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Hoenn? More like... Gulpin! (Naomi David and Viktoff Samson)

A black ball with smokey purple trails flew quickly around trees as ayoung manfollowed behind it, huffing and puffing lightly despite having covered a good distance. Unlike his companion, the human male needed to dodge the trees effectively as he'd get hurt running clear into them if he weren't paying attention. His hair being a ravenous mix of dark black, grey and white as though it were a strangely colored flying type pokemon on his head. But, the hair itself was clean paired with wild, much like the male beneath it whose skin was both incredibly pale and perfect without so much as a mole or a even a spec of dirt. He wore a black shirt paired with an over sized black dress shirt along with baggy white capris and a brown fabric belt. Dirty sneakers stood out on his attire, muddy black shoes crushing the grass beneath his feet as he enters Littleroot Town from the west. A dangerous path through woods so thick that few ever traversed it, but despite the eye patch covering his right eye, he appeared to be having a great time.Charging right past the house immediately to his left, the male made a curve in his path as the mysterious entity nearby vanished. He had to stop right before the door of the coveted professor Birch. Even though the round hairy Professor's studies proceed him and are spoken of around the world, this young man didn't know how to approach him as he didn't personally know anything about Hoenn's resident pokemon professor. With a more straight face, he tried to gather his breathe. His lips were parted as his almost sparkling green left eye ran over the door and his mind raced. Casual. He's gotta be casual. There was a good chance that to professor wouldn't even know he'd be coming to check in before he began his gym challenge in Hoenn.Opening the door slowly, he sneaked his head in just until his left eye could scan the immaculate lab that lay behind it. To his delight, the Professor wasn't alone as there was a female in the room with him. Though, his stomach churned at the idea of approaching now. Starting off poorly with the professor was a terrible concept alone. Throwing in on top of that potential failure the feeling of doing the same with this girl here who was much closer to his age would only make the whole day after this point significantly worse. To his surprise, and complete despair, the Professor turned and spotted the green eyed male peeking around the door. "Ah yes. You must be Garret Yuki." Birch seemed gleeful to have caught the boy like this, not staring at the boy as Garret slanked around the door and shut it behind himself to approach the professor beside the young girl."I ugh... I take it my Father called in ahead. Eh?" Garret's voice was low, but soft in it's tone. He wasn't happy to see that his father interjected himself into his affairs once again."That's right. He said you've come to start your first round of Gym challenges here in Hoenn since you moved in over at Slateport! I think it's strange you felt the need to visit in here, but I don't suppose having another batch of young trainers visiting isn't ever a bad thing." He chimed as he picked up a ball and handed it to the female beside him. Garret's uniquely green left eye couldn't help itself from finding itself stuck on her eyes. In a way, he was staring, but he just couldn't look away from here. Aino Otsutsukilived quite close to Professor Birch's house, so it was no real journey to get there. Such was the joys of living in Littleroot Town. It was a windy day, her auburn hair was flying all over the place despite the fact that she had it up in a pony tail. She was a clean person right now, not so much as a drop of sweat was on her body, then again, her home was only a few hundred yards away from the laboratory, so there was no real reason to sweat. She had a pressed tan short sleeved shirt on with small decorations on the sleeves with a blue tunic with tan trimming over it with a tan colored belt at her waist. She had blue demon jeans on, she knew that the woods were unforgiving and she didn't want to be scratched by Pok mon or branches. Tan colored boots that could pass as either hiking boots or combat boots were on her feet, they were clearly designed to last. She politely knocked on the laboratory door, and was quickly let in by a very excited Professor Birch. A tall and burly man, he had truly earned his reputation as a field researcher. It was nothing short of a miracle she had caught him in his lab, he was always outside doing what he did best, researching.The sweet Professor prattled on about how wonderful it was to finally be giving her a Pok mon, and he quickly asked her which one she wanted. She immediately knew what she wanted, and that Pok mon was a Mudkip. With a Water type, she wouldn't have too difficult of a time at the Rustboro Gym if she trained properly beforehand. When it evolved to Marshtomp, it would become a dual Water and Ground type Pok mon, which would make taking on the Mauville City Gym a piece of cake. Well, she hoped to have it be a Marshtomp before reaching the third gym, anyway. The Professor was most pleased she had done her research. She reasoned that she wanted her team to be entirely dual type by the time everyone was done evolving. While she realized that meant double the weaknesses, the potential for power was limitless with the sort of team she wanted. She was happily given a Pokedex, and while she wasn't too pleased to have to wait for the Professor to finish speaking to the strange boy that came slinking in, she was glad that when he was done talking, she finally got her Mudkip in the Pok Ball. She preferred female Pok mon whenever possible. She looked like she was ready to charge out into the world and become the Champion of the Hoenn League. When she noticed Garret was looking at her eyes, she spoke with a faint note of irritation,"It's rude to stare, ya know." Garret couldn't tell why he was drawn to Aino's eyes. Where he came from, he couldn't recall a single woman that looked anything like her at all. Her Auburn hair and her eyes threatened to become a phantom thief of time and rob him of his sanity as he lost track of how long he watched her with his good eye. To her comment, he couldn't tell what aspect of the scenario he was frowning about the most. He fought himself not to wear a scowl as he turned away from her. "Right." He commented lowly, his voice seeming to lend itself more directly to this sort of emotion rather than when he was just trying to be social or discuss something with the professor the moment prior. "Yeah." He nearly mumbled this one before he started walking towards the door. "I'll add you on my Nav later, Birch." He wouldn't wait for the Professor to respond before stepping out the door and not looking back.A Gastly rushed through the room after Garret, as though he were worried for his human friend's feelings. Flying right through Garret's chest as the door closed behind him, the Gastly did the only thing he knew to do in a situation when Garret wasn't acting like himself. A big red tongue escaped Gastly's cartoonish maw before running right up the thin teen's chest and face, displacing his eye patch. "H hey! Gastly!" He protested at first before chuckling. Garret fixed his hair and pulled the eye patch back over his closed right eye. "You hooligan..." He wrapped his arms around the ball shaped ghost pokemon in an endearing hug before continuing to walk around the Lab and heading for the path to the route. All of the people descended from an Otsutsuki had eyes like hers. Otsutsuki genes were very dominant, though nobody in the family quite knew why. She let her Mudkip out of her Pok Ball, and she happily chirped about as she ran around Aino's heels. She was just such a precious little Pok mon, she couldn't help scooping her up and cuddling her. After all, Mudkip was just a little baby. She smirked when she called him out on his behavior, he seemed rather taken aback at the fact that she had done it. She was hot on Garret's heels on the way to the exit, getting ahead of him. She turned around, and it became her turn to stare. She noticed that his right eye seemed to be messed up, hence the reason for the eye patch. She quickly averted her eyes, realizing her own rudeness. Why did she turn around again? She turned around so she could make sure she wasn't going to be in his way once she stepped out the lab. She looked thin and wiry, but she was very strong and fast. She wanted to set a good example for her Pok mon, and once they got to a good spot in their journey, long training would begin. She wanted her to be strong before they caught a Pok mon, much less challenged the Rustboro City Gym. As she passed, Garret wasn't surprised that she wanted to move faster than he did. She was probably just as excited as he was with his first pokemon and the concept of training them was definitely something that excited him. It was hard to imagine a young soul that was entirely uninterested in the idea of beginning their journey with the colorful and bright creature they just met. And yet, as he thought he understood how she felt, she looked back to him and his eye met her own pair. Immediately he looked down and away and frowned. Feeling Garret's vibe, Gastly vanished despite remaining physically within Garret's arms as he didn't let him go and the slight indent on Garret's chest remained as well.Garret continued walking on the direction towards Rostburo, taking no time to pause in grass or to take a break in Oldale Town and instead immediately moving towards the west for Petalburg. He didn't run, the concept of keeping up with Aino wasn't an entirely intriguing one for him. Besides, she has plenty of things to do and the Mudkip could most likely keep her safe. He could tell by the way Gastly looked up to him that he was being petty and improper. But, he wasn't going to listen to Gastly on this one. Sometimes it was best to take a loss and move on as opposed to ramming his head into the same wall like a Tauros with learning disabilities. She saw no reason to stop in Oldale Town, she could get other supplies later on. Not that she had needed any either way, she had plenty of things tucked away in the backpack that was secure on her back. She was always prepared for what came at her. Besides, she had every intention of catching a Ralts on Route 102, and she knew that route was just before Petalburg City. If it was a female, she'd be absolutely thrilled. She dearly wanted a Gardevoir when it was fully evolved. But if it turned out to be a Gallade, that would be just as good, they were excellent Fighting type Pok mon. Mudkip wriggled out of her arms, and hopped down, and began to chase Garret at a decent pace for a creature that had tiny little legs. Based on observation alone, Mudkip had good speed, that would make training to evade attacks much easier. But still, she would train Mudkip for endurance, to be able to keep such a speed for a period of time. Aino would accept nothing less than excellence, and that was because she put herself to a high standard as well. She began her chase after Mudkip, she didn't want her little one to bother them. Besides, he had his own training to do with his Gastly. Much to her horror, her Mudkip fired a Water Gun at Garret. Not to harm him, but to get the Gastly's attention. She managed to scoop up her Mudkip before she caused anymore mischief, and she spoke,"I am very sorry if my Mudkip annoyed you and your Gastly." Walking past Oldale was hardly an action that had much thought to it. The other side of Petalburg was incredibly beautiful, based on some postcards that Garret got from some of this friends. He'd love to see the waters and the dock there, and it'd be a relaxing place to work out the knots and kinks in his battle plan. As Gengar and Venasaur, his team would have plenty of poison types for the gym in Petalburg, but they were far from evolving to that extent and thankfully Petalburg wouldn't be on the chopping block until later on in his journey. From what he knew about the first gym, it was on Bulbasaur to use his grass type moves to their team's advantage. To Garret's understanding, Gastly would do well against the second gym as well. Completely unaware to Mudkip's sudden move in his direction, blissfully zoning out and thinking about his strategy, Garret himself was going to be prepared to deal with the Water Gun that was in the air on the path for his backside.That is, until Gastly phased through him to appear facing Mudkip and Aino with his big goofy face. He was larger than before with his floating eyes and mouth almost cartoonishly large as the watergun clashes right against him. As the water washed off his face, so did the purple smog and his eyes and mouth as though they were a sand castle hit by a little wave and collapsed. Faceless as though he were defeated, the Gastly's ball ish form fell to the ground and started to roll almost naturally. And then, it started to roll towards the little blue spunky mon and encircled Mudkip faster and faster. Suddenly, it stopped right in front of the Mudkip before expanding as his eyes and mouth appeared out of no where. "Gastly!" He chanted loudly before running his big red tongue up the front and face of the Mudkip. This sensation, despite not being the literal attack he could have used, still leaves a deep chillling shocking feeling in the target. It did this to Garret every time Gastly licked him, but the male grew very used to it."Gastly..." Garret protested lightly, shaking his head to Aino's apology as if to say Gastly was just as involved with the situation as Mudkip was. He approached the pokemon and watched them without interrupting. Aino was very glad Gastly was not upset at the Water Gun. As it turned out, Gastly wanted to play just as much as Mudkip did. Mudkip shivered a bit when she was licked, but she began wagging her top fin a bit. Aino put her Mudkip back on the ground so she and Gastly could properly play. Important as work was, playing was just as important. There was a reason the saying 'All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy' existed. Aino got close to Garret, but not so close as to violate his personal space, and spoke quietly as to not disturb their little ones,"Does Gastly usually get this up close and friendly with other Pok mon?" Her pale eyes looked at him with great curiosity, waiting for his answer. Unintentionally, her gaze was very intense. This seemed to be proceeding well. She wanted their Pok mon to be very good friends. Alliances were important with fellow trainers. The friendships formed with both people and Pok mon and memories shared were a priceless treasure to hold dear for a life time. That was one of the many lessons her parents and the rest of her family instilled in her. Everyone was successful with Pok mon. Some were Pok mon Breeders. Others were Pok mon Doctors. Others were Pok mon Trainers like her. Others were Pok mon Contest Stars. The way Mudkip physically displayed their feelings on the scene was rather intriguing for the young male trainer. If it were a wild Mudkip, then he'd try to catch the female pokemon to get a much closer look at this display and study the Mudkip to sort this depth of interest swelling within him. With his father being a Professor, there was always talk of that curious gene getting passed down to Garret. And yet, he really didn't like this idea and it was why he exorcised his love for pokemon in the shape of being a trainer to divide himself from his father as far as he could so people would stop comparing them and he could stop hearing about it. He listened to Aino without looking her way, knowing she didn't like being watched like he did before. Though, her closeness and the question made it hard for his facial features to not relax and his lips to find a smile, he didn't fight it either. He did noticeably warm up. "Gastly's always been so quick to poke his nose into other people's business." He worded it like a nuisance, but his tone and and the way his eye followed the scene before them would spell out a different meaning to the words. Almost nostalgia, even. "He'll lick things and other pokemon all the time. Though, I tell him to be careful of psychic types..." He finally peeked to Aino's intense gaze before quickly peeling his eye away and continuing. "I'm trying to teach him to not lick people. I can avoid getting paralyzed because I'm used to it, but his lick can be dangerous for people. Even when he's careful."Gastly remained visible but intangible as he reached his tongue out to poke Mudkip's back and then immediately flee in evasive circles around the humans, as though he were trying to escape being touched back. The Gastly was a little older than the Mudkip, having been with Garret for a little time since his father hatched the Gastly during his research. As a result, he's learned a little more about how to play less intuitive games like tag. Aino smiled, and spoke,"Well, I do intend on catching a Ralts later on, female if possible. So Gastly better be careful then." She watched Mudkip try and chase Gastly to try and tag him, it would be hard considering Gastly could fly and she couldn't. Not that it would stop her from trying to tag Gastly, though. She spoke,"You going to challenge the Gyms? Do Pok mon Contests? Maybe both?" Contests were super big here in Hoenn, and even bigger in the next region over, Sinnoh, she believed it was called. She continued,"Can you imagine how much more mischief he could cause once he evolves later on in training? If he even wants to evolve, that is." Some Pok mon were like that, happy to stay as is, not wanting to evolve. She didn't understand why, but if her Pok mon chose that course of action, she would happily support them. But she would equip them with an Everstone to ensure they didn't evolve. Her team would be strong. Maybe she would challenge both Contests and Gyms just for the additional battle experience. She'd definitely get a fully evolved team in the end if she chose that path. "Ralts is an interesting pokemon." Garret almost immediately responded as though he heard the words he spoke many times over. And he did, but he paid no mind to how much like his father he really was. He was more focused on the fact that the first pokemon they really spoke about throwing a pokeball at was a heavily gendered one. Gallade and his female counterpart are dramatically different. Was she flirting with him? He couldn't tell for a number of reasons. Firstly, he was largely socially divorced. He knew more about engaging with pokemon than he did with others his own age. So should be just toying with him and he wouldn't really be able to tell unless she spelled it out with words. And secondly, there just wasn't enough substance to the Ralts comment to hint towards it. It wasn't like she giggled and suggested that he tried to catch a male Ralts so they could breed. That'd probably be enough to tip him off.He chuckled lightly at the idea of Gastly not behaving himself. Watching the trickster cheat to stay ahead of the faster Mudkip by phasing through things that Mudkip couldn't to gain distance without having to move as fast as he could, he knew the Gastly wasn't going to hold back. If Aino and Garret continued to socialize and there was a little Ralts to play with, Gastly was probably not going to hold back. After this exchange thus far, Garret melted into a more social position as he finally turned his head to look back to Aino more fairly. His eye on her's. "I really prefer gym battles, myself. Much like fashion, I'm quite incapable of understanding contests. The whole concept is rather confusing to me." He nodded to her last comment. "Gastly is meant to be a Gengar, and I can tell. He's always flying around and putting himself into danger as though he had the fire power of a stronger, bigger pokemon. He never counts himself out, and when he see's his reflection, it's not the eyes of a stage one looking back. I wish I were just a little more driven and confident like Gastly is." When he spoke initially, she smirked. He sounded like he was reading from a drilling manual, like it was an automatic response rather than one he wanted to say. She slyly spoke, just to see if he was paying attention,"Youdoknow that Gengar and Gardevoir can breed together, right?" When she was unsure if somebody was truly giving her their undivided attention, she would say something off color like what she had just said. If they said nothing or said something mechanical, she knew she wasn't getting their attention. She could see Mudkip getting frustrated as heck by not being able to catch Gastly. But still, both of their Pok mon were getting a great deal of exercise from this hard playing session. She spoke,"I'll know what Mudkip's destiny is after I spend more time with her. I'll know what the rest of my future team wants after spending time with them. But I do know there's battle rounds in Contests, which is all the more training Pok mon can get to become stronger. I'm always looking for a chance to show off my Pok mon. But only if they want to show off. I'm not into making them fight or train or whatever if they don't want to. It seems too cruel otherwise. As for you, being driven and such, that comes in time, you can't force it on yourself. Let it come naturally." His lips parted as his the signs of recognition in his eye drained to a mix of blankness and deep thought. Was that correct? He wondered about this for just a moment as he watched Gastly floating around and pondered the implications of a Ralts or Gastly being hatched with a move they otherwise wouldn't have with two Gengar or two Ralts evolution parents. "Was Gastly an offspring of two Gengar?" Garret mumbled absentmindedly, showing that he did at least hear her words and almost portraying his thought process that was meant to be wordless. He was young when his father showed him the egg that would one day be one of his closest friends. Gastly was... Jolly. Did that have anything to do with this? Probably not. And just as he bridged the concept and rethought her words, the realization that she could have been flirting rushed up his spine and caught him entirely off guard. It made his eyes open wide, including the bad one which hurt like a nail being driven into anyone else's eye. He'd immediately go pale after this and hold the eye patch to his eye with his right hand. "Ow...ow...ow." He grumbled lightly, the color that she brought to his cheeks being washed away by a paper y pale.Gastly paused, letting Mudkip have the window to approach as he turned and looked to Garret. As a very expressive pokemon, the Gastly didn't have to use human words or even sounds to show his concern with his huge eyes and mouth. Her eyes lit up in delight once she realized he was paying her attention. Even though she knew the question wasn't really for her, she replied,"Well, what's your Gastly's current move set? That should give you a clear cut answer." Then again, Gastly's parents could have both been the results of mixed Pokemon breeding, which would create a very unique Gastly. She didn't know what moves a child of a Gengar and a Gardevoir would have, but the results would sure be impressive. She'd have to check what Nature her Mudkip was, but it sure as hell seemed Adamant to her. Her eyes grew wide, he was in great pain. She spoke, her voice full of quite genuine concern,"What's wrong? Am I able to help?" Mudkip, not paying attention, made a squeak of joy, and barreled into Gastly, or rather, passed through Gastly. But eventually Mudkip picked up on the fact that something was wrong given how quiet everyone had went. Mudkip slinked behind Aino's boots, wondering what was worrying her Trainer so. Aino took her backpack off, and began rifling through it, searching for her first aid kit, which odds were would have something in it that would help Garret. He couldn't answer her question about Gastly's moveset as he was very sharply pulled from the scene by the spreading of his deeply scratched eye. Searing pain rushed through his skull. A hot poker driving through the soft flesh and clearing through bone to find itself burning what felt like a charring aftermath through the malleable grey matter beneath his hair. In earnest, he didn't even entirely recall where he was as this happened. The fact that he was still on his feet alone was raw muscle memory alone. Biting his lip, he knelt and gently took Aino's wrist with his fingers beneath the softness of her wrist with his thumb over the top. Not even really a hold at all, there wasn't much of a grip to be felt, almost as though he were just trying to get her attention. His right hand was still over the eye patch and he stopped biting his lip to pull on a weak smile. "It's my eye. I was surprised by what you said and I opened it by accident. My bad. There's no need for medical attention." He explained through strained attempts to sound calm as he smiled for her and looked to her pale eyes with his shining green one.Gastly discerned the situation carefully, not having interrupted the humans as he considered the details. It seemed that his human friend was hurt somehow, Garret wasn't the sturdiest male and Gastly knew that. So it was possible he just bumped his elbow while Gastly was playing with the adorable little blue pokemon. Letting Mudkip pass right through him, Gastly just watched until Garret smiled and spoke to the human woman. Floating up Garret, Gastly closed his own eyes before pressing his ghostly forehead up against Garret's forehead and bangs like a hug despite not having arms. Gastly made Garret chuckle, doing this. Garret's right hand leaving his eye patch to hold Gastly's spooky back. "Hey... hey. I'm okay." Garret whispered softly. Aino could tell he was in excruciating pain. Not knowing what ailed him so bothered her to a great degree. Her biggest pet peeve was not knowing something, not knowing an answer to a problem that was presented to her. She was given a great education, both in a classroom and in the field. Knowing how to solve something always came easily to her given how hard she worked to reach where she was now. She had the physical strength to carry him if needed, especially for long distances too. When he took her wrist and explained what was wrong, she relaxed a little bit, but there was still a good deal of concern on her face. She spoke,"The worst wounds have the longest lasting consequences, take the longest to heal." She smiled, watching Gastly get close to him. She spoke,"Never the less, Garret, are you well enough to continue walking, or do you need to rest before we continue?" She didn't like it when somebody was in pain, even if it was a person she didn't know. It was just her nature to want to see everyone happy and healthy. If the topic of her carrying him came up, then he'd probably have to disagree with her assessment. Despite being thin, his bones were always a little deceptively dense leading him to be a little heavier than he appeared thanks to the combination of that plus his height. But, Garret wasn't even thinking about that. He was very assertive when it came to being self reliant as a by product of his desire to escape his parents and explore the world through his own vulnerabilities. That and she didn't vocalize the idea, so he didn't even have a chance to actually consider it. "Woudln't the worst wounds require no healing?" He spoke lowly in reference to death. His smile remaining, though. The thin professor's son was just being playful and teasing her line that came across more like a folk lesson to Garret as opposed to her own personal logic. Not that he didn't find conventional wisdom to often be more useful than the beakers and lab coats that were so familiar to him.To her words, he started to tickle Gastly until the ball of ghostly gas came back to life and even chuckled darkly before floating backwards. "We?" He raided the eyebrow just above his eye patch as his smile grew coy. "I'm flattered, don't get me wrong." He'd then reach over to give Aino's hip a soft poke. "Having a travel buddy could be nice. Besides, we're safer in a group. If this is your first run at gym badges then maybe my personal experience could be of some use to you." Aino stared at him for a moment, blinked a couple of times, and laughed. He had an unusual sense of humor, she liked that. She had a thoughtful look on her face, and she spoke,"Officially, this is my first run at Gym badges. I have travelled around before with my older siblings and cousins. Most of the younger generation within a certain age range that was old enough to take on the Gyms at the various regions would take the Gyms on in groups. I'm the youngest out of the whole lot so I'm going solo without the family on this one. But now I have you with me." Then she got serious faced, and she spoke,"I hear that criminal activity is on the rise here in Hoenn. It's just as well we stick together." To be fair, she was really excited at the thought of getting into a Pok mon battle with a criminal. She kept it well hidden from other family members, but she was always looking for an excuse to get into a fight. She knew many martial arts, and could very easily protect herself and her Pok mon if it came to it. After he poked her hip, she poked his forehead with two fingers on her right hand. It was a gentle poke, a gesture found amongst her family to indicate affection. After getting poked in the forehead, Garret appeared to be playfully frustrated before poking her hip again a little hard. "I envy that." Was all he could summon in response to her words. It would appear that it'd only make sense in relation to her having older siblings. The male turned on his heels and began his march for Petalburg. "If we're teaming up we should get a few details straight." He smiled a little wider over his shoulder as he looked to her with his shining green eye under the sunlight. "We won't tolerate either of us being big babies. Okay?" He picked on himself a little while being humorous in his tone even if there was an underlying seriousness in his words. "A lot can go wrong. If we stub some toes and scratch our arms and cheeks, we'll just have to suck it up and walk it off!" He was trying to display authority and he felt like he was doing a better job of it as he looked forward halfway through his words. He put his right foot before his left and the left followed suit as he began what felt like the first real steps of his journey in Hoenn."Maybe we should get ourselves a real big Gyrados so we can surf around together." He flirted a little with this line before a Wurmple popped out of the nearby grass and roamed clean up his leg and chest. Gastly looked crossed at this before floating right up to the little bugger and using his tongue to swipe the nuisance off. "Whew... Thanks Gastly. Finish him with a Night Shade!" Garret leaped to the left, showing his ability to move his taller thin frame rather quickly as Gastly floated in towards the Wurmple. "Gastly Gast!" The pokemon chanted as he grew scary and zapped the Wurmple with a blade of ghostly energy, fainting the pokemon almost as quickly as the encounter began. Aino was born years after the rest of her older siblings, she was the result of her parents wanting to have one more child before they were finished procreating. And she had many older siblings, most the result of multiple births. At the very least, having been born into such a massive family meant that she was never without siblings or cousins to play with. She smirked as he laid down the ground 'rules' as they walked along. and she spoke,"Why bother with a Gyrados? My Mudkip will evolve into a Swampert and we can do that just fine!" Truth be told, she never did like Gyrados. They were a nightmare to try and train, and one almost drowned her when she was little. Baby as her Mudkip was, hers did seem larger than other Mudkip of similar age that she saw, which made her wonder exactly how large her eventual Swampert would be. She smiled when a little Wurmple quickly popped out of the grass and began climbing all over Garret. She personally thought that it was a very adorable thing to see. She felt a little disappointed when Garret had Gastly knock it out, it only seemed to want to play. But then again, Gastly would need the combat experience if it wanted to evolve. Hopefully she would come across a female Ralts soon. Scratching his chin, Garret tried to imagine how big the Mudkip was going to be as a Swampert and he couldn't imagine the girl, himself being unaware of her size being on the larger side of her species, being large enough fully evolved to transport Aino and himself across the sea comfortably. They'd have to get really close if they were going to ride the Swampert... Her rear might even might wind up snugly against his groin at that rate. He looked downward and away as he proceeded past the Wurmple, not hearing her position on him and Gastly fainting the wild mon. He didn't have an opportunity to explain himself as she didn't complain vocally. And it was probably for the best, because he'd find it highly hypocritical. How was he meant to get stronger if the had to wait for a random wild pokemon to become the next greatest villain ever before defeating them for battle xp?"I'd like to train with Gastly and Bulbasaur on the other side of this town up here. I hear the sea breeze and scent is invigorating." He spoke to her briefly over his shoulder as Gastly seemingly vanished. But, Garret continued walking as though Gastly was with them. She was smiling as they walked along, and she spoke,"The sea is a perfect place to train Mudkip " She cut her own words off as the grass shook, and then a wild Ralts appeared. Mudkip stood in front of her, and she scanned the Ralts with her Pok Dex, and she got all the information she wanted. She spoke confidently as she got a Pok Ball ready,"Mudkip, use Water Gun!" Mudkip shot the Ralts with a Water Gun. The Ralts got soaked with water and forced backwards. It then used the Growl attack, if she wasn't mistaken, based on the noise it made. it would lower Mudkip's attack temporarily, not that it mattered. Aino threw the Pok Ball at the Ralts. She waited carefully. The Pok Ball shuddered a few times before it clicked. She was very visibly excited, she had just caught a Ralts! The information was added to her Pok Dex, and for good measure, she scanned Gastly as well before he disappeared. She wanted to scan everything she could with her Dex. There was always something she could learn. Thankfully, they weren't too far off from Petalburg City where a Pok mon Center was. Get everyone checked out before moving on. Her blood was pumping, and her face was full of excitement. "I was actually thinking about just running around in the grass near to it and " He was going to respond despite her sudden and strangely cutting off before he realized he didn't have his eyes on her and that she could probably be in danger. Turning on his heels, Garret spotted the young teen engaged in combat with the Ralts. What a peculiar sight. The little green headed pokemon really captured Garret's imagination and he got to admire the fairly rare little sight as it was. He imagined what she saw using her pokedex confirmed the little adorable pokemon to be female before readying herself and her Mudkip for the fight.Garret never quite pinned himself as a brutal type, but watching the dignified and cute little pokemon getting squirted right off her feet by a water gun kinda made him crack a smile. Not that he wanted for pokemon to be hurt. But, they battle each other to get stronger and they won't die from it, so it's a healthy thing. Sort of like being worried about getting sore after working out. But, working out and eating well made humans stronger and happier too. He never really saw it much different, and he didn't worry too much about it. Besides, sometimes humans need to fight wild pokemon to give them a chance to travel in peace between towns without expensive bulky and harmful vehicles that'd otherwise ruin the whole atmosphere that the world lends to the humans on it.He was happy for her as she caught her Ralts, Gastly appearing briefly for her to snatch a dex entry from before returning the invisibility he can also enjoy. Garret thought briefly about what he'd do with invisibility. Walking across the town that housed a really tough gym for this portion of their journey, Garret considered if he'd be a creep with invisibility as he entered the Pokecenter and held the door open for Aino. "C'mon, lets get that Ralts fighting fit." He knew she'd probably go for this, but something felt nice about being the director of their adventure. Aino was more than pleased that she had caught the Ralts. Now she was one step closer to getting a Gardevoir. But still, it was time to head to the Pok mon Center in town to get her Pok mon checked on. Not that Mudkip needed it, but still, better be safe than sorry. She flashed him a quick smile when he held the door open for her, he was being quite the gentleman. She spoke,"Might as well get Gastly a checkup. Seems wise to do that every time we go into a town, even if on the surface it doesn't seem like our Pok mon need a checkup." She wanted to get everything taken care of all at once. Maybe even get some grub too. She didn't want to run out of energy on their journey even though she had plenty of stuff tucked away. She recalled her Mudkip to her Pok Ball. She smiled, and handed her Pok Balls containing her Mudkip and Ralts to Nurse Joy. Pok mon Centers were good places to pick up on tips from passing trainers as well. She couldn't wait to see what was coming for them. Gastly didn't look excited about the concept of getting into his ball, but Garret was going to follow Aino's lead and Gastly certainly could use his checkup. Despite Gastly's frown, Garret took the small red topped ball from a gadget hidden inside his wide sleeves and the ball grew larger in response to the activity. Not wanting to tuck his friend away with a frown on his face, Garret smiled and hugged Gastly close with his free arm. "It's just a short break, and we can get right back to the adventure right after. Keep an eye on Bulbasaur for me." He whispered to his friend, knowing that he wanted to give Gastly a job to keep the pokemon's mind off missing Garret the whole time. The last thing Garret needed was for Gastly to misbehave during the checkup and potentially make future stops at Pokemon Centers even more difficult. The ball opened as Gastly was drawn into it with red light before closing and shrinking again. Garret retrieved another ball from his sleeve and had it join Gastly's ball on a white tray that had four more open spots for Pokeballs. He frowned down to the tray for another moment before sliding it along towards the attending nurse and walking over to the Cafe area.He wouldn't order the coffee he craved, knowing he'd probably wanna be able to afford potions, and status effect healing items later on. And while he certainly could use the caffeine and sugar, he didn't really feel in the mood to eat or drink anything. He didn't even ask Aino to join him, defaulting to the idea that she probably wanted to go do something else while they waited on their poke pals. He sat near a window with a table and a bench as he rest his chin in his palm and watched the sun over the water in the distance. Aino's eyes followed Garret as he walked to the caf , she wondered if he was going to order something. She walked towards him, sitting across from him, and she spoke,"Want anything from the caf ? I'm buying." As she waited for his answer, she was dreaming of what she wanted her future team to be. She definitely knew she wanted all Pok mon that were dual types, hopefully she could find all the ones she wanted in Hoenn. She doubted that she'd find a Litwick here for starters, since she knew it was a Unova, but if she got one from a Pok mon Breeder, she'd be a happy camper. Anyway, another Ghost type might be good for Gastly, they could make all sorts of mischief. She wanted a diverse team, the sort of team that was ready for anything. She definitely didn't want a pure Rock type, way too many weaknesses. She would consider an Aron. Despite the fact that it had more than one very strong weakness given that it was a Rock and Steel type, it didn't have too many weaknesses overall, and the defense when it finally evolved into Aggron made it worth it. She definitely wanted a Budew, it was very cute and became quite powerful when it became a Roserade. But what she wanted most of all was a Bagon. When it became a Salamence, she wanted to fly on its back. As she sat day dreaming, she had a dreamy, happy look in her eyes. She knew what she wanted, and that was what was important. Now she just had to plan out all their final move sets. The way the water was both majestic yet so visibly uncertain that it wasn't hard to be seen as such from so far away, reminded Garret of who he was on the inside. Or at least, who he saw deep down starring back. In reality, what he saw in his reflection changed depending on how quickly his eyes darted too it and how prepared he was for this sight. Just casually seeking out his reflection to fix his hair or see how his clothes looked wouldn't lend itself to an unexpected outcome. He'd just see himself, fix his hair and check his clothes in that case. But, even now, as his eye drew towards his reflection instinctively, he saw his dad looking back. Not quite the man with the same hair, more height, and a white lab coat. He hated the idea that his dad ever looked like him. Why couldn't he just be his own person? He'd wonder this just before spotting his female human companion sitting in front of him.Just as he spread his lips and considered the answer to her question, he came to find that the face she was making now didn't quite resemble that of someone giving him their undivided attention. No... That wasn't entirely right. Earlier, when they really started talking and she seemed to have been flirting with him the look she gave him seemed to Garret to be a lot like this one. Maybe there was a buff dude behind him and Aino was into muscular dudes? Garret's eyebrows raised slowly as he lost himself in the whole idea of analyzing Aino. Just who was this young woman? What made her feel happy or sad or confused? What made them so different? He even bit his lip before glancing with a slightest look of concern just over his shoulder. Seemingly in the same direction of the board that had general prizes for the Cafe on it. But, he was actually just making sure there weren't any males she considered attractive behind him. He looked back before frowning again and just looking the window. "I wouldn't want to owe you. I'd feel too guilty." "Mate, not everyone has a motive when giving you something. Some times, people are just trying to be nice. While it's a wise choice to question everything, it isn't always necessary." she spoke, laying back, having more of a stance of a lounging Skitty rather than a serious Trainer. She spoke,"I'm dreaming. Dreaming of my final team. I know what I want, and I have a pretty good idea on how to get to them. Her pale eyes almost twinkled with amusement as she properly gave him her full attention, and she spoke,"Have any ideas on what you want your full team to be?" Her mind was always thinking of the future. Future battle strategies, future problems they could run into, ways to counter those future problems. It was just her. She always thought ahead. Thinking ahead almost always seemed to solve life's problems. She wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Before she could fight other Trainers, she needed to practice against wild Pok mon. She wished she could get a Litwick now. She had heard and been a part of horror stories of accidently disturbing Bug type nests when in the forests, and Fire types were good against Bug types. God only knew how many times younger her and her older family members got chased out of forests by angry Beedrill and others. "Money between friends can be like shielding what would have been a beautiful tree from the rain out of spite." He didn't really take the time to consider his words or his tone. He was being stubborn with her because he was really just in that sort of mood. A sort of mode, actually. Without something sharper or outright being purchased an item, he'd probably continue to naively stick to his individuality as a trainer. Not to push her away, they were both better off working together as they'd be able to rely on each other in tough situations that could otherwise spell the end of either of their adventures should they fail alone. He looked right down at his hands as he listened to her talking about teams, nodding to it to show he was listening. He made sure to time his nods so she wouldn't detect any reason to believe he wasn't actually listening. He wanted her to know that he was paying attention without having to look up. "All I want to do is help pokemon find who they truly are. Whether that means through achieving their final stage of evolution, or working around what might make them anxious or afraid, I'll devote my knowledge and time to these friends. And making that sort of friend... Seeing what makes this world of ours so incredible firsthand, and raising to the top through expertise and study on top of that hardwork and discipline is what sways my heart the most." He closed his hands shut before lifting his singular uniquely shiny green eye to peer to her now. HIs expression should have shown his discontent, his unhappiness. He wasn't somebody who felt like he already knew who he was. It was pretty obvious that he wanted this journey to help him find his own hidden self deep down. "Gastly is just so complete already. He isn't afraid. He doesn't shy away from a challenge and he has a bigger heart than any other ghost pokemon I've ever seen. He's just so happy, and strong, and good just from his experience so far. He's out pacing me. What if I'm holding him back?" Aino blinked, she didn't immediately understand what he meant, though given the wording, it sounded very wise. She gently put one of her hands on top of his as she reached over the table, and she spoke,"You have a good heart, Garret, a wonderful soul. I only needed a few minutes with you to see that. But do not let doubts plague you. But know this. Normally Ralts shy away from people with ill intent or just aren't good people in general. I like to think I'm a good person, but I don't know. You were with me, and Ralts didn't shy away. So I think you'll do just fine. Just give yourself some time." She didn't like seeing people sad or unhappy. She knew constant happiness wasn't always possible, but it really made her happy to get other people to smile when they weren't feeling their best. She smiled when one of the Chansey came up to them with their Pok Balls, coming back this soon meant everything was just fine with their Pok mon. She spoke,"Gastly doesn't want you to be sad or hurt. I saw how worried he got when you were in pain earlier." He watched her hand over his own without moving or flinching even just a bit. Her skin was so soft and warm and welcoming compared to his own. She felt right. He wanted more than anything to break the distance between them, to break what caused him to pull away with his emotions and his mentality and just finally be honest with himself. He needed to be happy. Why couldn't he let himself be happy? "Aino..." He spoke her name softly, just for her, with his momentarily fragile emotions beginning to bud. He didn't look over to the Chansey as it approached. The ears of the exotic looking male and his solitary green eye now focused almost entirely upon the young woman who was almost certainly definitely his own age. And even if he always saw her as younger than him thanks to his arrogance leaking through almost always, he found reasons to look upon her so earnest in his lost and worried expression as she weaved her lovely voice and words all together just for him. "Aino, I " And to this, Gastly heard her words and forced his way through his ball to quickly take Garret straight down to the lying on the bench as Gastly rubbed his face in Garrets' chest in his version of hugs. Gastly knew faintly what Aino was saying thanks to his time with humans and reading tone. He also recognized his own name. All that together was more than enough to comfort his friend the only way he knew how. Laughing with his eye shut and and a big smile, Garret hugged his spooky friend tight before sitting up. "Geeze... Little guy." Aino had a soft smile on her face when she finally heard Garret say her name. She was pleased, she was sure she was getting somewhere with him, trying to melt away the doubts that she could sense that he had. It was almost like she was a human form of a Chansey, sweet, kind, and always soothing. She laughed when Gastly escaped his Pok Ball to barrel into Garret, the gesture was undeniably adorable. She let her Mudkip and new Ralts out of their Pok Balls, and they began to run around close to their table, happily chasing each other. She was glad to raise them in a world were they could be care free, safe, and happy. She was glad Garret was smiling again, that was her goal all along, make him smile and be happy. She was sure he had mentioned earlier that he had a Bulbasaur, but she would ask to meet the Bulbasaur later, she was most certainly not going to ruin the moment that they were currently having right now. This was a quiet and sweet occasion. While they had just met, this sort of moment made it feel like they had been friends since childhood. She wasn't going to say anything else until he spoke again, or at least anything directly to her. She wished she had brought a camera to photograph the sweet moment that Garret and Gastly were having. Such a thing should have been preserved forever. For a moment after playing with Gastly who had his eyes shut and a big goofy grin on his smokey body, Garret noticed Mudkip and Ralts playing so he released Gastly to let him play with them. He'd stand real quick to pick up the opened ball and the closed ball from Chansey's tray. He'd roll up the right sleeve of his coat to reveal a small sleek contraption around his forearm that had thin almost invisible rigging to his fingers. Inside the small black mechanism was six small spots for the two pokeballs as he slipped them in and rolled down his sleeve properly again. Once the sleeve was down, the illusion that he didn't have something on his arm that connected to his fingers returned. It was a device that gave him access to his party pokemon based on certain arm movements and the way he moved his fingers during those arm movements. He didn't pause to explain himself, not wanted to talk about his father should the question of where it came from arise during the explanation. "Aino." He spoke up, this time determined as he looked to her seriously despite his small smile. "It's time to prepare for the first gym! Let's go!" He'd raise a fist in excitement, his tone reflecting more direction and impatience as oppose to any sort of demand. He'd leave the bench and table behind as he made his way for the door. Gastly would play with Mudkip and Ralts, determined to make sure everyone stayed together. Mudkip and Ralts were most pleased to have a third playmate. They'd definitely wear each other out, but still, socialization was just as important, if not more so, than training it. She wasn't paying attention to what he was doing with his right arm, she was just happy to supervise their playing Pok mon, corralling them when they got too far from where she and Garret were sitting. Her eyes lit up when Garret said her name with a sort of delightful vigor and told her they were going. Their Pok mon followed them out the door, all enjoying the warm sunshine on their faces. Aino was full of joy, but she noticed Ralts was paying close attention to Garret. Ralts, it seemed, had a big heart. This pleased her greatly. She was so glad that she had met Garret, Gastly, Mudkip, and Ralts. Her friends. It had only been such a short while since she had left home, but she still appreciated these sweet experiences. And she was ready to experience more of those experiences, first by starting to head to the Rustboro City Gym! But they'd have to go through Petalburg Woods first. There would be plenty of Pok mon to practice against first. Based on recollections, she knew there were some medicinal Berries along the route. She wanted to pick some later just in case anything happened. One could never be too careful. Waves crashed, rolling beneath a cloud now cast by a layer of white clouds that blot out the blue sky behind them. Without knowing it, they were no longer within the sight of a massive, powerful pokemon that traveled through the skies. Garret looked down to one pokeball, now full sized and in his left hand. His macho go get em attitude had faded mostly before his female companion, Aino and their pokemon fully caught up. This was Bulbasaur's ball. In the relatively short time he's spent as an actual trainer looking to bring Gastly and Bulbasaur to their maximum battle capabilities, he hasn't actually fought with Bulbasaur yet. From what he remembered of the cute guy, Bulbasaur had a bit of a confidence problem. And why shouldn't he? Bulbasaur wasn't picked years ago when two older males started their journey and their choices were Charmander and Squirtle. "Now is your time to shine..." He practically whispered to the ball before raising his voice as he spotted a Zigzagoon. "Bulbasaur!"The red ball was tossed upward from his hand as it popped open and violent red light surged outward with such force that the ball was knocked right back into Garret's hand. The light crashed to the ground and shaped the four legged creature with his signature bulb on his back before color took to the shape and the adorable Kanto Starter gave off his charming roar. Once Bulbasaur realized he was in a fight he frowned and stepped backwards to Garret without turning to face him. "C'mon, little guy." Garret spoke softly, encouragingly as he knelt beside the bulbasaur and ran a hand along the pokemon's side softly. "Hit him with a tackle!" He tried to translate some energy through his words to get Bulbasaur going. After what could possibly be taken as a gulp from the grass poison pokemon, he charged forward and tackled the Zigzagoon, Rolling to his side and tanking the Tail whip response. As they walked along Route 104, Aino saw the medicinal berries that she had remembered. Pecha Berries, which cured Poison, and Oran Berries, which restored Energy. Both types of Berries were good to have, and rather delicious on their own when not being used as medicine. She picked plenty of the two Berries, storing them away, but left plenty on the trees as to not be a greedy person. She picked enough for her Pok mon and Garret's Pok mon. Then Aino noticed that Garret had pulled out Bulbasaur, and was now battling a Zigzagoon. Bulbasaur most certainly did not look like it wanted to be in a battle. Almost immediately, sensing their new friend's doubt, Ralts and Mudkip began saying words of encouragement to Bulbasaur, they were really cheering, Ralts doing it the most, since she could sense Bulbasaur's doubts the most due to her innate abilities. Even Aino began to cheer and encourage after picking up on what her own Pok mon were doing. If Bulbasaur could see that he had fans, hopefully he might perform with more gusto after seeing that strangers believed in him. She wanted to see Garret either capture or defeat the Zigzagoon. No matter the result, Garret would get stronger, and that was something she wanted to see happen. Bulbasaur went so far as to bring out his tentacles to cover his eyes as the prospect of having to fight reared it's ugly head right before him. The bulb on legs didn't really fully understand what he could do and he feared the worst as he came up against the most mightiest of foes: The foe that was both entirely real and directly in front of him. Surely if Bulbasaur was a Charmander, he could blast this fool with wrathful flames. If he were a squirtle instead, he'd shell a few hits and then wash this glorified zigzagoon right out of the ring. He didn't know why he felt the need to compare himself to those two. Bulbasaur really didn't understand why it was so necessary for young trainers to look at him as though he had to directly measure up to the firey dinosaur and the chipmunk in a shell. But, just as the Zigzagoon was preparing another move the bulbasaur peeked out of his frightful huddle and heard the cheering of Garret's companion and her pokemon.Initially, the grass poison starter was stunned by their confidence in him. His mind went blank as he wasn't sure quite what to do, in his prior fear of the situation he hadn't managed to hear Garret's initial instruction. Under normal fresh trainer guidance, Bulbasaur would have been left in this state and any other young man like Garret would blame the bulbasaur for ignoring his command. And yet, after nodding to Aino with a grin, Garret expertly moved to catch bulbasaur's attention. "Tackle'em Bulbasaur!" He raised his voice as he whipped his hand through the air before pointing right at the Zigzagoon. Timidly the Bulbasar would nod before shaking his head and giving the tan and brown critter a stern look. This was it. The time to act was now!Charging forward, Bulbasaur grunted a part of his name right before slamming his skull right into the Zigzagoon and then getting swiped by a return attack. The two, now locked in true combat, squared off facing each other. Bulbasaur felt a wash of relieve run over his back and knotted gut. The hit didn't hurt even remotely as bad as he thought it would and it'd appear to him that the Zigzagoon wasn't doing as well as the Zigzagoon's dagger eyes portrayed. "Now it's my turn!" Garret spoke as though it were a performance, revealing a pokeball from his sleeve before giving it a spinning throw. For a male pokemon trainer, it was rather run of the mill to tag the pokemon with a ball like a baseball pitcher could, and Garret wasn't too different in this regard. But, the ball had a cork and a twist in it's trajectory before tagging the Zigzagoon. Almost immediately the creature coiled back and became a beam of red light that launched right into the open ball. The average looking pokeball shut just before hitting the ground and it'd begin shaking back and forth. It'd rock once. Twice. And then a delay came, whether this was just Zigzagoon accepting his fate or time cruely slowing just to tease Garret's anxiety as he could nearly feel an imaginary bead of sweat roll down his forehead, he just couldn't tell.But then the ball shook one last time and then a familiar sound followed, the button on the front glowing red one last time. Zigzagoon was caught! Aino was very proud of Bulbasaur for having beaten down the Zigzagoon to the point where Garret could capture it, considering how shy it was. Encouraging him really did do wonders to boost his confidence. The good mood continued when it was shown that the Zigzagoon was good and properly caught. She spoke happily,"Congratulations Garret, you have your third Pok mon now! I can't wait to see you two become good friends!" Once she saw that they all got situated, it was time for them to head into Petalburg Forest, which they did. Aino wanted to catch herself a Budew. It was a dual Grass and Poison type, hopefully it would be good buddies with Bulbasaur when she caught it, considering that Bulbasaur was also a dual Grass and Poison type. Aino was careful as they walked through the forest, she really wanted a Budew in the worst way. While normally one could only get one from a Pok mon Breeder, she had heard that some Breeders had released Budew into the forest to see how they'd react with the local Pok mon that lived in the forest since some too many Grass types had left the forest after a particularly harsh winter and never came back.After a good long time of searching, she finally came across a Budew. Now, who to use? Mudkip was her initial choice, considering how a Water type move wouldn't immediately knock the Budew out, it'd only do half damage. But at the same time, she wanted Ralts to get some good experience in. Despite the fact that Budew was a dual Grass and Poison type, Budew itself wouldn't know any actual Poison type moves. And one Psychic type move from Ralts would do some decent damage to the Budew but not knock it out all at the same time. She spoke,"Ralts, you're up!" Ralts presented herself before the Budew, and she quickly scanned it with her Pok Dex, and she got all the information she both needed and wanted. She spoke,"Ralts, use Confusion!" Ralts immediately obeyed, wanting to do her best to impress Aino, and blasted the Budew with purple light. The Budew was blown backwards, that was a pretty strong Confusion for a little Ralts. It was flat on its back now, tiny little legs flailing to get back on its feet. Aino quickly took her chance, and she enlarged a Pok Ball, and threw it at the Budew. It closed around the Budew, and began to rock. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then it clicked properly, Budew was hers now! He smiled to her and nodded to her comment before letting the Zigzagoon out of the ball. The fluffy dog raccoon pokemon sniffled at Garret's shoes before circling him and Aino excitedly, causing him to laugh softly. "Thankfully the battle proofed helpful for my little green guy, and picking up a friendly face to keep morale up for a little while is just a bonus, I'd say." He shrugged with a grin before putting the ball away and watching keenly for the Zigzagoon's ability to trigger while the human duo and their free roaming pokemon made their way for Petalburg. He wasn't aware of the fact that Aino was looking for a Budew, but having seen her encounter one and picking Ralts for the fight was certainly a decision he could get behind. Offering advice at a time like this felt right, at first, but he kept his lips shut. There was a lingering notion in his chest that if he went out of his way to treat her like she didn't know something, it'd be bad for their friendship. And he already grew accustomed to the idea that he'd be on this journey with her. Did she feel the same way? He gave her a thumbs up and a grin , taking this moment to peel his eyes off from the Zigzagoon and mentally noting that the little critter hasn't picked up any items yet.An older teen with red hair, wearing a red beret over his curly dirty blond hair walked into hearing range of the dup as he spoke loudly on the Pokenav he didn't seem to be all that experienced using yet. He wore a red and black tanktop and there was a number of chimes on little silver chains that hung from his stylish hat choice with little cartoon skulls depicted over them. He wore thin black leggings and large goofy red sneakers . The red and black pattern showed itself again over his wildly baggy checkered shorts that went down to reach over his shins. His right hand, that held the Pokenav was decorated with a number of different gothic wristbands and skull rings. "No, yeah, I just stole this thing from some old dude. Im on my way with the goods. You got the money? If Team Aqua peons show up, you gotta get out of there. You here me!?" He seemed almost too keen on giving himself away as a thug for team Magma with his loud voice and unwillingness to hide the facts. The way he spoke gave himself away almost as readily as his clothes. For a witless thug type, at least the way he portrayed himself, this team Magma boy was almost ridiculously well off genetically. He seemed to be good looking in the popular sense, with his facial structure that seemed to mix a little cuteness into his handsome rebel grin. He definitely appeared to be wearing red contact lenses. His left arm tucked a brown box to his side that appeared to be the 'goods' he was talking about.Just now entering the range to be heard was a slightly overweight older man whose posture could use some work. He waved an arm above his head as he raided his voice for Garret and Aino to hear him. "You two, do you have pokemon? Stop that young man!" He yelled for assistance with his hurried exausted and worried face. With his slightly receeding hairline and overly exaggerated bulbous features, this guy fit the stereotypical 40 50 something father type very well. He even wore business clothing minus the black dress jacket to complete the suit. His black tie was slightly undone to allow him to run and breathe. Garret listened, but in the heat of the moment, it seemed like he wasn't about to jump into action. Either he wasn't as brave as he should be or he didn't fully process what was going on yet. It'd be a little hard to imagine that he wasn't a good guy, but seeing his inaction here so far would surely raise the question. Aino was quite pleased with herself for catching the Budew. Three more Pok mon to go before she had her full team. She let the Budew out of her Pok Ball, and pulled out some Potions out of her backpack to heal up Budew, which she did. The Budew was clearly in a good mood as she healed her. She'd be quite an irresponsible Trainer if she did nothing, and she didn't want to walk back to the Pok mon Center. She put everyone back into their Pok Balls once this strange person came onto the scene talking rather loudly, something about this stranger rubbed her the wrong way, and she didn't like it. Her eyes got wide when she heard him say he stole something, and then they narrowed, and her nostrils flared. She didn't like this sort of person Loud, rude, obnoxious, and obviously a thug of sorts. She was about to properly step in front of Garret, such was her nature to be a protector, a defender. Aino immediately let out Mudkip upon hearing the overweight old man's cries for help to stop the boy in front of them with the package. Aino immediately spoke,"Mudkip, use Water Gun on the young man in front of us!" While it really wasn't sporting to use a Pok mon to attack another being that didn't have their Pok mon out yet, this situation was a definite exception. Mudkip immediately complied, using a strong Water Gun to blast him in the face. "Gastly!" Garret stepped around Aino and raised a hand along with a look on his face to use body language to rally Gastly into action faster than merely calling his partner could. While Aino was correct in stopping the nefarious young man before them from committing this crime there was clearly something about the way she was going about it that Garret disagreed with. "Stop Mudkip's attack!" He called for his partner who was now battle ready and complying, Gastly flew between Davis and Mudkip right as the blast of water sprung forth, taking the blast for Davis who was now properly aware of the situation as he wasn't shouting into the Pokenav anymore. Gastly was conflicted about taking the shot for this guy who was clearly a bad person considering his clothes and what he overheard so far from the chubby man coming. It also didn't help Gastly's heart in this situation to find himself defying a friend and her pokemon's attack, but he listened to Garret and had more than enough reason to always trust his friend."Sorry Aino." Garret spoke softly, not looking back to her as he lowered his arm. Gastly flew in a spiraling pattern towards them and stopped suddenly before Garret to check his friend's face like when he was worried about him earlier. To this, Garret raised a hand to hold the back of his trusted partner pokemon without a smile to offer to him. And the reason why stood before them still. A sinister chuckle erupted from the Team magma boy before them."What's wrong Garret!?" Davis sounded cheerful, yet malice laced his words as he spread his arms and legs in somewhat of a familiar battle pose. "Can't let something bad happen to an old friend?" He wore a lavish accent that didn't quite match his clothes in a thematic sense, but it was appropriately unusual just like his fashion sense. "I still won't forgive you, not even for that." Davis continued before throwing a ball and letting Trapinch pop out. Garret didn't say anything, instead he watched Davis while holding Gastly, his expression not showing a lot of anger or anything, but was certainly not happy. Aino's pale eyes went ridiculously wide when Gastly took the Water Gun. It wasn't a one hit knockout attack, well, not yet anyway, but it surely had to have done a lot of damage, even though the damage was neutral. She had a horrified look on her face, she was frantic, worried she had badly hurt Gastly. He didn't seem to be hurt and all, but she knew appearances were deceiving. She spoke, her voice a mixture of anger and worry,"Are you freakinginsane, Garret? Why would you order Gastly to do that? He could have gotten badly hurt!" This strange boy and Garret seemed to share a history, which probably explained why Garret reacted in such a way, but it seemed ridiculously reckless to her. She rolled her eyes, and properly stepped in front of Garret. She would face this strange one alone, it wouldn't be sporting to attack this one with a two on one formation. She had the type advantage, Mudkip was a Water type, and Trapinch was a Ground type. If Mudkip fell, she still had Budew and Ralts. She and her Pokemon would not fail, no matter what challenges laid ahead of them. Thievery aside, there was justsomethingabout the boy that was really pissing her off. Was it the rich boy accent? Maybe. Was it the ill intent in his words? Maybe. But still, given Garret's reaction to seeing him, she knew he would not be able to fight with sound judgment. "Yeah. Maybe I am." Garret muttered with strain quite visibly welling within his only visible eye. He'd make sure with his next action that he turned such that his face couldn't be seen before he'd start to walk away from the scene. His boots crunching the earth beneath him as he felt uncertainly and regret well in his chest. Not that he was uncertain about his moral position in the debate of whether it was wrong to block Mudkip's attack. He most certainly wasn't regretting his decision now to walk away either. Helping this man get the package back wasn't his responsibility. It wasn't Garret's fault it was stolen. Why should he have to put himself on the front line to make up for his errors? Why was it up to Garret stand between right and wrong and protect people? Couldn't he just live? After all, the dark haired teen knew Trapinch didn't stand a chance against Mudkip anyway. There was a bit of a choke in his words to Aino, almost like he didn't want to be saying them at all or he was fighting something in his heart.Gastly popped his head around Garret's shoulder to look back to Aino and Mudkip as he frowned. Sure it didn't feel great to take a Water Gun to the face, but he didn't mind helping Garret protect what he thought was important. And of course he'd be okay. He's a Pokemon! Not an infant. "C'mon Gastly." Garret weakly reminded Gastly to stay close as he left the scene completely and headed for Rustboro."You won't Bagon back like that!" Davis seemed furious that Garret would just turn his back on him and this girl. Almost as though he wasn't getting what he wanted and he wasn't used to that. "Coward! Walk away, it's what you do best." He spoke sharply with his brow furrowed, betraying the more elegant look he was going for with his team outfit and his natural looks completely with his emotions. The Magma boy looked back to Aino as he pulled his right hand into a fist. "I suppose I'm not getting out of here with this package by going around you, no?" He clicked his tongue before pointing, a lot like how Garret instructed Gastly. "Bite that Mudkip, Trapinch!" Davis wore the mask of a performer once a gain as he lost the fury from before and gave his Trapinch the command.Responding to his oddly dressed human companion, the Trapinch seemed to glow darkly as he lunged forward and a jaw of teeth was formed by this darkness to clamp around Mudkip. The attack was magnified to some extent from Trapinch's ability which made the row of teeth grow larger as the attack as delivered. In this situation it might be in Aino's inclination to defend Mudkip from harm but if she tried to instruct the mudkip to escape the attack before it landed she'd surely miss out on the window to return with an attack. And given how little space there was between the two in battle pokemon already, Davis had a really good feeling there just wasn't good enough room for an evade. Aino was absolutely furious with Garret. First he stops the Water Gun, and then he just up and walks away from this altogether. Damn him! Hopefully she could finish this idiot off before Garret got too far ahead of her and she lost him entirely. Angry at Garret as she was, she really didn't take too kindly to this stranger insulting Garret like that. Though given how he spoke, it was plainly obvious now that Garret and he shared a history. But what was that god damned history? She sweetly spoke, even as her pretty voice dripped with sarcasm,"You could always say please." She rolled her eyes when he commanded his Trapinch to Bite Mudkip. Based on appearance and move, it was clear that the Trapinch had the Sheer Force ability, which was, as she understood, raising the base power of all damaging moves that have any additional effects by 30 , but their additional effects are ignored. There was no point in trying to dodge, Trapinch was a ridiculously slow Pok mon. She harshly spoke, her voice full of venom,"Mudkip, use Water Gun right at Trapinch's mouth!" Why would she target that specific area? For one, it was rather wide open. Two, type advantage. Three, why the hell not? The blast of water went at the Trapinch at full force. Based on observation alone, close quarters combat between Pok mon was never a fun thing, and with the Water Gun being so close, the couldn't be any real dodge for Trapinch. Unless it suddenly managed to evade.

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Icaruspop: Lust and Romance at Starlight Island - (Utsuho x StarMech)

"The Red Potion" Bar Hours into the night...Starlight Island was a very special place. A huge isle located across the multiversal ocean, where people from across multiple worlds, make the journey for relaxation, work, adventure and a good time. Sunny beaches, tons of different entreatment venues, and vast lush forests for the nature types.But right now, our story begins at a small but cozy bar known asThe Red Potion. At this hour it seemed that there were just a handful of people inside, all immersed in their own lives. Amongst them was a particular young looking angel currently sitting by the barstand....This was Pit, who right now simply sighed as the Bartender, a Toad, handed him another drink. He had barely finished the first one and he could already feel himself tipsy. Pit had traveled to the island with his boss and goddess, Lady Palutena, for some well earned R R. Pit thought maybe, just maybe, time here could be the chance where he could finally spend more time with her Tell her mroe about his feelings...But he chickened out and soon enough, Palutena assumed Pit wanted his space which wasn't far from the truth, but was not helping him after she met with some old acquaintances.Pit just felt lonely in general, specially with the fairer sex. Despite his angelic looks, he was still a young man with needs and wants...but of course it wasn't like if luck was going to smile his way... But luck seemed to smile as one woman came to sit next to the lonely angel. This was the love fairy Kyu, though right now she didn't look like a fairy using her human disguise. "Bartender get me a Mojito." She spoke and within moments the Toad gave her drink. Kyu eyes drifted towards Pit's direction.He was her next person she going to help out in the love department. "Hey there cutie." Kyu called to Pit giving a moment to reply to her. She then taken the slice of lime on her glass and sucked on it for moment before placing it back on her glass. "My name is Kyu. Mind if ask for your name Angel?" She asked as the string strap of her red dress fallen off her should. "Huh?" Pit turned around, head still somewhat buzzing and cheeks reddened. "Um, hey...""My name is Pit. Um...nice to meet you...?" He asked somewhat confused. Perhaps it was the drink, perhaps it was the lonelyness, or maybe he was that bad at it But the seductive tone of Kyu flew completely over his head.He was gonna need some work, yes... The look on Kyu's face just said disappointed. His unawareness and the tone of unsureness in his voice. " Seriously a cute girl is trying to hit on and the best you could do is a nice to meet you." Yep he was going a lot of help from Kyu. She quickly drank her drink and stood up from her chair. "Listen Pit you definitely need help when comes to the women." She began walk out of the bar, but before she left. "Don't worry Pit I'll be visiting you later."Later that night once Pit went back to his room and had fallen asleep he would be getting visit from Kyu. Though this time she definitely look like a fairy wearing what most people would called lingerie. "Oh Pit wakie wakie." Kyu whisper into his ear though it didn't seem to work. "I said get up!" She yelled at him and slapped his face. "Good evening Pit." Pit was already pretty inebriated, barely really connecting what was going on or hearing. The woman simply left him to ride his sorrows for the few hours before he felt he needed to sleep. He headed back to his room at the hotel, one next to Palutena, but one of his own. He quickly took down the upper side of his clothing, mostly his toga and undershirt, to drop on the bed shirtless and only wearing some black boxers. He had a pretty good physique, being Palutena's captain of her guard and all, while also keeping that youthful appeal.It didn't take long before he fell asleep. that's when Kyu returned, now in her fairy form, to wake him up...at least she tried at first..."Ngggh....five more minutes please..."And then she slapped him."Oww!! H hey what gives...huh?"He still thought he was half awake, seeing the lady fairy in such risque appeal make him rub his eyes. "Am I still asleep?" He pondered out loud, but after seeing her again his eyes widened before backing away in surprise, blushing brightly."W who are you!?" "None of that five more minutes bullshit." Everytime she tries to wake someone up she always seem to get asked for more time to sleep that it became a pet peeve. Once he was up Kyu gotten a good look at Pit's body and she wasn't disappoint. "Ooh la la, cute and a touch of buffness." Then came the question who she was, though she didn't find it annoying."How could you forget such a adorable face? It me Kyu"She gave him a moment to recollect thoughts before she give him the news."You probably wondering why I'm here my little angel. Well you see I'm a love fairy and I'm here to help you your love life. You see it my job to help the little boys and girls hit it with ladies."After explaining herself, Kyu let Pit have a chance to ask her questions only for her to ignore them. "Look just get your butt in gear and don't think you can get out of this because I'm going to with." "Wait...you mean the girl at the bar?" Pit asked still a bit sleepy, shaking it off quickly with a shake of his head. Not like she was super freaked out or anything, he had seen weirder...However, his eyes kept looking at her wears, such sexy lingerie and body was already making Pit blush. "Wait, what do you even get out of helping me? And why me specifically?" He asked, arms crossed. Kyu smirked to herself able to see Pit checking out her body. " Enjoying the view?" She ask wanting tease him a little. She rolled her eyes at the two questions he gave her. Really she wasn't going to answer the first question, but the second one. "How's that love life going for you?" She answered his question with another one."Right that why I'm here for you. Look just follow my advice and you be getting the ladies in no time. Normally this is the part where I give you a little tutorial, but seeing as this isn't a game we'll just skip to the part on where you should go to pick some girls." Pit's face lit up when he was caught staring, quickly turning away from facing her. Regardless, he had one heck of a situation in his hands, but...could she be right? the way she sounded it seemed to be more about lust than anything...but he was lonely..."Well...I guess I won't have much of a choice in this story, so alright. I'll go with this." Pit sighed. "But tutorials aside, how are we even gonna do this?" "You won't regrets this." Kyu than tossed something that looked like a smartphone to Pit. "That there is the new improved Huniebee. That little guy will collect all the information of the girls you're going after and even show you where they are when they best available." She explained to Pit"How are we even gonna do this?" She repeated his question."You got to go where the girls go, come on you got go find them yourself." She said pausing for his answer. " Good choice, though I was going to say that no matter what you said." She gave him one of her stock lines."Well come on get dressed and hurry up, those panties aren't going to remove themselves!" "Geez, bossy much...?" Pit said a bit grumpy. Still, he eventually got up the bed, made his bed rather quickly and head to the shower.He was to assume Kyu would wait for him to be done, but of course he didn't know much of her and her perverted tendencies. He reached the shower and quickly pulled down his boxers, his member popping out. Despite looking young, Pit had a rather...well...hung tool downwards. Quite impressive, as nobody'd assume just by looking at him.He hopped in and turned up the shower, letting the warm water fall upon him. "ah..." He sighed in relief, still his mind wandered."This still feels like some sort of weird dream..."He said to himself,"Will I really be able to meet and win over some girls like this?...I don't have a choice, but still..." Pit would have assumed wrong if he thought Kyu would respect his privacy. She could have just wait until the shower's water was turned on, then she could just barge right. But this time she want a good look of his equipment. "Alright Pit let see what kind of little devil you're hiding down there." She said quietly to herself as she open the door enough for to peek inside.The first thing was Pit's butt. "I wonder if he like to try some of my toys once he loosen up." Soon her eyes widened once she saw his little devil. Her lips as if to say 'HOLY SHIT' though no sound came out of her mouth.She sat there her sight glued to his not so little Pit. She wanted to just go in there and join him in the shower, but she held herself back. Kyu let out a sigh walking away from the bathroom door and sat on his bed. Right now she doing her love fairy job she have to wait until he gotten a few girls in his bed. Pit washed his body for a while, unaware that the pervy fairy was watching, eventually drying off and getting his robes and garbs on. IT was no hot spring, but a warm shower always put him in an energetic mood.He stepped out now fresh. "Alright then. I'll probably regret this later, but the plot is not gonna move with me slouching here. let's go!" He proclaimed with energy. "Hell ya that spirit, let blow this joint!" Kyu yelled she then had Pit follow her. The two would find themselves at the park. Kyu started to look around a good girl to start out with. "Ha you missed!" Someone yelled. "Hey watch out!" That same person called out to PitSuddenly a blue of energy fly passed Pit's head. "You girls need to be more careful with danmagithings!" The girl yelled at several little girl who fled off giggling. The girl then made a B line to Pit."I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! You see I was just minding my own business, then suddenly hit by a snowball and one girl was all like 'Hahaha I'm the strongest' and I was like 'You got lucky, I bet you couldn't do it a second time' and suddenly those girls started to rain down those glowing energy ball things and then... Then..."The girl Ruby Rose need to catch her breath. "Please forgive me!""A innocent flower, I treasure those nights when I pluck them. Oh by the way if you wonder why they don't notice me it because I'm just part of your imagination... Just joking I'm using magic to make myself invisible." Kyu spoke up. "Oh good, cause that ain't creepy and stalker y in the slightest..." Pit whispered in sarcasm, unoticed by the newcomer Ruby....However, the young angel quickly shifted focus on the raven haired gal, waved his hands in front of him he tried to keep the lass calm. "Hey don't sweat it. Trust me when I say, projectiles flying at my face and me dodging them happens to me a lot in my line of work."He was acting friendly. Well, not much as acting, rather he was always friendly. It was just how he was. "Still, snowballs in the middle of summer, that's new. Name's Pit by the way. Nice to meet you!" "Oh that good to hear." Ruby let a sigh of relief hearing he was fine. "Ya one of those girls had somekind of ice semblance or something." She said thinking it was same kind of power were she came. "Oh right my name is Ruby Rose it nice to meet you Pit."Ruby than stared at his wings for a moment then she looked back at him. "So you're a bird faunus or something." "Faunus? Yeah, i think you got me confused..." Pit explained. "You see this place is home to a whole lot of stuff from multiple worlds, believe or not. I'm actually an angel. But whatever a faunus is, that's a pretty neat name." He chuckled a bit to that, trying to ponder how to approach the lass without sounding like a weirdo...then again, she acted pretty weird as well. She seemed pretty curious..."You know, maybe it'd be better to explain without the ominous possibility of being bombarded by ice. How about we grab a bite to eat?" "Oh right, I still haven't gotten use to the whole multiple people from different worlds." She explained herself as she rubbed the back of her head. Her eyes he said he was an angel as let a wow slip through her lips. "That sounds nice Pit." Suddenly a snowball passed by her barely grazing her nose. This surprised Ruby enough to make her lose balance leaving on one foot as she flared her arms around, she a letter to regain her balance. " I let you have this, but I'll be back!" She called out to the girls one more time."Nice going on getting your first date champ. Something tells me the best move would be to just be yourself for this girl and take her somewhere with good choices of sweets, best bet would be to take her to a coffee place or something. Trust me you'll be having her lips wrapped around your well hung little devil." Kyu spoke. "You really love to put things bluntly like that, do you?" Pit commented back to Kyu while blushing slightly. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the sight of a cutie like Ruby pleasuring him wasn't so bad...Ahg! She was starting to get into his head. This was still a weird situation...Regardless, he did have an idea of where to go. The young angel soon lead Ruby into a small but lovely cafe by the coast of the island. He had went to it on the first day of his arrival with lady palutena and the food was delightable, so he assumed Ruby'd enjoy it as well.Now sitting by a table on the outskirts of the building, Pit ordered a series of sweet pastries for them to enjoy, now waiting their order. "So, Ruby. How did you get to this place?" He asked. "Get use to them because they aren't going to stop anytime soon." Kyu replied to Pit's comment. She could see it on his face that he was using Ruby for one of his fantasy. "Something on your mind dirty bird?"Once they sat down Ruby had scarfed down a few of baked goods. When he asked her a question she try speak, but her voice muffled with the food in her mouth. She took a sip of her chocolate caramel drink thing as she call it to wash it down. "Sorry about that. Well my sister said she won some tickets. So she brought me and the other members of team RWBY along. Ya I know it very confusing for the four use." Pit decided not to answer Kyu's tease and simple continue to go with the flow of things. He was however surprised at Ruby's voracious appetite Her to expect such a thing and cute girl'd be scarfing so many sweets like a maniac. Then again, he'd be guilty to do the same with some hamburgers of sweets too..."Team RWBY. So are you part of some kind of combat team?" Pit asked curious, he leaned to the side to point a particular item that Ruby had dropped from her back to the side of her chair. "I mean, I don't know how things work in your world, but the huge red scythe kind of gave me that idea..." "Well kinda, we're going to a special place that trains people to become huntsmen and huntresses." She said grabbing drinking. When Pit mentioned about Crescent Rose Ruby picked her weapon up and it started transform down to a more portable size. "It's also a sniper." She proclaimed smirking after showing off a bit of her baby ability."What about you Pit? What does an angel do at your world." She question him. Pit's eyes went starry eyed at both explanations. "That's so cool!" He proclaimed excited, "So you go around hunting things with a super cool transforming weapon. Man, that sounds amazing."He collected himself soon after, chuckling a bit in embarrassment. "W well, I'm actually the captain of a whole squadron of centurion angels. My duty is protect the land and take care of our goddess, Lady Palutena. She is basically my boss, I guess..."He then decides to show his weapon as well. He took out his bow and presented it to Ruby "I guess it's not as cool as a sniper scythe but I was bestowed this blessed Bow, amongst some other weapons...but this is the one I use the most."He took an archer stance, manifesting an energy arrow. "See? I can shoot energy arrows whenever I need to hit an enemy for afar, but also..." He then proceeded to dismiss the arrow and separate the bows into two short blades."I can turn them into blades for close combat!" Pit explained, pulling off a cool fighting pose as he did. "Well something like that, though I'm still in trainin." She began to rubbed the back of her head. "Oh wow, it must pretty cool to command your own troops. I'm the leader of team RWBY, but I'm seen as more a friend then a boss."When Pit was showing off his weapon it was Ruby's turn for her to go starry eyed. "Man it must be cool fighting along side an army you trained." Suddenly something started to beeping. Ruby pulled out her scroll and once she checked why it was beeping her eyes widened. "Oh fudge, I got to go." She dash in a blink of an eye and in that same amount time she came back with a pen as started writing down some numbers on a napkin. " Here it my number to my scroll. I really had a nice time with you Pit. I got to go, my sister is being blamed for stealing several books. Let's meet up again later." With that she had two more sweets then she dashed off. When Pit looked at the numbers the Huniebee vibrated as it gotten all the information that Pit learned about Ruby and showed five hearts with one of them was pink."Nice going on your first date Pit." Two voice had said the same thing one of them was Kyu. The other one came from behind Pit. The person behind was the goddess of darkness Madusa. "Well, I do end up doing most of the work myself tho. Centurions are mostly the first line of defense because their bodies are too weak, they get poofed in an instant but can be immediatly revived. But when it comes to a direct approach, I'm mostly on my own..." Pit explained.However, their hanging out had to end as Ruby recieved a call. The young angel smiled at recieving her number, eager to meet with her again eventually. He looked down at the Huniebee with s smile, before proudly putting his hands on his hips."Thanks. I guess this wasn't so bad..." Pit smirked and replied to the two voice....at least until realizing it was TWO voices... "Wait what...?"The angel turned around to find a shocking surprise. Eyes widened, he backed a few steps and exclaimed. "Medusa!?!"He wasted no time in getting on in a battle position with his blades, a fierce look in his face. "What are you doing here, Medusa? Are you trying to cause havock around the Island? Or try to harm Lady paluneta? Well not on my wat wait, how are you even here? Last time I remember, you kind of dissolved after you helped us against Hades...this seems like a strange break of continuity..." As for Madusa she didn't even bother to react to his sudden change into battle pose. The only thing she did was take sip of her cup of coffee. "The only thing I'm here for is recovery." As she spoke the Huniebee vibrated again. All of information that Pit knew about Madusa and that she had two pink hearts."An ex girlfriend?" Kyu asked."Silence you shameless leech!" Madusa glared at Kyu which made her jump from suddenly being yelled at from someone that shouldn't be able to see her. "I was able to revive myself, but I don't have the same strength as before. But enough about me, what was the lap dog of Paluneta doing with such a young human girl?" "Of course not!!" Pit immediatly lashed at Kyu. "She is the goddess of the underworld and pretty much me and lady palutena's arch enemy!! She has tried to kill me who knows how many times!!"That's when he blinked twice in realization, "Wait, you can see her?" he asked Medusa.The angel sighed in relief, lowering his stance. "Oh thank heavens. I wasthis close to really believe she was some kind of halucination. It's kinda nice having validation you're not just going crazy."However the calm and friendlyness shifted back into concernt and distrust the moment Medusa spoke about him and Ruby. "Wouldn't you like to know..." He huffed, arms crossed and turning his eyes away from her. "For all I know, this could still be one of your schemes. Besides, even angels are allowed to make friends with people, you know." "How the hell can you see me?""Even in this weaken body I'm still a Goddess and no fairy's simple minded tricks will fool me." Madusa had a sinister look on her face as glared at Kyu."I am both frighten and turned on right." Kyu added.Madusa's gaze turn back Pit as he gotten defense about the girl. "Normally I wouldn't, but with that lusting beast following you around while you're dating that Ruby girl." Her grip around her cup tighten as her hair snakes started hiss and snap at Pit. "It would bring such great joy if I could tear off your wings and torture you the rest of your pitiful life!" Her hand crushed her own cup making the coffee burst out making a mess on the table she was at. She then let out a sigh as she began to clean the coffee off with some napkins. "Even if I wanted to I couldn't do anything to you, but you can't do anything to me either." "Eeep!" Pit back away at the hissing Snakes. Only lowering his guard when the goddess of the underworld pointed up the important factor that was the magic surrounding the resort of Starlight Island. "Right...the magic stop anyone from harming eachother beyond just simple bruises..." He kept his cool, trying to appear that he wasn't intimidated."Oh thanks heavens...I didn't bring the Three Sacred Treasures with me or another high power weapon. MEduse could have crushed me if she had her normal strength." Was however what he was thinking.Clearing his throat he spoke to her, "Either way, I'm kind of stuck with Kyu here so there isn't much I can do. Still, that doesn't explain why the sudden interest. You still hate my guts after all..."A moment of reflection, crossing his arms behind his head and tilting it slightly as a thought came out. "Then again...you did help us incapacitating Hades for a moment...so I guess even so you're notasbad, Medusa..." That eep made Madusa chuckled, then when he try to cool also made her laugh able to see into his eyes that she already gotten into his. Then he started questioning her interested his dating and even bring up her final moment against Hades. "Do you remember when I said I felt like Rapunzel waiting for her prince? Well a part of me wished for that to be true." She turn her gaze away from Pit as a light blush started to form on her face."I think she has the hots for you." Kyu whisper into his ear. "Try bring her a date. A little hate love good for you." Pit's cheeks lightened at her words. Was Kyu, right? Was MEDUSA out of all people...having feelings or attraction for him!?"I um..." The angel genuinely did not know how respond, face still reddened. He managed to collect his thoughts, taking things into perspective..."Well...you did help us. And Is not like we can really battle eachother here We're all in vacation here so..." Pit stuttered slightly, but then collected himself and said to Medusa, "We could hang out if you like..." Madusa let out a sigh ready to hear Pit's rejection, but when he asked her to hang out with him she in shock. She just stared at Pit for a solid minute before replying to him. "Well I have no reason to reject your offer, but the fairy isn't invited." Madusa glared at Kyu."Fine fine I know when I'm not welcomed by the woman. See you later Pit, make sure you show her your snake." Kyu left the two on their own.Later on Madusa taken Pit to a place called Hell blazer hot springs. "Welcome to the Hell blazer hot springs, if you like we can offer swimwear for you to borrow." A short pink hair with an accessory that look like a eye and next to it was a name tag for Satori. "No thanks, I brought my own bikini with." Madusa replied as the girl just stared at her for a moment before looking towards Pit. Pit could feel her skin shivering at the mention of a bikini. His thoughts shifting into an image of how she'd look only for him to shake that thought away. What would Lady Palutena say if she saw him doing this with their sworn enemy? Well...Palutena was always super forgiving After all, Viridi had done terrible things and they still spoke with eachother...gods just seemed pretty loose when it comes to allegiances...Still, she had always caused destrcion for fun! Was it right to be this forgiving with her...Al these thoughts rushed to his head, but quickly snapped back to reality when asked about his choice of wear. "Um, some swimming trunks'd be nice..." He said. He usually went in with all and tunic, but that was when he always had to be ready for everything This was a place of relaxation so he was gonna enjoy it as such.He was handed a towel and his trunks and he quickly headed to the changing room to...well..change. He stepped out in some simply black swimming trunks before diving into the hot spring..."Aaaaah " Pit moaned in delight, "Hot springs are the beeest " Madusa had already gonna in the women's changing room leaving Pit with Satori. As Pit was left with his thoughts, Satori just third eye stared at him. "You know not everyone gets to have a second chance and those chances could change a person." She gave her advice to Pit as she handed him a towel and trunks for. "Enjoy the hot springs. Also you're welcome to bring any other women her at anytime Pit." She said with her eyes closed only to take a peek to see if he had any reactions to her words.Once Pit had gotten in the water Madusa had joined in as well. "Mmmhhh " she moaned alongside Pit. "I can see why you speak of high praise for these hot springs." She had a two piece bikini of the same color of her dress held together by some strings. "Um...okay..." Pit said, a bit weirded out."How did she know my name...I'm not magically wearing a name tag, right? Not last time I checked....that was kind of creepy..."Not wanting to be more creeped out he quickly headed to the spring, to the point we were now.Medusa's arrival did kind of took him by surprise Having not read that this was a mixed gender's hot spring. His eyes immediately went down her figure.There was no denial that Medusa's body was divine, pun unintended. Many would be pulled off by the snake hair and diabolical demeanour but overal, her beauty rivalled if not was equal to Palutena's. Her pale skin seemed so smooth as droplets of water slowly scurred down her frame, making Pit's face light out brightly before quickly averting his gaze out of respect."Y yeah....nothing beats a hot spring after a long day." Said the angel, allowing the warm water to let his worried drift away. This felt nice, and Medusa wasn't trying to kill him. In fact, she seemed to be genuinely be trying to be nice. And she was surprisingly cute when she did."You had a good idea coming here, Medusa. I gotta admit, I may been a bit to worried before." He admitted, stuttering for the next bit, "I I mean, you did try to kill me before...many times...but now we don't have to worry about that. We can just hang out with no role of godhood status inbetween..."Her reflective words gave out to an idea. "You know, I saw at the entrance you can order stuff to be delivered directly into the spring. Do you want anything to drink? My treat." Madusa smirked to herself catching Pit checking out her body. Though he wasn't the only one enjoying the view. For someone who look quite young his body was kept. His visible abs and with the water cover over his chest gave it a shine to it. Madusa was finding herself getting lost thought as she kept staring at Pit. He was the perfect description of an angel."Truth be told I was also worried that I be rejected again." She said sadness could be heard from her voice. "I was rejected by the humans that were scared of the goddess of darkness and rejected by Palutena when I lashed out at the human. I was worry that you would've rejected me just like everyone else." Thing became silent. "I'm glad we can spend time with each without the conflict between the two of us"She smiled when Pit brought up having drinks brought to them at the hot spring. "Alright I'll take a bloody Mary." Pit just listened to her, letting her out her piece, much to his awe. Perhaps it was the heat of battle, but he always assumed a lot of his energies were well...much two dimensional...well, they all were...NES sprites and all, but his point still stand..."Well, someone has to do things different, right?" He said with a soft chuckle. He felt a bit awkward given the seriousness of the topic at hand, however the ordering of drinks added a necessary bit of levity. Soon their orders came: A Bloody Mary for Medusa and something called Tanooki Leaf Sake for Pit. IT all came on a wooden tray that perfectly remained above the surface of the water for them to pour their drinks in plastic cups.Pit's cheeks were already reddened a glass in Lightweight he was. Still he still remained aware of his surroundings."You know. I don't think I ever thank you for what you did, Medusa. Villain or not, you saved my bacon." Pit explained in a relaxed tone thanks to the drink and the hot spring. "If you hadn't hit Hades when you did I'd probably be finished then. Even Palutena was grateful!...""Things don't really need to be like this, tho. I mean...just cause you're the goddess of the underworld doesn't mean you have to be the bad guy. A world without the underworld'd probably result in as much chaos anyways...you know, all about balance. Hades couldn't see that, but what about you?"He chuckled a bit more with a goofy but endearing smile, "Man, I must be really cramping your day with all this talks, Sorry about that..." "Thanks for being the one to be different, though it must come natural for you when it comes to being different." She try to break the tension letting a chuckle. Than her drink came, but unlike Pit she could handle the alcohol."You really don't have to thank me. The only thing I wanted at that time was for the his death using me as a pawn." Just thinking about Hades brought her great anger. She took a deep breath calming herself down. "I only saw the Underworld as just tools for me to use against everyone I hated. But now I don't know what to do now, I had planned to declare war against your goddess of light. Now I see it to be pointless."When Pit started to blaming himself for ruining her day, Madusa turned Pit's face towards her own face. Before he could question her action Madusa gave a light kiss on his lips. "No, you been a great help listening to me complain about my problems." She than finished her drink and stood up from the water. Unnoticed to her the bottom of her bikini fallen off her letting Pit see her hairless pussy. "I'll be leaving now, take care of yourself." With that she left before Pit could say word to her.Once Pit exited out the hot springs he would be greeted by Satori. "It must have been quite the view seeing Madusa's womanhood. We also have private hot springs for those those who like to bath nude. Please come again Pit." Pit was about to be apologizing when Medusa's upped his chin to turn him to see her. Her monster like hand brushed slightly against his soft skin, but did not hurt. His eyes stared directly into hers, a blush manifesting again upon his cheeks, which only increased its hue when her lips met his. They were so soft so sweet. His ehart was pumping Mind wishing it would have lasted longer.And just like that she was gone, but not wthout giving him one last surprise as her bottoms were gone and his face went red staring down as her bare bottom and shaved pussy. Pit was left alone at the hot spring for a few more minutes, only for him to look down and at himself and curse. His erection now super stiffened after that... Pit excited the establishment, fully dressed and yet face still red. He thanked Satori, despite still finding her strange knowledge creepy, but kept the idea of the naked hot spring room in mind for some future date.His thoughts continued to linger on Medusa. It'd be one hell of an explanation to lady palutena. However, now his only worry was the growing bulge in his pants. He looked side to side. Realizing Kyu was shooed away by the dark goddess, and took the chance. Quickly,he rushed to a public bathroom, closing the stall, thankful that it was empty, and quickly pulling down his shorts and undergarments. His hardened cock popped out and Pit wasted no time in starting to rub it up and down.He panted softly, closing his eyes to linger on the image of Medusa, something he still couldn't believe he was doing, but was enjoying so. "Ah...ahn..." He kept on polishing his rod, not counting that Kyu probably was not gonna respect privacy... Though Kyu wasn't in sight of the two, yet she was able to keep an eye on them until they gonna in the Hell blazer hot springs. Everytime she tried to sneak in, but that Satori girl was able to know where she was. She spoke of things that had been thinking as if she could read her mind or something. So she just wait for either of two people to come out. She didn't see Madusa come out at all, but she did see Pit and follow him into public bathroom.She floated over the stall able to peek in what was doing. This time she saw Pit whipping out his large boner. She stared at it in shock of the size of the thing amazed her for someone with his looks. She allowed him a moment to jerker off as floated into the stall. Kyu began rubbing her pussy through panties as she watched Pit stroke himself. Pit continued to stroke himself unaware. Dry gasps kept escaping him, almost cute to the person who was currently watching, his hand fiercely rubbing against his prick with reckless abandon.His mind kept switching between images Between people. At first it was just Medusa Thinking of that body, her face, that kiss....but then it added on the image or Ruby, who's cute yet pretty demeanor had managed to charm the young angel, pondering how she'd look in a much lewd scenario. Finally his vision focused on lady palutena, the one he always wished to have revealed his feelings to The one who's figure he had peeked on in her private bath, a divine body that was away of his."Ahn...nngh!!" Biting softly upon his lower lib, Pit reached his limit, his cock throbbng before a rope of white see erupted from the tip. A feeling of release and pleasure engulfed him whole for a few seconds before vanishing. Dick still at half mast but Pit was satisfied, panting softly."Guess...that's taken care of..." Said the angel before openng his eyes....and seeing Kyu...."K KYU!?" Eyes widened and jaw hit the floor in shock, pants still down as he exclaimed. " W WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" His gasping, the movement of his hand on his cock, and his cute face made her want to in pale herself on his thick arrow. It took all her will power to hold herself from ravishing the angel. Unlike Pit, Kyu's hand kept at a slow and steady pace as her eyes stayed on his member waiting for the climax..When it looked liked he was about to cum Kyu lowered her head down in front of his with her mouth wide open. Once Pit's cock released his white gooey load it hit her on the left cheek up across her closed eye to her forehead then down to her tongue and in her.She pulled herself away from Pit and wait for him to notice her. Once he has Kyu showed him the cum in her mouth playing with it for a moment before closed her mouth and swallowed it down. She open her mouth one last showing that their was no leftovers. "Just watching you jerking off your master sword." She said as if it wasn't a big deal cleaning her face with some toilet paper. "So how did your date go and what kind of girls were you thinking of?" Pit was still shocked at Kyu's action, yet couldn't hep but blush at her cum soaked face and then her swallowing his angelic seed with no problems...."Y you were staring!? Great...another moment I'll never live down..." He buried his face in his hands, "And the date went well...and no nothing happened she just...kissed me...but it was just a small kiss that's all..." "Live down? It not like I'm going to tell anyone that would be a dick move, besides you should be proud because I'm all hot and wet that I'm going need some me time at your place. You're welcome to watch me." She gave him a wink.It was good to hear that the date went well, but only a kiss came out of it. "I'm calling bullshit! I highly doubt that something like a kiss would make you run into a bathroom so you could bust a nut! Now give me all the juicy details." She tossed the toilet paper away blocking the stall door. "W wait, you're not being serious...r right?" The fact Pit actually pondered on the offering had me confounded.Then Kyu continue to push to know more at how it went, at this point he kenw he couldn't avoid it. "It was a really good kiss, okay? And well...she was also not wearing any bikini bottoms...I I never noticed Medusa had such a hot body before. Those two things got me hot and bothered enough..."Kyu, despite her bluntness and snarkiness, was not being malicious. So he had no feeling of just lie to her. "Well...wehn I was...well, you know. I kind of also thought on Ruby too...and well, Lady Palutena as well...still my mind kept locking on Medusa for a long while..."Curiosity struck and and he quickly took out the Huniebee to check on Medusa's status once more... "I wouldn't make offers that I can't." She said pushing her panties aside showing her dripping wet pussy to Pit. Kyu listen to what happened on his date. "Wish I was there to see and anger can blind people from seeing what truly is in front of them. Though it can spies up bedroom."Then came the girls he was masterubating to, the two that Kyu seen and the person that Pit keep bringing up. "You keep on bringing up Palutena so much that I want to meet her." When Pit look up on Madusa's status it show she had four hearts now. "Dang son whatever did it worked one more date and and you can well have the real thing. Normally I say wait until evening and take her to your place, but you showed that you got some balls on you. Date her anytime and then do her anywhere." Pit gulped at the sight of Kyu's wet panties. She was so busy on the other girls he did forget Kyu was really attractive as well...However, he shook his head. He didn't need the second hard boner right now. His focus shifted to Medusa's data. He felt so happy, not just because it meant he could go see Medusa again, but also cause it felt like he actually made a change in her...And of course, cause he now was aware how hot she was. Not like he'd say out loud.Kyu then bring up palutena. "Oh, hold on..." Sinking into his pocket, he took out a picture of him with the Goddess. "This is lady palutena if you wanted to know." Kyu laughed when Pit gulped as she looked at the picture. Then she gone silent as her eyes widened when she saw the picture. This person in the picture look similar to her boss. Silently she pulled out her smartphone showing a picture of her. "My boss the goddess of loveVenus."She waited for a moment to let the picture sink in before putting her phone away. "Anyway I think we got enough time for one more girl. And know someone who can get use one." Pit blinked in surprise. It was quite the weird sight. "Huh. They do look alike...." He said, but desided to not dwell on it much.He rather focused on what Kyu was saying. "Sure, lead the way." He was getting used to this, he'd admit. I mean, it was still weird, but that could also be said about everything else in his life. He wondered who the love fairy had in mind, although another thought crossed me."Don't you think this is a bit...mean? I mean, going after so many girls That kind of sounds dimissive of Medusa, or Ruby...or anyone if I'm just goign around wooing ladies..." He asked. This was a first for Kyu. Most of the time no one ever question the method for find her clients some girls. "I normally just find my clients a few girls for them and they even found a couple on their own. It's up to them on what they want from the girls. It how I do my job normally." Now she was started to wonder if her method was the right way to find her clients Love. "It up to you if they just friends, booty calls, and who is your lover. Hell if you're feeling ballies you can go for the harem ending."Soon the two would find themselves in front of a night club call In the Zone. Kyu changed herself to back when Pit first saw her. She was able get them through the bouncer a green blob creature name Lenny. They then gone up into one the VIP rooms."Kyu babe it good to see you!" "Zone Tan girlfriend how my favorite bitch doing." "Oh you know same old same old." The hugged one another as they talk. "So I see your next client is Nintendo's little angel boy. Come to see if I had some girls to offer." Pit put it into thought. She did have a point, it was all up to him or the girls to see what would ebcome of this. Right now, he couldn't say for sure, he always had feelings for Lady palutena, but now...he was starting to feel something for Medusa, of all people, as well. Who knew who else he could end up falling for?"I guess you're right." He admitted, "As long as nobody ends up getting hurt on sad, I guess we're not really doing anything bad here. I don't really know what will come from this, but might as well just see where this leads me, right?"With that resolve...well...resolved. The two headed to a secluded club that Kyu apparently seemed to know very well. Despite being secluded within a couple of small dark alleys, it looked like it was in full boom. Pit was a bit surprised by the green tentacle monster who was acting as the bouncer, but decided to just let it go as they went insice. The VIP Room itself looked pretty good. "Fancy." He said following a whistle, that's when a purple haired beauty of dominating persona arrived, apparently knowing Kyu."Um, hey. I guess I don't have to really introduce myself then, you seem to know me too." Pit said, surprising everyone in the island appeared to be. He never considered much of a big deal, specially next to other Nintendo icons."So, should I stay at this room or...?" "Trust me I have a large date base for franchise from games to animation." Zone Tan said as she was doing something on her phone. Suddenly the Huniebee vibrated now having two new girls, almost everything about them was blank besides where they were. "I also have this fire cracker at the club." With a press on her phone a TV came down from the ceiling show blonde hair girl at the bar counter. "Yang Xiao Long from RWBY, she gave Lemmy a hard time but nothing he couldn't handle. Said something about stolen books.""She in a shitty mood, best bet would be to is make her laugh so say something stupid." Kyu added."Well I take it that was what you were looking for. Then here what I want in return." Zone Tan press her phone again several TVs came down. This time showing women having sex with men, other women, and tentacles. "When you going to fuck one your girls brains out and you're here in the club I want you to take them to a VIP room so kind watch. Also if you hear this sound it means I want one or both of you for a booty call." A sound of came of Zone Tan giggling came out of the Huniebee."Ok Pit you go get that hot bomb shell. I'll going spend sometime with Zone Tan." Soon the girls clothes started fly everywhere with a pair of purple panties with Zone Tan's logo hitting Pit's face as the began to make out. Pit couldn't help but blush at the sight of all those girls in the monitors, moaning and gasping in pleasure. If this wasn't enough, as soon as the objective was set Kyu and Zone starting to madle make out with eachother, as dresses and purple sweaters flew by Zone's panties even falling on top of him. He had to force himself to look away, his length concealed by hard as a rock. He did however took the panties and saved them in his hammerspace pocked...she wouldn't mind, r right?Either way he approached the one called Yang, taking a good look at her. She was really pretty, her hair almost like gold and her body quite smoking as well as a pretty face But also she appeared pretty fierce. The angel sat next to her and, when the bartender passed by, asked for two drinks. He then slide one of them Yang's way as he said, "Hey there. You seemed kinda bummed so have a free drink on me."When he heard the term RWBY, he immediatly picked up that she was part of Ruby's team In fact, recalling a situation with books he was also able to guess that this was indeed her sister..."Name's Pit by the way. A certain scythe carrying girl mentioned me that someone was having a bad day. You're Ruby's sister, right? Name's Pit. What got you so down?" Well Yang's vacation was starting off terrible. Still pissed off about what had happened through her day. Just before she could leave a drink had slide right in front of her. Turning to see who it was only to well a angel. Yang raised an eyebrow when he offered a free drink. Well she wasn't going to turn it down, but she kept her guard up not knowing what he was to. When he said Ruby's name Yang recalled her saying she had spent sometime with a winged boy."Yang Xiao Long. Well I was trying to meet up with one of my friends at the library before I got blamed for stealing like fifty books. Got hold in the police station saying I was the thief before Ruby was able to clear my name. Once gotten here some drunk asshole tried to get off by humping my leg. I was going to crush his junk, but that green thing held me off and throughout that guy. Then owner yelled at me making a scene." "Geez, really sounds like you had a bad day." Pit said, "But don't let it drag you down. Believe me, I tend to have the most terrible luck, but I always find a way to bounce back. And you seem like the strong type I'm sure you can handle it."Pit then chuckled. "I mean, I was once shot out of a cannon at like match 7, yet here I am..."He took a pause to take a sip of his drink, "Also, if you ever find that real book thief, he better protect himSHELF. Heh, sorry for the pun Couldn't resist." "Ya no kidding." She said taking a sip of her drink as she listened to his little pep talk. She then gave him a questionable stare when he said he was shot out of a cannon. Once he made the pun Yang smiled."Oh once I find her, she better BOOK it or she in for a real Yang." She made two puns then began to laugh. It took her moment before she calmed down. "Thanks for that I need a good laugh." "Heh, no problem." Pit smiled, "Better to see you smiling. You look great."Another sip of his drink followed, cheeks already gaining a slight shade of pink. "So, how is it being a huntress. Ruby spoke a little about it, but then kind of got fixated on her weapon.""You seem like the kind of gal that can handle anything." Seeing his face turning a bit pink told Yang that he didn't know how to handle his drinks. "Better take it easy on the drinks, this crowd look like they eat cute boys like you up." She warned him. "It pretty great. You beat up Grimm, go on adventures, protect the peace, and that good." She up at nothing as remember some of her time with RWBY as finished her drink."Strawberry Sunrise. No ice. Oh, and one of those little umbrellas." She order a drink for herself. "Well can handle most thing on my own, but even sometimes I can't handle everything on my own. It make me glad that have my sister and two friends as teammates." "I'm gonna drink responsibly. Besides, you're with me, and you ain't gonna take advantage of lil' ol me, are you?" Pit chuckled."Still, sounds you have a pretty tight team. Man, I'd love to see you in action someday. maybe some sparring. I may not look like it, but I'm quite skillful too."The two kept talking for a while, just having fun. Yang was quite the fun gal to hang out with, and Pit was enjoying the night. He wasn't sure how far this'd take him with her, but either way he'd mark this night as a success. "Maybe I might you do have a Pitty face on you." She chuckled along with PitShe raised an eyebrow when he asked to with them. "Ok we can do that or if you can get three other we can it a go r on four." She then handed him a note with her scroll's number. Soon it just became the two talking to one, though she did have to cut him off from the drinks only letting virgin ones. But all good thing must come to a end Yang left Pit giving a goodbye kiss on his cheek and getting a one heart for Yang in Huniebee."Come on champ it time get you back to your room." Kyu had gotten back now carrying him out the club. Pit seemed a little out of it, he most likely was drunk. Kyu was able to get him back to his room and lay him down on his bed. Kyu try to give him a goodnight kiss on the lips, but do to the of his breath she settled with kissing his forehead.The next morning the first thing Pit would see was a naked Kyu. She sitting on the edge on his bed looking a porn magazine while using double ended dildo on her pussy. "You were r right Kyu...I am having so much fuuun " Said the drunken Pit, wobbling along as she carried him out, "Hope you had fun with your lady friend toooo...Yang is so fun! And funny...and cool...and she's got such a great pair of...gauntlets..."Eventually he was lead back into his room, thankfully Palutena appeared to be already sleeping in the next door over so noone'd question anything. The young looking angel simply dropped to the bed and fell soundly asleep.By mornign he woke up, abet a bit dizzy, yet luckily with no hangover....only to see the love fairy pleasuring herself in the edge of the bed with a dirty magazine. "K Kyu!?!?!" "Aahh aahh, morning Pit fuck ya" Kyu moan out when called out her name. She did promised that she let him watch her as she touched herself. She tossed the magazine aside landing on Pit's lap open on a picture of a red head woman. "Oh yes harder harder, I'm almost going going to ggaaahhh FUCK!" Using both of her hands the dildo rapidly in and out of her pussy. Soon she pulled the toy out and her pussy squirted from her orgasm.Her body slide down off the bed and was sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide open. She took wet end of the dildo and began to lick her own pussy juice off of it. "That should make us even now drunk angel." She stood up gone into the bathroom tossing the dildo on the magazine. This time it was Kyu turn to take a shower, but unlike Pit she left the door wide open for him if he want to watch her or even join in. Pit could only watch as Kyu continued to pleasure herself in front of him, his face red as a tomato. His sight didn't shift, he didn't even blink. Seeing her push that in and out, her moans...And then she cliamxed hard, right in front of him. Was this what was awaiting him through this lan of hers?Regardless, she headed to the bathroom. Pit, still blushing, only to look under the covers at the biggest case of morning wood he ever had. "Aw, damnit..." He groaned. Thanks to her, now he was super eager.The Love Fairy went to shower, and as he heard the water run, the back of his mind urged to go see. He tried to fight it, but his instincts were winning..."Damnit...oh Lady Palutena please forgive me..."He got up from the bed and sneaked to the door, leaning as he slowly opened to take a peek. As Kyu washed herself she started to ponder on what Pit was doing. She knew he had a hard on right now give the little show she put on so he either jerking off to porno mag she got from Zone Tan or he was peeking on her will she was showing. The thought made her hands move on their own as began to squeeze her breasts. Then as she start to twisted one her tits one of her roamed her body only stoping on her clit. She teasing on the ideal that Pit maybe peeking on her.She gasped and moaned losing control of herself. She couldn't take anymore. Kyu may not be aloud to have s x with right now, but she work around that. "Hey Pit if you like you're welcome to join in with." Pit gulped, watching entrance as the love fairy caressed her body underneath the warm water. He knew peeking was wrong, that feeling this way should be wrong. Yet, his hardened member did not lie He was enjoying the sights. Kyu's breasts may not be the biggest, but they were perky and lively, and her hips were curvaceous enough for a good balance.He heard the imitation, about to stutter some more now that he had been found. But swallowing his fears, andchanting a few"This is gonna end badly"'s on his mind, Pit decided to venture into this risky choice and quickly undid his clothing and jumped into the shower with her."H hey.." He said nervously. She could easily see his hard erection now. Kyu eyes on were the on the doorway waiting for Pit walk in. She started to wonder he would even bother to give the invitation a second thought. Just before Kyu turned away Pit came in undressing himself and join her. Kyu was in a moment of disbelief that he actually came, but than she just smiled. "Hey Pit."This was a treat for Kyu eyed his rigged chested letting hands touch them. She couldn't stop herself rubbing him. She then pressed her own body against his moving up and down. Pit froze when her hands started to caress him. They felt so soft, still unable to fully adapt to her forwardness. How she could be so casual about this? This he could not understand...Still it felt so good, that he let her keep going. Pt's blush seemed to remain while his eyes went all over her. The warm water sliding down her pretty frame, there was nowhere Pit didn't want to see. And then, she started to use that very same bod on him.Up and down she went, barely missing his rod but brushing it slightly with her tummy. Pit's breathing became heavier. His hands trembled, not sure on what to do, so he let her continue to toy with him. "I always wanted to try one of those Japanese soapland thing. Having someone lather my body by rubbing their own against." Kyu could everything from her nipples passing by each of the dividing lines of his muscles to his cock on her belly. The look on his face and his breathing told her that Pit wanted more.Yet the way his hands shaked made her wonder how mucu he knows about sex. Sure he can rub one out, but with another person it a different ball game. "Come Pit no need to be nervous around me." She took one of his hands and placed it over her pussy "Just do what feels natural to you."Kyu then wrapped her fingers around Pit's length as she began to move it up and down. Her other gonna behind Pit grabbing his butt giving it a squeeze before slapping it. Kyu giggled at the thought of Pit using one of her toys. "You know you're welcome to join Sugardust when she playing with her toys." Kyu eyes widened and her face turned bright red. Why did she used her last name? Pit gasped and groaned. Her fingers around his length feeling so good So different than when he did it. She also displayed some skill, rubbing against and stroking just right. She knew her stuff..."ahn...ah...."Kyu encouraged him to do more, and even mentioned toys for a future date. Pit did not answer with words, but his body did make his cock throb in her hand at the mention of it. He had to do something...Pit's hands then suddenly acted, and with a fierce grab he held on to Kyu's rear His fingers squeezing hard upon her buttocks. Pit lunged forward, instinct taking over, his lips smacked against hers while his weight pushed back and the two were now under the falling water. He held this hungry kiss, just unable to contain it... Kyu could feel everything in her hand as she jerked his cock from the heat, the shape, and even the smallest movement. It seemed he like the ideal of joining her when she going to use her toys by how much his cock throbbed her hand.Kyu gasped when Pit suddenly grabbing her ass and began to manhandled ber butt cheeks. Before she could say anything Pit lunged her at taking a kiss from her. She said hands in shock as he pulled her in the shower's water, though Kyu found herself given in as eyes closed and she wrapped her hands around his neck.She was submitting to Pit as ravished her. All she could do was moan and return his kiss with her. Kyu knew she should stop before it any after this, but her body wanted it. Feeling Kyu reciprocate the kiss just made Pit's cock throb even more. His hands kept groping and kneading her behind, her skin feeling so soft as he kept making out with her. The feeling of her tongue wrestling against kiss kept him fully engulfed in this passion.His hands started to go and explore more. Caressing the hits, up the back and eventually one gripping her breast and massage it like dough. Kyu wasn't as busty as Medusa, Palutena or Yang, but they were so perky and lovable...Before she could do something, Kyu felt his dick pushed between her legs. Rather than simply entering her, he rather kept it there rubbing against her labia while held tightly between her thighs. Pit broke the kiss hen he started to thrust forwards and backwards The hardness rubbed against the love fairy's slit with a reckless and frantic pace. It was as if part of him still stopped him from going all in, but also unable to stop Some kind of strange compromise.It wasn't a very stylish thing, lacking any finesse. Pit humped as he kept his head resting upon her shoulder while gasping and groaning, even uttering her name softly in whimpers. It was like a puppy humping away in heat It was adorable, but also super hot.He kept going, rubbing against her thighs and labia, causing him to tremble in delight but not stopping his pace one bit. "Ahn...ahn...k...K kyu....ahn..." Kyu was writhering in Pit hands as it moved up her body as her tongue danced alongside his. She let a muffled gasp when his hand made breast as he began to play with it. She could feel his body's movement and it seemed he was ready thrust inside of her. Her body wait for his shaft to piece it way inside of Kyu's pussy...Though it didn't happen. Once Pit separate away from her lips, Kyu gasped left breathless for a moment as she looked down seeing that he was humping between her thighs and her pussy lips. A part of her was disappointed, yet she was glad.Kyu simply closed her legs trying to make it as tight for him. She placed her hand on his head stroking him as let out light moans. "That it Pit keep going." Of course, that wasn't to say Kyu wasn't getting some pleasure out of this despite the angel not fucking her straight up. Pit's cock brushed roughly against her pussy lips, sending fewer paced yet still powerful jolts of pleasure through the love fairy's body.This kept going. Their position, the running water pouring upon them, and the way Pit continued to gasp and call Kyu's name even in soft whispers All of it added to the scene, making it even more sensual, even more exciting and made those brushed against the slit even more pleasurable."K kyu....ahn...kyu..." He kept going, like in some sort of trance. All that passionate feelings coming out in a feverish wild act. Not just about Kyu, but in general All those times he had to hide his pent up feelings for Palutena, all those nights where he had taken a peek of ehr at her bath only to feel guilty afterwards his newfounds feelings for Medusa, Ruby and Yang...all of that coming to mind but still focusing on Kyu, her lewd antics, but also her personality in general having awoken a series of feelings within him...He kept going, but the pink haired lass could feel he was about to cum. Kyu could feel his pressing up against her pussy as it move even brushing her clit from times. Though this may not be the most intense masturbating she had done, Kyu was still enjoying it as she gasped and moaned. She soon find found herself moving her pelvis alongside Pit's.Kyu then began to suck on two of her fingers imagining them to be Pit's cock. She could feel all the twitching and throbbing his dick was making knowing he was ready cum. She pulled her hand away from her mouth and ran down his back until rest on his butt."I'm Cumming Pit!" Once she said the sent the two fingers into his tight little hole as she pressed her whole body into his. She held him as she had her orgasm squirting all over his cock. Pit was coming close, rapidly fucking her thighs and netherlips like there was no tomorrow. His body resting against her while they both moaned under the shower. Their cries echoing through the bathroom with reckless abandon.Kyu started to caress him down his back, feeling a pair of coated fingers in saliva that then found his way into his butt. She thrusted her fingers inside, hitting a soft point inside. Pit's eyes widened, even his wings perked and froze, a powerful shock of painful pleasure suddenly exploded inside of him, bringing him to the edge.With a loud final cry, his cock erupted into a powerful geyser of cum, smeared her thighs, rear and a lot of the walls as a ton of white ropes started to spurt after the first shit.The young angel panted, face red in embarassment and exhaustion, his face still resting on Kyu's shoulder while his body still trembled in the afterglow, wobbling every so slightly to keep himself standing up."Ahn...k kyu..." He panted, somewhat out of it after such powerful orgasm. Kyu could feel his cock pulsating as it shot out all that cum. She could feel the hot jizz her behind and thighs able to feel it running down her legs. She held on to Pit as he shook probably would've fallen from his mind blowing orgasm he just had.Once his penis started soften Kyu separatd her legs letting go of his member. She then began to wash both herself and Pit up of all sweat and cum on them. She later turn the water off bring them out of shower as she set Pit down on the toilet so he could recollect his mind as she dried herself off."So how was it? I mean it may not be the same as putting inside a woman, but it had felt to great letting out all that pent desires out of you." She said as she redressed herself. Pit was regaining conscience fast. His face flushed as he averted eyes of Kyu. "I'm...sorry if I went overboard...or not overboard enough." He said stuttering. "I know you're very...f free spirited, and I didn't know what to do...I had this need, but at the same ttime it didn't feel fair to me to just got at it with you while everyone else I have respected my boundaries with...you deserve more than that.He took a sigh before getting up. "My stuff is outside so I'll go change there. I...I did enjoy it a lot. Thanks, Kyu." With that the angel let the fairy dress up in peace. Kyu remade silent as Pit spoke his mind. Some part of her felt bad for teasing the angel so much. Then when he amounted that he enjoyed it, Kyu couldn't help but smile to herself. "Anytime Pit." With that she gave him enough to dress himself."Alright Pit get your butt in gear. We got two girls Zone Tan gave and we can check out the library see if you can catch either Yang's friend or the thief." The two blank profiles said one girl was at a diner and the other was at the battle sphere. Could her heart be beating just a tad bit faster? Who could tell for sure but her. Regardless, Pit got his stuff ready and with a nod, the two were on their way to the library. Curiosity did struck when she mentioned the particular purple haired girl, so he had to ask. "By the way, how did it go with you and Zone tan that night?"Eventually, they arrived at the Starlight Library, a huge building filled to the brim with books, tomes and compendiums from all over the worlds. IF there was something readable from some world regardless of its content It was here!.Pit looked around, "Do we even know who this person looks like? Yang was never that specific about how the rest of her friends look like..." "We made out for a bit, watched you hooking up with Yang, some lesbian action, then came the the tentacles. For a rape monster Lemmy is quite gentleman, well until he get really into it." This reminded Kyu something that Pit had taken. "Oh by the those panties you took should have gone to me, so fork them over."Within the library there were several people in from the highschool bookworms to those who seemed to look like magic user. Even a few people were there for unknown reason. Finding this take a while or so they thought it would."Excuse me." Some had tapped Pit his shoulder. Turning around Pit would meet Blake Belladonna. "Are you the angel boy that Ruby and Yang were talking about?""Ooh I wouldn't mind getting this pussy." Pit blushes at the mental image of Kyu and Zone tan indulging in passionate sex. Powerful moans, breasts being groped and caressed, and slits rubbing fiercely agaianst eachother in mad scissoring, all of that filled his mind Even the tentacles part made him awfully curious...That's when the love fairy pointed out something he thought nobody noticed. "W wait how did you !? I mean, um...ugh, fine..."Before stepping inside, the angel boy handed over the set of panties with a blushing face. Then they stepped in.Pit was rather overwhelmed by the sheer size of the place and the people. He was not much of an avid reader...one would say it wasn't until recently he even learn how to read...but regardless, it was hard to know where to start.Thankfully, it seems the mysterious girl found him rather than the other way around. Convinient. A pretty looking catgirl, or faunus as Ruby and Yang called them, with long black hair, white and black top and nice curves.Pit had to groan to the joke from Kyu, tho."Really? That's the best you could come up with?" Of course Blake didn't heard that bit before our angelic ehro addressed her."Yeah, I'm the one. The name's Pit. You must be Blake, right? Yang spoke a lot about you!" "If I didn't have them in my hands then somebody must have snuck them out." Kyu snatched the panties and sniffed them before putting them. "You got earn those panties.""Yes I'm Blake. Ya Ruby and Yang told me and Weiss a bit about. Yang was worry about leaving you behind..." Blake paused for moment. "She said she saw a woman in a red dress had taken you out of the club." Pit chuckled. "Oh no problem. I guess I did drink a little too much, but is just I was just having a good time. A friend helped me get to my room anyways, so it's fine."After a short pause he was curious to know more about her. "So, I guess you like to come here often, right? Yang did mention she wanted to see you here when that whole deal with the stolen books happened. She spoke highly of you and a lot." "Glad to hear that, Yang said the crowd there wasn't the nicest." Thing became silent for a moment before Pit had ask her a question. "I mostly come here because of the peace and quiet, guess Yang probably wanted to drag me out here." Blake blushed a little he Pit said Yang spoke of her."Right the guy who blamed Yang had lost his glasses. He said the person had similar hair to Yang." Then something crossed her mind. "So what bring here Pit?" "Can I see those? I feel Yang deserves to get her name cleaned, specially with whoever this still on the loose. Still, I haven't see anyone else with the type of hair Yang has..." Pit said crossing his arms. Still he picked on to what Blake asked next."Well, I wanted to meet the rest of Team RWBY after Ruby told me how great of a group you four are. I guess you can call me a bit of a fan now, haha." He admitted. "And yeah, this place seems so serene, specially with so many people running around the island. So, what were you reading?" "I had seen at least one person that look some like Yang from behind in the library several time. Though I never seen her face and she dress up like a witch." Blake laughed when he said he was a fan of RWBY. "If you like I could arrange a meeting with Weiss later if like."He then asked about the book she had in her arms. "It a little embarrassing, but it romance novel called So lingers the ocean. 'The love that is far too pure for the main character, "me," and the fisherman, "you." An indubitable foray into inner peace at the skillful stroke of a pen'. It not really the kind of books I normally ready, but the librarian had suggested for me." "I'll keep that in mind..." He said, trying to get an idea of how the thief looked like.Regardless, he heard with attention at her description of the book. "Doesn't sound half bad. I do kind like nice love stories, I guess I'm a bit of a sap like that. I may check it out." Pit said with a soft chuckle. "How about we get soemthing to drink, just some iced tea or soda to drink while we are here, it's a hot day after all..." "I going have to call for a raincheck, I promise Yang I would hang out with her." She then handed a piece of paper with her scroll's number on. "See you later Pit." And with that Blake left giving Pit a heart in his Huniebee for her."Well that seem to go well let go..." "Coming through!" Kyu was cut off when suddenly someone ran passed Pit. Pit would be able to catch a glimpse of thisPersonas she ran passed carrying a sack of books. "Oh, okay..." Pit said waving as Blake then left in a hurry. He seemed a bit sad that he couldn't spend time with the pretty faunus, but at least he got her number, so it had to count for something...Of course his thoughts changed when someone roughly bumped into him and pushed him down. "O ow!! Hey..." His eyes glanced at the woman as she ran. A pile of books....long blond hair...witch dress...."H hey! Wait up!!" Pit exclaimed quickly rushing after the book thief. Once she outside of the library and far away from the building she turned around waiting for this person catch up. "Need something?" She asked acting as if everything was normal."I don't know how much time is worth to you, but for a normal human every seconds counts. So make this quick ze." Pit frowned, "How about for starters you explain what are you doing with all those books!"Crossing his arms he kept a good look at the mysterious gal Cute, but still culprit. "A friend of mine got in real trouble because they confused her with you. So why are you even stealing books?" "Well I'm going to read them, I mean that what they for right." She just shrugged.He did look quite handsome, but he was getting in her way. "Oh didn't know about that, tell when I going back there I'll let them know it was Marisa Kirisame borrowing those books." She than glared at him. "Hey I'm not stealing, I'm just borrowing them until I die." She grinned at Pit. "That's not how it works!!!" Pit exclaimed back only to see she was already rushing away, much to the angel's annoyance."Ugh, that girl seems nuts..." He mumbled followed by a sigh, "But at least we have a name. We can at least try to show Yang's innocence..." "Well if that all you're going ask, then I'll be taking my leave. Later winged kid." And with she sat her broom and fly off. Soon Pit's Huniebee vibrated showing that Marisa info was now inside the Huniebee as well"Jeez you could have waited up!" Kyu had just caught with Pit by flying. "Man you're pretty quick on your feet. So did it go?" "Not good. I mean I got her name, but she still made it off with the books. But at least we can tell the library about it?" Pit said.He kenw he had to say it eventually, and so he didwhile blushing, "Besides...I...I can't really fly on my own so I couldn't catch her now..."He started to walk slowly, taking a glance at his the Huniebee. "what do we do now?" "Well I guess that something." She was in for a shock when she heard he couldn't fly. "Seriously that must really suck. I wouldn't know what life be like if I couldn't fly." She then pat him on shoulder. "If means anything to you they look beautiful."Before Kyu could answer loud voice could be heard."BITCH!" "My hasn't your mummy ever teacher any manners or not to run around with scissors." "Sorry wasn't much of a mother's girl." Two voice could be heard and one the voice should sound familiar to Pit. Following the voices they would see a girl wielding what look like half of a scissor wearing a very skimpy dress. The other person was Bayonetta a woman that Pit should know. It seem to women were fighting one another. Pit was taken by surprise by the complement. "Oh, thanks." And giving Kyu the warmest and kindest of smiles he said to her, "I also think your wings are super cute."Were sparkles in the margins right now for her? Curse he complete adorableness!!Regardless the moment was interrupted by a loud barrage of verbal confrontation. Insults and snark coming back and forth which caused Pit to quickly see which was the source of all the commotion. To his surprise it appeared to be some black haired girl alongside a familiar sight The Umbra With Bayonetta.While he never got to meet all of the Nintendo and other game heroes when it came to Smash, he had met her. A chill went up his spine as he shivered as memories of Bayonetta's constant teasing as well as just the natural nervousness that an angelic being'd feel at who is basically an Angel Killer which almost made him wish he would have just walked away with Kyu.Regardless, he knew a battle would be brewing if something wasn't done, verbal of course given the nature of the island but still, and so he approached the two ladies hoping to calm them down."Excuse me from bargin in but you seem to be causing a scene here. Can you tell me what happened?" He asked. Though it like the younger of the two women was the only one attacking the other with blunt side of her weapon. Yet she was unable to land a hit as Bayonetta just kept on dodging. When Pit spoke up the younger woman ignore him, but Bayonetta did remember hearing as she shot the girl's weapon out of her hand disarming her for a moment."Well if it isn't the little angel. Here for another spanking or are just in the mood for a little pillow talk?" She made her way towards Pit using one of her guns to raise his head so their eyes meet. "I didn't know you were into that kind of and a sexy bitch like her." "I prefer that you didn't calling me such rude way." This made Kyu jump as Bayonetta glared her down. Pit couldn't help but blush when Bayonetta leaned over and spoke with him. The Witch always used that type of tone that could make any guy feel their body tremble. He was about to respond to Kyu's little tease when she was caught by the rave haired woman Somehow able to see her while invisible like Medusa did."Look, I I don't want any trouble. I just wanted to know what was going on." The angel explained. "Nor did I, but the little one seemed to take offense when I made a remark about her clothing." She paused for as the girl try to strike Bayonetta only for her point her gun behind her and shoot the weapon out her hands again. "It was more of school sailor uniform and less fanservice. But enough about me, what the deal with your friend?""I just helping Pit with the women, Love fairy work stuff.""Oh really, because I do believe I heard talk of wings being beautiful and cute. Sounds to me you're mixing work and pleasure." Kyu turned her head blushing. She didn't make a remark about her wings being cute, but it did seem she was happy about it. "It's not like that." Pit clarified. Trying to help out Kyu here. "She is on the job, after all. And she is...w well...helping me on that." The angel blushes, having revealed that tidbit to someone like Bayonetta."Still, Kyu has also been a pretty good friend." He also explained, but also in his mind he thought:"Wait...w would it be Friends with Benefits, now? I mean...we did do that in the bathroom...better not to dwell on it"He then focused in the matter at hand. Moving to where the other gal was, hoping he wouldn't get stabbed, he tried to calm her down. "Pleasure, fighting here is useless. There's no point to keep swinging that around, you'll just end up hurting yourself. Just calm down so we can talk this, okay?" "Oh really now. By the looks on your faces tells a different story. Well whatever makes you sleep better."Once the other girl reclaim her weapon she was about to strike again only pausing to listen the winged guy. "There's no way in hell I'm letting that bitch get away with what she said about Senketsu!" Yet again she just charged at Bayonetta once again.Bayonetta just sighed as she stopped the ground with one foot. Suddenly the girl would find herself on a wooden horse and tied leaving the girl blushing as it dug into her crotch. "Look I apologise for what said about your clothing. Now if you be kindly calm down I'll let you go."The girl glared at Bayonetta for moment before her clothes changed into into something less revealing. Then the wooden horse and binding vanished. Pit blushes when the girl ws placed upon the wooden horse. Of course Bayonetta'd use such a thing a restrain.However, it seems they finally stopped fighting, and so, as the young gal's clothing shifted into a less revealing fuku uniform, peace finally was achieved."Okay, now that everything is fine. Can someone explain me better in detail?" Asked the angel, before turning to the girl, "How about it, miss...um..." The girl let a huff. "Ryuko Matoi." She replied to Pit as she put away her weapon. She still seemed to look pissed. Once she said her name the Huniebee vibrated as one of the blank profiles was for Ryuko and another one appeared for Bayonetta."I only made a remark on clothing saying she should wear something more cute or sexy." This earn a glared from Ryuko. "I'm just saying you should look your best when you're on vacation. I'll make it up to you darling." Ryuko only let out sigh. "Then it settled. I'll buy the drinks, the three come along."Later the group of women plus Pit gonna to the area where Zone Tan club was. But this time they went into place called The gates of Hell. It was another bar owned by Rodin. "This is quite a group. A witch, a angel, a love fairy, and a school girl wearing living clothing." The large man said as he passed drinks to the group only Ryuko getting a cola."Jeez another person see me." Kyu letting her invisible down make Ryuko jump when pop out of nowhere. Pit was a bit intimidated by the ambience of the bar, as well as how strong and scary Rodin looked. Still, he didn't seem malicious, just with a very cold tone. He lightened up after seeng Kyu all freaked out by her being seen again. "Bayonetta is an Umbra Witch. Given her magical abilities is not surprising she could see you."He turned to face Ryuko to keep her calm, "Don't worry. She is a friend." "Are all the people you know going to be able to see? Seriously this is going to take all the fun out my job." Kyu complained taking sip from her drink."I'm curious as to how someone like Pit end up with a love fairy. From what I've seen of him I wouldn't have thought such a erotic fairy would hang around a boy like him." Bayonetta looked at the two her finger circling around the the rim of her glass."Well he was going to be a one night stand, but let face it his romance sucked. So I made it my job to help the little guy with the women. Pit already has a line up of ladies.""Oh turning the little boy into a man I see." The two women seem to hit it off as they talked to one another."The hell get myself into?" Ryuko mutter to herself. Pit's light up brightly as Kyu just blurted that out. Quickly bringing his hands up and waving them in nervousness he tried to correct, "H hey!! Look, she j just descided to help...it it's pretty normal for someone to just f feel lonely, right?"The fact Bayonetta was smiling and loving every bit of it just made the angel even more embarrassed.As they kept going, he just dug into his drink with a sigh. Turning his attention to Ryuko, "Um, say Ryuko. what's with that blade and the outfit? Seems you just changed how it looked on the fly..." "If I wasn't around you would be moping back at that bar. You needed my help. This bitch needs another drink!"Just like Pit Ryuko kept focused on her drink. Her eyes turned toward Pit when asked about her weapon and Senketsu. "Well it kind hard to explain. Senketsu my clothes is a living thing. With the glove on left let him draw some of my blood which let me transform. As for my blade."Before Ryuko could say more, Rodin had some how gotten hold of her weapon as he examined I. "Look like it of hard life fiber. Seem to be modeled after half a scissor given wear the blade at." He than tossed the weapon back to Ryuko."They were last things I received from my dad before he was kill." "That's harsh..." Pit said, rubbing the back of his head. Hard to really raise the mood from that, he had to admit."But, hey, maybe this is not the time to dwell on to that. You're in this tropical island, you're around good people...for the most part. There's no need to be sulking right now."

['Palutena', 'Kyu']

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Super Fighting Robot; Mega Man! (Matttheman89 & StarMech)

Activating from sleep mode and opening his eyes, the helper robot known as Rock smiled and left his room a room given to him by his mother and creator Dr. Lalinde and walked into the workshop to begin his day. Unlike the rest of his brothers and sisters in the Robot Master line, who had been designed for mostly environmental purposes, Rock had been designed as a laboratory assistant, and while it wasn't as glamorous as the tasks his siblings had been created for, he was happy with his design, for it meant that he got to spend time with Dr. Lalinde and his closest sibling, Roll."Dr. Lalinde? Are you here?" he called as he entered the lab, looking around curiously for any sign of his creator or Roll. Spying some work that needed to be done, he began his tasks for the day, moving this or that, preparing experiments that Dr. Lalinde had for the day, basically doing everything but cleaning, as that was usually a task reserved for Roll. As he worked, his thoughts drifted to his siblings, wondering how they were performing in their allotted tasks. He didn't get to see them often, since their work took them away from the Lab, but whenever they needed some tune ups or repairs and needed to come back to the lab, he often assisted, so he'd gotten to meet them all several times in the past. He admired them.Continuing his work, his thoughts also drifted to Dr. Lalinde the woman responsible for their creation To say he admired her would be an understatement. She was intelligent, kind, compassionate, and beautiful. It made his servos spin just thinking about her, sometimes. He didn't truly understand that excitement he felt, but he knew that he liked it, and was glad that he got to be near her so much."Roll? Where are you?" he called, wondering where his sister was. Moving through the house, Rock was surprised by a sudden strange noise coming from nearby. The reasoning and nature behind it was hard to pinpoint, however, he was quick to track it as possibly coming from the general area of Dr. Lalinde's sleeping quarters.This only prove more true when approaching, as a sudden cried came out from the very same room..."Aahn..."It sounded like the good doctor, but in a way he had never heard. A feeling of worry and curiosity started to grow within his systems The need to go check what was going on. Was Dr. Lalinde in trouble? Was she hurt? And why could he heard the faintest of a buzzing noise...?"Ah..."The door was slightly opened to the side, enough for Rock take a peek without disturbing the doctor. But the moment he'd look inside he'd recieve one hell of a surprise.In her room was Dr. Noele Lalinde, advanced roboticist and researcher A wise and also extremely beautiful dame that had done wonders to the world of robotics with her top research in AI systems and helper robots. However, right now she was not in a scientific endeavour, far from it, but in soemthing much more...intimate...Her labcoat, clothing and undergarments lied folded by a nearby chair while her glasses stood by her nightstand. Lalinde lied on top of her bed, completely naked, arching her head back as a strong moan escaped her lips. Her hand softly caressed across her skin while another held on to the buzzy toy that was currently being pushed inside of her wet folds. The vibrating dildo was then pushed back as another series of gasps were let out...."Ahn...o oh..." Lalinde moaned. Her whole body shivering in delight as she cotinued to pleasure herself. Her free hand reached her round breasts and groped eagerly, while she kept thrusting the dildo and out. Her legs stretche and her back jerked back ever so slightly. Eyes closed, she just continued to ride the waves of pleasure, unaware that someone could be watching."Aahn...oh, T thomas...y yes...ahn...." She kept going, imagining a certain young colleague of her scientific research group simulating the feeling of sex by feverishly pushing the toy in and out her. While Rock wasn't able to deduce the nature of the sounds he suddenly began hearing as he searched the house, he was able to deduce their general location, and so began walking in the direction of Dr. Lalinde's room. The closer he came, however, the more curious the sounds made him. What was going on, he wondered? Was Dr. Lalinde in some kind of trouble? Had she hurt herself? That seemed unlikely, as the Doctor was still relatively young and in good shape for her age, but one never knew what might happen, even in one's own home, so he continued on.Reaching her bedroom door which he could see was slightly ajar he came closer to steal a peak before entering, and was soon glad that he had done so, as to his great surprise, he discovered that the Doctor was pleasuring herself!Laying completely naked on her bed and moaning like a spirit, Dr. Lalinde could be seen pleasuring herself with a vibrating dildo, and Rock's eyes widened in shock as he watched. He'd never seen the good Doctor like this before naked and intimate and to say it had quite the immediate effect on him was an understatement. He could feel his internal temperature rising the longer he watched unable to look away and he began to feel a stiffening within a certain lower part of his body."O Oh...wow...!" he breathed as he observed her writing around in pleasure as she touched herself as well. Her skin looked so silky smooth as her hand slid along it her voice so sweet, her womanhood so wet. It was a fascinating sight.And that sight soon had him touching himself as well, unzipping his pants enough to expose his robotic manhood to give him ease of access. Part of him the logical part knew this was something he shouldn't be doing, but another part of him that he couldn't quite identify had overridden his logic sensors and had taken over, leading him to continue stroking himself...even as he felt some curiosity and a few other emotions at the mention of someone named Thomas. Dr. Lalinde kept on moaning, jerking her head back as a faint trail of saliva scurred down her chin. She ferociously shoved the dildo deeper, hitting hard against her core. Her movements had become wilder, more erratic Such a different side from the kind, motherly and collected person Rock tended to interact.But she was a woman with needs. And with her love Thomas gone and his old friend Wily having desappeared after being found culprit of illegal activities, she could only count on herself to find relief. "Ahhh...ahn...yess..."She felt like she was about to come, but she wanted to make it last. It was completely unlike the Dr. Lalinde that he knew wild, sensual, forceful, she was pleasuring herself so well, that it only turned on Rock more and more, causing him to stroke himself with more and more energy, and he gasped and panted softly as he continued to watch in fascination and arousal. He knew that it could only end badly for him if he were to be caught doing this, but he just couldn't help himself at this point.He wanted needed to see more, so he would watch until the end...assuming no one found him, feeling his cock throb in his hand as he grew closer and closer to coming as well. As he did though, he found himself wondering how he could have missed this part of someone he supposedly knew so well. He had no idea that Dr. Lalinde had these kinds of needs. And now that he did...he also found himself wondering...what if he could satisfy them for her? Dr. Lalinde sped up, moaning more frantically. The dildo pushed in and out like a piston while her other hand kept on groping and groping. "Aaaah...ah...ahhh yes...a almost..."Her actions accelerated more and more until, in a loud cry, she reached her orgasm. Rock could see how a small squirt of juices expelled from her pussy, the rest coating the sex toy entirely....The good doctor panted in exhaustion. "Mmm...that was a good one." She muttered. Rock bit back a soft groan as he watched Dr. Lalinde speeding up, imagining that it was he who was driving in and out of her wet pussy instead of the dildo, that it was he getting to touch her smooth skin, and as she cried out in orgasm, squirting from her womanhood, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened. It was quite the sight seeing the doctor sprawled out like, and he continued stroking himself as she relaxed.But this was a dangerous action, and now that she had finished, the chance of discovery would be rising Rock slowly ceased playing with himself, and regretfully stepped away from the door. It was incredibly difficult not to continue, but he turned and as quickly and as quietly as possible fled the scene and headed back to the lab, intending to act as if he hadn't seen something he'd never forget for the rest of his life cycle.Not that was going to be easy, as even once he returned to the lab, his cheeks remained flushed, his circuitry hot, and his excitement levels were high, keeping him from concentrating. As the young robot continued with his daily routine, althought more troubled, he was met by his sister Roll, who had arrived at the scene. "Hi, Rock!" She said, peppy as always, wearing her fully red dress today as well as her usual green bow that tied her hair in a ponytail."I just finished cleaning the kitchen. Do you need any help getting the lab ready before Dr. Lalinde arrives?" she asked, apparently clueless of what the doctor was staying and doing. With a wet cloth, she started to work on the floors while Rock continued tidying everything up. "I want to leave everything ready forfor her so she doesn't have to worry so much. Today's ehr big interview and she must be awfully nervous..."The way Roll was cleaning under a desk made is so she was on her knees, rear up as she unknowingly was positioning right on Rock's line of sight. Given his already risen excitement, he was unable to not stare at how the end of her dress lifted just enough for him to flance at her white panties and rear. She may have not be as...endowed as Dr. Lalinde or some of the Robot Masters, but she still had a curvy set of hips and a round and plump ass. She unknowingly hummer, her hips swaying just slightly to cause Rock to gulp... Rock turned to meet Roll as she arrived in the lab, trying to put on a happy face despite his troubled thoughts, and nodded his head. "Hi, Roll." he replied, noting that she was looking nice today in her red dress and green hair bow. He tried not to blush as she spoke of the good doctor, and nodded his head again when she asked if she could help him clean up the lab. "S Sure, go ahead..."What would Roll say or think if she knew what Dr. Lalinde was actually doing right now, he wondered? Or what would be her reaction if she knew what he'd done as a result? His cheeks darkened again at the thought...but soon he had something to distract him from such things, as Roll ducked down under a desk, and he couldn't help but stare at what he could see of her ass beneath the hem of her dress. It was a tantalizing sight especially in the condition Rock was in at the moment and he gulped as he felt his circuits heating up again."R Right...the interview..." he said, not really thinking about it, now no longer even able to concentrate on his cleaning tasks. Roll kept on cleaning, unaware that her brother was currently staring. More lewd thoughts continued to manifest within Rock, eventually generating projections and simulations within his systems "Fantasies" if you could call them...He imagined moving behind Roll, surprising her by placing his hands on her hips. The image of him pounding away at her as she loudly moaned filled the data of his mind and fuelled more into his already hard erection.But he couldn't do that!? He was designed as his sister, and besides, that'd be wrong of him...r right?"Heeey!! So there you are!!"A female voice caused the young robot lad to snap back into reality. It wasn't Dr. Lalinde's voice, yet still someone who he knows. At the door of the lab stood three figures: Three of the Robot Masters originall designed by Dr. Light who after his passing, Dr. Lalinde had completed and finished.One was a very tall and muscular robot woman, of long, yet slighty spiky in the end black hair. She had white headpiece on her ears and a shiny Met hard hat as well as wearing a black skinuit with armor plating with bright red shoulderpads, as well as yellow sleeves and big gauntlets and red boots. This was Guts Woman, created by heavy lifting and construction work Her main ability was her incredible strength."Sorry for barging in, but I imagined the doctor wouldn't have an issue with us coming here for a recharge." Said another woman smugly. Shorter than Guts, but then again who wasn't. A yellow and black mask and helmet fusion stood on her head, opened on the back to let her long blonde hair ponytail out. She wore a slim set of yellow and black armor, alongside a red skinsuit underneath. This was Elect Woman Her ability to conduct and generate electricity made her perfect for managing power plants as well as being a general great security robot. "Besides, cant one of Dr. Lalinde's greatest Robot Masters not come visit her family every now and then?"The third Robot Master simply rolled her eyes. "Now, dear sister. No need for your shocking ego to melt in our visit. We all wanted to see the professor as well as our robot brethren. We all need to get fired up for the press conference..." The man had a helmet shaped like a torch, with some flames spewing out of it , wearing a grey and red armor set and two big cannons on each arms, with his hands resting underneath each. This was Fire Man A Robot Master with the ability to spew hot flames that could melt and get rid of waste in a matter of seconds."I'm so glad you're here!" Said Roll happily. Stopping her work to run to the Robot Masters, even giving Guts Woman a soft hug. Breathing a sigh of relief as someone snapped him out of the virtual fantasies his systems had been running in his head, Rock turned away from Roll's alluring backside and smiled to see three familiar figures three of his Robot Master siblings and approached them as Roll gave Guts Woman a hug inadvertently imagining himself getting a nice, soft hug from his sister as well. "Hi, everyone! Long time, no see!"The three had apparently come all this way to see Dr. Lalinde on the day of the big press conference although Elect Woman had a funny way of showing it and Rock began preparing the equipment in the lab that they would need to run diagnostics and handle any repairs or recharges that the three might need. As he did though, he couldn't help but glance at the three girls in the room every so often, finding himself appreciating their forms more and more than he might have in the past."Are you alright, Rock? My scans indicate that you're running a bit hotter than usual today." Fire Man suddenly asked, his abilities more sensitive to that sort of thing than most."Y Yes! I'm fine! I'm just...excited for Dr. Lalinde's big day, that's all!" Rock replied quickly, trying not to let his cheeks turn red at the thought of Dr. Lalinde and the rest of the attractive women he was surrounded by. As soon as he was alone, he was going to have to run some self diagnostics to try and determine how to fix this. "Ah, I things are going well?"Dr. Lalinde finally arrived, properly dressed in her laboratory grabs. Everyone waved to the good doctor as she approached them, of course the memories of how she was before continued to play inside Rock's mind. It was hard to ignore and forget her wild moans and the way her naked body turned in delight.However, her voice was quick to bring him back into reality. "Rock, could be a dear and Prepare the special tuning equipment for Fire Man? I'm about to give Elec Woman a quick tune up." She then turned to the electric Robot Master, "you may need to remove the top armor, Elec."the robotic gal simple chuckled and smirked before glancing atRock."MAybe Rock here wants to stay and watch? Hahaha!" She teased. Despite his nerves and bothersome thoughts and images playing out through his mind, Rock couldn't help but smile a little as Dr. Lalinde arrived now fully clothed and took charge of the situation. It was actually a helpful distraction from the memories of the good doctor pleasuring herself so erotically, so he nodded his head quickly as she gave him a task to help with the rest of the Robot Masters, and moved to ready the equipment needed for Fire Man. "Yes, Dr. Lalinde." he replied, happy to have something to do to keep his thoughts occupied.At least...he was occupied until Elec Woman decided to tease him, and his cheeks turned red again at the thought of her without a top on. Elec Woman may have had a lousy attitude sometimes, but there was no denying that she was built quite attractively, so Rock couldn't help but imagine what she might look like. "N No, that's ok! I I've got work to do!" he replied quickly, practically rushing out to find the tuning equipment, more than a little embarrassed...which was probably exactly what Elec Woman wanted.

['Lalinde']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/92975/

Fandompop: Harem Building on Paradise Island (Potter and Utsuho)

Michael wasn't sure how he had gotten summoned to such a paradise. He was an average guy, with short brown hair and hazel eyes behind a pair of glasses and slightly tanned skin. He was wearing a open flora dress shirt that revealed his somewhat toned chest and a pair of blue swimming trunks. He was sitting at a bar, drinking a scotch on the rocks. He was surrounded by beautiful girls, all from various different fictional universal. He recognized quite a few of them, but he didn't have the balls and courage to go up to talk to any of them."Am I the only guy here....what, the hell am I suppose to do..." He muttered to himself, taking a large swig of his drink, hoping the buzz would help calm his nerves and figure out what to do. He wanted to at least talk to some of these beautiful girls but he just wasn't sure how to start or approach one of them. Taking the chair next Michael was a brown hair woman in a red dress. "Bartender get me a Mojito." This was Kyu and she had her eyes set on Michael. She took a sip of her drink as a bit of spilled on her breast. Using her finger Kyu scooped up liquid and licked it off, then she started to suck on her finger.She turn her sight on Michael as she pulled her finger out. "Hey there cutie. The name Kyu." Michael watched as Kyu sat down next to him, his eyes locked onto her beautiful form, especially as her drink spilled onto her breasts and she began to suck on her fingers. He could tell his cheeks were likely tinted red as he licked his lips and steeled up some courage to talk back to her."I'm Michael. I've got to say, you're pretty sexy, Kyu." Michael did his best to appear calm and composed and smooth. He did work in retail after all, so he was used to flattering people. He just hoped he wasn't coming across as too awkward.

['Kyu']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/92977/

Yokai Acadamy (Wiki234 x Arclight1988)

The bus ride had been quiet not to man people seemed to take it as he stepped off the driver spoke seeming a friendly sort, "Watch yourself the school is a dangerous place."Sethhated the idea of being around so many people for a year preferring his private studies though his father's words followed him,"There are some things you just can not learn on your own, stop acting like a child you are going!" So it was, that now he had to spend a year at a school with no real reason to do so as he saw it. The pumpkin scarecrow caused him a pause thinking it seemed a bit much before he walked toward the path if nothing else he could get this over with. It seemed so quiet on the main path guessing most students did not take the bus from the human world it was not such a bother. Though, as he got closer to the school it then became clear such peace was not going to go far. The students were gathering he could see which were old friends meeting for the first day, and who was new to the school trying to either not be noticed or reunited with friends from before high school.Seth walked quietly looking before the school that was to be his home for the semester it seemed like a nice place with all the mostly human looking people it was even refreshing to not be what he had first expected. He plucked at his uniform trying to make it sit more naturally on him something he doubted he could do anytime soon. The sound pulling him out of his own thoughts was that of a winy voice, "Give that back!" It appeared as though a larger man was holding the backpack of a smaller student teasing him. Seth waited a moment looking around seeing no one getting involved shook his head as he moved over to them. The smaller man jumped up to grab his backpack as the larger man pulled it back out of reach, "Come on I left my supplies at home I will just be borrowing them." The larger man chuckled before he noticed the interloper. Seth smiled as he waved, "You know if you need a few things to get through..."The larger man dropped the bag now turned to the new target looking angry that the new person getting involved. "If you do not want to get hurt little man you should leave." Seth had to admit it was a bit intimidating the man was a head taller as well as a bit wider than even he was which should have made him back away. Seth motioned the other person to head off seeming calm as he was being stared down, "I was only offering to help, my name is Seth!" He faked a smile brushing his hand through his medium length hair to brush it from his face his green eyes peering at the man who looked ready to swing any moment now something Seth was ready for. Yuma sighed, arriving a bit later from the students as she wasn t one to be early much especially not helping that she was strong physically but most of the time she was lazy to really do much of anything or hating the hard work she needed to put into the school. Soon the ground started to shake a bit around the school as a huge shadowy form started to approach a few hundred feet away from the school before quickly darting away behind a small cluster of trees as a reptilian like girl with a plain white uniform and a blue skirt, dark scale skin and armored feet plates around her arms and legs as well as her tails and horns added to the rather cute and odd appearance of the girl.As most people looked or others ignored she stepped up through the crowd before turning to the other small group around a circle of a few students, pushing her way through and of course seeing it was one of the students being a bully as she stepped up. jeez...people like you annoy me so, so much...I m glad that I get to do this... dragging a foot behind her and leaning back a bit before sprinting toward him and using her armored right arm to basically charge into him and knock him back a few distance as she opened her hands showing off rather massive and sharp claws. if your so tough then you should teach me a lesson... before taking the same stance and jumping up over the large boy, using her speed and strength to sweep him off his feet in one quick motion as well as push him back and into the ground a good few feet. class should be starting soon and I wasted some of my energy.... giving a sigh as she turned to look at Seth for a moment before turning to walk inside.Monster form Seth widened his eyes as he turned to see her rush past him into the other man who was not near strong enough to stand before such an onslaught knowing he could do something in his other form however stopping her rush as he was would only end in damage to the school which he did not want. "You know he was not worth all that right?" He moved to block her path his brow furrowed at the way she was just going to leave him there, "Don't you think you should be taking him to the nurse?" It was the right thing to do just because the guy was a bully did not mean he needed to be treated so harshly he had not even really done anything yet.He would block her path as long as he could or until she did the right thing not sure why no one was getting a teacher for her violence this was going to be different than he thought at least he could do this small thing before going to class being a bit late to help another student would not be too bad. The other students started to head to class so they would not stand out as being tardy. Seth did not want to admit he did not know where the nurses office was so he needed someone to show him where it was making her the only real candidate. Though he felt nervous staring her down as he was almost expecting her to try to attack him just the same though he was ready for that not about to back down to her any sooner than the other man. Stopping before the door she crossed her arms, he got what he deserved, and besides I don t trust or can t even help him up if I could and my other form wouldn t be any better...I have important things to do already... turning toward the other door next to it and pushing it in before the girl walked keeping that blank expression mostly as she really didn t have many classes especially taking in the title not many knew of one of the more aggressive members of the disciplinary committee at school handling fights such as these in a similiar manner as her most of the time but mostly behind the scenes keeping the human and monster student population safe and under control at least.Walking into the school and stretched Yuma checked her phone for a moment before going for her locker and eventually to class as she was still technically a part of the student body itself but being more vigilant of things going on of course almost like an undercover detective when she usually didn t have to go to some meeting or visiting the others after school. "I do..." Seth watched her walk away letting out a sigh as he just stopped his sentence as she walked away from him, "I do not know where the nurses office is..." He spoke to the air shaking his head as he moved back to the fool who seemed groggy even now he picked the man up forcing his arm over his shoulder knowing he was risking the man hurting him if he woke up. Though he started forward stopping once in a while to ask where the nurse office was taking him a good deal longer than he wanted it too knowing he was well late for class now as he rushed up to the room asking where to go when he had to before he knocked softly waiting for the affirmative to enter."I am sorry, I know it is bad to be late my first day I got lost..." It was not really a lie he had gotten lost a few times before finally finding the nurses office he walked to the front of the class turning to face his fellow class mates, "Hello, My name is Seth pleased to meet you all..." He then gave a slight bow before walking to the only empty seat watching as the teacher explained the school rules of staying in human form as well as not revealing what kind of monster you were which was a fine idea to him he was not very fond of his monster form being like this was much more pleasant. Luckily though it was one of those more boring days at least for the council that she didn t really have to do anything than being able to really just go to her normal classes at least, sitting in the class as she didn t really pay attention to who was there and not listening much to the introductions before it was actually her turn.Standing up, Yuma have a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and calmly introducing herself as well as obviously mentioning her higher position of being in the disciplinary squad of the school as well before sitting down and leaning back, seeing as she couldn t take a completelay human form as it was mostly half of both. Seth made a strangled sound when he heard her position though felt color come to his face he looked forward telling himself to just not get involved with her, she seemed a dangerous sort. He did take it as good news with someone strong like her who would dare start any real trouble here.Despite his thoughts on avoiding her his eyes slid to her form wondering what it must be like to not be able to fully fit in guessing her strength like his was to massive to hide by oneself his seals allowed for his entirely human look after all. His disinterest in class was apparent enough that the teacher asked him to explain something he had just spoke to which he answered with ease to the teachers shock sitting back down.When the bell went off he gathered his stuff darting out of class figuring it would be best to skip his next class for some fresh air heading to the roof of the school letting out a sigh as he sat with his back to the wall staring up at the sky. With class finally ending, she walked deciding for the moment to check on the empty looking classroom and peering inside through the window inside, being that of course there wouldn t be anything for the committee she needed to do just making sure as she turned to go off to her next class not really thinking about anything too much than the awkwardness that was this morning. Jinhad sent out to all the members of staff to meet at lunch as a teacher had brought up two concerns with him that had to be addressed as one of their responsibilities as the disciplinary committee so he set his food down in the meeting room having dragged two others with him to make sure everyone could get there in time."Got my lunch Jin, now answer me are you some kind of lion maybe?"Nathan smirked liking to bother his friend knowing he hated when people assumed to much of his monster identity setting his food down on the table next to him as he knew the rest should show up soon.Alstarestepped in without a sound as he moved to his corner his only lunch an apple while he pulled a book up to his face blocking his sight to the others seemingly content in his own little world.Jin flicked a little bit of food at Nathan ignoring the comment, "When everyone shows up I will let everyone know what is going on." Soon class ended for her finally before deciding then but also finding out anyway that there was an odd but also mostly random announcement that today there actually was a meeting before finally heading in as she sat down at a seat. you really need to be damn better about telling me about this... crossing her arms and being a bit annoyed before leaning back and waiting finally which didn t help that at time and also seen this morning that her temper would be easy to build up with her agressiveness but not being at least too bad when she was just mostly annoyed then. Jin nodded his head toward Yuma, "Yeah sorry about that, this was all things that have happened today I did not have any advanced notice either..." He did not like the rushed nature of this, but while there were a few minor things one was quite disturbing. Taking his notebook he flipped it to the page where he wrote down the issues, as well as the little bit of information he had about it all.Nathan paused getting more serious at the way Jin spoke it did not seem to be a good time to mess with him so he started eating glancing over to the notes keeping a passive look knowing that it would not end well for him if he pushed something he saw.Alstare sat up a little more closing his book, and took his tinted glasses from his pocket placing them on as he turned to look at the rest more interested if something was actually happening at the school.Jin sighed as he spoke more to give something to pass some time, "There is a new student that skipped all, but one of his morning classes someone needs to talk to him after the meeting. We can not have students just skipping classes." and why would you think I would probably be someone to do that? I would probably be more annoyed at him at skipping classes like that and probably not much in the normal talky way as she was more infamous at getting her hands dirty more often than the other members. I m not gonna go extreme like that but still... leaning back and putting her clawed feet on the table with hands behind her head feeling lazy. Jin looked to her, "Quite frankly because you are the only one with the strength to fight with him if he decides to do so!" He flipped the page as he read over his notes, "There is at least S class energy coming from the roof where he was last seen. It is ramping up then dying out so far no one has headed up there. Feel free to take someone with you if you are worried you can not handle it."Nathan laughed a little, "I doubt he is worth all that he seemed fairly meek this morning, he stood up to some idiot yet he did not do anything before Yuma stepped in."Jin gave Nathan a silencing look as he turned his gaze back to Yuma, "Also a student complained about you getting violent when the situation appeared defused." The tone of his voice he saw that as an idiotic statement as he knew the other student involved, but a teacher had brought it to his attention. "Please dial it back a little before you put someone in the hospital next time." yeah I doubt it s really worth it though for violence at least physical so you go talk to him... sticking her tongue out. you call that defused when I told him to stop and then he threatens to attack me? I don t back down from a challenge especially from a big stupid idiot who couldn t even handle a mostly basic and predictable attack. Pshhh big bad monster my ass people like him don t deserve much pity for their actions like that.... rolling her eyes crossing her arms now. so besides that is there anything not boring to do? Jin sighed seeming to expect her response as he shrugged, "As long as all goes well with the new student there has been a odd occurrence starting from the schools hospital a little past the first class. The student vanished this morning, then a strange energy has been popping up in different places of the school so far we do not have a lot of info."Alstare turned his head his voice had a strange draw to it that made it difficult to not make him the center of attention, "Continue Jin!" He moved to sit up fully always able to see when there is more to something even when unsaid.Nathan pulled his attention away, and focused on Jin, "You think the staff is hiding something..."Jin shot Nathan a withering look, "I do not know, I just wrote that because I am not sure." then I ll just the violent one and probably use force and beat it out of them if I have to even... laughing at the joke of course as it wasn t hard they would say no ninety percent of the time to almost all her actions at least. I can look around by air then as a scout or something outside if you need... shrugging as she already felt like doing something already before sitting up and leaning forward a bit wondering what to do then. Alstare moved behind Yuma placing his hand on her shoulder speaking low, "Stop talking like that, one day you may be put before something you can't just beat up..." He put his hand up to the rest, "I'll take care of the new kid." Turning around he left the room not bothering to wait for any dismissal.Jin sighed as he looked to Yuma, and Nathan, "Please just be careful... I have passed what I needed to feel free to do as you please." Moving back to his food he seemed a little deflated he had never been great at leading so he did the best he could.Nathan looked over to Yuma, for a moment before shrugging, "Think snake boy likes lizard girl?" He chuckled lightly at his own teasing while he ate.Jin shook his head, "You know Al, is not a snake... Yuma is not a lizard, and I am not a cat idiot." The girl just shrugged, jeez fine... turning to already see him leave as she gave a sigh wondering what to do then seeing as it was just something to watch than really do anything about so soon at least until Nathan decided to make a dumb comment. jeez and this is why you annoy me sometimes... rushing over to pick Nathan up by the collar and lift him up before shaking him, how dare you!! Before dropping him back at the seat always coming off as annoyed with his comments before she left herself. Nathan was only mildly surprised by being lifted letting her shake him his smirk not leaving his face, "Sometimes? I rather like annoying people all the time thanks!" He came down hard on the seat with a grunt though did not push his luck with her further.Jin looked over to him, "Shut up, and eat your food your going to far..."Seth had fallen asleep shortly after going to the roof with his head against the main stairway next to the door. The sweat on his brow as well as the way he was breathing made it look like he had been fighting this whole time instead of sleeping his energy flowing out of him leaving a small aura around him the other students were giving a wide birth even under the floor he was on.Alstare did not move quickly though he started in the direction of the roof knowing if he needed help calling someone would be easy though from what he heard that was not a problem his gifts allowed him the luxury to not be scared of those who even were more powerful than he was. "What are your plans Yuma?" plans for what? Do you need want me there or something, got no plans for anything.... hating when people were dumb not to be specific enough for that, crossing her arms in a really? expression as she wondered what he of course meant by that. jeez well if you don t need me then bye.... starting to walk off. "I was just being friendly Yuma, I guess you do not care to have friends?" Alstare spoke in a friendly manner, but he did not press the issue as he headed toward the roof she was always so hot headed it was hard to try to connect with her properly not knowing what to say without setting her off. "It's not that we 'need' you around we 'want' you around..." He brushed his hair behind his head moving into the stairwell. At least she was still in range for a moment to hear that, what I just hate people asking questions that aren t specific enough, I didnt say anything about hating you for that just annoyed so I shouldnt mostly be that hard. Replying before she completely left herself. Yuma sighed wondering if they were really dumb enough to think she was that aggressive all the time at least. Alstare hoped he had not been to harsh with his words, but she was devolving a reputation one easy to gain by tossing a bully on his ass so easily. He would set things right later he supposed she preferred directness he would remember that. Though upon arriving to the roof he chucked at the sight of the new kid just resting he had simply fallen asleep something so simple it would not be so bad despite the energy he felt coming from the young man. Leaning down he pressed two fingers to the other students shoulder, "Hey, you are missing out on classes."Seth snapped out of his slumber his body shooting forward as he picked up the other man by the throat holding him off the ground his arm locking in place as did the rest of his body. Seth wanted to speak, move or anything his body locked in the state as he had just woken up.Alstare felt his glasses hit the ground as he stared at the new student his gaze doing what he needed. The look of rage, and downright murderous intent was clear in the locked appearance of the other student. "Well that was a bit scary..." He pulled himself from the other's grasp keeping his eyes on him as he reached down picking up his glasses before noticing the other student was not idle.Seth felt his powers still worked fine the three red crystals at the end of his shadowed tendrils pointed at the strange character he could not react internally yet external abilities were not locked by the effect. The threat was clear despite being unable to move, though he also did not know if fighting would do anything with his current situation."Well look at that..." Alstare looked away from Seth allowing him to move again as he placed his glasses on making it look like he was in control.Feeling his body back in control he pulled back the crystals vanishing as he stood up looking a bit ashamed by his sudden outburst. "I am really sorry." As things mostly had worked out with now that she had free time, Yuma soon stepped back outside with a stretch looking around very much liking the heat more in general besides being a reptilian species of course with wing stretched out before getting a running start and shooting up to the air with an almost loud sonic boom with how fast she started ran before pulling herself up from the ground. She soon spotted the two on the roof before hovering and crossing her arms just watching then. Alstare looked a bit shocked by the action as he looked closer at the new student seeing the market change in his features softening looking ashamed by his actions, "Not to press my luck here, but why did you not actually hit me..."Seth winced a bit at the question shaking his head slightly, "It is not right to attack someone who poses no threat." Moving to stand straighter he looked uncomfortable being watched like this the student seemed to have some authority by the way he spoke."Not a threat..." He paused feeling a little offended by the comment before laughing softly shaking it off, "Well I am one of the senior members of the Disciplinary Committee, Skipping class will not be tolerated." He put forth his hand his smile seemed genuine as he add, "Alstare pleasure to meet you."Seth put his hand out more out of politeness than desire to greet the other student, "Transfer student, Seth, pleasure Alstare" He nodded his head slightly moving from leg to leg waiting for his moment to leave. really....and you call me aggressive as hell for attacking someone who actually was a threat or someone else that said that.... not remembering as she shrugged finally revealing that she was watching a little off. well anyway...I hope this doesn t really happen again you know..I m gone then... suddenly falling back before disappearing back into the building. Seth moved to block her path, but found he was too slow, "Is she always like That! She did it this morning to, and I just wanted to know where the nurses office was!" Frustrated he turned to Alstare.Alstare looked surprised, "So you were at the nurses office this morning then?" He looked a little more interested in this small bit of information.Looking skeptical Seth spoke calmly, "Yeah, the bully she knocked out this morning I could not just leave him there." It was clear the sudden subject change was off putting for him though he waited to see.Alstare nodded his head thinking that put him as the last person to have seen the other student before his appearance, "Get to class, can't have you late again." With that he moved leaving Seth alone.Having no argument other than wanting to know the sudden tone shift he dropped it heading off to class not wanting or needing any more trouble at this moment. With that Yuma just headed to her own class then, not really having any plans after school like always to really do anything than go home or even on some days just to go around randomly around the town for a bit nothing mostly unusual besides when she was the mostly only thing that was scary enough to be seen flying around the place. As class soon began and ended, the girl had slowly left as usual hoping that there wasn t anything to do or deal with beside the mostly usual stop to her own locker. Nathan was leaning on her locker waiting for her clearly looking more serious than usual which of course for him meant he was there to pass on orders not wanting it to come off as he liked to tease. When he saw her he put up a hand, "Hey Yuma, hope your day went well so far."Seth seeing as the day was over dropped his stuff in his locker not bothering to take anything with him he moved to avoid the large crowds of the students leaving he headed off to move into the local forested areas around the school. Finally heading to her locker, she turned to the voice, leaning a bit as Yuma looked at him. nothing, boring as always, what do you even need then...does the big boy want something from me or what... closing her locker after a moment of finishing what she was doing and standing there waiting for him. Nathan nodded his head at her statement, "Ya Jin is held up with one of the teachers, and sent me to tell you to keep an eye on the new guy for a while." He put up his hand to indicate there was some more, "He said this is not an ask he needs you to do it for the committee!" This was a rare occurrence Jin rarely gave out actual orders though Nathan continued, "Al also said be careful something is not right about that guy Seth. He would not go more into it, but it is usually best not to question him on these things he tends to pick up on these things." Having said what was needed he seemed to relax a small smirk returning to his face, "I think I am supposed to make sure the grass is growing or something I am never trusted with these important things..." jeez what makes him think I m trustworthy enough to do that, besides probably the obvious or something though guess kinda see why anyway. won t it be only for today or what, why the hell would he try to expect me to watch him for longer than that... giving a sigh with crossed arms as she stood up straight. Nathan looked around making sure no one else was really around before he lowered his voice a bit, "Alstare is worried he did something to the guy from this morning, Jin says until that is sorted he needs to be watched." With that he shrugged, "I am off to the hospital, gonna take a poke around someone shook me up real good earlier my head might be a bit loose. Do be careful!" Nathan started away from her off to do the checks he was good for.Seth enjoyed the peace of the forest preferring to spend his time alone having done well to avoid most the students for the day at school other than the few incidents he found himself in. He figured it would be best to keep a low profile for now knowing it was bad enough he had somehow ended up dealing with two members of the disciplinary committee a group that he figured best to avoid if he did not want to have an interesting year at this school. jeez I doubt dummy....until I see it or something... giving a sigh before walking out with a stretch, before bending a bit forward with a roar and running straight so she s could slowly start to move up through the air and fly already seeing she was mostly high and could see everything. Crossing her arms and looking around she did oddly see a figure still close to the school from a distance, deciding to go over there but hopefully not to close to noticed mostly as she wondered what to do then. Seth had found a small clearing setting his bag down next to him he turned around resting his back on the tree looking off into the scene before him. Feeling alone he relaxed as a pitch black crystal the size of a palm appeared before him seeming to pull the light from the air around him, "Oh it's you..." He said it calmly as he let his shoulders slouch staring at the crystal, "No it is not like that." It was connected to his chest by a translucent shadowy tendril though he seemed to flinch back when it moved closer, and only relaxing when it retreated from him.Soon a second crystal appeared a pale blue smaller crystal that seemed to grab Seth's attention differently, "Well I suppose yeah, I met two students today. One I hope I did not offend to much Basilisks are strange." The blue crystal moved closer to him as he puffed up his cheeks, "No it's not like that! I did not mean to analyze him..." He turned his head at the blue stone seeming to forget the other one for a moment, "The other one, she seemed like something else she was so decisive though she did not seem interested in talking at all." He shrugged as if he could take it or leave it as he seemed to just look from crystal to crystal as if they were speaking though if they spoke only he could hear it. The girl could see the shadow under the tree before seeing a blue crystal and something else that was black that she could really see much at all, but seeing that she already found him though as she wondered either to get a little closer or watch, though deciding to just leave as she felt lazy and would rather do the watching when they had to be in school than now being that school was over of course as she turned to fly off then.

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Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

Aimi Hyugawas waiting in a quiet and relatively private booth at her favorite restaurant in Konohagakure, Ichiraku Ramen. Serving portions were very generous all for a very good price. The place always had business no matter what time of day she came in for a meal, she never saw the place empty. There were always happy people in here. Happy families, happy couples, or just folk coming in on their own. There was just something about coming here that just made a being happy. As for Aimi, she was here after a successful mission, she always came here after a successful mission to celebrate. Well, even when the mission didn't go so well, she came here anyway to drown her frustrations and sorrows. And right now, Aimi was peeping on the chefs in the kitchen using her Byakugan. Seemed a waste of chakra, but it allowed her to learn how to cook. She did it with every restaurant she went to. Watching their movements fascinated her to no end. How they carefully chopped the vegetables. Measured the water. Got the broth started. Because of her constant peeping, she was a very good cook on her own. She was also waiting on Ichiraku's largest bowl of miso pork ramen. If she was hungry enough later on, she'd order a second bowl. She could eat this stuff for days and never get bored with what they had to offer. In the Hyuga clan, she was hailed as the Neji of her generation, meaning that she was the genius of her generation, having figured out how to apply a nature transformation to the hiden jutsus that the Hyuga possessed. It took years and years of constant refinement to get everything right, but the end results were worth it. Not that the clan techniques needed any refining, she always wanted to see what would happen if they had an extra bite to them, so to say. The era they all lived in was a nice one, clans were blossoming with so many children now. The Uchiha were coming back to life. The Uzumaki, which Lord Seventh belonged to, were blossoming nicely. So many clans once thought dead were coming back. Bloodlines were restored. Entering the Ramen Shop, Habiki Uchiha explored and experienced Ichiraku for the first time in his young adult life. Being a tall, brooding andbroad shouldered manat the age of 18, Habiki has proven to be more of an asset than a Ninja at his age should be. His access to Earth and Fire release techniques of advanced levels, Genjutsu and a depth of knowledge countering it, Immaculate transformation into a true Bat Sage with his blood marking the summoning contract for these extremely useful utility summons, and both higher forms of the Sharingan paired with what seems to be an affinity for Nature chakra lends this ninja to a presence that transcends traditional rankings. It doesn't matter how powerful his opponent is. Habiki posses a mixture of raw offensive power, durability, speed, wit and a pragmatic personality that makes him a violent threat for any shinobi. If let loose on an enemy village, the type of destructive force that lay at the finger tips of this black and red haired onyx eyed young man would be awe inspiring. And yet here he was, so casually. His smile and pale skin alludes to a lazy and happy boy that avoids the sun, but his muscular structure was hard evidence of hard work and perhaps superior genes. The way his eyes took in the restaurant would lead almost any self conscious person to shrivel beneath his gaze as though being caught as his target could simply die of anxiety. Yet, despite his dark clothes and wicked eyes, he seemed Jolly... almost. Gleeful.His black shirt appeared lavish in fabric and as though it'd smell of freshness incarnate, and the same could be said for his red and black pants that were riddled with zippers all over despite not immediately appearing to have anything within the seemingly countless pockets. His feet within the traditional shinobi footwear did appear to be just as clean as the rest of his imposing appearance. The spot on the back of his black shirt, just beneath the collar and inches down from his neck had a stitched white steel like emblem of the Leaf Village and the skin beneath this emblem within his shirt had a fully colored tattoo of the Uchiha clan's crest. Other Ninja considered it disrespectful that he didn't wear the headband, but sometimes rules would buckle beneath the presence of the Uchiha Prince. His eyes alone being enough to rock the boots of those even remotely perceptive. And these very same eyes caught Aimi Hyuga. "Ai..." He whispered under his breath as he narrowed his eyes and his lips sharpened into a smile of intent. Not referring to her properly as she was practically socially a stranger to him, alone could be considered rude. No honorific and even shortening her name into a nickname of endearment could be considered beyond rude. Yet, he didn't say it loud enough to be heard.Impulsiveness didn't normally rule the actions of the Crimson and Black attired ninja who spelled death with his mind and abilities woven intentionally for murder. And yet, with this girl he just couldn't stop thinking about, it was all he could do to not fall from grace and engage in full on stalkerish antics. He knew her scent, her name, and even that he could find her here at this time. He couldn't think clearly, even his heart fluttered and ability to dominate the chakra around him that free flowed and enabled his rather unique sage mode was slipping from his grasp and altering the sharpness of his eyes and almost a tip to his eyes. If he opened his mouth, the slightest bit of fangs could be seen growing. He delighted in this sensation, and made no attempt to rob himself of even another moment contemplating what he should do. He walked across the room like a tiger enclosing on his delicious, delicate prey. And before he knew it, he was slipping into the booth and even on the same side that she sat, blocking her way out should she desire to escape the madly handsome and infamous prince of a bloodline she did not belong to. "I'm going to borrow your time, Aimi chan." His deep voice matched the aesthetic that surrounded him. Bold, and far divided from the other men around their age. Almost inhuman, it would seem. "Returning from your mission... I imagine you've got some recovery time to spare. Yes?" He mused, and perhaps revealed some of his thought process to the woman who he's only been able to speak to with his eyes and body language in the years he's spent as her peer within the village. Aimi heard the jingle of the shop's bell ring as the door opened. Either someone came in or someone came out. Without moving her head, her Byakugan allowed her to see in a near 360 degree field of vision. What she saw was that someone came in. Not just someone, but a certain someone from the Uchiha clan. Habiki Uchiha. All the girls in their age group wanted to marry him, much less date him. Good looks? Certainly. Wealth? Definitely. The prestige that came with marrying into one of the noble clans of Konohagakure? For sure. It seemed so ridiculous to want somebody just for that, but then again, some people could be some shallow bastards. Subconsciously, she readjusted her forehead protector and straightened her raven hair. But with her Byakugan, she saw something most interesting inside Habiki. His heart rate was rising. Something excited him. His brain seemed to light up like a Christmas tree. His chakra points seemed to shine brightly like tiny little stars.She was wearing the traditional uniform of a Konohagakure kunoichi, there was nothing special about her. After this, she was going to go pick up a more heavy duty uniform from one of the weapons masters in town, but... That could be done tomorrow. Something about this handsome bastard was grabbing her attention. Her chakra levels began to fluctuate in her excitement. She couldn't allow it to fluctuate too much. She just had one more month before the Reserve Seal formed on her noggin. She couldn't afford to lose sight of her goal now and get distracted. Sakura and Tsunade were excellent teachers. She had excellent chakra control, she was the pride of her clan for a reason. Going against normal clan teachings, she taught what she knew to the branch members, and for sharing knowledge with them, the branch family loved her. Knowledge, she reasoned, should not be kept to anyone in particular. Knowledge was meant to be shared.Concentrating as she was, her control slipped a little, her eyes changing from a normal Byakugan appearance to that of a snake. Fangs began to show too. She usually showed Sage Mode when in battle. That or to amuse and educate small children in the village. Kids loved that sort of thing for whatever odd reason. But still, she was more than happy to teach. Maybe when she was done with being an active duty ninja, she'd go teach at the academy. The greatest pleasure to her came from teaching. Though, another pleasure came creeping towards her and sat directly next to her. Her heart rate suddenly sky rocketed, sending a flush of color into her creamy cheeks. She spoke, her Ss were rolling even as she tried to suppress it,"Yessss, I mosssst cccccertainly do have time to ssssspare, Habiki ssssenpai." She wondered what he wanted. Normally, he kept to himself, she never saw him engage with people outside the Uchiha clan. It was true. Habiki didn't converse with members outside of his bolstered clan. Those that weren't around during the time of Itachi's assassination of their clan surrounded Habiki now in the renewed Uchiha compound. What was once a place of prejudice that segregated his clan from Konoha in the time of the Second Hokage was now a blooming area of success and wealth and beauty. Despite being a member of the Uchiha clan himself, Sasuke wasn't included in Habiki's exclusive list of those he relied on and spoke to. And as the rest of his clan came around to accepting the man just as Lord Seventh has and would wish Habiki did as well, he couldn't stomach the concept. In respect to peace, at least within the walls of the village, Habiki didn't speak of his feelings regarding that man. They would be considered treason under the Hokage he knew now, and he didn't need Sharingan or his education as a ninja to discern that. All around, Habiki didn't eat out at all. His meals were prepared for him by the admirers of his that were within his bloodline and those who were loyalists to the Uchiha clan. Poison wasn't a concept that Habiki chose to completely ignore and his actions would demonstrate a careful consideration of that sort of substance.And here he was, sitting beside a Kunoichi that was certainly no push over among Konoha's Shinobi herself. In fact, if there was an assassin hand chosen to plunge a Kunai into his heart, it'd be almost perfect to select this Hyuga woman for the job. She wasn't a slouch and her offensive presence was aligned well enough to guide her hand past his defensive options. Sage Jutsu wasn't necessarily as rare as it was in Naruto's time, but in the whole village it was probably her eyes and bond to snakes that threatened to peel back his own instincts and deliver the killing blow. It was poetic, at least in his heart and soul. To be drawn to the weapon that could so easily be turned on him should the opportunity and circumstances require it. Luckily for Konoha, it was in Habiki's best interest to continue and build on the good will of Lord Seventh and promote this peace. A strong village provides the best environment for him to raise his offspring.The color of her cheeks, her eyes on him and her scent paired with the way this all affected her speech aroused him unlike any aphrodisiac ever could. It didn't help that he was a sheer lion of a man sitting beside her comparably house cat size. He was nearly two heads taller and much broader and his aura was drenched in almost demonic desire. It melted off the decorative black details around his evil eyes, he wanted her in ways that if described in detail would wet the space between the thighs of his other admirers quite easily. And he focused this intent entirely on the promising young Hyuga teen. He brought his left hand from the outer side of the booth that was opposite to where Aimi sat across his chest and to her cheek. Caressing her warm coloring and supple flesh tenderly within his palm that showed the signs of his extensive shuriken and kunai training. His finger times from the same hand hand been tall enough to simultaneously brush the hair away from her own transformed eyes. His face drew closer, but slowly as he watched her. If she were going to squirm, either anxiously or in delight, he wanted to savor it intensely and record it with the purest three tomoe sharingan that appeared within his evil eyes. "And it's all mine?" His deep voice threatened to probe her all on it's own, as though his perfect yet monstrous inhuman presence was a genjutsu itself designed to break any social wall that threatened to prevent his advances on the smaller, younger Hyuga woman. She was the focus of this man who to others would seem otherworldly all on his own. It was like time was stopped. Or at the very least, considerably slowed down. Damn, where was her food when she wanted it? She could see his aura. Where her own was light, calming, and good, just as any medic nin's should be, his was dark, cold, and scary. Much like somebody who really possessed the aura that belonged to a criminal. She had felt tall and proud coming into the restaurant, but there was just something about him that brought her down to size. She had more of a build of a jaguar. Her build was lithe. His was definitely like a lion's, big and broad. She thought herself a predator before, given her skill, but in his presence now, she definitely felt like a prey to his superior predator. A mouse to his cat. She squirmed out of sheer agitation when he touched her cheek and moved her hair. She was starting to form scales near her eyes. His hands were not soft, they felt a little rough and calloused, much like her own hands. Hands that developed callouses from constant training. Then she saw his Sharingan activate. Her clan always told her to be wary of the Sharingan. Even though they possessed the Byakugan, which would tell them if they themselves were under genjutsu, genjutsu formed from Sharingan were still dangerous. She spoke,"Yessssss, it'ssssss all yours." Not that she had much of a choice in the manner. She didn't want to cause a scene in the restaurant if she beat the snot out of him. He was truly a clever man that deserved his reputation. Her body was reacting in several ways. Sheer nervousness. Excitement. And a few others she couldn't name. It was nice to have his attention, no doubt. But what was it about him that wouldn't allow for her to take her attention from him? Seeing her closer up, he didn't see much of a reason to reassess her physical appearance versus his own. He was lost in her warmth, her purity despite her growing snake sage features. She was just to encompassing to his powerful eyes. There just wasn't an inch of her wonderful skin for his eyes to travel to where he didn't feel himself grow warmer and his cock swelling within his pants at just the sight. The touching of her cheek and playing with her hair only made this situation more difficult. As he heard her alluring voice answer his question, it was easy for his sex and power addled mind and the places his eyes roamed to rewrite the question as though she were giving him access to anything. Like her neck. It was all his, right? He knew enough to pull his eyes back to her own, smiling for her as his face was right up to her own now and his lips could finally take her own.. "Then I'll take it. You'll en company me during my own recovery time." He put emphasis on the word recovery this time around. He didn't put off the air of a man who needed rest.As he finished this closeness, he could just feel the approaching woman with Aimi's bowl of ramen. He'd retrieve his hand and sit properly beside her as he allowed the waitress to deliver the bowl directly to the booth table in front of Aimi with the proper items required to enjoy it. He gave the bowl a brief look over, admiring the large meal and it's scent and warmth. It would make his mouth so wet and make his fangs throb like she could, but his stomach did give off a dull sound, making him smile a little wickedly. "I heard you were back from your mission and I wanted to run into you here. So I left without eating." Aimi was doing her hardest to slow her heart rate, to make the Snake Sage transformation recede, but Habiki's presence made it really hard to calm down. She shut her eyes, concentrating hard, and slowly, the transformation began to recede. The scales slowly vanished, her eyes went back to its usual pale featurelessness, and her fangs vanished. When she opened her eyes again, his face was up close to hers. Then their lips met. His lips were soft and warm. Her heart rate shot up again, and the features started to reappear. Damn, he knew exactly what would excite her. She concentrated again, making the features vanish. She didn't want to bite her own tongue. Not that anything would happen, it just hurt like a bitch whenever she did it by accident in Sage Mode. When she spoke again, her words sounded normal,"Hmmmm, why me in particular, Habiki senpai?" Her eyes lit up when the ramen bowl arrived. She loved to eat, even though it wasn't immediately obvious given her very fit figure. If she could eat something, preferably in massive quantities, she would do it. Not on the level of the Akimichi clan, though they had an excuse given that calories consumed was in direct correlation to their clan's hiden jutsus, but still, she was up there. She almost always had a bag of goodies in hand, even on missions. Her philosophy when it came to eating was that their was always something new to eat. She took her set of required silverware, but waited for him to start. To her, it would have been rude if she went first, even though she was paying for the bowl. Looking down to the ramen, it was hard enough to not demolish the dish right in front of her. He controlled himself, at least to this extent, wondering when she'd slurp her ramen. Was she waiting for him? He couldn't imagine working hard for a steaming bowl of delicious and finely crafted food just to let someone else nab the first bite. He grinned, figuring this was exactly what she was doing as she definitely wasn't leaning in and digging deep into the wonderful bowl. His large hands grasped a packaged pair of chopsticks near to the bowl before poking the high quality pair of utensils clean through their decorative wrap. "That's a question I know how to answer in too many ways. Pardon me, my dearest little Hyuga, but I don't really know where to begin. Actually." He spoke to her with the same depth to her voice as before, but a little more light heartedly after their kiss. He grasped the chop sticks with grace before plucking a juicy bite of pork from the bowl and sinking his fangs clean into it, savoring the juicy meaty bite before ripping the pork into two and tossing the other half into his mouth. Demolishing the lavish and rich meat that clearly added to the broth. "I've known you were the one for the job for quite some time. Since I was just a boy, I had imagined you every time I pondered what I was missing." He didn't try to sound so feel sy, and he broke up that building soft impression by running his tongue along his chopsticks to clean them and shoving his right hand right between her legs. His palm grasped her left inner thigh as the bottom side of his hand nearest to his pinky tried to feel the warmth of her sex from over her clothes. "You're... Equipped for the task. More than appropriately." She tried her hardest to not stare at his fangs as he ate. It was like he didn't even bother trying to hide them like the way she tried to suppress the physical features of her Snake Sage Mode. Either that or he was just that comfortable in that skin. She finally dug into the bowl after getting the wrap off of her chop sticks, the hot broth and noodles were just something spectacular. Her pale eyes seemed to grow wider when he licked his chopsticks. Something about that action did something to her body. What was this odd feeling? That odd feeling only intensified when she found his right hand diving between her legs. Normally, she'd resist, smack the hand away, but with him, she allowed such an action. The flush on her cheeks grew stronger, and he'd feel great warmth where the bottom of his hand was. She was certainly well equipped. She had a respectable bust size and wide birthing hips. She had many physical features that a man would desire in a wife, or at least features that a man would want in a woman he would want to impregnate. She spoke, trying to sound confidant, teasing almost,"And the great Uchiha Prince has an interest in a potential heiress to the Hyuga clan. You're certainly bold." She was trying to enjoy her food more than the hand that was almost beginning to feel moisture. Damn him for giving her such a physical reaction! She was a proper woman, and proper women didn't get so...Aroused. "Great Uchiha Prince?" He repeated, adding emphasis to the phrase as his eyebrows raised just a bit and his eyes soaked in the changes he forced upon her supple form so built to be bred. "Sounds like you've been thinking about me too." He whispered this as watched her with his sharingan trained on her widened pale eyes and the flush to her face. His hand continued brushing against her sex from over her clothes as he felt both her warmth and the growing wetness that threatened to make all reason and sanity melt from the immensely bold and handsome black and crimson haired man. With a deep breath, he shut his eyes and allowed his features to become normal again with some noticeable concentration. Being a sage herself, he trusted that she knew what it took to reign it all in under this sort of constant stimulation. With his eyes opening to reveal an exotic design, it may appear as though he was unable to evolve his sharingan further to show off the the Hyuga Princess while transformed into his Sage Mode even partially. What appeared to have once been two separate Mangekyou Sharingan designs that involved lines had now been aligned within his immensely powerful eyes to make a reverse design using bold and unusual crosses. Unlike Sharingan patterns of other Uchiha, now his eyes were black with red patterns, a base of three lines equally cut through their own identical portions of his eye with another line crossing through near their tops to resemble a barbaric cross that one might find themselves pinned to for some ancient torture execution. His eyes being partially opened made the design more difficult to admire as the crossed turned like windmills just like his Sharingan would with it's tomoe. This Uchiha wasn't just capable of using the incredibly potent and dangerous Mangekyou Sharingan, his eyes were Eternal.Retrieving his hand from her legs, he wanted to tease her by giving her the feeling of being without him just a moment. He wanted to give her the opportunity to know what it was like to maybe even miss his touch. He brought his index and middle finger tips of his right hand between her lips to touch her tongue in perverse circular patterns. "Bold implied there's something to fear, and I'm not afraid to take what belongs to me." He taunted just a little in his deep voice as he spoke just loud enough for her to hear. His words might not have been kind to the Hyuga clan in terms of consideration, but his attention, his voice, his body, was all directed just to her. He was here just for her. Retrieving his fingers from her lips, he slipped his right arm right around her back and looped it around her hips as his hand masterfully crept right under and past the waist band of her pants and undergarments, if she wore any. These now moist finger tips with her saliva, his trusty index and middle fingers that he worked so hard with to learn precision with his Shuriken that was unmatched, now worked right down over her groin to her pussy and began to demandingly and forcefully rub her wetness and warmth as he looked right into her eyes. His lips just close enough for her to steal a kiss if she felt the need. In between slurps of broth and noodles, she spoke,"I thought you knew that's what all the girls in our age group called you. Because of how proud and handsome you are." She really couldn't believe that she had said that out loud. Things like that were meant to be said in private, not out in the open at a restaurant. But with how he looked, he looked like a future heir to his clan, he really did, so proud and stately he looked when not engaged in antics like he was now. As he teased her clothed sex further, she grew wetter and wetter. When his features went back to normal, she relaxed a bit more, he looked much less intimidating now. She noticed his Sharingan changed. What was the evolved form called again? Mangekyou Sharingan? Such secrets were not known to her as she was born a Hyuga and not an Uchiha like him. But still, she wondered how he obtained them. She had heard rumors of how the Uchiha activated their Sharingan for the first time from feeling great emotions, such as sorrow, she wondered if the Mangekyou Sharingan came about the same way. When he stopped rubbing her, she felt a strange feeling. Why did he stop? She didn't want him to stop. Dirty as it all was, given how they were in public, she didn't want that pleasant feeling to go away. She had just swallowed a drink of water when he brought two of his fingers to her partially open mouth to rub in c circular pattern on her tongue. She shuddered when he implied that she was his. She swallowed as he removed his fingers and deftly snaked his arm around her waist to sneak into her pants. Her face was burning red now. Both from the heat of the food and strong emotion. He went right past her pants and directly under her panties to tease her pussy so strongly. But she melted at his touch, so wonderful it felt to be touched like this, wrong as it was. Was it wrong that she wanted to kiss him again? Was it wrong that she was growing wetter and warmer at his masterful touch? She wanted this, improper as it was, and she leaned in to kiss him again. The twisted crosses in eyes eyes rotated in their windmill pattern as he watched her and listened to her words. To her comment about her word choice and how other people look at him, he smiled a little more genuinely than before. In a way, he'd seem to be going from seducer to entirely sincere with his look to her now. "Well... I wonder how I exude those things so noticeably." He mused before giving her a deep and brief, low laugh that suited more of the domineering atmosphere he approached her with. Despite being the way he was, precisely as she described other people saw him, it was rare for Habiki to entertain a compliment presented directly to his face. For those weren't the most confident themselves, it was possible that they just feared rejection if they presented themselves as an option for him. And there was always the kind that just assumed he knew, or the people who would wish they had what he did. In all honesty, it was a little lonely being Habiki. At least for the people who felt segregated because of their clan or their lack of superb genetic talent or even raw nerve to devote themselves to training to develop ability, there were others who existed within their minority group for sympathy. To his knowledge, nobody was quite exactly like Habiki. He assumed chivalry and kindness lent themselves naturally to the stronger member of a group to lend themselves more towards leadership. Habiki just craved to be needed, silently.He reveled in the feeling of her little pussy between her legs, working her like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His inhuman eyes running over her body, watching her more closely and undressing countless mysteries of her body in ways that would seem impractical with any other eye. It wouldn't matter what was objectively true about the ancient power that lay behind his eyes, there just wasn't a way for his victim to discern that truth. Not even the closest Uchiha in terms of overall power to this pureblood prince knew what his Mangekyou Sharingan could do precisely. There were some good hints laying around areas that have been rifled with destruction by Habiki on a mission, but he hasn't open his lips and share what he knew about them to anyone.His lips took her own as his fingers worked her in all ways short of penetration. He wanted her to crave it, to beg for it. A special moment, the first time she feels his hot, meaty length spread her with his hands on her wide birthing hips, it's gotta be at a moment when she has it on her mind or when she's so melted that it changes her in some way. The man that watched her eyes as his bottom pair of teeth sneaks up beneath her upper lip, mirrored only by the upper pair of teeth closing the distance with the same lip. He had her caught in his teeth as his eyes narrowed more and his smile faded completely. The look he gave her now would blur the line between friend or foe unless she could read his mind. His fingers lathered up her wetness with the sort of attention to detail that displayed a sense of tenacity as her clothing over his hand wouldn't seem to be slowing him down or making his fingers land anywhere he didn't seem to expect to feel. He's touched a woman before, and even at that, he wasn't afraid or second guessing himself. His head drew back from her own as her upper lip would be drawn in his direction just a bit with his teeth only just barely pressing against her soft supple upper lip.Finally feeling a suitable level of moisture where he was confident he managed to shield her from a single dry touch, his fingers drew up to the hood of her cunt to spread the upper half of her sex without even having to see what he was doing. His eyes were too busy pushing their way past the windows to her soul that were her own eyes. His finger tips took turns drawing slippery wet hot semi circles over her clit as he finally pulled his head back the rest of the way to allow her upper lip return to her. After this he'd grin. "We can't very well leave before you finish your ramen. That'd be rude, no?" The way the crosses turned in his eyes seemed so hypnotic, visually, they were very easy to lock on. She had seen Mangekyou Sharingan designs before, but this design in his eyes seemed the most unique of them all. In her own way, she was lonely. None of the other Hyuga in the main family or the branch family were able to apply the nature transformation to the Gentle Fist techniques even though she had shown them all how to do it. Being hailed as a genius was nice, but she didn't want to be the only genius in her clan. She wanted to be with another genius, another prodigy, someone who knew how lonely it was at the top. And honestly, she found that other prodigy in Habiki, even though she wasn't going to say it to his face just yet. The only one who came even close didn't have the Hyuga name, but was descended from one. Himawari Uzumaki, descended from the Hyuga through her mother, Hinata Hyuga. Himawari was not a genius, but an absolute nightmare in combat. At first glance, the girl didn't appear to have the Byakugan, but Aimi didn't let appearances fool her. What Aimi wanted most of all was to not be alone. She had her family, her clan, yes, but they just weren't on the same level of intelligence as her own.Her pale eyes seemed to glaze over as he kept fingering her lips. She had never pleasured herself before, not like the way he was doing. She either never had the time or never saw the point in doing so. But damn, he had her in the palm of his hands, she was his putty to mold as he saw fit. She softly spoke,"Perhaps we should take this to a venue with more privacy?" Without actually saying the words, she was saying that she wanted to take this much farther. She wanted this. She needed this. She wanted the Bat Sage, the Uchiha Prince. Her eyes went wide once more when he caught her upper lip ever so delicately with his teeth. She felt hot in more ways than one. The way he looked at her was intimidating, but didn't dissuade her from wanting more. From now on, she would drip only for him. She was fidgeting. Not out of discomfort, but pure pleasure. She had never felt so good before. She was his to mold and play with. She smiled when her lips were finally her own, and she spoke,"You're right." She quickly but not in an unladylike manner finished the rest of the ramen, and had a smile on her face. Ichiraku's never failed to please her. And now, she couldn't wait for what they would go and do next! He didn't say a word to her suggestion at they take this action, her hot and wet sex being toyed with by his fingers like she were something precious that he owned entirely, he just watched her ominously as she agreed to finish her ramen. He never expected that he'd enjoy touching a woman without her undivided attention. But, in reality, rubbing her place and spotting the many ways her body responded to it while she tried to perform this manual task of consuming her hot and excellent smelling ramen, it just multiplied the way he savored her body. He wasn't a food phile, and he didn't focus on the concept of her consuming. Aimi's figure was one of the incredibly important details of her person that made her so perfect for the prince that was so hungry for heirs already despite being so young comparably to the jonin that were having kids. His left hand wouldn't reach for his chopsticks to help her, though. He wanted to tease her more and see if he could manipulate her into eating slower against her own wishes by causing a sensory overload. His free, and equally large yet skillful left hand now took to her left breast beneath her left arm and over her clothing. He fondled her intently as he stroked her clit indirectly with so much vigor that he started making little wet sounds on her sex without even having to dive his fingers into her yet. He was clearly saving that stimulation for something special, but he wondered if she was aware of that fact. If he hadn't melted her down to the point that she was no longer capable of revising her thoughts and taking a critical analysis of his actions and motivations. And that made him nearly lose his cool composure as a thought. He kept himself from displaying that sensation on his face with his immense self control, but it wasn't easy.As she finished, he withdrew his hand from her crotch and sunk his fingers that positively glowed and shined with her lathered pussy juices right into his mouth such that she could watch and even smell his saliva mixing with her lewdest of scents. His tongue could almost visibly run along his fingers before his incredibly kissable lips wrapped around his fingers halfway. He had time to taste what of her essence he summoned with his touch and his aura, his eyes on her own as he allowed her to witness this act. He wasn't a normal man, and she wasn't just a fling. Nobody would do this for someone that wasn't very special to them. Especially with so little build up as to just walk across a room and sit beside that person. This whole time he was fondling her breast up to this point as well before finally releasing her and standing from the booth. His hands left her order's payment in his own hard earned currency without asking her for permission and he didn't seem to be in any mood for petty arguments concerning who should pay anyway. He did entertain himself with her body while she ate, and if anything, he figured he could make a good case for why he should pay regardless of whatever point someone else could raise."Come, Princess." He extended a hand, almost kicking himself for not approaching her in private in the first place. The mere fact that he didn't have a hand in her panties right now upsetted him in ways he didn't want to display, and he managed to hide from his ominous, confident expression. "We can spend our time 'recovering' together at my place. No one will disturb us there." Before she had finished her ramen, she was having a hard time trying to finish her food without making a mess. Habiki was making that really hard, not that she minded what he was doing. In between him fingering her and fondling her left breast, it was a miracle she even finished eating at all. They were in their own little world right now, no one was bothering them at all. He was free to fondle and finger her in peace while she ate. As she finished, she heard wet sounds from where he was fingering her. She was just glad nobody was sitting close to them. Damn him for teasing her! The way he withdrew his hand from her pants and then sank his fingers into his mouth... It looked like he was sucking on those fingers like he was sucking on a lollipop! When he finally stopped fondling her, she was at the point where she was going to demand in private a second time that they go to a more private place. She raised her eyebrows when he left money in her palm. She took his hand after she paid for the food at the register. She made sure she had a normal appearance, and she spoke,"Yes, let's go." She knew they had a lot of stares from people watching them as they made their way back to the Uchiha compound. Uchiha and Hyuga members weren't frequently seen with each other. It never failed to amaze her how nosy people were.The Uchiha compound was beautiful. The way she saw it's configuration, it was similar to how the Hyuga compound was laid out. Of course, she could confirm it with her Byakugan, but she knew better than to do that, figuring that the clan members wouldn't appreciate that sort of thing. He lead her to his part of the compound. It looked like a very grand home, grand and very much loved. And also very much deserted. They really wouldn't be disturbed. And so, once the door closed behind both of them, she immediately kicked off her shinobi sandals, and she excitedly made the Ram handsign. A puff of smoke flashed around her, andshe used the Sexy Jutsu.She giggled naughtily, and spoke,"Sexy Jutsu!" The Uchiha compound would resemble the Hyuga one fairly closely as their initial purposes were a lot the same. Not that they would line up perfectly or that anyone ever thought the Hyuga would need as close an eye on them as the Uchiha would, but those were practically ancient times compared to the world that Habiki and Aimi proudly set forth to fulfill their biological imperatives in. Even so, there was a good reason for those of practical mind to earn favor with the more normal, down to earth Uchiha to have them keep eyes on their so called Prince. Even though they were of the same blood and bore the same honor code, Habiki was truthfully the only member that didn't seem ready to accept Sasuke alongside Naruto's position on the matter. One good reason. One right time. Habiki would do what he could to cleanse the name of his clan. Even if it would seem a little selfish if he was the only one looking for that outcome. His home was rather bold, large, and old compared to the others of the compound. It was rather traditional in architecture despite having numerous modern accommodationsStepping past the front door had left them in a dark living room with a short table paired with pillows. A relatively unused kitchen to the left, and stairs off to the right. His eyes, burning with power as his mangekyou returned to life and examined her form, he smiled to her jutsu. There wasn't a noticeable raise in his excitement as he drew closer to her and wrapped his arms around her new sexy form. "There is... A number of questions I have about this." HIs reaction wasn't typical for that of males that fell prey to other sexy jutsu. Perhaps there was something rather lewd or mature that was missing to make it land properly on him? Or maybe her sexy jutsu in particular needed more practice? He didn't wanna make it obvious as he played with her for his own thrills. He was almost as evil as his eyes. "Question one: Is this transformation jutsu going to withstand my cock penetrating you?" He grinned, pressing his lips to her own as he presses her against the wall with his hips and his arms remained around her and only tightened. His broad chest, firm in his physique, was like a canvas for her generous and gorgeous breasts. To be honest, Aimi wasn't too comfortable with using the Sexy Jutsu. This was her first time doing it in front of someone that wasn't on a mission with her. The technique did wonders to mess with people's minds. Lord Seventh taught it to the younger Hyuga members, both main and branch family, just to annoy Hiashi. She slyly turned back to normal, her appearance normalizing in a puff of smoke. She spoke, her voice cheeky,"Question Two, would it have mattered?" She hungrily accepted his kiss, thoroughly enjoying how his weight seemed to be fully on her as he pressed her against the wall. Her full bust pressed against his chest. In between kisses, she gasped out,"Question Three, who gets naked first?" She was still quite wet and aroused from earlier. A high like that did not go away easily or very quickly. She would give him whatever he wanted, since he had given her so much pleasure. If he gave her such a high from just his fingers, she wondered what he could do with his cock. She just could not wait to see what he was into. Her arms still free to a degree, she activated her Byakugan, stimulating his chakra points with her free fingers. She wasn't shutting his chakra points off, just getting them really active. "Of course! The Sexy Jutsu wouldn't live up to my expectations if it can't survive a good dicking." He teased as he watched her eyes after their kiss, his hips pressing her against the wall over and over, making full use of her round lovely ass to make her almost bounce back off the wall slightly. His cock was rock hard through his pants and it's warmth radiated over her pelvis and her sex with such ease. He was engaged, and so very aroused that even a blind deaf woman could discover it from a short distance. Let alone an attentive incredibly sexually built highly trained intuitive ninja who seems to be biologically responding well to his body along with her Byakugan. Despite his expression displaying interest, he was entertained, what lay behind his skin for her powerful eyes would be signs of a man entranced. A man so deep in his needs that it should be surprising that he didn't already have her pinned and fucking her savagely over the short table. And here he was, teasing her and smiling for her. The moonlight gracing his skin so exotically that it paired well with his mangekyou and his black bangs. He briefly licked his lip as he felt her hands over his chakra points, feeling her intricate touch and tasting their kiss on his lips at the same time. "That's a good question." He answered her with his charm before leaning back just a bit.With motions depicting his speed, the way his hands and powerful arms flew down the cold stone pebbles that served as buttons upon his black shirt should leave very little doubt that the regular eye would never catch this man weaving hand signs. His shirt was off almost the moment he began taking it off before returning to her and immediately occupying her hips with his own again. She was his, and body language showed it. With the moonlight now licking down his strong body, and even gracing his uchiha clan crest tattoo beneath the nape of his neck on his back, his manipulative hands began to roll down the waist of her panties and her pants to reveal her ass and sex to the air. His eyes was still on her's, his skin growing goosebumps to her touch that invigorated his chakra points. The mask of a man in charge, the face of man too powerful to fail, but behind the exterior he so masterfully weaved his lies into, he was ready to explode. Her eyes couldn't be deceived in this area, and he knew it, but he played like he was in total control anyway. "Let's get you out of those clothes. It isn't that cold in here." Aimi laughed at his answer to what she called Question Two, his answer was amusing and arousing all at once. His body radiated heat, he was like a furnace. What was this called, what he was currently doing to her? Dry humping? It was driving her wild with desire, feeling how hard and hot he was through their lower clothes. He radiated sexuality, both in and out of clothes. Her nipples were quite stiff, once he got to that part of her body, she had no doubt he had fun playing with them. He was perfection, her opinion formed from earlier and the way the light of the moon snaked over his body. She smiled, he seemed to respond quite well to the way she was stimulating his chakra points. She wasn't sure if he'd go for it, but he seemed to like it thus far. He was so fast! It was almost as if in between her eye blinks, his shirt was on, and then off. Her heart rate was high, her cheeks flushed, the snake sage features began reappearing. Her eyes turned serpentine once again. As fast as he had his shirt off, and her hands were better roaming now, feeling the hard front of his body. She laughed, almost hissing now, he was fast with partially taking her lower clothes off, and she stripped them off as fast as she could, revealing her lower half fully nude to him. But she stripped off the rest of her clothes for him, revealing her fully nude body.She had various scale patches on her body. She knew exactly what to do next. It took a bit of concentration, but she was able to make her fangs recede into her mouth Her tongue was like a snake's now. She unzipped the front of his pants, one eye on him to gauge his reaction, the other eye on her current task. Once his pants was unzipped, his hard erection sprang forth, covered only by his boxers. Covered or not, the length was incredible. She lowered his boxers just enough to free his cock. Her eyes, even in serpentine form, were quite wide. She had never seen a penis this large before. She had seen them before, an unfortunate side effect when one had the Byakugan, you could see many things that you really did not want to see. His penis was something she wanted, and so, with her snake tongue, forked, she began to lick up and down his length, her tongue teasing him as much as he had teased her earlier. Her naked snake sage body couldn't be more unbelievably numbing to his reasoning. She was making him salivate, and if he weren't so in the zone and on the track to getting exactly what he wanted, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from unleashing the fullest extent of his own sage mode and looking for someone to bite into just to sooth the aching need he felt for her. He eyed down her form, her shape. And even if he were presented with just her outline he'd be aroused, filling it in with her own white skin and her breasts and her hips and wait awaits him beneath her belly button and between her thighs, and he couldn't help but lose himself gradually. His left hand nearly slammed into the wall to her right near her shoulder as his fingers curled towards his palm and his nails threatened to damage the wall in stark contrast to his smile and relaxed facial features. Maybe being a snake sage wouldn't have been so unsuited for Habiki as well, he seemed completely capable of deceiving the untrained eye no matter what state he was in. He'd relax his arm and let it drop back to his side as the Hyuga princess showed she can be a good girl in his eyes by getting to her knees before him. This sort of play always threatened to poke at the budding borderline personality disorders that the Uchiha prince may be accused of possessing from time to time, but he wasn't in the mood to care about that sort of problem as he eyed over the knew position she took. The way she knelt before him could have nearly been an ego trip and a half, but he had other things to think about as his eyes ran over what he could gather of her hips and her rear from above.Next came her eyes as his hands took to the sides of her head and his thumbs traced the nearly scale like altered skin of the sage mode sensually. He watched as she divided up her attention but training one eye on him and the other on his zipper as she unfastened it. He wondered silently how she'd look if he could make her experience multiple mind altering orgasms simultaneously. Just what could these wild eyes do? Her physical response to getting his huge fat length to flop out fully erect in the immediate vicinity of her face made him laugh softly as he continued to gently stroke her scales with the sides of his thumbs and he held her head. At first, her forked tongue licks along his shaft had been entertaining enough to capture the fragile inkling that used to be his patience. But, as the thrill of her touches over his chakra points faded gently, he couldn't really keep himself as a relaxed bystander in this situation.Taking his right hand from the left side of her head, he gripped his pulsing and thick and nearly purple with arousal cock into his big hand and pressed his cockhead to her lips and pushed until the back of her head was against the wall. The scent of his virile precum filled the air as all of his flavors magnified at his brutally thick cockhead upon her lips. The sticky hot dribbles over her lips as he grinned widely with his narrowed mangekyou eyes trained upon her. "Do they teach obedience to young Hyuga women? Or is this all special, just for me?" He teased with his voice slightly harsh at the hints of the nature chakra that threatened to twist his features into his sage mod. He fought it, though. Even if it were nearly impossible to fight off forever with her touches and his arousal. "You know... I was thinking. Perhaps that forked tongue isn't the only immediately intensely sexual benefit to that Sage Mode of yours." He pushed forward past her lips into her mouth with his fierce length length, so wide around that it'd be a difficult treat to even suckle on the tip of it for normal women of Aimi's size. He didn't stop there, or give her much time to react. Once his cock head was past her lips and his cock was lined up like a golf ball awaiting what was next upon the tee, he took her head with his hand again, and his fingers ran through her hair before he held her firm within his manly hands.One firm thrust with the strength of his firm body pushed his cock deeper past her lips than would ever be healthy or pleasant for any normal woman, forcing himself to the base with his large balls pressing at almost melting temperatures to the bulge his cock made in her throat. "keep those eyes on me." His harsh, darker, deep voice reached out to her despite his features remaining largely the same. He smiled to her like she was a caffeine addict and she was his steaming perfect cup of coffee on his bed side table waiting for him as his eyes crept open to start the day. But, his voice and his body were like a hungry labor animal hunched over a prized well bred properly groomed female's rear. He wanted to feel every single way her body enveloped his meaty unnatural member, ever damn inch of his pulsing needy cock. And just as he was satisfied with the initial penetration, giving her just a moment to try and breathe through her nose, he'd pull back half of his cock, nearly six raw inches of rock hard member. Even at this impressive amount of cock being pulled out of her, he was still in her throat and he wouldn't give her a moment of rest before thrusting again. Every single time he'd stop just before her nose could be made to experience displeasure against his groin, but his balls gave the bulge in her throat a pounding that he was sure she could get used to. She was a big bad ninja girl, after all. His prize, his soon to be bride, the one meant to be the sole recipient of his virile seed, was now his sex toy on her knees before him. And with the way he fucked her throat without so much as waiting to check on her, he displayed his ability to read the situation between the lines quite expertly. Again and again, like he was going for his first nut, but it didn't seem like he was slowing down anytime soon. Faster, harder, he used his hands on her head to keep her from getting it banged on the wall as he fucked her throat and even kept her head angled so he could watch her face. His cock tip lathered her throat with his pre, it was so hot and thick with sperm ready to give her countless babies in her womb, and his swollen balls against her throat was so full that he oozed this pre freely without a sign of running out soon. She kept teasing his length with her delicate serpentine tongue, she could 'taste' the air as it were when she was like this. In Sage Mode, or even in a partial transformation, her senses were totally different than when she was in a normal form. As she teased his length, she could feel his approval, sense how much he enjoyed her bared before him, sense how much he enjoyed her being on her knees being obedient to him. His left hand moved quickly from what her Byakugan saw, the one that wasn't trained on her current task. Then the whole left arm relaxed. She wondered what would have happened if he hadn't relaxed his arm. Her eyes were wide upon feeling his strong hands on her head. It felt pretty soothing to her as he carefully traced the scales that formed near her eyes, making them flutter. It was like even the most minute movements of his turned her on, she was completely where he wanted her to be. Both of her eyes were trained fully on his cock when he pressed the impressively sized head to her full, lush, cock sucking lips. She licked her lips at feeling his precum dribble down. Did this mean he was ready to climax, dribbling pre so hard as he was right now? Even if she wanted to escape, she was backed up against the wall, she couldn't go anywhere.He was teasing her so hard right now, teasing her over her obedience. She teased his tip for a second with her tongue before it disappeared back into her mouth, and she spoke,"You are a special one, you're a Prince, this is all for you." She could see the fluctuations in his chakra, and she gently spoke, but her voice was full of want,"Don't fight it, let out your Sage Mode, even for a little bit like I'm doing now." She opened her mouth wide to accept his length into her mouth and throat, taking in a good breath before hand. To her, it was no less than a fucking miracle he was even able to fit in her mouth. But now, her eyes were fully trained on his face, she was gauging his reaction to how she was doing with oral pleasure. As his length sank deeper into her, she tried to move her delicate tongue as much as she possibly could around his length, still trying to please him with her tongue. She wanted him to enjoy being in her. She wanted to taste him cum once he blew his load inside of her mouth. She knew her mouth and throat, just her whole face in general, would be very sore later on, but she didn't care. She was needing this face fucking very badly. She was glad he was using her body to pleasure himself! This was the man that she wanted to marry, to fuck every night, to fuck after every mission. He would be hers, and she would be his. He tried to contemplate her words as he plunged his cock into her throat with her lips, mouth and tongue enveloping and pleasuring him so thoroughly. His hips moving without pause, without concern for whether she could take his size and might, this Uchiha prince had grown almost used to the idea that this woman was more durable than she appeared. She had Sage Mode, after all. And he did wonder if being a snake sage would lend her a little additional flexibility in this fashion. Snakes could swallow things wider than their own body! Maybe she just hasn't had the chance to practice this particular side of being a snake sage? Habiki had access to any imaginable utility being a bat would provide, and a whole mess of more unexpected abilities. He'd continue holding the back of her head, feeling her tongue lather along his cock whenever she found the room inside her mouth full of his cock, fucking away at her mouth with large balls at her throat adding to the plentiful lewd sounds he made face fucking her."You want to see that?" He finally asked, almost as if she actually still had access to her words or the ability to move her head at all. For most men, maybe she'd probably still be able to move her head side to side or up and down. But, with Habiki, his throbbing length clearly threatened to be too big for the snake sage Aimi. He pondered to himself, around the sloshing sounds of her lathered saliva being used as lube to fuck her throat and the sound of their flesh bouncing against each other over her throat, if the should take all of his as a compliment or be a little concerned. Surely she'd be okay, right? She was a prodigy, herself. Blood loss, severe physical damage, and relentless genjutsu assault shouldn't be enough to drop this prize of woman he had fully undressed on her knees servicing him as he bucked his hips indiscriminately. She had to be in the neighborhood of being as durable as he was, he just didn't imagine she was anywhere near as delicate as her soft skin and immense beauty suggested. Besides, her back had to be good to support her large breasts that he eyed over as he noticed the liquids of mixed precum and her saliva that he's thoroughly mixed with his pole in her mouth now attempted to glaze them. "It's a little different than you might expect." His face relayed a mild concern as his smile faded. The look on his face spelled a different man than the fingers in her hair and his fat cock that rammed into her thanks to his rigorous hips that could probably knock over a horse."Very well. " He finally smiled, closing his eyes. The air around them changed in ways that normal people couldn't possibly comprehend. Slowly, his hair grew longer as the black faded to a nearly silver glistening grey. The black eye brows that used to add an additional framing to his immensely unusual and unique eyes now began to grow slightly as they interweaved and sharpened to a point before growing outward on the outersides. The area where the eyebrows were remained on his skin like normal, but this slight extension raised off his skin like fur as a smokey black color enboldened under his eye lashes. Along with his sharpening points to his ears that also grew, His nose changed slightly with something of a slight crinkle over the bridge and his nostril shape changed just slightly. Opening his eyes revealed a thin white wall of what might have been incredibly thin skin that could be barely seen through. The whites of his eye had grown a blackish brown and his mangekyou pattern couldn't be fully clearly visible despite the red glow highlighting it's position. His voice was different, darker and slightly deeper with a slight sing song echo on the end of each of his words. "Seeing things through two senses simultaneously can be a little... disorienting." He tried to be a little humorous as he never stopped pounding at the depths of his throat with his rod during this time. Though, once he did finish the transformation, he pulled back until his cock finally released from her tight throat and lovely mouth. His meat hovered over her face glazed by their juices as his sperm continued to trickle at the tip and glisten and paint the air's scent with his virile male scent. As his hands left her head, black fur like cuffs could be seen around his wrists along with sharp black claws inplace of the tips of his fingers.Despite all of this, the red of his hair never changed color despite growing also growing in length like the rest of his hair. As she continued to give him sweet, blissful oral, she let her Snake Sage form take over more. Scales started blossoming all over her body, forming all over her. Her hands were free, and she snaked them upwards to his ass, and held his ass cheeks. He would feel sharp nails over her soft, scaly fingers. She hadn't tried this in averylong time, but she managed to open her mouth further, allowing her to more easily take his cock in her mouth. She didn't do this with her jaws frequently, it made her whole mouth super sore whenever she did it for whatever reason, legitimate or silly. The filthy sounds that were made from his vicious face fucking of her aroused her further, literally making her drip with desire. When he asked her, almost as if he was surprised that she asked, if she wanted to see his Bat Sage form, she carefully nodded her head without dislodging his cock from her mouth and throat. She was very happily servicing him, knowing that this was the first night of many more to come of raw fucking and sweet love making, and she wanted to enjoy so many more of those nights. She was happily licking his length as much as she could, hoping her delicate serpentine tongue was doing its job.Then the air in the house changed. It was dead at first, but then it took on a different feel. Cold, almost. It was a neutral lukewarm before, but it was now cold. He was perfection incarnate before, but now, he transcended that to become something even more, and she loved the transformations she saw on his body. She sighed contentment when he pulled his massive rod out of her slutty throat, strands of her saliva and his precum still attached to her lips. Then she licked her lips. She slowly stood up, giving him more of a view of her Snake Sage Body. She looked very serpentine right now. She spoke, her Ss rolling like they did earlier,"Handsssssssome. You are perfectly handsssssssome, Habiki sssssssenpai." She most certainly approved of how he looked. If he could smell her right now, she had the scent of a woman in heat, of a woman ready to be bred. She wanted her Prince to continue using her body for his pleasure. Her licks along his cock with her serpentine tongue was most certainly pleasurable for the evil eyed bat sage that towered over her like this. If he were even a shred more innocent she'd have him moan and groan in pleasure at just this sort of stimulation. For him, though, it'd take the rich sensation of the tension of an orgasm on the cusp of escaping him to make him quiver and make those sounds. He was far more manly than he needed to be, and perhaps this may have even been to the detriment of his partner's pleasure. Any additional sign to tell her she was doing a wonderful job pleasuring her man would probably have been better than his sharp eyes peering down to her from below his newly silvered hair and wild sharp eyebrows, through the pale thin membrane over his eyes and the black that's consumed the white that used to surround his sharingan. Once she stood up, the strands of saliva pulling until they broke and simply hung from her slutty lips for his amusement. Even the rolling sounds to her voice thanks to her transformation enraptured him. Something about being her Senpai warmed his wicked heart. But it was undoubtedly her lewd scent that kept him in this inferno of a rut to breed her with every last drop of stamina and every waking second he can muster. It was all of these factors combined, and he showed it in his eyes that glowed despite the obstruction, that he wanted to fuck her long past the point when she'd be momentarily brain dead. He wanted to see what things he could make her eyes do with his virile beastly cock in her sensitive, tight, wet holes.He leaned into her for a moment with both of his large hands on her lips and with his forehead firmly up against her own. His body pressed to her smaller, softer one. His more firm skin and sturdy bulkier frame gave him plenty of surface area to enjoy her plush breasts, thick breeding hips, and her numerous patches of scales. His own tongue quickly licked up the saliva around her chin as he watched her eyes so closely, forcing her to feel his strength as he pressed her up into the wall with his grip on her hips growing more and more unprotestable. He'd hold her like this, force her in a position like this, look down on her like this to engrave a singular point. She was his in all dimensions. This relationship didn't include anything less than his complete domination of her and his body language, the way he surrounded her with his presence was meant to drive that point home in such a manor orders of multitudes more powerful than any combination of words could possibly do so. In a way, with his body and his demand of the very nature chakra that surrounded them and enabled their sage mode, he was almost writing a genjutsu into her heart and body that further demanded her obedience. His eyes blinked just a moment, and in that blink, the membrane followed his eye lids to reveal the fullest extent of his unmatched eyes in their raw devilish intent. He smiled so sharply that it accentuated his strong facial features that made him handsome even when he was normally brooding, his fangs showing as he did this.Breaking this sort of domineering animalistic behavior, he stepped back and took her plump rear at it's bottom center with his very accommodating massive right hand. Squishing and fondling her ass as he guided her to lean or even almost lay into his shoulder, collar and rock hard reliable chest. He'd guide her like this, directing initially with his chest, but keeping her on him and steering her with him with his giant greedy right hand on her ass. "It's time to make you a mother, Aimi. You'll bear my seed." He darkly commanded as he took her through the house with a little haste. But, any additional time to spend groping her perfect ass wasn't something he'd complain about either. Now that she wasn't orally pleasuring Habiki's monster cock, she could let her fangs out again. To be honest, she never liked retracting her fangs. She preferred having them in full view for everyone to see. If they didn't like it, that was their problem, not hers. When she had announced to her clan all those years ago she had gotten Sage Mode, everyone was so freaking happy, the elders were proclaiming that the stronger the Hyuga got in anyway, the stronger the next generation could and would be. Ever since then, the pressure to perform, to succeed, it was so maddening, even though always going forwards was part of her nature. She enjoyed how he leaned into her, putting his weight into it. He was showing his superiority, his dominance again, and she liked that. Her soft breasts were pressed against his very chiseled front, and she squeaked in delight when he so happily licked the saliva around her mouth. Was he going to fuck her right here against this wall? The way he was pressing his body against her own suggested that he was going to. Fucking her breeding hole would be no problem, not with how wet she was, sliding inside of her wouldn't be too hard. She wondered why he had stepped back, wondering if she had done something wrong, but her fears were soothed when he began to fondle her very gifted rear. She was smirking as he guided her in a very perverted manner to an unknown room in this house. She slyly spoke,"Sssssurprissssing to know that our clans have never intermarried before. Niccccccce that we will be the firsssssst." Her little squeak from when his tongue graced her chin and below her lips had been genuinely heartwarming for the brooding evil eyed Uchiha prince. It was even almost as arousing as her soft breasts were as their bountiful shape had been disrupted by his chiseled chest. All that kept the Uchiha firmly grounded on their walk away from the wall that he could have just as easily mated her up against was the comfort of her generous plush white ass in his hand. Feeling her up against him and hearing her snake sage voice and the entertaining way it corrupted her words was just the icing on the incredibly fuckable cake. "Yes, my love. Your hyuga womb will be the first of it's kind to accept my seed and produce children with blood from both of our powerful clans. Their eyes, with just a pinch of luck, may even surpass my own. And the thought of having to try again should that statement be incorrect is... more satisfying than words allow." He tried to butter her up with his silky voice paired with his warmth and perverted attention against and between her rear's cheeks. He touched her like a toy to explore, any hint of respect for her as a fellow human wasn't present in his touch. He was a hungry beast and she was his prey and his actions showed it. "Sadly, there's something I'm going to force upon you." He grinned from ear to ear after they ascended a flight of stairs and stopped before a door that his foot prodded open. His glowing right eye's pattern had began to spin as he peered right into her own eyes. "In the interest of engraving the paradigm of our love upon your body and soul, I'll need to momentarily ground you from those eyes of yours." He explained, but it was already far too late for defiance now. Despite no sense of the air changing, not so much as a single indication that he had cast a jutsu upon her, her Byakugan and her ability to activate it was numbed until she could no longer access it at all.With a bit of a chuckle, befitting his bat sage mode and the delight written along his devious face, Habiki plucked his mate from the ground by her breeding hips and threw her right onto a bouncy lush expensive bed in the pitch darkness. Her sage mode was likely more than capable of warning her of his wicked presence within the room, but it wouldn't help her with his speed as the door shut and he slithered onto the bed after her. Between his hands was a soft ball, the size of a stress ball but had just a pinch more of a give to it than a stress ball would, sleeved within what would feel like a nylon thigh high sock. This contraption of juvenile creativity hand found it's way into her mouth as he tied it around the back of her head tightly, preventing any attempt to push it from her mouth with her snake tongue or destroying it with her fangs as sinking them into it would trap her lovely oral weapons. In this position over her, his knees pushed into the accommodating bed with his cock's length rubbing both of her holes forcefully and crudely, as though it were just a happy accident as his hands took to her wrists forcefully. He claimed them and spread them such that her arms were extended their full length past her head and into the pillows. His hips bucked hard, teasing her wet cunt and her little asshole between her thighs and incredibly grip able ass, just a distraction before his long fangs sunk clear into her soft vulnerable neck on the right side. He'd taste her blood and begin sapping her chakra rapidly. He'd let her feel his body along her own as he continued humping her despite not having penetrated her yet. He wanted to taunt her, tease her, distract her from fighting the siphoning of her chakra and her ability to fight back with her jutsu in any measurable way. In fact, even summoning strength or the ability to predict her surroundings in the dark with her sage jutsu would be drained by his powerful fangs. His tongue massaged around his fangs within her, tasting her blood and attempting to comfort her. Though, he wondered if she could even focus enough to perceive that act as a kindness. As they walked to the location he was guiding her to, her breasts bounced and jiggled ever so slightly. They weren't quite Tsunade sized just yet, she still had some more growing to do, but size wise, they were getting up there. But, to use the common saying, she was quite thick. She had been blessed with not only a beautiful face, but an even more beautiful body. The way Habiki was fondling her ass cheeks, it would leave a hand impression on both of them soon if he didn't stop squeezing them. Not that she cared, it actually felt pretty good to have him playing with her ass cheeks like that. The idea of their future children possessing powers from both their clans was beautiful. Perhaps a child with the Sharingan, but the eyes were white? Or a child with the Byakugan, but the eyes were red? Anything was possible, all up in the air, whenever powerful clans married and had kids. Or maybe one Sharingan and one Byakugan a piece. She didn't know which clans' dojutsu was going to be more genetically dominant, especially when one considered that the Sharingan and Byakugan were considered two of the three great dojutsus, since the Rinnegan was the third great dojutsu. He was the house cat, she was his little mouse. When they stopped in front of a door, she got really excited, they were finally at their destination. But the excitement turned to confusion as she looked into his eyes and he said he was going to force something upon her. An odd sensation suddenly came over her eyes, they felt like nothing now.She laughed when he had her picked up and thrown onto his ridiculously comfortable bed. It seemed very bouncy, not that that was the most important thing, comfort was. She could sense him in the room, her Sage Mode told her that much. Not that it did much good, he was way too fast to work with. She heard the door close, and in an instant, he was on the bed with her. Before she knew it, she had something shoved into her mouth. She wasn't familiar with such a device, she tried biting it away, but as soon as her venomous fangs sank into it, her fangs were trapped, she couldn't retract them. She tried spitting it out, but it wasn't going anywhere, not with her teeth trapped in it, and it felt like it was tied to her. She quivered in anticipation, even more so upon feeling his massive meat rub against both of her nether holes so forcefully. Her arms were raised above her head, and now were in the pillows. She breathed in sharply, feeling something pierce her neck on the right side. She was very slowly feeling tired, and she knew that sensation. He was draining her chakra! But she was distracted from feeling weaker by his constant touching of their skin, he was really going at her without penetrating her at all. But most of all, she couldn't wait to have that monster cock of his inside of her. She wasn't a ninja out of her element, he didn't necessarily catch her off guard or strike her out of nowhere. But, beneath the heel of this Uchiha Prince, his Hyuga prey was most certainly woefully unprepared to claim dominance. Not that he imagined she wanted to, just that the realization that he was in his own league was a bit of a turn on for the devious evil eyed man that laid over her her. His half naked body against her fully naked, thick and delicious pale fleshed form. The only addition to her body to make it any more perfect in his eyes had already drawn itself into the spots he most desired, her scales. Well, he couldn't comfortably say that was the only change that'd get him so vigorously rock hard that he could breed a village of Aimi's without losing his libido. The change that would soon come to her shape, her rear, her breasts and her abdomen once she accepts the gift of his seed and carries their children, that won't go unnoticed or unattended by his virile cock and his greedy hands. His fangs escaped from her neck the moment he felt her ability to fight back even to the modest degree of just slowing him down finally being pulled from her core and invigorated his own. His quick, slightly elongated tongue would work to clean up her blood from his mark that was fresh upon her neck. Though, it probably didn't help matters that he wouldn't slow his lower body from thrusting against her as he attempted to keep her bleeding from spreading too far. "So...mmh." He tried to tell her that he enjoyed her blood, but he was sure the actions of his tongue, his body and the sound of his voice did well to cover for his mind being so flooded by his strengthening desire to mate this perfect specimen. To make her his own, his heart pounded for it. No other man was every going to be able to do to her what his lethal mind had in store.He's weakened her, ravaged her in almost all of the ways except for two. And he intended to entertain those two avenues of marking her body as his own as well, just as he fucked her face and drank her blood and chakra. He stood on his knees again to peer down to his beloved, spying upon her pale back, the curves around her middle leading to her hips and forming the top of her rear, that still had his impractically large monster cock lodged up between along with her thighs. He marveled at her legs, her arms, her delicate dark blue hair that flowed only incidentally barely covering his mark upon her neck. She was his prize, his mate. All of his hard work, all of his countless genetic advantages over the inferior ninja that likely also fantasized late at night about one day breeding Aimi just as he was about to. But, their touch was likely too soft, their hearts too fragile, he was sure that there was a darkness to Aimi's desires for him as well. Habiki knew he was meant to be with her, just on the basis that she sincerely seemed to enjoy being beneath him. The thought alone paired with his sage mode swelling with her chakra increased the size of his abusive cock against her holes so immediately, so potently that she'd surely be able to feel it through the haze of her blood loss, her drained chakra, her sealed dojutsu.He'd smirk now, his hands leaving her wrists to smooth down her soft arms to her bosom, groping her breasts in such a complete way that no inferior breed of ninja's smaller hands ever possibly could. He wasn't abusive with his touch now, it was less maddening and direct than his hand on her ass was just a moment prior. His lips, gently dyed with the dark crimson that was her blood now painted kisses along her spine before butterflying out over the blade of her shoulder and leaving little partial stamps of his lips against her perfect skin all along like a haunting tattoo upon her flesh. Should she ever introduce ink upon her skin it'd be to wear the crest of the clan that produced the man that has taken her now. He knew this much, and he grinned devilishly as he thought about it while taking in the red hued visage of his lover's back through his potent eyes. "Whose ready to be a mother, hmm?" He taunted with a hint of glee to his leathery layered voice, so masculine yet youthful. It echoed of his enhanced state of sage mode thanks to her chakra joining his own.His hands now smoothed down her sides from her breasts that he previously, almost romantically, fondled so softly. Even though mere skin contact the destructive force and might of the male over her could be detected by the untrained skin of a civilian woman, he pondered just what else his kunoichi bride to be could feel just through their touch. HIs fingers didn't just feel her skin like they previously took to her nipples in slow soft circles, no. He ran them down her skin pressing against her like a product he's purchased to test and use as per his desire. The hands stopped over her ass cheeks as his thumbs took to the crevice of her blossoming rear and pried her delightfully responsive youthful cheeks aside. His hands weren't gentle with her now, taking what he wanted as he spread her to completion to reveal her holes no longer safe from his powerful eyes with her subdued thickness. His hand taking to his cock, no longer capable of wrapping his fingers around it's entirety, he directed the pulsing mass's juicy tip still lined with her saliva and dripping of his virile pre seed. He's take his time in wrenching her pussy's entrance side to side, knowing full well that despite her soaked arousal and willingness to receive, that he'd have to coax his way in with force. He'd just prefer to negotiate with as much of his manliness and attention as possible, relying less on causing her needless harm while enjoying the intimacy. With more work, one hand on her ass as his right hand guides his cock he'd then find the perfect moment to thrust to pop his fat cock head right into her young, tight, hot breeding hole.The only thing missing from the scene was a necessary evil, a cost required for him to achieve absolute dominance over his bride to be, the mother of his children, his other half. He'd sacrifice her ability to communicate with words for his further arousal, to claim her complete and true submission in a way that was most certainly added by his toy in her mouth. His left hand snaked around her waist as he pulled her right up to the level standing on her knees would allow her, whether she had the strength or intention of standing on said knees or not. With all of this innate potential on top of his own sage mode paired with more than a handsome share of her own, he held her as easily as an old fashioned feather pillow a quarter of her size. And it helped, as he held his cock in position like a nail and pulled her down his length inch by forceful bullying cruel inch, spreading her around her man's monstrous cock without even making it look nearly as difficult as it would have been without his cursed sage mode prowess. He intended to get her to his base, and line her ass up with his hips before bucking, but he grew too excited. The moment as he was secure enough inside her that she lacked the space to have her cunt even attempt to slip his rod of impregnation out, he took a fist full of her hair and pulled her head up until her back was leveled. He deemed it proper, and smiled wider at the sight. "Make all of the noises you want, love. We both know that gag isn't going to dampen a single thing and no one will interrupt us here." He taunted before losing himself to the lust, pulling her down his rod with the fury and raw muscle one might expect a minotaur to possess. His hand gripping her hair like a leash and his arm around her waist both simultaneously keeping her in and advantageous position for his repeated bucking against her, slapping his hips off her generous rear and also pulling her back into each buck. The scales on the front of her body were a nice cream color like her normal skin tone, the ones on her back were a little darker, but still light. Her scales changed colors depending on her mood, and right now, since her scales were white, she was very chilled out. Of course, the chakra drain helped that out considerably. She slowly let out a muffled breath that she didn't know that she had been holding in when his fangs left her neck. It still annoyed her to no end that she couldn't retract her fangs. Her fangs had never been in such a state before. Her eyes, even though she couldn't use the Byakugan, were still very much serpentine. The sensation of his tongue on her neck, lapping away whatever little dribbles of blood, felt rather ticklish, like whenever she had her serpentine tongue tickle the top of her mouth to stay awake whenever she didn't want to use soldier pills. But right now, even though her mouth was bound tight, what she wanted to do the most was let her tongue run all over his body. She was getting wetter and wetter, having him between her legs but not inside of her was driving her wild. The teasing was insane. But was that his thing? Tease and tease and tease until she went nuts? Finally, she felt like they were actually getting past all the foreplay when he asked her if she was ready to be a Mother. They'd certainly make beautiful children together. Were they young to have children? Perhaps. Then again, Lord Seventh and his wife married young and had kids young too, so there was precedence. Then again, most ninja did have children before the age of 30, considering people still died relatively young, despite the peaceful era. It soothed her to a degree, the way his hands smoothed down her scales. She hated it when she was quite literally rubbed the wrong way in Sage Mode, her scales were rather sensitive. She could feeleverythingright now, right down to the whorls of his thumbprints. It was almost sensory overload. Well, it would be sensory overload if she wasn't careful. She was clumsy on her knees, a little woozy from him draining both blood and chakra. But still, she was able to stand on her knees, though probably only because he was helping her up with his hand around her waist. She let out a yelp of surprise when he quickly and viciously entered her pussy. He was right, the gag really didn't muffle squat. She knew he was big, she had given him some good oral, but having him inside of her pussy was something else entirely. She was hurting, it did hurt to have such a massive cock inside of her pussy so suddenly, considering that this was her first time. As he forced his way past her hymen, she bled the blood of a virgin. She whimpered a bit, it really did sting to lose her virginity so suddenly. But given that he was so fucking massive, hopefully her pussy was going to get used to his size quickly. Given with what he could do with just his fingers, she knew she was in for a world of pleasure! His eyes watched her scales intently, trying to discern what about them captured his attention so readily even when they competed for that attention with her voluptuous perfect womanly form. From her little sounds to her scent and the warmth he soaked out of her body, the Uchiha prince was really taking all of Aimi's body in. Especially when he had the opportunity to touch her scales adoringly before. However, now with his arm beneath her keeping her on her knees and his hand in her hair taking a handful to pull back on dominately, He was about to lay claim to her womb like no man before or after him ever possibly could. He was going to make her a mother, make her belly grow to carry their beautiful children. He even said so, with much less words but in his dark and foreboding voice it would surely be hard to ignore.And here it came, the claiming of her virginity, in one firm thrust right up against her round rump to force himself all way inside of her wet tight hole until he felt himself being physically hilted by her sex such that he could not go any further. She had all of his meat inside of her that she'd likely ever be able to accommodate now, and he could feel her depths around him. The skin that surrounded the glands of his cockhead had been thoroughly rolled back by her tantalizing almost steaming heated pussy and he couldn't possibly complain. Especially not now as he listened to the sounds he forced from her mouth through the ball toy he forced into it. It truly didn't serve to mute her in the slightest, and it excited him. He grunted just a little before whispering to her when he felt she could hear him. "You're so damn tight."Using his authority over her thick, perfect body for breeding to guild her forward to give him room for his hips to pull back, he'd manage to negotiated inch after inch of his violent monstrous cock out of her tightness right until his cockhead was all that remained keeping her pussy lips spread. And it wouldn't remain this way, whether she was ready or not he'd proceed to pull her back towards his thrusts that were so powerful they threatened to break the creaking shaking bed. His arm beneath her and his hand in her hair tugged her right down his massive shaft over and over. Forcing her to feel the masculine dominance he exercised over her plush sexual scaled beauty. Every single rough inch of him spread her again and again with her juices being used to supplement this act to the extent that it wouldn't be nearly as painful as it otherwise would have to be. He grunted after every thrust that came without pause as rocked the room and the bed beneath her, unleashing his hot breath over her neck and shoulders each time her delightful sex was forced to take his erect cock. In this way, he was probably exactly the man for the job if the mission was to justify the taunting foreplay he inflicted upon her body before now. "Fuck..." He whispered after a grunt, watching her scales. As they fucked like wild animals, Aimi's scales has turned a shocking pink, indicating her deep enjoyment of how roughly they were going at it, how much she was enjoying having sex with Habiki. He pulled on her hair like it was a fucking leash, and she made no attempt to hide how much she enjoyed him doing that by moaning in pleasure. She was glad to have garnered such praise from him simply because her vagina was so tight. The way he was touching her scales just made her mood better and better, deepening the pink shade of her scales. They were incredibly sensitive, and the way he was just merely touching them drove her from a one to a ten in an instant. She loved the sensations of him pulling out and then pushing back in. She loved how fast he was going, how hard he was going, and if her moans weren't proof of her enjoyment, the bed making as much noise as it currently was was most definite proof that they were both enjoying what they were doing. He was working her body like she was a musical instrument, and he was tuning her. He was dominating her in every fucking way, and she loved it. She didn't want any moment of this physical pleasure to end. Her massive breasts swayed and jiggled with each thrust! The change of her scale color wouldn't go unnoticed. Even as their chakra danced behind his skin and surged along the points she touched previously, his mind remained sharp. Every heaving slam of his hips into her own was deliberate as he guided the pulsing mass of cock into her with the expertise and consideration of a blacksmith crafting molten metal over his anvil with his trusty hammer. The urge to let lose and go brain dead over her and just breed her like a true animal was just too enticing to be entirely ignored. But, he decided he'd make this first round of mating truly world shattering for her. Aimi was Habiki's one and only now, she had everything he needed to be a happy man, so he'd do everything to dominate and mate her like no other man could. If he had his way, she'd be more than pleasured or satisfied. He'd complete her. Between the sway of her bountiful breasts and the juicy sounds of their flesh patting against each other with his every thrust and his strong arms forcing her body into them from her waist and her hair, he grunted more and more with bits of her name making it into his breathless sounds. "Guh... Aimi. Hmm." He finally got a full set of words to her as he thought about the pink in her scales and how they changed further. He was certainly having an effect on her.He stood on his knees more, this time with her body all the way against his own. His hand would only leave her hair as he took her throat in his big hand, the arm around her waist and hips slithering up over her belly and belly button to taking her left breast into his palm and fingers, fondling it filthfully. Once again, he touched her body like an object of his pleasure that he owned completely. His thumb over her jaw bone guided her to look up into his eyes as his hips continued to force inches of his mountainous breeding pole in and out of her. He'd run his tongue along her lips and fangs that were exposed by the toy he used to gag her with as his glowing red eyes peered down into her sage mode pair. He'd continue humping her perfect rump that was lined up with his lap, gushing sounds from her wet heat with the glee he hasn't been able to summon since he was a boy playing with his very first toy. Yet, his expression and voice portrayed a man that adored the model of beauty in his arms. The exotic snake sage was to carry his children and this act alone could have already pumped enough of his pre into her womb to do the job. And that idea didn't reduce his virile hip pumping in the least. Instead, the concept that she could already be in the process of making him the powerful young they'd raise together made him hump her faster as they stood on their knees over his creaking bed. His back and limps being strong and empowered by both of their chakras and his arms and hands keeping her up and pinned to him whether she was conscious or strong enough to stand with him on her own or not. "I love you." He growled in his twisted bat sage voice. "I love this." One thing was for sure. The next time they fucked, she would definitely be in Sage Mode again, he seemed to quite enjoy her serpentine form very much. She definitely would expect him to be in his Bat Sage form. She didn't know why having him bite her was so pleasing, but it made her fucking happy.Slap, slap, slap... The sounds that their skin made when they connected was so delicious, it made the pinkness of her scales constantly fluctuate from light pink to deep pink and back. She was surprised he was able to even say proper words as they fucked, the way they were enjoying each other, she doubted either one of them would have the mental capacity to get full words out. Fucking hell, Habiki would be the only one who could ever truly make her happy. They were so similar in more ways than one. They were the best of their generation, the best that their clans had to offer. Stronger, faster, smarter, all around superior in every god damned way. The way his thumb moved over her delicately shaped jaw bone, it made her turned her head just enough so she could look at him. Her eyes went wide when he licked her tongues and a bit of her fangs, most of her fangs were still trapped in the god damned ball. Her guttural moans came out faster when he started fucking her faster, and she muffled out,"You love me or fucking me?" "I fucking love you." He started, growling a little between his grunts and the hitched almost seemingly exaggerated exhales of his hot breath. The look on his face spelled a story of lust, however. Even with the growl and his harsher tone, it would be impossible to miss how much he needed her. "And there's nothing wrong with loving to fuck you. Just listen to your plump ass slapping against my thrusts. You're as hungry for this as I am." This time around, his words were truly separated by long heavy breathes as he watched her and held her head without giving up the faster, deeper way he would thrust into and against her. Forcing her breeding hole to take more of his lengthy Uchiha cock. They were impeccable specimens of their clans, shining examples of what every fledgling shinobi with a solid imagination could ever dream of one day becoming. And yet, it was out of reach for most of their species. They were genetically superior, and he was about to fertilize her womb so righteously that he could feel his own composure melting away with their bodily sounds so numerous, her own sounds that sowed greed and lust within his heart. He'd claim her Hyuga eggs for his own, and he'd have nothing but the finest young to raise with this remarkable unmistakable trophy of a mate. He'd now use both hands to quickly and calmly guild her long fangs free of the ball without any discomfort or pain from his beautiful victim, all just before tackling her right back down to the bed and forcing his lower body to slam her own right down and pin her there.His cock's tip crested the very deepest of her core that she'd have to offer as though it were his birthright, and his balls quite happily complied in sending virtually buckets of cum in long powerful strings of spasms though his length. His meat almost growled on it's own in this fashion as he filled her so completely with hot, fresh, and clearly virile sperm. The concept of failing to conceive after filling her like a stuffed animal in a factory was far from reality for Habiki's expecting and almost criminally happy smile and bright eyes as he showered her in looks. This position made paying close attention to her scales a little less difficult, but she was forced to feel his firm chest along her once pink and darker pink scales, brushing along her dominantly like a larger feral canine rubbing his position over his forced mate in even though he was rather softer with her after he finished climaxing, even kissing her as deeply as he could summon the will too. Which was deep, so very deep, that it was difficult to hold himself back from tasting the back of her throat with his tongue. He was wary of her sage mode fangs. His hot breath on the back of her neck warmed the scales in that area considerably. That heat felt so delicious on her once cool scales, scales that had warmed up considerably since they were fucking like wild animals. The pink of her scales continually fluctuated as he spoke. His words were so fucking dirty. She was smirking through the gag, she definitely wanted this as much as he did, maybe even more so. he was hers, all god damned hers. She couldn't wait to walk around with him arm in arm, all the girls in their age group would be so jealous. Just as he saw her as his trophy, she thought of him in a similar way. Even though the younger kunoichi of the village didn't talk about it, they all wanted to marry into the Uchiha clan. The men of the clan were seen as bad boys, and every girl wanted a bad boy for a boyfriend or a husband. Tosh and nonsense, she thought, but she could personally see the appeal, considering she was getting fucked by the baddest Uchiha of them all. She felt so much better when he took the infernal ball out of her mouth, her fangs were finally free, and her tongue could properly move around in her mouth now. She squealed when he tackled her down on the bed again, her breasts bouncing nicely before he did the deed. When he climaxed, so did she. Instead of a moan of pleasure that came out of her mouth at full force, it was a cry of pleasure, pleasure far more intense than what she had been fucking feeling this whole god damned time. She felt herself grow so hot, not from her own climax, but from being filled up to the brim and then some with his climax. It'd be foolish to assume she'd be having one child, she'd definitely be having two if not more with how much seed he had spilled into her needy cunt. She was breathing hard as they slowed down and stopped, but she happily accepted the deep kiss, smirking when she noticed how careful he was to avoid her fangs. Oh, the damage she could do with just a drop of her own venom... He was hungry for her still. Even as they kissed and his tongue navigated around her venomous fangs to stroke along the back of the glands at the back of her mouth that were likely sensitive from her sage transformation producing her fangs, he'd look into her eyes as though there was something behind them that he was planning to take and never give up. To steal and hold close to his chest forever and ever. To savor and relish in until he was old and feeble. Even with his body over her's like a lion upon his lioness, his cock remaining within her keeping her womb so completely full of litter producing seed, he didn't seem completed just yet. After a performance that could have likely depleted your average Kunoichi's calories completely, he carried on by getting a hand on one of her breasts. Caressing her as he massages various specific spots in her mouth that his sense depict any sort of tension behind and trusting her to be a good girl and not bite down on his tongue. He'd use his big hand to smooth up and down the impossibly touchable and hauntingly lovable bouncy breast he'd had secured just seconds prior, slowing only to brush her pink areola as he felt her warming scales along his skin. Aimi could made Habiki shudder lightly in sheer revelation at what he had now. Perhaps he wouldn't be a huge fan of parading around together until he figured out this whole Hyuga family sticky situation.He'd finish the kiss before pressing her head into the pillows with his cheek on her neck. His hand continuing to molest her fondly over the same gorgeous perfect breast as though it couldn't grow old. "What'd you eat that made you grow up this way?" He whispered to her, licking her neck with his tongue that bore a slightly texture to it, his bat like tongue. "You should write down and sell that information. Because you're amazing." Aimi did not expect her day to turn as favorably as it had. She had just planned on eating like a raging fiend at Ichiraku's and going home. But it turned out better than she ever hoped. Everything that had happened today was just on the chance that Habiki happened to be in the same place at the same time as she was. but she was grateful it had ended the way it had. In a way, she had shed her skin like she did in her Sage form. From meek and quiet to wild in the bed, and that metaphorical skin shedding had all been for Habiki, and nobody else. her tongue was so sweet, as his tongue probed her mouth, her soft and slithery tongue began teasing his. Not to the point where he'd accidently prick his tongue on one of her fangs, but just enough for him to know that she was enjoying what he was doing. She smiled softly as he played with her breast, and she spoke,"Anything and everything I could get my handssssss on. It was often joked that I was a losssssst Akimichi child with how much I could eat." She'd be damned if she didn't realized how lucky of a girl she was. A mating of a Hyuga and an Uchiha. Nobody had ever tried it before. And if they had, nobody had ever talked about it. "So you'll be used to having a round belly?" He joked with her, finishing demonstrating his immense physical love for her by bringing his arms arms around her and rolling both ninja onto their left sides to cuddle with her a little more appropriately despite still having his raging monstrous boner still stiff inside her, keeping their business nice and plugged and sparing his silky sheets from the unfortunate fate that would befall it if he let that fat busted nut escape her like it nature would direct. Now with his arms around her, he released her from the bonds and then held her belly with both of his palms. "Nine months is going to feel like forever. I feel like a kid again, the night before a celebration of my birthday." Habiki admitted to his Hyuga lover. His princess. Grazing along the side of her neck with the bridge of his his nose. "Time for sleep, I'll keep you all snug here with my body until we're ready to figure out our plans in the morning." He took charge again, laying off some of the potential baby talk as he figured he did enough of a number on any sort of pride she might have carried walking into this relationship with his rough and wild mating of her in such a dominate position. Now he wanted to be accommodating, someone she can rest beside with a smile. Aimi's serpentine eyes were wide open when he teased her by saying she would be used to having a round belly. Not that she ever had one before, she was blessed with a fast metabolism, but she knew what he was getting at. She was happily laying on her left side. Sex was incredible, but cuddling was just as nice. It felt nice to be free again, and she smiled, letting the snake sage transformation fade, letting her soft and smooth scales turn back to soft and smooth flesh. She spoke,"Well beloved, it won't be so long if we keep ourselves occupied." She shivered when he teased the side of her neck with his nose. She said nothing else, she was already letting sleep claim her. She was warm and comfortable, and that was what mattered. Everything was going so perfectly, and she really couldn't ask for anything else. Except to maybe go on a mission with him. She had heard of his legendary skills, but never saw them in person. No Hokage in the village had ever placed an Uchiha and a Hyuga on the same team together for whatever reason. Hopefully that would change soon. Together, an Uchiha and a Hyuga could do a shit ton of damage. "That's the truth. I'll see you in the morning, Princess." He'd place tender kisses along her soft neck numerous times throughout the night until he found his chance to truthfully, easily fall asleep. And he would do so with his prize in his arms, his beautiful woman to nuzzle up to and kiss and touch and fuck until his heart went out. Which, thanks to Sage Mode and a lot of training, just wouldn't happen anyway. He was too durable. If the desire struck him they wouldn't have fallen asleep in this embrace after just one massive climax. No, next time he planned to make her cum so hard her eyes would be nearly crossed and she'd lose the ability to close her legs in his presence. Maybe. She was most certainly willful should the need to be so introduced itself to her. He's watched Aimi from time to time, after all. It was difficult to divide Habiki from his passions. Aimi and homicide seemed to fit like gloves in this category. He was just really really good at what he does. That unfortunately meant taking the lives of others.He'd wake up in the morning the the goal of preparing something for her before she awoke but he somehow doubt her beautiful rear could feel him pull out without waking. His right hand roamed her body freely, rubbing her belly and her hips in a way that somehow portrayed the idea that he could rub her cunt or play with her breasts all he wanted to, he wasn't afraid to make her feel good with her body while she slept, but he didn't like the idea of waking her up too early if she needed more rest. She did receive one monstrous dicking. Before she fell asleep, she was smirking since Habiki picked up on what she was implying they could do with their time during those sweet nine months. That thought alone allowed her a very peaceful and happy sleep with quite the perverted dream. When he woke up, she instinctively curled up where he had touched her, enjoying the sensation. but she did not wake. Aimi was a very heavy sleeper. She did not wake up until she was ready to wake up. Drool was leaking out of the corner of her mouth. Much as she was appreciating her newfound love of sex, there was one thing that was its equal, and that was being out on a mission. She hadn't been able to nab any S rank missions yet, but she was always hoping for the day she'd get one before she made jonin, since only jonin got the good missions. Little did she know, her luck was going to change rather quickly. Habiki would hear a pounding at his door. Watching his busty princess react to his touches in her sleep was quite heart warming for Habiki. He slept alone, usually. And despite a goodnight's sleep tonight he couldn't stop himself from touching her body now that he was awake. Caressing her breasts more, smoothing down over her belly and rubbing thighs. Her heart belonged to him, but her body did too. That was their relationship. There was no room for modesty between them now. He was hers and she was his. Could there be something more wholesome? Probably, but in Habiki's heart there was nothing more he could ever want than to hold Aimi close and to keep her warm and comfortable and explore her forever. That is, until a knock hit the door and he was annoyed to the point that his features reverted to normal and his sharingan flared in his eyes. The tomoe rotated in their pattern before stopping finally at his fully matured sharingan with their red glow seemingly piercing right through the floor to the front door, even his eyebrows twitched a little in his obscene attitude at this intrusive sound.He'd sigh and slowly pull out of Aimi before wrapping her up and letting his stiff cock finally rest to it's natural resting state, leaving the room to pluck up a pair of boxers and shorts, pulling them on as he marched down his stairs simultaneously. Demonstrating his sheer mastery of movement and complete control of his body as the tasks were completed without pausing a step or falling. He'd pull open the door and narrow his eyes to the Hyuga Elder, his Sharingan fading in a blink as he smiled a little and leaned up against the door frame with folded arms. "So they still let old birds out of their creaking cages?" He teased a little before softening his look for the older male. "Why have you come all the way here? It's surely important, I trust that you feel the same tension I do when I'm on your side of Konoha." Habiki looked down now as moved to shrug. "Whether you feel that way or not isn't a big deal, you're safe around here. We're all members of Honoha." Aimi shifted a bit when he pulled out of her, but otherwise did not wake up. She was still out cold. Last night had been quite exhausting, after all. Even the continuing knocking did not wake her up, knocking that only ended when Habiki opened his door, meeting the face of a disapproving looking elder of the Hyuga clan. The elder spoke, even his voice sounded disapproving,"Subside, Uchiha Habiki. I'm here to ask you a few questions. Hyuga Aimi did not come home to the Hyuga compound last night, and people report last seeing her in your company. My question is this: Do you know where she is?" He didn't need to say how important she was to the clan. All main family members were important, but Aimi was more important than the rest. Her other kekkei genkais aside from the Byakugan gave her a much higher status in the clan, making her a worthy heiress in case something happened to Hiashi and or Hanabi. The other main house members were strong, but they just didn't even come close to holding a candle to Aimi's strength and power. They did not want her branch of the Hyuga dying with her. Habiki didn't care for the way this particular Hyuga was behaving. Perhaps at his age, in his situation, Habiki would do the same thing. But, he wasn't in that situation. He had a Princess of his own, a beauty laying in his bed with a womb still glazed with his cum. Habiki was a young buck, and this man before him didn't even breach the radar in terms of threats he'd have to look out for. He had no respect for the old bird, especially after his attempts to empathize went ignored. The Uchiha's eyes narrowed as his piercing gaze turned to full blast right into the eyes of the man standing before him. He'd even stand up straight now too. "I have no clue where that woman is. If you didn't want to wind up in this situation you should have gotten better information, or a leash. Now, you're humbly invited to leave this compound." His own tone was a match, shutting the door immediately as his words finished. Though, he wouldn't flash his sharingan to this old man. He didn't need anything more than body language and a line to tell him to get out of here.Returning upstairs to his room, Habiki didn't turn on the light as he crawled into bed over his sleeping Aimi, HIs arms keeping his upper body just shy from pressing her own right into the bed but his lower body rubbed his hips against her thigh and ass, poking her with his cock incidentally but not in an unwelcomed fashion. He'd imagine anyway. As she was still on her side he took the opportunity to lick up on her neck again, over and over. He wanted to wake her up lewdly. "C'mon, love. Let's get a shower and visit the Hokage today." He'd groan a little in his words as he played with her. His goal to make her horny again being worn so boldly in his actions and even the way he spoke. Between entering his room and leaving that front door, Habiki dropped the clothes he did pull on in almost a flash. The Hyuga elder was not happy at such a short and curt response. Of course, he could use his Byakugan to tell if he was lying or not, but it was very heavily frowned upon to use the Byakugan in Uchiha territory, and likewise. He would not be one to break protocol. But he eventually did leave. Aimi whined a little when he woke her up, she had been really comfortable. But still, the way his tongue scraped along her neck was very delightful. Her arm and hand reached out for his cock as she felt it poke her leg and thigh. She sweetly spoke, her voice was as wicked sounding as could be,"You're getting hard. Want some in the shower?" If he would wake her up in a perverted manner, she would talk to him in an equally perverted manner. She did need a shower for certain though, she smelled quite heavily of sweat and sex. The Uchiha compound was quite nice, if she didn't look at all the dark eyes, she could almost imagine she was in the Hyuga compound. Both clans had people with dark, dark hair. His body moved to help her hand get to his cock, his grin growing as he watched her eyes and her lips with a warm look. In truth, there'd be hell to pay if the Byakugan was used to fish out Habiki's lie. After all, Aimi was here of her own accord and the rules that apply here only go to that extent. Habiki wouldn't let an ounce of nonsense into the conversation about her responsibilities or what the nosy elder hyuga wanted. No, what matters here and the law on this situation would be Aimi's desires, and he'd figure her hand getting to his cock and her words she had to share about him wanting some in the shower too was consent enough from his lover. "I'd love it in the shower. Let's explore each other there too." He spoke softer now that he had her awake, moving to kiss her lips several times. He'd speak again when the kiss finished. "Sometimes the Hokage just needs a very subtle and gentle reminder of who he can rely on and what sort of talent he has access too. I'm sure there's some S rank chore he can't quite find a good shinobi for, and that should be more than fun for us." If she moved even a little to get up, he'd help her out of bed and touch her hair while looking into her eyes. Constantly checking her current state, looking for her reaction to his words. Aimi was merrily stroking his huge length up and down the way she knew he would like her doing so. When he spoke about exploring each other in the shower, her grin turned so wicked it would make even the Devil run for the hills. She happily kissed his soft, warm lips back, happily accepting his assistance in getting her butt out and off his bed, and she spoke,"I'm glad to hear that. I haven't had a good challenge in a long time, and besides, the dangerous missions make the most money." Not that she needed any, she had plenty of wealth, both her own and money that belonged to the clan in general, but extra cash never hurt anybody. She loved how he touched her hair, normally, anybody that so as much as tried to touch a strand would get swatted away, but a touch from Habiki was more than welcome. She spoke,"So, lead the way!" If his bedroom was any indication of how lavish decoration was, she couldn't wait to see the shower. Oh, the heat of the water would really get them both going! Her strokes along his lengthy girth up and down was like a rush of water overtaking a hot dry desert in his heart. The sensation soothed past his nerves washing pleasure throughout his body quite evenly despite the attention being in one place. This was just how males worked, it seemed. At least for Habiki. All he needed was this sort of attention and he'd be greatly aroused by it, and Aimi wasn't an innocent wall flower. Her wicked grin would probably send goosebumps down the spine of anyone who wasn't prepared for it. The man that stood before her, touching her hair while she rubbed his meat simply warmly looked back into her eyes. With his look, it was easy to see, she was the pearl of his life. "Dangerous missions won't exist with your eyes looking out for me." He spoke in a much softer way than ever before. To her request to be lead, he took her literally by cupping her plump ass in one of his large hands squishing her rear, fondling her as he lead her across the hall to the nearest room, and opening the door for her.With the lights on a large room with polished smooth rock panels for walls and floors had been revealed. The door to the closet where towels are stored had it's door barely adjacent because otherwise it wouldn't be seen easily. A relatively simple potty stood next to the sink in the corner closest to the entrance, but half the room was taken up by shower heads hanging over a series of stone seats with numerous drains. There were an assortment of shower supplies sitting upon shelves all around. Aimi was smirking as she gave Habiki's sweet cock some good manual loving, she was thoroughly enjoying how much harder he was getting under her ministrations. She nodded when he mentioned her eyes, and she spoke,"Don't forget, the Byakugan does have a blind spot, though the clan has developed techniques to make up for it. I do hope you get to see my other kekkei genkais in action though soon enough." She was smiling while he lead her to his bathroom. She whistled in appreciation, it looked magnificent. She sweetly spoke,"What would somebody used to living on his own need such a massive bathroom for?" Everything looked so beautiful in here. The architect that put this place together deserved an award for how well built this place was. Now this was going to be hers soon enough, and she was so excited for that. Everything was so beautiful here, and she couldn't be happier. They'd be washing each other, and just that mere thought was enough to get her wet. His hand remained on her rear even after they got to the bathroom and she began to express herself about it. Her comment about the Byakugan's blindspot was rather interesting, but he didn't think it could possess such a large blindspot that she'd fail to cover his back while he was fighting. They were beyond competent, and they'd be more than fine. He'd nod to her comment about her other useful assets, and it reminded him briefly about how he felt about his own large library of abilities. "I was raised by merchants and the original building didn't used to belong to me. And hey, the more space the merrier when you gotta do more than just stand single file under a single spout of water. What if I decide to sit on the other side of the shower that day? I have the choice! There's always room for more." He winked to her about the comment, noting a look to her that maybe she didn't intend to portray. She seemed aroused and he loved it.He'd finish touching her rear in lewd circular rubs before moving to the seat in the center already facing her, sitting such that he could lean back against the wall and spread his legs to put his hardened cock and massive pair of testicles on full display. The glimmer of the white panel lights enchanting the room silently, bringing his own glow to life even as he reached over and turned the knobs for a mix of very hot water and mildly cool water to begin pouring in a wonderful pattern. It'd spray down onto the nearly invisible set of drains along the floor that wouldn't uncomfortably affect feet. The path narrowly missed his hair and left an arc that was just enough room for her to kneel between his knees and service him. And with the way he raised his hand with his palm out to invite her over to take his hand, he was suggesting she'd do so. Like long time lovers, he communicated to her suggestively entirely without words in this case. The Byakugan's blind spot was rather small when you thought about it, but it was still a blind spot none the less. When he explained why everything was so big, she nodded since she understood now. Her ass was so soft, if he kept squeezing the one area, he'd leave a permanent indentation on her ass in the shape of one of his hands. She looked very pleased when he spread his legs in front of her. She was pretty fucking sure he felt the same joy when she spread her legs for him. She could feel the area begin warming up already from the water stream, and she loved it. She took his hand, and she got on her knees in front of him, and took his length into her mouth, and began to give him what he so dearly wanted, a blow job. She was doing a much better job than what she had given him yesterday. She wanted nothing more than to please him. By doing this, she knew they'd be bright and full of energy before going to the Hokage. Hopefully they'd do this every morning! Having her join him and take his hand was beyond pleasant. This was a feeling he didn't want to live without, not even for a second. Spending so much as a day without his Aimi would surely be a pain for Habiki now that he's being saturated in her warmth, her love and her mouth around his cock. Blowing him directly into a state of having to close his eyes here and there and groaning fairly often to her moves to pleasure him. Of course he'd play with her, touch her, and mate her till the dogs come home. For as long as her heart is in it, he'd find every single inch of her fully capable of arousing him to fill stiffness without even an ounce of a problem. Though, it helped that Habiki was so biologically masculine. He didn't present a single sign of losing his youthful strong abilities to pleasure the wonderfully blessed Hyuga woman. Of course they'd find themselves behaving this way every morning! It was beginning to be a brain teaser for Habiki as he considered how they were meant to get anything but sex done when they were so in tuned with each other like this. So readily available for pleasuring each other, like this. "Oh fuck, that's good." He groaned with these words, taking the back of her head and guiding her into being somehow more aggressive with her intake of his massive cock. it was simply amazing having gone from sharing a bowl of ramen to fucking like wild animals. Stuff like that only happened in perverted story books. When he openly said that what she was doing was good, that gave her all the initiative she needed to take his length further into her mouth and throat, not even needing his guidance as much. The heat from the water was getting stronger and stronger, turning her on further. Her gentle fingers began to gently fondle and massage his large testicles, she was leaving no bit of him without attention. Besides, if she could swallow his seed, she'd be a happy camper, it'd be further proof of her ability to properly sexually pleasure him, proof that she was getting better at pleasing him. Soon, her throat was bulging out. Her free hand began to rub the bulged out area, and she was hoping that the visual of her doing such an action would please him greatly. He noticed that something about Aimi grew even more engaged. Like something about this act, the scenario in which it was happening or something he said had some uniquely positive effect that he didn't anticipate. But, he didn't say a lot. Whatever it was he longed to isolate such an ability so that he could awaken this side Aimi when needed. He felt her hand attempting to pay his balls attention proportionate to their size, though he wondered if he asked her to do the same except proportionate to the sheer amount of cum he summons for her he was sure that she'd have to worship is virile pair with her mouth. The thought couldn't stand a ghost of a chance compared to the beautiful sight that lay before him and the sensation of her throat bulging to fit him. Toss in the fact that she was rubbing him through said bulge and his breathing hitched between groans as he gave her a seriously aroused look. He could bust a nut down her throat for her eager lips any second at this rate. Aimi's pale eyes sparkled wickedly, she was going to do something again, something she had tried yesterday, something he had seemed to enjoy. The seal on her Byakugan had worn off some time during the night, that or he had removed it, so she activated her Byakugan, and touched him, once more stimulating his chakra points. He reacted well to her doing that yesterday, so she saw no reason not to try it again. If he reacted favorably again, she was definitely adding chakra point stimulation to their routine. Once she was done working his chakra points, her hands were back to their original positions. She wanted that seed of his, she fucking needed it. How else would she know if she was doing a good job other than the noises he made? Noises could be made to humor people, but the physical reaction, climaxing, that told no lies. She began working his cock more feverishly now, now knowing that speed was an important part of oral sex. As she stimulated his Chakra points his eyes firmly shut with his groans. He was enjoying himself so much that it was growing difficult to fight the flow of Nature chakra that so readily flowed through his body now sinking into him with his stimulated chakra points. Her touch was always so opposite to his own. She was methodical and intricate compared to his concentrated violence. What made him lose it was the combined fronts of direct activation of his Chakra points flooding him with his own power on top of her greater speed of bobbing up and down on his meat. It felt so good that he wished he had the Byakugan to peer through his eyelids that were now so firmly shut on Instinct. Even as his body rocked and ached with passion and pleasure from her efforts, she likely very innocently didn't consider how painful Bat sage mode would be to flip on under the strong light panels above them. He'd bite his bottom lip as he took he back of her head once more to trap her youthful beautiful face at his cock's base. She wouldn't need prior experience to read the sheer lack of focus and strength exerted by his large right hand now holding her head, his fat cock quaking within her. He was climaxing, but he bit his lip harder to fight the need to fucking growl her name. He wanted to save that for something a little more special that this moment. Just a little more special, that is. She did fill his heart and chest with such a fuzzy tingly warmth, even now. He'd release his lip, a mighty groan rolling in his throat as he finally peered down to her with his frightening hypnotic sharingan activated. "Aimi." He spoke to her with his partly opened eyes in his gravely lower strained voice with a wide sharp grin. And right at this moment the hot sticky torrent unleashed itself inside of her once more. Like a baby making train taking a new set of tracks. Aimi was very much enjoying seeing how Habiki's body was reacting to her stimulating his chakra points. Blood pressure. Heart rate. Hormonal changes. Chakra fluctuations. It was mesmerizing to watch with her Byakugan even as she hungrily sucked on his cock like it was her god damned life line. When he climaxed, she eagerly swallowed down all she could, though the sheer amount of semen leaked out of her mouth by the corners of her lips. She used to be wary of the Sharingan, just as all children of the Leaf were taught to do so, but not anymore, since her beloved had the Sharingan. Eyes stared, red with tomoe and featureless white, into each other. Oh, the children they'd have. Her hopes were that they'd be as powerful and great as her and Habiki, but preferably surpass them both. She was fighting tooth and nail to suppress her Snake Sage form, and damn, it was hard, but she did it. She looked at him with utter adoration, even as she continued swallowing his cum down. She wanted to make him happy for the rest of their lives, no matter how long or short they would be. Of course, what male couldn't appreciate this very sight? A beautiful woman naked and on her knees before him. Her heart and body pledged to him as he could read it in her exotic yet dangerous eyes that adored the man they rest upon now. So much cum flowing right down her throat in the shape of gulps that it oozed back and escaped her lips at the corners, making her appear even more adorable and innocent despite the act being the opposite of both of those things. And his fat girthy length remaining in her mouth. Habiki knew of no man that deserved this sort of sight produced by the prestiged, the gorgeous, Aimi Princess of the Hyuga. But, with her eyes on him now he could tell she chose him for that throne. And she warmed him that much more. A hearty blowjob under the mists of a shower head blasting hot water at a great water pressure, what more could a physically active young man like Habiki ever ask for? She made him happy, and it was time for him to show her in a few more ways, besides for the ways he already did including the sounds she summoned from his lips and the pregnancy inducing virile load of cum he busted right into her throat and mouth so readily.He'd stand over her as he raised from his seat, letting the hot water run right into his dark black hair and roll down his shoulders, cleansing him as he watched her from above with his cock in her mouth. "You're something else, Aimi, my love." He smiled with her name leaving his mouth with every ounce of his love riddled into the precise moment he uttered the pair of sounds that made up her given name. He cherished it, and he let her know that even going so far as watching her with love written in his eyes. His hands took to her cheeks as he brushed his cum from her cheeks with his thumbs and slowly retrieved his cock from her mouth and letting it rest along her face over the bridge of her nose and her forehead. "I'm never going to get used to this sight. Who needs rich parents and christmas when I have all I could ever want doing precisely what my bones ache for without even so much as a vocal cue?" He spoke of her more fondly even as his words were a little vulgar, his Sharigan reading her Byakugan as he looked down to her in the lewd position he had her in and his hands on her cheeks.He'd lean down to gather her up to her feet and turn her around so he could pin her up against the wall with his body against her plush womanly figure and his lips pressing to her own. He was distracting her intentionally with the kiss and hypnotic eyes upon her own acute and powerful pair, but his actions and his lips with her own with intense hints of his affection for her. A single hand plucked a long white bottle up from a shelf space nearby as his thumb flicked the top of the cucumber scented body wash and lotion clean off before he'd quickly lather it into his open cupped other hand and then only breaking the kiss to free up her lips as he ran these hands directly over her breasts. Working circles into her bosom's flesh to display his enthusiasm for her body and intentionally keeping her lips free to hear her thoughts on the matter or whatever form of sounds in favor of or protest against such things. Either way, he needed to hear them as he loved her voice, even his eyes would suggest he intended to coax such things out of her. Once he finished leaving a soapy lathered layer over her large breasts he'd move down her body, paying more attention to her hips and her rear and inner thighs than other areas, but still soaping up her wonderful body with his strong and incredibly precise hands. He was the Prince of the Uchiha Clan. She was the Princess of the Hyuga clan. And yet, she wanted more, she wanted the throne of Queen. There was so much prestige that came with being a head of a clan. People always listened to you, they didn't ignore you. You got god damned respect. She gave him the most adoring look her eyes could muster when he told her that she truly was something else. She gulped in air when he removed his massive cock from her mouth, giving him head was much harder than it looked. She looked very naughty when he spoke once more, and she softly spoke,"Some desires need no words for those said desires to be granted, you and I both know that." She accepted his assistance in getting up, she enjoyed how the water rinsed her mouth out good. She laughed, she eagerly took his kiss, happily reciprocating. She breathed in the scent of cucumber, it was so close to the scent she had back at home. She softly groaned when he ran his soapy hands over her breasts, playing with them as he wanted. God damn, she loved how he played with her boobs. Of course, she thoroughly enjoyed him soaping up the rest of her body, but she enjoyed it the most when he gave her breasts some cucumber scented loving. She sweetly spoke, not reaching for the soap just yet in case he wanted a different bottle,"Habiki Ready for me to soap you up?" Of course it was her physical responses to his loving of her body that he sought. He could always imagine touching her, and touching her was beyond heavenly and that went double for her breasts, but it was the way he could just downright sense her love for his acts. His big soapy hands over her body was a love letter he'd write again and again and it'd never grow old. If she opened her sultry lips to weave little obvious lies about still needing cleaning for her dirty body, he'd lather her up again and again. She was his queen without a doubt and he'd do a lot of silly shit for her with or without the request for it. But, there's something he hoped she understood from the get go. She was a queen in his arms and in their house, but that didn't come at the cost or reduction in how much of a maverick and sovereign King he'd be, and she was part of that domain. Her body was his, her heart is his, and wage war for her love if it ever faltered even just the slightest. There may not have been much of a fight to claim her as she devoted herself to him to his immense satisfaction, but make no mistake: She was a woman worth fighting for. A queen he'd bleed for. Again and again and again without a shred of regret or doubt. She's his. Even if a day somehow came when she wanted another, he'd perhaps feel a little better for any other man that'd seek such a future. Because he's a fighter, and he'd tooth and nail every savage bone breaking gut rending punch he'd need to throw. His. And he means it with the way his sharingan reads her soul behind her beautiful byakugan as he watched her now and listened to her words intently. The world around them was meaningless by comparison. It was a nice house, an extravagant shower, but he paid it now mind as long as he had her enchanting voice and naughty words to listen to, her love to read with his eyes and her body to cherish with his hands. "Is it not enough to have your tongue clean my body mighty Snake Sage chan?" He used the honorific to punctuate his humor that rang alongside his dirty teasing. He'd chuckle a little lowly so close to her lips that she could feel it faintly before she could hear it. "The same body wash would do fine for me, Love." She decided to play his own game, and softly replied upon properly taking the bottle,"Hmmm, not if you want the Hokage to smell what we've been doing, my dear Bat Sage senpai!" The inside joke of the Hyuga clan was that he could smell out ramen in any form up to a few miles away, even itty bitty cup noodles. To put it simply, he had a good sense of smell. She had her lush lower lip underneath her upper teeth, it was a trick that she knew men just adored seeing. She didn't see the appeal behind it, but then again, she wasn't a male. As she took the soap bottle, she began her good work. It wasn't quite as sensual as how he had soaped her up, but it was more of a massage than anything, designed to get him loose before the day's activities, and her Byakugan helped her read out everything going on with his muscles. Of course, she paid very close attention to his lower parts, but even his lower parts got every bit of careful attention as the rest of his body did. A hidden skill of the clan was that everyone was a good physical therapist, and more than a few became medic nin because of how good the Byakugan was at seeing the problem's of the body. Habiki was perfectly healthy, but a good massage never hurt anybody, especially when Aimi's hands were the ones doing the massaging. "And what if I don't care for a second that the whole village knows you're mine?" Habiki asked semi playfully with more serious undertones. He'd let her get his body lathered up with her eyes guiding her skillful hands, showing for her analytic eyes that he did increase in heart rate or add tension as she touched him this time. He calmed his whole body and remained open to her touch completely. With his mastery of many techniques including Sage jutsu his control of his body waa immense and he used this to his advantage as she touched him to send her a message. This love letter wasn't written words, the medium of delivery wasn't necessarily by hand and he didn't jot it down on paper with any pen. No, he used self control on par with the ability to pause his own heart beat or slow his circulatory system in order to display trust beyond believe or fact. He looked into her eyes as she looked him over and administered her touch, showing her that he had no doubts about her love for him, her equal desire to protect and please him that he knew mirrored his own for her. "And excuse me, but that's God King Emperor Sage of the prestigious Bats and the enlightened father of all of your fertilized eggs to you." He took their newly founded silly joke to the furthest extent of parody that he could summon before wrapping his arms around her. He starter guiding her back into the hot water with him to rinse their bodies simultaneously. Aimi's eyes sparkled with mischief when he said that he didn't care what people thought. Indeed, it would send clan politics into one hell of an uproar, and she couldn't wait to see that happen. God almighty, it was artwork in motion to her as she saw how his body worked through her eyes. Soon enough, she was finished with her good work, and he was all nicely as lathered up as she was. Her eyes widened when she 'received' his message. It was the most beautiful thing in the world to have gotten. They had no doubts about the love that they had for each other, and she was glad for that. She rolled her eyes at his very long made up title, and she spoke,"Ehhhhh Too many words to remember." She laughed as they were both rinsing off simultaneously. Although to be fair, the names that were rattling around inside her head were just as long and incredibly perverted. She spoke,"Sooner or later, we'll have to think of names, and you know that. Any ideas in mine, my precious Prince?" "I don't know about precious." He growled playfully as he brushed his cheek against her own and moved around her to hold her belly and kiss to her neck. She didn't have much of a belly at the moment as she was in great shape on top of being so incredibly womanly in her figure. He could play with her breasts lovingly or aggressively all damn day and that went double for her plush ass that was so perfect for his long fat cock's pounding that it was righteous. Did they have to leave the shower so soon? He'd find himself getting horny all over again just thinking about her like this. "Well let's see..." He started, tilting his head. "No offense, but I don't find myself particularly drawn to any male names from the Hyuga family that I know of. I've heard of Hyuga Neji before, but I'm not super sure of that idea either." He started, licking her neck lewdly in firm circles just beneath her jaw as he rubbed her belly. His cock would also start to grow fully erect between her thighs and attempt standing beneath her even though the core of her body kept such from happening since he was taller. "Hiruzen or Minato Uchiha has a nice ring to it and those names aren't drawn from either of our clans necessarily." He'd get a generous handful of her ass as he looked down to her with perversions written across his eyes almost as if he was engaging her brain in a soft genjutsu all about the wonderful countless ways her body can receive his seed. "And take note, those are all male names. Make of that what you will." "Oh, my sweet beloved, you are so precious to me in so many ways that I can't even put into words because I don't know how to phrase those ways." she slyly spoke, smiing as his hands once more found themselves at her stomach. She softly whispered,"Like feeling up my belly when it's flat? You'll like it more when I'm nice and round." God damn, she could really go for another round of fucking, but they had way too much to do in the hours ahead of themselves... She spoke softly,"Hyuga Neji was the genius of the Hyuga clan before me. He was a member of the branch family, and he figured out how to use main family techniques by simple observation, and that in of itself is supposed to be impossible." She let out a lewd moan when he licked her neck, and she'd be damned if she didn't say how aroused she was at feeling how erect his cock was. She slyly spoke,"The names of Lord Third and Lord Fourth, I see. Names from Clan Sarutobi and Clan Namikaze." Her eyes went wide when he began to fondle her so sweetly plump ass, and she spoke,"Then if we have daughters... Tsunade and Sakura." Both were her teachers, and if she had a daughter, that daughter of hers was definitely getting one of those names, if not both. Of course, Kabuto wasn't a bad name either for a son, he was also one of her teachers. He didn't dwell too long on name suggestions she tossed back that he didn't necessarily feel strongly for. Even as the biological father of the offspring they were talking about whose name would be carried with them for the rest of their lives, Habiki was more concerned with raising them properly. Darkness followed the hearts of Uchiha everywhere and given that the genetics look promising for their children there would certainly come a time when these kids could look down their nose at less fortunate shinobi. Respect. Habiki resolved to himself in this moment that he'd engrave it in their souls if it costs him anything else. Where would Naruto be without it? And that was a man who was clearly talented in his own right given the stories Habiki has had the opportunity to overhear from time to time. "You could give me my own little Tsuna?" He joked softly, remembering tales about this relationship between the first hokage and his granddaughter Tsunade from his traveling merchant parents who witnessed some of it first hand and heard the rest from their parents. "That'd be rather nice." He whispered softly to her neck, licking it again as he rubbed his cock against her beautiful cunt in an attempt to arouse a heat from her once more. Making her frustrated in this sense while they were out about doing their business would be the most satisfying way to punish her for not quite understanding what he meant by the listing of male names. Habiki wanted boys. But, he'd be a liar if he said that he wouldn't find the dynamic of Aimi wanting girls to be a fun little bit of teasing for the pair to enjoy together. They could always enjoy each other. At the end of the day, he was pretty certain that Aimi wouldn't let him name a boy of theirs Madara so Neji was out of the window in terms of a possibility through sheer fairness. Even if it was a name he rather liked. And as for Sakura, well, her relation to that scum was a good enough reason to not name one of their daughters after her. Kabuto was a curious anomaly in Habiki's mind. At the end of the day, he rather like the concept that Kabuto represented but reality was sort of different. Even with the way that man's story unfolded to appear to be somewhat positive, Habiki's heart ached with a mixture of nostalgia and missed opportunity. All he tastes after even hearing the name is regret. And he didn't know why. Habiki didn't know the man himself.He'd press his cock's bulbous rock hard head to her entrance and press hard enough to enter her just before forming a handsign between his free hand and the correct hand to mirror his own and then spitting a fireball right at the shower head. The ball was small enough to be dispersed into additional steam that quickly filled the room as he shut off the showers and plucked up a towel, chuckling darkly as he stepped out of the bathroom and dried himself off as he awaited his lover that he played with in such childish but fun ways. Well, subjectively childish. The sexual tension he layered in was much more young adult ish. Immature, perhaps. He didn't feel the need to be chokingly strict and overly mature around Aimi, and it was a good feeling. Aimi knew she and Habiki had to raise their children right. While darkness followed an Uchiha heart, arrogance followed a Hyuga heart. While arrogance had to be earned, and the Hyuga were quite a dangerous clan given the clan's main kekkei genkai, arrogance made some of her clansmen real jerks. She sweetly spoke,"With the strength and power to match. She had great physical strength before using her chakra to enhance her own physical capabilities." Which was why, even though Tsunade was somewhere in her late sixties and early seventies, she was still a very dangerous kunoichi. She tended to 'overdo' it with her own capabilities, using chakra enhanced strength to truly brutalize some poor bastard while also using any one of the given Eight Trigrams techniques. She liked to show off, she couldn't help herself. Why develop fancy moves when you couldn't use them? She shivered when he licked her neck, a breath hitching in her throat when she felt his massive bulbous head rub against her pussy lips. She had a thoughtful look on her face, and she spoke,"Perhaps we can name our sons if we have any after our own fathers, or any other worthy male in our given clans." She wasn't personally going to say it, though she secretly liked the name Madara. There was fear and respect with the name, and a hell lot of power, being the first to gain access to the Rinnegan after the Sage of the Six Paths. There were plenty of worthy women in each of their clans to name their daughters after. She let out a lewd sound when he just barely entered her, and made a noise of frustration when he pulled out. The additional steam felt wonderful, and she never felt cleaner. She got a towel, and quickly dried herself off. She quickly got her clothes on, she was ready for the day, ready to kick some ass and show off. Once dressed they left together for the office of the Hokage, Naruto's dwelling place it would seem. Of course, Habiki didn't know if he felt sorry for Boruto or oddly pleased with the way he's turning out without getting to be smothered by the nurturing nature that he felt from the Hokage. Habiki was absolutely smothered by his parents. In a way, his intent to practice ninjutsu and visit the cave that the bats he summons come from was a way to crane his face away from his parents and finally earn himself some free time. Maybe that's why he put up with bleeding from his broken fingers and failing to breathe fast enough to replace the oxygen he needed and ultimately passing out. Or at least, that had to have been the reason at first. The sister he had that nobody in the village knew about was another good reason for him to become strong. If he didn't surpass his older sister before finally coming home to the leaf village for the first time in his whole life, she'd be here to torment him with her sadistic and powerful mangekyou eyes even further. The starved and frightened shade he used to be would be painted in the minds of the peers that currently revere him and his status among them would have never raised to this extent with such a reputation. No. He had to put that criminal away before she could hurt anyone else, and having his parents forget the pain of her supremely narcissistic and abusive ti raids. Even his lover should never know that he isn't actually an only child.He'd step out the door of the Hokage's office before Aimi could, grinning over his shoulder at her as he'd give her plenty of room to shut the door. "No witnesses. Contents of the vessel to be kept so secret that even we can't check it to make sure it's in there It's that sensitive. And traveling to another country... What an interesting missing, don't you agree?" He'd scan her face carefully after his comment to register whether she was excited, nervous or indifferent for such a lethally dangerous and physically demanding mission. It did pay well, after all. The tall man with a dark aura and his trademark Uchiha signature looks didn't look away from her as he ignored the onlookers who most likely noticed on their walk to visit Naruto that this incredibly good looking pair was being very close today. In a way, Habiki wondered if there were those in their peer group that already predicted this duo would wind up together. Aimi hated how clans that had hiden jutsus just seemed to vegetate, not even bothering to learn nature transformation techniques, or even combine nature transformation with hiden jutsus, just as she had with the Gentle Fist techniques. The clan techniques of the Hyuga were already devastating, but adding nature transformation turned devastation into outright overkill. Part of Aimi's reasoning for doing it was to see if it was even possible. And indeed it was. She had managed to add the Water, Wind, and Lightning nature transformation to the Gentle Fist techniques. She was currently trying to see if she could add her kekkei genkais to the Gentle Fist techniques, Ice Style and Storm Style. She hadn't been successful as of yet, not that it would stop her from trying. Aimi was smirking when they left the Hokage's office, this mission sounded dangerous as hell, and she was thrilled! Her first S rank mission, and she spoke,"No witnesses means we can go all out. I live for missions like that, it allows me to see how truly strong I've gotten. Don't you feel the same way?" She looked very excited, she was looking for an excuse to use two new medical ninjutsu she had been developing with Tsunade for the past few years, nature transformations added to Cherry Blossom Clash and Heaven Kick of Pain. She had a violent streak a mile wide, but was good at hiding it. Habiki looked down to his palms after her question. There wasn't a streak of amusement across his face this time like one would expect there to be. His palms were upturned with his fingers partially curled upward along with this thumbs. He had such large and well practiced hands and for those who have spent only days being a Chunin, the blood that's been shed by these hands couldn't be imaginable. It's been a long, long time since he's had a shred of innocence to cuddle up to at night. Even just a strand of reason and purity to warm his heart and help him sleep. No, Habiki felt darkness in his heart for this sort of mission. No witnesses. That means civilians too. Where's his shame? Where's his concern? Why can't he bring himself to voice those concerns? "I kill too easily, Aimi." He confessed, showing the slightest hint of a morality that ran contrast to his reputation. He still didn't look up as he watched his hands. The hands of a true murderer. It wouldn't be this hard if he could find a fucked up sense of pride in all of this. But, where's the challenge in cutting down the weak for the sake of some possibly politically related mission? Now if he had Naruto's classmates as a lineup to display his monstrous might against, maybe that's something. If he had a good shot at ripping Sasuke's Dojutsu from him and putting an end to that disgraceful man, he'd be so damn excited. He gained this power to put an end to the evils of someone once stronger than himself, and now this Hokage who is supposed to be a pillar of morality is asking him to cut down potentially non threats? "They better put up a fight." He pulled on a bit of a smile, looking to Aimi. "So do I. But that's the job. I've long since accepted that fact." Aimi replied simply. Murder was just part of being a ninja. People died all the time even if it wasn't at the hands of a shinobi. She spoke,"It'd be fun if they put up a fight. But if they don't, they don't. Elimination happens either way. Death doesnotdiscriminate between the saints and the sinners." Death was the only true fair thing in the world, it happened to everyone eventually, be they good or evil, rich or poor, healthy or sick. She actually had a very serious look on her face, not looking at all fluffy and adorable. This was the face and attitude of a being who knew her duty, no matter what the cost was. She had all the arms she needed on hand, having barely used any of them on the mission she had come home from the day before. They were close to the Leaf's border. It honestly felt like yesterday that she was just a wee genin, going on her first mission, even though that first mission was years ago. How times had changed. After a great time travelling, they finally arrived at their destination. Or rather, close enough to where they wouldn't get caught. She activated her Byakugan. Plenty of enemy shinobi and more than a dozen civilians. She spoke,"Any particular strategy on how you want to handle this one?" He was rather un enthused with her need to drop what was adorable and warm about her to speak to him in such a way. "There's more life out there for you to see." Habiki's comment was soft before he reached up and pinched her cheek. "If you get like that when you fight and lose the ability to humor other ideas you'll become a dull knife in the fight to complete the mission and survive to kill again." He narrowed his eyes a bit, concerned. Things weren't set in stone like that at all, but he understood that steadfast sense of duty. Somewhere deep down, there was a time he'd agree with every word she said. But, if she wasn't flexible and prepared for curve balls she was going to get hit by something she could have otherwise evaded, for sure. He was concerned with the look she gave him and he showed it in his eyes. He poked his head before stepping away with a smile. "If you're going to be a weapon you need to be the best weapon for the job, and you'll have to be sharp. That kind of talk gets you going in one direction, but it isn't complete. It needs work. Death isn't necessarily fair. Innocent youths fall ill and perish, men who rape and steal remain healthy and continue to destroy peace on their whim unaffected. And those who never earned their fortunes can afford to extend their livelihood and evade death longer than others. Whether you disagree with the direction I'm going or not, you gotta admit there's holes in that line of thought." He tried to be playful about it, but he dropped it as he started on the direction towards their mission. There wasn't a point in trying to show her why he felt the way he did. His darkness was probably hard to imagine. When he's careless and falls to the self serving excuses of a murderer, going beyond the lines of a mission and having his fun with it, he can get lost in it easily. In that time something truly frightening can be seen. And there wasn't anything wrong with be dutiful, she wasn't technically incorrect. There was just more, in his opinion, to the equation.Once they were there and she spoke to him, he looked to her with his sharingan engaged. "You'll get your opportunity to strut your stuff, love." He already revealed at least the fact that he intended to let her carry a massive combat role in the upcoming assault on the traveling target with the Shinobi and civilians before them. "But, first, I wanna run a little recon." He raised his hands together in the form of the Ram, pricking his thumb after one one of his teeth before slapping it to the ground. In a small buff of smoke A bat with human like facial features about the size of Habiki's head rest upon his shoulder. The bat's eyes also were a pair of Sharingan, and he had his own headband with the Hidden leaf on it that ruffled his lengthy red hair that was parted by sharp little black ears."'Ello miss." His little voice wriggled with an interesting accent before he and Habiki nearly vanished with such an intense speed. A straggler Shinobi bringing up the rear was suddenly set upon by the bat right into his face. The sharingan spinning to engage in Genjutsu as Habiki covered the Shinobi's mouth. Like a reaper of the night he'd haunt the shadows with his bat companion, moving incredibly fast to reduce the odds of their approach being noticed. Putting the Shinobi to sleep before Suffocating them to murder without a sound or scent. But, he had to be quick. Just as he finished he gave a sign to Aimi to attack without discression. Her cheek flushed when he pinched it, normally she never allowed people to touch her in such a way. But then again, Habiki broke a great many rules on what she would not allow people to do to her. He did raise a good point. For better or worse, Aimi had a one track mind about things, and it usually took a great deal for her to consider other views. She smirked when he said that she'd get a chance to show off. She fucking loved showing off and doing what she did best. Murder, murder, and more murder. She smirked when she saw the tiny bat on his shoulder. Much to her own amusement, she found the little bat cute. Her personal mount was a very massive snake, but now wasn't the time for the snake. When he made the sign that she could attack, her face formed a smile. Finally! She could show off what she could do, and how good she was at doing it! She emerged from her hiding spot, leaping high into the air. Her Byakugan were activated, and with that and the attack she was going to use, it would ensure that the jutsu she was going to use would not miss. She rapidly formed the Rat, Tiger, Dog, Snake, and Dragon handsigns, and spoke with great force,"Storm Style: Laser Circus!" The area around Aimi's hands lit up like a very brightly lit Christmas tree, illuminating the area around her, so bright was the light. Several beams of electrical energy that flowed smoothly like water rushed forth from her hands directly towards several shinobi and civilians. The beauty of this technique was that it wasn't one that was affected by how far away one was from a target, it could be used from all ranges, making this a very effective tool to use when eliminating a few or multiple hostiles. She didn't even hear the screaming as the lightning electrocuted the enemies... They were electrocuted and then exploded. She was a shameless murderer, and there were still plenty of people to eliminate. Shuriken and other ninja tools flew at her, and they all disintegrated once they got too close to her as she increased the number of electrical beams to block the tools. She was having a lot of fun, and the wicked, sinful smile on her face showed her delight. He gave her the opportunity to strike first at her discretion. From the vibe she was putting off, he figured she'd be quite cheered by that idea. Recon and speed mixed with a silent lethality was very important for this sort of mission, but Habiki had her covered with his knowledge of the way sound worked thanks to his bat sage experience and his immense speed and shinobi prowess. Anyone that could have alerted the caravan to her presence before she had a chance to hit them hard and face was not only silenced, but eliminated already. Every single backup shinobi that they had roaming the area all around for this very purpose just found themselves deleted from the scenario so quickly that it'd embarrass their ancestor's ancestors. His evil red eyes followed her body with his tomoe spinning as she launched her attack upon the caravan after his signal. Her ferocious techniques shook him just a little as he could tell in terms of sheer fire power she outclassed any given chunin he was currently aware of multiple times over. An interesting jutsu she had used to display as well, offensively and defensively capable with an indifference to the range of her opponents as well. She had an overwhelming force behind her and she clearly brought a whole artillery of useful offensive and sensory techniques with her. He picked a find mate and future bride, and he felt as though they could go and survive anywhere they wanted to just because they felt like it and they'd be masters of their domain and absolutely never find themselves falling prey to the elements or various monsters of the world.What was the most striking feature was her smile. He could do a lot of naughty things to those lips, especially after seeing the way she could twist them to express such an overwhelming set of feelings flowing right through her. In a way, the dark heart that pulsed within his chest and the curse forever haunting him found a small sense of belonging in that smile. Perhaps he'd have to be levelheaded to control the both of them and the wickedness they could so easily inflict on the lesser shinobi that surrounded them. No Witnesses. That was the qualifier involved. And it definitely didn't imply taking survivors with them or hitting their asses with Genjutsu so powerful that they shit bricks and go back to the stone age. No, they were instructed to murder and that's exactly what Habiki was going to do.He'd peel his shirt from his fit chest and toss it over his shoulder before a blur of hand signs were weaved and then his fangs pierced the soft, smooth inner cove of both of his thumbs simultaneously. At this moment the transformation she witness first hand almost immediately took his body right away with his lengthened now grey hair and the nearly see through layer of skin over his eyes and sharpened ears. A pair of large wings black as coal and almost immediately sharing appearance to those of bats had sprouted from around his shoulder blades and folded forward around both of his sides to provide flat surfaces for his hands. In a puff of white smoke, Habiki and a large area around him was immediately obscured visually. Bursting from this white smoke was Habiki's powerful sage form with his newly revealed bat wings, barreling right into the nearest shinobi and disemboweling him with sharp claws before moving on with such speed that he'd be like a flying kunai himself. Slaughtering the lesser ninja with seemingly little thought as a new pair of ninja bats like the first one with different colors and human features springing from the cloud of smoke as well, weaving signs with the corners of their wings before unleashing smaller fire style jutsu techniques upon the prey that Habiki didn't immediately scramble the inside of with his menacing gnarly claws.Following the pair of ninja bats was a uniquely long bat without the same amount of human features, Opening it's giant maw, a bellowing guttural sound consumed the area gradually. Like a massive dome arena completely without light and having most sounds dulled out by the bellows of this giant bat. Human eyes without dojutsu were immediately rendered completely useless in this instant, allowing Habiki and his sharingan ninja bat brigade to dart about the area without even a shred of concern for their own well being. Yes, Aimi outclassed all of those who were currently ranked at chunin. She was an easy shoe in for jonin, she just needed to take her exams and such. She was chomping at the bit to take her exams, though every time the exams came up, she didn't have the time or she was off on a mission and wouldn't be back in time. This time next month, she was bound and determined to take her damn exams, that or pray she got a flat out promotion from the Hokage. That and this time next month, her Reserve Seal would form on her head. She had so much to fucking look towards to in the next month. Aimi was a merciless fighter, she followed mission parameters to the exact letter. Missions such as this one were her favorites, it was rare to get a chance to show off. There was only so much training that one could do, you really could only test your strength properly out in the field. Aimi was excited already, the adrenaline flowing freely in her blood, but fucking hell, seeing Habiki take his shirt off got her into overdrive. Her eyes got wide when she saw him properly use his Sage Mode. Nothing she saw last night compared to what she was fucking witnessing right now. Right now, what she saw was a work of art. Should see properly use her Sage Mode? Nah, she'd focus on using her kekkei genkais.She rarely got a chance to play with them, and she wasn't going to waste her opportunity to use them. Oh, seeing Habiki murder in this form made her heart race in pure excitement. She had to step it up. Time to use her chakra enhanced strength! She made the Dog hand sign quickly, and she quickly rushed forwards into the closest throng of enemy shinobi, and she shouted,"Water Style: Cherry Blossom Clash!" While it wasusuallystrictly a taijutsu technique, Aimi had figured out how to add a nature transformation to the technique to increase the deadliness of the technique. She had a great amount of chakra gathered in her right fist as she smashed her right fist into the ground. The effect was immediate. While the ground would normally just fracture and send small, flower petal size particles into the air, these ground particles were forced out of the ground much faster by the force of great water pressure, and the ground pieces were much larger as well, making the technique much nastier. All of the shinobi in the immediate strike zone were killed instantly. She had made a very respectable sized crater in the ground. Damn, she fucking loved using techniques that she herself had a hand in making, since nobody else would know them but herself.There were so many shinobi and civilians left to kill, even when factoring in the good amount of people they had already wiped out. This artifact had to be pretty important for such a massive protection detail. It annoyed her to no end that they weren't allowed to peep on what it was, but she didn't argue on mission things. She breathed in and out, and saw a shinobi get too close to Habiki for her liking. She leapt up, rushing in the direction of the shinobi, and she formed the Snake Hand Sign. She quickly assumed the Gentle Fist stance, and roared,"Lightning Style: Eight Trigrams One Hundred Twenty Eight Palms!" Gentle Fist was dangerous enough as it stood without adding a nature transformation, considering how even the slightest tap from a Gentle Fist user could cause massive internal damage. Aimi purposely added Lightning Style to the Gentle Fist because of how much damage Lightning Style could cause. Lightning Style would simultaneously shred the Chakra Network in her target while also both paralyzing her enemy and electrocuting a person. In short, it would cause a quick death. If the person survived, they'd never be able to use chakra again. Two strikes first. Then two more strikes. Then four more strikes. Then eight more strikes. Then sixteen more strikes. Then thirty two more strikes. Then sixty four more strikes. That completed the Eight Trigrams One Hundred Twenty Eight Palms technique. Aimi was smirking, when she finished with the technique, the person had exploded by the time she was done. Of course the idea about being a ninja is NOT being hit in combat, but Habiki carried the distinct satisfaction of being both incredibly agile as a ninja and also durable thanks to both his Sage Mode and the armored avatar of his will that his eyes could summon forth. Though, his Susanoo wasn't as notorious as his Sage Mode technique granted that he used it a lot less and it didn't necessarily help in his specialty: A stealthy kill. Thanks to his techniques, normal humans cannot possibly see him coming or hear their fellow man being slain by ins nearly silent slashes that are washed away by the constant unplaceable sound of his summoned bat's strange ability to suck away the light in the area. Two birds, one bat. If he weren't lethally serious in the moment, he'd chuckle to the thought just before his eyes narrowed in on how his lover completely obliterated a shinobi near to him. Not being able to read minds raised hairs on Habiki's neck just a bit as his Sage mode's instincts were firing at all cylinders: DANGER DANGER DANGER. Did she jump in to help cover his rear or was she lost in her battle lust and firing down anything with a pulse that her byakugan could pick up? He figured it had to have been the first thing, because he was sure he'd have to at least attempt to avoid her attacks should she train her sights on his fit, not at all difficult to look at rear end.And back to his original thought, his durability, and the most chilling part of this whole revaluation: Could she actually blast clean through his Susanoo? She was capable of a lot. His Aimi truly was spectacular. He smiled as he mentally took note of both of their remaining targets and the time he intended on allowing his summoned bats to remain on the scene. In fact, things were lining up quite nicely for a technique to finish their combat off. Aimi clearly had a solid showing and he was sure they had plenty of opportunity to do enough individual damage to make up for the ridiculous amounts of training the poured into their wonderful bodies. It wasn't a self esteem thing, it was a respect thing. His hands came together in seal of the ram, the mental grasp he had on the remaining time on his summons counting down, and his red eyes darting all around the field slicing clean through the lack of light to perceive his targets and keep incredibly detailed mental notes of their environment and the external details."Katon..." He started before taking a deep breath, mentally finishing the name of his technique."Kary Hanabi Endan!" The seal of the Ram blurred right into the Horse, Snake, Dragon, Rat, Ox and then Tiger as his body seemed to warp just a bit comically to resemble the amount of air he sucked in for his up coming attack. Finished the preparation for his Ninjutsu, the bats poofed away but the darkness remained. That is, until the area around his mouth spewed forth deep crimson flames shaping into dragon heads and traveling straight upward. The humidity of the air crisped as light took to the area. The technique didn't end here, however, as the fire leaving his mouth didn't cut off where someone would expect once countless majestic dragon heads took the sky and bathed the remaining area in their beautiful glow. What added to his immense display of ingenuity and will was how the dragons also had bodies that grew more and more detailed by the second and larger as well with little arms and legs and occasional patches of scales across their forms etched by the oranges and reds.Just as whiskers and fangs nearly came to alive on the dragon heads the individual dragons began to slither across the skies with such speeds, the air being engulfed with the unmistakable sounds of countless giant bonfires as their shapes quickly darted into and through their enemy's bodies and charring or outright reducing them into ashes. Even the grass of the fields was wilting from the sheer heat he produced with this attack, all of it coming to an end with the shirtless bat sage Habiki looking to Aimi. His sharingan and smile paired unmistakably as he narrowed his eyes just slightly. Of course he was going to ask her to use her Byakugan to peek at the contents of the vessel anyway. Even he wouldn't expect for them to find a young boy's body preserved within it. If she agreed to do so, that is. While their mission details only suggested that they didn't open it with it's wording, they both knew it was contrary to the mission for them to look at all. Buuuut, the Byakugan was a useful way for them to figure it out without leaving a sign that they had their peek. His look to her now as he worldlessly gestured to the vessel with his head and his curious eyes was surely irresistible to appease. Aimi hadn't been in this good of a mood in a really long time, not counting yesterday. No, she was in such a good mood because she was finally getting a chance to show off what she could do, and now it was time to use her Ice Style kekkei genkai. The Hyuga clan was puzzled, nobody in the clan or anyone on her Mother's side of the family had either kekkei genkai, and then Aimi comes along having them. The only other known Konoha born ninja that possessed the Storm Style kekkei genkai was Madara Uchiha. The only other known non Konoha born ninja that had the Ice Style kekkei genkai was Haku, descendant of the Yuki Clan of Kirigakure, and he was long dead. She really was a genetic anomaly. Aimi breathed in deeply, drinking in as much air as she could. Her hands quickly came together in forming the Dog, Bird, Snake, and Dog hand signs. The air temperature around them both dropped rapidly, and if one breathed, they'd be able to see their own breath. She roared,"Ice Style: Ice Dragon Roar!" A massive torrent of ice blasted out from her mouth, her hands now around her mouth, acting as if to direct the ice blasting out. Any shinobi caught in the blast were frozen solid, and if given a very gentle tap, would shatter instantly, though throughout it all, she was very careful to avoid damaging what they had been assigned to bring back to Konohagakure. Though she had a theory. If kekkei genkai kept popping up as it did, she theorized that a greater threat was coming, and their genetics were merely preparing them for what was to come. She was smiling, happy as could be once she witnessed Habiki use the Fire Style: Dragon Flame Bomb technique. It was so fucking gorgeous with its heat and power. He finished off the last of their opponents. She saw how he was eying the vessel, and then her, and she shook her head, and spoke,"No, it's not worth it. There's a reason why the phrase 'Curiosity killed the cat' exists." But she'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious as to what the fuck was so important about the vessel that dictated them murdering every shinobi and civilian protecting it. She looked around, they'd pretty much leveled the part of the forest they were in. "Ah, I expected as much from a Chunin." He teased with a playful shrug. His tone of voice and smile showing that he was just poking for fun and not sincerely insulting her in any fashion as he approached her with his topless Sage mode body. "Maybe one day you'll have the scales to use those beautiful eyes of yours for my bidding." Habiki mused with the idea that he was as morally evil as his eyes foretold. He was just super curious, and it felt as though there had to have been a reason for the Hokage to ask that they didn't try to find out why they came all the way out here and slaughtered these shinobi. He didn't like how little trust the Hokage had in him. Sure, Habiki would rather choke Sasuke out in a dark cave than ever consider him an ally. But, Habiki's home was Konoha. He did what he did for the good of the village and doing what he could, outside of mating Aimi, to keep the peace among the clans should have been proof of that.He wanted to be so close to Aimi's chest that she'd feel the magnetism between them that he was fighting to not just smother breasts with his firm chest. Tilting his head, he blinked away the layer over his eyes that his sage mode provided and peered over the leveled field around them. "Fire and Ice, hmm? You know, while I think my attack was a little stronger you look a little chilly right now without my embrace." And he'd given up the idea of just waiting for her to press herself against him. Not necessarily giving up the idea that she'd do it on her own, but acting on his nearly child like impatience when it came to touching his dearest princess. His sharingan returning to her eyes as he looped his arms around her, pulling her against him with his strong arms, wanting to melt her with his smoldering gaze and powerful arms. "At least tell me my lips aren't chapped after I spat out those fire dragons." He mused again, finding a lot of humor in his wordplay with her sage mode and their ninjutsu. Habiki's right hand smoothed right down her back to catch her plump rear in a firm grasp. Fondling it gleefully. Aimi stuck her pretty pink tongue out at him when Habiki gently teased her for not telling him what was inside the vessel. An odd side effect that came with her using the Ice Style kekkei genkai was that her body turned to solid ice. She could still move and all, but still, her body was solid ice, hair included. She didn't understand why it was like that, it just was like that. Only her flesh and blood body was ice, her clothes were entirely unaffected. She actually wondered if she physically touched somebody, if they would get cold or turn to ice like she was when she was like this. The ice body started fading away as Habiki came closer to her, and she was happily drooling over his shirtless form, even though she had seen him fully naked last night and this morning. She smirked, and spoke,"That wasn't even close to my full power, my sweet senpai. You should see what I'm capable of when I'm alone or backed into a corner." Oh yeah, she could do a great deal when the situation needed her to be great. Not that this situation didn't demand her spectacular moves, because it had, but it hadn't required her most powerful and dangerous of moves. The temperature difference between their bodies was so great that when he touched her, steam puffed out. She was in a very good mood from both the successful mission, and she was horny as all hell right now. She looped her arms around his neck after he had wrapped his arms around her, and she leapt up a bit, wrapping her legs around his waist. She began to give him the kisses he so dearly wanted from her, the ice body transformation receding further. God, she just couldn't get enough of his god damned perfection. In between kisses, she purred,"Enjoy playing with my ass?" He was pretty sure their showings when pressed to a wall could both be quite impressive. Though, he wondered just how close her abilities would shine to his own. He was older, taller, stronger, and he'd argue faster. But, she had a heart for this and she fed it well. Habiki couldn't stomach the concept of falling prey to the bite that sealed his fate as a Bat Sage, and letting his bloodlust truly loose would lead to that fate fast. He wouldn't be Habiki anymore if he did. He's seen the cave's end where the bats have left those who have lost everything in pursuit of the power he possess now, and it's haunting. More haunting than his eyes can be, that's for sure. Not to say too little on behalf of his truly evil eyes. The Byakugan was powerful, and her kekkei genkai certainly had an edge, speaking of edge: His chest being cold made his manly nipples a little taller but it wasn't much even when he was hugging a living woman shaped by ice. Not that he'd expect her eyes to hover over that detail when his hands had generous amounts of her ass and his whole body was on display for her. As she moved to leap onto his body, he's help her along by not letting his limbs get in the way, letting her wrap her legs and arms around him and supporting her with head of his massive cock brushing at both her wholes, almost begging for gravity to do it's thing, but leaving his ultimate destination open. Of course, her clothes were still in the way but his pants couldn't stop his full strength erection from escaping his waistline quickly to taunt her with it's molten warmth. It was comical, almost, the sheer size difference involved as his bulbous cockhead more than dominated the space between both her holes and threatened to do a whole lot of work the moment it could kiss anyone of precisely three clearly enticing lovely places of her body that no other man would ever experience the sheer heaven of. The sides of his arms locked in her back as he licked to her neck, tasting her while feeling her pulse through her flesh carefully, his hands returning to her ass, sparing no time in spreading her over and over. "It'd be a cold day in hell when I give up fondling your perfect body." He whispered to her, and his body's pulse against his own spelled out his clearly defined intent to make double y sure she was super duper pregnant. And all of the actions involved in that, likely for hours if she can stay awake for all of it after exerting herself like that. "But, your clothes... I don't believe you packed spares." He raised his eyebrows, peering back over his shoulder to where the stored their stuff. Aimi wanted Habiki, and she would not be denied her wants. As the last of the ice properly melted away, she could properly work, even though her flesh was still relatively cold as ice. She could feel his cock straining against his pants, brushing so hard against her clothed nether holes. His tongue was so hot against her neck as he merrily licked her. She softly spoke,"No, I brought no spares. The only clothes I wore to your home are the clothes I'm wearing now. We left and went directly to Lord Seventh's office, remember?" She wondered just how naughty he was planning on being for him to question on how much clothes she had packed. The only time they had stopped before they left the village was to gear up on weaponry and that was it. Now that she thought about it, it really had been foolish to not pack extra clothes, but given how time sensitive the mission seemed to be, she didn't even think about clothing save for what was on her back. She softly spoke, her voice sultry,"Why do you ask, hmm, senpai? What do you have in mind?" Of course it was interesting to see her being so playful and hot for him when she was just previously colder than Ice and ending lives without a second thought. How much of him has rubbed off on her so far? He thought back to when he first touched her sex as he looked into her eyes now. How many years until that perfect memory would be distorted in time? Her youthful innocence made to be his victim, his joy, and right there in public, too. Nevertheless, he made her lower body bounce with her nethers being bullied by his massive cock head. Silently wishing he didn't have to just feel her rear bounce in response to his strong hands but instead getting a good look of it from the other side. And yet, her breasts against his chest regardless of her clothes had been more than enough to make it up to him. Despite context clues and his current action he wasn't about to screw a hole through her pants with his cock. "Well, then again, it was a mission we had to get too in a hurry. It wouldn't quite make sense for us to be very clean by the end of it." He used his powerful arms to squish her body against his in a crushing hug as he adored her and warmed her with his firm flesh. Once that had finished he dragged her down his body to let her booty sit upon his shirt on the ground. His pants falling with her as his cock and balls in their fullest glory being completely engorged and erect standing right in her face so full of his essence that it nearly darkened in color slightly from all of the blood in his system. "Go on, let's start here. Unless you have a better idea." He invited both compliance or creativity. Aimi was smirking when he squished her close to his shirtless chest, her breasts pressing quite hard against him in that bear hug of his. She looked most pleased when he put her on the ground and on the ground was now his pants. She could literally feel the heat emanating from his very hard length, and she spoke naughtily,"Quite a way to celebrate a successful mission, no?" She breathed out, a small puff of cold air escaped from her very plump and still cool lips. She wondered how creative he would want her to be, but still, since her mouth was wide open, and cold. She licked her lips greedily, knowing she was going to give Habiki quite a surprise. Knowing her tongue was cold, wet, and maybe a few shades blue, she began to lick his length up and down. Though little did she realize she herself was getting the surprise. Instead of making him cool, he melted the icy cold right out of her fucking mouth, so hot was his meat. Well, that was quite the surprise for her, and she liked that, and she began to lick and suck with great earnest. She wanted that meat in all of her holes today. Yesterday was just a taste fo what could happen in bed, she wanted to go much further today. It wasn't until now that he made mental note of the shade of blue that's taken her lips. He faintly enjoyed the look, as though she was wearing a shade of lipstick that was rather taboo in terms of being a modest Kunoichi. The only women he's known to wear shades of blue over their lips were quite clearly sexually enthusiastic, and he imagined they were this way for money. Not necessarily because of the cat talk he's heard from them that included money and sex, that much information did assist in his diagnosis of those sorts of people, though. And yet, it was arousing to him. He got this much from just a slightly different color to her lips. Why was Aimi the center of his world? To most, overseeing them this far, it wouldn't be too clear. And yet, he had a really good idea as to why And then she touched her really cold tongue to his pulsing heated monster cock. And despite his facial expression, playing it as suave as possible, it was almost electric to his spine. And then it all started to fade and he melted her cold mouth with his cock just like his firm body did to her chest, and the look her found in her eyes would do more to continue the flow of passion through his body than the coldness did. But, the sum of the pleasure was greater than those two factors together as a whole, and he appreciated the both of them that much more for it. And then she continued with her tongue and her mouth with more sincere sucking action, his hands taking to her head as he more directly invited her to use more of her neck to help bob her head up and down his cock. "Well, we'd be 'celebrating' like this with or without the mission success, right? Maybe we'll do something extra special because my good girl did such a great job. Hmm?" He spoke deeply with a groan, using naughty words and suggestive thoughts to attempt to stimulate her even more as he tried to guide her into fucking her face. His hips always dying to find a way to buck this fat abusive cock into her body, to force more of her lovely sounds from her throat. All of her holes would be a great start, in his mind. Normal kunoichi by day, hell cat in bed by night. She was now considering buying clothes and other thing to wear and use only when she was inside Habiki's home. For 'fun' times. She'd use the Transformation Jutsu when doing such a thing, she really didn't want to have anyone tattle on her to her clan that she was promiscuous. It wasn't any of their business either way what she did with her free time. She was smirking when he said they'd be fucking each other anyway no matter if a mission was successful or not. Damn right he was. Her eyes lit up when he said that they might even do something special since she had done such a wonderful job. Her excitement was high, and her Sage form was slowly leaking out, her eyes slowly going serpentine, as well as her tongue. Eventually, her scales showed themselves, and they were a deep shade of pink, indicating she was aroused, indicating she was horny as hell as she took more of his length into her as she sucked. She kept her fangs retracted as she gave him head. Her venom could do many things. Paralyze, put to sleep, kill, heal, and so much more, though the default was kill, which was why she kept her fangs retracted. Finally, his length got into her throat, and a most lewd noise came forth. What was this radiant warmth only her touch, only her mouth, and only her tight holes could give him? Habiki cherished it fondly since the very first time he touched her lower lips and looked into her eyes with his twisted smile. Others probably thought Habiki, at his core, was a fighter or a romantic granted how distant he could be from those that fawned over him from afar. And yet, he let Aimi find his perverted heart so readily. He looked right at her with this feeling written across his face as his hands on the back of her head helped her get more of his cock right into her throat. Surely he'd have some recourse if her fangs gouged his fat cock, but having to resort to something like that and risking permanent damage to his perfect breeding pole was probably not okay with either of the parties involved. His strong hands forced his dick head as far as his length allowed into her regardless of what bodily barriers may have stood in the way as he fucked her face and took control, bouncing his balls off her throat as he made her kiss the base of his cock over and over and over before pulling out with the thick shiny coat of her saliva painted all over his majestic sex and dripping over her face. It was her sounds that came second to the literal physical pleasure, but not that they were any less beloved from his ears that welcomed the various sounds."Time to make another choice, love." His voiced ebbed out through the air masterfully to lick at her sense of hearing softly. "Present yourself, I've got a load and it's up to your heart where I'll be parking this fat cock." Aimi was greedily sucking Habiki's massive length as he forced more and more of his length into her mouth and down her throat. Her lips touched, no, they kissed the base of his massive meat over and over again. Her eyes were wide, excited when he pulled his massive length from her mouth, a long string of saliva hanging between her mouth and his cock tip when he pulled out of her mouth. She sweetly spoke,"Well beloved... I want you to have my pussy, But I don't know what position to go with!" She repositioned her body, presenting her wet pink pussy to him. She didn't know what to try, and she wanted him to decide how to have her breeding hole. The way his words flowed out of her mouth was like sweet honey to her ears, verbal perfection, despite how dirty the subject matter was. The string from her mouth to his cock was quite exquisite. Beyond lovely. How did she even craft such a thing with something as lavishly delicious as her saliva? This was something he could marvel forever, something he could watch directly connecting her hot mouth to his monstrous cock until the day he no longer felt his heart pump blood through his body. But then, he accepted the fact that there would always be more intricately woven strands of thick saliva to be crafted with her throat around his cock at other times as she re positioned and revealed her breeding hole to him once more. "Ah, I do like this choice. And I don't blame you, love. There's just so many different ways I can take your holes. Choosing just one was surely just too difficult. I feel much the same. Though, I do feel a particular fondness for a certain position right now." He commented, licking his lips as he approached her and lifted her into his arms, taking her with his to the nearest tree before sitting at it's base with his very womanly shaped princess still in his arms. He had her facing away with her back to his chest and his strong arms wrapping around her and beneath her legs. Pinning her legs right to her breasts like this, his strong body had full control of where she was as he brought her sex right down to his cock head and pulled her right down his shaft, entering her and pushing right to her womb all in one go before lifting her again. All with the simplicity of leaning forward or back and lifting her body with his arms around her. It was rather barbaric, how strong he was and how he forced her to take him despite her readiness for him and the way she showed him her wet sex so willing for his length. His tongue ran right up and down her neck as he moved to suggest he craved her rear upon his pelvis in how often, quickly and readily he forced her body to his base over and over and over. Gaining more certainty in this act, he'd move faster and harder. Some days have passed since Habiki Uchiha and Aimi Hyuga returned to the village with the vessel. Whether they were aware of it or not, Habiki's denied request for Aimi to use her Byakugan has made his personal investigation into the vessel's contents a little more difficult and it was straining his free time to reach out to her. He didn't mean to leave the impression that he was avoiding her, but he couldn't exactly just jump right out in public and ask everybody where she was if he didn't know exactly where she was was. Especially not while he likely had a few anbu keeping their eyes peeled on him from place to place. It was clear to Habiki that there was a reason that the Hokage instructed that they kept the contents completely secret, and Habiki figured this reason was that it was related to either his clan or Aimi's. He didn't like the idea that the Hokage played with information like a dictator. Informed ninja were deadlier than well trained sheep.However, to his surprise, a request came down from the office of the man in question himself. A request that sent himself, Aimi, and some other ninja he's never heard of on a mission that wasn't difficult looking on paper. Who was the third guy? And it seemed like a lengthy time to send high quality shinobi like himself and Aimi on such an easy sounding mission. Escorting just one no name guy without a reputation from a village near the cloud's border to another? Something wasn't right but he got the feeling he couldn't decline. He'd be all packed with one large bag, waiting for Aimi and this other ninja at the gate. Aimi had had her own share of problems after the mission. Habiki hadn't been the only one with ANBU up in their business. Her Byakugan allowed her to find them. Even without using her eyes, she could hear them, having a very acute sense of hearing. Not quite on the level of the hearing possessed by the Inuzuka Clan, but it was close. She did not appreciate being followed and watched. She dealt with that from her own clan enough. So whenever she was bored and knew that she was being followed by people not from her own clan, she would take them out. Not literally kill them, but disable them to where she could enjoy a few minutes of uninterrupted and unwatched peace and quiet. It earned more than a few reprimands from the Hokage's office, but the way she saw it, ANBU needed to learn how to hide better, or at least learn how to hide from somebody who possessed the Byakugan. She was also annoyed. Events after the mission kept her from Habiki. She greatly enjoyed being in his presence. He made her feel alive. That and she had some pretty important fucking news for him. But then came her chance to see Habiki again. It was her, him, and some other ninja that she didn't know to do a simple escort mission. It seemed like fucking overkill to send two of the Leaf's finest, if not the fucking finest, on such a simple mission, but she was sure Lord Seventh had his reasons. She wasn't going to decline, not when there was a chance she'd see Habiki. She packed up very decently, packing food, water, clothes, ninja tools, medical supplies, some soldier pills, not that she'd need them, but it never hurt to be prepared. She made her way to the gate, her face splitting into very obvious joy upon seeing Habiki. Brooding could seem to be a default for the Uchiha prince who stood near the village gate, casually standing with his back up against a wide wooden fence. His arms were folded and the red and black strands of his hair danced in the wind that moved from side to side all around him. These strands of hair wouldn't make his narrowed eyes blink as he looked upward and to his left at the blue skies that hung over the vast forests beyond the village's gate. His big green back seemed thoroughly packed and he would appear to be dressed even more formally than ever before. Black sneakers and white dress pants were worn with a long black coat that would cover most of his legs if it weren't for the winds, and he still wore the classic black dress shirt he loved so much as well. It'd appear he let his forehead protector pop lazily out of his left breast pocket of the brown coat, unwilling or simply lacking the interest to tie it around his clean untouched forehead. In either case, he wouldn't appear to be happy as he waited. As he heard at least some footsteps he'd smile in an almost goofy contrast to his prior expression. Though, as he turned he'd glare. Before him was a chunin boy with long brown hair in full Leaf Shinobi garb including the Tactical jacket and head band. He was just so green, and clearly quite young. Habiki could acutely sense a lack of recognition and fear behind the boy's swirl framed and seemingly steamed white glasses. He'd put a growl to his greeting. "They're starting you Chuunins awfully short these days." He stated out loud, picking up his bag despite it's weight and holding it until Aimi would arrive.As Aimi did, while Habiki ignored the boy's meek feeble attempt to apologize for whatever he did to upset him, Habiki walked right through the gate without looking back. They had a mission to get too and Habiki earnestly didn't know how he was going to approach being level headed at all after their few days apart. He was clearly missing sleep with all of his time spent being a very bad boy, using his Shinobi techniques counter to the Hokage's wishes and intent. If she wore a frown, how was he supposed to explain himself? If she wore a smile, how could he explain the sneaky betrayals of the Hokage that she so clearly respected? How was he supposed to live with the guilt of not telling her everything? He's supposed to trust her enough to tell her at least this much. How was he supposed to control himself? His sage mode burned along his chakra paths inside his body, dying to feel her again. In all of the ways. But, now they have a nosy honestly totally fine kid in his way. He didn't want the Hyuga clan to get their panties all twisted about their relationship before he could figure out how it was a total inter clan relations disaster. Fuck he loved her. And he was dying inside by denying himself the ability to make her feel it. "We've got a checkpoint for the night, but if we move fairly fast, we can make our third night's checkpoint with a good day to gather our bearings before meeting the client a day earlier. No objections." He commanded respect with his tone that was both strong but earnest. He wasn't slapping their faces or shouting, but he wasn't asking questions either. "You'll be fine, Hirro. Just move as fast as you can. Aimi and I won't let you out of our sensory ranges at any point." He lied as though It were he with a clever forked tongue, but he did it fairly well before practically flickering right into his first stage non winged sage mode and rocketing right into the treeline. Aimi was internally shaking her head when she saw Habiki's choice of dress for the mission. It was not a mission to dress to impress, but then again, to each his own. Aimi's forehead protector was around her throat, mainly to hide the bite marks from the first time she and Habiki had fucked. Nobody questioned it. plenty of ninja wore their forehead protectors around their necks. From what she had seen of old pictures, Lady Hinata had done the same when she was a young girl. She stopped herself from making a face when she saw the third person on the mission. He looked super green around the gills, super fresh and new. But then again, chunin had to make their bones sooner or later. Habiki did not seem to be in a good mood, and she was pretty fucking sure it was because of the third person she was now mentally dubbing 'the third wheel'. She was burning on the inside, she wanted to let loose like they had on the mission a few days prior. She lived for days like those. She nodded, listening to Habiki's instructions. She was smirking as she activated her Byakugan, also slipping into her first stage Sage Mode. The slaces came, then the eyes, and then the forked tongue. She turned around to face Hirro, made a scary face, and then ran off into the treeline after Habiki. She knew exactly where Hirro was behind them. Despite the fact that she didn't want a third wheel, they all had to work as a team for a reason. She didn't want to be reprimanded for ditching a teammate. Lord Seventh frowned very strongly on ditching teammates. Even to Hirro, Habiki's wardrobe choice seemed odd for a mission that could involve combat at any moment. In the very least, it couldn't have been a very aerodynamic fashion statement. But, given his launch speed, Hirro assumed he just worked his legs that much harder to move so incredibly fast. He wasn't naive to the idea of sage arts, but he wasn't going to just attribute one thing he didn't understand directly to a technique he also didn't understand fully and didn't have a solid reason to believe they possessed the bridge between the specific attribute for being fast and their Sage Forms. To Aimi's scary face, he frowned and adjusted his glasses that hid his eyes behind them, chasing after the duo before him without managing to necessarily keep up. Hirro just wasn't as fast and probably wouldn't be able to catch up to the Uchiha and Hyuga prodigies. Though, he wasn't to be considered slow when aligned with ninja of his skill level. His nerdy boyish features being shown quite boldly as he couldn't hide them while he was trying to be fast while carrying his stuff.Habiki got a very nice distance ahead of the other two with his own might, his clothing wearing on him as it tugged through the winds he roared up with his legs and it'd feel as though between his large pack of supplies and the expensive looking clothing feeling as though they were pulling him backward like a parachute. Even still, his body would seem to demand that the very heavens and earth beneath him was left behind as he launched from tree branch to tree branch and easily putting a third of the path between their start point and the third checkpoint they were supposed to reach by day three already. In fact, he made it to the area they were intended to rest at for the first night long long before the Hirro boy was going too. Not that Habiki expected his little third wheel wouldn't be capable of demonstrating a pace that'd successfully get his little ass to the third checkpoint around the time Habiki felt like passing out tonight.Regardless, just as he stepped foot upon the area he could clearly discern to be their first checkpoint, he'd slap his hand down to the dirt ground of the forest floor. In a sudden tsunami of white puffs that resulted just as his bleeding thumb touched the ground and thousands of intricate little symbols sprang forth in all direction. The might of Habiki's summoning prowess was put of it's fullest display before Aimi to this date as thousands of little bats with fluffy little palm sized bodies and various little discerning markings that clearly portrayed them as ninja bats now spread outward from the smoke and right into the forest's shadows around them. In only a few seconds, ultrasonic sounds trailed between these little critters and Habiki, forming a map that his Sage Mode modified brain and body could feel and understand just by receiving the various little clicks from his summoned bats in chains. To humans and even most normal bats, these little sounds were so extreme that they went entirely unheard without explicit training or a bat sage mode to pick them up. He'd stand still now, his back to the direction he came as he waited just momentarily for Aimi to catch up. Aimi reached the checkpoint shortly after Habiki did. She was impressed upon seeing the very wee bats that Habiki summoned, there were so fucking many of them! That and they were very adorable. An unsuspecting stranger might even try to cuddle one, not knowing how dangerous bats could be. Aimi was careful, stopping by sitting in a tree branch, not wanting to get in the way. She was more than happy to observe Habiki working. Hopefully she'd get a chance to show her later stages of her Sage Mode. That or one of her snake summons. The smmons ranged from very little to monster sized, depending on what the situation called for. Little ones were for stealth or assassinations. Big ones were for intimidation and busting down barricades. Her senses were on fire right now. If her senses were on fire now, they'd be a blazing wildfire when she activated higher stages of Sage Mode. More than anything, she wished they could ditch Hirro, even though he was part of the team. This mission could have easily been accomplished by her alone. Habiki alone. Or maybe both of them together. There was no real need for a three person team. She wished she could read minds, understand Lord Seventh's reasoning. It had been long rumored in the clan that Lord Hiashi's Byakugan was so advanced that he actually could read minds. She hoped she could do that one day if the rumor really was true. Habiki stood in the open space intended for their camping this night that they'd be skipping, his well dressed body and sage mode pairing being both odd but gripping to almost any pair of functioning human eye balls. It was just so regal yet his face markings and fangs were so bestial. The clicks he formed against his fangs were audible only to the little bats with their big special ears. In a few moments, they returned environmental information and Aimi's and Hirro's positions to him. Of course, Aimi was already behind him. He didn't know what he wanted to do. Did he turn and talk to her now? Or save it for when they get ready to turn in for the night? What if she was upset with him? Women... He peaked over shoulder and even his sharingan wasn't going to tell him if she was fixing to hug him or gut him for not being around the past couple of days. He knew he was dying to hold her and if she felt the same for him then it'd make perfect sense for her to be upset. There was always the option to sprout wings and get to the village and start the mission early. But, that much was frowned upon since the client likely still had business to do. "Aimi." He spoke her name in his deep bat sage voice with a solemn tone. His head turning forward again and his eyes on the ground. "I missed you a lot." He admitted, trying to gauge her reactions to his words.Hirro was on his way, working to not be entirely left behind before nightfall. Oblivious to the bat that was currently watching him. Aimi dropped out of the tree, landing soundlessly. There was just something about Habiki that grabbed attention, Sage Mode or not, well dressed or not. She knew they had some time before the third wheel showed up, so they could talk freely. Aimi softly spoke, her serpentine voice present,"Habiki Hassssss being followed kept you away?... ANBU were consssstantly watching me too." She missed him too, that much was obvious on her face. She was angry, not at him, but at circumstances around them. She spoke again, her serpentine tongue licking her lips,"I have sssssomething important to tell you.... But I do not want to disssstract from the missssion. I do not know how much time we have before the third wheel ssssshowssss up." He could see it in her eyes she spoke the truth, that she indeed had something important to tell him. She did not want to distract him from the mission, she didn't know if there was even time right now, but she did not want to wait, she didn't want to keep things from him. Upon her landing his right eye was already on her again, his sharingan looking over her body language and her facial expressions. The ones that humans were aware of and control with ease and then ones that were often thought to be subconscious and difficult to weave expertly while lying. Not that he assumed that she was there to trick him. His tongue moved between his fangs once more along with his lightened hair and red shades strands of hair dancing in the wind around him. They were alone. "Aimi." He spoke her name again, clearly using it as a sort of personal mantra along with making sure he captured her full attention on his words as he spoke. They weren't in a time of comfort. There was no reason to believe that around any corner they could have to fight for their lives. He approached her, one step and then the other before he could lean in and trap her in his arms. His face burrowed between her jawline and shoulder as though he were brushing his lips along her forehead protector's strap. He could show how much he needed her, how much he cherished having her, without having to say a word. But, one would imagine the way he spoke her name like a man lost in the dessert muttering about the water he couldn't find, that it was pretty obvious. He loved her forked tongue, the way her sage mode made her speak, music to his ears. Even as he received signals almost like his own personal sonar depicting that a small crew of the bat's were already halfway between checkpoints two and three. His summoning arts tricks had only just begun, but all he wanted to do was to keep holding his princess of snakes so close and tightly against his body. "I could have disarmed them and strong armed my way into seeing you if I truly couldn't stomach another minute. It was awful, but the kind of dirt I'm shoveling isn't for you, Aimi. I wouldn't want us both to become targets. They've got no evidence that you're up to no good. But..." He pulled back to look right into her eyes, he'd seem tired with a weak and sincere smile."The day was going to come shortly where I couldn't take it and I don't wanna repeat the treacherous things I would have done to force my way to you." He admitted fully that it was hard for him.One of the little bats with big fluffy ears landed on his shoulder. He'd peer to the critter and nod. "Hirro is faster than I estimated. But, it will be a handsome chunk of time before he gets within earshot." The bat then took off, back to it's nearby perch, Habiki looking back to her. "We can discuss our plan for the third wheel later. For now, you'll have to tell me. Because it's already going to distract me trying to figure out what you want to say anyway. I'm an obtusely curious person." Aimi moved like a ghost towards him, so silent was her movements. She melted into his touch when he embraced her, relaxing as his face burrowed into her neck. God almighty, she had missed his touch, not having him near her these past few days displeased her to no end. Her arms would wrap around him as well, her scaly hands running along his back. She spoke,"Having my busssinesss poked and pried into wasss not appreciated. I disssabled them whenever they got too obviousss." She made a face when he said that Hirro was faster than expected. She hissed her great displeasure. She spoke,"Habiki I'mpregnant. You're going to be a Father." Only Tsunade knew. When she had been throwing up in the morning the past few days she had suspected, but went to Lady Fifth for confirmation. She knew Tsunade wouldn't betray her confidence. It was a sacred law amongst medical ninja to never betray such confidences. She knew the ANBU didn't know, she had disabled the ones that were too close when she got near Tsunade's residence. To all outer appearances, she had just gone in for a regular health checkup. It'd be harder to hide later on, but she didn't plan on hiding. She was not ashamed of her love for Habiki. Her arms looping around him and her hands rhymed with scales running up and down Habiki's back was a welcomed reprieve from the garish line he's been walking between honest investigation and bold faced treachery. Maybe she didn't feel the gravity around this stressed man lift dramatically upon her returned touch, but she really did quickly make things better. What was it about their love that made him so irrationally insane about everything? He's gone from calm even handed chess play with every action to letting his emotions guide him face first into danger. But, it's something he'd make the same decision on a second time. Having Aimi's touch and her words brought the radiant warmth of the sun to Habiki's dark cold sky.And then he stopped cuddling warmly to her body to peel his way back and finally process her comment about being followed. "If they're going to treat you like a criminal anyway, then why am I suffocating myself to keep you clean of it?" He narrowed his eyes a bit in frustration, though this frustration wasn't focused upon her. Treating her this way couldn't have been the Hokage's doing. No. Habiki didn't believe it would be. Naruto may lack a certain tact in some departments, but mistreating even his clearly most loyal family this way should surely make even that man's stomach do flips. Habiki was a practical man, and even he didn't see much reason in putting Aimi under such surveillance. Whoever twisted the chain of events that kept the vessel secret from him, and put Aimi under the same scrutiny as himself was surely going to get their ass reamed now. And he wasn't even sure if he'd allow them to live on the virtue of likely being a Leaf Shinobi either. And thanks to this sort of treatment against the so easily provably innocent Hyuga woman within his arms, Habiki would be in the right to proceed with his actions behind the scenes now.Her next words caught him by surprise, even if they really really shouldn't have. Almost immediately his face blanked and his head turned just slightly. In a very very rare moment, Habiki was quite clearly lost for words and clear direct thought. Like a searing white anvil dropped upon the cheese y sponge that would represent his grey matter, the news really hit him with a tsunami of emotions and thoughts. Practically speaking, he was a fool to not have at least assumed this was the news after what they'd gotten up too. They were both obscenely healthy practically supernatural humans, the concept of his seed not impregnating her after their very first time was inconceivable from a biological standpoint. He wasn't a scientist, so he was no expert, but he was likely to go so far as to suggest that their abnormal bodies both possessed rare and potent regenerative properties. They broke and shattered, bent and twisted, and then repaired and recovered from their exclusively painful and physically and mentally taxing training throughout their entire lives. Why wouldn't her body and his seed be more than capable of ensuring a viable offspring even if there were inconveniences they didn't expect that would otherwise stop normal humans from making a baby? There just wasn't a reason for him to not expect this. Well, perhaps he didn't anticipate medical ninja's capabilities of confirming pregnancies. It wasn't like he followed the process closely at any given point of time. He was a killing machine, not a wet nurse. Though, it'd be a lie to say that he didn't at least read into such bodily systems to get a rudimentary functioning understanding of how babies were made.He found his smile and blinked to keep a very very faint wetness from forming his left eye, the softness melting to warmth instead as he slowly began to kneel down without actually pressing his knees to the ground at any point. Almost a squat, actually, until he could navigate her mission garb and then press his cheek to her bare belly despite knowing there wasn't going to be anything to hear or feel yet. This was a gesture of love for her and their eventual offspring anyway. He'd even drop the need to appear cool by letting the displaced bottom of her mission wear's top rest on his head and in his hair as he took her hips in his palms and brush his cheek against her belly. "I..." He started trying to maintain his composure that made him so ominous but croaking in genuine emotions almost immediately. Instead, opting to hum softly in the absence of his suave words to comfort her belly with the vibrations and her ears with his satisfied sounds. Finally, he'd trust himself to speak, but just above a whisper with a wild mix of happy and excited and dash of anxiety that'd understandably follow large shifts in someone's life. But, he didn't hide from it or run. He was going to be a daddy. "This is a blessing in a hundred different ways, love." He whispered for her to hear, finally retrieving the cheek he brushed along her belly and letting her clothing drop once more before standing and pressing his forehead to her own such that their bangs of dark colored hair inter weaved and his onyx colored and very human eyes looked right into her own. "I'll hold you and our babies as fondly as I did today for the rest of my life. You're going to be a mother, Aimi. To our healthy children and precisely what I've been waiting for, and I hope you don't find this sort of thing to be cowardly, but..." He smiled with a little mischief, looking down for the ground but finding her gorgeous breasts smushed against his chest instead. "Well, the Hyuga are all so proud and I think they'd fight our marriage with every tooth and finger they got unsuccessfully. I didn't want to let anything like that happen, because hurting your family would be hurting my family by definition... now. Get it?" He tried to describe his line of thought without outright saying that he just didn't want a literal war to stand between them with their loved ones lives on the line when it could otherwise be avoided. "I've gone and robbed them of the chance to express their dissatisfaction. Not because I was worried you'd let that change your mind, I know nobody can sincerely get between us. But, because I didn't want them to get hurt if things got... less civil. That makes sense, right? I mean, now they're my family too. Family shouldn't fight family." Aimi loved Habiki's touch greatly. Before properly meeting him at Ichiraku's what felt like an eternity ago, she felt like a lost soul, looking for her other half, doing things to distract from such an empty feeling in her life. Habiki was that other half she had been looking for so long, he completed her, filled that empty space in her heart. For a moment, after she had told him that she was pregnant, she was sure Habiki was broken. He didn't speak, he didn't move, he didn't even seem to comprehend what she had said to him. After a few moments, he seemed to wake up, squat, and place his head to her stomach. She softly spoke,"To our future sons and daughter, my beloved. It matters not to me as long as they're healthy upon birth." She ran her fingers through that silky soft hair of his. Once he stood up again, their eyes locked. She spoke,"It's so much more than blessings, Habiki. It's love, proof of what we have together. I don't care if the Hyuga don't like it. If they don't like it, that's their problem. If they don't like it, they can fight me over it. But beloved, I understand what you say in every way. But what would your clan say? What would the Uchiha think of such a union?" Would their children have Sharingan or Byakugan or one of each? Which surname would they use if the children inherited the dojutsu from both clans? There was so much to think about, but Aimi didn't care, she was happy, and glad Habiki was happy. "There's only two Uchiha clans members that don't owe their return to the village to my father and mother thanks to the caravan's financial success." He started explaining, quite clearly talking about Sasuke and his daughter. "Their opinions on the matter are clearly and immediately non productive to any sort of political matter concerning our union. The active shinobi within the clan would be the most likely to have an opinion that could sway whether the clan would approve of us or not. And even if under some miracle they disapproved, there isn't a means for them to retaliate about it. The closes thing to a barrier of approval would be my parents. And they'd love to have you as their daughter, and I know it." He winked to her on the end of that comment, holding her closer, more tightly. "I doubt the Hyuga clan's legendary pride could make any single member deny our beautiful babies. Hopefully sons, but I'm open to the hand of fate." He mused softly, kissing her eyelids before pulling back and stretching his upper body in various ways. "I've got an interesting take on this mission before us now. But, let's discuss this more at the third checkpoint." He waved slyly before vanishing in a puff of smoke.Hirro's glasses didn't prohibit his own attempts at picking up his pace, his brown hair dancing about wouldn't fall into his eyes as the bulky looking set of spectacles shielded his eyes from the hair. Perhaps this was a mundane interaction to some, but when it came to trying to up his pace to keep up with the two ninja he was paired with, any sort of benefit in his favor was a blessing. It wasn't helping him keep to the standards set for him by that darned Habiki and Aimi's clear tacit approval. Hirro wished he had some super awesome jutsu to speed himself up, but he didn't. He'd silently curse his own inadequacies. Which was Ironic, because he was young for a chunin and on paper and general performance he was a star student and an excellent chunin. Just not compared to Aimi.A small army of the bats morphed to reveal longer bodies and larger bats before practically warping forward through the skies. They'd arrive at the third checkpoint during Habiki's conversation, landing in a stance facing each other as though they formed a five point star. Just as the audibly silent to normal Shinobi click from Habiki's fang reached them, they weaved the tips of their wings together as though they were making handsigns. "Reverse Summoning!" One of the bat ninja squeeked forth from their little throats as the five put forth a monstrous amount of their chakra all at once to pull Habiki to them through this jutsu. Just as he appeared they'd expire from their use of this technique and the amount of chakra required to summonsomething like the Uchiha prince himself. His satisfaction for their success was written across his face as he silently bid them a fond morning's sleep back at the mythical resting place that he initially summoned them from.The rest of the bats should be able to hold up this network of signals for Habiki's sage ears to receive information on the current locations of his comrades and any significant individual in the massive range of area that he's dominated in a nigh instant thanks to his depth of uses of the Summoning technique. Within a moment's notice, he's removed his coat and shirt to be topless and then immediately began to start clearing trees with his mighty sage technique's strength. He didn't have access to Naruto's martial arts that the frogs lend him in his Sage mode, but his strength and speed was undeniable. Almost as quickly as he uprooted them, he simultaneously removed the useless trunk roots and moved the trees into a loose pile in a single kick. He'd occasionally alternate the leg he did this kick with as he started new piles, saving his lower legs and ankles from the immense strain such exertions produced. Just as the lake nearest to the checkpoint was revealed to the clearing that the checkpoint was within, he sprouted his sage mode wings and delved the closest to his full form that he could without losing himself. A deep purple taking to his arms and chest in continued markings that seemed to repeat the patterns on his face. He was larger now, much more muscular and seemingly incapable of keeping up his perfect posture that made him so much more enchanting when compared to normal men. Now he was crouched like an animal, but significantly more brutish.With his claws and arms alone, he sheered the leaves into a pile and stripped the bark from the rough round trees he unearthed systematically. He'd chop close to even long boards and splints to use as a small set of stairs leading to two really long boards and two moderately sized boards set upward in a rectangle shoved into the ground so they'd stand and he'd layer boards along this rectangle before shoving hardened wooden spikes through the ends of a number of them and the supporting rectangle of upright boards that formed the base. Now he had front steps and a porch, but neither really had railings. He was kinda happy with what he had, but he didn't rest yet. Stroking his demonic bat sage chin with his longer index finger and the sharpened claw of his thumbnail, he smiled at what he had in such little time. he'd also take this time to remember the cabin schematics he was reading about in his downtime as an absurd red haring to mislead the anbu who tracked him with sharingan. Knowing full well that they'd likely try to read what he was reading with good angles and such remarkable eyes. But, the genuine reading he did into the schematics had him itching to try this to surprise Aimi and their third wheel with a suddenly erected log cabin by the time they caught up to him at checkpoint three. They may have had to rent a place to stay tomorrow night if they made it to the little town like village their client was going to meet them at early and if he'd decline to start the trek early for their convenience. At least them it'd make sense for him to construct something like this for them to rely on. But, he kept considering what he'd do for the actual building itself and started thinking about how he'd do the windows and lighting. It wasn't like he had access to ready made candles or electricity out here on such a short notice. And he sort of doubted that Aimi and their third wheel was as cozy about spending a night with this demonic shinobi in pitch black like he was.He laughed loudly to himself before cracking some various knots in his much larger physique in this stage of sage mode and then immediately beginning his construction of the main building. Dicing away at the wood to form specialty pieces and setting out a bare bones structure that didn't necessarily seem to the layman to be the skeleton of a multi story structure. He put out enough prep for two floors and even revered to the immensely accurate and detailed memory he could always rely on and made internal notes on for his situation set forth before him. One more stage was left to go as he followed up his work on the porch to lay out standard bases before layering the boards for the floors and walls and used collected sap from the trees he had chopped mixed with some other peculiar substances he could rely on to form a basic compound that'd basically glue certain pieces together and eventually dry to be nearly as reliable as cement. As reliable enough for him to be comfortable counting on it, but probably not nearly as structurally sound as literal cement since the mixture wasn't precise and the ingredients weren't scientifically refined.He'd pull out the two heaviest items in his backpack, being a large roll of blue but soft tarp and a few smaller but numerous rolls of plastic that was strong and see through but cut like sheets. He'd lay about two thirds of the blue tarp in a large flat array across the walls he's constructed and pulled the tarp tightly an all four sides before finalizing the roof with a nice measured pattern of planks. The blue tarp wasn't structurally supportive to the roof, but did serve as a ceiling for the top floor that'd be flat without making anyone sleeping upstairs wind up staring at the uneven ceiling and eventually losing their mind with the thought that it was somehow structurally unsafe just because it wasn't as neat of a pattern on the inside to put their minds at rest. The whole cabin would now appear as safe as it really was: More than fairly. And it was quite large despite having mostly unmarked rooms, basic stairs, and open holes for windows. He'd revert to his base Sage Mode now, feeling the need to rest slowly creep up on him as he basically busted out a very very basic cabin with two floors out of nowhere. But, he instead gathered up the leaves and the plastic and some more wood to craft beds with wood rectangles relying on the floor to make the bottom of the rectangle, stuffing the rectangular box with the leaves tightly before packing it all in and wrapping the tops of these rectangular boxes with the strong see through plastic. All these beds would need now was a blanket to lay over the plastic and wood frame and a pillow and they'd function quite nicely for moderately weighted individuals. If a very hefty person tried to stand with a single foot upon said beds, they'd likely puncture the plastic and ruin the whole purpose of the fairly low tech beds he made for the cabin. He'd finalize the structure by making frames and laying the see through plastic through them and putting these frames within the holes to complete the windows. With a close enough attention to detail, these windows could almost be mistaken for glass at a distance while serving to let at least the night time's light into the cabin while keeping bugs out. He'd finish some walls on the inside to make bedrooms while making vary basic doors and experimenting with ways to make them actually open and close with the low tech options he's had until settling on some messy gimmick that creaked fairly loudly every time a door had to open, but still at least functioned. His final efforts were put into railing for the porch and small ornate details here and there, which he'd continue to do shirtless as he awaited Aimi's eventual arrival and the sun was still in the sky. Aimi made a face. She knew which two Uchiha he was referring to. She knew he hated them both, but she didn't feel it was fair to dislike Sarada because of who her Father was. Sarada was actually quite a nice girl and more than a capable kunoichi. A lot of people gave her respect because the Hokage's son was on the same team as she, and because she was good friends with him. One word from her and theoretically speaking she could very easily ruin somebody's social standing. Not that she would, Sarada didn't play dirty like that. Aimi herself would in a heart beat if the situation called for it. She smiled when he mentioned his parents, she'd very much like to meet them soon. How fast things were progressing! First it was fucking. And now, they were at the meet the parents stage of a relationship. She made an amused face when Habiki vanished in a puff of smoke. She better not have been talking to a shadow clone. Though she was pretty sure it was a summoning. Close attention afforded her the knowledge of the amount of smoke that was produced during a summoning and producing or vanishing a clone. She grunted and took off again, heading as fast as her body would allow for to the check point. She still kept Hirro in the visual range of her Byakugan, her sight could go much farther than any member of the Hyuga Clan. She loved having the wind rush through her flowing hair, having the wind on her face. Her serpentine tongue was out, she was 'tasting' the air as it were, getting a stronger sense of her surroundings aside from what she could see. After a period of travelling further, she made it to the third checkpoint. She raised her eyebrows upon seeing the log cabin, it was a nice little structure, and something clearly made very quickly. Then she saw Habiki. She spoke,"Tryna impresssss?" She was most certainly impressed. Not by the cabin, but by seeing him shirtless. She let the Snake Sage form fade away, she had no need for it at the moment. By the time she arrived he had put together a rudimentary long table with blanks and he was sitting on one side of it as he used his thumb's sharp nail that was a left over of his bat sage mode that had since left him. In his hand was a bulb of wood that he was sheering down with his thumb, sitting at this table that was crafted with two benches on each side for sitting outside of the porch of his almost luxurious cabin that he's erected in a fairly small amount of time for one man. It used a number of techniques for crafting and woodwork that he honestly didn't fully understand, but the power of the sharingan and a willing and capable body couldn't be anything short of amazing. Though, he looked to his beloved who arrived on scene with her immensely sexy and arousing speech pattern thanks to her sage mode, smiling to her. The most immediate detail, besides his shirtlessness, was the darkness beneath his eyes and how drained he appeared to be. "Well... I tried." He admitted, still smiling because it was hard to frown with his beautiful now non sage mode lover so clearly within his sight. Even his voice was partly strained, the amount of his overall energy he dropped on building this thing was nothing short of explosive. Ten men at peak physical condition, with machines and a photographic memory of the schematics couldn't perform as well as Habiki did here within the same amount of time. And yet, he was clearly not enthusiastic about the lack of lighting. His little project would be better with electricity and running water. There was a lake nearby, and he did imagine that he could dig up an underground source of clean water and even make a bit of a dam and a wooden windmill to generate at least some source of electricity. But, he'd need bulbs and wiring and pipes to make all of that a possibility. Even now as he was clearly worn down by his exertions, finally happy to be able to spread his wings and just be himself without the Anbu following him and watching him so closely, he didn't demonstrate a lot of self control. But, it wasn't like he was manic. He very calmly continued shaping these wooden bulbs that were meant to go on the top of the wooden posts in the railing for his porch. "If there were like three of me, instead. And if we had a weekend and the proper materials, instead of just two things I brought with me, this cabin could be a true thing of beauty." He looked to her again, smiling wider. "Fit for a King." He remarked, clearly a little more enthusiastic about it than he lead on. He'd stand and take a breath, making his way over to her, standing near to her. "Hirro's got until sundown before I'll go pluck him up myself. I'm sure that'll be rather frightening for him. He is a good few hours out, though. So... We have time to do anything." he mentioned the currently relevant items to their mission, the next part wasn't important now so he didn't mention it. Instead, he stood beside her before the whole fucking cabin he made with his efforts, under the sun, and beside the beautiful lake that ran nearby and was within clear view thanks to his deforesting. Aimi could see how worn out Habiki was from the sheer effort of putting together this sweet thing of beauty. She could see with her eyes he was low on chakra too. She, on the other hand, had plenty to give, even when factoring in how close she was to having her Reserve Seal forming. She put her hands on his, and she spoke,"Beloved, I could give you a soldier pill, or I could share my chakra with you. You look like shit." She didn't like seeing him so worn out. She should have been here to help him, curse him for rushing ahead of her! She could have helped, she could channel her Water natured chakra to cut logs and things. When water was tuned the right way, it could cut through the most durable of rocks and metals. The same could be said for Wind and Lightning as well. To be honest, with a little more work, this place would be a perfect little hide away for anyone. A nice little cabin for them, a perfect, quiet little retreat! Habiki let Aimi take his hands as he smiled weakly to her. She wasn't pulling any punches with the last comment and he had a lot of respect for that. He probably smelled like a man who worked hard under the sun all day too. However, he gently shook his head from side to side and let his bangs toss about as though the wind took them. "It's okay, love." He grumbled softly to her. "It's hard for me to exert myself like this. So doing something constructive instead of just spitting fire jutsu for hours is a major plus." He admitted to her before returning the grip with his right hand and her left, guiding her to the lake and the sun's soft radiance over the barely moving waters. "I expected to mess up and give up a lot earlier. Thankfully I have the night to recover and the rest of this day and evening, just us." He mused, looking to her with a smile as he spoke fondly about the time they'll share here together. Aimi was softly rubbing his hands with her fingers, trying to ease the tension she felt in his hands. She spoke,"You never know what's going to happen in the next few minutes. That's why I offered the soldier pills or my chakra." She walked with him to the lake, and she spoke,"It's a beautiful place here. I hope you don't decide to deconstruct this place later. It could be a private little spot for the two of us later." She could admire the simple life of a non shinobi, they did important duties, duties just as important as the jobs that shinobi did. She wondered what she and Habiki would do once they aged past the prime serving time of a shinobi. There were plenty of options. They could be teachers. Carpenters. Anything they wanted. She was good with her hands, she was good at building and fixing things. She fixed her pale gaze upon him, wondering what he would say, Even though he was drained. Even though he was exhausted. Feeling her fingers rubbing his hands as he walked with her definitely made him feel a lot better. Any normal man exerting themselves to the same labor Habiki did would likely have passed on to the after life. Though, he had access to his Sage Mode and he was just that much beyond the average Shinobi even without it. "That's unlike you, love." He whispered to her, smiling as he nodded to a pair of steps he made leading down the banking to the water for them to sit on and enjoy the sun and the view without having to stand so far from the water thanks to the banking. He'd lead her to them as he spoke. "Where's that confidence you exuded before? I'd think my sexy snake princess would find the idea of myself not being battle ready in the face of danger to simply mean more feeble enemy bodies for her to demonstrate her raw strengths." He mused slightly with a hyperbole with her bloodlust he's seen before."I agree, but there's something it's missing to make it truly time proof." He spoke very kindly, but clearly with a tinge of sadness in his voice with his cheek beside her own as he brushed cheeks with her. "I lack foundations to apply to the exposed wood. In a matter of months or a year, the exposure to the elements could easily ruin this place. The steps we sit upon and the walls and the beams that keep that cabin up would wear down under the influence of the rain and the abrasive winds. It doesn't help that it's near a large body of water either. I imagine that critters like ants could resist themselves from so much exposed wood either. Little bugs could wriggle holes through that wood that's likely to further the problems of the internal weaknesses in the natural logs. And besides, for it to be a secret getaway..." He kissed her lips softly before hitting her with his dark leathery voice like chocolate velvet sweetening the back of her taste buds by the sheer virtue of his immense display of all things masculine melting into his voice now as he held her and looked into her eyes. "We'd have to silence that third wheel."And after a pause he laughed softly, returning to his normal self. "You have no idea how much I enjoy watching you work, my sweet. While I enjoy causing chaos and carnage, I enjoy it just as much to see you doing the same thing." she gently replied, tracing patterns over his hands. She nodded when he mentioned the design flaws. To be fair, she could hire a team of carpenters to do the job for them, that way Habiki wouldn't have to exert himself. She sighed, and spoke,"I do not see the need for a three man team. We could do this together. Hell, one of us one our own could do it. Seems like a waste of village resources to me." She gently kissed Habiki back. The thought of getting rid of their third wheel was tempting, but she didn't want to disgrace her clan by being labeled a missing nin. She softly spoke,"There plenty of little places like this all over the Land of Fire to enjoy. We can always scout them out and build our private little get away at one of them." Not that there was anything wrong with the Hyuga Clan compound of the Uchiha Clan compound, there was just something so ridiculously appealing about having their own little private home far from the prying eyes of her clan and the village in general. "I'd rather just watch." He replied with the intention of being honest. Though, his heart wasn't quite as into that claim as it was when he told her that he loved her, that he needed her. Habiki wasn't lying to her, there was just more to the claim than was at face value and he didn't care to dig into it deeper. Especially as he watched and felt her running her fingers over his hand, smiling faintly as his eyes seemed to dim just slightly. The problem with having professionals do the job is that their get away couldn't be kept private for sure. "it's clear to me that the intention was threefold: To get me away from the village so I can't continue my snooping, include you so that their pesky anbu can rest with the both of us out of their hair, and to send Hirro to keep us on good behavior. They made a fatal error, however. I don't intend to behave any differently." He smiled wider now, resting his head on her own, just a bit. "Give me sun, trees and water, and I can whip out another cabin no problem. If we plan ahead, we can furnish it with electricity and furniture and carpets and futureproof it from the elements." He included his thoughts as he drew ever closer to sounding like he should be sleeping, more so now than before. "It's much unlike Lord Seventh to act in such a way though, I believe the problem is more than likely rooted somewhere in his administration. Perhaps there's a Danzo like figure that we are unaware of." she spoke, sounding dark. Every leader had one, even if they were unaware of it. For every bright leader, the face that the crowds saw, there was a dark side, the one that ordered assassinations and such. The Hokage was a fun loving family man, a strong leader with a strong conscience, and a very deadly warrior. No, this couldn't be his doing, somebody else had to be pulling the strings. She spoke,"I'd like that. I'd like that very much." It was fun to dream of the future. The day drew on, and it began to grow darker. Somehow, the lack of light seemed to give the place an even greater charm. This place could be a popular vacation spot if marketed properly... Still, it was darker, and no sign of Hirro. She grew worried, she couldn't see him through her Byakugan anymore. She saw him a few minutes ago. She spoke, her tone full of warning,"We have a problem. Hirro's not in my sights anymore." "I'm not sold on the idea that just one man could head such an operation and keep it from Lord Seventh." Habiki commented dully. His body repairing itself hindering his progress in gathering his will and energy in his rest with her. Though, it was clear that he wasn't nearly as bad as he was when she first arrived. If her eyes were trained on him, she'd see that he was already welling his chakra for something as they spoke and it occurred just as Hirro dropped off the radar.Hirro's will that drove him forward was nearing 'the will of fire' levels of dedication as he could already tell he was sore from launching his small thin frame forward with his legs so significantly weaker than Habiki's that it was interesting that these two were considered to be of the same species and profession for a non significant difference of time. And yet, just as he was about ready to pass the second checkpoint, covering two days of planned travel with his bag on his back, a tall and wide creature of the night sprung up and swallowed him just before vanishing in a buff of smoke.Dreaming of the future with Aimi was something Habiki caught himself doing even as he engaged in the serious dark espionage moments. And he found it difficult to tell himself that he'd just put off thinking about that stuff for later, even as it took up a lot of his imagination when he was supposed to be focusing on being silent and sneaky. In either case, he stood now with a grin. "I may have taken matters into my own hands with that slowpoke. Look at the sun's position in the sky. We could have been up all night worrying about that third wheel of ours!" He moved right into justifying himself, clearly with a tone of self amusement as he seemed to not be too concerned with how she'd take his actions when he hasn't yet explained what he did.Pushing his thumb to one of his fangs, pricking it just gently, he released just a droplet of his blood before pressing it to the soft bottom side of his left forearm. "Summoning Jutsu." He let the words run out of his mouth before the area behind them, just before the steps leading to the water erupted in a puff of smoke. A tall bat shinobi appeared, wearing a headband with his own wispy dark hair and a big pair of seemingly cat like eyes that were cartoonishly oversized. His wings covered his face as he appeared to be in a tall tube like shape. Just as he was about to unfurl his wings he noticed Aimi was there and he appeared to get all nervous before quickly waddling around to face away from Habiki and Aimi and spitting out Hirro.The boy didn't appear to be covered in saliva or anything and his bags landed beside him where he sat. "Er.." He started, taking in his surroundings. "You'd be surprised at the amount of crap Danzo got away with during Lord Third's and Lady Fifth's reigns without their knowing. I've heard the stories. I've learned to never doubt the amount of work one man or one woman can do if he or she puts their mind to the task." she spoke. Oh, the stories she had heard from other Leaf ninja who had been around during both reigns. She raised her eyebrows when Habiki mentioned hemayhave taken matters into his own hands on why Hirro had disappeared. She laughed lightly, and shook her head. She noticed the nervousness of the bat, and she wanted to know why. Her voice was soft and she spoke,"Bat san, does my presence unnerve you?" She didn't know what to call this one, but the least she could do was address it with the proper honorific. Her eyes flitted to Hirro, he seemed to be very confused, and his great confusion amused her greatly. She turned her attention to Hirro, and the tone of her voice may have even seemed the slightest bit disapproving,"I sincerely hope that your lack of agility won't compromise the mission." Habiki found himself often conflicted with Naruto's leadership decisions, from time to time. But, at the end of the day, he did consider himself at least somewhat jealous of what Naruto had. At least, the spirit of what Naruto had. A wife, kids, the most respected position of the most revered village, Aimi's clearly unwavering admiration. What more could a man ask for? Obviously Habiki didn't find himself drawn to Hinata in anyway, and he'd surely hope his kids turned out quite different from Boruto, but in essence, that's the sort of life he could see himself leaning towards. At least, in that respect, he'd never find himself aging out of being a Shinobi. The part about Aimi's admiration was why he found himself confused about all this talk about Danzo. Aimi should be the first person between them to recognize the countless gifts Naruto has for seeing people for who they are. He wasn't afraid to tell people when they were being shitty and he wasn't an idiot. Who casually dropped Gamabunta at the age Naruto was pulling him out in his fight with the Sand Village's hokage back when they were kids? A fight with a Jinchurki in it's full fledged form. A fight that Naruto, a child Boruto's age, won. No. Habiki didn't believe for even a second that Naruto played at least a passing role in this setup. After all, it wasn't a cruel punishment. It was basically like being grounded from going to school for doing something mildly against the rules in class and not having to do the homework.... Only paired with the woman whose mind body heart and soul drives any rational man over the edge in an instant in all of the right ways. The mission could have just as easily been just Habiki dragging some old ass man across countries for weeks all on his own. Weeks without his Aimi. And it'd have the same effect of keeping him away from whatever was going on with that vessel."Ah, hey hey hey..." He spoke low and softly, repeating the hey to make sure he got Aimi's attention. "Belly san is just a little self conscious. You were a smaller impressionable girl once, right? We're all learning to be comfortable with ourselves overtime." He wagged a finger playfully even though he was at least attempting to sound serious about her words to the big bat, standing up for his unbelievably useful underrated bat summon that doesn't like to be watched when he does his thing. Habiki smiled to Aimi to show that, along with his tired voice, he wasn't actually being stern with her. His smile being soft, like his voice now, with his eyes only partly opened as though he was waking up to see her now with such a lazy face.Hirro rubbed his face as he groaned again from being kidnapped so suddenly. The adrenaline coursing through his body had long since stopped energizing him and instead he felt more tired than before. His desire for sleep rivaled Habiki's. With less total exertion, of course. Comparing these two males was simply unfair to the point of being the precise opposite of sporting. Habiki listened to Aimi's comments to Hirro as Belly's summoning wore out and vanished, leaving just the more experienced Shinobi looking to Hirro's back as he sits beside his bags. "Now what's gotten into you?" Habiki whispered to Aimi playfully, finding her comments to Hirro fitting but seemingly a little unexpected from what he's known of Aimi from the years and years of his obsessive youngerself's needs to find her, wherever she was, and observe her. His was a weird love. Habiki had more than a mountain of heart for his beloved Hyugi Princess, but it was most certainly not conventionally or typical in any fashion."Yo, Hirro." Habiki tried to raise his energy to catch Hirro's attention. In a way, between males, this was also a method to trick Hirro into hearing him out before considering the situation. It didn't work all the time, but depending on the subject in question and the people involved, it could effectively work every time. Especially when given time to let such an interaction sink in, such as when Drill Sergeants shout their commands. Yet, Habiki wasn't quite shouting at the boy either. "H hmm?" Hirro replied, barely peering over his shoulder to the two on the steps near the water. Habiki wasn't completely satisfied with that sort of lack of enthusiasm, but it didn't really matter. "See that Cabin we found over there?" Habiki directs Hirro to look in the opposite direction. And as their third wheel did so, Habiki's big hand rested on Aimi's fucking lovely rump and he brushed his cheek to her own. "We're pretty sure there isn't any life in there. But, you should probably scout it out anyway. Don't complain, it's important that Aimi and I stay out here because we're less likely to get subdued by an ambush and if you need backup we can come running in." Habiki commented again as he warmed himself with his lovers perfect tush.Hirro inwardly whined without letting a peep of it out. Just what were these two like on their supposedly harder missions that left this middle of the road Chunin so incredibly tired on this much less difficult mission? Habiki did seem to call for them to make it to this point in the first night instead of the third, but Hirro didn't anticipate being so tired after his attempt to make it here and still needing help to make it before literal sundown. He'd climb up to his feet and brush his nose with the sleeve of his forearm. "Fine. I'll do that, then." Hirro grumbled in a way that was a little more kidd ish than annoying or crude. He was smaller than Habiki and his voice reflected that as he made his way towards and into the ominous unexpected log cabin. Aimi quietly spoke,"Smaller, yes. Shy, not so much. When you've got as much juice as I have, why would I be shy?" Okay, maybe impressionable when she was learning how to use her abilities, but she was never really a shy person. So many were jealous of her. Everyone in the clan had the Byakugan, but she was the only one to get additional kekkei genkais. She was smirking when he asked her what had gotten to her, and she spoke,"Nothing has gotten into me. Aside from you." She said the last part so quietly that only he could hear it. her cheeks burned red with delight when she felt one of Habiki's perfect hands slide down to her ass. Now that was a sensation she would always welcome no matter the time of the day. She could tell Hirro wasn't too happy about being sent inside the cabin to 'check' it out. She spoke once she was sure he was out of earshot,"You didn't leave any surprises for him in there, did you?" She couldn't wait to get this mission properly going. Maybe Hirro was sent with them so he could gain very valuable experience from more experienced ninja? Before moving into the Leaf Village, Habiki was once a shadow of the boy his fellow young ninja would come to find. And shy would have been an earnest upgrade from who he was and how he carried himself when he was smaller and under the thumb of his violent older sibling that no one in Konoha even knew existed. But, granted that he conquered that fear, conquered her with his superior eyes, and grew into the man of wonders and talents to be seen today, Habiki didn't look back on those days and he didn't carry a shred of that doubt and pain with him today. To her lewd comment he whispered with his lips against the top of her ear. "And I'll do it again." His voice playing with the words with a mix of delight and need. Seeing her blush made him smile more, his drive for what he implied growing as he grew more enthusiastic downstairs as well. His thumbs latching to the waist of her pants on both hips before his fingers gripping into her thighs pulled her rear right to his groin to let her feel his big, long 'enthusiasm'. This in of itself was quite the act given that she was on a higher step leading to the ground level than he was and he still lined up with her bottom just fine. "At the rate that boy is going, turning a corner at all is going to be a surprise. I didn't really think I'd be using the Cabin as a distraction, otherwise I would have pulled some strings and made sure it'd take him a lot longer." Habiki admitted as slowly moved his hips to make Aimi's hips move too, suggestively. His lips moved down to her neck, negotiating their way around her head band to kiss her neck where he's bitten her before. She wanted to get it on with him in the worst way, but now wasn't the time or the place. She was growing hot with want and need, but was doing a damn good job of suppressing those desires. She sighed in contentment, feeling him kissing along her neck, and she softly spoke,"Bite me." A bite could easily be hidden, unlike the smell of sex, and her fingers were unknotting the knot that tied her head band to her neck. If they couldn't do what they truly wanted, they could at least enjoy that sweet moment. It was hard to believe that in less than a year, she'd be birthing her's and Habiki's child or children, though in her heart, she'd knew they'd be having more than one. It was amazing what could happen given enough time. Though her real brain power was being spent on a wedding. Secret or public? She hadn't thought that far ahead just yet. She wanted to keep her mind on the mission, but the future held so many other interesting things than what was going on at the moment. He grumbled softly against her neck at her request. And while revealing her pale and incredibly bite able neck that did pull him in more and more, he still had to tell her the truth. "Hun, I'm drained. I've been putting up a good show with the summoning jutsu and rubbing on your bum, but I probably can't actually break your skin as I am now. And besides, even with normal human sensory abilities I bet we can't hide our scent or your blood from that boy." He admitted weakly with his lips to her neck still, leaving open an availability to give her the bite or attempt it anyway should she protest him. His hands would leave her waistband as they moved over her belly and looped his arms around her, cuddling her like he always could. She was going to make him a happy father and a more than happy husband with such a loving wife and beautiful healthy babies. He could probably summon some sort of strength to break her skin with his normal teeth. But, it'd certainly be more painful than anything, he imagined. At least with his fangs in Sage Mode that aspect of things would have been less prominent. He closed his eyes and took soft little breathes and listened to her heart. As a fellow sage, maybe a little less so than himself, Aimi was attuned to nature around her and he took in her warmth and her love while focusing and pulling inwardly from the air around them a certain unseen quality that'd ultimately transform into Nature Chakra as he welled it within his chakra points. Slowly, faintly at first, the purple marks on his face would appear as he partly opened his eyes and looked right to her neck. "I can't deny you this." He whispered once more with the transformation ebbing throughout his words darkly, his fangs pressing her soft white neck before pushing into her without a shred of resistance. These fangs were intended for this sort of thing, after all. He'd take in a little of her chakra, slowly, as he pushed his lips to her soft skin and tried to comfort her that way as he held her tighter. Aimi wanted to make him happy, and since she enjoyed the bite, and since he enjoyed biting her, she wanted him to take the bite. Her chakra would be freely given to him, and she wanted him to be nice and strong. She sighed in contentment when he took the plunge and bit her. It stung at first, but then the pain ebbed away, and was replaced by nothing but sheer pleasure. She sincerely hoped that these little things would ease him, bring him back to full strength. Her hands were over his, she dearly loved how he was cuddling her. Her chakra was so freely flowing into him at a decent amount, slowly draining as he was. The strength and purity of her chakra would slowly start a change in his dojutsu, slowly evolve it. She was falling into a very content lull, she felt warm and content right now, just happily melting into his warm touch. And right now, that was all she needed or wanted. And if there was ever a mess, she had plenty of extra clothes to wipe it all up. Even like this, Habiki was akin to a Vampire. He didn't enjoy light. Even using fire jutsu while in base Sage Mode wasn't very comfortable for Habiki. He'd still do it, but he'd rather rely on his strength and Sage Jutsu when transformed. Tasting her blood put him in a uniquely powerful position over his beloved. Would he ever forsake that? Perhaps not the Habiki she fell in love with, but there was definitely a time and definitely a part of Habiki that isn't as kind as he puts himself forward for her. Something innately evil, from both his eyes and the heart of his Sage Mode technique, would potentially compel Habiki to do something he wouldn't otherwise do. In any case, tasting Aimi's chakra as it rushed into his body with their combined wills, warmed Habiki much like his numerous points of contact with Aimi's body. Despite the fact that they weren't going to make love, he didn't see any reason in not feeling her body this way as he cuddled with her. His eyes slowly opened to reveal a whiteness to them that didn't quite belong.It was strange, his eyes weren't what he remembered and at first he couldn't tell if he had them open or if he had them closed and he was just day dreaming all of the things he saw now. His eyes now were blank, but not entirely like a Byakugan as there was no change around his eyes or pattern within them. Instead, very thin dark blue lines danced across the corners of his eyes, as though they were about to form something. But, the duo weren't in a good position to see his eyeballs in this moment and so it wasn't like either of them could examine it to come to a conclusion. He considered briefly that he was getting high off of Aimi's Chakra or her blood. Neither were impossible but this sort of illusion was. That wasn't how genjutsu worked or the delusions sent to the brain through the effects of drugs. He'd blink until his eyes were normal once more as it concerned him that he couldn't focus that budding evolution and the potential for something to grow wrong was quite large. He'd release her neck from his fangs and healed the wound with his saliva this time around. Her own medical ninjutsu instincts melting into this technique of his to make such a thing possible."Hmm." He tried to get her attention softly to allow her to rest in his arms in that state a little longer, not wanting to abruptly rob her of such a treat just to make her listen. "That was... curious." He added, brushing his cheek against her own. Throughout this time, the duo hadn't heard a peep out of Hirro as he had long since embarked on his journey through the cabin. Of course, Habiki didn't expect much of a peep out of him. The place was safe, it wasn't like rodents or snakes were going to populate the cabin. Aimi was just happy to lay into him as she was doing while he restored himself. To be honest, it eased some pressure off of her, as storing up chakra to build her Reserve Seal was rather taxing, and him draining her made her feel much looser and relaxed. She sighed in contentment when he pulled those lovely fangs of his out of her neck, and she spoke,"What was curious, beloved?" She was happy to feel his cheek on her own, she felt warm and content, much like she did after a good hot meal and bath. She didn't feel like moving any time soon. But still, this felt different than when he had drained her just a few days ago. Something felt different, but she didn't know how to describe it. She gave him an adoring look as she moved her head to look upon his very handsome face. Little did either of them know that this mission would do very strange things to what they could do with their dojutsus . Just as soon as the raising moon's light left him and the sounds of his allies' voices were drowned out by the imposing wooden cabin, Hirro's eyes opened wide. He wasn't quite alert or awake, but he was soberingly rigid with a feeling that was akin to tiny little ants fleeing up and down the skin that hid his spine. "F fire style." He weakly mumbled to himself as he made the sign of the rabbit and then raised his palm with his fingers and thumb craned towards his palm just as he released a little bit of a flame from his lips that floated just a little in place. "Palm torch technique!" He named it himself and spoke the name a little more proudly than he should. He'd hold the dwindling cinder carefully as he tried to guide himself through the incidentally creepy building. Hirro imagined that it could have been the workings of some rogue ninja or crazed science man whose gotten themselves into some maddening Kekkei Genkai twist on the Wood Release. There just wasn't any technology or left over furniture or lost items. It was human nature to forget something or drop something and not care to pick it up. Not even ninjas could reliably cover all of their tracks all of the time. The scent of sawdust was in the air, but it was more pine sappy in scent. Hirro put some pieces together, but despite his investigative brilliance that Aimi and Habiki weren't aware of, the true answer wasn't available to him as his pure heart didn't suspect that this was some sort of prank on Habiki's behalf."i must have been losing my grip on my consciousness." Habiki tried to justify what was curious honestly with probably the most likely excuse he could think up. "While i was tasting you, my eyes felt like they were changing and I just couldn't see things the way I'm used too. It wasn't anything like my Sharingan, but in that same respect, there were similarities." He told her the full truth despite being a little light on the details just a moment prior. He wasn't hiding anything from her, though. The dark haired broody looking prince smiled to her as she looked at him, opening his eyes a little more this time around since he was a little more awake. "I wanna test something, if you don't mind." Even as he spoke to his beloved Aimi, he pulled her in tighter and held her so firmly tight. Aimi's eyes rose up high on her forehead when he described that he felt like he had been losing consciousness. That was very concerning. But then he told her it felt like his eyes were changing. Now that was a fascinating thing. There was only two things Aimi knew a Sharingan could evolve into. There was the Mangekyo Sharingan, the evolved form of the normal Sharingan. Then there was the Rinnegan, the highest form of all. She hugged him as firmly as he held her, and she spoke,"Let's try what you want to try. I'm curious to see what will happen." Was he going to share chakra with her just as she had done with him? She spoke,"Perhaps my chakra was influencing your Sharingan to evolve?" Habiki smirked a little as he predicted she'd be all for seeing what he had in mind. She really was the opposite of cautious when it came to such things. Head first into battle. Head first into crazy jutsu. And they were just about equally enthusiastic about sex with each other. Though, Habiki had the advantage of being male. And from his perspective, much more capable of retaining said enthusiasm. He could probably take her anywhere at any time if she was as sincerely involved as he was. In any case, he nodded before speaking. "For someone young, activating the Sharingan isn't like flipping a switch right away. There's certain types of influences that leads to awakening an initial stage of such an eye. A shadow of what a real sharingan is. But, we both know I'm no stranger to dojutsu, and I can already tell there's something strange your chakra is doing behind my eyes. Perhaps when I was weak to the point of not having sufficient chakra to use my high expense dojutsu, your chakra rushed to that point first almost as if my body knew in a survival situation the first utility that'd drastically reduce my odds of death or failure would be my Sharingan?" He tried to explain what he felt along with some theories as to why he was feeling the way he did. But, ultimately, he sighed a little softly with a light chuckle he could only summon for his beloved, Aimi. He nibbled his bottom lip before deciding to just give it a shot anyway. His facial expression more quickly and effectively conveying this thought than words alone could. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them to reveal their blank whiteness from before. Like an abyss so pure that the outline of his natural eyeball could even be seen more clearly as opposed to regular eyes that have so much detail going on that it's easy for humans to forget they're actually spheres. But, then, veins slightly protruded on the outer sides of his eyes, not on the inner sides nearest to the bridge of his nose. This wasn't quite a Byakugan, but it was closer than it really should be before a black outline of three tomoe appeared and circled within his eyes where they should be. "That's about all I can do." He spoke softly, feeling the chakra he's borrowed from her burning within him now that he used it like this to push the seedling behind his eyes to bloom forth into a full branch. She nodded, carefully listening to what he explained out his theories about what her chakra did to his eyes. She slowly spoke upon seeing what his eyes turned into,"Beloved, tell me what you can see in me with your eyes." Were they evolving into Rinnegan? Or were they becoming close to a hybridization of Sharingan or Byakugan? If he wasn't so low on chakra right now, even with what she had shared with him, she'd ask him to share his own chakra with her just to see what happened. But not now, not unless Habiki wanted to. She didn't want to drain him just to satisfy her own curiosity. She wasn't selfish like that. She activated her Byakugan just out of curiosity to see his chakra points. While the chakra she had given him was mostly concentrated behind his eyes, it was flowing through his chakra points, making them shine very brightly, like little bits of starlight. Their chakra was very compatible, if what she saw was to be believed. She deactivated her Byakugan, impressed with what she saw. Truth be told, if his theory about why his eyes have changed was accurate, he wasn't sure how her eyes could do the same thing if they exchanged chakra in the opposite direction. There was so much about the origins of the Byakugan in the human body that he didn't know about. Not where it came from as in it's heritage, but how it sprouted forth. The information about the Byakugan, much like the Sharingan, biologically speaking wasn't widely known and deeply studied phenomenon. "I can see a lot... but let's see if I can impress you with exactly what I'm sure that I'm seeing." He felt as though what he saw within her head as she activated was a little concerning in terms of the differences between their eyes and whether he could do the same for her. And yet, he was confident he'd give her is all once they decided she was ready and they could attempt to recreate this sort of thing within her as well. His hands took to her hips and his thumbs slithered across her form, pressing inward just a little into her delicious flesh just a bit over her points where she was likely to know where they were. And time and time again, they'd move to the closest points nearest to her belly button up to her breasts, not being at all shy where he had to touch to show her that he wasn't simply guessing. And it he did so with what she'd be supposed to assume where his pupils illustrated with the tomoe, was focused directly on her own eyes. "How's about that? Hmm? There's a little more, but I gotta figure out exactly what I'm seeing. More than just points."Hirro tripped about twice and the low grade technique he developed himself to be idiot proof would flicker out of life just as it'd risk flaming up the floor and walls he tripped into. Slow mo groaning curses escaped his lips each time before he ultimately gave up on the idea of finding his way out or making entirely sure the place was free of life. Instead, just putting his back to the wall and dropping to bottom before forming the Rabbit seal once more with his hands. "Fire Release." He groaned the words more roughly just before breathing into his palm again. This time the technique coming forth without him depicting the move's name. Aimi had a smirk on her mouth when he said he would try to impress her with what she saw. Her eyes grew wide, his fingers were directly pressing where her chakra points were. As he did so, her skin tingled. She let out a quiet laugh when his hands went to her breasts, and she spoke,"Well, I'll be damned. You can see chakra points. Just imagine all the havoc you can wreak with some proper training on how to properly utilize your new abilities." Oh, she'd definitely show him the Eight Trigrams techniques once they were both able to ascertain more about what his eyes could do. A hybrid of the Sharingan and the Byakugan. And here she had originally thought he had awakened the Rinnegan. He'd truly be the strongest ninja in the village, even greater than Lord Seventh, and that was saying something. Though given what had just transpired, she wasn't too sure if their clans would be too happy. Their clans would never really have to know that they could do such things. Habiki never really cared about the opinions of others anyway, and his relationship with Aimi to this point should show that quite clearly. It's the consequences of those opinions that Habiki was acutely concerned with thanks to his newfound vulnerabilities no longer being capable of going lone wolf. Aimi is the centerpiece to his life now, and he couldn't have anyone causing unnecessary annoyances around them when they're supposed to be enjoying what few precious decades they'd have on this despicable rock. "I've got just the gal in mind, she's the best." He admitted to her before his eyes shifted slightly to their left and he seemed to focus on something very intensely. Unlike the warmth he wore on his face for Aimi, he seemed entirely animalistic, in a trance and staring down prey now. Slowly, his tomoe pattern shifted more and more to the left before he'd blink and look back to her. "That is... disgustingly far away." He admitted, the seriousness on his face not melting even now. "I don't have truly wide vision, like a Byakugan should, but if I really try..." He loosened his arms from around her before covering his eyes with a single palm. Tilting his head back as he took a deep breathe. "I can't stop looking further, and further. There's no stop to it. I think I'm getting loopy." She softly spoke, running her fingers along him, activating her Byakugan again, stimulating and opening up his chakra points,"I'll show you how to control your newfound visual abilities after we get home from this mission. If it's possible, I'll show you the Eight Trigrams techniques and how to apply a nature transformation to them as well." Neither of them really needed any extra firepower, but still, it didn't hurt to have extra weapons at their disposal. She spoke,"How far out do you think you can see?" Even though he said there was no end to his sight, she wanted a rough estimate from him, judge against how far she could see. This was a wonderful development, something to celebrate in private. She was very glad she had decided to go on this mission, even though there were no real options on whether to go on it or not. If she hadn't gone, and decided to pull and whine and drag her feet, Habiki's dojutsu might have never evolved as they had right now. Her hands over him and her loving touch had always been appreciated and welcomed, especially when he needed to feel better. But, this sort of disorientation was really going to make him lose his lunch. His world was suddenly growing much, much larger and without even trying he was finding his perspective flicking about wildly. It was all so much to take in and he saw right through his own damned hand, meaning his own attempt to cover and stop such a shifty ride was a failure right away. His hands would move down his body as he took her own hands and then pressed his thumbs into her palms as he opened his eyes and turned his head to the right. With a deep breath, he tried to focus. "That'd be lovely." He grunted a little bit as he spoke to her, clearly being a little thrown off by his new dojutsu. His sight just kept going and going. Answering her question was going to be difficult as he wasn't used to estimating these sort of distances. "About 150 160 Kilometers." He muttered, finding himself stunned to see that his eyes could go beyond the second checkpoint if he sincerely looked in that direction alone. She raised her eyebrows when he said that his visual range went out to about 150 160 kilometers. That was right about how far she could go without causing herself eyestrain by forcing her eyes to go further. She spoke,"That's as far as my eyes can go. But for now, my sweet love... Deactivate your dojutsu. You look like you're going to puke. Enough experimenting for today, I think." She decided to distract him for a moment, and she spoke,"I can cook the lot of us some food, eating something will make you feel better." She had brought along medicinal herbs that would not only make one feel better, but also taste pretty decent when applied to the proper recipe. She wanted him firing on all pistons for tomorrow, and skipping meals was not the way to go about feeling better. Besides, it was going to be good practice for a new domestic life with Habiki later on in the future. "You've been seeing that for all this time?" He quirked an eyebrow upward with a sly grin. Slowly but surely, his demeanor returned to normal as he darted his eyes about, peering long and far for just about anything to see through that would be naughty of him to spy on. Ever since he was just a boy he wanted eyes that could see anything like this. And now that he finally had them there wasn't anything to ogle that he wasn't supposed too. It'd be a sad day if he was ever spying on Aimi to see her naked body, not because it wasn't a beautiful sight, but because he was far too manly to not just get such a thing on his own merits. Just forest for miles and miles and miles, and nothing super secret to uncover. He frowned a little as he started to blink the eyes away and look to Aimi with his normal pair once more. "It would appear nobody is taking a shower around here." He mused with his smile creeping back before leaning in and kissing Aimi's throat and then picking her up in his arms. "Your Chakra keeps working through me like a flame that doesn't die." He whispered to her, carrying her in his strong arms back towards his bag and his top. He'd set her down with her round bountiful rump upon the table he made earlier before stretching his muscular upper body as he spoke to her now. "Did you pack something yummy for me? What if I don't let Hirro have a single bite of your food?" He played more like he was the super jealous type before chuckling darkly, picking up the dress shirt and leaving the coat behind as he pulled on the shirt and left it unbuttoned. "No, wait. I'll let him have just a little so he knows that I'm the luckiest man alive ." "I was able to increase my visual range with a crap ton of training. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears went into making my eyes see that far. I can probably go a lot further, but it makes me eyes hurt when I do that." she spoke. She wondered what her beloved Prince would now do with his new visual powers. She smiled when she saw his eyes go back to normal. Normal eyes. Sharingan. Mangekyo Sharingan. Now these new eyes. All of those eyes of his were beautiful to her. She found herself the luckiest woman alive to get such a perfect man. She tied her forehead protector back to her neck after Habiki was finished kissing her throat. She laughed when he picked her up and set her butt down on the table he made, and she spoke,"I'll be a very good ninja wife. I can cook and protect myself." She began getting necessary cooking items and foods out of her bag. Something nice and hearty for tonight. They'd get a special treat for tomorrow for breakfast. All those years spent peeping on restaurant chefs with her Byakugan were definitely going to pay off. He stood around her as he adjusted his bags and listened to her words from before again in his head. Habiki's intent was to let Aimi have her time to get the things that she needed as he distracted himself momentarily. Instead, he thought about the blood, sweat, and tears that she spoke about. How much of her life was he just not there for? He knew he didn't know everything about her, and that it wasn't like just watching her all those years was the same thing as being her friend or someone close. He didn't enjoy the idea that she suffered without him around. Surely, she'd see it as necessary for her to grow. No pain, no gain. But, no matter how brave she was, or how capable or strong she was as his future wive: She's more important to him than anything and it pained him to just imagine what she described. He approached her from the side and hugged her head almost randomly granted their positions at the time made it a little easier to hug just her head as he ran a hand through her hair. "The best ninja bride." He whispered to her in his deep voice, sweet and dark much like a treat.And then he turned to make his way back toward the cabin door. "I'll fetch our third wheel." Habiki nodded to her before vanishing into the darkness beyond the primitive door. The brown haired glasses wearing chunin was awaiting rescue as he tried to keep his little fire lit with his chakra and his eyes open. "I've got some explaining to do." Habiki spoke suddenly from the boy's left in a nearby doorway, spooking the poor boy. And yet, Hirro was too tired for an animated response. Just a nod coming from the smaller, younger male. The sight of his ally being so drained didn't flare on any sadistic veins for Habiki as he saw Hirro withering this exhaustion. Of course, it was natural for Habiki to be at least a little proud to see the smaller shinobi pushing himself. Maybe Hirro didn't see it the same way, but Habiki knew the smaller guy as getting stronger for it.The two of them emerged out of the door together with Hirro relying on Habiki for support before Habiki guided him to the bench of the wooden table. "There there, little guy." Habiki spoke to the drained chunin, patting his back before returning to watching Aimi while also sitting at the table. Hirro gave a feeble murmur of acceptance, being too tired to actually speak. "A good meal and some sleep sounds good to all of us, I'm sure." Habiki chuckled a tittle before folding his arms and resting his cheek on them as he watched Aimi. "I'm looking forward to it." Aimi had always wondered why that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't perform Earth Style techniques or Fire Style techniques. Either nothing happened or something would go badly wrong. Maybe it was because of her kekkei genkais, maybe not, but still, since she couldn't use a Fire Style technique to start cooking, she always had a lighter on hand. She purred softly as he hugged her head, his touch was just so damn pleasing. She was smiling watching Hirro lean on Habiki as she began the work of food preparation. She was chopping and peeling vegetables and other things. Raw as everything was right now, the faint smells in the air were a promise of a wonderful meal to come. She had a respectable sized pot out filled with water, and she dumped the chopped food items into it, and lit her fire. She was periodically stirring with a ladle, and finally, everything began to boil, the wonderful smells intensifying. It was a recipe from a restaurant not far off from Ichiraku, except this place didn't serve noodles. After even more time, she extinguished the flame with a very small Water style technique, and she began ladling out the stew into bowls she had set out while waiting for the stew to bubble. She got spoons out as well, and spoke,"Dig in, this stuff's as good as damn soldier pills." Meat and vegetable stew was her favorite thing to make. Meekly, the first one to raise his hands above the wooden bench tabletop was Hirro was he grabbed at the bowl and brought his head down to it. The boy's long brown bangs and his tired face would receive the wafting warmth from the bowl that was visually quite different from the cool night air. It almost immediately made his face gain color that it was drained of from his nightly spook and all of the long distance covering. The scent of the savory delicacy that entered his nostrils practically driving the smaller male from his near slumber like state. Though, he didn't really find the will to reach for his utensil. It was delicious, Hirro could just tell, but he barely had the strength to get this far.Habiki was almost entirely different in his approach. The bowl itself being lifted into the palm of solely his left hand, his perfectly sized manly hand as he smiled wide and also brought the bowl near to his face. Even behind his normal eyes, there was plenty of room for awe and wonder for spectators to speculate at what Habiki could observe that they could not. He had a firm memory of what made different meats more or less suitable for different dishes, but he wasn't a cook himself. The man could just read, comprehend and apply any properly written concept like no one's business. He wasn't as familiar with vegetables outside his own personal experience, and he was a little more fond of blood than he was with health foods. All together, this was going to be the first meal crafted for him by the hands of the mother of his children, his future bride. In a way, he was a little nervous. He trusted her confidence and he knew Aimi was a smart woman, almost headstrong in her determination and most certainly stubborn in some ways. By all means, she'll make great food. He just wanted to be absolutely sure he could be honest with her about how he feels after his first bite. It seemed promising, but he knew that things weren't always as they seemed.He'd pick up a spoon, not reaching for summoning a particular bat that could always lend him chopsticks as he desired a spoon for this sort of dish. First came the broth. A soup wasn't a soup without a broth, whether a chef was aware of this or if they're just throwing some stuff together in a hot pot of water The soup would still have a broth. His spoon being lowered into the bowl with it's bottom pushing into the meat and veggies just low enough for the broth to seep into the spoon before he'd retrieve it and bring the spoon right to his lips. One sip, and then another, and then he'd finish the spoon with his eyes closed. Despite not being an experienced cook, he appeared to be taking into account a number of features before opening his eyes with a wide grin and a glow to his eyes. He'd quickly gather up a spoon full of the meat and with some veggies before popping that into his mouth as well and chewing with both his shiny white human teeth and fangs. Feeling the very warm food bend to his will as it dispensed flavor and structural satisfaction along his gums and tongue.It wouldn't be long after savoring this bite before the difference between Habiki's face, his spoon and the edge of his bowl was quickly eliminated. He didn't even seemed to be slowed by the slightest by the bowl's heat after having been just freshly made. He even appeared to be so enraptured by his devouring of the soup that he tilted his head back and scooped the last few drops and chunks of meat into his mouth before chewing it's fullness down and swallowing what remained within his cheeks. He'd finally release a breath of such great concentrated warmth that it was practically a solid white cloud. "Mmmh...." He made a mixed sound of pleasure and a look of satisfaction. In his eyes, it's like he was debating a way of giving her more babies in her belly. She was simply the best bride, and she did more than prove it at every possible opportunity. He wanted to express this immense feeling welling within his chest, but it was probably best illustrated with his hips and the intense mating they were growing accustomed too. Poor Hirro didn't seem to have the strength to eat. Poor kid, she'd remedy that later after she finished stuffing her face. Her jaw almost dropped as she ate, Habiki ate very quickly, and this stuff was fresh from the pot too. But then again, he was used to heat, wasn't he? His chakra nature was Fire. Then again, most of the Uchiha tended to have Fire natured chakra. But still, the fact that Habiki enjoyed her food to the point of so quickly stuffing himself warmed her heart. She finished her bowl. She knew this action might bother Habiki, since he would surely prefer she'd do this to him and their future children, but Hirro needed to eat. She slid in between Habiki and Hirro after walking around the table, and she took Hirro's spoon, and she gently spoke,"Open wide." To her intense delight, Hirro did as she asked. She approached her task with a gentle heart and hand as she spoon fed him bit by bit. Nobody was going hungry on her watch, nor was anybody going to not going to enjoy her food. It took a long time, but slowly, Hirro's bowl was empty as her bowl and Habiki's. She had a heart of gold. It would appear that Habiki left the table earlier than he had too, setting his bowl an utensil with her own before making his way for the log cabin and entering it on his own. With his bag and some of his clothing so very clearly in the open with the others, he didn't really feel the need to point out where his stuff was or that they shouldn't go through it. At least one of the two ninja he left out on the table wasn't going to be able to do something like that with his body the way it was. Habiki didn't care to think about it, really. Opting to move through the dark within his construction as he got to one of the beds he put together himself, laying himself across the glorified bag of leaves as he closed his eyes with just one arm behind his head. He didn't much care for helping the third wheel back into the building he just helped the smaller male out of and in a way, he figured Aimi would find it to be patronizing in a sense if he insisted on guiding her through the cabin as well. And yet, there was some stuff he didn't really wanna think about or process. Aimi was taking care of Hirro in a very nurse like, almost motherly fashion. She cleared up and cleaned up the dishes, and she helped him walk through the house to his room. He really did push himself very far today. She still saw him as a third wheel, but not she saw him as a third wheel that worked hard to try and keep up with her and Habiki. He would make a fine jonin one day with that sort of spirit. She helped him to bed, and left him be, and made her way to her own part of the nice house. What pleased her the most aside from telling Habiki she was pregnant was that both he and Hirro loved her food. Not her recipe, it was somebody else's recipe, but it was a damn good one, and she made it perfectly. Habiki and their children would always have restaurant quality food for as long as she was able to cook food. Today had gone very well in general, and she hoped tomorrow would be even better. She flopped down on the 'bed', her eyes closing as soon as her head hit the surface. The sun wasn't up before Habiki already crept out of the log cabin with enough sleep to function. Silence had nothing to do with it, he was lethally untraceable by even sharply aware shinobi at this point. And his teammates were still sleeping, to his knowledge. He'd snatch up his hat and coat to complete his fine looking suit before heading in the direction of the nearest town like village that they were supposed to be meeting with their client within at some point in the next two days. And yet, Habiki wasn't even intending on even incidentally crossing paths with the client. All dressed up, Habiki made his way across a number of closed doors, it was likely most of the civilians of this village were asleep at this hour. The Uchiha prince approached a muscular male that stood outside of a particular door, and even though the male glared at him unfavorably, Habiki showed a peculiar pin from within one of his pockets. After just a brief moment, the man nodded before letting Habiki enter. Of course, Habiki wasn't ever threatened by muscleheads, he just didn't wanna cause a scene with lots of sound when he didn't have too. Habiki vanished behind the door and he remained within the building for a few hours.Once the sun was more in the air, Habiki returned with a black sack over his shoulder. He didn't smell like anything, and it didn't appear that his outfit was tampered, but was surely at least a little suspicious that he went anywhere without telling his comrades. And what was within the black sack could surely raise some questions. He'd toss his hat back inside of his regular back before sitting on the steps near to the water with the black sack within his lap. His hair moving with the wind as he watched waves. Aimi slept very, very hard, as did Hirro, neither of them waking up to Habiki leaving the cabin. Aimi stirred about an hour after Habiki came back when the bright sunlight made its way through her room's 'windows'. She slept very, very well, feeling quite refreshed. She was ready for action, and more importantly, ready for breakfast. Well, she had to cook it first before she ate it, and she was hoping Habiki and Hirro were just as awake as she was. She dressed herself in fresh clothing, putting on her shoes before she left the room to go out to start making food. She made her way outside, smiling upon seeing Habiki. Already dressed, and she made her way to him, sitting next to him, and she spoke,"ready for breakfast?" She wondered what was going through his handsome mind right now, and more importantly, what was in the black sack on his lap. Of course, she could use the Byakugan to peep, but she wasn't the sort to pry through other people's business. If he wanted to tell her, he would tell her in due time. Habiki had a trusting woman on his hands, at least from what he could tell. Even so far as that she didn't even ask about the black sack that sat within his lap. Whether she'd be disappointed by the fact that the sack couldn't be penetrated with the Byakugan or not wasn't in the cards for Habiki to figure out or not. On his way here, he already attempted to see through it with his eyes that, to his understanding, mirrored the Byakugan in capabilities and he failed as well. But, he knew exactly what was behind this black fabric. He smiled a little, looking to Aimi with a little darkness beneath his eyes as he listened to her. "I'm open to some breakfast, if you'd make it." Habiki wasn't one hundred percent right now, and what that meant was more subjective or it changed based on perspective. He didn't seem as alive as he could be. He didn't seem as emotionally forward and charismatic as he could be.Hirro got up and stretched himself while thinking about what happened the other day. Why did missions like this have to be so physically and mentally stressful? Was it just the Shinobi he was paired with? Would missions be like this all of the time as he worked his way into the more difficult missions throughout his Shinobi career? There was a mixed feeling about that concept for Hirro, especially as he looked out the window and saw Habiki and Aimi down by the water again. He felt something like a cold snake crawling up his spine as he remembered the sensations that followed the last time spotting the duo down there. Why was this log cabin so creepy? He'd wonder to himself, sticking his hands in his pockets as he moved to make his way out of the cabin. He planned on just looking over his stuff and being a little less social. Aimi's eyes were narrowed. She could tell something was bothering Habiki, but she wasn't going to push it. She softly spoke,"Of course I'll make breakfast, come to the table." She left his side, getting up and going to the table where she got out plates and cutlery, and then she went to the area she had used to cook last night, and began preparing the ingredients she'd need to make this morning's breakfast. She lit the fire with her handy little lighter, and heated up the pan. She was whisking together eggs, meat, cheese, and vegetables in a bowl, and when she was satisfied with what she saw, she poured everything into the big pan, and began scrambling the mixture. Everything she had cooked was very high in nutrients, things that were perfectly healthy fuel to help a ninja power through the day. The smell began wafting throughout the area, such was how wonderful everything smelled. After some time, the food was finished cooking, and she portioned everything out onto their plates, and she spoke,"Food's ready!" She set the pan back down, and put out the fire using a gentle Water Style technique. She hoped the boys liked her food this morning as much as they had last night. Hirro noticed there was something going on in the area where Aimi made food last night and that Habiki had already moved to the table So the younger shinobi made his way to the table and sat opposite of the taller male. During the wait, neither of them looked at each other much as Aimi worked on the breakfast. Hirro was paying attention to the ingredients and what Aimi was up to while Habiki sat the black sack between his feet on the ground as he eyed the forest line. His eyes were just too tempting to him as he fought the desire to flip on the sight that Aimi's chakra gifted to him. There was always the risk that a Shinobi would grow too fond of the ability to see more and they'd lose track of the chakra drain, ultimately weakening themselves severely before they'd have to overcome and ambush or take someone else's life.As the plates were delivered, Hirro seemed to eat faster than Habiki. Just as he started his soup last night, Habiki seemed to break down what sat before him with his eyes as he split up just a single bit of each ingredient, going from veggies to the meat to the eggs and mentally noting the presence of cheese as he chewed a single piece of each ingredient separately. It took him some time to do this, and he'd finish by the time that Hirro ate about half and started rubbing his tummy with a smile. "It's good, Aimi san." He spoke softly, clearly a little worn from the other day. This was different than the state that Habiki was in as he nodded to Hirro's statement. There was a sense of agreement before Habiki started to get larger bites and chewing all sorts of the parts together and smiling wider as he did, nearly finishing before Hirro would. Which, in of itself would seem like a magic trick as he wasn't nearly as frantic with the speed at which he shoveled bites of the delicious eggs into his mouth.As Habiki finished, he'd leave his fork upon the plate and moved his plate to a good place upon the table for them to gather the dirty dishes. His next action was to pluck up and sling the black sack over his shoulder. "Another job well done, Aimi." He spoke darkly with that lower voice of his, a genuine compliment followed by a nod before he'd move from the table. "We should make contact with the client today. I'd like to move along on this mission sooner, rather than later." Aimi had a pleased look on her face when Hirro and Habiki both said her food was good. She rather did like being complimented, so she was very much so in a good mood. Aimi took the dirty dishes and cutlery and she quickly got them clean and put away. She nodded when Habiki said that they would be going to make contact with the client later today. She quickly got every put away, and started properly packing up her things in her little section of the cabin. Now that she had food in her stomach, she felt properly ready for the day. One new day to her meant one day closer to her Reserve Seal. To be fair, given that she was a medical ninja, she shouldn't even be fighting on the front lines when one considered Tsunade's rules, but she never did seem to follow any rules, be it village rules or any other rules. Though to be fair, she only followed rules and orders when they suited her, when obedience was more important than her own desires. Habiki had time to seat himself at the table once more as he watched over Hirro's obsessive repacking of things he only unpacked to repack. As the boy's smaller hands took to the items to arrange them before putting them back into one of his bags, Habiki thought about what was draining him now. He was missing something that made him whole. It felt as though one of them was pushing for this duo to grow up faster than he expected having a baby together would force them too. They weren't late twenties yet, and Habiki could still feel his undying need to have his Lover's body and touch that way. His eyes dropped to his footwear as he nibbled a little on his bottom lip. What was he supposed to do when he felt like this? Keeping it away from her was a bad idea, he knew that. If she felt similar he would rather that she approached him about it so that he could prove it with his body that they were still quite young and that they could dabble into these things whenever they wanted. He'd stand, leaving his black sack behind while Hirro was still repacked his own things, entering the cabin a good few moments after Aimi did. He'd fold his arms as he leaned up against a wall, watching Aimi with a small smile. In a little bit they were likely to take off for the place he recently returned from, but he doubted they'd be able to convince the client to leave sooner without his Genjutsu. Aimi was standing close to Habiki once Hirro was out of their eyesight. With one of her fingers, she drew a heart on one of his hands. She softly spoke,"Maybe some more pleasure after the mission, yeah?" She wanted to get in all the pleasure she could before she got too big and it got too awkward to engage in sexual acts with Habiki. She couldn't wait to find out when she was further along what gender the baby or babies would be. She couldn't wait to set up a nursery and everything, do all the 'Mom' things. Even after having children, she still wanted to be a proud leaf ninja. Perhaps she'd ask Lord Seventh to have an alternating schedule of missions for her and Habiki. One stays home while the other goes out on missions, that way the babies would always have somebody at home to take care of them. But still, now was not the time to think of such things, even though it was something she couldn't wait to do when the time came to it. She couldn't wait to finish this mission. She wondered if she'd learn anything new during this mission. she tried to learn one new thing every day, even if the little snippet of knowledge was 'unimportant'. He watched her watching him as she approached. His arms still folded as he smiled for her, Habiki's presence was usually quite ominous. Especially how he often towered over other ninja, and he could be both lethally silent and fast despite his speed. Yet, here he was with his trained eyes practically glued to her own. Even in just slightly altered realities these two could just as easily be locked in combat instead of talking about baby stuff or making love. Despite this, he only wondered how much of him those eyes of her's had recorded or could see. Could she see his heart and his soul? The way his heart picked up it's pace as she drew the heart into his hand? The way his body heat practically raised a few degrees on it's own as he comprehended the words that she said? Habiki wasn't a blank slate, but he wasn't entirely chaotic either. "I'd love that. But, you should know that I was going to take that pleasure anyway." He teased with his smile. It was easier to forget the solemnly serious contents he carried in that black sack while it was out of his reach. Now he closed the distance before holding her lower back in just one palm. His lips taking her own in a forceful, needy kiss that was about as deep as he could summon without making out with the back of her throat. He'd feel it instinctively, the precise moment to pull back with a slightly messy small smile and to gauge his handiwork. "Why did this have to be such an artificially long mission? It already feels like an eternity." She was smiling when he said that he was going to take that pleasure either way. She arched into him when she felt one of his wonderful hands go to her lower back. She gave him a hungry response to his kiss, this one was full of strong desire. She took a deep breath after they pulled apart, his kisses always stole the breath out of her lungs. It was hard to keep the Sage at bay. She spoke,"Tell me about it. One of the two of us could have had this mission packed away and home already. Makes me wonder what's not being told to us." She wished she could show more affection right now, but they had the mission to deal with. But damn, that burning desire to ask about what was in the black sack was strong, mainly because she was pretty fucking sure Habiki didn't have it with him yesterday. Or maybe he did, and it had been tucked away in one of his bags. She just wanted to cuddle with Habiki. or sex with him. Preferably both, as both were equally pleasing activities. What more in life couldn't be entirely out classed by feeling Aimi's lovely body arched into his own? Her full lips taking to his own with her hunger clearly shining through, making him practically salivate. Habiki didn't want to go a minute without his Hyuga Princess. Sadly, life wasn't going to make it easier on him. They had the mission to contend with, and Hirro to keep an eye out for. Besides, even if they were on their own, fucking like wild animals wasn't advisable regardless of the relative safety of this current environment. The wind could only send their strong scents further, their immediate auras couldn't be missed in the heat of their action and he doubted he could mate her silently. As for the black sack, the contents of his only pack was open and on display the other day as he used some materials to finalize some details for his Cabin. The conclusion that she might think she missed seeing it earlier remained plausible, but he kinda doubted she wasnt curious. Even now, as he eyed over her beautiful body and the way she tried to gather her breath that could just as easily make him more erect than a horse. "We are deliberately left in the dark. Village business should be our business. What if something we weren't alerted about gets us killed? I'd..." He balled his fists and narrowed his eyes. "I don't wanna be stuck out here any longer than we gotta be." He changed the subject before turning and heading for the door. He'd grab the black sack before slinging it over his shoulder. "Hirro, Aimi, let's head into town a little earlier than planned. If we can get that old bastard to leave with us today or tonight we could be home in a few days." "If missing information gets us hurt, you can be sure both our clans will be tearing the administration a new one for putting their most prized members in harms way." she spoke. To be fair, any mission could put them in harms way, but what would certainly enrage both clans was that if they got hurt because of a lack of information. Aimi followed Habiki out the door, and Hirro followed out right behind her. She spoke,"Sounds solid to me. Might even set a new record on completing a mission." She liked trying to see how fast she could get things done, that way she could pack in more missions. More missions meant more combat experience. More combat experience meant she was a deadlier fighter. Better fighter brought her closer to that jonin ranking she so dearly craved. And now, if she completed missions more quickly, she'd get more time at home to spend with Habiki. Or if time at home with him wasn't possible, she might even get to go on more missions with him. "Maybe your clan will feel that way, for you." Habiki got back to Aimi for her comment earlier after having thought about it during his brief, brief rant about getting things going. He didn't seem shy about talking about it in front of Hirro, as he continued. "It was an important move to align the clansmen more closely to Konoha, being at the core of my bloodline affords myself no literal royalties. Push come to shove, the Uchiha fight for Konoha, they might have a little bit of a hard time just giving up on me... But, rejoining with the village wouldn't have been an easy process if that level of trust couldn't be layered. They wouldn't have it if my family followed more similar structures to the main branch Hyuga family's more interesting factoids." He added to the idea a little more before looking right at Hirro and plopping his own fancy hat right onto the smaller brown haired Shinobi's head, who blinked and jumped a little at the sudden act. "And don't you read too much into that, little guy." Habiki grinned devilishly as his bangs covered his sharp eyes slightly, casting an ominous shadow over his face."R right." Hirro would stutter, showing that he was no stranger to lacking confidence or the energy on multiple occasions to just say words the way he imagined. Habiki would leave the hat on the boy's head as he turned with a bit of a shrug in his shoulders. "I don't know about any given records, we're already one day into this mess as it is. Surely there are faster missions." He tried to reason and be pragmatic with one of Aimi's comments before smiling to her. His look would linger before he started taking the steps that lead to the village nearby. "Come come, my underlings. It's time we practice playing nice and not using genjutsu to get your way despite how tempting it might be! You can leave some of your stuff behind, odds are we're probably walking back this way whether he says yes or no." Aimi nodded when Habiki spoke. The Hyuga clan was protective of all its members. Well, the branch family less so, since it was a long held belief that the branch family protect the main one. Aimi personally thought it disgusting the way that the main family treated the branch family, but relations had gotten better over the last 10 years or so from what she had observed. She raised her eyebrows when she saw Habiki place his hat on Hirro's head. She wondered what he was up to. Aimi dropped one of her bags in her 'room' after walking back into the cabin, it was the one that carried the bulk of the food and cooking items. She had little snacks hidden all over the rest of her bags. She walked right back out, still smirking on the inside when he mentioned not using genjutsu to get their way. Oh, didn't she know all about that. She was a gifted genjutsu user. She preferred not to make full on illusions, she preferred to use it in her words, 'compelling' people to do what she wanted them to do. Not a very ethical thing, but it sure as shit sped things up. Snakes were no strangers to genjutsu, from what Habiki remembered overhearing. Thankfully, he had yet to face a Snake summoner shinobi on the battlefield and Aimi has somehow managed to not unleash a wave of smaller snakes over his body by now. Habiki figured that since his biting and use of other bat sage features crept into their love life here and there, that Aimi would include a literal snake somehow. But, Habiki was quite comfortable with her split tongue, and the way her speech altered in her snake mode, and her scales that changed based on her emotions, all together that really got Habiki going. In fact, Habiki was quite glad to be leading the pack as he grew quite erect and bothered as he thought about his princess, naked in his arms and whispering sweet snake sage y nothings into chest as she licked his skin just because she could with his fingers barely tracing her scales on her back and cheek. Ugh. How was he going to survive this mission if this was all he could think about? They were vulnerable to a sneak attack when they made love, but Habiki was slowly losing his mind.In any case, there wasn't really much of a clearing or space that indicated the end of the forest and the opening to the village they traveled too. Sooner than expected, and almost entirely without a crack of light in the thick forest walls they'd step right into the village. As if it was an illusion, the forest practically ended on a very thin line and a whole host of modern and not so modern living spaces occupied a fairly decent chunk of land before a hill with a windmill upon it. Beyond the hill was even more estates and large farmlands. The sky about the village was a bright baby blue with sunlight that was practically jarring for the nearly budding bat sage Habiki, his hand covering his eyes like a visor. His hat still on Hirro's head didn't have such a thing, so he didn't reach for it. There were more older people than young people about, doing their daily chores as an older male and female approached them. The female was moderately round and the male was ghostly thin as they approached Habiki."Ah, Habiki san." The older female spoke, clearing with some sort of respect to Habiki. As if he was teaching her something. Either that, or they weren't as familiar with honorifics as other people. "Did you find what you were looking for all right?" She continued, the older man simply giving the three a wave as he stood nearby, silently."Yes. It's safely within my possession, now. We're heading to the inn. It's urgent, Please forgive me." Habiki spoke back to her, himself being rather familiar with the people of the village and showing it clearly in the way he spoke and his body language. As though these two were a pair of grandparents he spoke to once a year. Habiki moved on pass these two as they turned their attention partly to Aimi and Hirro in case either of these two needed something. But, not staring the two younger shinobi down as if they expected their time or something creepy like that. Aimi liked cuddling with Habiki when they were enjoying each other's bodies in Sage Mode. Since reptiles were cold blood, she just enjoyed curling up against his very hot body. Even in her normal human form, her body temperature ran lower than everybody else's did. All she really wanted to do right now was cuddle with him. Take a vacation with him. Just have alone time with him. Was that so much to ask for? He so did enjoy her serpentine tongue working over his body, and she enjoyed the fact that he liked that tongue. If the mission got interesting, which she doubted would, he'd get to see more than just scales and a tongue. It'd get nice and ugly if she entered her second stage. That or if she didn't bother, she'd just summon her personal summon. Her summon liked eating Aimi's enemies, and Aimi was more than happy to let her eat the shinobi she defeated. Both of them got to cause lots of damage, so it was a win win situation. They continued on walking until they came upon this really nice looking little village. It looked nice and peaceful, both modern and non modern buildings mixed in. The sort of place to start a family like the Leaf. She let Habiki do all the talking, since the two people who approached him seemed to know him. Aimi averted her gaze from these two people and she and Hirro walked past them, not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment. Hopefully the clinet wouldn't need much convincing to go early. Though to be fair, she'd be thrilled if she got a chance to 'compel' the client to hurry up. Even now as Habiki was just his longer stride ahead of his fellow shinobi, he found himself slipping between reality and his imagination. All of the various things he needed to experience with Aimi slipped right into the front of his brain and played just behind the thin outer shell of his cold and wicked eyes. His body was warm, but he only needed eye contact to freeze someone's soul in place and blend their brain into a gushy mess within a blink. At least momentarily, that is. Genjutsu wasn't easily a permanent effect, even with such a disgustingly transcended pair of eyes that were born of the purest blood and shaped in the fire of a one man war that for the longest time has been aimless.He'd enter the Inn first and narrow his eyes as he examined the immediate dining area and the check in counter near the back that was framed by a flight of stairs twisted in a pattern to form a staircase and a pair of halls on both sides. "He's... Still sleeping, I think." Habiki spoke just barely glancing over his shoulder to Aimi. Habiki stepped forward first, again before approaching the reception desk and hitting the bell, but nobody was at the desk. Aimi wasn't too happy when she saw that the client wasn't up and ready, and even less happy upon seeing that there was nobody at the front desk. No one came even after Habiki hit the bell, and that bell was pretty fucking loud, too. She spoke,"What shall we do then? Wake him up or ring the bell some more till service gets here?" Either option was acceptable to her. But really, it was poor form to leave the desk abandoned. If potential customers had to wait too long they'd leave and go elsewhere. As much as she dearly wanted to knock on the client's door to wake him up, she knew it wasn't the best idea considering he might not even want to leave today, or even want to be woken up. That and she didn't want to set a bad example for Hirro. It was frustrating. All the things she wanted to be doing versus the things she needed to be doing. This mission felt dead as hell, and she didn't like it. She wanted action and excitement. The whole situation was rather off putting. Like when art depicts a morphed and distorted human form. There's a natural gut wrenching sensation involved with the vaguely familiar and yet disturbingly off simultaneously mixing together. Just like when the human mind tricks itself into believing family and lovers aren't actually themselves, imposters wearing the faces of those who are meant to protect and cherish to instead inflict harm. And the way Habiki's eyebrows wrenched upward as he took in such a scene at this hour within this Inn he used to stay himself, there couldn't have even been a pin dropping within the silence. That is, until Aimi spoke. And despite her average volume and tone, it partially startled Habiki beneath his skin. His head slowly turned to her and he'd force eye contact with the look on his face. "Where is Hirro?" He spoke just beneath his breath as just out of the corner of his eye, where Habiki felt the vibrations of the younger and more naive shinobi, and there was nothing but empty space. Almost as if Habiki was already stressing or if he were wiping sweat from his brow, his hand rose to his face as he started to shift his bangs with his long fingers. "This isn't what appears to be..." His deep voice rolled just as his hand came down and his eyes opened between his spread fingers to reveal the very same eyes Aimi's chakra so graciously granted him. The whiteness that could swallow consciousness and the swirling black tomoe that practically blurred and blended as they were preparing to cast a spell and rip the soul from reality itself. His eyes, now truly evolved and ready to perform had immediately penetrated the veil just as Aimi's byakugan would.There, behind the counter and just behind them stood the lifeless corpse of the reception woman and the nearly lifeless statue of Hirro as they seemed to have been paralyzed completely and blanketed from regular vision nearly completely. However, something long and scaled ran along the walls and the ceiling. There was almost no doubt in Habiki's mind that his honed sensory abilities from his sharingan allowed him to follow this blur to some extent faster than Aimi's eyes could. "A summoning... That's an oddly shaped and curious uhm... Bearded dragon?" He spoke a little more confidently as he watched it and saw that it was more afraid of them. Almost instinctively avoiding their bodies as though it knew they were more imposing thanks to the nature chakra they could pull in. Aimi didn't like this. It was far too quiet. Bad things happened when you ignored the quiet, or didn't notice the quiet until it was far too late. When Habiki asked where Hirro was, she was about to say that he was right behind her, but then she didn't see him. She immediately activated her Byakugan, something was terribly wrong. She then properly smelled her surroundings, wrinkling her nose when she smelled a dead body. She could see the body behind the desk because of her Byakugan, and then she saw a completely paralyzed Hirro. Her eyes followed the blur, and she noticed the bearded dragon, nodding when Habiki said the right name for the creature. She noted it seemed to fear them, but she was confident she could get information from it. Afraid of them as it seemed, she was more likely to get it to talk because bearded dragons and snakes were reptiles, and her Sage form was a snake. But another concern was this. Was the client even still here, even still alive? Now Aimi's nod was curious to Habiki. Maybe a little moreso than it's bizarre speed and strange effect on the lady at the counter and Hirro. Habiki didn't think it was possible to identify such a little speed demon mid blur without the ocular precision his sharingan brought to the table. Perhaps Aimi's eyes were hiding a tinge more potency than she ever led on. In either case, their babies should definitely not need glasses at the very least. Habiki smirked now as his sage mode rippled through his body like a tidal wave. Even though it was always at his finger tips, such a power was always like lightening through his muscles and thunder in his ears. Almost as soon as he could move, he vanished and appeared in front of the creature with one of the tables within his palms, mid air. Startled further, the lizard scrambled in place with it's smaller appendages keeping it clung to the ceiling. It'd show it's teeth with a his of fear before launching a jet of white fluid from glands behind it's fangs. The damn thing was like the size of a lion, but twice as long! It was a miracle it didn't bust the roof while clinging to it.In a snap reaction, Habiki twisted the table before letting it catch the fluid instead. He'd saved himself, but from what sort of fate? Being a statue? Or worse? Before gravity even began to pull the Uchiha prince downward, he twisted and slammed the big lizard's jaw shut with an upward slicing kick. The pair both falling now, but Habiki falling faster as though he weighed more, would both reach the ground quite quickly enough. The fearless man landing on his feet seconds before the summoned creature's back slammed into the floor. Triumphant, Habiki practically appeared at the bearded dragon's head, pinning it's large maw shut with a single hand before digging his own fangs into the beast. In just moments, the beast's eyes mirrored Habiki's and it calmed down. Just as Habiki stood, Hirro and the reception desk lady were released. The pair both falling, but with Hirro landing to his side and sucking in air. As son as Habiki moved, on went the first stage of Aimi's Sage Mode. His speed never failed to amaze her. Habiki was fast with taking it down, all before she could move. In just mere moments, Habiki had collected the fluid the beast had spat at him, and a few more moments after that, he had the beast subdued, calmed down. Aimi didn't move to help Hirro or the lady, but instead she moved towards the beast, and she started to speak. It wouldn't be a language that Habiki would know, this was a language shared by reptiles. Her voice was soft and gentle, not the usual sort of tone she would take when interrogating a being,"Who are you? Why are you here? Who summoned you?"Her voice didn't hold any accusatory tone to it, only genuine curiosity. Her fingers gently stroked along the bearded dragon's scales, further putting it in a good mood. She was an effective interrogator, she knew exactly how to get answers that she wanted, and she knew harshness and cruelty wasn't going to give her what she wanted. Her scales were blue, well, baby blue, for she was quite calm. While not perfect nor precise, Habiki's possession could compel the beast to spit up some form of response. But, because it wasn't full and true compulsion, defiance was very much a possibility. He had more practice using it on humans, and even they had a relatively easy time figuring out they were under someone else's influence and working counter to his plans. Even still, either despite Habiki's influence or in part because of it: The creature loosened little sounds from its throat in response. "Afraid. Don't touch. I don't belong here. Afraid." He reluctantly responded to the human woman touching his scales while looking away. His body showed signs of distress, but much like their conversation, he couldn't understand or even attempt to comprehend a second of it. It was likely entirely Aimi's touch that made the creature talk. "No contract. Why am I here? Home. I want to be home. Afraid." He made more sounds while Habiki wasn't looking at him, mostly because Habiki was practically considered a predator to this creature's instincts. And for good reason. In any case, Habiki was happy that it wasn't thrashing about and Habiki turned his attention to their third wheel.Helping Hirro up, Habiki pinched his heavy breathing cheeks while scanning his face with the mighty ominous eyes Aimi helped him evolve. "Well... At least this guy isn't dead." Habiki muttered with partially narrowed eyes and a frown. When the creature requested she stopped touching it, she complied, but she continued talking to it. She softly spoke, continuing the hissing,"Tell me why you are afraid. Tell me what you remember last before you came here. Tell me where your home is." She didn't like seeing the creature so distressed, and she wanted to do everything she could to ease its soul. If she could get an answer from the creature, then she could help him go home. She continued,"Tell me what you know, and I'll try and get you home and safe. I don't like seeing anybody in the state your in." Aimi had such a sweet and kind nature behind her word, it was nigh impossible to not trust her. She would do whatever she could to help the creature, that much was certain. Habiki was mildly off point when it came to how concerned and caring with this beast she seemed to be. He was only guessing that they were having a conversation, because his Sage Mode didn't grant him any language abilities himself and there wasn't a way for him to know she had such a trait at her disposal. It was keen of a ninja to keep something of their talents in the bag so that enemy ninja couldn't attempt to counter a special move or skill. Speaking of enemy ninja, Aimi was a whole different woman in that situation. She was just as bloodthirsty as Habiki should be if he didn't attempt to control himself to this extent. To this creature, she was as motherly as he'd hope she'd be, though perhaps a little moreso, for their children. In a way, Habiki always thought their genes would respond better to a trial by fire than band aids and booboo kisses. It'd remain to be seen how they'd perform as parents, but Habiki was more than comfortable with the stance that they'd do a damn good job. This duo was incredibly competent at almost anything they set their minds and hearts too. They were do ers. They prevailed, no matter what. And yet, as Habiki turned his eyed to the young Hirro scrambling to his feet as he caught his breath, this one was fairly underwhelming compared to these two. Perhaps if this was one of those books by Naruto's sensei, the pervy one, Hirro was supposed to be that sort of underling that reminded him of when Aimi and himself was that age. This wasn't even remotely the case for either of the wiser and just barely older shinobi. They weren't ugly ducklings. They didn't necessarily try to succeed, they just sort of did. From Habiki's perspective, anyway, they climbed the mountains in their way. They saw almost everything. Compared to mere humans like Hirro, Habiki and Aimi were practically stepping beyond the barrier of being simple mortals.In any case, Habiki's trail of thought was almost entirely usurped by his supreme annoyance at not being able to understand what was happening. He was even considering a means of stealing even this ability from Aimi so that he wouldn't find himself sitting on the figurative bench with Hirro. Even in this short passing moment. For a short moment, Habiki's lack of concentration nearly let the possession slip over the creature as it'd hiss in a manner that'd directly translate to normal aggravated hissing from any given lizard and it's limbs rotated just a bit and it'd toss it's head about a little. However, Habiki's eyes would appear to narrow as he glared directly into the eyes of the bearded dragon before it'd return to the nearly docile state that Habiki's eyes and bite put it under. As it tried to regather it's focus and remember her questions, it's eyes would spin in place, the mirrored tomoe inside it's white eyes that were indicators of the way Habiki controlled this beast much like how Madara affected the Kyubi, were looking all around much too quickly to take in the environment realistically. "The Peaks of Immortality Where all dragons rest." It finally got back to Aimi as it tried to remember what she asked before the berserking nature had forced it's way to the surface a moment prior. "A man pulled me here with a jutsu without a contract. I cannot return, not like this. Contract. Afraid. Let me go home." It started complaining more, clearly distressed to the point of not being straightforward and verbose in it's responses, it must have been quite disconcerting to be in an unfamiliar place without a trusted human they were familiar with to anchor them. Aimi and Habiki were both bound to the Snakes and the Bats respectively, but Hirro was a prospective and capable Chunin in his own right who bears no connection to any other summoned creatures.The paleness of the brown haired male was quite notable, it was so clear that he wasn't feeling well after having his respiratory system locked down so forcefully. And yet, he stood once more beside Habiki as the males both watched from the sidelines. Aimi's eyes grew wide when the bearded dragon mentioned where his home was. So the place was fucking real, the Peaks of Immortality. It was a legend amongst those who were Sages and those who were summoning animals. She nodded, and spoke ever so kindly,"Hirro, come here. Do you know how to make a summoning contract? If you do, make a contract with this one here and allow him to go home. Some jerk summoned him here with no contract so he can't go home." If this worked, they could get the dragon home safely, and Hirro would have a new ally. And if everything really went well, and he decided to pursue it, he could become a Dragon Sage if it was even remotely possible. If it was possible, it would take lots of time and training, but Hirro would become something pretty fucking spectacular. It was a pity he couldn't remember who summoned him, but that was something to investigate later. She didn't think she'd get any more information out of him, he seemed really agitated even with Habiki controlling him to a degree. Habiki noticed a curious shift in the room as Aimi addressed Hirro. Despite his great senses and general knowledge of summoning animals, Habiki didn't follow even a little bit of the conversation between Aimi and the bearded dragon. Not knowing what the creature told her that lead her to this decision just wasn't a comfortable position for Habiki. What was really going on? What if he wasn't able to protect her from some terrible fate just because he couldn't follow this strange language? In either case, regardless of his health, Habiki was envious of Hirro. Not for the chance to land a summoning contract with the bearded dragon along with a shot at visiting the home of dragons, but because of how naive and careless this boy was allowed to be. The fate of the world around him didn't rest on his shoulders. In any case, Habiki looked away and folded his arms, resting with his back to the reception desk. "I cannot compel our resident dragon here to engage in a contract with Hirro. I'll have to let him free and we'll just have to hope he doesn't drop anybody, or at least remembers what he's doing." Habiki spoke as he displayed some of his annoyance with his tone unintentionally. He'd rest his hand on Hirro's back before shoving him forward so that the ragdoll like shinobi would be at his knees before the now visible majestic creature, his eyes lighting up as he slowly started to actually register Aimi's words and rhe situation at hand. "If you hurt anyone, my eyes will be the least of your worries, dragon." Habiki spoke darkly as he blinked away his evolved eyes to his normal onyx pair and the link was broken.To Habiki's surprise, the Bearded Dragon rolled onto its legs and even seemed to sit upright with a little time. The creature's majestic aura grew further as he seemed to gather himself much like Hirro did. The duo quite successfully anchored themselves out and looked to each other. As the Bearded Dragon began to open it's mouth, a slightly deeper, rougher and yet oddly civilized voice with human words escaped him. "Are you ready, boy?" In a way it was intense in it's disdainful mirroring of the way Habiki spoke, making Habiki drop his attitude. In another way, it was as though this creature was very familiar with the human language. Hirro nodded, and to this, the bearded dragon brought it's front claws together. "Repeat after me. Put your heart in it." The dragon spoke again, Hirro following the signs as the dragon repeated them again and again until the pair visibly synced and they were both whisked away in a puff of smoke. Aimi nodded when Habiki spoke, it was a risk they were going to have to take. She made a face when Habiki shoved Hirro, and was about to chide Habiki for saying such a thing to the dragon, but then she heard the dragon speak the human tongue. His voice was a sound lovely to the ear. Not lovely the way Habiki's voice was, but still pleasant to the ear either way. She whistled when Hirro and the dragon vanished, and she spoke,"He has a powerful ally now and great potential to grow powerful. All the better for him." Now, all they had to do was take care of their client, and she spoke,"Shall we get back to the reason we actually came here, beloved?" Another reason she was glad Hirro was gone was because now she and Habiki could be more free showing about their love for each other. She let the Sage form melt away, having no more need for it. Part of Habiki had nearly forgotten that they could be much more open about their love when Hirro was gone. The man practically accepted that he was going to have to be extra patient throughout the whole mission. It had been years and years since he felt so cramped inside his gut, practically sick with how much discipline he had to endure to not just push Aimi up against a wall with his body and take her right there at any given moment. Hirro being around was the reason he had to be so much more withdrawn, but now that the boy was gone he'd almost miss him. There was just emptiness where the boy was before. "That is assuming they actually went to the right place or if Hirro is even going to be accepted to seal the contract. They are dragons, after all." He spoke much more softer with just Aimi as he made his way for the front door they entered. "I searched for the client before with those eyes of mine. There isn't a single other living human in the building, but I didn't find his corpse either." "Not our problem now is it my beloved?" she slyly replied when he spoke of Hirro. She made a face when he mentioned that he couldn't find the client, but there was a strong possibility that he wasn't dead either. There was still hope after all. Though at the same time, they were early after all, there was a chance he was out doing other things at the given moment. She placed her left hand in his right, knitting their fingers together as they made their way out the front door. Her attention was now solely his. She spoke, voicing her thoughts,"He may be out and about in town doing things, aren't we early coming to the village, after all?" Though there was the strong possibility he was dead. Another strong possibility was that he was out of their visual range, which could possibly explain why they couldn't find him. But still, if they couldn't complete the mission, it'd look very bad on them, and she didn't want her reputation to be tarnished. Leave it to Aimi to make Habiki smile on the inside when all he could find was reflections of his of his own frown. Something was weighing on him that he's forgotten, but he couldn't shrug it off and it was beginning to bother him. It didn't help that he knew the people of this place and seeing them slain so freely and immediately the moment their mission involved other people certainly wasn't a good sign or a happy emotion for Habiki either. It helped, though, feeling Aimi take his right hand with her left and weaving their fingers together. He'd immediately tighten a grip on her hand, like he needed her and showed it without looks or words, with no diminished meaning or severity. And yet his eyes returned to their heightened state, the evolved version of both of the dojutsu wrapped into one, the moment he stepped outside of the door with Aimi."I hope that's the case, but I do wonder how we're going to explain the deaths of those civilians if he don't figure out where that summoned dragon came from." He responded rather seriously despite brushing the back of her hand with his thumb. "It's not like we're immune to an investigation. And given my current situation with the Anbu crawling about making sure I'm not snooping too much, I'm sure someone is looking to abuse a position of power to do something malicious." Habiki didn't seem to be too phased by these details, not even caring to whisper them in private now as he illustrated what when on in his head. He wasn't afraid of being cuffed and thrown behind bars. No. Habiki was concerned what he'd do for his own freedom. The enforcers that have no place in his fight would be in harm's way should they be instructed to bring Habiki in. And Habiki wouldn't have to think to kill them. It's in his blood, his muscle memory. He could turn the brain off and delve deeply into his Sage Mode and ravage the bodies of countless shinobi without a care in the world about the symbol on their forehead protector or the face beneath it either."Do we... Have to hunt him down now?" He broke the attitude he wore that was all business earlier, lifting Aimi's hand to his face as he pressed his lips to her knuckles individually. "What's the harm in taking a moment to ourselves?" Aimi slowly spoke,"I want to understand why anybody summoned the dragon with no contract. There's so many things that can go wrong with that." When he lifted her hand to his face, kissing her knuckles, she softly spoke,"We have some time to ourselves, right?" This was a damn mission, they should be having a moment to themselves, even when factoring in they were very early being here. The temptation was incredible though, and she wanted to spend every moment of her free time with him. The proper thing to do would be to hunt the client, but it would be more difficult since he didn't seem to be within the visual range of their dojutsus. The fact that he could turn from business to quiet never failed to amaze her. When he was in business mode, he was rather stiff, inflexible. But right now, he was a quiet lover. She liked all sides of him either way. Habiki hid his face momentarily with their hands and weaved fingers as he pressed his lips to her knuckles, his eyes resting on her as he did this and listened to what she had to say. In a position like this, with her knowing exactly what he was and what he could do, allowing him to do this was a big sign of trust. That is, at least, he figured she was very well aware of how scary his eyes could be if she didn't trust him with this range and her own hand covering his face and hiding any given ambitions. He wasn't intentionally testing her like this, in fact, it didn't make sense for her to not trust him. Habiki just worried about a day that a ninja would seek to replicate him closely enough to get in range of Aimi. Her senses were powerful and the instincts connected with her Sage Mode would surely route out even the best replicas. And yet, they lived in a world of the grossly talented and between countless unimaginable kekkei genkai and other various abilities passed down with genetics, it wasn't hard to imagine that a ninja could one day completely trick all of such senses. For those like Hirro who had to rely entirely on his gut alone, such raw talent wouldn't make any difference. It was a complete guess anyway. To Habiki, and hopefully Aimi, it was a double edged sword to have such potent and effective techniques. Relying on them alone could mean their swift death. And it was no secret that Aimi and Habiki were great assets to the Hidden Leaf. Evening out the playing field wasn't as easy as just raising a more powerful next generation in another village. No. Assassination could surely take place and it'd remove these powerful assets and their effects on the field much more swiftly. Habiki and Aimi should always have their minds sharpened, their wits about them.He lowered her hand, the raw thought of where their advanced sensory techniques and instincts having only taken place over a mere moment before he wore a genuine smile for her. "Maybe the intent wasn't to summon such a creature at all? Summoning without a contract is the way most ninja begin their journey to becoming more fully fledged ninja since it'd transport them instead. I can't think of a way a shinobi could summon a creature they don't have a connection or contract with intentionally and keep the thing around without some form of time limit. There were lots of rules involved with summoning that was rebuked in this case, quite clearly. Whether the intent was there or not, I'm firm in saying there was malpractice here. At least, in some instance." He described his line of thought before leading Aimi through the village as her guide. This time less like the head of their own shinobi group on a mission, and more entirely like a close companion given the way he held her hand and moved much less forcefully. He wasn't a torrent of wickedness like he was before, and it seemed like he was leading Aimi directly to a sweets shop. "You know how other ninja are. Always striving to do more than we can. It's hard to find a moment to take a break without front loading our own responsibilities and carving our own space to breathe. Like I did previously." Aimi smiled when he kissed her knuckles. It was such a sweet and loving gesture, a romantic gesture of long ago times. She softly spoke,"You are absolutely perfect, Habiki. I'll never stop saying it. She sighed when he lowered their hand. She had a thoughtful look on her face when he began talking about his theory, his words were good food for thought. Her eyes lit up when he took her to the sweets shop, she absolutely loved getting candy. All words were lost to her when she saw the candy. Her younger relatives in the clan would go nuts if they saw the sweets here, you couldn't find the stuff in Konohagakure. She properly registered that Habiki was talking to her, and she spoke,"I spaced out for a moment, I apologize for not paying attention. The sheer amount of sweets easily beats anything the shops back home have." Now distracted from the sweets, her thoughts finally returned to the topic of summoning. She adored her summon from the place where the snakes lived, and they all cared for her very much. Her summon was like a sister to her. She only hoped that the poor bearded dragon was okay now. Not many people got to see this side of her, the sweet, innocent child like side of her. This side was something only her summon and Habiki would see. Aimi had many faces, but select few would get to see only certain ones. "If you lost hope in me, I'd have nothing left of value in my eyes." He replied while looking to her after her comment. He didn't see his mood before as wrong or possibly off in any fashion when he pushed Hirro and spoke harsher words to the dragon. Like it or not, innocent people died to that dragon. It was a philosophical argument whether it was the dragon's fault for being here or being afraid or confused, but Habiki just didn't have the patience or concern. This place was once just as much of his home as Konoha. The villagers here could have easily have been his family outside of the uchiha for quite some time. And Hirro getting his lazy ass got like that was definitely more annoying than anything. Habiki just wasn't going to be patient and turn a smile for that duo. They'd have quite some way to go before redeeming themselves in his eyes. That being said, Habiki didn't begrudge Aimi for her kindness towards the dragon. It was entirely arguable whether the dragon was to blame, after all. And he didn't hate to see her taking care of something in such a fashion. Especially when all he had to compare it too, outside of how she was with him, was how little life meant to her in terms of enemy ninja. It wasn't a wrong position, he did the same thing. She was just incredibly cold... Just like him. They wouldn't give these two a moment of reflection before trying to sink a kunai into their throats. Why should Habiki and Aimi give them extra time to reconsider?He wrapped his arms around her, his big strong arms looping her belly and her hips as he would rest his neck over her shoulder and eye over the sweets before her. Habiki had a tongue more suited for seafood and savory spicy foods, sweets were always a little overwhelming for him. But, that didn't mean he was blind to what would make his Aimi smile. With the threat seemingly taken care of, for now, Habiki relaxed and let his eyes return to normal as he eyed over the display with Aimi and waited for the candy shop man to show himself at the check out desk. Habiki knew he was alive and in the building because he used his eyes to look over the whole village, more or less. But, he considered that it was quite early and perhaps the old man was just napping. So, he took this time to get his body right up against the backside of his lover as he tried to suck in her warmth in exchange for his own. "You don't need to apologize, princess." He spoke to her much more softly, even though his voice was deep and it'd still not be quite as soft as Aimi's voice. There really was quite a display of various candies. From sweets to chocolates to literally almost anything that was mostly sugar and it was arranged so expertly with colors cascading and varying from very fresh to treats that were probably made the night before but had a much better shelf life. "Let's just enjoy this time without that goof of a third wheel, and then I'll summon someone who can find that stupid client of ours real quick like." Aimi was always looking for something to munch on, be it something sweet, salty, crunchy, or something different. Her willingness to try new things, and her great appetite for food made her good friend with Chocho Akimichi and the Akimichi clan in general for a reason. Besides, something had to fuel her, be it a small snack or a large meal. Now that they were in the shop, she was happily buzzing around, looking at the wonderfully put together displays of sweets and snacks. She sighed happily, enjoying how he was right up against her back, and she spoke,"Yes, we'll have fun. See any snacks here you want?" There was so much more than just candy, there were snacks of many varieties and flavors. it was hard to decide on just one thing, even though she knew full well she'd get more than just one thing. It was nice to be here. Nobody from the Leaf to bother them, they had all the privacy they could want. She spoke, her tone one of pure curiosity,"How far can your bats go when tracking a being?" Habiki ate less than Aimi for sure. This wasn't a good or bad thing, especially since they were both incredibly healthy. In fact, it remained possible that she simply had more room to grow as a shinobi thanks to the building blocks she invited into her body and the clear work she put in to maintain an impeccable body that aroused him so greatly. When he hit his peak in age, it was possible that he'd have to stomach years and years to come with her being the physically dominant member of the partnership. And that was potentially a big deal, if he wasn't mature enough to give up his complexes at that point. It was difficult to give up that little part of him that always wanted to be on top. It was his drive as a Shinobi that made him who he was, after all. What he was. Could Aimi deal with him then? A grouchy late twenties mid thirties something while she's soaring into the heavens with her limitless potential? He bet she could. "I'm really feeling something more like a round two of supper last night, personally. That, or sushi. I'd take those delectable little food folds of savory, spicy and the flavor of the sea on a filling little bed of rice... Especially if I could nibble them off of your naked body." He whispered the last line for just her ear, suspecting the older man that ran the place would probably be coming downstairs at around this time. "If I had a sample of their blood, I could reverse summon anyone i wanted with the help of one of my bats. But, if I'm tracking someone, I imagine that'd not necessarily usually in the cards. Yes?" He mused briefly with a very light brag about his abilities before getting serious about the question. "The possibility of escaping my bats depends largely on how much I know about my target, and the time I have to prepare. Ultimately, a network operating entirely upon my own chakra and thousands of smaller bats and an intense connection to vibrations and the smallest ripples caused by them could be summoned should I not be expected to have to follow up after. Such an expense could quite effortlessly find most shinobi spanning potentially infinite stretches of land. But, that's unreliable if I have to use it over both large stretches of open land and also within busy and loud villages. There's ways to see it in effect and quite easily counter it should I attempt to peak into a place like the other hidden villages. And the larger practices of such a technique would very quickly leave even myself as a shell of a man for a few days." He spared no detail on this last one, explaining the larger version of the technique he put into minor use with Hirro and Aimi not so long after they left the village to keep an eye on them as he took off quickly for the second checkpoint. So Habiki wanted to eat food off her body, did he? She slyly spoke so quietly to where only he could hear,"That could be arranged soon enough time allowing..." That was an idea she had never considered, exciting ideas like that was more Habiki's forte. She spoke after she filled up with lots of junk food,"I wonder what would happen to my dojutsu if you shared chakra with me. I wonder if they'd evolve into their higher form, the Tenseigan, or if they'd become a hybrid of Sharingan and Byakugan like your eyes. Or if I'd get plainly get Sharingan and switch between dojutsus as needed." The possibilities were infinite. His eyes shouldn't have even been a possibility, but then again, had there been any recorded history of two people from opposite clans with powerful dojutsu ever sharing chakra with each other? Such power to have between the two of them. If they were this powerful on their own, who knew how powerful their offspring would be? She listened carefully when he explained his abilities, they sounded downright fascinating. The owner of the place finally came down, and Aimi paid for her junk food. She loaded up whenever she got the chance. Chances to load up were infrequent, and she did love her food, and she spoke softly as she carried her food in a bag,"Where do you wish to go next?" "Hmm?" He responded with a sound to her acceptance of the idea, Habiki's hands moving tenderly over Aimi's body over her clothing without allowing even the mission garb to get in his way of making her feel his happy approval for her response. He'd watch her pick up candy after candy and tried to stop thinking about eating all of it himself as his stomach began to twist inward on itself at the thought of putting so many different sweets into it. An upset stomach would be the least of his own worries if he started eating like that, but that was one of the many differences that made Aimi so different, and often much more likeable than Habiki. "I still don't know how you Hyuga even awaken them eyes of yours short of just having the genes for it. I know the biology of the Sharingan, and it honestly makes sense... All things considered. But, if I had to hazard a guess? I'd say your eyes would certainly change, but a full fledged sharingan on it's own probably won't be in your own future unless you pull my eyes out yourself and get Tsunade to pop them in for you." He mused softly about a much more hardcore Aimi and the steps it'd take to get the Sharingan from him. As they paid for their food, Habiki left a short and non aggressive warning with the owner of the place about dangerous activities and keeping himself safe that the owner seemed to shrug off. Habiki would listen to his lover as he followed her out now. "We could look for the guy, head back to the cabin, or considered some other place to eat. I'm not too picky and whose to say when we'll run into Hirro again..." "Anything's possible in terms of genetics and genetics manipulation. Your eyes shouldn't even be possible, but then again, nobody's ever tried to do what I did with you, so who is to say what's possible and what isn't?" she replied. She spoke,"We all inherit the Byakugan, and constantly show the generic physical traits, we all have to go through intense training to manifest the actual powers. Not everyone is able to accomplish this. I guess its nature's way of weeding out the weaklings." Looking at Himawari Uzumaki, descendant of the Hyuga clan through her mother, main house member Hinata, she didn't look like she had the Byakugan, but she did, manifesting it at the age of three from what she had heard out of sheer rage because Boruto had ripped her teddy bear. Himawari was a right little terror to fight. She had the baby face of a little angel, and that cuteness made people stupid, most didn't think at first glance she was a kunoichi because of such cuteness. She spoke,"Let's get to a place to eat and then go looking for the person. Sounds fair to you?" "Genetics manipulation?" He raised an eyebrow as Aimi spoke, following her word for word with a slight curiosity for as to where he may have mispoken that caused this misunderstanding. "What happened to my eyes makes some sense to me, I'm not sure if I'd say impossible or anything like that. I just don't personally believe your eyes will outright develop a standalone sharingan. In a way, it's like a firework. Uchiha are born with the casing and the firepowder, we just need a spark. Your chakra served as a different mixture of firepowder, giving us a new result. But, notice that my eyes remain onyx in color now. It's also worth noticing that field of view is much narrower than your own when we compare my new eyes to your byakugan. I definitely don't meet the full certified list of potential the Byakugan would provide." He explained partially to distract her as he guided her to a sizeable building built mostly of cobbled rock for its walls. The scents inside were entirely warm and savory with seemingly endless ranges of spices floating about. He'd guide Aimi to a table that consisted large of a rudimentary fire grill in the center of it. Habiki would instruct their waitor, a very thin and feminine looking young male, to bring them multiple servings of everything. "... My treat." He returned to Aimi with this bit, looking to her now as he didn't need to watch himself starting up the fire beneath the table with a smile. "You think I can do what I can do because my parents married out of love? I'm the result of genetics manipulations. There's other kekkei genkais floating around in their ancestors bloodlines, they came together because they hoped to see if I'd get any of them, which I did, but you know the kekkei genkai part already." she replied, snorting. There were alotof other powerful clans floating around in her bloodline, not just from Konohagakure, but others from other hidden villages as well. She was a genetic mutt if anything, but a damn powerful one at that. Shame she didn't have any other brothers or sisters, but it just wasn't meant to be. She breathed in once they got to the restaurant, the placed smelled incredible. She just knew the snakes would love it here, but she knew better than to summon them as she sat down at the table. her eyes had a warm look in them when he said he was taking care of everything. She looked at the fire grill, and she spoke,"Though most of all, I wonder if your chakra would give me the ability to do Fire Style and or Earth Style. I've tried for years and years, but could never do either no matter how hard I tried." Habiki chuckled darkly before looking at Aimi more seriously. "I know what you mean, love. And I knew what you meant, if you are referring to our babies. Of course. But, genetics doesn't really factor in as to whether or not my chakra will make you pop a full sharingan out of the blue. I'm still uncertain what changes may occur, and I do hope it'd be nothing negative. Your eyes are beautiful, after all." He tried to help her understand that the train of the conversation was mostly on her own eyes and not necessarily on their children. Genetics most certainly factors in when it comes to their offspring since the result will be some combination of their DNA for sure. However, her Chakra didn't really change his Dna and his wouldn't for her. The changes, in his mind, seems to be largely in the mechanism that connects his eyes to his brain where the initial channel of chakra surged forth and unleashed his young sharingan for the first time. Like a lava lamp, exchanging some of its contents for other colors changes the end result for sure. He wasn't saying a change like his own couldn't occur. He just remained skeptical that she'd summon a full fledged sharingan with just his own chakra supplementing such a change. Biology remained a factor, and in his firework analogy, he could lend her his firepowder but her casing was entirely different to his own. "Well, we'll just have to see where it goes when the time comes. As I'm certain you wouldn't let me talk you out it. And I don't believe for a second you wouldn't have and easier time trying those types of releases with my chakra. It should certainly ease up the process of learning for a short amount of time and you'd get the hang of it before you've burnt up my chakra for sure." He added before he spotted the waiter coming around with a cart.From the cart he place smaller empty bowls to their sides along with two large pots upon the grill itself. In one pot was boiling water with plenty of edible herbs inside of it bleaching the water to a more interesting greenish hue and another pot had a thicker reddish bean like sauce that was surely sticky and spicy in both a flavor and heat sense of the word. Too many large platters of different types of meat and veggies and seafood sliced and diced were set out before them along with a final platter that had balled freshly cut thick noodles just ready to be cooked in the two bowls. Habiki took the tray of utensils with a nod before using the long silver tongs to pluck up a ball of noodles and five thin slabs of pork, what appeared to be a few baby sprigs of napa cabbage before dunking it all into the herb water and mixing them about. He'd add what appeared to be deveined and shelless shrimp and a few other meats before getting all out into a small bowl with some chopsticks and grinning to her as he took his first bite. "This... This is my favorite way to eat, if I'm being honest." Aimi hung onto every one of his words. He spoke in such a way that just naturally commanded attention. But her attention to his words was interrupted when the food arrived, and everything smelled mighty delicious. She sweetly spoke,"I've based one of my nature transformation jutsus and its subsequent derivatives on a traditional Uchiha Fire Style technique. Take a guess which one of your clan techniques I figured out and made my own." Aimi began to prepare her own food, enjoying how wonderful everything smelled, and once it was done, she began to enjoy eating her food. With enough time and the correct tools, she could do this sort of thing at home. She had a merry expression on her face as she ate She'd definitely be eating more now since she was eating for more than one person now. She was clearly enjoying this little date that they were having, it was just them and their delicious food. The tea that was brought to them a moment after the food brought to the table was just as delicious as the food itself. Good drink was just as important as the food itself. She couldn't wait to do this again in the future. Habiki began to consider how much of his clan's techniques were truly available to the curious and wise eyes of his lover and partner, Aimi. It was likely the answer was obvious and on the nose. Something impressive enough to be noted and yet of wide enough use that she'd even be aware of it. Thankfully she already narrowed it down to fire style jutsu so that he wouldn't have to think too hard about the number of forbidden, sacred and deeply well kept secrets about his eyes that she'd inspire herself with. Not that it'd make a lot of sense for anything other than nature transformations to be compared here. At least, he thought so. "Would it involve Phoenix in the name?" He spoke softly to her with his warm breath from his various warm food adventures. He seemingly didn't divulge too much in the tea as he ate, which was interesting as Habiki was certainly a tea drinking man. His dominant hand, coincidentally also statistically unlikely in this part of the world being that it was his right hand, immediately moving from his chop sticks to her lower back as he rubbed the space around her tail bone in both a warm yet naughty way. His left hand commanding the same level of control with his chop sticks as his food eating slowed a good bit. Aimi laughed, her voice gentle,"No, the first one I figured out was Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu, I've turned it to a Water Style and Ice Style technique, currently working on Lightning Style. Then I figured out Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu. I actually don't know if its actually an Uchiha technique, but I've only ever heard of your clan using it, so yeah. Like the Fireball Jutsu, turned it to a Water Style and Ice Style technique, also working on making it Lightning Style. All I did was play around with hand signs, add in a few different ones, and I had my new techniques. Amazing what the simple power of observation can do." She was working on others at the moment, but none were ready to display in battle yet. She had a warm smile on her face as she continued eating, she felt Habiki's warm hand going down to her tail bone. She spoke,"One day, when time allows, we can 'trade' techniques, I can show you how to make some of my nature transformation techniques yours, and likewise. I do love learning very, very much, and I like teaching as well." Habiki finished eating, arguably slower and less food than Aimi would eat but he didn't slouch either. There was plenty of food on his belly by the time he set his utensils down and continued listening to his lover much more passionately and respectfully. His eyes were on her own as he watched and listened to her carefully, keenly. Even with how close he was to her and how focused he was on her words and body language, the man that sat beside her was acutely aware of her body in a number of ways. Just like when they made love, his body registered her own with an intensity unrivaled. "Well now, that certainly is an offer that I can't refuse. And an intriguing technique for sure. I just wonder what of my arsenal would actually both interest you and be available to you. This will surely take some time to consider." He was oddly diplomatic in a sense as he addressed her so tenderly with his voice. One could mistake such a level of respect for that of a different sort of relationship. But, his eyes and lesser details practically captured the very essence of his furiously burning sexual tension that screamed to be quenched by a messy tight wet clash with his partner that was almost alien to normal love making in the sense of it's sheer raw meaty forcefulness. Habiki paid for their meal anyway, despite the words of the man before as he stood and headed for the door. "I suppose our alone time is all but dried up now, huh?" He mused with a smile before scanning the environment with his sharp and powerful eyes once more. "My sweet love, you'll have to show me all your techniques some time. I'd love to make nature transformation variants and see how they turn out." she replied in between bites of food and sips of her drink. One thing was for sure, once they were off this so far uneventful mission, they were going to explore once more every inch of each other's bodies. She smiled softly as he paid for their meal, and she stood up, carrying her bags of delightful junk food, and followed him out the door. Once they got out the door, a puff of smoke appeared in front of her. It was a snake. Not one of her summons, but a summon of a younger member of the main house of the Hyuga Clan. It looked distressed, and she didn't even think it was possible for a snake to look distressed. It hissed out,"Milady, you musssssst come back to the Hyuga esssssstate at onccccccce! The compound'ssssss been ambushed and a lot of people are dead or wounded!" Aimi dropped her bags, and she had a horrified look on her face. Out of sheer stress and terror, the Reserve Seal formed on her head. She gave an apologetic look, though terror was more on her face as she formed the Tiger hand sign and vanished, she was using the Teleportation Jutsu. The distance between here and Konoha was far as hell, and by the time she got back to the estate, she was winded. But a scene of sheer terror met her eyes, the estate was burning. "Maybe not all of them." Habiki spoke lightheartedly with a smile, trying to tease his lover before they were taken by surprise. A snake summon appeared before them just as they were preparing to begin their search for the client. Was there even a client to be found? What if the mission was a setup from the very beginning just to get them away from the village? But then, why send the other boy with them at all? to his surprise, a seal was released on Aimi's forehead as she raised a hand into a form and vanished. Habiki's head was spinning before he focused and looked down at the snake with a grim glare. "You must be a summon of a younger Hyuga, hmm? Snakes don't have any specific allegiances, so I imagine you were sent to us by someone aligned with that clan." He spoke seriously with a sharpness to his words that was gripping, like how a blade pulls in the skin before it separates it like a zipper. Habiki kneeled to get closer to the snake, to show that he wasn't trying to get into an aggressive position of power of the creature, but instead, just being lethally real with it. There was a sincere difference because the latter was a sign of respect. He didn't shower the smaller summon in undeserved kindness, or treat it like a human child either. "I may not seem like an ally, you don't know me or have a reason to trust me. But, we have a common interest. You can get back there before I can, and I need you to make sure that Aimi chan doesn't fly into danger. She's strong, and she's very confident in that. And if anything happens because I can't get there, we'd both have a lot to lose." He asked for help without putting it in such a way that it was solely for himself. "To burn the Hyuga estate, and take the lives of those with the Byakugan and the Gentle Fist is no small feat. Whoever did this must be prepared and I have my doubts they were alone. And heaven help them if their eyes were anything like my own." The snake was not in the mood to answer, and her time was running out, but she decided to give this strange one the answers he so wanted, and she hissed,"Yesss . Aimi sama taught my ssssssssummoner, a fellow Hyuga clan member, how to form a contract with my kind, and this ssssssummoner is also training to be a Sssssnake Sssssage. But I will watch for assssss long asssss my time here lassstssss." The snake summon disappeared with a puff of smoke. The snake referred to Aimi with the highest elevl of respect because she had earned the respect of all those who lived in the Ryuichi Cave. Aimi was using her Water Style techniques with other surviving clan members to put out the fire, but damn, these flames were intense! Not Amaterasu level of fire, but certainly up there. The estate was still steaming, smoking by the time the fire was properly put out, and now it was time to identify the dead and find the survivors. There were a lot of dead and injured. It was most certainly going to be a long and sucky next few days. Habiki folded his arms, irritated to some extent as it didn't seem as though the snake summon before him possessed a greater extent of self preservation. But, he wasn't going to get too far into that as he immediately began to travel back to Konoha at his greatest speed available without straining himself too greatly. It was astonishing to him that his beloved Aimi had such a great ability, but he couldn't go and wear himself out before he got back to the village. What if there was a fight going down and she needed him as backup? It'd be pretty pointless of him to go a drain himself like he did the other night. He'd be moving fast, and considerably so, but it'd still take him some time to arrive back at the Hidden Leaf. Once he arrived Habiki moved swiftly past any and alll obstacles to make his way to Aimi with stern determination in his eyes. And no amount of fellow Shinobi, enemies or even Hyuga territory was going to slow him down in this pursuit. By the time Habiki arrived, the fire was out, and Aimi and other members of the clan were pulling out the dead and wounded. There were so many bodies. But as the last body was pulled out of the ruins of the estate as she examined all of them, she noticed one thing. Each of the dead had at least one nature transformation kekkei genkai. These people were targeted, this wasn't one random attack on the clan. But what set her heart at ease to a degree was that not everybody who possessed a nature transformation kekkei genkai was here. Some were off on missions, others were still in class at the Academy. The clan was still numerous, but some of their best warriors had been taken out in this attack. It didn't matter, both main family members and branch family members had been eliminated. By now, the village elders and other village leaders like the Hokage had come to survey the damage, what was left. There were no tears, the clan was still in too much shock to cry. The worst part was that Hiashi and Hanabi had been killed as well, though to the best of her knowledge, neither of them possessed an additional kekkei genkai. But if they did, they hid it pretty well.The sole surviving clan elder, after doing a quick head count approached Aimi, and spoke,"Aimi...sama, Based on those in line for the heading of the clan.... You are now the head of the clan." Aimi's face had a look of nothing but pure shock on it. Being addressed with the sama suffix had been enough, but now she was the head of the entire clan? Aimi swallowed, and nodded, and upon seeing Lord Seventh approaching, stood up straight, and began to approach him, and once they were a proper distance from each other, spoke,"Nanadaime Hokage, I am now the head of the Hyuga clan in wake of the deaths of Hiashi sama and Hanabi sama amongst others. However, I request that I tell the news of the deaths of Hiashi sama and Hanabi sama to your wife personally. She deserves to hear the news from a clan member." Lord Seventh nodded numbly, hearing the news was a great shock. Hiashi and Hanabi were well loved. And yet, despite how truly awful the scene was, Habiki simply stood atop a roof an examined from afar with his lovely new eyes granted to him by his lover's wonderfully verbose chakra. As he could tell the conflict was over, his rush to approach Aimi wilted enough that he could stand his ground here and regather his thoughts or at least come to an understanding of what happened at a distance. This was his intention, but it didn't take long for him to divert his eyes from the sight before him by tilting his head forward and letting his hair cover his eyes. A single stream of tears escaped his left eye and rolled down his cheek and his expression was hauntingly empty. What was he getting all torn up about? Death was just a fact of life for them, wasn't it? For the Uchiha, their bloodline's history was this sort of butchery and even Habiki's mildest sense of justice that he showed Aimi before was just a front. Why did this sight turn his stomach and pained his left eye so? Was this the remnant of Aimi's chakra in his body? No, he couldn't make much sense of that. Even if he wasn't readily aware of it, his instincts had already adopted these faces that were laying dead in this scene into his heart as his family. Aimi and him weren't just lovers anymore, they were bonded in ways that transcended time now and he swore to protect from something like this grief that very rapidly took him now. Why couldn't his defeat this bastardized sour sap that thickened in his veins and threatened to stop his heart? If this was an enemy ninja, no matter how strong, he'd bulldoze right over them to hold Aimi tight now. But this wasn't a natural enemy. This wasn't an evil he was used to controlling. This was...."Habiki san." A sultry woman's voice purred to him from his shadow as it weaved itself together into the shape of a busty and curvy pale woman in a black kimono and midnight black hair paired with bat wings jutting out behind her ears. This figure initially took to his shoulders with her hands as she tried to embrace him from behind and he didn't physically respond "What's that pout for?" She spoke again with plump lips beneath a particularly sharp pair of hauntingly white eyes. "Are you pretending like, for a second, you're actually sad to see that old man pass away?" She pondered out loud on purpose with her twisting and sinister voice. There was a mixture of play and trouble seeking that just couldn't be denied about the way she spoke and looked upon the taller Uchiha prince now. She released his shoulders and circled around him to strike a seductive pose to his left with her own mocking pout and her barely covered breasts jutting outward. "When you were a small child, you came to me for comfort. Ha bi kiiiii chan. I know your heart better than you do, stop pretending." She insisted he was acting some more without any response from him at this point. "You just want that sight to go away. You want that woman to come to you. You're selfish, you're ""Shut up." Habiki choked up just past his lips. His emotions were very potent and the presented themselves in the way his usually suave voice trembled like the flavor of expensive dark chocolate as he melted in the mouth. Bitterness was at his core now and this woman brought it out in him."You're lying to yourself my dear Habiki, if you think it's their deaths that make you feel this way " She was cut off as Habiki's arm shot forward to pull her neck into his large left hand and squeeze it so violently that it could likely snap at any point. Of course, the way his shoulders now shook didn't spell out that he was stable in any such fashion.He cocked his head to the left in a way that left his hair part to reveal his eyes now, the right one being the familiar form that Aimi would recognize as the one she inspired within him but his left eye now gruesomely mutated a step further was it was so bloodied that itself was a dark red ball between his eyelids and it stained his cheek along with the tears from before in a cloudy red smear across the skin beneath his eye. "I said shut !" He began to shout before the vision of the woman melted away to reveal that he actually had a familiar Uchiha servant within his grip. At first he was paralyzed by this jump back to reality, but then he let his gip on the man's throat loose to allow him to breath and speak. Before the man even began to speak, Habiki realized that his left arm's sleeve was folded up above his elbow with several deep bite marks that bled and didn't heal. When did he bite himself? What was this horror show?"M master Habiki sama.. I've come when others noticed you arrived in the village early just as Aimi san did. You should come home." The servant spoke up, shooken by the sudden strangling but so clearly loyal to the Uchiha that he spoke not of what clearly ailed Habiki and carried on his self appointed mission. By this point, Habiki let his arm return to his side and looked back to the scene before them."Maybe I should. I'm no good to anyone like this." So many deaths were a terrible thing. Yet, what worried Aimi the most was if these attackers were bold enough to attack the Hyuga, regarded to be one of Konoha's strongest clans, if not the strongest clan, what was to stop them from attacking other clans and other ninja in Konoha, much less the Land of Fire, that had a nature transformation kekkei genkai like the fallen here? A meeting between the clan heads needed to be convened immediately. She knew full well that there were others that possessed nature transformation kekkei genkai, and they needed to be warned so that they didn't suffer the same fate that befell her clan members today. How did she know this? Byakugan users had the ability to see the elemental affinity of chakra in other people, more advanced versions of this ability allowed them to see if others had nature transformation kekkei genkai. She had identified five apiece in the Ino Shika Cho clans alone, and a few others in the other clans, they were all potential targets. But now they played the waiting game. Time to wait for the children to come back from the Academy, and the others out on missions. Once the others arrived home, it brought in a fresh wave of grief. Many people had lost mothers, father, sons, and daughters today.But right there, there was no time for mourning. The Hyuga estate was essentially gone. It could be rebuilt, but for right now, it was uninhabitable. The clan dispersed to the various inns in the village. Why the dispersal? In case of another attack, it was wiser to spread out rather than stay in one place to make it easier to finish everyone off. Aimi and four bodyguards from her clan, two from the main family and two from the branch family, headed directly to the small home that belonged to Lord Seventh and his family so she could personally inform Lady Hinata of what had happened, just as she had promised. She knocked on the door, and when Hinata opened the door, she knew something was wrong. Aside from her father and sister, nobody from the clan visited her, she would visit them. By the time the meeting was done, Hinata was in tears, but hugging Aimi, grateful for the fact that she would personally visit her to deliver the news. Aimi hugged back, she needed the comfort as much as Lady Hinata.When she left the house, a messenger that worked for the Hyuga clan found Aimi and her guards and informed her that all the clan heads of Konoha had been summoned for an emergency meeting in a nearby conference hall. Everyone was present. Much to her surprise, even the famed Sasuke was here, though earlier on in the week, she had heard Sarada mention that her Father was going to be in the village for a month at least due to business that needed to be taken care of. Even Lord Seventh was here. Though the Uzumaki Clan was small, just a nuclear family, the clan still had representation in the village. Even Kakashi Hatake was here. He had married after the Fourth Shinobi World War and started a very large family, thus restoring his clan. Shino Aburame, Choji Akimichi, Kakashi Hatake, Kiba Inuzuka, Rock Lee, Shikamaru Nara, Konohamaru Sarutobi, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, and Ino Yamanaka were all here. While she was very obviously the youngest person here, she didn't let her youth or her newly appointed status as a clan head stop her from speaking."I am very grateful everybody was able to arrive on such short notice. As word travels quickly in the village, I am sure that everybody knows the crime that happened to my clan earlier today. But I share information that nobody else knows. All the murdered except for two people were possessors of nature transformation kekkei genkai. I myself possess two of these additional kekkei genkai, I possess the Ice Style and the Storm Style. But the true purpose of this meeting is to warn everybody present. Each clan possesses at least five people if not more that possess nature transformation kekkei genkai. If the attackers were bold enough to attack the Hyuga, what will stop them from targeting other clans? My plea is for everybody present to warn their clan members to avoid showing any additional abilities outside of hiden jutsu unless absolutely necessary until the criminals behind this attack are caught, and brought to justice. I know full well the hate and persecution that follow people like me and the deceased, but I do not wish for such tragedy to befall anybody, to befall any clan. Nobody deserves such a fate." Aimi spoke. Aimi did not look the sixteen years old that she was, but looked decades older due to grief.Ino Yamanaka, a gracious and beautiful woman, spoke after Aimi was finished talking,"How do you know of those within the various ninja clans that possess these additional abilities?" It was a fair question, and she was giving up a clan secret to answer it, but Aimi knew it had to be done to gain the trust of those around her. She spoke,"The Byakugan allows its wielder to see the chakra affinity of a being. More advanced users of that ability, such as myself, can also determine if anyone possesses additional nature transformation kekkei genkai. As it is, I only know such information because with our eyes, we can see pretty much everything. It is like being able to see anything and everything all at once. I was not doing such a thing to spy on other clans. Such information came to me without my control as I searched for other beings in the village that I needed to do business with." Once the various clan heads were done asking her questions, everybody dispersed, though Lord Seventh hung around.Aimi spoke quickly once she was sure nobody else was around aside from her bodyguards,"Nanadaime Hokage, is it possible for you to send a message to the leaders of the other hidden villages? I may be paranoid for this worry, but what if? What if these criminals decide to go after those like me in the other nations? I am no fool, I know people like me are powerful weapons in a war. If the lot of us are stamped out, that deprives the villages of their strongest weapons, and thus are made much weaker. The other villages deserve to know of an attack that may or may not happen." He nodded, impressed that she had thought so far ahead. He spoke,"I will convene a Five Kage Summit soon to discuss the matter. If shinobi suddenly start dying off, it will create many problems in the future and sow discord between the villages. With that being said,youwill be the main speaker if I am able to get everyone together." Aimi nodded, and she and her guards were dismissed. She dismissed her bodyguards, she didn't need them anymore. As she wandered the village, she found herself once more at Ichiraku Ramen. Hot food always made her feel better, hopefully this would soothe her broken heart. But what would soothe her better was Habiki's presence. In a cellar with very dim lighting touching over various forms of alcoholic beverages largely housed in either enriched wooden barrels or on wooden shelves in glass bottles, a singular throne like eccentric red chair sat upon the patterned stone floor. Within that ridiculous chair sat the Uchiha prince as the way his body leaned forward and his head wax angled his bangs were pointing straight down at the floor and his eyes both glowed a deep red on the left eye and a bright pale white on the right. The shade caste from his body on the dim light left just his glowing eyes visible as he glared quite painfully at the wall. An exotic golden goblet was propped up in Habiki's left hand with the heavy liquor inside of it swirling with his inablity to keep still. His left eye was in so much pain and something else coursed through his body. The casks that sat opposite of him swirled back and forth as he could every painfully pulsing vein in his head as though they were somehow redirecting to his left eye.Behind him stood the Uchiha servant from before, who stood at almost the same height as Habiki and wore features that weren't very heavily out spoken like Habiki's. The young man's bangs spread around the frame of his forehead and pointed downward, like Habiki's but they were shorter and his hair was tug tightly into a bond behind his head that left everything besides his bangs in a tail that ran down his back with various white stone pieces clasped around it. He wore shiny black shoes and black slacks with a white button up shirt with it's sleeves rolled up over his elbows and black suspenders framing his chest and lining up over his shoulders and all brought together by a silky red tie. "Yomo." Habiki whispered in his pained voice. "I'm inflicted with a genjutsu, and I can feel it. But, I can't find a release.""A Genjutsu? Habiki sama... If you know it's there, what's the problem?" Yomo responded, setting the serving tray on the cask nearby as he approached from Habiki s left and leaned forward to glance at Habiki with a twin tomoe staged sharingan in his eyes. As Habiki glanced in his direction the Uchiha duo made eye contact and Yomo's eyes immediately returned to normal, blinking with disbelief and immediately standing right up straight with a short grunt of his own pain. A familiar sound as Habiki heard that very reaction from other dojutsu users that he's sealed the ability to use such abilities from with his Mangekyou Sharingan."Well now... This is certainly interesting." Habiki spoke up as he grinned. Maintaining the Hybrid eyes was a lot easier on his body than his full on Mangekyou Sharingan, so finding that his strange new eye borrowed that ability without the heavy expenses of the full on Mangekyou eye was surely a new asset for him. Though, his new red eye was so easy to maintain that he was beginning to be concerned if he could even turn it off. Which, for a Uchiha with a few other options under his belt, this was a concerning update. "Oh don't complain." Habiki added as he tilted his head back with his right hand now covering his left eye, he gulped down the rest of his beverage before standing. With a deep intake of breath and then a release that echoed deftly within the cellar and perfectly mirrored the pits of Habiki's uncertainty and pain, the sharingan slowly reanimated itself within Yomo's eyes. "There." Habiki remarked with just a hint of mock delight as he opened just his right eye and the left one remained closed after he removed his hand from his face."Habiki sama..." Yomo started as though he was going to complain, but his pale features and proper tone made it impossible for even this act to be taken as childish. "Just what was that?" The request was fair, but Habiki was still feeling his world spin and his ability to tell the difference between reality and this bizarre state of genjutsu wracking his brain was in a constant conflict.Setting the goblet down on the serving tray that sat upon the cask, Habiki rolled his shoulders and made far too many joints and bones of his snap in a sweet release that he even groaned a little over. "Evolution, Yomo. Well... not precisely. Even still, this is the product of what it means to be vulnerable, to let someone else in and change us. For the better." Habiki started in partially confusing rant before he headed for the steps and gave Yomo's shoulder a firm pat. "The Hyuga are our allies through and through. Though they may be vulnerable now, I want to you to ensure the safety of our brethren. Please visit them where you can in place of your training tonight. It's a respect we'd wish they'd pay us in a similar time of need, and we're natural gentlemen, aren't we?" Habiki remarked sharply with a vivid glare over his right shoulder with his singular hybrid eye, seeking to frighten the predictable complaint from Yomo about missing his training. To his surprise, Yomo wouldn't see the glare as he had already bowed to accept the request humbly. It appeared his closest friend among the clan was growing up so fast, and it made Habiki smiled as he began to ascend the stairs. Entering the familiar Raman joint that Habiki fondly recalled to be the precise place where all of his years of practically stalking the one woman who could make him whole finally paid off, he glanced right in the direction that he predicted she would be with his singular regular right eye and his left eye closed. He wanted to smile when he saw her, but the situation wouldn't allow for it. Maybe she wouldn't come to understand his own grief in this situation. Throughout their relationship Hiashi was constantly viewed as a hindrance by the Uchiha prince. Even now, Habiki figured he was rightfully annoyed by that whole dog and horse show. As Habiki approached her and watched her with his right eye, he wondered how aware she was of the love he had for the Hyuga for they were his family now just as much as they were her own. He wondered if she'd register his own grief, and he wouldn't blame her if she didn't. He was here for her, and not the other way around.He'd slip in beside her as he looked to her, providing her with his presence and fullest attention minus his left eye as he left it closed with his bangs over it. "Aimi." He spoke softly for her, his voice tender as he didn't immediately smother her. Yet, he was available for that activity. He was here, finally, and it was all for her. So many innocent men, women, and children all gone. But still, how could this have happened right under everyone's noses, her clan's noses? Well, eyes were more appropriate for the analogy, but still, how could this have happened? She wanted to mourn, she really did, but right now, there was no time to mourn. Justice needed to be brought swiftly. Investigations needed to be started. But for right now, she just wanted to enjoy her piping hot bowl of ramen which arrived the second Habiki slipped into her booth. The bowl of ramen momentarily forgotten, she simply laid her head on his shoulder. Sometimes, it was the small things like this that made everything all the more better. She brokenly spoke,"I was always taught that good things happened to good people. I know its a na ve way to think, but for the most part, its true, isn't it? I always did what I was told, I never failed... Well, the whole clan was like that, still is like that. We all did, well, we all try to still do the right thing. We aren't perfect, but we still try to do and be better than before. Then this happens. What did we do so wrong to deserve something like this?" She had to put on a strong face for everybody, be strong for the clan since she was now the clan leader, but in Habiki's presence, she could show her true face and he wouldn't judge. God, he had a way of soothing her without even saying too much, she loved that. In truth, Habiki knew the gut wrenching reality of all suffering felt by honest and good people is directly caused by the inability of those who were meant to be strong. Of course it wasn't fair. This sort of thinking was what made Habiki truly the sourceblood of the Uchiha and why he just isn't built to mourn lose for himself. It was his love for Aimi that made him shelf that awful side of his brain that tormented him every time he failed. Aimi needed him to be strong for her. She needed him. And how could he decline her that? It seemed as though with sheer force of will the foggy Genjutsu in his head was surmounted, and he brought his cheek to rest upon Aimi's head with his arm nearest to her wrapping around her and pulling her any bit closer that was available. "it is because they were good people that the mourning won't end with the Hyuga alone. The village weeps, and I can feel it. You aren't going to be alone, Aimi. More than just me, we all understand." He whispered to her as he used his free hand with some chopsticks to slowly gather up a bite of ramen with one of the ingredients resting on top that he figured she'd like to have. And he'd very softly guide the morsel to her lips with just a tiniest bit of separation so that he didn't cause her lips discomfort from the piping hot food. It was sp much less than he was used to seeing her eat in a bite, but it was reasonable and he wanted her to really understand what he was saying. There was time to grief now. The village mourns, and because of that, nobody is going to leave a stone unturned in pursuit of those who committed this terrible act. She didn't have to bury it all, it was so much more fruitful to any sincere investigation and healthy for her to let it all out. He didn't plan on explaining the thought further if she felt differently or didn't understand. She didn't need a lecture or a debate. He was here for her, as more than just a colleague or a friend. He was her lover, her soon to be husband. She needed him. And she'll have him. His cheek was so, so warm. She took comfort in his body heat. It soothed her broken heart. Her parents had been amongst those killed in the attack. There were so many to bury, and so many broken hearts. She spoke after taking some of the food that Habiki so kindly offered to her mouth,"The village grieves now, but I do wonder, who out of everyone can we really trust?" Her paranoia, only natural in such a situation, was setting in. Everybody had enemies, but the clan had made their peace with everyone over the years, so it couldn't have been any of them. Old enemies had become friends. She started eating on her own. She needed to let it all out, she knew that, but right now, all she wanted to do was enjoy Habiki's company and her own hot food. In between bites of food, she spoke,"It's gonna be a busy next few days, maybe the next few weeks. So much has to be done, and Nanadaime Hokage's going to try and call for a Five Kage Summit to address the threat. He and I worry about the same thing. If ninja suddenly start dying off without rhyme or reason, it may well sow discord between the nations and start a war." Look at her now, thrust into the world of politics. So new to it all, and yet, understood so much! They were both naturally warm creatures in their own ways. Obviously there could be painful arguments to suggest that all humans were fundamentally alike in a number of different areas, especially when they were young. These two were different. As a pair, Habiki wondered just how long he had been so sure they were just meant to be together. Would he ever really know for sure at what point his maddening desires evolved into such a bright burning star of love? Certainly before their first encounter at the ramen shop. And there was a thin line between the desire to help and the need to help others to feel important. Was Habiki straddling that line? It would seem with his late arrival and the way his lover still held to him now that he hadn't done anything too wrong yet. He smiled just faintly as she accepted the bite of food he offered to her, feeling a little more relaxed as she was eating. "I know it's not going to be easy. But, Aimi My love, please just leave your faith in me and I'll make sure we know who we can trust." He offered to protect her further. Maybe she'd assume this sort of treatment, but he figured it'd mean more if he was extending it vocally in this moment. Watching her begin to eat on her own was another release of tension for the Uchiha prince who has felt as though he's aged a decade in the last few hours. While it was an impressively unexpected side of her to be shown as she spoke between bites about her plans moving forward, Habiki couldn't give her words their fullest deserved attention. He was almost in a primal state of protectiveness now and he was fighting himself to resist the urge to request that she just take a few days off with him to unwind and recompile. His need to ensure her safety was overwhelming and entirely hypocritical as they were both murderers, they were both ninja and they'd always be under the constant threat of death at any moment. He'd crease his brow and move to crack some balled up tension by twisting his neck a bit. "That's so much movement, a lot of plans. I suppose it's understandable considering what's occurred. I'm going to have to learn how to help you without suffocating you in those moments. And that's going to be more difficult than taking a Kunai between the eyes. But, I'll do my best." Aimi began to eat more, the hot food was doing wonders to make her feel better. She slowly spoke,"I hope you're ready for such a responsibility. But I wonder who would be taking responsibility for such an investigation. ANBU or the Konoha Military Police Force. An investigation of such a tragedy would usually fall to ANBU, but given her connection to the Uchiha through Habiki, it might fall to the Police. Or it might be a dual investigation, where both forces would work side by side. She knew she'd need to keep her stress levels down, try and stay calm. She knew that stress for an expectant mother wasn't good for an unborn child or children. She didn't know what the future would hold, but everybody would be on edge for a very, very long time. "I imagine the bastards aren't from another village. With the stark difference in overall power between Konoha and other villages, it'd be foolish to do anything that can start a war with us without sincerely crippling more than just a single facet of our " Habiki started with narrow eyes and a stern voice before stopping himself and shaking his head. "I'm sorry, this isn't very sensitive of me. I'm afraid I might not have enough practice really knowing where that line is." He'd speak sincerely as he sighed and left his eyes a little wide open, watching her and her food as he sat beside her entirely prepared to support her physically and emotionally. Even if he was just a little unprepared to be the softer kind of guy that was better at this sort of thing.He wouldn't rush her. If there was a chance she was prepared to loosen her grip on the grieving process, he wouldn't want to give her much room to tighten it back up through his own mistakes. If she wanted more time to eat, more to eat, to just remain in this place with him or to leave as soon as possible He'd give the least amount of resistance humanly possible in all of those decisions without being cartoonishly agreeable. "With what happened, regardless of who would wind up officially in charge... It's hard to imagine the whole village isn't going to be curious enough to do some digging. Collaboratively, I can't imagine those responsible won't be apprehended in a much shorter window of time than those who commit most other kinds of crime." He'd explain further without itemizing the empirical military value of the Hyuga as though her lose was some sort of portioned out weapon alone. "How many small groups of shinobi exist within these walls that would really be strong enough to do it without leaving behind a single body of their own forces?" He put his line of reasoning on the table for her to pick up or leave alone should she desire to analyze it or just enjoy her time with him now. "Do not worry about sensitivity, beloved. Sugar coat nothing. I will sugar coat nothing with you, and I expect the same treatment." Aimi spoke. Coddling was nice, but sugar coating muddled things. She preferred being given things straight, it saved much time later. She could come off blunt and cruel at times, but the truth was always best served plainly in her opinion. She continued eating and drinking without rushing her consumption pace. Aimi quietly spoke,"The only people with that sort of skill, no matter which hidden village they hail from, are ANBU. As they die, they can make their own bodies disappear as to make sure no enemy can learn their secrets." But she couldn't imagine any of the ANBU here pulling off such an operation. Nobody in the clan was a traitor to have earned such a fate. Between bites of food and sips of drink, she was melting into his side. He was so damn comfortable, and she was glad he was at her side. "You know I love that no nonsense side of you." He let his deep voice rumble with his infectious affections for the woman beside him as he kissed her head after she finished her statement. He'd feel her beginning to melt into his side and he'd continue to sit upright beside her with plenty of his firm surface area for her to occupy. There was some debate to be had if there wasn't a reason for him to be as pleasant as he could be on top of being just as effectively honest anyway, since needing to be rude to avoid lying was more of an inefficiency in vocabulary. Habiki had eyes that could warp minds and a well of strength to shatter any given body, the least he could do is be both honest and impossibly pleasant for the lover of his life, the mother of his child. Another line of discussion could pertain to her need to be a little more diplomatic in the role she's inherited now. But, as a Hyuga what she needs to lead is in her blood. It'd be absurd to suggest that Habiki could provide anything useful for her to grow on along those lines. Nobility is in her DNA. "If we're operating on the idea that it could have been opponents that erased the presence of their dead assailants, then my initial premise is null." The idea was that the murderers would have to be very skilled and powerful to get away with what they did without any of their own casualties. If they could just eliminate evidence of having had casualties, then they wouldn't necessarily have to be as strong as Habiki was thinking.Her prince wanted to negotiate with body language that they could leave the public eye and have more room to explore ways he could comfort her further. His hands weren't in on the plan, however. With his arms firmly around her and his hands roaming her thighs and her belly, he wasn't behaving the way he intuitively decided that he should. Aimi was a beautiful shinobi that has earned his greatest respects, and his love for her was both fully emotional and physical to the point that she made him act instead of think. It was both instinctual and primal. Aimi practically purred when Habiki said he loved her no nonsense side. With everything that was going on right now, there was very little time to not be no nonsense. So her time was devoted to said no nonsense. She spoke,"But the thing is... Aside from us, who would believe such a theory? We need proof." She had a pretty good idea on who would listen. Rokudaime Hokage, or Hatake Kakashi might listen, he had been an ANBU agent in his youth, he might be able to offer additional insight. Yamanaka Sai could offer help as well. She knew for a fact he had been ANBU in his youth as well. Yamanaka Ino and Nara Shikamaru could be help as well, they both worked in the Intelligence Division in the village. There was so much to do. She didn't know how much to leave for herself and how much to leave for Habiki to do. She was finished with her food and drink, and was just content to cuddle with Habiki. She loved where his hands were roaming. For now, she was content to enjoy the sensations, even as her mind was drawing up plans to talk to the needed people tomorrow. People might listen to her now, she was the clan head of the Hyuga now. A purr of any shape or size from his beloved was equal to a divine grace set upon directly from heaven. Especially now when he was so deftly concerned with protecting her. None of that bullshit about what anyone else was going to think and he was sure it'd bruise her ego if he tried to explain it as though she actually needed that sort of thing. Habiki really only had two options and surrounding Aimi with his softest and most sincere side would be significantly less self destructively violent option of the two. The absolute last path he wanted for their future was for her to be left with their children alone. Their enemy was surely capable of taking Habiki by surprise if he became a reckless spear and struck out on his own. It was perfectly acceptable to be her shield now until they were both ready to go on the offensive. "Theory? What's the alternative? That a roaming gang of mice burned down the Hyuga estate and stole the lives of some of the most talented shinobi Konoha has ever had? Regardless of strategy, our evidence is the result itself." He murmured a little in his words as he spoke just for her to hear and continued touching her with his cheek now on her head. It was almost like the vampire was pulling her into his side like an amoeba surrounding it's prey. "Our eyes will tell us more once the commotion dwindles just a little and we've secured a better frame of mind. And you can trust I'll descend upon them, and all obstacles that stand between, with every shred of prejudice and wrath that holds the very fibers of my being together." "How do you wish to split up the work load?" she spoke as she licked her lips, savoring the last bits of her completed meal. She continued on,"We'll have a lot of people to talk to. How many members of the Uchiha do you want to bring into this investigation, if any?" The more people helping, the better, but they still needed to keep this investigation in house. Besides, the ANBU roster was secret, so she didn't know who they could trust. Besides, it wasn't like they could ask people to strip to show the ANBU emblem or not. But at the very least. Aimi knew that there would be no shortage of help to go around. She spoke softly,"Let's get back. I'd rather continue this in a more private venue." "You mean to say you don't think I can do everything?" He mused softly with the look on his face casually revealing that he was just kidding without too goofy of a smile on his lips. As she licked her lips, he moved in to take her upper lip with his own pair and very gently massaging just above and just behind her upper lip with his lips. Pulling back from the kiss he frowned a little as he considered her statement pertaining to involving the Uchiha. "When it all went down, you and I weren't around. As far as I know, you're the only person I can rule off my list of suspects. More Sharingan and different skill sets paired with entirely different experiences would surely speed up things... But whose to say at least one of my clansmen wasn't involved? I can't say that with any degree of certainty. Plus, if we do try to rely on someone who was secretly a part of those bastards, they'd definitely take the opportunity to sabotage our investigation. Not a shadow of doubt in my mind for that one."He nodded to her final statement as he stood first and took her hand, guiding her out of the ramen shop. "Do you have a more private venue in mind, love?" "What I mean to say is I believe in equal division of labor." she gently replied, relaxing a bit when she realized he had been joking. She fought back a laugh of surprise when he sneakily kissed her the way he did. She very much enjoyed that sweet sneak attack. She spoke,"We can't do this alone. The least we can do to start is to at least try and rule out those who are least likely and impossible to have pulled off such a crime. It'll make the suspect list that much smaller." She paid for her food before they stepped out of the shop, and she spoke,"Your place. If anyone tries attacking the Uchiha compound to try and eliminate me, they'd be going on a suicide mission. Besides, the clan is spread out through the village anyway so if a hit happens again, there's less of a chance of multiple members being wiped out all at once." To be fair, it wasn't exactly a big secret that she possessed kekkei genkai other than the Byakugan. She needed rest right now, there was much to do for the Hyuga in the coming days. A collective wake and funeral and burial were at the top of that list of things to do. But right now, all she wanted was to be comforted by Habiki. Habiki didn't honestly believe there was a problem they couldn't solve together when they were well rested, well fed and at the top of their game. To put it simply, they were beyond mere mortals in absolutely every facet of their lives. From their physical strength, their likely to last the test of time youths, raw speed, honed and even natural talents These two were more than a head and a pair of shoulders above Shinobi of their age and even lineage. There was a reason it was ill advised to approach either member of this duo with anything less than admiration and immense respect. Sure, she was a little more kill crazy than he was. That didn't mean she garnered and demanded any less honor and respect from others. "You trust the Uchiha unconditionally, then?" He asked her softly, an air of seriousness behind his words as he held her hand firmly and moved with her in the direction of her stated designation. "I wouldn't say we could rule them out. If anything, my kin have a history of being violent and unruly. Hatred lies behind our eyes, the consequence of our hearts being so capable of love that we can't control ourselves when we must experience loss." Aimi ran her fingers through Habiki's long hair, and she spoke,"I trust our clans unconditionally." She knew the stories of the Uchiha, but for all the history of being violent and unruly... She truly believed that underneath all that, she truly believed that the clan was one of great passion. While passion could be swayed to either good or evil, she believed at heart the Uchiha were a good lot. She spoke,"Not all Uchiha are like that. Don't bite me for saying this, but it isn't always hatred or loss that awakens Sharingan. Sarada's Sharingan awakened because she felt the strong emotions that comes from desiring to reunite with somebody. Love awakened hers." She also heard the history of the one called Uchiha Kagami. He hadn't fallen prey to the clan's so called Curse of Hatred, having instead the Will of Fire. She knew how he felt about Sasuke, but Aimi absolutely adored Sarada. They were great friends. Soon enough, they were at his home, and she spoke quietly,"I feel many eyes upon us. I think members of your clan wish to approach me, but do not know what to say to me." Maybe being touched in non sexual ways wasn't for all guys, but Habiki loved feeling Aimi's fingers travel through his hair and he wasn't shy about showing his appreciating of it. "You're correct about our eyes, but I didn't say anything to contradict that." He noted as he raised a finger and wagged it a little pairing it with his charismatic smile and his eyes upon her. Sakura wasn't his responsibility and it wouldn't be fair to punish Sarada for her father's numerous disgusting deeds. She was perhaps the only reason Habiki wasn't more gun ho about restoring honor within his clan through murdering her father. Did she really deserve to miss out on being raised by her father? Habiki always felt as though there was something that both parents should bring to the table, but growing up with a Sharingan only multiplies the importance of guidance. What lies between Habiki and his not so secret motivation had nothing to do with his opinions on Sakura and Sarada. And this reflected in how he didn't bite her or even frown during her statement. "If they want to be so bashful as to sit around and just watch us, I'd rather they grow some balls and rethink what it means to share blood with me." He spoke menacingly of his clansmen that she noted, opening the door for her. Aimi was going to say something witty, she was feeling the desire to be witty, but then a small girl broke from her parents, she couldn't have been more than 3 to 4 years old. Her excitement was quite refreshing. She stopped right in front of Aimi, and excitedly spoke in the high pitched voice,"Wow! The Hyuga reallydohave white eyes!" Aimi merely smiled, and got to the child's level, looking directly in her eyes. She gently spoke,"Indeed we do, small one. Would you like to see what these white eyes can do?" Aimi was pleased to have made somebody so small, somebody that was so brave, very happy. The little girl excitedly said she wanted to see what the Byakugan could do. Her parents began apologizing, and she looked up, and spoke,"I have no problems giving a demonstration to a little one." She looked back at the child, and she activated her Byakugan. She could see the child's chakra points, and she could see the sheer amount of potential this little one would have. Once she was old enough, and if she remembered her, she wanted her to be her student. This child would potentially in the future could come into three nature transformation kekkei genkai, or get one, or two, or all of them. Scorch Style, Ice Style, and Boil Style. Aimi carefully poked the child in the stomach, stimulating one of her chakra points, and made the child bowl over cackling. She carefully picked the little one up, and gave her back to her parents. She deactivated her Byakugan. She felt much better, and all it took was a small child to really make her smile. She was glad her own brood would be along soon enough. Then other members of the clan began to surround her and talk to her. Younger ones, children mainly. Many were excited to see somebody that didn't look like them. "Little Kyo?" Habiki let the child's name leave his lips as she approached Aimi from the shadows. He was confused and on edge at first, not trusting what may lie behind the realm of the unseen from his non sharingan eyes. Of course he wanted to bring out his advanced eyes and ensure the child's safety along with Aimi's, but he'd bide his time in the short window before Kyo would appear and her parents followed. Even though Aimi said it was okay, if Habiki made the mistake to activate his sharingan it'd surely leave a bad impression and he sighed in slight relief that he had the patience that'd prove to be his advantage here. He'd cross his arms as he leaned his back along the frame of the fine building's door that he had left open after Kyo's surprise. It was adorable to see Aimi playing along with the young Uchiha girl and he'd smile softly as the darkness hid his eyes from view. He'd ponder a little to himself about how he felt about Aimi's uses of that technique on himself versus showing off for the little girl that was either more brave or much less unaware of the social systems compared to the rest of his clan that had come out to see Aimi alongside Habiki. Much like how Aimi could tell they were being watched, Habiki could already feel the envy of his Kin, the males in particular. Sure enough, their relationship wasn't an entirely well kept secret that only they knew of, but this was certainly a first time many of the Uchiha would be made aware of Aimi's time spent with Habiki alone and at such an hour. She was more than happy to entertain the questions of the younger Uchiha clan members. This was a start, fostering good relationships with other clans. The children were very sweet and very inquisitive, and she was enjoying this very much. Eventually, their parents began to shoo them away, telling them all to leave her be. Aimi actually felt disappointed when they all left, she had been having so much fun answering their questions. They were all so bright and inquisitive. Truly, the next generation of Leaf ninja were quite promising. Aimi properly got up, and made her way back to Habiki. She softly spoke,"That was fun. It's nice to entertain all of their questions. I was more than happy to answer more when the lot got shooed away. Well, shall we go? We've got an early start tomorrow." She looked rather pleased with herself, and she spoke,"I learned a great many things talking with the children." What she wanted right now was a good sleep. Habiki wondered, based on her initial comment, if Aimi didn't take into consideration what being found like this meant for Habiki moving forward. Not that he was complaining as he was planning on telling everyone after their previous mission anyway. "Our spawn will be lucky to have you as their mother, love." He spoke softly, with the waves in his voice that came directly from his heart and it mirrored the way his eyes found her own as he smiled for her. He'd have to deal with the other sort of intuitive questions that'd likely come from the older males once it gets back to his other fellow clansmen. And unlike Aimi's family bridging and soul warming experience, Habiki anticipated years of disturbing sensations he'd only be able to bleach away with intense scrubbings under hot soapy water. "And what did you learn?" There was a polite atmosphere around Habiki at this time as he guided her through the home and towards their bed. A place they'd freely spend time together now that their secret was more of a conclusive and arguably predictable fact. She had a dreamy look on her face, she couldn't wait to see what their future children would look like. Once they were in his home and in his bed, and spoke,"The little girl that wanted to see my Byakugan has an affinity for Water natured chakra. Depending on what nature transformation jutsus she learns when she's older, she'll have one of three, two of three, or all three of these kekkei genkais. Scorch Style, Boil Style, or Ice Style like me. I want her as my personal student when she's old enough." Without saying, the little one needed to be protected. While her Byakugan had been activated, she had identified other children, other clan members with potential, but the little girl was the one who had the most potential out of them all. She was happy to be with him, and sleep with him in more ways than one. Habiki took his shirt off to lay with Aimi, his bare chest and the fullest glory of his arms wrapping around her and holding her tightly to himself. Habiki often thinks of their love and connection as the light and darkness of the moon. Maybe the subtle concepts involved with that wasn't directly obvious to others, but thinking this way leads to a great deal of comfort for Habiki when the night sky isn't so cloudy. "Little Kyo?" Habiki knew who she meant, he was just surprised to find that Aimi saw so much potential in her and already decided to train Kyo when the time comes. "That's the enthusiasm I knew I'd love you for." He spoke lowly for her as he kissed to her neck and smiled wider for her. "How early of a day are we talking about for tomorrow? Sleep is overrated." He mused as he nudged at the concept of doing something other than sleeping. Aimi partially stripped before properly flopping on the bed and enjoying her head's spot on Habiki's chest. She softly spoke,"Ah, so that's her name. But yes, when she's old enough, I'll train her personally. It'd be criminal to let such talent go to waste. There are so many people in the Uchiha alone that possess additional kekkei genkai, and they don't know it. And for what it's worth, until this all blows over, I don't know whether to tell them or let it be. They deserve to know that they have more power than they know, but at the same time, I don't want anyone to have a target on their back. She purred when he kissed her neck, and she spoke,"Early enough. As much fun as theactivityis that produced our future little ones, all I really want to do is snuggle. Your chest is a fucking wonderful pillow." Has the day come that Habiki was to curse his superb genetics for giving him a chest that had such an effect? Perhaps, but he enjoyed being this close to her regardless of their activity of choice. "Snuggles it will be then." He chimed in after her compliment, scooping her whole body somehow just a little closer as he rest his cheek upon her head. As long as he still made her purr and long to swim in the warmth that radiated from his body specifically for her, all was right in the world. Losing her closed loved ones had a mean effect on Habiki as well, and he didn't even know that he considered them as close as he did. In all of the mental images of their futures together, he didn't even think about how often he thought of them being around to see their beautiful kids. And now those lost will never actually know about Habiki's thoughts, what he longed for, the future of their clans he held in his head. They left the world while he was still just a distant figurehead of another family. And it was so painfully sad that even though Aimi warmed him and shielding her from the world in his arms as they lay in their bed was a much needed reprieve, he could still feel the festering behind his left eye and the way it played with his head. He'd need sleep, and even then he wondered if it'd just go back to normal or get worse with time. Aimi was sad that her parents would never get to know their grandchildren, but she knew that it had been fated. Everybody died when it was their time. She softly spoke as her eyes started to close,"I can sense something bothers you. Tell me about it in the morning." She properly drifted off for the night, her breathing and heart rate becoming good and even, her right arm slung across his front. Upon waking in the morning, and noticing that Habiki was still asleep, a devious thought came to her mind. She carefully repositioned herself, fully stripping, being careful to not disturb the bed. She noticed how he had a hell of a case of morning wood. She carefully decided to surprise him. She was careful about lowering all the clothes on his lower half enough o free his massive cock. Her morning surprise to him would be a blow job, and if he wished, it could proceed further. She began to 'ready' him by beginning to lick his length up and down like a lollipop. She told him to tell her in the morning and Habiki wondered what exactly he'd say. Of course death was an unsettling matter for sane humans. Even though Habiki carried himself as though he was invulnerable to what was supposed to ail mere mortals, he was still just a man at heart and his mind throbbed with the idea of all of the words he never got to say to those that were lost this day. His heart tugged in all directions so full of regret. It wasn't unusual for those struck with grief to at least consider what they could have done differently, but this man was so mighty and so capable. If he had just a simple hint of what was to happen ahead of time he could have done so much to protect those that Aimi held so dear. He could erase the sky and rip apart the heavens, but he would always fall prey to his narrow sight and the forward march of time. Time that, for some odd reason, Habiki was dreaming about it being less like dry sand and more like warm and wet trails along his skin. And not just any skin in particular.His eyes opened to a most wonderful sight, and the concept that he was awake seemed even more foreign. The beautiful woman that he's mated, born with millions of gifts and a sharp wit, had been stripped down and licking right up and down his cock like it was a sweet treat she was trying to savor instead of swallowing him whole. And his already pulsing morning wood grew further at her attention as he looked right into her eyes. His expression was a mix of early morning drowsiness blended with a touch of awe. He'd never grow used to these sensations, her breasts and hips could never bore him. And his hands taking to her left cheek and right shoulder only framed his attention further. "Devious woman." He muttered softly as he began to smile. Aimi had a devilish look on her face as she made eye contact with him when he woke up, and then she continued to lick his length. She took a break for a bit when he put his hands on her, and she spoke,"Hmmm, I thought you would have said something to the effect of 'Vulgar Woman'... Now that I have your attention beloved... What do you wish for us to do next?" She waggled her eyebrows, wondering what he would have her do next. She was up and ready for some fun, but after that they had plenty of work to do, but right now, she wanted to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. "Vulgar?" He smiled a little wider as he sat up and took her cheeks into his hands, guiding her up into his lap as he'd kiss her, holding her face as he did. "What's more beautiful than a man and a womanappreciatingeach other?" Habiki mused with a tone that was fairly lighthearted as he kissed to her chin and then her neck, his arms looping round her as he pulled her against his bare chest and made her sit on his primed morning wood. "I have a few ideas, but I'm going to start by smothering you in some love." He growled a touch playfully in his final word before kissing her right on the lips again, pushing his tongue into her mouth to stimulate her own with some long warm licks while his hands move down her back to hold her ass. His fingers admiring the lewdest ways to grope her back end without delving straight into fingering her just yet. He'd pull back for just a moment to grin for her and narrow his eyes. "I want to bite, but I bet it'll drain you too much for today's activities." He suggested an action they could do while playing as though he wouldn't do it because he's pretending to be some sort of responsible guy. He wanted to see her attempt at convincing him otherwise, not that it'd take much to make him give in. Aimi was smiling when he guided her into his lap. She gave him a passionate kiss back, loving how he was so gentle in holding her cheeks. She replied sweetly,"The one thing that's more beautiful than that is seeing the result of such...Appreciation." She loved where his lips were going down to her chin and neck. She was smiling as she was against that wonderful chest of his, she could feel his length between her legs as she sat on it. Her mouth was open plenty, ready for his tongue to enter. She was highly aroused, moisture growing at her lips. She was thoroughly enjoying how Habiki was showing some loving to her ass, and she slyly replied,"It's just a shit ton of meetings, not like we're going on a mission handsome! Besides, I'd like to see what else my chakra will do to you!" "Hard to argue with that." Her black and ruby haired dark prince smiled for her, musing after her captivating kiss and seemingly amusing comment pertaining to the product of their mating. "You don't imagine those responsible would find our prying to be a threat?" There seemed to be either a large confidence in their overall ability or simply a different hypothesis of their enemy. Not that he was complaining. It was so fucking hot to see the fire in Aimi's eyes, how certain of herself she can be. That side of her was so important for Habiki's drive to loving her. She was just so unapologetically herself, and it rendered her softer vulnerable moments with him so much more genuine. If she was always vulnerable, if there was no drive behind her eyes, Habiki wouldn't recognize this woman that he's given his heart too. He wouldn't find her wetness and her gorgeous thighs surrounding his stiff cock to be so amazing without the soul that holds them being intact. And that's what he's sworn to protect. Not just a pretty face, or an incredibly healthy and curvy woman. The single most capable human on the planet that was obviously the only choice when it came to completing him. He'd raise her with his hands on her ass until his cock and her wonderful womanhood were in the most daring position. His cock head stealing kisses from her lower lips as he looks right into her eyes. The difference in their height being highlighted now in this moment that their bodies were intertwined and he seemingly threatened to take her right now, his eyes not asking permission but peering deep inside to take in more of his other half. "Aren't you curious what mingling my chakra with yours might do to you?" "Of course those responsible would find our investigating threatening. But there are three things that cannot be hidden. The Sun, the Moon, and the Truth. Truth will always come to light sooner or later." Aimi replied strongly. Justice would be served sooner or later, one way or another. After all, where there was a will, there was a way. She purred when he had his hands on her ass cheeks, raising her till her pussy lips were just kissing his cock's head. God, she wanted him, no, she needed him inside her right now! She softly spoke,"Of course I'm curious to see what will happen. I mean, sharing my chakra with you made a hybrid of our eyes in your eyes, so I wonder if the same will happen to me, or something entirely different!" She had an eager look on her eyes, not only for the surely wonderful bout of sex they were going to have, but for the possibility of seeing what would happen if he shared chakra with her. There were so many possibilities, and her curiosity would not be sated until the deed was done. "Now that doesn't sound like something you'd say." Habiki's voice showed various levels of concern, interest and playfulness all wrapped in the deep threaded tones he gathers only for Aimi. Was this the effective evolution to be seen in her tool set after the growth she was forced to endure after last night? It was hard to tell since probing Aimi deeply for very specific concepts and changes would be impossible with Habiki's eyes and interests. There was just so much about her that was like a furious burning sun to the moth in his brain. Everything about Ami weakened Habiki's ability to focus as it was impossible to fight the way she muted the world around him when his eyes met her own, or the way he could feel almost nothing else but his hear beating away when he spotted her suddenly. He could wear his cool persona all he wanted, but behind thie strong and confident dark prince was certainly a lovestruck boy who had all he ever wanted right here in his lap.In fact, that very aspect of Habiki that no one would expect to exist almost helped him to keep this talk mostly on what they'd do with their day and even what his chakra might do to her body. That is, instead of whathewas going to do to her body. And how could he fail to do that when her need was worn so outwardly in the way her wet warmth was so self evident through the senses of his cockhead's nerves. "How about you think of a way we'll inject my Chakra into you, and I'll work on exercising all of these... distractions. Y'know, in case we get jumped today." He joked as he was partially distracted by her breasts pressing into his chest and her lips so close to his own. His arms tightly wrapped around her as he took her down his length inch by inch, practically delving just as deep into her through their eyes. "It isn't something I would normally say, but I still said it either way." she replied with an amused look on her face, her eyes gazing upon Habiki's face. When he suggested that she think of a way for him to inject his chakra into her. Not knowing how his eyes were currently working right now, she spoke,"When I gave you my chakra and your eyes became hybrids of our eyes... You said you could see my chakra points. That in of itself implies you have a high chance of being able to use Gentle Fist. You'd be able to surgically inject your own chakra into my chakra pathway system. While normally this would cause massive damage to internal organs due to their close proximity to the chakra circulatory system, there is a way around that." She began to explain how it worked, how to safely use Gentle Fist that would allow him to inject chakra into her without causing harm to her. She hoped it didn't sound boring, but what she had said was the best explanation to it all. She smiled and laughed at his phrasing of exercising the distractions. She sighed in great pleasure as he had her going down on his incredible length inch by inch, it felt wonderful to have him inside of her. She softly spoke,"Hmmm, making love.... Or fucking?" Her statement to have boldly declared her previous line regardless of what was decided to be unlike her was ironically exactly like the Aimi he knew and loved through and through. If there was a wall, she'd punch through it. If the problem was a safe, she'd crack through it. If the problem was anything she could get her hands on, one would best bet that she'd harness her immense destructive forces to solve the problem without much time wasted on waxing poetic. At least, that's the fierce woman that Habiki saw in Aimi that drew him so close to her fire. A roaring inferno that she tamed inside an wonderful fire pit that warmed his cold and abandoned soul. Only with Aimi would Habiki find that he wasn't so tragically alone in the thousands of ways any ordinary man couldn't relate to his imposing presence. And she wasn't afraid of him, he didn't intimidate her one bit. If anything, he'd wonder if she wouldn't cherish the thought of going all out against him if there wouldn't be any consequences.Aimi's hot wet sex was just as physically stimulating as she squeezed around his long and hard cock as her well trained body was visually appealing. What was this woman lacking? From the outside it was hard to discern her flaws that Habiki knew well and still cherished. But, he wouldn't have much time to delve deeper on this mentally as she provided him with more than one thing to focus on on top of the way his hips screamed to be bucked upward mindlessly until he's forced her mind into a numbed state. He controlled himself, barely. "Huh, now that is interesting." He referred to her solution on the topic of sharing his own chakra with her. Would he be able to deliver it directly to the spots that was most tender and ready to evolve with his demonic shades of Uchiha power? "I'll be fucking making love to you " He showed teeth in his wicked grin before tightening his arms around her and ensuring she felt what it meant to have him balls deep even if this angle wasn't preferred for it. With the way she melted into him, he could do anything. When he said he would befucking making loveto her, she couldn't help would smile. The way he worded it was very arousing. She let out a loud lewd moan when he was truly balls deep inside of her. Her face was up close to his. His lips were absolutely perfect. She traced his lips with her tongue. For every bit of pleasure he was giving to her, she wanted to give him just as much in return. What had she done to deserve her soulmate? They were perfectly made for each other, and each day since he had knocked her up she was thanking whatever deity that was out there that she had met him good and proper in Ichiraku's. Then what she was going to do next once he opened his mouth, if he wanted to, would be to trace over his teeth, fangs included, with her tongue. The idea had come to her, she thought it was hot as hell, but she didn't know if the idea would appeal to him. The sound escaping her mouth as he was once again so very deep inside her was fulfilling in a very primal way for Habiki. Together, like this, nothing else mattered. No one else truly mattered when Aimi's hot body numbs out the world around them. This was an effect that went beyond being with a beautiful woman, this is how Habiki was comforted and assured of the undeniable fact that the woman in his arms and the future mother of their children has always been his soulmate. It only hurt his heart a little to regret holding back and not confronting her about his feelings sooner. But, he had things he had to do when he was a child that made him stronger today that wouldn't have had the same effect if he didn't bear the weight alone. It was regrettable that they didn't spend their days together before the fated day, but sometimes it's the hardest medicine to swallow that brings the greatest effect.Her tongue along his lips made his cock swell physically within her, like an extension of his heartbeat. Despite that, his hands moved over her ass and her hips in long grope y motions allowing his fingers to enjoy every inch of her gorgeous midsection right before her tongue negotiated her way into his mouth. He didn't hesitate, his mouth opening a little to give her more room as she worshiped his fangs and ran her tongue over his teeth. His eyebrows raised just a little at first, but his face had enough unintentional signs of him warming up to this actions from Aimi. It felt so good to have her soft tongue run over his teeth and fangs. He'd even long for her to rub against his gums in a massage. In a way, Habiki had a humanizing moment as he realized that there was limited motion he could really get with his hips in this position. Sitting upright, that is. But, he let his legs out straight and moved in circular motions anyway, stimulating her slowly without interrupting their intimate moment Aimi was enjoying having her tongue ghost over Habiki's teeth and fangs. For what it was worth, he was slowly starting to enjoy it. Then she got a very devious look on her face. He had enjoyed her serpentine tongue before. With that being said, she was going to treat him to her Sage form. Scales started to appear over her body, and her eyes, and eventually, her tongue, turned serpentine. Her tongue began to flick against his gums, giving a very gentle but sensual massage. She was moaning softly into his mouth, he was stimulating her ever so slowly but wonderfully, and she was enjoying every damn moment. He seemed to have influenced her right into activating her sage mode with her sex so wet and tightly wrapped around his big cock. Where her scales met his skin tickled in the most devilish way, but it was the sensation of her forked tongue running along his gums in exactly the way he longed for that nearly pushed him over the edge. As though he could cum mentally long before he'd physically ejaculate inside of her, his eyes floated upward and upward in his skull and he felt a gracious weakness threaten to envelop his body completely. And right when he was on the cusp of surrendering to that feeling and just opening right up to the idea of being as available to the wonderful things Aimi was doing to him, he found himself fighting back. The sage mode chakra swelled as his fangs grew and the color around his eyes drew itself in the familiar way it framed themselves on her lover. In his eyes was the mixed eyes that their chakras blended together to create.One of his hands returned to her cheek as he looked into her eyes, his thumb tracing her scales just as he did in the past. This time, however, her tongue was so engaged with his mouth that it was almost like their bodies were entirely intertwined with all of the levels of contact. He'd shift before taking her to her back and he'd gather himself on his knees and elbows above her as he'd thrust into her the way he's been so intensely craving for. Again and again he'd move his body over her own so harshly that their bed rocked as though they were already in the middle of an intense fucking session. He'd catch himself and smile wide for her in a sinister way before showing her his left hand cloaked in a way only her byakugan would allow her to see. His intentions were written over his face. "Let's see if I'm a natural at this sort of thing..." She looked absolutely delighted when she saw his eyes, the hybrid eyes of his. He looked handsome before, but he looked even more perfect with these new eyes, and she didn't even think it was possible for him to look more perfect. She loved seeing his fangs too. In battle, she wondered which set of fangs could do more damage. In Sage Mode, both of them could raise much hell. Although to be fair, even when not using Sage Mode, they could raise a lot of hell. Even if they're just using their dojutsu, villages could and would be leveled. More scales formed on her body, just as it did when she got excited. And right now, she was more than excited. She was aroused beyond belief. Being in Habiki's presence would do that to her. The new position they were both in was incredible... Now that she thought about it, every time they would be 'fucking making love', she wanted to try a new position. Not that it'd ever get boring, but it would always be fun to try something new. It was an odd sensation to activate her Byakugan while already in Sage Mode, but she did it. She could see his chakra points, but she saw his left hand, realizing what he was intending to do. She spoke,"I'm ready when you are handsome!" When narrowing his eyes, Habiki's lethal seriousness could crush almost any sense of whimsical joy from his enemies. If there was some sort of idea floating in the air that he wasn't entirely serious about his first time using this technique, it'd surely be suffocated straight out of the air. This wasn't something he's experienced being used mostly for pleasure. The eyes of the Uchiha have been no stranger to the results of a Hyuga's palms meeting the bodies of their victims. He'd then grasp at her side with the same hand and the chakra made it's way to the print of his thumb as he smoothed this surface over her side, guiding his chakra into her towards the nearest points with the intentions of stimulating her in a similar way to a soft warm light bulb beneath one's palm. However, this sensation would meet points between her belly button and her breasts with his sage mode guiding his inexperienced technique through her anyway. It was surely a battle between them to proof for sure if it was his fangs or her own that truly had the most sinister bite, but he forfeited the concept of overall lethality if her venom was included in the equation. She'd win that debate without much of a fuss,, Habiki wasn't stubborn enough to lie.He wouldn't stop his physical endeavors to feel her around his large cock with each of the motions from his hips, wanting to look into her eyes with her upper body resting against the header of the bed. He was almost in pain when it came to how eager he was to watch her breasts move in response to his harsh and heavy thrusts. He wasn't being very fast, though. Aimi was calmly, quietly breathing in and out, readying her body for the chakra Habiki was going to give her. But to be completely honest, it was a difficult task since he was inside of her and he was moving his hips slowly in a way that gave her quite a rush of pleasure. It made her want to buck, grind, bounce up and down on his length, but for the moment, she was doing no such thing. She didn't want this to get screwed up. She felt warm around her side, the pleasant sort of warmth that might result from being close to a light bulb, or from cuddling under a good quality blanket, or from cuddling with a special somebody. The warm sensation was concentrated near her belly button and the valley between her breasts, even though she felt warm all over. As he continued injecting chakra into her, hereyesbegan to take a lovely blue color and a floral white pattern began to form as well, alongside blue pupils. She softly spoke,"I feel warm. At home. It feels really good, Habiki." She continued,"Did it feel this good for you when you received my chakra?" Part of him knew she was dying to push her body into his slow and deep thrusts, but she was more aware of what it took to keep this technique safe than he was and he decided to follow her lead as his chakra danced past her skin and enchanted the points from her belly button to her breasts. What got her going more between the sharing of his chakra and the way he was making love to her was going to be impossible to discern as he imagined that the sensations were interwoven in a very complex way. He couldn't tell exactly how he was making her feel, how close or how far from his intentions this technique brought her. But, he could tell almsot immediately that he should slow down his movements more and his face drew closer to her own. As he waited for her eyes to open, no longer pumping his hips, his hair changed the way his bat sage mode would twist it into the grey lengthened form that their intimacy was so familiar with. Her eyes came as a surprise. A light blue floral pattern that wasn't as simple as the initial glance would make it out to be. He couldn't capture the grace of her eyes in a permanent memory. He could observe it in the moment but every time he blinked he'd find that he wasn't recording it. As though he couldn't draw it later. Was this his eyes? The lingering darkness in his mind? He listened to her words and it made him smile wide and yet still softly, as though he was in paradise with her."It was different, if you're referring to when my eyes changed. Drinking in your chakra is always amazing, though. I can't quite place it." He whispered to her, no rush to get her off with his cock as his arms surrounded her even though he was still inside her. Lips coming to lips as he stole a very deep kiss and looked right into her eyes as his bangs mixed with her own. His body letting her feel his muscles and need for her despite how he actively avoided all of the little ways he could have hurt her incidentally. "Your chakra feelssss like it's ssssetting my heart ssssoftly at eassse, melting away all my worriesss. I feel it behind my eyessss the mossst, my eyesss are tingling. Not painfully, mind you, never that. It'ssss ssssuch an odd feeling, but not an unwelcome one." she spoke, her Ss lengthening once more. Her fingers went to his long grey hair. It was amazing how much different they both looked when their sage forms were active. She was happy to kiss him back, their hair was touching. She felt the influx of chakra start to slow down, and she spoke sweetly,"Oh, I think you're going to have a good time learning Gentle Fist. You're so strong and powerful already, but with additional training, I really can't wait to see how far you can go!" One of the many things that got her going was watching Habiki work. For her, it was a massive turn on. She felt ready for them to really go at it properly now. What he wouldn't give to have her delicate voice whisper in the way only her sage mode could for his ears alone at all times. What money and priceless powerful artifacts couldn't he trade, sell or giveaway to feel her precious soft scales along his chest and across his finger tips over each our of the night, These aren't traditional questions because they aren't meant to be answered traditionally. There wasn't anything he wouldn't give. Habiki's immaculate dual colored hair and his powerful eyes were just accessories and tools to him. He'd give it all, become as mundane and normal as could be, entirely for this woman. This woman who he could bring to the edge and push her further. Whose snake y extended SS's could melt his heart, her forked tongue expertly finding all of the little ways to bring him to a similar edge and pus him further."I'll take the compliments." He'd whisper darkly with her hands in his hair, after their kiss. "But I wonder... if you'd survive that kind of force from my full palm." He grumbled a little, showing some concern on his face despite the sheer amount of heaven he was in as he held her like this, his cock still inside her and her voice lall for his own pleasures.Almost like a sudden change in the direction of the wind, watching the leaves of a tree turnover as they pull themselves in the polar opposite direction, it was the warmth in her breathe and the way her prolonged SS's that made his heart pound harder and faster and steeled the look in his eyes. He was ready too, and he was only ever this ready for her. "Aimi." He whispered into her ear, moving so quickly as though his motions were oiled in his lusts for her. "Take a deep breath and hold it." He instructed her as his hands took to her thighs and pulled her down to the bed to the header so that she was entirely on her back. These same hands and in the same motion pulled her kness into the bed at each of her sides just before entering her again and thrusting like a made man to make the bed shake and quake. It felt so good, both being inside her and making her body move along with what felt like the whole damn room. As a sage, he was so powerful and she was so tight and wet. "Oh my dear sssweet Habiki People have died on me before I even finished a proper Eight Trigramssss attack. You'll get up to that after much training!" she teasingly spoke. What she wouldn't give for a good fight with him without any consequences. Both of them were titans of their respective clans. A good grudge match between them both could and most likely would wipe out the village. Course, either of them alone could do that just fine if the mood struck them. Aimi obediently held her breath like Habiki asked, breathing in and out a few times first before sucking in a large breath. So now they were changing positions, she was now flat on her back! She cried out in pleasure when he properly took her. Her eyes were wide, the blue pupil was blown with lust and desire. She slyly spoke,"Sssweet love.... Have you ever broken a bed before?" She didn't want the bed broken of course, but she wanted to be taken good and hard, she knew she'd need the pleasure from this to tolerate the day ahead of them both. Absolute music to his ears. Every second of her magic voice tickled down his spine in ways similar to her chakra escaping into his body through his fangs and her technique. Was this a hidden purpose for that play in her words when she enters Sage Mode? Perhaps to attract the mate for her? They did accept Nature Chakra into their bodies when they entered Sage Mode. They became more like, borrowing features and traits of beasts in the wild when activating such a technique. Animals in the wild most certainly, instinctively attracted other fit mates entirely through mannerisms or ticks and fidgets or colorful feathers or mindless calls. It was probably up to debate if those in the wild did it intentionally or not, but Habiki imagined in wasn't out of malice or trickery. "Not to my memory, love." He whispered back about breaking the bed as he continued to push into her and cuddle with her at the same pace, clearly enjoying her thoroughly without a pause. He could make love to her with plenty of grace, but it was obvious that he needed her in ways that the most passionately perverted shinobi couldn't begin to imagine. He wanted to make her most vulnerable moments all his own and no one else's. Sharing this time with her before their business this day was beyond divine. Aimi was moaning in time with him thrusting in and out of her. He truly was a god amongst men, and for that, she was grateful. Her scaly cheeks were aglow with a light flush of blood, the floral pattern in her eyes lightly spinning. She was feeling very warm, her eyes were bright, she felt great pressure, she knew the feeling, she was close to climaxing. It was hard to believe, especially since it felt like they had just started, but at the same time, Habiki knew just which ways to get her going, and the ways to get her going quickly. Since her legs were free, she decided to wrap them around his waist as tightly as she could, but leaving enough room for him to keep hammering in and out of her. The moment she secured him in her legs, Habiki knew right where he had her. Obviously in his bed, beneath her, sure. But that much was obvious. What took his intense love for Aimi to enable was his immaculate care for and attention to her body and the way it works. If she was under even the mildest of genjutsu, like his left eye was before, he'd want to spot it a mile away and save her from that. Maybe that was a bit of a drastic direction to go in, but he was more than happy to use his powerful eyes and trained body for this purpose as well. In what only could be described as hundreds of ways, every cell in his nervous system flared with signs that he had his lover on the ropes. He'd thrust and feel her before preparing to thrust again. Every time he did so, he had to pull back a little further than his instincts told him to as he had to correct for his constant need to feel her against his hips in order to actually put some umph in his thrusts. Not that he wasn't enthralled by the idea of just cuddling up and spooning with his beloved instead. Taking her like this was just a touch more exciting, however. It was something that a relationship without gender norms would surely be lacking. To be vulnerable isn't to be weak. To be on top isn't to be heartless. They surrendered to each other and took each other for all they were worth at all times and it's why they were united. That was their love, a roaring flame.He ran a hand up and down her left thigh as he kept moving his body over her, feeling the ungodly pleasant sensation that resulted particularly at the end of each of his hefty poundings down into her tight and wet sex. It was a wonder at all that he could control himself and not just drink her dry in moments like this. There mere thought of losing himself in the taste of her blood, her lustful embrace and the way their chests provided all of the worldly desires of flesh they could ever possibly drool for Well, it actually reminded him of exactly how he should be pushing her over the edge. This time, however, he had a devious plan and he let it shine through his handsome features. Even his sage markings could almost glow with practically evil intent.He'd take her right nipple between his front teeth, careful not to include his fangs in this procedure as he teased her nipple and continued making such passionate love to her. Slowly, his hand from her left thigh roamed up her body, monopolizing her skin and sincerely feeling her on it's way up to her ass and then back to her ribs before catching her round left breast in his palm and fondling it as though it may have been the last time in a long time. Now, in three ways he simultaneously stimulated his lover, but it wasn't over as his hybrid eyes scanned over her neck, her jaw, and her eyes if he could catch them if he wasn't backing her head bound back into the pillows in the pleasure of it all. This continued for a moment just before his thumb and index finger tips would raise with a soft blue glow. A tried and true method from before now to be utilized in a passion fueled attempt at blowing his lover's mind just one more time. They'd come together on both sides of her left nipple as he rolled it with care and gently tugged it so eagerly. Just when he wanted her to think that this multi staged plan was all laid out, he let his chakra travel into his lover's body once more to tickle at all of the nearby points that surrounded the left side of her chest through the nerves in her nipple and breast just before burrowing his nose and face between her breasts. He wanted to feel with the more sensitive skin of his cheeks and lips the way she took in and expelled air, her heartbeat, the way her blood flowed. Even if the difference between his rugged love making and calculated attempts to blow her mind wasn't much, he wanted to gauge his effectiveness. This was the woman he needed for all of his life, and he was prepared to get a low grade and learn from it to blow her mind sincerely in the future. After all, that's how shinobi truly became strong. They failed and got better. Even if he had the sneaking suspicion that he was going to secure a more than passing grade.He knew he needed it, the feeling of her body convulsing, her heat raising and their juices mixing as they glazed much more than just his fat and lengthy cock. He just had to hear her breathing pattern mix and her pleasured sounds crescendo along with such a finale. In fact, this is what he'd beg Santa for, every year from now on. Even his own climax was fastly approaching in his unparalleled anticipation. If only he could somehow already be granting her a second round of powerful and beautiful children for them to raise together. Though, no man could no how grateful he was that she was already pregnant with their first. As though he could actually be the only burning star in the universe and still lit the night sky for strangers at the opposite end of said universe. He was truly complete, and he suspected that she wouldn't allow her final breathe to escape her until she managed to make him even happier.

['Aimi', 'Hyugawas']

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The Qwaser no Stigmata (KaseKattx Zeth)

Brian was nervous. He had transferred high schools because he is a Qwaser and was supposed to protect Casie. The advice Jessica had given him was to introduce himself and act natural. Well that was easier said then done. Outside the school Brian 'just happened' to bump into Casie. "Hello, I am Brian the new transfer student. It is a pleasure to meet you," he said politely. He went in for the standard handshake to be polite, but tripped over an errant soda can. Brian tripped and fell face first into Casie's Breasts! A Wrackcident! 'Oh Crap' Brian thought. Casie lived in the campus housing her paremts paying extra to keep her safer. Casies large breasts seem to invite sexual harrassment and shes learned not to trust many people. When a stranger greeted her it immediately raised flags him falling face first in her soft squishy breasts made her jump back and let him fall to the ground. She felt a bit bad when his face smac k ed the cement Some how landing into the cement was better. Yes it was more painful, but less embarrassing. Brian got to his feet after wiping some dirt off. "Are you alright? I'm sorry about that. I tripped," he said nervously. His mind was going a mile a minute. What would Jessica say now? He was afraid he was about to blow the mission before it started. Casies breasts bounced as she straightened herself up "s sorry that looked like it hurt." "Yeah it did. So um,Can I walk you to school? I think I transferred to your class and I am completely lost to be honest," said Brian. Which was somewhat true. He was unsure where his home room would be.

['Casie']

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Team TWLT ((ThomasRHellsing and wiki234))

Thomas Alexander Abaddonus ran a hand through his hair. The straw blond locks were silky smooth as always. The Hunter in Training tried to play off the current events as not important, but the truth was the teen was really nervous. Not so much the Grim infested forest, he'd been trained to kill the creatures of negativity since he could remember. The Abaddonus Family were reknowned hunters. His grand father had supposedly killed atleast one of every grim in existence. Unfortunetly, while legends and even facts were good, they also tended to have a price. His father had been the only Abaddonus to have children our of ten kids. He'd then died at the age of twenty five.The Abaddonus family retainers had made sure the young heir was properly trained, winning multiple tournaments and such. The teen was known for a buzz shield and blade whip combination. The truth was such things were mostly toys. Each member of the Abaddonus Clan carried what they referred to as their burden. A weapon meant to shred an army of grim. Thomas's was wrapped in thick cloth on his back, and the cloth was belted to it. In it's "Passive" mode the thing resembled a cross. Another calling card of the Abaddonus family most of their weapons either had crosses on them, or were cross shaped. His sword that could be a whip, or a blade, or a bladed whip depending on his he twisted the handle was on his hip in "Cross mode" at the moment. It merely resembled a foot tall and six inch wide cross. His shield was currently in "Watch Mode". While he didn't think any grim in the entrance exam would require his "Penance" he kept his burden on his back just in case.The heir of the Abaddonus family was tall even without the massive cross slung onto his back. 6' 11", with a build like a swimmer. His skin was pale and his eyes a dark blue. He wore a vest that resembled European plate armor, with chain mail sleeves and metal gauntlets that left his fingers exposed from the second knuckle onwards. Dark blue cargo pants, and steel toed leather boots finished off his outfit. Well aside from the already mentioned cross on his left hip. He also carried a high caliber hog's leg pistol on his right hip. His style might seem ancient to those with modern "Transformation weapons", but that was because such weapons were a bit finicky in their use, so he preferred when dealing with lesser grim to use his less complicated weaponry. If he ran into a higher ranking foe his Penance would be more then capable. He'd just have to clean, polish, sharpen, and reload the monstrosity of a weapon afterwards. Hearing a noise, he tapped the center of his watch, and it quickly folded out to make a circular sword, a blood red cross on a black diamond back ground on the center. That was his family's symbol. He caustiously moved towards that, shield kept infront of his body, his torso leaned behind the shield. Aya sighed as she landed down fro the pads, firing a few purple arrows, connected by a glowing purple string of lightning that came off it to a tree as it let her change her course and slow down to land safely at least. It was her first time doing something a bit crazier like this also being the first she wasn t put into a regular school like she mostly knew about. Standing up with her low and quickly pushing her ribbon up just a bit the girl headed off, giving a few deep breaths to keep calm as she took her time at least for the moment.AppearanceWeaponMana managed to oddly not screw landing mostly by keeping low during the launch to better control herself a bit at least in the air before managing to luckily land on a large tree safely, changing her cannons into her long lance form and stabbing the end of the tree and jumping off to stop her landing at least before taking a deep breath from the crazy thing she just did and finally move off into the forestAppearanceWeaponAppearanceWeaponIzumi luckily had as much luck as most of the others, bracing herself and tucking her legs together as the large side of a tree came into view, pushing herself with a flip and onto the ground, managing to land as she wasn t someone to try something tipsily crazy as this. With a sigh, giving a stretch and shaking it off a bit the girl pulled out a black sword, spinning it to transform into a beam rifle before slowly walking off then at least. Thomas blinked as the brush moving was a rabbit. He shrugged a bit, and began to move silently through the forest. Almost literally walking into three girls who'd walked into the same clearing. Blushing a bit he said, "Hello Ladies, I'm Thomas, Thomas Abaddonus. I guess we're partners?"He knew normally it was the first one you saw but he honestly wasn't sure who he'd seen first. Looking around he said, "Do you three have any idea where the chess pieces we're supposed to get are? I think the ship I saw was to the North, so a straight path, but I did see a rope bridge as well. Any issues teaming up to get the pieces?" Aya could already hear people nearby, deciding to avoid them simple for the moment before jumping to a tree and straight into a bush as she rolled out into the clearing with her bow pulled back aiming at the three then slowly standing and backing up just a bit before giving a sigh aiming her bow down but still pulled. this is dumb... giving a sigh being confused than anything as she just shrugged standing there.Mana stuck mostly to the high trees and open ground, already seeing a bit farther than mostly anyone below her at the moment before jumping off and rushing off into a nearby bush and into the clearing this time awkwardly and oddly to have already bumped into three others as she raised her weapon up across her chest just in case though. we just got here you dummy and you think we know anything about that, we are all new anyway god hope your not really like that too often being stuck like this now... before running over and using her weapon to get up to a tree. I guess just split and search then.... as aya turned to get up a tree with mana looking over at her and two soon heading off the opposite direction leaving the others.Izumi kept her rifle, seeing a rather medium sized open clearing slowly walking toward it very much ready before seeing someone in the distance as well as hearing rather loud noises around herself in general knowing a few more than two or three people were close, deciding to not take any actions in bumping into someone on purpose at least until she moved closer to already find three other people. Izumi mostly just listened and shrugged not really one to plan things as she started to run off the other direction to leave the other to follow then as she wasnt wanting to really talk much than focus on this. Thomas rolled his eyes, speaking before they could run off "You could have already looked around. Also splitting up would be sort of dumb given the test is about finding a partner and learning to work with them. Plus their are supposedly Grim in the forest. Having eachother's back is the smart play."Shrugging a bit he added, "You could also know a bit more about the forest then I do. I mostly lived in cities. You could have seen a better path then I did. It never hurts to ask allies if they have any useful infor ."He cut off as with a low growl a beowolf leapt from the brush. He drew his sword, and met it's charged, his blade forming and glowing dark red as he charged it with his aura. Bringing it down he cut the juvenile beowolf from snout to the tip of the tail. Letting it dissolve he said, "Yeah, sticking together it the smarter move. Arrow Girl, are you a good enough shot to shoot around us, or should you be in the front? I think a diamond formation would be best, but I'm open to ideas if you have superior ones."He nodded to the arrow woman, "Traveling by trees would be quicker, do you two have the Aura control for it? If not her being our sniper and spotter might be a good move. I know the general direction we need to head. I checked it out during my jump. My Semblance made it easier for me."He wasn't trying to be arrogant, he knew he would likely have these three on his team for the rest of his years at school. Showing competency was a good idea. He also wasn't trying to step on anyone's toes. Izumi looked back seeing him kill something already yet still deciding to continue to walk as it seemed he didn t follow very far and the fact the two were already gone anyway far enough away from them for anything to be heard much.Aya and mana kept moving through the trees seeing that nothing was really happening much as it seemed they covered at least some good enough ground to be able to come into mostly new territory that was a bit different than the regular forest. The two jumped down walking now through the first searching as aya had her weapon shifted into a sword while mana spun her blades to the side watching for anything. Thomas rolled his eyes, of course he'd have to meet the most superior cunts in the academy. He didn't expect to be worshipped, but basic human decency like replying with your name was basic manors. Fine, if the arrogant twats wanted to make this a challenge then screw them. He'd tried playing it nice.He activated his semblance, in and in blur of crimson had shot ahead of the other two. He played his semblance off as super speed, which in a way it way, but it was mostly lightning his weight and density so that pushing off of the ground was less like walking, and more like skating. He couldn't fly unfortunately, but he could practically glide in the right scenarios. Reaching the bridge he decided to forgo it, since it was an obvious choke point. Leaning down he jumped hard, decreasing his mass so the natural air currents would help him gain altitude. He landed on the far side, and continued to move towards the old pirate ship. Part of him wondered how a "Pirate ship" had ended up on a plateau of a mountain, but then again it was probably built for ambiance.As much as the Abaddonus heir would have liked to rush in, he knew with his lightened density and weight any sort of serious strike he couldn't go with would be very very bad. Much like a bird's wings meeting a hammer. He focused since he'd be surprised if their weren't any Grim in the area and actually increased his weight a bit, only to about three times his normal weight. An unhealthy if natural 700 pounds or so with armor and weapons. He moved cautiously towards the small chest, opening it, he saw four chess pieces, each made of "Gold" ironically enough they were all kings. He took his and decided to wait to see if the arrogant girls from before showed up. It seemed that the forest didn t really have anything much at all for a challenge at least as the other two moved on through most of the forest with still nothing at least before eventually stopping and looking out for a moment before eventually moving on again to finally stumble on an odd white pillar as they finally moved toward it oddly even finding the others again as Izumi would eventually be mostly the last one to make it as she jumped out of a tree and rolled down. oh well looks like you did find it... as Izumi started crossing her arms with her rifle on the ground well since we re done here then, guess I didn t really focus on anything at all but names Izumi.... Mana jumped onto the pillar spinning her long blades staff before pushing the handle shorter into a sword and pulling the lower handle up as it changed into an armored dual cannon form on one arm. mana.... keeping it brief as she didn t really talk much either.Aya mostly walked over looking around at the odd ruins before stopping at them talking and trying to figure it out before simply saying her name as an awkward introduction mostly as she wasn t paying attention as she was curious with everything new around them still it seemed. Thomas nodded to them a bit, only now noticing the slight stress in the women's shoulders and necks. He blinked, "You weren't being bitches by not introducing yourself earlier were you? I thought you were, but I can tell you're more tense. Worried about the Grim? I didn't see any particularly dangerous ones from the air, so I wasn't too worried."He began to move forward, only to swear as a massive stinger shot from the ground right where he was standing. It was large, bone like protrusions along it's pencers, stinger and back. Thomas grabbed the stinger, but even with his increased weight and aura he was barely keeping it back. tossing it back he lightened his density and shot backwards towards the group. Deactivating his minor weapons he drew penance saying, "Izumi, Aya, can you two focus on the tail, try to wound it severely. Mana, you ok with taking the right claw, I'll take the left so it can't use them to defend itself. Once the tail is done for, let us know and we'll set you up for a kill strike."He had finished unfurling Penance, a massive weapon it was shaped like a cross, the right arm a wicked axe, the left resembling a hammer. Give the change tech it was obvious it had at least one alternate form but they didn't seem to matter much at the second. He looked at the women, "Unless anyone else has a good strategy."He didn't want to seem too bossy, if the girls had a better idea he was open to it. He knew the stinger was the Grim's main weapon, but it's claws were capable of acting like shields batting projectiles out of the way. He wasn't sure his Ace would even be able to pierce the thick armor of the creature's tail. He couldn't help the smirk that came to his face, as afrenaline began to sing in his blood. The three girls of course looked at him luckily sharing a collective already pissed off rage of anger as mana pointed her cannon at him with the two other girls weapon forms changing into ranged mode at least as all of them aimed straight at him until of course they would be interrupted but actually seeing it as a fine plan anyway before they all lowered their weapons and jumped onto trees watching him struggle for a little while trying to kill it as mana sat down with a yawn with izu leaning against the tree just looking down with her arms in her jacket pocket and finally aya holding her bow and just standing there watchingThe three didn t really seem interested in even killing for now of course with the extremely wrong mistake of what he just pulled right now. Eventually they got all bored of course watching his dumb struggle before finally coming down as the white cannon fired shells at its armor seeming to just distract before aya would try for a few void bow shots at its eyes at least, a red beam being fired at the weaker joints of its legs, and a high concentration of high explosive fire to the small segments of the tail to break through the arm and destroy the joints. Thomas blinked wondering where the attitude came from. Unless someone pointed out he'd spoken out loud the blond wouldn't realize it. Obviously if he knew he was going to say something dumb he wouldn't say it. Part of a life spent with tutors and trainers, sometimes Thomas spoke without thinking, or what he was thinking. Most Hunters had verbal tics and so no one had bothered to correct his minor transgressions. Then again his trainers, maids, butlers etc had also been paid rather well and knew the boy meant no harm.The Abaddonus heir wasn't super worried, although it wasn't exactly cool to leave him alone with the grim. shifting his grip on Pennance he moved forward and using his semblance to increse the effect slammed the hammer into the creature's pincer, pulping it in half a dozen blows. Finally the others joined in, and he was impressed. Shifting his weapon to it's first gun form, the bottom popped open revealing two mini guns. Which he jammed into it's forehead, and said, "Wonder what's stronger, Grim, or two thousand dust rounds a minute."Soon the massive cross began to whine and the rounds began to fire. The perposefully high caliber rounds slammed into the thick plate. A dozen did nothing, the second dozen caused hairline cracks, the third dozen cause much worse and much more visible cracks, and the next hundred pulped the grim's eyes and brain. He then shifted it back to axe mode, and cut the "brain" in half. He knew grim anatomy was shaky at best. Soon it was dissolving as he turned around and said, "That's how we do it. You all are impressive. I'll be glad to have you on my team. Why exactly did you all jump into the tree at first? I didn't mind the chance to show off a bit, but I figured s Huntresses in training you'd want to up your kill count as quick as possible." how dare you talk so normally like that you idiotic rat... mana started with a somewhat vague accent of German or Russian as well, pointing her cannon and deciding to fire a few rounds near him to show him his mistake as Izumi stuck her tongue out still keeping her annoyed pissed off face at him just watching with aya just quietly waiting not really having much as she didn t have to do all the work of showing the same aggressiveness that the other two had mostly more of still. They all really didn t talk much at all to him as they soon headed off back to the academy leaving him behind as another punishment. Thomas blinked, before jerking his Penance around, twisting the grip it seemed to shrink back to it's traveling form. He used it to bat away the energy round. Looking at her he said, "Dangerous! Dangerous! Must be on her time of the month."He then smiled, "How does your gun work, it's awesome, does it fire dust particles, or use a micro dust motor to make the energy? Those balsts of yours would have been dangerous if Penance was designed to ace as a shield as well."The blue eyed heir then paled, "Did you say Rat? Where! Shoot it, I don't want to get herpes!"He then took off running like the devil himself was chasing him. He spoke outloud although like with his first comment he wouldn't realize it, "Mama Maid always said Rats lived in forests. That they'd eat children's eyes and fingers if you touched them, and infect you with nasty nasty diseases. I don't want to risk that!"Anyone paying attention would notice he seemed to look down and to the right before speaking what were obviously thoughts. Mana simply rolled her eyes as the three just decided to go back to the academy at least and stay in the library at least for a while to relax and not really do anything else for a bit before it would be time where they had to go eventually. Followed after them a bit bored, but not in any real hurry. He honestly felt a bit distracted he'd hoped his clasmates would be nice and friendly yet one of them seemed not to give enough of a damn to speak, one seemed sort of mean, and the other didn't seem very social. He wondered if the team name would be anti social. The idea made him chuckle a bit. The girls mostly did their own thing still, either sitting with their phones or just going around to explore around the place a bit for the moment before going back and sitting down again seeing that nothing seemed fun to really be happening right now than mostly boring introductions. Soon they were all called up onto the stage by the head master. He declared Thomas and Mana to be partners, as well as Izumi and Aya, declaring them Team T.I.A.M.. He made Thomas the leader, and had soon assigned the quarter a room in the students living quarters. Thomas had changed out of his combat gear, and was now wearing a custom fit three piece suit the slacks and jacket a dark blue the vest a more sky blue. He was wearing a classic fedora as he said, to the girls, "First of all I'm sorry for whatever I did to offend you in the forest. Sometimes I speak what I think, or think what I speak. It's a habit my family has always said I've had. Just let me know if I say anything inappropriate." psshh sounds dumb when you said it especially the first part... seeing as mana was very much annoyed and pissed off, you better watch yourself or you will see worse than those monsters... giving him that stone cold threat of being a total idiot she wouldn t be afraid to probably even knock him out and leave him wherever then.The other two girls mostly got their own things together at least as Izumi laid on her bed boredly with her pink shirt and her jacket to the side now as she wasn t really one to yell than show off she was pissed or ignoring someone since it was too much work than doing the last two things. Aya sat on her bed, you seriously better watch it I swear.... taking the bows out and letting her hair fall before turning to sit and look out the window. Thomas shrugged, "I can't help it. It's like an involuntary tic. I've been raised to fight grim since I can remember, and I always had teachers asking me questions. "How would you defeat a beowolf if it's got it's teeth around your arm", "You're infront of a group of civilians and an Ursa is charging you, what do you do.", so I got in the habit of thinking out loud since they loved to question me during spars. If I took to long to answer, or answered wrong they'd increase the difficulty. Broken or cracked bones suck even with Aura to heal them."The blond shrugged, "As a down side, now a days sometimes I think outloud even if I shouldn't. I didn't know I was doing it until a friend pointed out how talking about his mother bum was a bit messed up. I've tried to stop myself, but since I don't know necessarily when I do it it's harder then you'd think."He looked around the room, "We should totally do like the "Name, weapon of choice, weapons name, hobbies, likes, and dislikes" thing. After all, we're basically going to be friends with each other the next four years minimum, and most Hunters and Huntresses stay with their team for their entire careers." His head shifted slightly to the right, "Until they inevitably get overwhelmed and start losing members to grim. Man I hope that doesn't happen for a long time, getting torn into chunks by grim sounds really unpleasant. Best make friends with these three so we can make the grim die instead." Mana simply got up and started for the door, you don t socialize much do you... turning to leave for a little and probably explore in general with the rest of the school not wanting to deal with that idiot.Aya didn t really wanna say much and would rather just ignore him at least to cool down which would be a smart thing for him to even try to do for now seeing of course that it was mostly him pulling something dumb like that as Izumi laid back, why are you even talking about stuff like that? I m seriously just confused right now... Thomas rolled his eyes, "No, not really, I was raised on the Abaddonus estate. My tutors always said combat skills were more important then social skills. My etiquette teachers made sure to teach me how to interact with women and men of equal standing to me, but you all aren't."He blinked saying, "Ok, that sounded bad. What I meant to say is, rich people are arrogant cunts, who will lie, cheat, manipulate and humiliate each other. If I treat you like them, then first grim attack I'd break your legs and cover your in barbecue sauce. I want to be partners, to be friends who bleed together and who are happy together which means I can't use my fancy mask with you."The blue eyed Hunter looked at them, "As for being dumb, no you arrogant twats, I'm trying to open up a repertoire so we can compare things. I'm trying to open up a dialogue with my team but if you cunts are too good for that then you can go fuck yourselves. I'm going to the gym."The teenager turned and left the room slamming the door in his anger. He was pissed off that every branch he tried to grow was cut down by their unfeeling emotional barbs. Why the fuck should he care, if they just wanted to only work together for assignments then that was their business. Realizing he needed to calm down he headed towards the gym, changing into cargo pants he revealed his torso, dozens of crossing scars standing out on pale muscular flesh. Built like a swimmer, but with a bit more bulk. Pulling out his scroll he began to play "Eye of the Tiger" as he put the earbud into his ear. He let his mind slide into his mantra, "Abaddonus are the best, better then the rest!"Two hours later the P.A. system would ding and announce, "A reminder to all students, lights out will occur in one hours. Any students found outside of their dorm rooms they and their entire team will recieve a week's detention for the first offense. That is all."Thomas still hadn't returned to the room. The two girls rolled their eyes again, seeing that just as quickly as he changed to a different person he went back to the stupid total prick of the group, god and there he goes again, jeez the ones choosing the leaders are seriously stupid.... as Izumi explained already getting tired of the dumb school with Aya just looking with a small nod before she stretched and looked out for a bit still. Mana was at the library, walking down and seeing how huge it was almost like more a museum than anything really she had seen being the first time having to stay in a place like and the new experience for herself. For a while at least she just relaxed sitting with her phone before going outside to look around before stopping and hearing a buzzing before the PA was on.Lightly running back, she opened the door as the two looked over, seeing that the idiot wasn t back yet, well since I can mostly deal with him I ll do it.... as the girl turned to walk out again and try to find him seeing as he probably wouldn t be in the cafeteria or the library and guessing they would have a training room she would try there then. Thomas had worked up a heavy sweat at this point, his muscles visibly soaked with sweat as he moved around four dueling robots. Each armed with a thick wooden sword. Two others were firing arrows at him obviously some sort of stun or electric arrows instead of deadly ones. The sharp"Clack!" "Clack!" "Clack!"of wood on wood echoed. Suddenly however, Thomas would close his eyes and drop his blade, letting one of the wooden blades come down HARD, the wet popping sound mixed with dry wood snapping filled the room as the wood visibly broke his left arm. However, literally before her eyes a crimson glow would surround the wound, and in the space of a blink or two fix it.Aura was amazing at healing, protecting, and toughening up the body. But most barely used it these days since to train it to heal well, it required a sacrifice. You had to get wounded, repeatedly, for your aura to learn how to heal the wounds. The first time you broke your knuckles, aura would heal them in a week or two instead of a month. Second time, half the previous time. Over and over true hunters would get messed up, and thus their aura adapted. Having bones broken during training, muscles torn, heavy bruises, it was a way to guarantee you could fight longer in the field. It just required a sort of willingness to put up with the agony, which while aura did help with, it took a few seconds to kick in. A second boken came down without mercy on the left side of his clavicle, snapping it like a chicken bone. Again it glowed crimson. It also burned alot of Aura. The bar on the wall showed Thomas had used a few hundred of the "Jewels" they used to measure Aura with both healings. He thrust out his right hand as a spiraling orb of crimson energy formed, he called out eyes opening and sharpening, "AURA BULLET RIFLE!"The Aura counter dropped another hundred as the crimson orb struck the training robot in the chest and drilled shot forward lifting the several hundred pound training droid off of the ground and sending it skidding twenty feet through the air where it impacted on the edge of the ring. The two "Sniper" robots and the other three attackers went to strike at one time, too many attacks, too many angles, only for Thomas to call out, "AURA REPEL 100 "The crimson glow surrounded him and seemed to explode outwards, his aura bar dropping from a quarter or so full to zero. That being said the violent "Explosion" of Aura had send both arrows and the three robots flying. It wasn't really an explosion, a sharp eye would see he'd just suddenly pushed his aura out in a 360 degree wave has and hard enough to make the physical forces react. The Abaddonus heir dropped to his knees, his left hand on the ground to steady himself as he panted. One of the "Sniper" robots fired an arrow at him. No aura, his eyes snapped open and he just managed to grab the shaft calling out, "Training bots, pause combat drills designation Abaddonus 1."The robots which had been getting up and the snipers suddenly tilted down going off line as Thomas rolled onto his back taking gulps of air. As he stood up sharp eyes might notice weights on his arms, legs and torso, specially made Hunter training told that you could channel aura into to increase the weight of them. The fact dozens of symbols were glowing on them implied they had to be really heavy. Mana looked around before stumbling mostly randomly into one of the training rooms they had, slowly opening with the click clack of her heels against the smooth but also equally rough floor beneath her looking around to hear noises in one of the rooms and finally see him there as she crossed her arms looking over at him, what are you even doing? She called out, didn t you hear the PA jeez I had to come all the way here to come and get you. We ll have time for that later or something, just hurry up and let s go... looking around and wondering what her boring crazy life would be like putting herself in danger like this with learning how to fight those monsters and other things. Thomas continued to listen to his music his scroll blaring Nickelback, he dropped and began to do push ups and pull ups. Blinking as he spotted Mana he removed one of the ear buds from his ear and looked at her, "What? What's up?"He continued to do push ups, all the way up clap his hand together, then catch himself and go down, rinse and repeat. His eyes never leaving Mana. jeez....everyone needs to get back to the room, well the whole school with the students. Explaining as mana leaned back crossing and looking back at him, come on and hurry up...pshhh though kinda hope that tomorrow or something maybe most of us can get some better action with those monsters or something... Thomas nodded a bit as he said, "I strongly doubt it. We're first year students to them. Most Hunter Academies barely teach the most basic Aura tricks, and some people don't even know what their Semblances are yet. I'm a but surprised you aren't surprised by my Aura bullet. It's a high level technique that's mostly been forgotten since dust bullets are easier and less wasteful. Alot of useful Aura tricks have been forgotten or left behind. Now a days people just use it to barely increase healing, make them tougher, and general enhancement. It's really wasteful."He leaned back and winced his back popping as he said, "Lead on Mercutio, I put my shirt in my locker, but I should have a towel in the room and I can shower there." And why are you telling me about something I have no interest in? Just get back to the room, I m not waiting for you, should know where it is... seeing that she did what she had to do so she could leave then and go back. Thomas looked at her, "Because I'm your captain and my job is to make sure next time any of you four cross a grim you rip it into pieces, and serve it up deep fried."He looked at her eyes saying, "I'm trying to bury the hachet here, so could you please stop being arrogant and flighty. I don't know if you're doing it on purpose, but it comes across that way. I'm your team leader, that means I decide your training program, your meal regime, etc for the next four year. Can we please try to get along. Otherwise we'll both spend the next four years making eachother miserable and given we'll eat, sleep, bathe, and study together I'd rather avoid the mutual destruction ok?"Thomas looked at her and offered her his hand. He wondered which she'd choose, friendship or war. ugh you weirdo.... finding the idea odd as hell and logically impossible as well, rolling her eyes as at least she made to the door and opening it. maybe if you admit to them and me in a more convincing way that your a reckless ass trying to fix yourself with the things you said earlier then maybe....I m going back then, you better hurry.... soon leaving and walking out back to room as izumi had changed into shorts and a different shirt mostly sleeping for a bit as aya did the same mostly but with her phone. Thomas rolled his eyes, but smirked as he activated his Semblance. He beat her to the room with a smirk on his face, although the other two would hear the room door and bathroom door slam open and closed. A few minutes after Mana arrived he'd step out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of dark blue silk boxers. Revealing his horrific scars to his team. Most with aura a small scar was considered rare unless your body was pushed to it's limits.Looking at his team mates he spoke easily, "Mana, earlier you were both right and wrong. You said I needed to "maybe if you admit to them and me in a more convincing way that your a reckless ass trying to fix yourself with the things you said earlier then maybe....I m going back then, you better hurry.... " I'm not sure what you mean. But the simple truth is I'm not reckless. I am an Abaddon. I was raised on my family compound. While you were born presumably between love, I was bred from genetic material selected from some of the best Hunters on the planet. Skills, intelligence, Strength, Aura Strength, and Semblance were all considered and weighed, my mother was approached by my father for the project. She was the last of a long line of hunters as well. While you attended a normal school I was being trained to recognize and kill grim. While you were being given wooden blocks, I was being given knives and lessons in languages. When you were learning to walk, I was being taught martial arts, admittedly at a beginners level, and expected to do physical conditioning exercises. When you were taught to be social, I was being told how to manipulate my aura to choke a sentient creature."He looked at them, "In the old religon, Abaddon was the name of the King above all kings, a demon feared by all. My family has taken that name, that belief and held onto it. We strove to be the ones that Grim feared. We paid for our hubris. At one point their were 100 Abaddons, if you figured in branch family members, support members, etc. Now I am the last, the last king standing before an army. I've seen them, I've felt their aura of oppressive hate. My first grim kill was an ancient Beowolf, that killed my mother infront of me when I was five years old. I activated my semblance in my rage at the creature and killed the beast by crushing it's upper body into nothing."He shrugged a bit, "I have social issues, I have issues talking to people. I am not normal. But at the end of the day, I am very good at killing things. You need to be good at killing things to be a hunter. Not just Grim, you'll realize it soon enough, your spars won't be against Grim, but other students. Hunters are judge, jury, and executioner out in some of the smaller settlements. Remember Grim are drawn to negative energy. What do you think would happen if a rapist or a murderer was preying on a small settlement? Even if one was caught, imagine what the negative feelings of a lynch mob would draw."Blue eyes ran over them as he said, "Sometimes I'm likely to say something that's socially retarded. Let me know. If I say something insulting let me know. I'm never going to hurt you for letting me know if I'm doing something badly. I never want to hurt your feelings or make you feel bad. But I also expect atleast a bit of respect because I have earned some. 100 plus combat tournaments won, actual Grim killed and not just in a school like setting. I know what you need to do to survive this life style you all chose. I was literally born into it. I'll try to get better at the social thing since that's part of why I'm at beacon to begin with."He looked at them, "So, team T.I.A.M., heh just got it, anyway, we ready to kick some ass? I'm going to get start on breakfast I suggest unless anyone has any allergies I need to know about you guy prepare for bed. Lights out is at 10 P.M., I've got my alarm set for 4 A.M., classes start at 7 A.M., we'll be going through my morning work out from 4:30 to 5:30, then shower and get ready for the day from and get real breakfast from the cafeteria, and arrive at class 30 to 15 minutes early. I'm waiting to work on our after class schedule until I see how much home work we have. I'd like us to work on it together the first week, see if we are all keeping up ok. See where we are individually strong and weak. I'm thinking two hours of physical training a night one to work on aura and aura manipulation, the other just physical enhancement, alternating stuff. Then free time, although I'd like to schedule group activities 3 days a week if you have ideas let me know if can be anything, I don't mind paying and at the end of the day reading one of Mana's favorite books, or seeing a movie I like might not be something everyone enjoys, but it's worth a shot. I figure two days a week of "Alone time" will be good, it won't be enforced or anything if you want to just hang out in the room or make plans with your partner or something, I can tell Mana likes time to herself, and I know everyone sometimes wants to get away. Keep in mind these are just rough ideas so far, as time passes I'll add more details to them and I am open to advice and comments. I'm not going to force you to do something you hate if you can give me a reason why it doesn't help you."He then turned and headed for the small kitchenette, listening for comments or crituies, as he began to mix up a potent mix of honey, granola, almonds, peanuts and chocolate chips. It was one part trail mix, one part granola bar. It was a massive amount of pure healthy stuff to serve as a sort of early breakfast snack before the morning work out. He spoke then, "Oh and if anyone wants a specific drink in the mornings to help them wake up, let me know. Right now we've got some te, and Mountain Dew I think, but that's it. I'll handle cost for the room, so long as it doesn't get crazy. That reminds me, any of you know how to cook over a fire?" The girls soon got relaxed at least as mana stepped in looking over to see that he was already there. well I wanted you in the room and I did it so I don t care about the method... crossing her arms and walking past him before going to her own little side of the room, sitting on her bed with a stretch before slowly laying down on it to finally relax and take some stress off from the stupidity he had today like anything. I meant you were being a jerk above everything. You called us stupid for splitting up to cover more ground faster?! Who the hell wouldn t be smart enough not to do that, of course besides the risk of injury and communication but still! Lashing out again not afraid to use their anger as fuel to strengthen hers. Of course at least until he started his little story weirdly but surprisingly all of them looking to listen at least. Before mana was about to speak up to answer his question before looking to side seeing as that there was an impossible answer than easy one of going there and of course doing the right thing but with that simple fact of grim being there as well made even something so simple to fight for that much harder to understand. then at least your giving me permission to smack you if something goes wrong... as she smirked then couldn t help but chuckle then a small laugh finally escaping the girl as the others couldn t help but laugh as this time izumi spoke up, well your oddly the most aggressive one so anyway wouldn t mind if you do that, but don t you forget... a light chuckling escaping the girl as well before mana turned to reply, fine jeez.... Finally it seems that a good start of change started to slowly appear among the faces of the members among the room before they looked over as he talked again with the three casually getting more comfortable around the room and the beds as well. well I guess I didn t realize how some people have rough but still others rougher childhood though, guess I do hide behind my anger too much then of course since it s easy to mostly lash out at someone you don t know not having to worry about the consequences much until bad things happen.... mana shook her head trying to force herself to be a bit easier and calmer around other people as Aya spoke up finally with her own opinion as well with the girls turning to her again. yes but as a team we learn together, it s just the beginning, we will eventually learn each other s faults and build ourselves stronger than who we were when we first came here. We still don t trust each other much and still not for a long while at all but that s why people like us exist...we grow strong against each other but more importantly with each other.... giving a small speech of understanding that she wasn t aware of herself though truthfully just stating an opinion and her feeling that she needed to let out at least even if it would be to her own team.The three soon turned back to him as he spoke, well at least I m not having to plan anything and I m lazy so I m good with it though, I m not really good at waking up that early at least for a while so I need help... Izumi replying as one of her early weaknesses. well probably mostly all of us probably until we get better at it, wish classes started later than that...well I guess I m gonna say rather have some soda for all of us with sugar and stuff than anything as Aya stuck her tongue out with mana giving a shrug but seeing that it was her too. Seeing as with no mention of their opinion to his weekly plan they would mostly be ok with it for now. you mean an open fire like a campfire thing? Izumi looked over at him with a really? Expression on her face though probably not minding anyway depending on what he meant on that of course. Thomas nodded a bit, "I probably should have clarified. I saw Beowolves in the forest. I don't know how much you know about them, but they are pack hunters. In general if you see one Beowolf, assume their are five more in the shadows. Imagine for a minute if you all had spread out and a Beowolf had managed to wound your leg. You'd scream, and the rest of us would be drawn into an ambush. Beowolves have done it before, it's one reason why Beacon keeps them in the forest, they are one of the more intelligent Grim as far as age goes."The blond ran a hand through his hair, "I once dealt with an ancient Beowolf, that was smart enough to use harrying tactics. Meaning every 10 to 12 hours, he'd have a force of Nevermores and Beowolves charge a settlement, they'd move in, maybe hit the defenders, then pull back. Their were 6 Hunters in the settlement at the time. The thing was, the numbers were so intense, every time they charged, all the hunters had to react. If they didn't the Grim would push on. They did this for weeks, until the Hunters were beyond exhausted, and had used up most of their stores. They then waited until the Hunters had to split up, some went hunting, and they attacked in mass using already found weaknesses in the defenses. They then targeted the Hunters."He looked at Mana, "That was the day my mother died. I learned the Grim may not be intelligent, but they are crafy and cruel. Ever since then I've always assumed they are smarter then they appear. If I'm wrong, it takes a bit longer to do what I need to. If I'm right, it might be the different between a a death sentence and an almost death sentence. I should have been more specific, but I forgot most consider the Grim too dumb for such tactics, and to be fair most in the forest probably are."Unsaid was the"But if it involved us coming back alive, is it really paranoia?"Thomas chuckled a bit, "Oh yeah, I know I'm not perfect. Honestly being too paranoid is also a slight problem of mine. As we grow together and stronger I'm hoping such issues will relax a bit. I don't know your strengths, or weaknesses, and I really didn't in the forest. So I was assuming you were D graded hunter school students. Better to assume lower skills in fight for your life. I can tell you aren't now, but I can't tell your exact levels."Thomas couldn't help but tease, "Oh, but I should mention, if I screw up I get a smack to the head, but you ladies screw up you get a spanking."He kept a straight face for a bit before laughing a bit at their expressions. A light dusting of a blush on his own face.The blond shrugged, "I don't consider my childhood rough. I was loved, fed, cared for. I just was chosen and chose rough life. Does a boxer hate a coach that believes in them and pushes them to their limits to make them better? Sure it wasn't the best childhood, but it wasn't like I was abused or anything. As for your anger I get it sort of. Easier to blame others then yourself?"He nodded to Aya, "Well said. And sort of a good point. We're still strangers, which to be fair is why I suggested my game earlier. Getting to know people is hard, so I figured a slightly goofy game would be a decent ice breaker considering I don't even know any of your last names."The crimson Aura wielder nodded to Izumi, "I figured all of you would. Honestly it will be rough on me as well. But well at the end of the day, being a Hunter is a shitty job. Sure combat classes are important, but the difference between the elite and the dead is who can still run after a day long hike in a desert, or a long slog through a swamp. Physical conditioning matters in pretty much everything. The faster you are, the faster you can fight, the faster you can run, the longer you can fight, etc. Even if it sucks alot pushing forward. Mornings will be for general stuff, I'm thinking swimming and running. Afternoons will be more specific stuff, arm day, leg day, core day, etc. Aura will also help a night's sleep and you'll be able to go again. Also, just so you know, once your body and aura increase a bit, you'll find you have more energy and need to sleep less. Obviously if you go without sleep for like a week it will still effect you. But Eight hours will become 7, then 5, etc. Most pro hunters can function one 1 to 3 hours of sleep a night for a week. Obviously they are adults but it's something to keep in mind."Thomas smirked and nodded, "An open fire, and basic skillet or griddle. See, Hunter Academies and even Hunter Schools like this tend to focus on the grim heavy subjects. That's fine, but well, Mana, if you had a weeks worth of supplies and were hunting a grim in a forest, only it was wily and managed to evade you for a week, could you hunt your own food, or survive on the local flora and fauna? Aya, do you know the difference between poisonous flowers and edible ones? How to purify water? These are skills a true Hunter or Huntress needs that we're sort of left to our own to learn. Supposedly every quarter test has questions about general Hunter or Huntress skills not taught in class, since while Beacon exists to train Hunters, being a Hunter is a dozen different things. Grim killers, jury and judge, scavenger, relic hunter, heck even carpentry and plumbing. If a settlement you're in suffers a grim attack, you're expected to help them recover from it, even if that means helping fortify a wall, or repair a ruptured water line. That's why Hunters and Huntresses are so revered. Heck, one time I delivered a baby in a settlement a few months out, when I was 10 years old. The local doctor lost his arm in a Grim attack a few days previous and was out cold on pain medication. I was the closest thing to a doctor in the town of half a dozen. The other women had been evacuated, but she couldn't be because flight wasn't safe for a woman that far along. Luckily it was an easy birth. Of course Hunters and Huntresses aren't expected to know and master EVERY skill. But know enough to handle an emergency situation. Field medicine is also a good thing to cover unless you gals did in your Hunter schools?" and there you go back to a doubtful idiot.... as mana spoke up again with a tired sigh not really liking about hearing his bullshit so much like that. there s a reason we got damn accepted here and I swear if you even try that then you ll know what I ll do.... going back to the threat but a mostly reasonable one than outright aggression. well I mean basic basic basic stuff that s mostly logic that s not dangerous with the wrong choice like fire in terms of just being careful in general and water is easy, you take the water in something metal or something that isn t gonna burn and just let it boil... shrugging with a yawn as she laid down pulling the blanket up. well duh that s what your supposed to do, you fight the grim to protect people and not just for fun and yeah all the other stuff but then it s like why would you ask an obvious question like that.... seeing that Izumi didn t really get the point much than talking about his own story. well me, yeah learned the basics of plant medicine certain plants and stuff that can be used like bandages if you cover a wound over them or mixed in with other stuff, though I m not an expert at all in that stuff.... Aya replies next laying on her side on the bed with a sigh. well we have the school to train so whatever then... deciding to leave it with that as the other would too anyway. Thomas shrugged, "You three forget that different Hunters and or Huntress academies teach different things. Each one is made by a village or town or city, and Beacon takes only your grades from the school into account. This is one reason why we have teams. I've seen the syllabus for some and it was four hours a day basic physical combat, and exercises, and four hours a day basic math, English, reading etc. If you come from a smaller village odds are you wouldn't have had supplementary lessons."He looked at them, "Hell, why do you think only 4 to 8 teams are likely to graduate Beacon? We had 800 students at the entrance test, and it cut down to what 400 or 200 just with the chess piece test? Each of those students was considered an elite in their training school. Just taking the entrance test is considered something of an honor. I'm not assuming you're stupid or anything, but if you were never taught something I need to help you fill in the gap in your education. Just like you guys are going to help me fill in the social gap in my education."He smiled at Aya, "You're not wrong, but you can also use your aura to draw the impurities our of the water, and even with control do so in your mouth. It's one way pro hunters avoid poison. I knew a Hunter once who could actually make alchol into pure water to avoid getting drunk, but that level of control was insane. I'm still not sure if he was honest or lying." well don t even worry about that for now anyway, we probably should have most of those in this school then, just not that heavily taught but still. Aya responding softly as mana started again well whatever.... not caring much for now about it as Aya spoke again, that doesn t even make sense, the aura would have to make it go somewhere or something unless he makes the aura disappear or something.... giving a sigh as all the girls eventually showered as went back to bed again to relax for a bit before sleeping. Thomas nodded, "Yeah, it doesn't just purify the water. Aura is an energy made by the body, exactly what it is is sort of vague. But you can use it with the precision of a laser so long as you have the proper control. That's sort of what Aura Bullets are after all, aura gathered into a tight form and then fired to either explode or pierce a target. With focus you can use your aura sort of like a net fill a container with it and pull out the pollutants. It actually is the first form of the Aura Choke or Aura Grasp ability. A higher level technique but based on the same concept is Aura Purge which you use your aura to clean out a wound to prevent infection."He decided to show off a bit and closed his eyes. Suddenly a super thin string of just visible crimson aura would shoot from his finger and wrap around the plastic wrap he'd pulled out of his bag. He then turned his wrist and yanked it towards him, the aura strange shrank like pulled rope and the plstic wrap flew through the room towards him. Nodding he said, "Aura Bind, or Grasp are extremely useful for stopping someone, you in essence project your aura and either bind them in "ropes" or aura, or wrap them up and pull them towards you. Unfortunately I'm not sure how useful they will be here."He began to cut the trail mix into bars as he said, "See, Aura tends to clash with Aura in conflicts. But the farther outside of your body aura is, the weaker is becomes. I've got a maximum range of 50 feet if I focus everything I have on it. But from about 40 feet out, my aura has about the same binding strength as a spider's web. That being said, Aura versus Aura fights as as much about will power and belief as control. If I tried to bind say Mana, and I was holding the aura rope, if she had more Aura, a stronger need to get free, or a stronger will power, she'd be able to break free. Sooner or later she would anyway since one second of my focus changes, she'd be able to apply her will and break free. It would be a constant contest of wills. Of course I've been trained to use Aura binding etc, and I don't know if she's been trained to break them. Although really it doesn't matter aura tends to react to what you want."He shook his head a bit, "Long story slightly less long, the farther outside of your body you're conjuring aura, the weaker it becomes. When comparing that to say grabbing someone, the farther away they are the harder it is to begin with. But the technique was meant more for Grim and people like bandits who have no Aura. That's why when spars come around I don't just use Aura choke on my enemies and knock them out. Their own aura would counter if not break the worst of the effects, and the focus required would leave me open." It was mostly hard for them to really pay attention anymore as they all mostly past out with of course aya being the more obvious and easiest as she was very much sleeping along with the others just setting up for tomorrow not really feeling like talking at all anymore as they both did the same with a small shrug from izumi before they all now started to sleep with him alone. Thomas shrugged a bit, after making the trail mix bars, he popped them into the fridge. They would harden up a he then made sure all the lights were off and crashed his silk sheets like always felt good.Six and a half hours later he woke up a bit groggy. Moving to the bars, he microwaved some chocolate, before coating the bars in it. He then put them in the freezer in five to ten minute the chocolate would be hard, but the bars not so hard they were hard to eat. Leaving the chocolate to set, he headed for the bathroom, not being particularly quite, but not being loud either. After a shower, he'd move naked through the main room, having forgotten to get his clothes ready before hand. Quickly he pulled on a pair of boxers, basketball style shorts, and a sky blue wife beater. Fresh clean socks, and a pair of Nike shoes finished off the outfit.Grabbing one of the bars, he would pour his room mates each of glass of soda, and then if they were still asleep gently move about the room shaking them awake. Fighting the urge to use static shocks or water since it was the first morning. Mana was heavily curled up in her sleep with her blanket covering up full even up to only show the upper half of her face and hair, slowly turning as she felt her body shaken and curling up a bit more still.Aya had her normal sleeping position before turning the side as well and hugging a pillow before moving her face under it until she was shaken before softly giving a yawn and slowly sitting up in her bed with another, rubbing her eyes as her body swayed side to side mostly because in the mornings she felt like a slow zombie rising up from bed but at least awake before shuffling into the bathroom before getting out and taking clothes back to the bathroom and finally locking the door to shower.Izumi soon wake as well with a yawn though of course being one of the lazy ones she would decide to stay in bed for as long as she could, having the probably not that strange but strange to her ability of being able to hear people talk and noises even when she was really asleep, having to be completely knocked out or very tired or just lucky most of the time that she couldnt hear anything. Eventually though they all very slowly woke up and took turns in the shower before they were all ready to go, still looking more like zombies with all their sleepy faces but given time in the morning they would slowly wake up at least and be a lot better and active for the day. Thomas smiled and offered each of them five of the chocolate coated bars saying, "Down the hatch ladies. These are basically to start your body burning calories. They are granola, mixed with chocolate chips, pecans, peanuts, and walnuts, and coated in chocolate. They may seem a bit fatty, but remember we're going to work out, and your aura burns calories."He also gave each a glass of soda and a smoothie saying, "Protein powder, and some other healthy odds and ends, mixed with pineapple, apple, grapes, and banannas to make a fruity shake. Again it gets your body going and ready to burn calories. Fruit is naturally sugary so provides a good balance and the various powders are all hunter approved and mostly tasteless. If you want more breakfast bars that's fine, I made 30, I'm going to wrap the rest up and keep them in my bag. If you want to eats one between classes let me know. One of my training ideas could be exhausting. I'll explain it in better detail later."He popped his knuckles and began to eat. He added, "Oh and remember we'll be eating real breakfast later. This is to help your body fight off sleep and get in the right "Mind frame" for exercise."He'd been walking as he spoke, soon they were at the pool. Nodding he said, "How many is the max push ups, pull ups, and sit ups each of you can do before you absolutely can't do any more in the proper form?"Thomas reached into the bag he'd brought, and pulled out a thin cotton looking vest, as well as arm guards, and ankle to knee guards, tightening them he said, "Oh and have any of you ever done weight training before?" who the hell do you think we are? Fitness buffs at the gym? And I know of course exercise is needed but still.... Izumi being the first to complain again as they all very slowly but eventually woke up with the soda and the bars as they all skipped the smoothies anyway before slowly stretching with a yawn. I bet we all suck at these.... Izumi continued as Aya spoke up this time. I don t do morning running but I m good at running exercises in general, I ve been able to do a mile in five minutes at least, used to suck a lot at it but still.... shrugging at the better solution than doing something none of them could do as mana was quiet and let them solve it then. would rather do weapon stuff of course since that s what it s mostly about, even bet probably though three of us would want to show a bit at least and besides it s probably more hard work that won t do much than studying. I know why you wanna do it in the first place but maybe later or something, think of something else with it... seeming they already had that fighting drive to improve that area for all of them the most than anything. Thomas nodded as he said, "The thing to remember, is that you ARE a weapon. Your body is your first weapon. I can probably beat all three of you in a fight with your weapons without one. That's not bragging, but the simple truth. At the end of the day a sword is a piece of metal that's been sharpened, if someone is strong enough to grab the sides, they can kick you around like a child. Even projectiles don't work on me because of my Semblance."Looking at them he said, "I'm not being arrogant. I understand why weapons are more fun. But the longer you can run, the more weight you can lift, the more exercises you can do, the better your stamina. The longer you can fight with your weapon. You saw me in the forest, I only used my Hunter's Weapon against a grim that was B Level. Even then it was more due to wanting to end it quickly."He rubbed his chin saying, "That being said, since you all agree you want weapons training, I'll add it to the physical training in the afternoons. Maybe some marksman stuff as well. I said I'd pay for training, but well dust rounds aren't cheap. Especially since two of us use Gatling gun type weapons."The Abadonus heir knew he was being a bit stingy, but dust rounds of decent quality cost between 100 and 500 lien each. A minute's fire from a Gatling gun was a 1000 rounds, that meant between 10,000 to 50,000 Lien. Add in it wasn't uncommon to blow a million rounds from a Gatling gun, and that was alot of cash. Looking at his team mates he said, "As for weight training, I didn't mean like dead lifting weight, luckily I brought spares."He pulled out a vest arm and leg weights, in blue, black, pink, and yellow. Looking at them he said, "Pick out ones for your arms, legs and torso. Currently they have 20 pounds worth of weight in them. Mana I think you could probably take fifty fairly easily, but we'll go slow since this is the beginning. Now, I want each of you to do 100 push ups, sit ups, and 50 times up and down the bleachers as a warm up. Ideally without aura if you can. I need a baseline to figure out where you are. Ideally this would be a warm up. A good warm up is about a quarter to half of your Maximum, and a good cool down is a quarter of it."The Bleachers around the pool were maybe 50 feet tall, so while 50 times up and down would be annoying it wasn't anything super human. Thomas himself dropped to his stomach, and blinked, "Oh, almost forgot to turn my weights on. These are different, I channel Aura into them more aura, the more weight."He closed his eyes and suddenly the vest and arms began to glow. His muscles visibly tensed as he groaned a bit popping his neck. He nodded as he said, "I use around 500 pounds bit pathetic I know, most true Hunters can handle one thousand or more, but I don't want to push since we have classes later."He then began doing what looked like the worst sort of push ups. Unlike the girls who he'd suggest just normal push ups, he curled his legs then went up onto thei toes, doing a push up with both arms, then a second push up with both arms, pushing up to clap his hands together, then catching himself with his left arm he did one push up, pushing up he switched arms doing one with just his left arm his right behind his back. Then push off of the ground, and do a push up with just his arms touching the ground. Then again his left arm would go behind his back, and just his right arm would move up and down, then he'd switch and just his left arm, then both arms again, before he'd allow himself to drop and do another classic push up, only then counting "One".He was demanding physically, but it was obvious he wasn't trying to force them to keep up with him. Honestly he was wondering how they could have graduated a Hunter Academy without demanding physical work. That was what he figured most academies focused on, preparing your body for the rigors of being a Hunter. Mana looked over at him, if your talking about me, it s actually based on heavy anti tank type turrets and shells, so slow firing heavy impact high explosive shells. Explaining her difference thinking about seeing that she had even a heavier weapon from even izumis. whatever.... soon walking off and stretching as they all decided then to go the track and work on their speed for a little while before deciding on the bleacher and working on their jumping ability as they all ran before trying to jump and skip every other row before reaching the top and doing the same as doing this would help sharpen their dodge power and overall speed at least amen especially their breathing. They all seemed equally matched with Aya and mana keeping up with each other during the laps and Izumi falling behind though not by much compared to them a with their practice on the bleachers being that they all struggled at different times either going too fast at times or not using a different foot though they weren t bad at all much at least. Thomas spoke easily, "You guys should listen when I talk about physical stuff. Their's a reason why I didn't take us to a track and instead to the pool."He gestured towards the water, Air isn't very dense, so running uses only legs, thighs, and core muscles. Running in water however uses your whole body to work out. Plus it can help your body learn to adjust to forces pressing on your chest. Now for the real work out, I want each of you to swim 100 laps around pool, alternating running around it every other lap."The pool wasn't super deep so it wouldn't be too hard to run and swim it. The sheer number was kind of alot though. He made a note to double their warm up exercises the next day. A good warm up should be right in the sweet spot between a good work out, and a bit too much. You should be sweating a bit and breathing heavy but not too much. Once he'd done his thousand laps he pulled himself from the pool saying, "Now, who wants the first Aura exercise of the day?" screw that....ima do it normal then... Izumi rolling her eyes with Aya sighing with a shrug before they all left at least before eventually coming back still having at least a little bit of time as they all got in shivering a bit from the water and just trying to take it in before Aya slowly moved to one side and started her laps for a bit to focus on being able to push herself farther than before with holding her breath as well as being able to find a calmness that let her think as well as have her body naturally react and get into the rhythm of a motion which would be useful for fighting at least.Izumi clung to the wall for a bit before turning and shooting herself underwater before bursting up and quickly swimming to the other side trying to practice more on breathing than anything as well in order to pace herself and not use too much more energy from the running with finally mana mostly taking it slow so she wouldn t use too much energy and recover a bit better. Thomas nodded a bit before saying, "Not bad for a first morning. We can slowly work your girls better. Honestly, you aren't bad, but I was hoping for a bit more."He shook his head, "It's fine, we're here to improve after all. Now, the first aura excersise is something that isn't hard, but is a bit like rubbing your tummy and patting your head at the same time. You see, your Auras are lazy. It's not your fault, but people who unlock aura assume that their aura is already maxed out. To improve your aura you have to train it."Looking at them he said, "So, just to see if you beautiful ladies have been paying attention, I said the farther outside of your body you push your aura the weaker it gets, and the more effort it takes. But right now it's too deep inside of you to protect you. What then is the logical conclusion for a good way to train your aura so it's always active."He smiled at them, having your aura constantly flow under your skin was a major protection. It would reduce the damage from anti aura weapons as well. Not fully manifesting it where it was visible, but just partially. It wasn't really hard, but to keep it between the who phases "Activate" and "Manifested" was a bit of a challenge. He added, "I might teach you another good technique known as "Aura Repel" at lunch if your auras are capable. It exhausts your aura fairly quickly, but a good meal will help you recharge. Heh, anime fans love it." oh shut up.... seeing as mana was basically the conduit to keep him from doing stupid shit but also whenever he said something as well. or you just train with your aura kicking in randomly like that, heard it s just easy like that.... Izumi replies sticking with that and mostly ignoring everything else then. would rather just train normally then mostly, might even go for the robots or something... as mana again started, same might just do that for a while then...and test my natural skill at least, when you train with combat stuff you learn more about yourself besides emotions, skill , strength, or weakness.. Soon all of them getting a towel and bedding back out to the room to shower and change again before they would try to find the cafeteria. Thomas suddenly grabbed Mana and spun her around, grabbing the cross around his neck he pressed it to her neck, to draw a small but noticeable bead of blood. Releasing her he said, "You are now dead, I slit your throat, and you are choking on your own blood. While Izumi and Aya are reacting trying to save you I do the same to them. You've killed your team congratulation."Looking at Mana he said, "Aura is natural, and like any natural thing is has strengths and weaknesses. Their exists minerals that either absorb, or piece aura like it doesn't exist. I know of at least 4 or 5 assassins guilds that use weapons made of it. It's effective but it's like anything else. You neglect training in it, and it will get you killed. Plus your Auras aren't trained, it means you're lazy with it, and it might not react in time. If an opponent was fast enough they could end you before your aura kicked in."He looked at the three of them, "I expect that sometimes I may push you all to hard. That I may sometimes say dumb things. But I WILL NOT be talked down to based on things I know about. If you don't believe me I can try to get the files. Also most drugs work on Hunters the same as anything else if they get into their systems. Haven't you wondered what would happen if you were knocked unconscious in a fight? Life saving surgery would be countered by your aura as well after all. Hunter and Huntress medics use scalpels and syringes made of the material thus why it isn't illegal."Blue eyes moved over them as he said, "Sorry if the lesson was harsh, but you all have been treating this like a game. "We want to skip to train", or "We need to change into bathing suits", because a Grim will let you change before it throws you into a river. I know I'm asking alot of you but."Suddenly, before any of the girls could react a red blue had jumped Thomas, knocking him to the floor. Suddenly she became visible, https: img00.deviantart.net 74af i 2016 178 2 3 high school dxd rias gremory sprite by crossserver da7vhcl.png Camilla Roseleader of team C.R.M.L. the red head had his face in her cleavage, her legs on either side of his torso, and a strangling hug like a python. She spoke in an educated tone, "Oh Tommy Wommie, I was so upset we couldn't be on the same team together. I know those whores who stole you from me won't treat you right. Don't worry, our love shall conquer all and I WILL have your babies!" A surgical voice spoke out, "Camilla, let go of that pig Abaddon, we came here to swim our laps." The tone belonged to Lita Black she was Camilla's partner on team C.R.M.L., and seemed to eye Thomas like she wanted him to burn. Shaking her head she said, "So unworthy of my Camilla chan."Both women were tall for women, lean but muscular, and had massive breasts, Camilla's were E's, while Lita's were DD's. Only obvious because of the barely there string bikinis and thongs both wore. Thomas was turning red in Camilla's cleavage, slowly changing to blue as he was unable to breathe. The red head herself didn't seem to care as she squeezed him like she was a snake and he was her next meal. Mana soon got seriously pissed off but before she could do anything of course the two others showed up as they all stood together and looked over with Aya crossing her arms and Izumi leaning to the side a bit as mana held her gauntlet on her arm being with her cannons as she had fists. god your really dumb to think that we would rely on our aura that much, look who s talking to us like dumb kids who don t know what aura or semblance s are...and not every good hunter uses drugs so shut up already the two pretty much felt the same.Looking up at the girls, well I wish I could say you really could...even probably...do good luck with that, I ll probably rely on you then as a job to keep him under control even...and you know what your actually doing me a favor by making his face turn blue as well if you don t notice the obvious... Pshhh... Izumi remarked not helping but to laugh at the girl with glasses comment about the other girl before Aya looked over at the other girl kinda seeing how much it sucks that she knew him more than them knowing of course they shared mostly an annoying dislike to him to be honest but of course being at the academy she would just decide to mostly change but still try to suck it up at least like the others. jeez I think you even repeated that last comment like five minutes ago well basically everything you ve said right now beside this morning you ve been repeating abbaddon.. finally Aya making a more form comment as none of the girls were scared or opposed much for the moment to the torture she was giving him right now. and if you ever do that again I swear you will feel these high explosive shells face to face... finally giving her threat to him again. well hopefully they don t do that stupid thing with needing everyone again cause otherwise go ahead and play with him....probably gonna change and go for the robots or something... as both Izumi and Aya looked at each other, probably food then.... Suddenly Camilla flew into the air, blinking she turned and landed easily. She raised an eyebrow, "Tommy, why'd you do that?"Thomas stood up and said, "Time to be valiant and RUN AWAY!"He froze however as Lita seemed to appear infront of him, throwing a kick at his head, the axe kick had a glowing heel. Thomas swore and dodged, but it continued on, cutting the concrete as her heel landed. She then turned and mule kicked Thomas in the face. Thomas again ducked, however the kick had alot of power behind it, and was a literal blur it was so quick. Unfortunately, unless she was aware and damn quick, it would slam into Mana's right cheek feeling like a sledge hammer fired from a canon. Luckily though it was an odd sense as she instinctively raised her right arm anyway as it was alreadyseeming to be a fight, already being cautious anyway as soon as the two ran at each other at least with the shield sending her flying back against the wall with her sliding roughly and hitting it a bit hard but still mostly ok. Soon the others would mostly stay far and dodge, eventually even having to dodge back against the open door before eventually turning to go off now and leaving. Thomas joined his team half way back to the room, shaking his head as he said, "Fucking menace. I know they are both elites but did they really have to let those sort in? You three need to be on your guard Camilla is well, she's one of my oldest friends, but she's also a massive bitch. If she thinks you're in her way, well she'll do everything she can to break you. Lita is her top enforcer, and enabler." only if she s annoying as hell but whatever.... Izumi said before making it to the door before mana turned him around and grabs his shirt to lift him up and throw him a few feet back, and I m taking my revenge... glaring before they all turned to go inside to shower and change before heading out leaving the boy on the ground to walk back inside as the last person but being a bit late as the three already started to head off again, having their weapons with them just in case but of course for mana going for the training building not needing to shower long at all of course when it came to swimming. Thomas rolled his eyes, "Why the hell are you all carrying your weapons, you're going to get into trouble. Weapons are supposed to be kept in your lockers until they are needed. This is a school after all. The lockers are loaded on rockets to arrive anywhere with our gear."Thomas blinked as he said, "I'm sorry but you all ignoring me was pissing me off. You act like you know some things, but other things you don't. So sorry if I am harsh but it frustrated me when you ignored what I was saying about Aura. Plus I was taught a hard way, screw up you get punched or kicked in the face. It teaches you and helps you learn to heal bruises quicker." well yeah I guess.... as they all went to put their stuff back then before meeting up again. I mean you shouldn t be teaching us things we know the basics of, the basics of aura and stuff like that yeah we should all know but I get that we need more of actual practice and yes another obvious thing would be that you did put a certain time to ACTUALLY do that....but I would rather learn all the stuff from the profs as least from reading and I we re hoping then you would train actual combat ability than boring exercises which of course are necessary but still... Aya spoke softly trying to get some kind of agreement on something and maybe or hopefully a tiny bit make him understand that they mostly did those things because those aren t important to them for the time being and just the fact he sucked obviously at being a dick.They all sighed, yeah think you should focus on exercise and your also forgetting the dumb logic that fighting is kinda exercise I mean your basically doing two things at once with moving and memorizing stuff... as Izumi pointed another obvious. maybe a small warm up run or stretch thing that s easy could work but you shouldn t push that as a damn huge focus...let s hurry and go then.... the girl pulling the boy by the arm and rushing down the hall with the other two following then until they made it outside at least, well don t really know where anything is of course like mostly everyone.. Thomas nodded, "The problem is, I don't know how capable you all are. A teacher asks his students to do things like warm ups so he can get a measure. For example, if I challenged you all to a fight, I could kill you by accident."Moving with them, or allowing himself to be moved by them he said, "One time, I got arrogant, and set a training robot to level 15 when I was 10 years old. I ended up with 15 broken bones, three ruptured organs, and a detached retina. I was left bleeding curled up fetal position while the robot beat me to death. Had one of my teachers not been keeping an eye on me it would have beat me to hamburger meat."He looked around at them, "When I asked for your max number of sit ups and such, it was basically me asking "Are you competent physically", and all of your replied "No" by not knowing. I'm trying to fill in my gaps before I get you all killed thinking you're my level which no offense you obviously aren't."Rolling his eyes a bit he said, "The school is designed in a circle, dorm are in the inner most level, so should it be attacked sleeping students will have a chance to arm themselves. Cafeteria and class rooms are a more outer level. Come on. Most Hunters learn to memorize their surroundings. Also their is a Scroll app with a map."He turned right and headed to the cafeteria. then your just dumb to push yourself too far, I m lazy but I would still push myself further than I could though not extreme.... Izumi giving a shrug as the others mostly followed quietly not really having anything to say much. I don t think most of us really pay attention to simple stuff like that even if it is good. Looking like fighting with weapons is the bigger focus so just still try for it then. Eventually arriving before they went off to of course get their stuff and eat before classes. Their was no course stuff to get, they had all received their schedules the previous night in emails, and the GPS Map would even show where they were. Thomas had researched already while preparing their pre breakfast. The books would be handed out in class, as he said, "I'm sorry, I just don't get you ladies fascination with weapons. If I can beat you hand to hand, odds are I can beat you with weapons."Thomas wasn't using his arrogant voice, just his simple common sense one. He shook his head a bit, "Oh, I've got a sword, that can become a missile launcher, that can become a dildo.", well, if you aren't strong enough to bruise me with a punch with my aura, odds are your won't be strong enough to pierce my aura with your sword either. I guess I can arrange a group spar later, use "Paint" rounds, and we can see how it goes. I might be underestimating you guys."He shrugged obviously speaking to himself, but speaking out loud again, "Need to get them ready Camilla will be gunning for them and she can be nasty. Rumors and actions. I won't let her hurt them like she did the others." there goes that stupid look of bragging again... mana rolling her eyes. yes maybe you are stupid as hell to be doing that... as the others could mostly hear him before Aya spoke again as well to reply to his comment, we only just mostly met so you have no damn position to say anything about us with that... looking a bit annoyed as well before they headed off. Thomas followed and shrugged, "Camilla's family is alot like mine, she was trained from a young age. Also like mine she was taught how to manipulate public opinion and play the politics game. The big difference between her family and mine is her family is large. So large that they over encumbered their resources. Carmilla marries me, it gives her family the life's blood it needs in my family's money. On paper it would be perfect."The blond ran a hand through his hair, "However, I would cut my own throat before marrying her. In Camilla's family, only the women are allowed to fight. Which means if I married her, and took her name something her parents would demand, I would have to give up being a Hunter. Camilla doesn't understand honor because to her and her family it's an out dated tradition, all that matters is."He moved to stand in line and get food as his tummy gugled in hunger. jeez well at least someone is mostly keeping her from doing mostly crazy stupid shit I guess so that s good.... izumi giving a shrug as they now soon seen it themselves they have some competition they could work towards then. Soon they all went off themselves to get whatever they wanted as Aya was the first to find a table at least before Izumi then mana would sit as well to eat. Thomas was soon sitting with them, drinking chocolate milk, hot coco, and soda. He has fried sausages, bacon, and pastries in front of him as well as a steak omlette. He liked meat.Soon they were headed to their first class.Sir Georgeaka "The Dragon Slayer", was a well known Hunter. He looked pristine, a simple rapier at his side, he began to teach the students about the Beowolf type Grim and it's weaknesses. In general the Mask of a Grim was it's weakest point, and limb damage was artificial. However, not always. Thomas took some notes on his S.C.R.O.L.L., but most of it was easy to remember. What seemed like all too soon it was time for lunch.Thomas chose a chicken fried steak burger with bacon and ranch. As well as cheesy fries and bacon. Looking at his team mates he said, "What do you think? I liked it, but I can see it getting boring quickly. Aim for the mask and smash it. Dire beowolves, and Cerberi Beowolves will be interesting though." Soon they got to class as they sat down, pulling up notes to take of course as msotly everyone else did, heading out together back into the hall once class ended. well I mean it s cool seeing the different species and stuff but it seems kinda over complicated.... giving a shrug from Aya still finding it interesting more than anything with what more dangerous types that people have faced and actually killed. Heading for the cafeteria again they went off and met again to eat at the table like this morning. Soon it was time for combat class. The teacher was a Faunus,Mrs. Torasoft spoken and kind, she seems like an odd choice for a combat instructor.The woman smiled, "Welcome to combat class. Here we'll mostly do one on one, or team on team spars. Normally I would pick, but we actually had two teams volunteer, team T.W.L.T. and team C.R.M.L., would both teams please head up to the arena. Remember to make sure your weapons are loaded with non lethal dust rounds."Thomas bit back a rather violent swear as he moved to the communal changing area, "Ok, be on guard, don't let them get close, if you see them moving to separate us, don't do it.https: img00.deviantart.net 74af i 2016 178 2 3 high school dxd rias gremory sprite by crossserver da7vhcl.png Camilla Rose stepped up, a Bisento in her hands, the wickedly sharp blade on one side glinting in the light as she said, "Come on ladies, let's show these whores what happens when they try to steal my Tommy Sama! First one to make them bleed gets a spa day my treat."Lita Black was wielding a pair of massive pistols on her thighs, and a pair of fans in her hands. Sharp eyes would notice the glint of an edge. She glared at Thomas, "I will make you bleed for dishonoring Camilla and her love for you dog." https: pm1.narvii.com 6315 cda34e0d38107d2e1c38c2add8cbbb5b9cafa719 hq.jpg Mika Lampon the third girl was also a Faunus, as she smiled looking at team T.W.L.T. she said, "Try to last awhile ok neko neko? I need a chance to see how I rank neko neko." The Faunus's body was noticably muscular, and she carried a set of nunchu, and slightly off boots and arm guards. https: vignette.wikia.nocookie.net highschooldxd images 7 71 Asia new.jpg revision latest?cb 20140214024742 amp path prefix es Rolla Lestrange bowed saying, "N Now now, l let's not be super hasty. We all know." The teacher cut off the blond as she said, "Students ready? Set, FIGHT!"Thomas and the enemy Faunus both seemed to vanish as they MOVED. The Faunus however was visibly throwing a sharp snap kick at a red form's head, then appeared infront of mana and attempted to do a savage spear kick. If it hit, even with Mana's aura it would feel like her collar bones and ribs were being squeezed by a giant deranged toddler. She'd find herself air born and then mercilessly slammed a foot into the reinforced concrete head first.Izumi would have 4 blades of aura flying at her knees, ankles, waist, and breast height respectively. If they hit, even with aura quarter inch thick bloody furrows would occur. Unless her armor was high quality, then it would be gouged instead of her flesh. However a literal wave of blades would continue, unlike the first ones which were five feet wide but relatively slow, like arrow speed, the assault would be smaller a foot long, and move at bullet speeds.Aya would have two blades like buzz saws flying at her chest. Both spinning and obviously less then pleasant to get hit by without aura. If they hit without aura they'd sever flesh, with it, you'd still get bone deep cuts. They would then arch around and try to get her from behind. Suddenly Thomas would appear where he'd start. He had some scorch marks but a smirk on his face as he said, "One down, how are we doing team?" Soon all the girls would take their place as mana loaded up and smashed her fists together. I was actually predicting you were doing that... quickly slamming her gauntlet into the ground and shooting it up at high velocity to move herself back before loading a shot and firing it off as she charged forward to get past her and hide herself in the smoke before switching her gauntlets rounds to dust mines as she laid them out which were specially designed to burrow completely into the ground and actually do a good job of remaining undetectable as she stood there. come on is it weird I expected that? She moved her arm to shoot at her and if she would rush would either jump back behind it or block it with a blade that would shoot out and take a good amount of force away for her next attack leaving the girl open to get hit with the side and send her flying then. well don t have to dodge then... giving a sarcastic yawn as she had a trick from her weapon EXACTLY to counter fast projectiles like these that were at least solid. Spinning her gun to a sword she held it in front of herself as the black armor like slowly slid down into sections before she stabbed it into the ground making and leaned he blade toward her as rays of small lasers would cut or destroy the projectiles completely with deadly accuracy. projectile defense is what I do the best against most... before sending the lasers themselves to try and burn her skin or transfer it into bigger concentrated beams but less lasers to try and hit her as she had another very good surprise in case the girl would get close to her from any angle as she was safe for now.Finally with Aya she would focus as a swirl of purple energy consumed the bow as well as what looked like the sound of demonic monkeys screeching around her, jumping up and shooting the arrow into the ground as a purple portal was ripped and a rather large swarm of medium sized purple skulls with canine teeth poured out to attack her with some of course sacrificing themselves to stop the saws completely and lose speed so they were so much easier to dodge as the others would fly toward her continuing to open and close their mouth as they very quickly moved toward her like bees, though of course being smart to split the swarm so they wouldn t get hit by her ranged attacks, split them in a two way or flanking attack or form into a fast moving swarming wall to bite at her. Aya focused again shooting another portal before retreating back a bit and preparing to dodge anything as the other large swarm would attack anyone on the other team at least. The Faunus was far faster and stronger then Mana could react. While the smoke was a good attempt faunus were known for their hearing ability, and sense of smell. The cat girl tried to kick away Mana's sword and throw a cross punch that would have bent a steel plate around her knuckles at her face. Back flipping like gravity was a suggestion she said, "You're good neko neko! But I am a master of the Neko Neko style martial arts. You should give up before I have to break your pretty face neko neko. Otherwise I'll have to get serious neko neko."The dark haired girl smirked, it was like a shark that smelled blood as she drew the high bore rifle from her back saying, "Interesting. Strike Gungnir!"She pulled the trigger, and the round fired flying through the various conjured dog heads shattering them like glass, it dodged, swirled, jinked and twisted. Aiming for the hound skulls, before suddenly juking right and aiming for Izumi's skull. The bullet would not stop even if blocked and was glowing thick with aura. Lita launched herself at Aya, her hair glowing with her blue aura as it shot out like razor tipped whips, thrusting attempting to pierce her limbs, or grab destroy any arrows fired. The glasses wearing girl was ridiculously fast, plus she could attack from dozens of different directions. No doubt her hair control and hardening was her semblance.Camilla went to decapitate Mana from behind only to meet a cross shaped shield as Thomas spoke, "This is my burden to bear, so long as I am team leader you shall not harm my team. This is my penance!" Camilla pouted, "No fair, no fair! You already know my semblance." Thomas nodded, "The ultimate blade, you can make any edge sharp enough to cut a molecular bond, literally nothing can stop your blade, except of course for the ultimate shield."Camilla spoke, "Density control, I can cut diamonds, you can compact the atoms even tighter. The ultimate shield. Add in gravity control and your power is as scary as always Tommy Chan. Let's get serious shall we?"She spoke to Mana, Aya, and Izumi, "One chance you scarlet women! Denounce your love for my Tommy Chan, and surrender the fight, and we'll allow you to leave without any more injuries. If you continue to fight I can't guarantee your safety or survival. What do you say?"Thomas looked left, then right. Looking at his team he said, "Well ladies? We could walk away, it's just one sparring match. It can't effect our grade that much. No point in risking injury for one fight right? My honor says we should take these bitches down hard, but I'll leave it to a group vote."

['Abaddonus', 'Alexander']

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Game of Thrones: A Harem of Problems (RoleplayMaster x Skye Bliss)

Tommen stared at his book, learning about some of the previous wars that had happened across the Seven Kingdoms. The book detailed the sides, their leaders, their strategies, and the victor. Every page was filled with gory details of people that died in the most gruesome ways. For most 15 year old boys, this would be the best thing ever. For Tommen though, this was barely anything interesting.Growing up was never a problem for Tommen Baratheon. His family was one of the most wealthy in Westeros, so he usually got what he wanted. At least, anything he could buy with gold. When it came to everything else, his brother Joffrey would get it.That is why it was such a shock when just the previous day, his brother was killed. Poisoned at his own wedding. It was no surprise that someone wanted Joffrey dead after all, he was getting to be almost as bad as the Mad King. But to do it at his wedding was just horrible.One thing that did occur to Tommen though, was that he was next in line.Hewould be the next King of Westeros. So much responsibility, so much power.. it made him feel extremely nervous. He knew that Lady Margaery Tyrell had been promised to Joffrey, but what would happen to her? Would she be Tommen's Queen, or would another woman step up to take her place?What would his Queen be like? Would Margaery or this nameless woman be nice? Kind? Gentle? Tommen hoped so, and also hoped that she would be patient Tommen had never been with a woman before, due to his young age and shyness, but hopefully that was to be expected.. right? After all, weren't you meant to be a virgin up until you were married? Or was that just women?The boy was wrapped up in his thoughts, he did not notice his bedroom door open and close behind him. The lady Tyrell had stepped into the young King's chambers unnoticed it would seem, she smiled to herself as she watched him bent over a very heavy and thick book, very interesting. Joffrey had never been caught by her doing productive things, but Tommen's brother had been an entirely different person indeed. She hadn't dared spoken these words out loud, but she was relieved when someone had poisoned the wine in which she herself had drank from. Some speculated that it was her doing, even the queen Cersei had been overheard contemplating that it was the lady Margaery but thankfully someone had been there to defend her. Reminding the grieving queen that she to would have had to drink from it, and how it did not make sense to have her future killed. Especially when she would gain so much by having him alive however it was a fact that not anyone but her grandmother and herself that knew she did have something to do with his death unintentionally of course though.She broke the silence with a soft clearing of her throat as she moved forward, wearing the same revealing dress that she had come to offer herself to Joffrey in. As she approached, she forced a smile, trying to keep a melancholy feel about herself since she had just lost her betrothed. It hadn't been the first time though, if she had to admit she was becoming accustomed to losing what would be her intended. "Your grace." She spoke softly as she sat beside him and looked over at what he was reading making a face as she looked up at him."Why are you reading such dark things at a time like this? You should have things to make your thoughts happy and light, especially in times like these."She reached over slowly, smiling as she never took her eyes off his as she closed the thick book, as it closed the dust flew into the air causing her to sneeze and then laugh. "How are you feeling?" She wondered if anyone had even bothered to ask how he was doing after losing his brother, even though she had heard awful things Joffrey had done including being mean to his siblings, even still it had to hurt she assumed. Either way, she had to start getting close to this young man that was meant to be king if she wanted to become the queen."Have you been sleeping?" The boy jumped in surprise, as if he had been looking at something he shouldn't have been, even though that wasn't the case. Turning, he found Margaery Tyrell, the very woman he had been thinking about a moment ago. She seemed upset, which seemed appropriate in times like these. "Lady Tyrell." He breathed, giving a small nod to her as his eyes roamed her. She was beautiful, and the dark lighting of the candles seemed to only enhance her beauty.Tommen watched as she approached, glancing at the book. "Homework." Was his simple reply. "We can't move forward if we don't learn from the mistakes of our past." He explained, a line that had been fed to him time and time again from his teachers. "And it helps keep my mind off... things." He added, the things in question being fairly obvious.He wasn't sure how to feel after his older brother's death. He had been a horrible person, both to his siblings and to everyone else. But he was still his brother. Should he feel grief? Happiness? Either way, he felt guilty for not having an appropriate response to his loss.A soft smile came to his features as she sneezed, finding it a very cute sneeze indeed, as was the laugh that followed. "I'm... alright." He said slowly, though that was far from the truth. Even if he didn't care for Joffrey, Tommen was to be the next King. a daunting task for one so young. "I sleep a little." Tommen added, though little sleep meant almost none. He only slept when exhaustion took him. When he didn't sleep, his mind was filled with stress for his upcoming role as Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. "How are you? Things can't be any easier for you?" The lady Tyrell looked down at her shaking hands in her lap as she silently shook her head, keeping her facial expressions melancholy, she just lost her husband after all and only an hour or so after saying those words that tied her to the king. She had to keep her wits about her especially with the Queen regent Cersei out for blood there hadn't been anyone she didnt blame for the death of Joffrey. It was sad to see her so stricken with grief and anger, but she also understood her pain, even if she herself didn't truly feel it. If she wanted to keep her life though while she was in the den of vicious lions, she had to make it look good. "I am cursed!"She blurted out as she looked up, misty eyed and confused sounding as she reached out for Tommen's hand as she allowed the tear to roll down her cheek as she looked at him with a look of desperation, speaking softly. "Both men that I have married, has been taken from me, I fear the worst of things. Will I never be able to wed and be happy? Start a life and family?" She shook her head as she pulled her hand back to wipe the tears away, drying them on the skirt of her dress."Forgive me your grace, here I am speaking of the things that terrify me while you yourself are suffering. I came here tonight to tell you that the offer I made to Joffrey, still stands but now, I offer it to you. I was to be the King's wife, and now you will soon be crowned as the King. I am to be yours now." She looked down at her hands, her brown hair falling into her face as she smiled. "If you do not want me though, I will respect that and go home to Highgarden. Maybe it would be safer for you, at least." She looked up into his green eyes, he reminded her so much of Joffrey but much nicer.Her glance turned to the book she had closed, reading the title outloud sounding impressed before she raised her brows and looked back up at him. "I think that you will make a great king indeed, Tommen. You are smart, I think that you are ready." She hoped that her words would give him solace and she would become someone that he became to crave having her by his side, insuring her place once again as she had to before twice over. He looked to her with pity in his eyes. Whether or not she was a good actress, the naive boy did believe that she was telling the truth of her thoughts. She took his hand, clutching it as she cried softly. "There are no such things as curses." He told her softly, watching her and allowing Margaery to hold him however she desired. "You are a beautiful woman, any man will be lucky to have you." The boy assured her, his shyness taking a backseat as he tried to cheer her up."Don't apologise, you are going through things as terrible as I. You are allowed your grief." Tommen spoke softly, before hearing her offer. So he could have Margaery? The beautiful woman in front of him could become his wife? His Queen? He knew his mother didn't approve, but sometimes that could be a good thing. But he was a Lannister, if not by name, but by birth. Margaery wanted this. He knew from her history. Wed to one 'King', then another, he would be her third. "I'm not going to say I don't want you, Lady Tyrell." Tommen began, watching her. "But we have only just met, truly. You mostly ignored me as you spent time with my brother." He explained, wondering what her reaction would be to her behaviour towards him."If you want to be my Queen, convince me. Show me you are the Queen that King's Landing needs. That the Seven Kingdoms needs." She wiped at the tears once more, her eyes glistened as she looked at him with regret, shaking her head as she apologized deeply and passionately trying to convince this young boy that she could and would be a good and wise choice for a wife. She was quite surprised by his response in the end, he wanted her to prove it to him? Swallowing hard as she pulled her hands back to rest in her lap.Straightening her back as she cleared her throat, "Your grace I do not understand what you want from me? As for me ignoring you when I first arrived, I think we both know that if I would have paid any attention to you, one of us or both would have had to deal with the wrath of your brother. He was cruel. I did notice you, and how much you care. I care to you know, there are many things I would like to do if I were to become queen. Help the orphans, feed the hungry and build something to house the homeless."She blushed as she smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of loose hair behind her ear as she shrugged. "I know these are big dreams for a little girl." "That is true, Joffrey would not have liked that." Tommen nodded, watching her for any signs of dishonesty. But she seemed genuine, and her ideas were nice. "And being Queen will mean you have lots of eyes on you, most of all, my mother. How do you plan on dealing with her?" Tommen asked. She would be the biggest hurdle for Margaery, even though she had been dealing with Cersei since she started with Joffrey.She was a very beautiful woman, which definitely was helping win him over onto taking the Tyrell woman as his wife. And she hadn't had the chance to consummate her marriages, hopefully leaving her a virgin... whether the rumours about her true, would soon be tested... She rolled her eyes at the mention of having eyes on her at all times and having to deal with Cersei, but the young Tyrell woman knew she could handle her. She had outwitted her at every turn so far, so she would keep playing the game and try to get on her good side or beat her at her own game. Either way it would turn, it would be Cersei's doing that much was true. She took in a deep breath and looked away thoughtfully, choosing her words wisely.She could feel the king to be eyes on her, watching her and testing her, she hoped that she would surpass all the tests he would throw her way. "Your mother does not like me, that much I can tell. She thinks that I have come here to take her family away, but I truly wish she would see this as gaining a daughter. However, I am prepared to deal with her as I have been doing accordingly.. I will never disrespect your mother Tommen, and I wish her no ill will. I just hope that she could let us be happy."She smiled, looked around the large room, glancing over to his bed all a mess with the covers twisted and bunched up, causing it to look like whoever laid there last tossed and turned only. She frowned and stood as she looked down at Tommen as he sat at his desk studying the history to try and become a better king, though she knew HE is the king Westeros deserves. She turned to walk back towards the large heavy doors she had entered through, turning back as she placed her hand on the doorknob to smile and softly give her reasoning for leaving though if he commanded or asked her to stay she would, but she was trying to be smart.She had enough rumors going on around about her having relations and being over flirtatious with guys that were not her intended, she had suspected that it had been Cersei to spread the rumors or at the very least had someone start them for her. The queen never really did like to get her hands dirty, always having someone else do her bidding."You need to rest your grace, your crowning is in the morning, and I must leave so that I can get some rest. Tomorrow will allow me to know if I need to pack my things and head home or not." She gracefully curtsied before pulling the door open to walk out of it, wondering what he would do. Would he allow her to leave, or would he call her back and ask her to stay with him through the night? Tommen nodded at her thoughtful response. She would have some choice words for Cersei, he was sure, but chose the response that she felt would be most pleasing for him. It may have been a response she thought he'd want, but it was not the one he desired. She could play the game publicly well, but what would she be like privately?"Stay." Tommen said, looking at his closed book for a moment, before looking over at her. "I want you to share my bed with me." He requested. "Though if you do wish to leave, I will not force you." He added, standing up. He pulled off his footwear and got into bed, wearing a few more layers than usual. As confident as he had acted, he was rather shy, especially with an older, beautiful woman in front of him. As she heard the soft and shy voice of her King asking her to stay she smiled and slowly closed the heavy wooden doors, turning towards him as she pressed her back against the cold wood, she folded her arms over her chest and examined the situation thoughtfully what exactly was he asking? She stepped forward a few inches as she tilted her head to the side curiously. A playful smile graced her lips slowly as she watched him take his footing off before climbing into the high royal bed.She did the same, leaving the elegant slippers she wore by the door as she grabbed at her skirt and walked forth towards the bed. Pausing next to it as she gazed at him as he laid there, she lifted that skirt and revealed her leg as she placed a knee on the feathered bed so she could climb up into it.She settled down next to him and slipped under the covers, turning to her side to look at him as she smiled and reached over to brush his blonde hair off his face and then she laid her head on the pillow. "You have a very comfortable bed, your grace. I hope that you do not mind if I just hold you? I am saving myself for my husband after all, and you do not hold that title yet, Tommen." She giggled and scooted closer to him as she draped an arm around him and pulled him closer to cuddle and fall asleep. He blushed lightly at the offer of simply being held, watching her scoot closer and feeling himself wrapped in her embrace. It was very comforting, and very warm. "Holding me will do just nicely, Lady Tyrell." He replied. She had not given permission for him to call her by her first name, nor had he to her. Yet she still called him Tommen, not that he minded."As my wife, I would expect you to be truthful to me at all times." Tommen said softly. "Your replies before sounded more like they were trying to impress me, rather than your own opinions." He observed. "So I will repeat my earlier question. What is your opinion on the Queen Regent, and how do you plan on dealing with her if and when you're Queen?" Tommen asked again. "We are alone, your words will not leave this room." Her brown hair was spread out over the pillow in which she laid on, and as she listened to him speak with her eyes shut she focused on her breathing. Being that close to Tommen was nice, he was soft and warm and he had the beginnings of muscles starting to form, but all she did was hold him. When he spoke of her being his wife and what he expected of her, she opened her eyes and smiled."I promise that I will always be honest with you."She meant those words truthfully, she had felt a connection and bond with him faster than she had with Jofffey which was a good sign. They would have much to discuss and rule the Kingdom fairly and justly. She stiffened though when he repeated the question of his mother, how she felt about her and what she planned on doing with her once she was queen. A soft sigh escaped her lips, she let go of Tommen and rolled onto her back so that she could look at the ceiling as she contemplated telling him the truth of how she felt towards the queen."If I become Queen, I will deal with her accordingly. I do not wish any harm to come to your mother but I will protect myself and those I love. I would send her back to Casterly Rock though, let her return to her childhood home, it may do her some good. As the matter on how I feel towards her, well... I had no issues with her when I arrived, but she has been difficult to get close to her and have a healthy relationship. I have tried being nice, she however does not like or trust me, that is no secret but I am not the enemy here and only want what is best."She kissed his forehead and then turned onto her back so that her back was towards him, her arse pushed against him as she wiggled to get comfortable, taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes. "Good night, your grace. We have a busy day ahead of us, and we need the rest." "Thank you." Tommen replied, as he could tell this time, she was being more honest with him. Closing his eyes as she kissed his forehead, the boy soon found himself as the big spoon, resting against Margaery. The position, albeit accidental, was both comforting and worrying, so he laid on his back, doing his best not to touch her too much. Of course, the temptation of sleeping next to a beautiful woman was too high, so he couldn't help but rest his arm against her butt as he drifted off to sleep."Good night, Lady Tyrell." Tommen replied sleepily, falling into the first real slumber he had managed in a while. Margaery was the first to awaken the next morning. As she tried to move, she would feel a strong weight against her, as Tommenhadended up spooning her. His arms wrapped around the taller woman with surprising strength, his morning wood buried deep in her ass, deeper than the rumoured Sword in the Stone he had read about, involving King Arthur many many years ago. Her back was slightly wet near where his face was nestled evidently he drooled a bit when he slept. The boy lightly snored, having desperately needing this sleep. The next morning as Margaery had awoken, she found that the young King boy Tommen had wrapped himself up in her body, tangled around her. He was surprisingly strong, that was something she had admired about him so far. As she looked over her shoulder, not trying to move too much so he wouldn't wake up before she could get a good look. She smiled and laid her head back down on the pillow, she could feel his manhood hard and pressed against her so much that if she hadn't been wearing clothes his tip would have slipped in her.She wiggled slightly to be able to feel it even better, though she was a virgin she had experience what it was like to be aroused and pleasured without going all the way. If she had been in her own bed, she would have given into her desires by touching herself but she was not, she was with the king. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she pushed against the bedding so that she could turn over onto her back, causing Tommen to spoon and cuddle her front. She wondered what he would do.Now that she was on her back, and him on top of her still, his arms wrapped tightly around her as if he were a child holding onto a favorite toy that he would not give up. If she was honest with herself, she loved it. It felt right. She closed her eyes and began to run her fingers through his blonde hair as he slept, she would let him sleep until he woke or someone came to wake him to get him ready for the crowning ceremony. For now, she would just enjoy this, being here with innocence and his strength.She had stayed like that so long, running her fingers through his hair until she had fallen back to sleep, her hand ran down his back and then stopped. She had slept a good half hour before she sleepily opened her eyes again, softly she called out for him."Tommen? Sweetheart? Are you sleeping?" When Margaery began to move, Tommen seemed to groan in protest, the warm, comfort she provided seeming to leave him. But as she stopped, the sleeping boy pulled himself in closer, his face between her breasts, his legs holding her thigh. His cock rested against her hip now, a less intimate spot, but good all the same. He only awoke when Margaery called for him. "Iwas" Tommen replied, in a somewhat annoyed voice. But he had thought he was talking to Cersei. As he awoke, feeling what he had attached himself to through the night, the boy sprung to life, releasing Margaery in a fit of embarrassment. "S Sorry." He stuttered, face red. That had honestly felt amazing, being in her arms. But she was not his wife, and he was to be King today."I think you should go." Tommen requested soon after. He watched her get ready to leave, realising he had been a bit dismissive of her. So just as she reached the door, he called her. "Margaery?" He said, using her name for the first time. "Thank you." Was his message, before letting her leave, to prepare for the crowning ceremony. As Tommen replied to her question, his tone had told her that he hadn't been ready to awake or leave her arms, when he apologized she smiled and shrugged "There is nothing to be sorry for your grace, nothing happened." She realized she let her disappointment show but she tried to hide it. She pulled the covers back off her, during the night as she got tangled with Tommen her dress had lifted. So when she moved to get out of the bed her legs had been exposed up to her thighs, but once her feet hit the ground her skirt part of the dress fell in place covering her toned but thick thighs. Margaery had a figure that could bring grown men to their knees, and she would be his.She felt as if she had been scolded though as she slipped out of the bed, the way he told her to leave wasnt in a way that let her know something was wrong, but she still felt as if she did something wrong. Her head was spinning with thoughts and doubts, maybe she shouldn't have slept with him.Her head hung down as she walked towards the heavy wooden doors, her hand landed on the doorknob and a flash of what she had awoken to had flashed in her mind, causing her to smile at least for that as she pulled open the door. Suddenly she heard her name, it was the first time she heard him addressing her by her name, and it sounded like honey. Sweet, and something that she wanted to hear more of, turning her head to him after he called out to her. When he thanked her for being there with him in his time of need, she bowed her head down to him out of respect and then she walked out. By the time of the ceremony, it was after lunch, right before it was time to sup together. The plan had been to wait until the evening to pronounce and crown Tommen, some time before the last meal of the day throwing a party for him. The royal court room was filled with all sorts of people, they had been invited to see the new king get crowned and celebrate with. Margaery had stayed away from Tommen for the rest of the day realizing that he might have been embarrassed so she would let him come to her.She watched from the back of the crowd as the crown was placed on Tommen's head,Margaery smiled and felt so prideful that he had handled the day as a king would. He looked so regal up there on the throne wearing his crown, she felt like if he would choose her as his wife she would be the most lucky woman alive. Not only would she be queen, she would be married to a good man instead of a monster that's the way she viewed Joffrey even though he never laid a finger on her she had heard and witnessed some of his horrible judgments.Margaery clapped her hands together as she smiled, making her way through the crowd to be a little closer to the king, so she could get a good look. He felt bad as Margaery left, but he hoped that his final thank you was enough to clear the air a bit. The crowning day was long, but exciting. Exhilarating. Especially when he was finally named king, the crown upon his head, and the crowd giving him a standing ovation. Giving a small smile and wave, his eyes went to Margaery, giving her a shy grin.Unfortunately, either through Cersei's manipulations or just how the day progressed, Margaery could not get close to the King for the rest of the day. She, however, was still on his mind. He had told his grandfather that he wanted Margaery as his bride, and soon, preparations would be made. The marriage would be set two weeks from the crowning ceremony, giving Tommen enough time to grow accustomed to his new role.The next time Margaery would be free to see Tommen, was that night. He was at his desk yet again, his face buried in a book once more. However, this was in a more literal sense, the King's face resting on the thick tome, lightly snoring in what had to be an uncomfortable position. Word had gotten to her that she would still be in the Lannister family, the hand of the king would be announcing that Tommen would be marrying the lady Tyrell of Highgarden. She knew that some of the commoners would gossip about how she married both brothers, and how every man she wed and claimed the crown and title of King had all died. She knew it was something she had to get over though if she was going to be a good queen.Later that night, when all of the castle had quieted down she decided she would visit her betrothed and thank him for choosing her out of all the women he could have had. When she went to his chambers, he was asleep on top of an open book she smiled he was showing her things that she admired and he was intelligent that was something she liked most.She stepped into his room and closed the door behind her, creeping towards him quietly as a mouse. As she approached him she wrapped one arm around him and with the other she ran her fingers through his thick locks of blonde hair as she leaned in and whispered in his ear her lip brushing against the top of his ear as she called his name."Tommen? My love? You fell asleep on your studies, and if you stay like that for too long you will hurt and I do not wish to see my handsome King hurt." She kissed his cheek softly as she tried to softly wake him, hoping they could get a little time before he passed out again on her. He was tired she could tell, being king was a hard job, and he was so young but she knew that he could do it. He was smart and strong, he knew the kingdom needed fixing, she hoped that he would do something about it but that was a conversation for another time when she was actually queen and married to the King, Tommen."I am so proud of you, the way you handled the ceremony. I wanted to congratulate you for it." Tommen yawned softly, slowly awaking in both pleasure and pain. His neck was killing him from the awkward position, yet he was comforted by the feeling of fingers running through his hair. Looking up, the boy King found Margaery standing above him, a smile on her face. "Thanks." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he sat up.A light blush hit his cheeks as she said she wanted to congratulate him. "Thanks, but I did nothing special." The boy said softly, working the kinks out of his body as he slowly stood. "I'm not sure if anyone told you, but um... I have chosen for you to be my Queen." Tommen smiled, giving her a small nod as he got into bed. "U Uh... Did you want to join me in bed again?" He asked. He would be happy to stay up or go to sleep, but either way, the bed was more comfortable. "I hope that is still a role you wish to have?" He asked with a small smile. Of course it was, but he didn't like to assume. "I know I am a downgrade from your last two husbands, but I hope you won't betoodisappointed by me." She watched as Tommen stood up and began to rub at his neck as he walked over to the bed, claiming that he did nothing special to accept her congratulations but had told her thanks anyhow. She shook her head as her eyes followed and then not far long after she began to follow him with her own steps as she argued with him that he was wrong. "You did do something. You survived."It was a simple two sentence comment, but it held so much truth behind it, the Lannister family had made a reputation for themselves that did not do well for the younger generation of lions and Margaery knew that there were people who wanted them all dead and wiped away for the sake of the land at least that is how they would see things.As Tommen continued to work out the kinks in his neck, she stepped forward and moved behind him, removing his hand from his flesh so that she may lay her gentle soft hands on his neck and give it a little rub for him before he turned in to bed. "Here let me get that for you... does it feel better? My grandmother always used to get me to rub her when I was a child and she had been hurting badly."She smiled as he spoke of choosing her as his bride, wondering if she had been informed or not which caused her to giggle as she nodded even though he could not see her do so. "Oh yes, there were many eager ears that wanted to whisper what they had heard and spread the good news. It would seem that I am not the only one happy about this."She frowned once she heard Tommen compare himself to Renly and his own brother Joffrey, coming to the silly and false conclusion that he would be the lesser of all her husbands. She had stopped running her hands along his neck so that she could take a few steps around him to be in front of him, face to face now as she looked sad and tilted her head to the side slightly.Taking both of his hands into hers as she knelt before him so that she had to look up at him. "Tommen Lannister! Do not let me ever hear you say something like that ever again. Renly was a traitor, and your brother was cruel, you will be my best!" Leaning in, she closed her eyes and planted a kiss right on his lips, she blinked her eyes open a few times and then giggled, still holding onto his hands as she pulled him with her towards the bed."I would love to sleep with you again, my husband to be." She then slipped off her slippers by his bed and climbed in just like the night before. Tommen nodded grimly at her reply, as surviving was a challenge in its own right, it seemed. After his father and brother died before their time, it seemed the only natural conclusion that Tommen would go quickly too. But he hoped to beat the stereotype that was beginning to plague the Iron Throne. He would survive. He would come out on top.He paused as he felt his hand batted away, soon replaced by her own gentle touch. A soft sigh left the boy's lips as she began to rub his neck, her experience definitely translating into skill. "So good." He mumbled, closing his eyes and almost melting into her touch. "If you're not careful, I might have to get this from you every night." He laughed softly, listening to her story of those that heard the bridal news. He was happy as she just casually mentioned her being happy about the news, it not sounding forced like a lie.Soon, the older woman was in front of him, berating him quite similar to how his mother may. Of course, his mother never laid a kiss on him like Margaery did, to which he was thankful. Unfortunately, the motion of his soon to be wife coming in made the King freeze in surprise, no reaction coming from the kiss other than the shyest of smiles, and a bright red face. "Th Thank you." he stuttered, the thanks uncertain if directed towards her words or the kiss.Following Margaery into his large bed, he couldn't help but curl up into her side. "Do you mind if..." he trailed off, and slowly wrapped an arm around her body, giving her plenty of time to slap him away or tell him no. Margaery smiled when she heard the King jest about how if she was not careful he would be getting her to give him rubs every night, she seen it as an opportunity to get closer to her King. She leaned in to him, her breast softly brushing against his back as she whispered into his ear, her hands now on his arms as she spoke."And I would do whatever you would want and ask of me with a smile on my face because I would want to please my Kingly husband."She had let go of his arms so that she could make her way into the bed and under the covers, when she felt the King scoot closer to her so that he could hold her she smiled and waited, when she heard him ask her if he could she frowned. Grabbing his wrist and pulling him even closer than what he originally was, her eyes locking onto his."You do not have to ask for anything, you are going to be my husband, if I am not comfortable around you then we should not be wed."She pauses dramatically before slowly turning onto her side so that she now faces Tommen instead of giving him her backside. Her finger caresses his jawline as she smiled at him, moving down his chest touching every bit of exposed flesh, grinning as she watched his expressions as she did this."Do you feel uncomfortable when I touch you?" He smiled at Margaery's reply. A wife who would be happy to just please her husband. Sounded amazing, yet sounded bad for her. He wanted her to enjoy herself, and enjoy being his wife, instead of simply enjoy making him feel good. Slowly, he made his way into bed, eyes widening as he was pulled closer to her, enjoying the pressure of their bodies against one another."Yeah, but I don't want to do something you're uncomfortable with. Marriage should make you happy too." The boy replied innocently. "If I went around doing whatever I liked to you, without asking, you wouldn't be as happy with me as you are now." Tommen explained his reasoning, biting his lip as she began to touch him.He still wore most his clothes, despite normally sleeping almost naked. But Margaery was also clothed, so he felt that it would be weird stripping down. An easy compromise, considering he got a partner in his bed now. His cheeks were flushed as she touched him, his eyes watching her face the entire time. She truly did seem to enjoy herself."O Of course not. I don't think there is any way I could feel uncomfortable around you." Shy, yes. Embarrassed, yes. But uncomfortable? He doubted Margaery could make him feel such an emotion. She giggled and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips it was a regular stolen kiss, she realized that her king was but a boy and she would wait as long as it took until he was ready, she was going to be the one he learned from anyway since she was more experienced even though she had never been taken. When he said that he hadn't felt uncomfortable, she smiled and whispered as she gazed at his lips. "Then I can only assume that we feel the same, when you touch me.. it makes me, excited and nervous but not for what you might do."She swallowed hard and leaned in a little more to give him another kiss, only this one a little more grown up as she slipped her tongue between his lips to swirl around his own in what she assumed had been his first kiss by a woman. She could tell because he wasnt as skilled as she knew he would become one day, she just had to remind to be patient. Her hand rested on his chest as she pulled out of the kiss as her cheeks were flushed red, her heart pacing she placed her hand over her chest, trying to bring his attention to her breast and the deep cleavage along with the deep neckline that actually dipped all the way to her stomach, her belly button to be precise, as her entire back was exposed. Skye Bliss said: She giggled and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips it was a regular stolen kiss, she realized that her king was but a boy and she would wait as long as it took until he was ready, she was going to be the one he learned from anyway since she was more experienced even though she had never been taken. When he said that he hadn't felt uncomfortable, she smiled and whispered as she gazed at his lips. "Then I can only assume that we feel the same, when you touch me.. it makes me, excited and nervous but not for what you might do." She swallowed hard and leaned in a little more to give him another kiss, only this one a little more grown up as she slipped her tongue between his lips to swirl around his own in what she assumed had been his first kiss by a woman. She could tell because he wasnt as skilled as she knew he would become one day, she just had to remind to be patient. Her hand rested on his chest as she pulled out of the kiss as her cheeks were flushed red, her heart pacing she placed her hand over her chest, trying to bring his attention to her breast and the deep cleavage along with the deep neckline that actually dipped all the way to her stomach, her belly button to be precise, as her entire back was exposed."Forgive me." Click to expand... Tommen nodded, closing his eyes as she took another kiss from him. A deep one, the first he had experienced. The boy king did his best to keep up with her, though his inexperience showed. "Th Th Th That was nice." He stuttered for a moment, a wide grin on his face. "There is nothing to forgive." Tommen assured the woman who soon would be his wife. His eyes followed her hand, doing exactly as she intended he would eyeing her chest and cleavage.A moment later, she would feel him roll on top of her, half of his body on the bed and the other half on Margaery, as the boy leaned in for another kiss. She was his and he was hers, so why not take advantage? She told him that there was nothing to fear when it came to doing stuff to her, so he may as well test that theory. And while the leaning on her was intentional, the cock against her thigh, rock hard and showing his arousal, was not. Margaery had giggled as Tommen rolled halfway onto her, she nipped at her bottom lip as she caught a glimpse and felt his hard erection against her thigh, she was sure this was what fueled his actions not that she minded in the least. As he leaned in for another kiss, instead of pushing him away like Cersei might want her to, she let him do as he wished. Too long had Tommen been in the shadows of Joffrey, now that power belonged to him and she would show him what that meant, if not only here.Her hands caressed his cheeks as she indulged in letting him kiss her, she closed her eyes as he moved closer opening her lips slightly so that his tongue could shove past them to meet with her own tongue and they could twirl around together in their own dance. She would let him kiss her for however long he wished, all while wondering if he would go further. Once he pulled out of the fourth long kiss, she smiled and ran her hand up and down his forearm. "My king, do you not want to rest? Or will you spend the whole night getting lost in me?" She didnt mention how his little friend must have wanted to stay up, as she initially wanted to."I would not mind it, but I do warn that those kind of kisses could warrant other kind of feelings you may not have experienced yet." It was her clever way of finding out exactly how far his skills went, and how much he had already experienced before her. Tommen held back from going further, still a little shy and unsure of himself. Plus, Margaery was not yet his wife, and he doubted she would want to do anything further while not tied down to him. At her question of rest, he blushed, realising he had gotten a little ahead of himself. "Sorry." He muttered, but he had a smile on his face still. He was not sorry for what he had been doing, but rather because it seemed like his wife to be wanted to sleep. "Either option sounds appealing, but I suppose we should rest." Tommen said, slipping off of her most of the way, but still holding her, his head resting on her shoulder."Probably should keep those feelings back until we're married." he replied innocently. From how inexperienced he was kissing, it was not difficult to assume that he had no experience with women. Snuggling into her side, Tommen had an arm and leg wrapped around her, trying to ignore how much he enjoyed touching her bare skin, like her arms and legs. "Goodnight." "I believe you are right my king, such feelings should be reserved for your lover... though I must admit it is a difficult thing to suppress such strong feelings. If I were in my own chambers, I'd be..." She trailed off as she looked off towards the side, not wanting to give away the fact that she touched herself at night. If truth was told she missed it, since it had become almost a ritualistic thing at night. She figured she would spend at least this night with him, and then tomorrow night she would sleep in her own chambers, though she knew if she told him now he would think it was something he had done. "Well let's just say that, I would have some me time." She looked at him with questioning expression as he snuggled to her, she pulled him closer than ever only this time she was on her backside so he could cuddle her frontside. "I do not know how you do it."She sighed and breathed out as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder, rubbing her fingers against his back. She closed her eyes and started to drift off, it was then that she let it slip out to her King. She spoke in an almost inaudible tone as she whispered softly to him. "My love? If it is okay with you, I will be sleeping in my own chambers tomorrow night. I will come back, I promise. All you have to do is tell me it send for me.. is that okay?"She was starting to go stircrazy not having a man's touch, Joffrey had done it to her before they were married touching and using both his mouth and hands on her. It was a wonder Cersei hadn't found the two. After that she let sleep take over her. Closing his eyes, Tommen listened to her heart beat, enjoying her company and listening to her soft voice. "Of course." Tommen replied softly, a little saddened that she desired to sleep in her own chambers, but wanting her to be happy. "Is this something to do with the 'me time' you mentioned earlier?" The boy asked, showing he was at least listening, and understanding more than his innocent nature may have let on. "I don't suppose I can help you with your 'me time'? Or do you have to be alone for that?" And then there were those comments, showing he had no clue what she was talking about, in regards to masturbation. He was educated in the ways of what sex was, but was unaware of the euphemism Margaery was using.Tommen fell asleep soon after Margaery. When Margaery awoke the next day, once again, she was the first to wake. Tommen had slipped off her body somewhat, but was still snuggled close. His hand had somehow managed to find its way between her legs, some light pressure against her sex as he softly snored. When Margaery had awoken the next morning feeling aroused she smiled with her eyes closed, letting out a soft moan as she stretched and allowed her eyes to flutter open. She could feel a soft slight pressure against her womanhood, wondering what it could be she glanced down to see his hand on her sex. Her eyes moved to her betrothed and smiled, would it be so bad of her to take advantage of this, allow him to touch or perhaps she could move his hand and fingers on her while he snored lightly, sleeping away?She struggled with herself for a moment before she slowly and gently placed her hand on top of his, her head quickly turned to look over at him to see if he had awakened and continued to stare at him silently as she pressed his hand down a little harder. She waited to see if he would awake from her touching and moving his hand anxiously, her heart racing in her chest. She remembered he had asked last night if her wanting to sleep in her own chambers and how she had pretended to already fall asleep.If he wanted to be apart of it, why not? After a moment later, she began to make his hand move from side to side slowly as she applied pressure. Closing her eyes as she laid back and enjoyed the feeling, she didnt plan on continuing until she orgasmed however knowing there would be no way she could keep quiet enough to not wake him up. It wasn't much longer until Tommen awoke, the first sign being his fingers curling, the side effect being they almost slipped inside her. Thankfully she hadn't pressed him against her naked self, or that would raise some questions. Yawning, the boy snuggled deeper into Margaery's side, before freezing as he felt something... wet. "What's going on?" He asked softly, feeling a hand on top of his own. What was he touching? Gently, he rubbed the area curiously, trying to identify it on touch alone. It was only when he felt a thigh on either side that he realised his hand had been between her legs.His first instinct was to pull his hand away, embarrassed that he had touched herthere in his sleep. But not only did she not seem to mind, but it looked as if she encouraged it. "D Do you want me to um... touch you here?" The King asked, clearly with no experience in this field. But again, all he desired was to make his future Queen happy. So he gently began to rub her pussy through the thin material of her clothing, hoping to do some good. She could feel her king awakening by the curl of his fingers, she almost regretted not lifting her skirts as she had originally thought to do, but in the end chose not to in case someone walked in or he in fact turned out to not like what she was doing. If she wouldn't have had anything on, that long slender finger or possibly more even would have slipped inside of her, which the notion seemed to excite her.When he started to rub on his own, and pat at her sex softly, she bit her bottom lip and stifled back a moan, when he finally looked down and seen what he was touching, her heart raced and she began to panic. "Are you mad?" She was quite surprised when he asked her if she wanted to be touched there by him, to which she replied with a shy nod and a tug of the covers up her body until it covered all her face but her eyes, as she looked at Tommen shyly.Her desire between her thighs had only grown and not yet been satisfied, Margaery could say that she was glad that she had done that in the end so that he could muster up some courage to touch her and claim her body as his own. Perhaps that had been her plan the entire time, to seduce the young boy first before anyone else had the chance to do it. Cersei would gladly wed him off to someone else, someone she liked a little more and could control.When he started to rub at her himself without her help, she removed her hand and laid back so that he could do this and she could relax. She nibbled her lower lip as her breasts heaved up and down with the shallow breathes she took, her mouth falling open as she moaned and squirmed in place. "Oh, Tommen, yes... like that but try pressing a little harder and try going in circles... um," she paused as she looked at her King through long eye lashes. "Would you like to touch it without the gown, my love?" She asked as she propped herself up on her elbows to watch his face and his hand and fingers. At her shy nod, he continued to rub, clearly a novice at this. He took her words to heart, rubbing a little firmer and in circles, finding the clit and stimulating that as best as he could. She seemed to enjoy it, even if he wasn't very good. They would be together for the rest of their lives though plenty of time to learn. But even so, his lack of talent was still good enough, watching her breath quicker from his touch. Just that...control, he had over her, just felt so powerful.Tommen was a little uncertain as she suggested taking her gown off, but figured that things would be more pleasurable for her if he did. A silent nod came from the boy, allowing the woman to disrobe herself. He looked away as she did this, as if to give her privacy despite the sexual act he was performing on her. "Have.. Have I been doing alright so far?" He asked. He had been doing this for her benefit, so if she wasn't enjoying it, he wanted to know. Margaery smiled when Tommen agreed to her taking her dress off, slowly she began to pull it down from her top, truth was she didnt need to take the entire thing off. She could have just lifted the skirts of her dress for him, but no, she wanted to ensure that he was hers and show off all her assets.She giggled when she noticed he looked away from her as she continued to pull down the soft fabric of her dress, he asked if he had been doing good which made her reach out to him once her dress had made it to the floor. With her hand on his chin, she pulled his head towards her so he could see."Please. Do not look away from me. I am going to be your wife, you have full authority to gaze upon it as long as you wish, now please, continue.?" Her gaze was that of a hungry woman full of desire, she wanted him and wanted him now, but she would be nice and go slow since he was in fact green. He was still quite shy, but gave a nod as he turned back around. Before he began, the boy hungrily stared at the body of Margaery, taking in every little detail every little freckle, mark, and bump. How her breasts hung invitingly. Before he continued with his previous work, Tommen reached up instead of down, taking a breast in his hand. Almost like a science experiment, he felt the weight, the softness of her skin, and gave it a small squeeze too. The tiny digits against the boob lightly teased the skin, even brushing the nipple briefly, before he resumed the task she had stripped down for.The King's hand ran down her body, fingers trailing along her stomach, until he soon found the prize waiting for him. His fingers resumed their movements from before, applying a bit of pressure to her clit and running it in circles. Tommen began slow, but upon finding her getting pleasure from this, he began to go faster. Margaery sat there, smiling at him once she had dropped her dress onto the floor, her left leg bent slightly at the knee. She was surprised when she felt his hand slip up her body to grab onto her breast, lifting it and squeezing it made her giggle but what made her moan was when he brushed his thumb over her soft nipple making it harden in his hand. She had been looking down, watching what he had been doing to her but when he let her go she looked up and into his eyes to smile. "You are okay?"He slid down her body and continued to tackle the task at hand in which she had displayed her body for, and when his fingers touched her spot and applied pressure a little more she gasped out a moan and nodded her head as she whispered out a soft. "Yes. Oh, Tommen." The circles had been a perfect addition to everything he had been doing to her, her legs separated even more to display more of her body for him. "Tommen, my love? Do you remember how you asked about my me time and if you could help?" She paused and nibbled her lower lip as she lifted her shoulders up slowly and looked at his hand on her pussy. "Well my love this is it, you are helping... but I really should still sleep in my own chambers tonight, but I want you to visit me." She thought it would be a nice change up, and she could surprise him by waiting for him in the nude since that was how she slept anyway. "Of course." he replied, letting his circling fingers alternate between fast and slow. She seemed to have enjoyed his touches, a great motivator for him to continue how he was going. He was worried that someone might hear the moans Margaery gave, but a king with a woman was nothing to raise an eyebrow at.She offered to have him visit her chambers the following night. He had never been to her room, of course never having the need to before now. It would be nice to know how she lived. And that she invited him to her personal space meant a lot to him. "I would love to visit you tomorrow night." He whispered, kissing her neck softly as his fingers sped up further. He loved that she kept calling him 'my love'. Every time she called him by that, she would notice his mouth turn into a small smile for a brief moment. Once Tommen had told her he would in fact visit her chambers that night, she smiled only to feel his fingers quicken causing her to pant and moan as she nibbled on her bottom lip, she reached out to grab at his shoulder as she squirmed around. She locked her gaze onto his and she warned him, blushing as she spoke. "Tommen, I'm about to..."Before she could finish her statement her juices came gushing out and coating his fingers, wetting the bedding and coating her thighs with her fluids. Once she caught her breath and her breast stopped heaving up and down she smiled and slid off the bed, cupping his face between her hands as she leaned in and kissed him. He had brought her to the point of release, so she figured she had the right to kiss his lips, they belonged to each other."I am already counting the hours down until we are in each others arms again, my love. I've never felt so alive.." she admitted as she stood there in the nude, she bent down to grab her night dress, pulling it on over her head. It slides on over her face and then the fabric falls down her body covering her luscious body. First it covered her breasts, and then it covered her arse and cunt. She pulled her hair out of her gown and then ran her fingers through her hair. "Not Renly, nor Joffrey ever made me feel so happy."She twirled on the heels of her feet, and then made her way out of his room so that he could get ready for the day and all the new kingly duties he would have to deal with for the first time. She paused at his door, turning back to look at him over her shoulder as she blew a kiss to her betrothed. "I will see you tonight, my love." When she walked out, she was met with a fully dressed Cersei Lannister.Their eyes locked onto each other, and Margaery passed by the queen regent without much words other than a casual greeting. The look on the queen regents face was anything but pleased, she stormed into Tommen's room hoping not to see he had lost his innocence. When she spoke, her voice boomed and echoed through out the huge room."What was the Lady Tyrell doing in your chambers, and in her night clothing, Tommen Lannister!?" Happiness is all he wanted for Margaery, so for her to say that he brought her more happiness than her previous husbands meant a lot. Still tasting her mouth on her own, he replied. "I look forward to seeing you next time." He felt the stickiness on his fingers from her orgasm, giving one a tentative lick before wiping the rest away. It was only after he had wiped it away, that he realised it actually didn't taste too bad.His cock hardened as she dressed, watching her bent over form with great interest. But his cock could sense the fear in him as Tommen saw his mother storm into the room. "We were speaking of the wedding." The boy replied softly, shrinking down slightly in his bed. She mentioned the night clothing and he was quite to shake his head. "Justtalking, nothing more." Cersei could see that her son was clearly flustered, his face was pink and his skin seemed to glow, for all she knew they had been in that room all night having sex. It made her hate Margaery even more, thinking that she had seduced the only son she had left and they would get married and she would lose her baby boy. She wrapped her arms around her, and almost called a servant in to fetch her a glass of wine, but instead all she did was stare at him misty eyed for a long minute before she shook her head."You do not just talk in your night clothes, Tommen! What if someone would have seen? What do you think, this could happen and no one would know? If this gets out everyone at court will talk. That will not look good on you as being the new king! You have to think of the crown and what is best for you and your people. This is not a game, Tommen."She sighed as she turned towards the door, pacing back and forth more like, she turned back to her son and then spoke. "I actually came to see you and talk about your future, your grandfather has told me that you wish to follow in your brother's footsteps and wed the little Tyrell girl. So, I have come to ask you to reconsider, do not marry that girl. You have a kingdom full of eligible women, why settle for the first woman that throws herself at your feet? There will be many many more women if you allow."Margaery had been standing outside of the door, listening to everything that Cersei had said to her son. It had hurt and stung like a knife being pushed inside her heart, but she knew her Tommen would defend her, she knew she had won him over already. She still found herself standing there, hanging on every word and unable to move her feet. "There have been worse Kings than me. Let them talk. My actions will prove what sort of King I am. So what if I have my future wife in my room? They won't care if I can provide peace, eliminate hunger, or whatever else they desire." He replied maturely. "And I cannot control the clothes she wears, it's her choice to wear night clothes or day clothes." Tommen added.'Or nothing at all' He thought to himself."What is so wrong with marrying her?" Tommen challenged. "I hear everyone talking about it being a good alliance to have, for the crown, for the Lannister family." The boy reminded her. "And maybe the 'first person to throw themselves at my feet' is a good option? It shows she's eager and interested enough to show she should be looked at as a candidate." Everything he said were good points, though a lot seemed to show his innocence too. "Without your personal prejudices, why should I not choose Margaery?" Cersei was furious but her facial expressions and stance portrayed a look of calmness, her arms folded over her chest, oh how she wished she had a drink in her hand. It had been too early in the morning to deal with losing her baby to that whore, she had only come to his chambers to wake him like she used to do so he could join her at the council meeting. She did not expect to see her with her claws buried deep inside of her son."Sweet boy, you are too young to see this but she plays at this game well. Of course she throws herself at your feet, you are a King! She wants to be a Queen, and doesnt care who she marries to get what she wants! First Renly, and then he met his demise, and then your own brother poor Joffrey, and he ends up murdered as well! I will not give her my last son as well!" Her emerald eyes blazed with fury.Margaery smiled and quietly turned to make her way to her own chambers, after hearing what she had to it made her day all that much brighter and put a smile on her face, pep in her step, and a song on her heart. She hummed a tune for the rest of that day as she did all the things she had to that day. "She plays well with the people. How would they feel if I were to choose a wife that they were unfamiliar with, when the woman they have grown to love is cast aside?" Tommen theorised. He really liked Margaery, which fuelled his verbal response. Normally, he was a fair bit more quiet if he had to argue with his mother. "And besides, word has gotten around about my intentions to wed her. If I pull out now, the outcry will be outrageous.""And you have not answered me. Give me one good reason I shouldn't marry her? One that doesn't contradict what I've already told you?" He challenged her again. "Grandfather was happy for the marriage to occur, he has no issues with it." Cersei frowned, lowering her gaze down as she sighed and blurted it out quickly "Because Tommen, I do not trust her and I am your mother so my opinion should matter for something if not ABOVE ALL ELSE!" She looked up and went to his side. Pulling him into her arms so that she could kiss his head, tightening her hug as she closed her eyes."You are all I have left Tommen, I need to keep you safe and I am just asking you to be smart about this take your time and see the bigger picture. She is only marrying you to be the queen." Margaery had spent most of her day lounging around, avoiding Cersei and her glares and questions, she was on cloud nine and no one was going to ruin it. She had taken a little walk in the gardens and gotten lost in how pretty the day was and once night fell she was even more happy.She wore her smile all through dinner and when she went into her chambers that night, she let her gown slide from her body and climbed into the bed slid under the covers and laid her head down as she waited for her king to arrive and unwrap his gift. Not once did Cersei offer a reason as to why Margaery could not be his queen. His wife. Nothing but her own prejudices, of course. Letting her pull him into a hug, he leaned into the embrace, allowing her to tell him that he wanted him to be patient and smart. Giving a nod, he kissed her cheek and let her leave, getting ready for the day. It didn't feel like that much later that he was on his way to Margaery's quarters. His mind still filled with the amazing morning he had, ruined only by his mother's meddling. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he had gotten lost three times. Eventually, he found the place and knocked, only entering when Margaery allowed it."Hey." Tommen smiled softly, still in robes that were somewhat regal. He had a long day, so this was the first break he had. Slowly undoing each layer, he was soon just in his underwear, and climbed into bed with his almost wife. "It has been a long... day." He curled up into her side as he spoke, his pause occurring as he realised she wore nothing at all. Or at least, he thought that was the case. He had to let his hand brush against her breast and nipple, then her pussy, to confirm. "Y You're naked." Margaery held the covers up high under her neck as she told him to enter, sitting up slightly in the bed as she pulled the covers with her. She watched him derobe and once he was down to his undergarments and climbed into the bed herself she smiled and scooted down lower into the bed. When he kissed her lips and ran his hand down her body, she bit down on her bottom lip and nodded at him."Yes, my love.. this is how I sleep in my own bed, I hope that you do not mind? I can put a gown on if that makes you feel better, but I honestly hope that you do not make me get out of bed. It is cold and I want to snuggle up to you for warmth."She wanted more than warmth but she wouldn't tell him that outloud until they were married, and she wouldn't give him her body fully allowing him to take her virginity until he had said the words in front of the royal court and placed a ring on her finger and a crown on her head announcing that she was his."What are you thinking my King?" "No... I don't mind one bit." He replied softly, kissing her lips and snuggling deep into her side. He needed this. Not just today, but he needed Margaery in his life. She was the missing piece of his life that he never knew he needed. A nice warm partner to sleep with in bed, a constant comforter both physically and emotionally, and someone he could be intimate with when the time came. It didn't hurt either that she was insanely hot, and liked him."Just something my mother talked to me about today." Tommen muttered. "Why do you want to marry me?" He asked eventually. As he waited for a reply, the King couldn't help but begin to explore one of her nipples, watching her face for her reactions. When he asked her why did she want to marry him, right after mentioning Cersei had talked to him that morning, she smiled and when she felt his fingers brushing over her semi hard nipple, she moaned. She shifted her weight to get comfortable, moving closer towards him as she tilted her head to the side. "I want to marry you because you are kind, you care about your people and you are still innocent. I know that is an odd reason but, you have not been jaded by the world yet and I find that refreshing. You are handsome, and it would be a good match, and because..." she nibbled on her bottom lip nervously.She looked up into his eyes, wanting the first time she said this to be special, so she leaned forward and placed her hand on his chest as she pushed him back into the bed until he laid down. She sat up on her knees and climbed onto him, straddling his crotch as she slowly grinded her pussy on him. She leaned in, her breasts slightly brushed against his shirt and then she placed a kiss on his lips, a kiss that was full of passion as her tongue darted into his mouth. After a few moments of making out, she rested her forehead against his, taking both his hands to place it on both her breasts. One tit for each hand and then she whispered it, "and because I love you, Tommen Baratheon." Tommen listened intently, happy she was quick to answer. He knew the question sort of posed for compliments to be given, but he didn't have that intent. So when she began to compliment him, the boy began to blush. Soon, he found himself pushed back, the older girl straddling him as she gave the rest of her answer.A soft groan was let out as Margaery ground her hips against his own. He looked down, finding her bare cunt against him, his hard cock's shaft in between the lips as she rubbed back and forth, before his lips were taken into her own for a passionate kiss. After a moment, his hands moved to her hips, stopping her from moving, knowing if she continued, he would cum.His blush intensified as she gave her whispered confession, telling him that she loved him. It was quicker than he expected, for her to say those words, but it didn't mean it was meaningless. Smiling widely, he kissed her once again. "I love you too." He replied softly. "But you might want to stop... I might g get a bit of a reaction." he warned, trying to say he'd cum in the most innocent way possible. Her hips stilled when she felt his hands grip them, and he told her that there would be reactions if she didnt stop, she smiled and giggled. "What if I want that reaction?" She nibbled her bottom lip, but then she slid off of his lap and then laid down beside him she made sure to lay on top of her covers so that he had no choice but to gaze upon her naked body.As she laid there, she looked at him and reached for one of his hands. "Tommen? When will you announce to Kings Landing that I will be your bride? More importantly, when will our ceremony be? I can not wait to be your bride, and start our life together." "Unless you're prepared to deal with the mess, you'll want to stop." he laughed softly, bright cheeks still. He didn't fancy ruining her lovely bed on his first evening with her. "Mother wants me to be patient." He sighed, as she asked her question. "To satisfy her, I'll wait a few more days. And then I'll announce it. Once I announce it, I'll try and make it a week later. I've heard that they do not want to wait too long, to keep up morale..." Tommen explained, his eyes running over her body as she desired. "Trust me... I look forward to our marriage too." he smiled, running a hand through her hair. She smiled and leaned in closer to place a kiss on his cheek before she rested her head on his shoulder, with a sigh she nodded. "Okay. I'll wait as long as you need me to. I do hope that your mother will not rule our entire lives though." She lifted her head and then turned over on her side so that her ass and back was towards Tommen, as she closed her eyes to try and get some sleep since he wasnt doing anything else for her. She huffed out but did not make any other sound as she fell asleep. He was a little fearful that he had upset Margaery, but knew it wouldn't matter too much in the grand scheme of things. Wrapping an arm around her, Tommen held himself close to her body as he soon fell asleep. His clothed cock nestled between her ass, fingers resting just below her breasts.

['Baratheon', 'Margaery', 'Joffrey', 'Tyrell', 'Tommen']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9306/

Naboo's Ghost

Naboo had fallen to the Trade Federation the first of many worlds invaded by the droid armies of the CIS. Escaping in the Storm shadow she had fought a hit and run battle with the young Jedi who had failed to save her world. She could tell the young girl was torn up inside over the loss of her master. An unarmed ship they had fled deeper into the unknown regions seeking new allies to liberate Naboo. The ship had run away from CIS cruisers and battleships limping along looking for supplies."Another cruiser dropped into the system" the sleek cruiser sped deeper into the system hugging the inner moons. Padme could see that the ships were launching fighters the new Naboo bomber was in the cargo bay. With the barge it made the entire room feel like a coffin she smiled they were so close. "Jedi you ready to earn you're keep" she asked over the com link she laughed they might live another day. she turned off the scanners like the ship lay dead as the nav computer calculated the next jump into hyperspace. The young girl heard the message and was soon at the bridge were Padme was. "I am" she said to the young queen. With her master dead and many other jedi dead she was the only one on the ship, and was doing her best to develop her powers and stick to the jedi's code. She walked up next to Padme and bowed. "How may I earn my keep m'lady?" she asked soon standing up. The young girl and kept her thoughts hidden on certain matters, one of which was causing her a lot of turmoil. She had enjoyed Padme's company, and she craved to be with her, but it went against all jedi teachings. Anakin, the young girl, was having problems with concentrating and was doing her best to keep the thoughts out of her head. The battle droid materialized on the bridge of the ship the Digitizer was a bizarre weapon it could turn a droid into data and send it through space. rolling behind her seat the blaster shot into the air landing in her hand. "Hold them off for" she looked at the read out before it was blasted into so much scrap metal. "five minutes" then the ship would drift free of the planets gravity well and could jump free.she blasted back at least they were not super droids the small bridge had trouble holding the platoon of 16 droids. "You can take care of a few droids" she continued to blast over the chair taking a droid in the chest. she could see the Jedi was preoccupied with something but she had not time to find out what that was. she continued to fire for each droid knocked down one took its place in the line. Soon blaster shots were flying theough the bridge as some of the loyal retainers of Padme and the droids battled it out. The young jedi was doing her best to not get hit dodging the shots and getting closer to the droids. Slowly slipping in and out of cover and deflecting a few shots she was able to get fairly close. She was having problems concentrating still worrying about Padme. She rose in front of some of the droids and began to cut them down, more and more kept coming but she slowly worked her way through the group pushing them back away from the bridge into a narrow corridor. She used the force on some moving them in the way of the shots to shield her from getting hit. Shots continued to rip through the droid and soon she threw the debris down at them knocking them down. She slowly began to retreat back into the bridge. "I I can t hold them up much more theres just to many of them" she said. Padme tossed a grenade into the center of the mass the grenade was blown up by a droids blaster bolt. "Damn droids" she cured pieces of metal slammed into her body knocking her back at least she was not shot. Moments latter the ship jumped away out of the range of the digitizer and into relative safety. she was carried into the medical room much off her upper clothing removed so they could clean the wounds. she was then dressed in bandages more to prevent infection then to cover wounds."Jedi you can come out of the door" she could tell the jedi was there even without using the much vaunted force of hers. she smiled reaching out for his hand after the death of her handmaiden she had nothing to talk about. it was clear from the look on her face that she had something on her mind that she was keeping from her. The ship was safe from the CIS for the moment it would take some time to find her. if they were lucky they could buy some weapons from a trader and finnaly arm the stormshadow. The young Anakin hurried up next to Padme. "This is all my fault" she said to her crouching next to the medical table. She had some tears in her eyes but she did her best to hide them, after all jedi were not supposed to show emotion. "I couldn't protect you well enough" she said to her. "I did my best and you still got hurt. I... I dont know if I can continue to do this alone we might need some help from other Jedi." Anakin sat there looking her over making sure everything was ok. "You... You'll be fine right" she said to her. Padme wanted to laugh she was such a girl it made her only the more adorable "I am fine a few cuts and bruises" she would not have thrown the grenade if there was any chance that it could have killed her. "Why are you so upset i am just a spoiled princess" she asked brushing away the tears. how he had become a jedi she had no clue he acted like such a child at her age she was fighting a war. "come on don't let the others see you cry" she pushed herself onto her elbow kissing her on the head. She blushed when she felt the kiss on her forehead. "M m'lady" she said to her surprised. She pulled away from her. She stood up and looked down at her on the table. "I... I need to go" she said nervously. "Make sure we weren't followed." She stumbled out of the room nervously emotions running rampant through her head. She exited the room and leaned against the wall next to the door. She had no idea what to think, were the codes of the jedi wrong or was she just not concentrating hard enough. She contemplated her thoughts doing her best to keep Padme out of her head. Dressing she inspected the cargo bay slash hangar bay the bomber had four engines to the two of the standard fighter. "C 3P0 do you know what is wrong with her" she asked the droid it seemed like she was turning more and more into a clutz. Sure she had gone through puberty but all the men on the crew were too old for her. "I do not know he seems distracted would you like me to ask her" asked the droid that would be just what she need having the droid try to ask her what was wrong. "No that is fine" she told the droid she hatted ware but had no choice on what to do about the CIS. The young Jedi went back to her quarters and closed the door. She began to meditate, trying to clear her head. They were safe for now so it was as good a time as any to do it. She continued to cencentrate clearing her mind of all things, and now all she saw was white. She sat there as if in a daze, sitting in her room. She could sense the crew of the ship wandering around getting their work done, she could also somewhat hear their surface thoughts but when she got to Padme she stopped not wanting to know anything, she might have tried to seek out information about herself, and she didn t want to go through her head. She just sat there begining to concentrate again. She had the barge loaded with trade goods she may not be a queen anymore but she still knew how to trade. "Jedi get down here i need you're help" if they could get a few weapons they would not have to run from every ship. The merchant wanted to meet on a small moon covered in giant mushrooms. "If you don't come soon i am leaving without you" she was sure it was a trap but from the scans the weapons were there. she held her side the small wounds still hurt like a mother even now. The jedi hurried to the where Padme was. She looked at her. "M'lady you are in no condition to travel" she said to her. "please Ill go get them alone, jsut stay here in the safety of the ship" she said. She looked out of the ship seeing giant mushrooms and some flying creatures, fairly small. "The wildlife might be dangerous" she said caring for her safety above her own. she pushed past the girl there was no way she would just lay down and let her take all the glory for herself. "i am nit so fragile" plus she did not want the girl flying her skill was enough to tear most ships apart. she was also the one that had made the deal he was waiting for her an not for the jedi. "they only eat fungus" she informed her the creatures were big air balls that fed on the fungus that grew on the mushroom. she opened the hatch and piloted the small craft out of the larger ship. the planet grew in the window she was sure she would hate the planet it was like some giant drug trip. She followed Padme. She needed to, for some reason she couldn t bring herself into letting the young queen leave. Anakin made sure to keep up. "Im coming with you" she said over the com following closely behind her in an escort ship. "Now where are we going?" she asked her. The Jedi checked her scanneds making sure they weren't going into a trap. "M'lady we should jsut go in pay them and get out stuff and quickly jump to another planet." she said. The meeting spot was atop a plateau that shot a k above any of the other surrounding features the tramp freighter was well armed "Foolish young queen to come with only one guard" a few droids fell from the belly of the freighter surrounding the pair in a matter of seconds. moments latter laser beams shot out reflecting of mirrors cutting the droids into small pieces."Looks like you should not underestimate Humans" the man fell to his knees begging for his life no doubt the separatist were on there way. the red light on her com told her that the ship had already detected an approaching enemy. she began walking to the freighter the traitorous merchant fell over dead clutching his chest. The young Jedi landed her ship and quickly followed Padme into the Freighter. "M'lady I'll go first" she said to her. "Let me make sure its safe," she said hurrying up the ramp her lightsaber drawn. She looked trhough the ship with the force detecting nothing, it was empty. "It's safe" she yelled out going to meet Padme. "I didn t see many weapons, there are a few, but they're all kind of... well small, nothing that will help us significantly." she said to her. "Thats just the stuff out of the boxes though." The door slammed shut behind them activating a magnetic filed along with shielding. "great a trap i hope they have food in this place" and water or they would be dead in a few days. at least the CIS did not know they were on the ship or they could just blast them from orbit. "You Jedi search for food" she ordered as she began to look for water in the small tramp freighter. it was already a bad day that had just gotten a hell of a lot worse. Anakin nodded and began to wander throuhg the ship looking through containers and bins for rations. She walked into one of the large cargo bays on the ship and peeks around opening bins that generally were empty. It seemed like it was almost empty, maybe the bandits had a ship elsewhere. She peeked her head into another set of bins and smiled as she saw about 5 days of food. ""I think I found some food" she said over the com to Padme. "It looks like we'll have enough for a while, we could stay here for a little under a week." she said. "More than enough time to get the door open." Padme was on her hands and knees her shirt stained with blood her hand covered in thick dried red paste. "I think i need some help" she fell over on her back looking up she was sweating and breathing hard. she could see that Anakin was still looking through some boxes. "Can you help me" she begged reaching out to anakin she could see her vision growing cloudy as the blood continued to seep. "I think maybe i should have stayed in the ship after all" she was feeling bad. she could see that the blood was from the torn stitches all that excitement must have opened them up. Anakin turned around looking at Padme. "Padme!" she screamed running up to her catching her. She slowly laid her down on the ground making sure to not open the wound up any more. "Theres so much blood" she said taking off part of her robe and pressing it against the wound to stop the bleeding. "Padme" she said slapping her cheek to keep her from going into shock. "Stay with me" she said watching as she began to drift of into unconsciousness. She looked around thinking to herself where she would find medical supplies. "I should be fine" she told him blood streaked hand moving over her cheek she could feel him take her hand. she did pass out but the bacta tank near her was already on blood over the buttons her eyes closed. she was in a trance that her father had taught her as part of army training she had breezed over. now she wished that she had paid more attention she might not have ended up so hurt. "ill be right here anican" she was sure the crew would find the two of them maybe a day or two later. Anakin looked at the bacta tank and quickly took padme to it. She stripped her down and put her in the tank. She was looking at her as she floated there soon turning away. "Alright I have to leave her in here for at least a few hours" she said to herself. She sat there her back to the tank thinking concentrating and collecting her thoughts. "Please be Ok" she said to herself. she woke up unable to move greatly shoe looked around she was naked and cold she stayed in the bacta tank. "anakin " she tried to figure out what was wrong with her at least her wounds were all healed but she could not hear. "what do you need" she asked the computer maybe they could fly there way out of this. the trap was made to hold them for hours not days they could just jack the controls.

['Padme', 'Anakin']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/93087/

A new villain in New York (Yummy x Spud)

There had been a string of robberies lately, it had started out as small jewelry stores, but soon enough even banks were being hit. The connecting factor of these crimes, and the most unusual aspect, is that the valuables and money that were stolen were usually found only a short distance away, usually missing a few hundred, maybe a thousand dollars worth, of cash or gold. The police were baffled why someone would go to so much trouble of robbing a place only to abandon most of the loot so quickly, especially when they weren't being chased at the time it was dumped. Even worse were the lack of clues, not a single fingerprint or footprint could be found, the security systems had been ripped apart and seemingly crushed by some invisible force, leaving the police with nothing to even start with.Tonight was a night like many others in New York, and as had become a relatively common sound, the sound of a bank alarm going off. The front of the bank seemed to have been completely ripped away, further inside the door of the vault had been seemingly ripped off. Every security camera in the place had been crushed into a tiny ball of metal to hide the work of the culprit. With the vault door gone the cash inside was floating in mid air, all gathering in a giant pile, before it started to move out of the bank. Infront of the cash there was the sound of laughter piercing through the alarms. It wasn't a malicious laugh, certainly not the one would typically expect from the kind of villains in New York, this laugh was more like...someone having fun, as if this were the most amusing thing in the world to them.The villain who had called herself Mentalalaughed in delight as she floated up into the air, the gigantic pile of cash following closely behind her as she flew down the street between the tall buildings of the city. A thousand dollars worth of the cash floated its way to her hand, the rest staying in a huge mass behind her as she counted what was in her hand. "Ahhhh, oh that was so much fun! Haha, oh it's just so easy! Such pathetic little security systems and those idiot police have no idea" The girl laughed again as the sound of the bank alarm began to fade behind her, the sound of police sirens just as distant, coming from the opposite direction. Once again it seemed like she was going to get away, and the girl simply did a spin around in the air as she floated along, laughing in delight once more. Gwen was a student studying at one of the universities in New york. She didn't go to the university out of passion though, never really caring about anything other than photography. She only went there to try and hide her identity, she was Spider woman. She hid in plain sight and fought criminals whenever the time arose, going out of her way to go and save civilians while dressed up as a superhero. Something that sounded ridiculous but didn't actually feel ridiculous while she was doing it.over the past few months she had heard about this new string of bank robberies, she never got there in time to actually stop the robberies or find out who was doing it. The cops were no help either, the security cameras all being destroyed with each robbery. Seemingly no witnesses either. No one was sure what to think of it and Gwen knew she had to try and stop this person. The strangest part was how they never took anything they stole though, so they were charged with robbery and mostly destruction of property. Whatever it was she was going to have to be very careful.on an extremely lucky day, Gwen was out getting coffee. The bank robber had been getting more and more obvious with their crimes, starting mostly in night at first but now actually going on during the day! Gwen knew if she just stuck around a high profile place for long enough it would be broken into. Sure enough she was right, she heard alarms ringing! going off in broad daylight! Quickly running to the bathroom and slipping through the vent she started swinging from web to web, flying through the air at incredible speeds. Going straight to Mentala, she saw the flying woman gliding through the air laughing like a weirdo. Gwen raised an eyebrow and just kept following her, actually catching up next to her and gliding next to her. Keeping the same speeds that Mentala was and looking her in the eyes while webbing her way beside her."Are you laughing about how many friends you'll have once you're in prison?" Gwen said with a smirk, loving to banter back and forth with villains while they're fighting. Being rather obnoxious really, but it seemed to help her throw the fight in her favor a few times. Getting them mad enough to stop fighting correctly. She quickly sprung herself into the air and shot a large amount of web out of both of her hands, aiming it right towards Mentala's hands. Getting both of them stuck together like handcuffs along with the money. She then jumped to the other side of her and tried to look for what she was doing to stop her from using her powers. "You know! that's a really cool trick, not as cool as penn and teller but still a little impressive. guessing its all wires isn't it?" When she heard a voice beside her Mentala looked over and just laughed again. "Oh look, if it isn't Spider Girl come to play at being a hero" She smirked, watching carefully as the other woman sprung around in the air, webbing shooting onto Mentala's hands. "Hm? Oh no, whatever have you done to my hands. You've figured out my one weakness Spider Girl, I surrender, please, please don't hurt me anymore" Mentala's voice was dripping with amused sarcasm as she held her hands up a little bit, looking at them and using her power to rip the webbing apart, the tattered remains of it hover either side of her before simply dropping limply to the ground below."Wires? Well why don't you tell me my dear?" Mentala licked her lips, looking at Gwen who would suddenly find herself grasped by an invisible force, then thrown backwards into the side of a building, being pinned there as Mentala floated over towards her. "My my...." The force of Mentala's power pushing down on Gwen was also pushing her outfit into being even more skintight than usual, rather highlighting all of Gwen's curves. "Mmmm....that's quite the cute body you've got there Spider Girl...." Out of the corner of her eye Gwen might have almost caught a glimpse of movement in the crotch region of Mentala's own skintight outfit. "Maybe I should make you my next target, I bet it'd be fun to steal you away now wouldn't it?" She leaned in closer, then pressed her lips against Gwen's mask, right over where her own lips were, then floated backover laughing. "Maybe next time Spider Girl, if you ask nicely I'll make you a Spider Woman instead" Mentala grinned, starting to float away. As she turned away Gwen would find herself no longer pinned down on the building, but the giant pile of money that Mentala had stolen was now flying right towards her rapidly.

['Mentalalaughed']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/93155/

The Klingon Kerfuffle [ShadowOfDesire & ThomasRHellsing]

Commander Deanna Troi, counselor aboard theU.S.S. Enterprise, was an expert on excuses. She heard them all the time, from every source imaginable. Her job was to listen and advise, and because of her profession, she'd heard crewmen explain away their behaviors in every possible way during her tenure aboard theEnterprise.She'd also heard every excuse imaginable for rescheduling counseling sessions. The most prevalent was illness. Second was forgetfulness. Third usually involved the destruction of the officer's PADD schedule by a family pet or child. Knowing that some people needed to come to grips with counseling in their own time, she usually let the excuses be and simply rescheduled for another date. Those were thevoluntarysessions.Scheduling for mandatory sessions was far more rigid. Some crew members were required to submit themselves for counseling, especially after traumatic events or behavioral issues. One appointment could be accidentally missed with simply a warning. Two was grounds for disciplinary action by their commanding officer. Three... most never made it to three missed appointments.Thoseofficers warranted a personal visit by the counselor, and no one wanted a visit from an angry empath. But there were always exceptions..."Computer, location of Lieutenant Commander Thomas Talonis," she called to the ceiling. gt "Lieutenant Commander Talonis is currently located in Holodeck Two." "The Holodeck?!" Deanna's jaw clenched in frustration as she strode out of her office.While she normally kept tight rein on her emotions, she found that Lt. Commander Talonis was wearing on her last nerve. Sheknewhe'd received his summons, all three of them, but he wasn't making excuses for his absences he was completely ignoring her. When he failed to keep his third appointment, her irritation got the better of her. After a brief lift ride, she strode to the holodeck door and jabbed in her security code. The doors swept open, and she stepped inside the simulation, dark eyes searching for her prey. The room was dark almost black, a harsh difference from the always bright ship walls. With a couple seconds for the eyes to adjust, it would become obvious that it wasn't truly dark, what almost looked like tiki torches, although with a different wood lead to a path. It wasn't a long walk maybe eighty yards.Assuming the Councillor followed the path, she'd begin to hear noises as she got closer. A crowd cheering, or "wincing". If she approached closer she'd hear the dull sounds of flesh impacting flesh. If the noises didn't scare her off, she'd arrive at a fairly barbaric sight. Eight foot tall wooden posts hammered into the ground. Barbed wire wrapped around them. The occasional crack of energy arcing showed the "Fence" was electrified. Around it stood men, women, and a few children in basic clothing, no doubt from a farming world or colony.No doubt any good therapist would have a field day, and that was before sharp eyes might notice the pale figure in the ring. Thomas was so pale he practically glowed in the dark. That soft "China" white that made so many crave to touch betazoid flesh. His hair was also straw blond, and covered most of his head. His eyes a deep crystal blue. Had that been all the physical description it would have been easy to place him as a half betazoid like Troi herself. Until you figured in the fact he was every inch of 8 foot tall, and while leaner then the average Klingon, he was still thick with layers of muscle. Ironically enough while he had skull plates, they more resembled the Cardassian ones, without the distinctive "Spoon" growth just the four hind plates. It was also located a bit further forward on his literal forehead.Thomas was what he referred to as a "mutt". His father a result of a federation officer's capture during the Klingon War, the mother a mistake from a disgraced member of a disgraced house. They'd well never even known they were compatible to breed until 5 months after their meeting a ten pound boy had been born. A boy who was a rare meeting of genetic predisposed for loving and caring, and violence and rage. The young boy had become a young man, and eventually a young officer. Then the Dominion war came, and the young officer, who'd always had a best inside of him prowling and pushing at it's cage for release found it.The young man currently spitting out blood, spit, and at least one tooth looked at the Klingon, and two Jem'Hadar. Most would be worried, few would choose to take on the genetically bred warriors even one on one. Much less a Klingon battle master, no doubt an amalgam of them since the face was a bit blurry. But if the Councillor used her own ability she wouldn't feel fear. She'd feel excitement, passion, fun. Adrenaline surging so powerfully it almost felt like it could weep away a person. Only a laser like focus was also present, a determination to not lose. So intense it was almost like standing naked under sun on a beach planet. Then suddenly the officer moved.None of the beings were wearing armor, Thomas himself was wearing only blue jeans, the Klingon leather pants, and both Jem'Hadar the almost plastic full body suits they wore under their armor. The first attack was a dirty one, a savage kick right between the Klingon's legs. Thomas then grabbed him and leapt up doing a pile driver headbutt to his nose and face. The meaty crack showed bones had been broken. Most likely the Klingon's nose. As it stumbled back, few things took a shattered nose without a bit of a reaction, Thomas grabbed his neck, and with a single, violently twist audibly snapped it like chicken bone. The klingon fell and dissolved as Thomas did a forward roll through him. The two Hedar were moving forward. Thomas went low, his left foot lashing out to catch the one on the right in the leg bone, sickening crack noise filled the room. He then stood up and did a sort of twisting fall, based on kick boxing or jujitsu, and drove his right knee into the second Hedar's clavicle, drawing a noise of pain. Grabbing it around the chin, he yanked backwards. The bred warriors neck muscles may have been strong, but a Klingon's full weight easily snapped them, a sharp twist and the Hedar was now looking behind himself. The "mutt" then went into a back roll to avoid the last enemies punch. However he landed awkwardly and before he could get up the Jem'Hedar stomped on the middle of his back, driving him into the ground. Again and again. It then began to press down, choking him. The mud under him prevented him from getting purchase like he wanted, and he realized he could die. Rather then fear, pure unadulturated rage filled him and with a roar he squeezed. The Jem'Hedar grabbed it's chest as a crushing force squeezed it's heart. The distraction let Thomas shove it off balance. Forcing it to the ground he crawled onto of it swearing violently he grabbed it by it's face and began slamming it's head into the ground over and over and over again. Not stopping until the computer began to obviously dissolve the very dead tank bred warrior. He then rolled over and said, "D Damn, maybe she was right, increasing skill and turning off safety protocols at the same time was a bad move."He closed his eyes just enjoying the fake air on his face for a bit. He spoke again "Computer, end recording. Save file under today's date to my personal log. Also post said file to "Space Battles" web site, with normal identification blocking software in place please and thank you." "Computer, belay that order. Quarantine all Talonis files and revoke holodeck access, authorization code Troi Beta Epsilon One Five Zero. Initiate program Troi Twenty Seven."Thomas' program shifted from his arena to Deanna's palatial office. Rather than upon the ground, he lay on a couch that was long enough to fit his tall frame. The holographic mud caking him was gone. His jeans were sweaty from the exertion, but otherwise clean. The counselor sat in a nearby chair, one elegant leg crossed over the other, a disapproving frown pulling at her sensual lips. "I suppose that fighting simulations can be therapeutic in certain circumstances, but not on my time, without my permission. You missed your appointment with me, Mr. Talonis. For the third time. You've wasted my time, yet again. That is a certain level of disrespect in that act that we shall be discussing in your first session. Your session starting right now." Thomas shrugged, "Maybe because you're a quack, admittedly a good looking one but talking about feelings is for humans and other races too weak to learn how to burn a bridge and get over it. I'm part Klingon doc, out people killed and ate our gods when they displeased us. Did it suck watching some friends die in the war, yeah, it hurt, you know what I did with it? I shoved it down, deep inside, and the next time I saw a Jem'Hedar I imagined it was the one who'd killed my friend as I pulled the trigger on my disruptor rifle. Or the next time I needed to interrogate one for fun, I imagine it was the one whose eye socket I was driving the Pain Stick into."He looked at her, "I get why the command worries, I've been beaten, tortured, starved, tortured, killed more sentient creatures then any other Starfleet Officer in the last century, if you discount fleet to fleet engagements. I've gone more blood on my hands then any other field commander. Any single one of those would be reason enough to let you and the other shrinks go at me."Blue eyes met brown, "But Doc, I'm not any of those weak races. Boo hoo, they had families, and blah blah blah. I grew up on a planet where if someone came for what was yours their were two options, they'd end up in a carried by six, or you would. When you grow up in a whore house you see all sorts of things, and I've never regretted killing something. The Tank Bred Bastards even less, they had no friends, no family, no remorse. Killing them was just about the same as turning off a machine."He smirked a bit, "So Doc, the reason I've been avoiding my "therapy" is because you are going to ask "How did it feel to kill them", and my reply will be "The same slight pull as when I shoot targets in practice with my Disruptor.", and you'd do that frowny thing all the shrinks do. Think I was hiding some deep emotional trauma, and we'd waste the next twoish hours of our lives. I've got better things to do." "An interesting theory," she said calmly after listening to his tirade. "Though one that is completely inaccurate. Command doesn't care aboutyourfeelings. They care about whether you are a danger to yourself and the crew. You see, trauma visits us all, and your race is no exception. Each of us processes that trauma in a different way. Some cry, some repress, some of us... get into extremely overmatched battles with holographic foes with the safety protocols removed.""I don't have to ask you how it felt. I canfeelhow youfeel. I am not just any therapist, Mr. Talonis. I am part Betazoid, like yourself, though my talents lean toward empathy and telepathy. I can sense all of the emotions that you repress, the turmoil boiling within you that you refuse to acknowledge. Your words tell a story, but your emotions tell the truth. You may lie to yourself, but you cannot lie to me."She shifted, glancing to the padd on her lap. "Your counseling sessions are mandatory for a reason. I am tasked with evaluating your readiness for duty, your temperament, your willingness to continue to follow orders. The fact that you've refused to keep your appointment three times tells me that you are wavering, walking a thin line between your battlefield experience and a standard tour of duty. If you are not well adjusted, if you are a danger to this ship, then you will be assigned elsewhere. You are considered a hero, Mr. Talonis, and no one wishes to see a hero treated poorly. However, if you have mental wounds that have not yet healed, you will not be allowed serve aboard this ship.""Is this in any way unclear?" The mutt shrugged, "Do I really have a choice? Since apparently I don't, does it really matter what I want? Hell, you think someone would realize trying to force me to do something against my will would be more of a "trigger" then anything else. It's sort of funny how similar the federation is. Do what we want, or suffer, right, wrong, who gives a damn it's what we want that matters."He shook his head a bit. Sitting up he said, "As for my fight, first of all it wasn't extremely over matched. I dunno if you were a prisoner during the war, but they'd often use prisoners to test new batches. You'd be sent to a room a Jem'Hedar, you won, you got a bit more food and drugs to numb the pain. You lost, well they'd mop you up. Rinse and repeat until they got bored. My record was 8 or 9 I think. I want to work with my security staff on how to fight a physically stronger foe without shooting them. It's a fine line between training and massacre. The barbed wire fence is from a memory, how I made money back home, you know how it goes, lock who arrogant brats in a ring, let them beat on each other until blood and mud run together, then get paid. Sixty percent of the bet went to the fighters."Blue eyes looked at her, "So, Miss Troi, since you seem determined to bug me, ask your questions I suppose if I've had shrapnel dug out of wounds before your probing into my stuff." "CommanderTroi," she corrected, meeting his gaze squarely. "That's my rank and what you will use to address me.""It seems you have a lot of opinions about the way that Starfleet conducts itself, even though you are a Starfleet officer. You are well aware of the chain of command, of following orders. You know that we have rules and regulations in place for a reason, to maintain order and discipline. Security is a prime example of this. You are more than a spear point to strike out at our enemies you are the shield that protects us all. For any force to operate above the chaos, there must be command. The Federation is not bullying you into compliance. You are required to comply because it is your duty as a Starfleet officer. You have a choice, but with those choices come consequences good and bad.""You have chosen to disobey a direct order because you believe yourself to be above those orders, that they have no value to you, and that obeying would be a waste of your time. What if the men and women of your security force make the same choices when you give your orders? What if they choose to ignore them because they believe them to be wrong, or pointless? You well know what would happen. You do not issue orders out of spite. You issue them because they are necessary.""These sessions are the same. You will attend them because they are necessary, whether you believe them to be or not. It is not for you to decide that you have little to gain from them." Her curls fell over her shoulder as she shifted in her chair, resting her delicate fingers upon the armrest. "Answer my questions honestly, and I promise that I will make our time together as painless as possible." Thomas looked at her, "I can call you Commander Troi, and treat you like one of them, the red shirted bastards who sent me to die. Or I can call you Troi, a friend, and treat you like a friend, and be honest with you. I made a realization long ago command doesn't give a damn about the truth as long as they can dot their I's and cross their T's."The mutt shrugged, "Doesn't necessarily mean questions shouldn't be asked. Do you know why I was assigned what was in essence a suicide mission? I broke the prime directive. See, a science station was on a planet of primitive beings. Unknown to them, they had a coolant leak which over time caused the pollution of the continent's aquifer. They nearly wiped out the species, when we arrived I ordered the vessel I was commanding to take as many of the sentients as we could fit to a nearby moon. That even though we could save lived, the fact I had meant I was unworthy of command."He shook his head a bit, demanding focus, "So ask, I'll try to answer your questions honestly." "Commander Troi will do for now," she replied. "We are not yet friends, Mr. Talonis, though I am not opposed to the idea. I haven't yet decided if you're the sort that would value friendship with aquack." Was that a joke?There was a small intake of breath at his story. "Yes, I am aware of the reasons that left you abandoned for so long in hostile territory. I've read the reports on the situation and admit that I do not agree with the judgement. Though it was a violation of the Prime Directive, I believe your intentions to be honorable. I am almost certain I would have made the same decision, were I put in that situation. I do not fault you for that action, Mr. Talonis, but I also cannot agree that you were sent on a suicide mission because of that. Starfleet does not put its officers in danger lightly. Every life lost is a travesty. Some species treat their soldiers like fodder, but that is not the case here.""I do not care what you feel about killing those that mean to harm you. What I wish to know is if this seeming abandonment by Starfleet is so difficult for you because it echoes the events of your childhood." Thomas sat down and shrugged, "Not really. My mother loved me, and my father didn't hate me. Life is hard on the colony worlds. I know lots of sons and daughters of whores who had it worse. Either sold off as indentured servants or put to work in the houses when they turned 16. I technically abandoned them when I joined Star Fleet. I could have become a dirt farmer. I just, well I'd rather jump off of a cliff." "Is that why you joined Starfleet? To escape the life of a farmer?" Despite her earlier annoyance with the man, she was genuinely curious about his origins. She'd read his file, of course, and knew of his unique genetics, but DNA wasn't everything there was to know of a person. Thomas chuckled a bit, "Part of it. See, the colony was a dead world before being Terra formed. This meant in essence any sort of live stock or fish had to be "Seeded". For example, Tuna was a major thing to eat, to make tuna you had to have eggs imported from earth or another world. You then had to put them in say a pond, and care for them until they aged to adult hood. You then bred let's say half your stock, and caught and sold the rest."Looking at her he said, "This would eventually lead to all the bodies of water having fish in them right. The problem was, Colony 1313 had a bit of a jump on terra forming. 10 generations in, and we've only managed to populate about 10 percent of the planet. Because of the lack of detritus to rot, literally the dirt has no minerals. So, if you want to say start a farm, you have to buy dirt that's had plant food and such added to it. That's what Pops did, think composting, but on a massive scale."Thomas ran a hand through his hair, "The other erm, problem is I've always been a pervert. Well, more like a womanizer? Nothing bad, everything was consensual, but well you know what the hormones for a betazoid are like, and add in Klingon impulses and yeah. I remember when my mum caught me with my hand up the local preacher's wife skirt, as I sucked at her tit. She knew it wouldn't end well. I was, 14 I think. Word got out about my less then "Wait until marriage" ways, and it was fun for years. Until I got caught with Nancy McDougal. Heh, the McDougal brothers were those sort, you know "Human and Proud", been in and out of jail since they were old enough to make drugs in their floor less shack. They were determined to "Get vengance for their sister's honor" like she hadn't been putting out since she was 14 for smokes or to get by. It all came to a head when I tore off Jack's arm and beat him half to death with it. Oh, um Jack had lost his arm in a mining accsident, he had an artifical one with a plasma weapon made. I realized if I stuck around they were going to kill me, or I was going to end up killing them. Plus I'd graduated the year or so previous and everyone I knew was either married, pregnant, or both. I realized I either had to get out, or I'd end up stuck with a baby or two and some woman who I could barely stand. I was getting drunk over that fact when the Federations once a year recruiter came by. I signed up and shipped out less then a week later." "So itwassomething of an escape," she said, interpreting his story with a simplification. One corner of her mouth quirked at the mention of Betazoid hormones. She'd already gone through the Phase, herself, and it had been something of an experience for all those involved. "Let us talk about your career for a moment, Mr. Talonis, after you left your homeworld. I understand why you would find a career in Starfleet security appealing. I have reviewed your file and found some interesting inclusions, specifically your fast tracked training and subsequent posting to the Hazard team. Do you contribute your speedy career to your harsh upbringing? Your own determination? Or something else entirely? Boredom, perhaps?" Thomas smirked, "Racism honestly. My commanding officer was an old bastard. He fought in the Klingon wars, and said that their was no way I'd be able to last. So I pushed. All my life pale skins had been telling me I wasn't them. I was good enough, smart enough, fast enough. You know actual Klingons so you know this, but on some of the border colonies they are seen as sadistic animals. Too dumb to turn on a light switch but that eat each other instead. I pushed twice as hard as those around me, it didn't hurt that I had a Vulcan on me team a son of the same house as Commander Spock. Not his son or anything, a cousin, but he was determined to do well. Alara my second in command was also on my team, a Bajorin whose mother was a sex slave during Cardassian rule. The final member of our team was a Ferengi believe it or not. We called ourselves the Federation's little team of Tokens."He ran a hand through his hair, "During our second year at the academy it got out what our first trainer had been doing, and he was replaced with a Bajorin officer. She saw what we were doing, and pushed us more. We were so used to giving 110 because of the racist bastard, we didn't even notice we were still doing it. We were later told that Star Fleet's training programs were designed for a certain base line, our alien quirks allowed us to blow that away. Klingons for example heal faster then humans, so we can put on muscle faster. I'm about double a human's ability, but a pure Klingon can make muscle something like 400 faster. Most just never bother."He chuckled a bit, "When we graduated we found out we'd been in essence running double courses both command and our "Basic" job. I know you know this, but in Star Fleet, you train for your basic job, then if you want more you go back into the academy or stay longer. You start out in your assigned area, and eventually as promotions and such come up you get them. By doing a "Double program" we were short listed since the command schools are always over full, but they always need more. I wasn't sure I wanted to command, until I noticed Hazard team, and saw it required what I already had so I signed up. Another year of intense training and I was ready." She nodded knowingly to much of what he'd explained, understanding the motivations of his people well. Her experience with Klingons was vast, both on a professional and an intimate basis. "The Bajoran you speak of Lt. Alara Shoye? She is also assigned to theEnterprise, is she not? Assigned to your team here, if memory serves." She tapped the name into her PADD to save for a later date. The woman had a history as varied and harsh as Thomas' own, but had shown no outward sign of trauma. Then again, her trauma was long past, and she'd likely come to terms with it. "I understand that she requested a transfer here once you were assigned to the ship. Do the two of you remain close, even after your lengthy time in enemy territory?"Deanna stretched out with her feelings, catching a little tendril of emotion from him. She was curious if he would reveal anything in his answer. Her own knowledge of the couple was that they shared certain intimacies, though neither seemed the type for extended commitment. Besides evaluating him, her job was also to determine what support structure he had in place and how well balanced his friendships were. She knew he had something of a social circle, but did not yet know how deep those bonds went. Thomas nodded his head, "I was assigned to Alpha Squad, she was to Delta. The battle that lead to me getting stuck behind enemy lines, her group was one of the ones hit hard by it. I think she said she spent a month or so getting her organs regrown after a photon torpedo knocked her transport out of the sky. She's probably one of my best friends. Keeg'an lost his legs and is currently working on Deep Space 9 with a nephew who lost a leg in the war. Jolie the Vulcan got half her face burned off, I believe she joined one of the Monasteries on Vulcan."He shrugged a bit, "Alara is a good woman, but well she has issues with the chain of command. She's decked a few superior officers in her time. Refused to follow orders that went against her code of conduct. Before her transfer here she was doing six months in the Federation brig. See, a planet asked the Federation for help tracking down a slaver. Only it turned out the head slaver was the son of a member of the planet's government. They were told to bring him in and release him to the locals. Alara has always had issues with slavers, so when the bastard went for a disruptor pistol she shot him between the eyes. Officially everything was above board. Unofficially the bastard was balls deep in a prepubecent girl when she raided his office, and she's never lost a night's sleep over killing the bastard. So she got six months in the brig, and another mark on her folder."Thomas rubbed his chin, "You know, I never stopped to think about it before, but all the best H.A.Z.A.R.D. soldiers tend to have shaky records. I wonder why that is." She tapped in a few more notes, deciding that she would likely need to schedule some time with Alara, as well. Her background warranted it, but she genuinely wanted to know the woman and how she'd survived."Perhaps it is because one must have a certain level of disrespect for authority or life, for that matter, in order to plunge into the line of fire time and again. Your past has prepared you to make the hard decisions more easily than others. You surge forward where others hesitate. Anyone in command must have this quality." Deanna tilted her head and rested her fingers lightly upon the edge of her chair. "What of your other companions upon the ship? Are you close with your team? Do you have other friends aboard outside of your department?" Thomas shrugged, "Me and some others get together from time to time. We were actually planning a meeting tonight. In alot of the ways H.A.Z.A.R.D. team is alot like a traditional military force. We fight together, bleed together, and become absorbed into each other's lives. It helps us fight that much harder. I tend to be a bit more reserved the first six months, but if you survive that long on a H.A.Z.A.R.D. team you're family."The quarter Klingon looked at her, "I think part of it is also we are killers. Security officers are just that, they are taught the mentality of defenders. Only going above and beyond that when they have no choice. H.A.Z.A.R.D. are taught kill em all and let their deity of choice sort em out. Did you know Security fatalities are down 200 since I made sure at minimum a H.A.Z.A.R.D. trained solider was on the bridge, lock up, and boarding party?" She nodded as she met his gaze. "I did know that, actually. If you think that we aren't paying attention, you are sorely mistaken. It was a very good idea and one that I am glad they implemented rather quickly. We are all at risk and your team helps to lessen that risk." The pride in his voice was clear even if she'd not been able to sense it."What do you do at these gatherings to let off steam and relax?" Did he even knowhowto relax? Thomas chuckled a bit, "Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke, and relax mostly. I tend to play the guitar some."He looked at the woman, "I know I seem to always be stressed. But Deanna, I'm not sure if you're aware of it or not, but I work on The Enterprise, the Federations flag ship. The ship that I swear every week is dealing with some new form of life, pissing off a god like being, etc. The ship that's gone up against Borg, Cardassians, Romulans, Klingons, even rogue faction Vulcans, and a hundred other energy based species or things that only exist because this ship has flown into them."His eyes were on her, "My job is to be prepared to deal with it. Next time we come across some black oily thing that wants to eat our souls. Or some floting energy fetus that decides to impregnate a member of the command staff. I did research into a type of ablative energy that carries a super charged proton current, that should serve as micro shielding. Ideally preventing all forms of teleportation. Does it work? No real way to no until something tries to get in."The blond ran a hand through his hair, "I'm a bit stressed, but I have a reason. Half the stuff this ship deal with is insane and no one would believe it, and the other half is walking the edge of a knife. I demand the best from myself and the crew because at the end of the day preparedness is all we can hope for." "Commander Troi," she corrected, her tone a bit more formal than before. She stiffened at the mention of her alien pregnancy and the birth of her son. Drawing in a breath, she dropped her gaze to the PADD in her lap. "All of us are under stress, Mr. Talonis. Everyone aboard this ship suffers through some manner of it. Perhaps not to such a great extent, but serving aboard a starship is, by definition, extremely stressful. As you said, we are the flagship and certain responsibilities come with that privilege and title. It is not that we are under stress, it is how we relieve it, be it with smoke, drink, spending times with friends, playing cards, or holodeck simulations. So long as you have an outlet for that stress, it is enough."She checked the time and decided they'd gone on long enough. "I believe this will be all for our first session. Perhaps you might think of other topics of conversation that we can cover in our next one. As your holodeck privileges are currently suspended until our sessions have been complete, I expect to see you in my actual office for your next appointment. The schedule will be sent to your room. If you decline to attend, there will be further consequences." Thomas nodded a bit as he said, "A valid point, and normally I do relax. I'm not sure what we'll talk about next time. Most of my issues I've learned to deal with. Like I said before, it's not like it's hard."He looked at her, "Would you like to join me and the fathering tonight? It's not uncommon for people to bring others. We're a fairly small group, but growing every meeting. Plus I play a mean guitar." She looked at him in curiosity, a slight crease between her brows. "You wish for me to join you at your social gathering with your friends? Would that not be awkward for all involved? Not many desire a Commander ruining their off duty activities." Thomas shook his head, "You forget I'm the same rank as you, we're just in different departments. Besides Commander Data attends he says it's interesting views on social interaction. My people know they report to me, barring you or Doc Beverly doing your whole medical over ride thing, and even the Captain can be effected by that. Commander Riker stops by sometimes, but he's got a bridge shift today."He smirked at her, "I can even program a replicator to replicate you appropriate clothes. So what do you say? You can prove I'm relaxing." "Appropriateclothing?" She blinked. "I suppose, if only to see what you deem as 'appropriate'. Tell me when and where this gathering will take place and what I should bring when I attend. Perhaps I will make an appearance, if only to see that you are dealing with your stressful position in meaningful ways." Thomas smirked and handed her a Replicator code. If she used it, she'd end up with a pair of cut off daisy duke jeans, a tube top, and a button up shirt with a knit tied to help preserve her modesty.Few knew that on large ships like the Enterprise their were what were known as "Hell Labs", ones where they were too close to the cooling and heating generators. So they were too hot, or too cold never really equalizing out. Or they were too close to the warp core, and physics were a bit odd. Some were too close to a relay and had power fluctuations. Long story short, they were labs that no one wanted and so were often left empty.Thomas had chosen a former horticulture lab for his get together. It was a few hundred feet, about the size of a small gymnasium. It was so close to a heating and cooling relay that it was a good ten to twenty degrees above comfort levels, thus why alot of skin was visible, skin and thin fabrics. Set up behind one of the bars was a alcohol still. Potent "home made" whiskey, vodka, everclear, all being offered up with fruit added. Thomas was drinking from a mason jar filled with blue berries and strawberries. Their was a medium thick fog of smoke in the air, Cannabis no doubt grown in the bay. The heat would prove good for that particular plants. Thomas's low gravelley voice rang out "Family Traditon" then "Ring of Fire". Some danced, some chatted around. some flirted. Most were drinking and everyone was sweating. When Deanna arrived, the scene before her wasnotwhat she was expecting. She stopped in the doorway, blinking at the scene, nostrils flaring at the scent of the fog. She was decidedlynotdressed in the clothing he'd provided. Instead, she'd chosen a simple, shortdressin a lightweight material of pale blue that flowed about her slender frame as she moved. The neckline was off the shoulder, ruffled, and showed no cleavage, allowing for some modesty despite the bared skin. Dark eyes roved over the scene, gauging the mood of the crowd and the emotion of the individuals within it. It seemed a relaxed atmosphere, as he'd said, though there was an underlying sexual charge in some of the groups where flirting might soon turn to other activities. Avoiding those groups, she drifted in search of Thomas.Imbibing in a jar of Thomas' homemade liquor, Alara elbowed him as she spotted the counselor. "Fuck, Thomas. She showed up. Why in the hell did you invite her? I don't like those touchy feely types that mess around in your head. You know she's going to take one look around this place and report your nefarious activities to your superior officer. Commander Riker might stop by for a song or drink, but he doesn't knoweverythingyou're up to. If he did, he'd shut you down real quick." She was scowling, a certain sign that his next overture at intimacy was certain to be rebuffed. Thomas took a hit from his joint before saying, "Nah, besides everything I'm doing here is above board. You said getting my license to serve and sell liquor was a waste of time. Technically as long as I've got that, and I have official documentation of everything I've requested I haven't broken any rules. Besides, all the members of H.A.Z.A.R.D. team have those instant system purification nanites, and a shot and everyone else will be fine."The H.A.Z.A.R.D. teams version of nanites were meant to remove poisons from the blood. They also helped speed up tissue regeneration. They were based on Borg nanites. With them no member of H.A.Z.A.R.D. team was ever really too drunk or stoned to fight. Plus while being stoned on shift wasn't ok, off shift so long as your drugs of choice weren't too self harming no one cared. Him selling booze and the stronger weed for replicator credits wasn't exactly expected, but that was as close to money as the federation offered and it wasn't super expensive. It also gave him a way to keep an eye on who might be getting too much.Blue eyes took in the woman's form, wishing he could see some brest flesh he said, "As for why I invited her. I've been a bit too up tight lately. She's worried I'm about to snap to the point of revoking my holo deck rights. Apparently the commanders think I'm some sort of pussy who should feel bad about war crimes. Like the bastards wouldn't have done worse to me. I figure finding out I'm skirting regulations in my off hours will show her why on paper I'm so strict. Work hard, play hard."He smacked the woman on the ass, "Speaking of, go play nice I've got one more song then I'll meet up with you."Thomas nodded to the band and began to play John Henry, Big Iron, a Boy named Sue, all by Johnny Cash, and finally A Country Boy Can Survive, by Hank Williams Junior. As the crowd cheered he headed for the head therapist and his favorite Sniper. Alara snorted, not at all convinced, but rejoined the crowd, moving as far away from the counselor as she possibly could. Deanna tracked her progress through the crowd, curious eyes following the woman and the spike of irritation she felt from her. With a soft sigh, she found her way to the bar where she was served some fruity form of alcohol with strawberries. She sipped at it lightly, careful not to drink too much. Her gaze fell on Thomas once he'd finished his set and approached. "An interesting gathering, Mr. Talonis," she remarked with some amusement. "Not that I entirely approve of all this... but everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. I sense relaxation and comfort rather than rowdy chaos. Your song selections are also very curious. How did you come to enjoy music from 20th Century Terrans?" Thomas shrugged, "The Country vibe was always pretty common out on the colonies. Working hard, playing hard, hard living in general. I've heard newer and older, my voice just fits singing it pretty well too. Klingon stuff requires me to go really deep, and most betazoid music is almost like religious hyms. Well, or pop music. Oddly enough I think Earth has the best music. Sure their's something to be said for Vulcan music with their bells, but again it's more deep and somber. With Earth music you can hit random and you might listen to anything from bubblegum pop to blues or Jazz." "An interesting outlook." She sipped at her drink, throwing a glance at the crowd. "Give me some idea of who is here and what they are to you. I don't need introductions, but I would like your insight on those gathered. I saw Lieutenant Shoye near the stage when I entered, though she didn't seem pleased to see me. Something there I should know about?" Thomas shrugged, "Shoye is a Sniper, that means she sees a target and plots a direct course through the target. It's why she'd decked more then one commander to made comments. She's head strong and sees you as an enemy. It doesn't help she has gives your degrees about as much credit as I do. She thinks "mind healing" is for pussies."He looked at Troi, "Being a commander, I'm more sneaky. She's worried you'll report us and get our fun time shut down. She doesn't realize as a therapist you have the right to check with the computer where I'm spending time. I'm also guessing given how nosey you are, if you saw me spending an hour a day or so here, you'd investigate. I figured better you find out from me."Thomas looked around, "Family mostly. We could die tomorrow, but tonight we're family relaxing." She looked from the crowd to his face, studying it silently. Finally she asked, "It is my job to be nosy, as you put it, though I you were not assigned to me so that I could report on your daily activities. I care for your mental health, stability, and your performance as a leader of the Hazard team. As I said before, command's only concern is that you might endanger yourself or others. I am here to ensure that doesn't happen.""Lieutenant Shoye is entitled to her own opinion, whether it is faulty or not. I would still help her, if she were in need." She nodded her head toward the stage where another performer had taken up the role of entertaining the troops with a revved up folk song that got several dancing. "I do enjoy the live entertainment. I've never been a student of music, but I can appreciate it." Thomas nodded a bit, and soon had pulled Deanna close to him dancing as the tune played. What started out as high energy eventually grew more somber then more slow The colors growing darker as the lights turned low. The surge of lust grew thick in the crowd. It wouldn't be an orgy or anything, but it was obviously people were relaxed and enjoying themselves, bumping and grinding. She stiffened at the familiar touch, but the alcohol had helped her to relax a bit. She was an elegant dancer, light on her feet, and took Thomas' lead despite the sudden role reversal. The song slowed, and she found herself swaying. After a twirl, she finally threw a glance about, sensing the change in mood. "I think, perhaps, it is time I retire," she said to Thomas. "Thank you for the lovely evening. Surprisingly, I've enjoyed myself rather well." Thomas shrugged a bit, "I may seem stressed, but well, when you're a member of H.A.Z.A.R.D. Team you learn to handle it. I understand why command is worried, some days I wonder if it isn't all a dream. But most I'm fine. When you've stood alone against a Borg Invasion fleet. Or held a position against a Jem'Hedar force that outnumbered you a dozen to one. Honestly, that level of stress can become addicting in a way. You learn to manage it."He chuckled a bit as he escorted Troi out of the room, "It's the stress of never knowing that rattles me here. And all the paper work. It's easy to go on a "Suicide Mission" because with enough balls, brains, and will power you can make it home. But assigning someone else to one? Sending someone's son, daughter, sister, or brother to do that, that's alot harder. Knowing when you screwed up. In alot of ways that's why I never want to enter the true Command options again. I'm in charge of a few hundred Security officers. I can't imagine what it would be like caring for a million souls or more on a vessel like this."He shook his head, before saying, "I had a nice time, I'll try to make it to my appointment on time Councillor."He gave Deanna a kiss on the knuckles like a true gentleman. "Youwillmake your appointment, Mr. Talonis," she said firmly, though she smirked at the gallant gesture. "I will send you your schedule tomorrow."Breaking away, she gave him a slight nod and went on her way to her quarters. Once there, she updated her files on Thomas to include the gathering and his views on his job duties and dealing with stress. To her surprise, he actually had a fairly good handle on dealing with his command position, which she would dutifully include in her report leaving out the illicit activities that might bring unwanted notice. He'd treated her to a drink and dance, so she figured it was the least she could do. Now to see how he handled his missions. After a brief thought, she checked the mission schedule and requested that she be included on the next Hazard team mission in some capacity. It was a few days later when her comm badge beeped. Thomas's voice came through, crisp and a bit harsh but not cruel as he said, "Doctor Troi, if you're coming on my latest mission report to Security's main hub. I'll have someone meet you to bring you back into the H.A.Z.A.R.D. team lock up. Bring a towel, soap and shampoo will be provided."The simple truth was, that by necessity, Security's location wasn't a secret. The problem with this was any enemy with even basic ship information knew what decks to hit to cripple them. Thus Thomas had requisitioned a dozen small rooms built into either defunct labs, or storage chests in maintenance closets with the load out for one to three H.A.Z.A.R.D. agents. The reason for this was so if the ship was attacked, the forces could "armor up" and arm up. While a few of the chests had been opened during boarding combat Security had never been taken off line.Thomas would send Alara Shoye to stand outside the cage for the Betazoid. They would be expected to shower in the H.A.Z.A.R.D. Unisex bathroom, using a special scentless soap to wash. It would have a natural low level shielding effect on the skin preventing U.V. damage as well as a natural insect repellent. Then they would apply the suits. Each had three layers, a skin tight almost latex one, that was a bio weaved synthetic skin. Upon being activated it would tighten up and sensors on it would show pulse, blood pressure, if the person was blasted it would tighten forming a bandage or even a tourniquet. It could also harden to set a bone. Once it was activated it would also go partially invisible, and could reflect most blade attacks, or resist them. Then came thesecond layerwhich further enhanced the damage resistant. It was designed to help turn energy weapon. However, thefinal over suitwas by far the heaviest, but because of the polymer plates they were very lite, but with added augmentations to the shield generators, and sensor equipment micro motors would also double their raw physical strength and speed if not triple it. The only thing visibly making it possible to tell the women apart once the helmets were on were the strips, Shoye's would be red on a yellow back ground, medics like Troi or Crusher's would be blue on a red back ground. Thomas however had acustom outer suitthe "Commando Model" from the war, it had even thicker polymer plates weighing in at around a pound. However it also had double the shield capacity that the other ones did, and was custom modified to increase his telekinetic strength by a certain degree. All of the outter suits were climate controlled and capable of purifying dangerous or foul smells. Because of the way the suits were designed rather then feeling like three layers of clothing it merely felt like one three times as thick Starfleet uniform.Thomas would enter once everyone was suited up, saying outloud his voice slightly modulated, "Outter comms check." He then spoke through through the internal coms preventing anyone from hearing them, "Internal coms check. Syncing bio data now."In the right corner of the screen they'd be able to see their pulse, heart rate, blood pressure, while on the left corner they'd see their three team mates. He nodded, "Ok, everyone lock and load, anything custom you want or any specific mods the Replicators are open. Double check your energy packs, food supply, and wter storage transporter buffer. This should be a milk run, but better safe then sorry." Deanna had no qualms about showering in the nude with others, but Beverly Crusher was a bit hesitant. However, she was a doctor, and was accustomed to dealing with nudity on a professional level, so she made quick work of it. The two of them suited up as instructed, finding the processing interesting, to say the least. Both had basic training in close quarters combat and knew how to handle a phaser, though rarely had the opportunity to fire them. The suits fit them nicely, as neither were overly large. Deanna was the shortest of the group and some accommodation had to be made for her shorter height. They responded to the comm checks and nodded the understanding of the suit displays. Once they were properly geared up, Beverly added her medical kit to her supplies and Deanna took another as backup.Deanna had been on countless away missions some of them far more dangerous than others though one never really knew what would happen until they were in the thick of things. The walk to the shuttle bay was a quiet one. As they settled on their chosen ship, flight delayed only long enough for the pilot to go through the safety checks and receive clearance, they listened attentively to Thomas' briefing on the situation. Thomas spoke, "At around 10:00 a long distance scanner picked up a distress call from the local class M Planet named Cal Co 3995. It's got an atmosphere with a high level of acidity. It's ground water and thus rain are lethal to bare skin. Our filters should last six hours direct contact. It also has a thinner atmosphere, so expect the temperatures to be high and humid. The only indigenous life forms are non sentient creatures with scorpion like tails, they very in size and a few Biologist notes say they have massive poison glands. The creature are night predators, and tend to be Omnivores. The local plants aren't directly harmful, but not alot of research has been done to their spores over prolonged term."He cut back to the main reason they were landing, "Upon closer inspection, the distress call is a Federation issue. Because of the planet's threats but atmospheric, and organic it was decided for H.A.Z.A.R.D. team to drop in. The distress beacon in a mile into a rocky canyon. According to the meteorologists we have 4 hours before a "Super Storm" that runs the planet's gambit reaches the distress beacon. Because of the ionization in the air we'll have to walk at minimum half a mile to reach the valley where the images show the ship is."The helmeted telekinetic spoke, "Shoye, you'll leave as soon as he land, their is a high mountain pass a half mile away from the distress signal. I want you to be over watch and sniper cover. I don't like this, a planet with nuclear based super storms is perfect to prevent escape. Our pilot will stay to make sure that the acidic condensation doesn't damage the ship. That means it's just you and me ladies to approach the ship. Any questions or comments?" Alara nodded, already checking over her sniper rifle and scopes to ensure her settings were accurate. The Bajoran woman was as stoic as ever and had already voiced her protests at bringing along two untrained females on what could be a dangerous mission. She prepped her weapons in a cold, stony silence.Beverly accessed the shuttle's computer and searched for the previous research on the planet. She frowned at the results. "The acidity levels of the planet's water systems vary with the season and frequency of the storms. However, I have neutralizing agents that will suffice for short term contact if our suits are damaged and it penetrates to skin. I strongly suggest that no one falls into any lakes while we're there."Deanna looked to Thomas. "Do we know what vessel this beacon belongs to? Was there any information on the crew?" Thomas nodded, "Our H.A.Z.A.R.D. suits are designed to handle extreme environments, a minor electric charge through the special plating. Plus they are air tight, and have a shield. Although obviously seals and such react badly to acid."He spoke as they touched down, "Chrono, set alarm 30 minutes."The blond shook his head, nodding to Alara to head out and get into position "Unfortunetly no, the beacon is just the standard shuttle or run about model. Part of the reason we're suspicious is no record exists of a Federation ship with run about's range of fuel. That tells us something strange is going on." Alara jumped out into what appeared a jungle and was immediately lost from sight as she disappeared into the trees. The shuttle door closed behind her and the pilot took off, heading for the second landing area."Comm check," they heard Alara over their suit's internal comms. "Heading to position alpha. No sign of any lifeforms in the area other than native wildlife."After a few minutes, the shuttle touched down again and the doors opened. Deanna and Beverly stood with their packs on and ready to go, closing their helmets before exiting. Thomas marched them fairly hard, enough that Bev and possibly Deanna would be sweaty by the time they reached the pod. Neither were in bad shape, but the sheer humidity was heavy and thick in the air. Thomas grew more tense as they walked saying over the coms, "Shoye, go live, wait for my signal. I'd suggest those bullets that can short range "Jump" through plating. The path we're taking is too well maintained. Plus I see scorch marks on some of the rocks. This path was made by someone."Soon they had reached the ship it looked old, older then it should be. he spoke over his comms, "You two stay close. If I was an enemy I'd wait until we approached the ship. The canyon is a perfect kill box."Sure enough when they were about half way between the ship and the wall, two dozen forms became visible as a Romulan stelth drive became visible. It was in rough shape, burned and marred, it was also ancient looking. A klingon with an eye patch spoke, "Surrender Federation Dogs. We are the House Krant Pirates. If you fight you will be tortured before being sold. If you surrender then I'll have my men be more gentle when breaking you."Thomas looked around, the crew has Kazon, a few Klingon, a few Romulans, a real mix of degenerate low lives. Even a few humans stood out. Thomas laughed low, using his abilities to project his voice, "Fools, you have no idea who you're crossing do you. Look at me, and my friends. We aren't like those pussy security officers you're used to dealing with. We're H.A.Z.A.R.D. team. I've got two teams in stealth suits surrounding you as we speak. You surrender, and I won't send all you bastards to your hell of choice."This seemed to make some of the men look around hesitantly. The captain laughed, "Oh, I doubt that. The planet had a nasty energy field, but with the right sensors you can detect a ship piercing the Ionosphere. We detected only one ship. A valiant bluff captain, but now you'll see why it's foolish to cross me."One of the larger Kazon stepped forward a baton crashing into his clavicle, then his side, where it was shoved into his chest and triggered. A klingon pain stick, designed to stimulate the nerves in a negative way. It was impossible to block to pain completely. It had been proven an empath or psychic near the someone effected with one could get a back lash. Thus it would seem odd to most that Thomas laughed. A deep, bitter laugh as he said, "Really a pain stick? Bitch I was in the war. I eat those things for fucking breakfast."The captain snarled, "Break him!"Two more muscular beings stepped forward each triggering a pain stick of their own. Thomas let them beat him for about ten seconds before he said a bit annoyed and obviously in pain, he spoke the "Kill em all" trigger phrase "Let the devil sort them out!"He then surged up throwing a grenade with his left hand, it had been stored in his tranportation buffer it flew right into the midst of the jeering pirates. His other hand delivered a hellish upper cut, snapping the middle sentience's neck with a single thunderous blow. a quick gesture and he was holding a pair of Klingon Disruptor pistols that he fired point blank into the two aliens who'd been beating him's face. He then made another gesture, and an Attrexian Arc Launcher was in his hand. He fired the secondary fire as the enemy seemed to be reorienting themselves from the flash bang he'd first thrown. The "Smoke bombs" hit the opposite wall and shattered causing a thick cloud of vapor to form. He dropped the weapon and snapped his fingers drawing and raising a single disruptor pistol he commanded, "Go back up the canyon, I saw a cave half way between us and the shuttle, head for cover. The storm will reach us before we can reach the shuttle."He then fired the Disruptor hit the thick plasma smoke and ignited it, causing a not tiny explosion. He hoped the pirates in it were dead. He'd be surprised if they didn't have a back up team in place or two. Even as he looked around some pirates t the edges of the cloud had just been thrown to the ground. He fired deadly blasts from his pistols, but if the enemy got a chance to truly regroup they'd sheer numbers over whelm them. He closed his eyes and small and medium rocks began to fly through the air, offering random shields, but it was the best cover he could provide. He spoke into his comm, "Lady Doc's, once you reach the wall, use your phase rifles to give me some cover and keep an eye on the enemy. Be careful the path is treacherous."Thomas hissed as some sort of energy weapon nailed him in the back. Luckily his shields held and he shot the bastard responsible in the face. He then spoke into his communicator again, "Aloye, once we're out of the party pull back to the shuttle. If Pilot is still alive message Enterprise, tell them what's going on and follow orders. My guess will be reload, restock, and come and burn these fuckers once the storm passes. If Pilot is dead, you're to return to Enterprise, and tell them everything you know. I'll keep visual records up and sent to the H.A.Z.A,R.D. data banks. Alara, don't worry, you don't have my job just yet. Give em hell." Thomas was not alone in his assault. Several of his attackers fell from sniper fire, proof that Alara was as good as he'd claimed she was. She continued to provide cover fire for him, taking out anyone that got too close. The medical officers did not balk at the attack, either. Both of the women had taken cover at the first sign of trouble and fired their phasers at the pirates. A few random shots went their way, but their shields held. At Thomas' orders, they both bolted from cover and started back up the path, taking cover where they could and providing cover fire for his retreat. They didn't stop until Thomas was clear of the pirates and free to retreat, himself.Alara's voice crackled over the comms. "On my way to the shuttle. Stay alive, Thomas. I don'twant your damned job."The wind had already started to pick up and the skies were turning a violent purple, rolling with dark and dangerous clouds that sparked with electricity. Dust and debris obscured their vision as they scrambled to reach the cave that Thomas wanted to use as cover. By the time they reached cover, the wind was so strong they had to walk at an angle. Safe to say that the pirates wouldn't be pursuing them until after the storm had passed. Nothing would be able to survive out in the open. In the cave, Deanna cracked one of their emergency lamps and sent the beam skittering over the rock formations, searching for signs of anything dangerous within. Thomas set four micro charges, and blew the entrance to the cave. It was the best way to stop radiation bleed, their suits built in datapads had began to click far too rapidly. A sign of the radiation that had been submerging them. Taking a few deep breathes he said, "People tend to forget 36 inches of packs dirt or 24 inches of concrete or packed rock is enough to block radiation."He equipped his Phase rifle, and began to fire on the collapsed entrance, using a medium strength wide dispersal beam to melt the stone together. Thomas spoke, "I think we're safe for now. The pirate even if dosed up on anti radiation drugs wouldn't want to risk that sort of almost caustic rain and mist. Most anti radiation drugs are to stop long term damage right?"Thomas wasn't trying to be a dick as he looked at Beverly, he honestly wasn't sure what hyper focused radiation would do to cells. He knew at some point heat was just heat regardless of how it was made. Plus he was always a bit worried he'd end up trying to make a weapon forbidden by Federation doctrine. Thomas set his mini replicator up, as it began to form what he wanted he said, "And here when I was hoping for a sexy Irish woman and my favorite betazoid in the dark, I imagine all of us wearing far less." Beverly snorted and gave him a look that clearly said 'I'm old enough to be your mother'. Rather than commenting, she took a seat to consult her data padd. "There are anti radiation doses that would stop the cellular degradation, some for the short term and some for long term. If they are positioned here on this planet, I imagine they would need some of both. Long term doses to keep them healthy in the interim and short term doses for when they are exposed to higher levels than the initial doses can handle. However, they would also need protection from the acidic properties of the rain, which few suits would provide for long term exposure. In short, I doubt they would risk it."Deanna took a seat as well and began digging through her rations for something to provide needed sugars to replace the drained feeling after the adrenaline rush wore off. "I sensed something of their intentions," she said quietly. "None of them good. They meant what they said about torturing and breaking us. If we are captured, they will do both ruthlessly." For Thomas it would likely mean extreme pain and torture. For the women, something else entirely. Thomas smiled at Deanna as he pulled off his helmet, both to save his suit's power, and to save the filters since the air was relatively clean in the collapsed cave system, "I wouldn't worry Doc, after all you're with Commander "Kill em all" Talonis. He's killed to many to get into Heaven, and the Devil is too scared of him to let him into hell."He smirked at Beverly, "Hey, women are like fine wine, they get better with age. To be fair both of you are attractive and older then me by at least 20 standard years."He popped his knuckles before saying, "Would you ladies like to set up camp here, or explore deeper into the cave? My guess is the pirates pulled back, and I worry going deeper we'll risk finding some predator. Suddenly the mini replicator dinged and the whole cave was full of white light as the small fuel cell of the remote control hover turret kicked on. It was meant to act as a light, and scout, however it was it's completion that saved Beverly Crusher's life.A massivethingwas clinging to the wall behind the Doctor. It's tail striking like a scorpion. The tip would have driven through her back where her shoulder blades and spine met. His right hand and arm shoved her out of the way. The tail continued on and it felt like a sledge hammer blow to the pelvis as it hip him making him spin a bit despite his mass and the armored plates. A nasty scored line was visible. His right hand came up holding an old style but heavily modifiedside arm. While the balistic based weapon wasn't normal, H.A.Z.A.R.D. team members tended to run into odd creatures. Kinetic force was kinetic force, and ironically enough raw power tended to ruin anything's day. Each shell was a custom titanium slug with a tungsten tip and with enough power behind it to hurt most organic life. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger. Rather then being blown into meaty chunks the creature slammed into the rocks and dropped on it's back. In a literal shimmer of light he had his Disruptor pistol in his hand and was firing a full power stream down upon the struggling creature. If they watched they'd see the beam slowly burning through the creature's natural armor. Thomas then flicked his wrist, raising his war axe high he brought it down again and again on the creature's neck until the head was separated.Moving over to his helmet he pulled it on and triggered the floating turret. On top was a white orb of light most likely a gas based bulb under protective plastic. Along the bottom were two barrels, a spark dancing between them. Along the under side was a small tiny anti grav lift. He chuckled a bit, "Sexy ladies, meet M.I.C.R.O. Mischevious Ionized Camera Reconnaissance Orb. Little bot has been my spotter for one or two missions. Most H.A.Z.A.R.D. teams have something similiar for sensor sweeps, to check out places before we go in etc."The small orb was about the size of a baseball. He looked at Beverly and Troi, "Bev, I want you to set up a hazmat containment area, and bisect that thing. It's skin reacted weird to the Disruptor. I don't think it's totally organic. Or atleast it wasn't originally. Set up your own containment sphere, it's blood is highly acidic. Micro, go fifty feet down the tunnel, activate stealth systems, use sonar pulses to communicate."He looked at Troi, "You Miss Councilor, I need to help me take my pants off. Not really, but that thing grazed my hip, I don't feel any pain but the suit is designed to stop me from feeling pain. We need to make sure my leg isn't being melted by the acid from the tail." "Do you not think that I would be more qualified to inspect your wound?" Beverly asked as she pulled herself to her feet where he'd shoved her, dusting herself off. Both women had readied their weapons as soon as Thomas acted, but they weren't necessary. Crusher looked at the deadly beast with disdain, lips slightly pursed in speculation. "I would not wager that this thing is in here alone. There could be an entire colony of..."Almost the moment the words left her lips, the probe began to blare as it pinged more sensor tags. They could hear the scrabbling of claws as several things rushed to meet them from the darkness of the cave's tunnel system. Almost without warning, one leapt into the air over Thomas' head. The beam from Deanna's disruptor pisol struck it full force, knocking it back against the wall. It screamed in agony, long tail whipping about with deadly force as the beam dissolved the outer carapace of its skull. A second creature came crawling along the wall, but Beverly had backed away from the rock and stood in the center with the other two, forming a tight cluster so they could see the threats looming from all directions. She fired, but the creature was too fast and leapt away in a shower of rocks, circling them in search for an opening. A third creature lingered in the shadows, waiting for the chance to ambush its prey. Thomas swore, "I was hoping if we stayed near the entrance we wouldn't attract any more."He ran through his possible and useful weaponry, most of his heavier duty weaponry was slow, and most of his quick weapons weren't the most powerful. Realizing what the best action was he grabbed Deanna and Beverly around the waist and forced them and himself to the ground calling out, "Micro, Gungir protocols!"Instantly a loud whining filled the air, before the smell of ozone began to fill it as well. Thomas ordered, "Rear deflectors full power, all power routed to rear deflectors, over ride Talonis69 engage!"Suddenly with a loud echoing "Crackow!" Micro fired off a massive bolt of electricity, however, rather then hitting one target, the current was so massive it arced out. Leaping between the organic creatures, screams of pain and agony echoing until after about thirty seconds the bolt died and the creatures steamed. Thomas's shield had taken feed back and were down to 50 effectiveness. Even so he was moving as the area seemed clear, and equipping a grenades launcher fired fire suppression grenades down the hallway. Each of them detonated, filling the area with air tight, foam that in a few miliseconds was as hard as concrete. Panting a bit he said, "Everyone ok?" "Well... I think that likely took care of anything that remained within the cave," Deanna said with a soft groan. She rolled to her back, pressing one hand to her ribs where she'd hit the floor. The suit had absorbed the blow and kept them from cracking, but she'd still felt the impact. She'd likely have a bruise to show for it the following day.Beverly sat up and removed her helmet, wiping a line of sweat from her brow. She was panting, as well, but was unharmed. Pulling on her water ration, she took a long drink and sighed. "I hope that's all we have to deal with in here. This place is too small for any more of that." She threw a glance at the puddles of alien creatures that were steaming from where they'd fried. All of them leaked a vibrant acidic green blood. "I'd like to know if these are a byproduct of this world's harsh environment. They seem suited for the elements.""Are you hurt, Mr. Talonis?" Deanna sat up, wincing as she did so, but seemingly unconcerned about her own aches. "Your suit took the brunt of that blast." Thomas chuckled a bit, "Man, when I was hoping me and you ladies would end up sweaty together, this was not what I had in mind."He took his phase rifle, and said, "As for me, I'm fine. My shield emitters are a bit damaged, but I should be able to rig them to 75 . I'd still like you to do what I asked before Beverly. While it's true checking out my wound is a good idea, I think our dear Councilor will be able to tell if I have acid melting my leg flesh off. After that the way to fix acid burns are apply a base and wrap it. To do a full autopsy on a potentially level 1 biohazard creature is something beyond Deanna."He looked at the Councilor, "No offense. Please inform me if I'm wrong. I know different councilors take a sub medical skill. I was told for most though it's First Aid, or Field Medicine, possibly Xeno Biology not the "Squishy" medicines like surgery."Talonis brought his phase rifle up and said, "Micro, inform me when we have two feet of penetration."The mico sensor suite beeped and he fired a wide phase beam. The reason why became obvious as the rock around them seemed to heat to red then cherry hot, fusing together as he efficiently worked the walls, ceiling, and floor of the cave. By using a phaser's wide beam he'd turned the loosely packed dirt and rock into a more solid rock. It was standard H.A.Z.A.R.D. team protocol when dealing with alien life forms that swarmed. Seal off both sides, and then reinforce the tunnel. While it didn't guarantee anything it would make it harder for most burrowers to move through.Thomas set his Replicator to making 7 more Micros, to provide both light and the best possible sensor array. He then moved to the wall and began to peel back the ballistic plates so Deanna could see his hip. Luckily while the plate was cored about half an inch deep, it had stopped the stinger. "You are not wrong," Deanna confirmed. She had basic medical training, but was useless in a laboratory setting except as an assistant. While Beverly began to set up a secure biohazard containment field so that she could safely examine the remains of the alien creatures, Deanna assisted Thomas with his armor."You really should refrain from your off color comments, Mr. Talonis," she warned quietly. "While you might think they are charming, they are not at all professional and neither of us have the sort of relationship with you that allows for friendly banter like you are accustomed to with your team. This mission is as much about evaluating your command presence and capabilities in the field as it is to give me insight on how your team operates. I am not the only one that will be conducting the evaluation. I know that the two of you might have some history together in a professional capacity, but I doubt that Dr. Crusher appreciates your innuendo."Removing the medical tricorder from her kit, she began to scan Thomas' bruised flesh, checking for any internal injuries that might not immediately present themselves. He'd been struck hard and was lucky to have not been punctured. Her hand rested on his pale flesh, fingers gently assessing the damage, brushing lightly across his skin. She pulled his armor back further to reveal part of his ass and the line of muscles where his thigh joined his torso. Her manner was professional, however, and she did not stray too far into any erogenous zones. Thomas shrugged, "Ah Doc, you don't get it. This is life, a bad flip of the coin and I'm going to be tied down and tortured to death by pirates. Or ripped open and devoured alive by the locals. Their are two ways to deal with that, suppress it all until you become so tense you shit diamonds and end up swallowing your own phase pistol when you start jumping at cracks. Or you stop giving a damn."He looked at her, sapphire blue eyes meeting her own brown orbs, smirking at bit as he said, "Pain sticks cause massive internal bruising via using electricity to stimulate the nerve and do superficial but painful damage to the blood vessels. This causes deep tissue bruises that hurts similar to broken bones, takes weeks to heal naturally, but doesn't truly physically impede a person like broken bones or damaged organs do."The bruise on his hip was bone deep, but only a bruise as he said, "I took a dozen of them, you know how I'm still up? Because I'm channeling the pain working it into a nice right orb deep in my gut. Next time I see a pirate I'm going to tear off one of their arms and beat them to death with it."He began to peel off the outer armor since they were safe and he needed to rewire the shield anyway. Looking at the woman he said, "I understand why to you and others of Star Fleet I seem unstable. The thing is, I don't really care. The Federation Admiralty board knows that as well. They know I'd have no issues joining a Bejoran anti Cardassian cell, or a Marki cell, the federation trained me in fighting, interrogation, gave me surgeries to be the best sort of killer they can. Now that I am, they don't want me to do that. After all, Federation heroes joining terrorist groups or anti federation approved groups, that sends a nasty message. Hell, you've seen my file, if have the shit they've done to me gets out the federation admiralty board will be under audit for breaking their own genetic modification rules."He looked at her, "As for Crusher, we flirted a bit after I got out of the war. She knows it's mostly harmless. She's one of the reasons I chose the Enterprise. She's the one who kept me alive while I came down off of Jem Hedar stimulants. While I was behind enemy lines, I took to using them, it causes near instant regeneration even in other beings. The cost is it's stupidly addicting and can over load most beings pituitary and adrenal glands. Crusher saved my life by using flash cloned Klingon glands to replace mine, was well as my heart and liver and kidneys."He laughed a bit, as he rubbed at one of the bruises on his sternum distractedly, it was already a ugly purple and black as he said, "Should have seen the looks she gave me about being the only woman I'd allow inside of me."He didn't love Beverly, and honestly even if she was willing to open her bed to him she was a bit too old for him. But the two got on like a house on fire, even if occasionally the woman wanted to set him on fire. She said he reminded her of William Riker and her husband. He respected that it was all in fun but he'd made sure the red head knew he thought she was attractive but didn't expect or want anything more. In a way he saw Beverly as a more practical mother type, and he liked to think she saw him as a son's friend who was always getting into and out of trouble. His own mother wasn't the type to whine about broken bones, or cuts. He shook his head a bit as he said, "Can you see if I have a concussion?" "Luckily, with the advances in modern medicine, you don't have to live with the pain like that." While she couldn't do anything about the bruises themselves until they were back on board the Enterprise, she could alleviate some of his pain. She pressed a hypo to his skin, easing the burden of the injuries. "I'm certain that even without that driving force, you'll still be able to rip off an arm or two and beat the offending enemy," she said with dry amusement. As he removed more of his armor, she straightened to inspect the rest of his body, checking the site that had been struck with the painstiks. Her touch was feather light upon his skin, moving across his chest, head tilted slightly in inspection. When she saw no other areas of significant damage, she put the hypo away.Nodding to his request, she gestured for him to sit so that she could examine him easily. A slight frown pulled at her full lips. "If you think you might be concussed, shaking isn't going to help at all." Using the tricorder's wand, she began to scan his cranium for damage, eyes flitting from his face to the device."You aren't a prisoner aboard the ship, Thomas," she said quietly. "If you're unhappy, you could always leave. They may not want to let you go for fear of what you might do when you're out from beneath their watchful gaze, but they couldn't stop you if you truly wished to go. Your life is your own. If you stay aboard the Enterprise, it must be for a reason." Her gaze lifted to meet his. "So what is that reason? I know it isn't out of fear of what they might do should you leave. You just said that you don't care. So why continue to suffer through this perceived threat you believe is coming from the admiralty?" "In America in the 20th century they had a saying, "Democracy is the best option, of the worst options."He ran a hand through his hair, "I know The Federation TRIES. I know they do, and I respect that from them. I know if you told every admiral about half the shit I've been trained to do and told to do, they'd be sickened, repulsed, and offer genuine heart felt apologies to me, and to the enemy I did that to. They would demand an inquiry and do everything in their power to hunt down those who did such things. Hell, honestly half of the admirals who green listed the ops, if you look at their records it was with the knowledge they were damning themselves. They felt that the war deserved such heavy handed reactions, but it was their, and my duty to carry the sins for the Federation. I've been told some suffer night terrors from what they ordered men and women in their service to do."He looked at Deanna, "I know in my head that no one is pure white when it comes to war. That literally all that exist are shades of grey. In my head I get it, I know it and I accept it. But at the same time it makes me sort of bitter. Especially when people try to quote rules and regulations to me. Like "Oh yeah, I'm sure the Admiral that ordered me to use a knife and some other tools to torture a Klingon woman for more information on their stealth system, that had be meat her until her orbital socket shattered and her eye ruptured. That admiralty board cares about the fact my shoes are a different level of shiny. Or my tie is one centimeter to the right. It doesn't help that I'm not sure if I'm proud of this uniform anymore."Blue eyes looked at the Councillor, "When you feel pride in what you do, making sure your uniform is proper is easy. Making sure you follow the basic command codes. But when you don't? When you are just doing what you do to get by? When it's people risking their lives, do such things really matter? You know what Star Fleet's death benefits are, they put you in an empty torpedo and launch you into space. What justification can I make to a mother, father, sister, brother, "Oh, your son, your father, your daughter, your sister is dead. Killed because of some screw up I made, but she was wearing perfectly uniform polished shoes at the time.".He looked at Troi, "How do you put faith in someone that has let you down? How do you give a damn about someone who you know has hurt you before. Without coming across as foolish. Blind Faith is an answer, but I can't make myself do that." After popping the wand back into the tricorder, she took hold of his chin to keep his head steady as she scanned, glancing briefly to meet his eyes but she didn't hold them for long. Her expression was unreadable, a mask she'd perfected from years of counseling others, learning to hide her true emotions so they wouldn't invade her sessions. But she considered his words and they made her sigh. She drew back, closing the tricorder with a snap and shook her head. "Thankfully, you were spared a concussion. There is some superficial bruising, but no damage within. Your skull is thick and the helmet dispersed much of the force. The dose I gave you for your ribs should help with any headache if you have one."Beverly was busy with her analysis, so Deanna retreated to sit on a rock near Thomas, removing her armor so she could inspect her side. She'd been pushed about quite a bit since they'd arrived on the planet and likely had bruises of her own, though she didn't think any of them serious. Even so, they needed to be examined. As she removed one of the plates, she threw him a glance. "You've expressed similar sentiments before, but still did not answer my question. Why are youhere? Democracy can be found in many places. You could be free of the Federation, if you so desired. There are worlds out there that are not under Federation rule or protection. There are ships independent of Starfleet where you could find work, security or otherwise. You might even find a ship of your own to command. It certainly would be within your capabilities.""So why stay within Starfleet when your faith in the system is gone? Are you looking to rebuild it? Hoping something will arise to allow you to believe once again? Do you believe you can help the Federation become what it should be in your current position? There is a reason why you cling to this life. I'd like to know if it is a voluntary decision borne out of a conscious desire to work toward some goal, or if it is simply out of fear of the alternatives." Thomas shrugged, "Because no one is without their sins? The Vulcans split from the Romulans, arguably making one of the worst cultures in the universe. The Klingons while they have the most "honorable" government can be bastards in their own right. You say I can find a better democracy, but if you really stop and really research it, the least corrupt and crooked government is the Ferengi one, and that's because they are so open it's impossible to call it corruption so much as standard operating procedure."He looked at the woman, "But the thing is, The federation is TRYING to be better. Most of the other governments aren't. That's why war with the Klingons happens every few decades. Why the Romulans are always a threat. Why Cardassia is a sess pit that the universe would be better off if it was burned to the ground. The Federation has issues, but of all the most broken systems, it TRIES to do better. It TRIES to make peoples lives better. Is it not better to try and fail, then to not try at all?"He looked at Deanna, "Their are also people like you, like Crusher, like the scientists aboard the Enterprise. Could I let someone else take over their security? Sure. No doubt I could half ass my job, or even have someone competent take over. But then, when something failed and they died. It would be me who felt the guilt. I was the one who screwed up, and let whatever happened happened. If I'm going to be the federations sin eater, I will gorge myself on them, and do everything I can to prevent the lighter side of the federation, those who still believe in the Federation who want to boldly go where no one has gone before, who want to meet and talk to new forms of life and study them. Those people, people like you to some degree are why I stick around. They are the carrot to the universe, willing to smile, and share technology to fix damaged food supplies or wells that have run dry. Always there, and when the next Cardassians, Klingons, Romulans, or whoever decides to take advantage of that person, that they are weak because they show kindness. I'll be the one to show them that just because the federation has a carrot doesn't mean it doesn't have a stick as well." "For what it is worth, I'm rather glad to have that stick on this mission," she said softly, genuine in her compliment. They could have very well died without Thomas' intervention, two times over. For all his haranguing and obvious animosity toward the Federation, he'd been trained well and performed his duty admirably. Only a handful of officers of her personal acquaintance could have walked away from those painstiks, and one of them was a full blooded Klingon.As she removed the last of her torso armor, she opened her under suit and opened the tricorder, reversing it to scan herself. It was awkward, but she only had to endure the strange position a few moments as the scanner did its work. One of her ribs was cracked, she knew, but not completely broken. She could feel the strain when she breathed and had endured such pain before. Finally, the device beeped and she looked at the readings to confirm her suspicions. There was little to be done about it until they could return to the Enterprise."How long is the storm outside likely to last? I'm not getting any communications signal from the shuttle. I'm assuming that the storm is interfering? Or the fact we're buried beneath solid rock?" Thomas nodded as he said, "That's another reason why. While all governments have their issues, at the end of the day I know more people effected by the Federation then the other governments. I walk away and I'm part of the problem not the solution."Gently shifting the armor so he could see what it said he pressed his hand to Deanna's side and the rib would quite hurting. Well not quit so much as be a bit more numb. He spoke easily, "Telekinesis is a useful ability when it comes to holding things in place. Should keep it from breaking or floating. Sorry, I forgot you and Bev weren't in full H.A.Z.A.R.D. team armor."Thomas popped his back as he said, "The Storms never end because of this planet's atmosphere. Instead they tend to travel and move. They are what are considered "Super Storms", they tend to stay in a single area anywhere from 2 hours two a week. The rock wouldn't effect Federation equipment, it's designed to deal with it given how many generations of away teams have had to hide out in caves and tunnels. I'd bet it's the radiation since it by it's nature effects other things on the U.V. and ultraviolet spectrum such as data bursts. Luckily you're dealing with two members of H.A.Z.A.R.D. team, not normal federation security."Talonis brought out an ancient looking peace of equipment from his transport buffer. A C.B. radio. Soon clicks, and dashes were filling the air, along with a few dashes of white noise. Talonis spoke, "Radio signals are low level radiation, by using a filter you can detect that. Add in a bit of morse code and you have good communication equipment despite communicators not being able to work."The quarter Klingon waited for the signal to start repeating, before he himself began to decode the message, "Eye visible in the sky, stop. Captain is aware of Pirates stop. Shuttle on stand by stop. Storm bad enough shuttle shields are showing damage stop. Ordered to return until the eye had moved on stop. Suggested wait time, three to five days stop. Any wounded or K.I.A. stop."Thomas sighed, "The eye of the storm is in essence the center. I was hoping we had just caught the edge of the storm and the eye was a few miles away. With the eye visible, it means we'll be hunkered down longer then I was hoping. Apparently it's already moved some though, so 3 to 5 days we should be able to move."Talonis began to click and dash his replies, and set it to repeat until a new signal was picked up. He then said, "I'm so glad they figured out the buffer trick, it means we have plenty of supplies and gear. I order all H.A.Z.A.R.D. team members to have enough food and water for a team of 5 for a 7 day week. Local days are 48 hours each. Can you wait and get Beverly fill her in, I'll take out and begin to set up the tent."Soon Talonis had set up a small log cabin esk tent. It had a main room with a couch, a holo screen pad T.V. beyond that wall were the rooms, each contained a bathroom between two rooms. The commander's room took up the right end of the hall room, the left was a decent sized kitchen. It wasn't really a tent, given thick sheets of phase resistant plastic covered the outside. Spray create was along the bottom as well set up to prevent any burrowing creatures. Obviously it was designed with comfort in mind, but also stealth given how it seemed to absorb light and was hard to see in the cave. Thomas chuckled, "H.A.Z.A.R.D. teams sometimes had to spend weeks behind enemy lines for a single sniper shot. Or interrogating a prisoner. Once I was made commander I began to work on more comfortable dwellings for long term mission points. With access to replicators and transportation buffers the only limit is your imagination and what's programmed. Unfortunetly the medium sized replicator can't make food for some reason. It's got so many supplies for making other stuff that the food is horrible. Luckily preserved stuff can be stored in the buffer. Anyone have issues with bacon cheese burgers for dinner with chocolate milk shakes to drink and chocolate cake for desert?"So maybe he was attempting to spoil the women a bit, he knew while they were too confident to show it they were worried.He was feeling a bit nervous as well. He'd be glad when Beverly was finished with her autopsy, and they could activate the shields around the dwelling. They weren't perfect but shields and automated turrets were his safety blanket.

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Knights of Justice (Quantum Tangle x ShadowOfDesire)

"lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" KNIGHTS OF JUSTICE Issue 1: The Lady and the Knave Why did they look at him like this? Clark wondered as he watched his two best friends look at him from their carriage. A wild curious stare of suspicion. What was there to be suspicious of? Well yeah there was that. The fact that he was stronger than any man they knew, and once they saw him blow away a barn fire, along with the barn. It wasn t his brightest moment but the blue eyed gentlemen with short black hair and a little twirling cowlick, but he always did his best. Honest just as his folks raised him.But the burning green gaze and soft smirk of Lana could only be challenged by the intensity of her reddish copper hair, which flowed wildly down the back of her green and brown dress. Meanwhile Peter was lazy with his straw hat strummed away tune on his lute singing. Some sort of nonsense that Clark was not willing to dignify, instead he rode upon the back of his steed with back straight and eyes forward. He was dressed in some ramshackle kind of armor made from scraps of the local Blacksmith and his own ingenuity. Even the chainmail had been crafted by hand. With jerkin and gambeson in faded blue clothe stitched by his mother. Look at you Clark Kent, Knight of the Realm! Lana cheered as she steered their carriage closer adding, Almost dashing I might say. But leave it to Peter with his mop like hair hanging in strands to ruin a perfectly good compliment by saying, Not yet Miss Leng. You see to be a Knight of the Realm, you must own lands The woman chimed, He has Smallville, we agreed to support Only to be cut off just as quickly, Also of Noble birth and be knighted by a respected Lord of the Kingdom. Peter s expression was dry as his picking hand fell flat against the lute, So he is nothing better than a Hedge at this point. It was too late Lana was trapped in that dreamy look she always gave Clark, yet the modest man never acknowledged. But Peter knew that his friend was aware. Was it jealousy? No, he knew Lana had always been this way since they were children. Pete that is why I must head to Metropolis. Just as Sir Kirk the Manhunter when he performed the seven trials of valor for old King Roderick. Clark spoke quite confidently.An old legend of heroes and men it told of a time when Sir Kirk was still but a nameless mercenary in the Kingdoms retinue. But he had no noble birth, no lands to claim. Sir Kirk was the lowest class in all of the Realms yet through perseverance and demonstration proved himself to King Roderick. Impressed by the man s completion of seven impossible trials, Sir Kirk was Knighted, given lands, and served the King until death. It was a story of nobility and bravery. One of Clark s favorites as a child.But to others it was a rarity and something, at least where Peter was concerned, taken with very little faith. True but how will YOU do that without revealing your secret? His friend questioned quite sincerely, as all three looked over the sweeping vista. Ahead there was an envoy of armed men and horses holding the Banners of Lane, and at the center a carriage all heading towards the same direction. What secret Pete? He grinned sharply. To which his friend with a strum of his lute said, Touch my friend. However all joviality was lost as something in the distance caught one of his many senses strangely. Screaming and yelling, commands he thought. From who? To which his vision focused in and noticed that not all of the armed men on horseback were noble or with banners. Among the host was a brightly dressed woman in ornate leathers of blues and yellows, wearing an elaborate face mask of a bird.Boots rising onto the straps Clark swiftly snapped the reins causing his horse to rear and bolt off into the direction of the noble envoy. A crude spangehelm in hand, the aspiring night placed it upon himself in charge to aid. Both Lana and Peter looked to eachother in shock. With a strum of his loot the young man gave a frustrated statement, And then he goes and does that! A tidal wave of marauders struck the cluster of guardsman with full force and steel rang against steel. The trees about them shifted and bandits appeared perched within them, picking off those along the outer edges. Blood spilled, men fell skewered or impaled, and chaos reigned. Above the din a deep voice cried out. "Protect the Countess!" Several of the guardsmen gathered in a small force, breaking away from the fighting forces.Fearful horses broke free and galloped away. Within the contingent of guards rode a woman of slim figure, her dark hair flying wildly as she spurred her horse into a gallop. She was dressed elegantly and cloaked in the deep, forest green of House Lane. Though they fled the scene, there was no fear in her countenance, only a dogged determination to survive the skirmish. The men that remained were outnumbered, but better armored. They fought to fend off the bandits for as long as they could, giving the others time to escape.Part of the bandit force retreated and the masked woman with it, circumventing the battle to bypass it for the road. They gave chase, taunts and cries loud as they rode after those fleeing. One among them had a bow, which he used with deadly force. An arrow flew and one of the guardsmen fell. There were only a half dozen remaining, spurring on the horses that were already weary from travel.As Clark neared the battle, archers turned upon him from the trees and arrows rained down from the skies. This was a first. For a man who had only known the life as a farmhand and close village tradition the most he had conflict were roaming drunks from larger townships, and the occasional thief. But this? His count gave him a count of almost fifty heads to the twenty some guards of the noble envoy. Perhaps careless Clark let arrows plug and rebound off his crude armor, only making quick motions to deflect any shots aimed at the horse. Charging head first the rain of lancing arrows the young Knight to be caught some of the tree perched bandits by surprise, with one being pegged in the chest by a carpenter s tool to the chest that was thrown by the man from his satchel. The masked woman waved her hand ordering her close contingent to break about Lady Lane and her fleeing envoy. With the intent to flank the infamous Magpie came from behind with five her own defending every direction, whilst four men on either side came with spears lunging towards the Guardsmen and their horses. Surrender now Lane and I will not have to shed any more blood! The Magpie wickedly threatened giving a shrill cackle, holding one hand to her lips to stifle a confident laugh. But all was not as planned as a blue helmed man upon a white horse rode upon the rear of the right flank. A dozen arrows with complete or shattered shafts protruded from the armor. Unhindered by this fact the man drew no blade or weapon, but instead chased upon faithful steed plucked men singlehandedly throwing them off their mounts. Perfectly unharmed save for the rough tumble and a possible concussion the Bandit Leader was taken aback at the sight. One man remained on the right, and with spear in hand attempted to charge the middle of the Countesses envoy. Spear tip close snagging the edges of her green dress suddenly a blue spangenhelm flew across impacting the Bandits ugly face. Tumbling back off the mount at breakneck pace the criminal could not avoid being trampled under hoof. At this point Clark with his short black hair feathering free in the air, and bright blue eyes fixated on the conflict charged ahead to sweep about the left flank in a charge. Brave and fearless he came head on with a long blade held now over head in threat. Amidst this chaos the Magpie was seeing the sudden folly and signaled her men to follow her around the right. Drawing out a crossbow she aimed the chambered bolt at the hind quarter of the Countesses horse. Leave it to a woman to do all the work. The masked woman sneered letting loose her shot. Someone screamed either the girl or the horse, it was unclear but it was the horse that dropped as an arrow suddenly sprouted from its rear flank. The girl tumbled to the forest floor, impact lessened only slightly by the mossy ground, though enough to still drive the breath from her. She didn't stay down long, however. Smart enough to know that a moving target had a better chance than a stationary one, she was on her feet in a matter of moments. She ran deeper into the trees where they grew too closely for the horses to pass and the trunks gave some cover from projectiles. A branch snagged her cloak, hampering her for a moment, but she ripped free, leaving the garment behind, and continued to flee. Her silken dress was soon in tatters from being snagged on countless bushes and low hanging tree limbs, and her soft slippers were soaked and ruined by the mud. Still she didn't stop running, searching for some place to make a stand to give her guards time enough to put down the rabble.They made a valiant effort, for all that they were outnumbered, and looked to be on the verge of falling to the brigand's ambush, but Clark's efforts did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. The herd thinned and they surged forward with new life, giving their charge time to escape into the forest. The bandits soon found their lives in mortal danger as they tangled with the better trained and better armored guardsmen. Seeing the tide turn, their leader took her small band around the secondary skirmish and abandoned their horses to follow the Countess on foot. They knew this land and were intimate with the features of the forest. A half dozen of them drove their prey forward with quickened steps and strategic arrows, turning her path aside time and again, sending her toward the one place where they knew she'd be trapped and helpless to flee. The Magpie led the way, cackling as she swam between the trees, her laughter spurring the Countess on a little faster each time.Lois was gasping for breath by the time she broke cover, bursting from the treeline to the wide open space that dropped off below. Miles of vista lay below, thick forest stretching in every direction. They'd driven her to the edge of the cliff that held no way down save for flinging herself off the precipice to her death below. She prowled the edge, heading away from the sounds of battle, but one of the bandits broke from the trees ahead, and then one behind. Finally, the Magpie herself appeared as the rest of her handful spread out in a loose semicircle to keep the woman from escaping.Panting, Lois took a step back, foot sending a shower of pebbles over the edge. Her stomach fluttered as she pulled free the long dagger she wore at her belt, holding it firmly in one hand in warning to any that might draw too near. She was cornered, and like any trapped wild thing, she could be extremely dangerous. Lois said nothing, but her blade glinted in the light as she twisted it to better grip the silver handle, eyes flitting over her attackers. The Magpie had her moments of frustration, cursing the arrival a man that terrifyingly dispatched Bandits with minimal effort. But now here she was surrounding her prize with her crossbow freshly loaded and pointed at the Countess, whose silver blade glinted in the sliver of light from the canopies. I promised no harm, and this is the thanks I get Miss Lane? The woman sneered with a hint of contempt. Her mask would not contain the bright smile now as the Bandits pressed forward slowly and the Magpie threatened, Now surrender. You have nowhere else to run, and your guards cannot help you if you fall to your death. Meanwhile Clark had managed to swiftly throw the remaining bandits off before darting towards the edge of the thick timber and woodlands. His steed could go no further. Stay Comet, I will be back. The man urged practically vaulting off his mount. Shuffling in his armor, he noticed one of the arrows graced a leather bind connecting his Pauldron. Annoyed by it he tore the piece away exposing his shoulder then with an effortless swipe down the front of his plated armor, chopped away all the jutting shafts of the arrows that managed to pierce.Racing on foot was a much quicker venture as he moved like the wind through the woods, only his armor was a bit more bulk than he expected. His left arm and shoulder collided with the trunk of a tree causing it to splinter away with a thunderous sound. This caused the Bandits to turn their attentions in shock.With a swift warning the Magpie stepped in front of Lois sight warning, Do not even think about running. I am still paid whether you are alive or not Countess, now back to discussing the terms of your surrender. Perhaps you would like to get on your knees?

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MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

It's been one year since the retirement of All Might and the world has gone on, every year new classes are set up, and a new wave of students take to UA. United States of Smash was the punch felt round the world, and from that day forward crime has risen across the globe. That said Hero recruitment has never been higher, and that brings you to my story. I'm the guy in the middle, a convict in my youth, my father was a pro hero who vanished under less than desirable circumstances, and I fell into a bad crowd.Matsuda Ito Happy town Juvenile detention center. There was a bell, and Matsuda got up from his bed, the small confined room, the hum of the florescent lighting hurt his eyes as he got up. He was listening to an old fashioned tape recorder, and had to lower the headphones as his door opened. An officer came to lead him out of the room. When he had been placed into this place so long ago they had put a restraining collar around his neck, the idea was to surpress how deep a breath he took and it worked for the most part, the thing felt like it was strangling him.Arriving down the hall, to see the man whom had set up this early parole he wasn't sure exactly how to feel about all of this. The man, or rather rather the smaller creature Nezu was a close friend of his fathers. The other was the class 1 A home room teacher, Eraser Head, the name made Matsuda chuckle. They removed the collar and for the first time in three years Matsuda could breath deeply, his quirk shut down due to the other mans presence.His stuff was returned to him, and Matsuda was lead out the main hall of Juvenile detention blinking as he got to see the light. "For the last three years you have shown good behavior. So in agreement with your mother and the governent, you will be coming to study at UA, learning to recontrol your quirk, and do better, the terms of your enrollment are as follows 1 You can not leave UA grounds unsupervized, 2 you are not allowed to reach out to any of your prior contacts in the underground, and finally 3 you must pass all classes. If you can manage that for a year than your parol will be lifted and it will become your choice to continue studies at UA."Nezu almost looked annoyed. "I'm doing this as a favor to your father, we can't allow a good quirk to go to waste, I look forward to seeing what you can do in the coming months."UA grounds first day of classes Early spring, it was the first day Matsuda had slept in a comfortable bed, getting the first pick of dorm rooms thanks to arriving three days prior to anyone else, his room could basically be described as the top floor penthouse. Though it was the same as everyone else, it had the best view of the internal gardens of the dorm. He stretched out on his bed and got ready for the day to come. getting dressed in actual clothing Matsuda already felt good about himself, though the wifi here was monitored which meant despite his frustration he couldn't view porn. It had been three years since he had interacted with a woman of the opposite gender, that was in truth a fresh hell all its own.especially for a guy going through puberty.He had a lot of reasons to want to make friends in this class, or at least try to be friendly. He knew he was on thin ice. While his record would be erased at 18, he would never get another chance to do as much good as he could through this class. It was a chance to start over.so approaching the school in the dawn and seeing other students walking towards it, he got a slight happy chill down his spine. Luckily none of the applicants had to wait very long on receiving either acceptance letters or rejections. In fact, it was the very next day that the mail came. It was with bated breath that Umiko whisked it away to her room, tempted to rip it open right then and there and yet, scared to as well. What if she didn t destroy enough of the robots? What if she isn t good enough, in comparison to the other applicants? Umiko collapsed back against her closed door, bright blue eyes intent on the letter as she slid down until she was sitting down. I don t know if I can do it, Umiko told the empty silence with an awkward laugh. I don t know if I can open this. I I could ve taken more of those robots down. I could ve Umiko searched for something to say, but ended up with nothing. N No, I I have to do it. I won t find out otherwise. Her heart in her throat, Umiko ripped it open and YES!! Umiko jumped up and down in glee, her watery hair floating about her. I can t believe it! I can t believe it! I got in! With a squeal, she whirled around and threw herself on top of her bed, kicking her feet.Classes start the next day. How cool is that?! An unfortunate thing about wings instead of fingers is that there is no such thing as privacy. Nearly every moment of every day is spent with someone else, helping you as though you are an invalid. How disrespectful.Sora Hanakawacould not open her own letter from U.A., but have someone else do it for her. No, it is not disrespectful, it is demeaning. Excuse me, but can I have it now? Sora asked as politely as she could manage, but of course her family either chose not to listen, or simply did not care about potential humiliation on her part. In any case, tears were shed and the letter in question was passed about. Look! Accepted! Passed with flying colors! Isn t that wonderful?" Have you thought of a superhero name yet, my dear? Sora closed her eyes, her frustration bubbling already. Yes, I have, she answered after she had a moment to compose herself. May I have my letter now? No! Don t you realize how proud we are of you? Lifting a wing, Sora had the soft feathers brush over her face. I am going to bed, she declared on a sigh. I need to be ready for tomorrow. Her eyes somewhat cold, Sora had her head up high as she twisted to leave, a waterfall of silver rippling down her back. Many protests rang out, but she ignored them all. ...Must you follow me so closely, Hitomi? It appears to be a beautiful day so far. Being that it is early spring, vibrant green fills the trees, and there is not a cloud in the sky to promise rain and ruin what fun lies ahead. Half a dozen conversations fill the otherwise empty silence, but Sora did not join in on any. None of the faces were familiar, first thing. It is also aggravating to attempt a conversation. Not only does she have to play nice, but she has to put a smile upon her face in order to act the part of a Hanakawa, else tarnish the family name. Sora let out a yawn, blinking back tears. Of course! Hitomi Fujitaprotested, a serious look in her eye and a stern frown on her lips. I am your personal guard, Miss Hanakawa. I have to keep an eye out in case there s any danger. You do remember the stories of what happened here last year, don t you? Sora had to fight not to roll her eyes. Of course she does. In fact, it was for that very reason she nearly was not allowed to attend U.A. Her mother was worriedsicksome evil villain may drop by to snatch up her precious baby .Drowning out the chiding prattle from her bodyguard, Sora instead chose to drink in the sight of her new school. Every step brought about a rather satisfying crunch on the cobblestone, and a playful breeze brought with it the scent of possibilities, of jasmine and cherry blossoms. Sora lifted her head up high, admiring how the academy is so tall in comparison to the other surrounding buildings. I am going to fly ahead, Sora finally spoke up, interrupting her body guard curtly while spreading her wings wide. M Miss Hanakawa! I insist you don t ! Hitomi was quick to protest, but it was already too late Sora had tucked her legs in and gone on ahead, casting a shadow onto the students that she flew over. Miss Hanakaaaawa! The name echoed, abruptly putting a stop to any conversation in a five meter radius. Hitomi coughed and pulled at the lapels of her jacket, blushing pink as she went after the harpy. I swear, when I get my hands on that girl No, wait. What is she doing? Hitomi screeched to a halt, halfway tempted to smack herself upside the forehead. Really! This would be so much easier!"Let me see..." Hitomi rolled her shoulder, tightening her grip on Miss Hanakawa's bookbag. A blue eye studied the distance between her and her charge... not that she really needs to. Taking several steps forward... Hitomi flung it at the flying figure. The backpack in question zoomed through the air, just to narrowly graze her face.Sora jolts back, a curse on the tip of her tongue. "What did you just throw at me?!""Yourbackpack.""What?! You could have seriously hurt me! Or worse!""If I wanted to hit you, I would have." A blank look written all over her face, Hitomi brought her hands up, using her index fingers to point at herself. "Remember? Acc ur acy."Rolling her eyes, Sora swept down to retrieve her poor, abused backpack from the evil clutches of her body guard. So many people. More students than he had ever thought possible. With UA's higher practices this year he had assumed that there would be less walking towards them. As Matsuda walked in awe of the school's sheer size, and everything that it represented. It honestly felt like one of those scenes in a movie where a character was about to bust out into song. He took a deep breath of the spring air, and then someone shouted hey look up.Huh?His eyes had been transfixed on the school so he didn't react fast enough when something heavy smashed into his skull. Matsuda almost did a flip as the backback hit the back of his head sending him tumbling forward. He sprawled out onto his back his feet somehow getting over top of him before coming down to the ground. He winced feeling his head where he was sure he was concussed.He glared at the sky seeing a winged creature. He jumped up to his feet his head still ringing as he grabbed the bag. "Who the fuck!"He paused for a moment as he saw the female form, the familiar bird wings white and brown feathers, he blinked memories of a life at least two or three life times away coming back to him, though he wasn't sure. Everything was so long ago, he felt like he was out of it.He blinked for a moment his eyes going wide, as he tried to put his memories back together and failing. "Seriously watch where your flying, you're bag could kill someone." Excuse me? Did he not see ? No, what is the point of arguing? It is best to present the evidence, and leave it at that. A breeze had silver hair dancing about the young woman s face, at first concealing any distinguishing features only, when she lifted her head, a pair of brilliant gold eyes were revealed. A flash of surprise could be seen within their depths however, Sora did not wish to delve into the past, not with him, not at all. Ever so neatly she tucked her wings up against herself.For some reason I am not entirely surprised.Then again, Matsuda s father has connections, money. It would be easy to get his beloved son into the most prestigious hero schools in the country, even if he is in jail. Perhaps if you were paying attention to your surroundings, instead of gawking, you would not be caught off guard or surprised to realize that I am not the one responsible. Sora used the talons of one foot to pick her bag up.Ugh. It is for this reason she has Hitomi carry her bag. It should not be dragged along the ground. It is a blatant sign of disrespect, at least, in her eyes it is. I cannot apologize for the actions of my bodyguard. Her eyes came to focus on him once again, only Sora did not say a word other than what is absolutely necessary. Their past is behind her. Just because he is part of her present, and quite possibly the future, does not mean he needs to be more involved than he has to be in her life. Now, if you will excuse me. Sora dipped her head as a way of bidding him farewell, and with one leg raised, spread her wings wide. A few rays of sunlight rippled over the brown tipped feathers. I apologize for any inconvenience Hitomi caused you. He watched Sora go through the same shades of reflection that he did, and for a moment he felt like he was about to reach out, but looking at her face was it, anger? disgust, either way it was an emotion he hadn't expected, and one that left him feeling cold and drained as he saw it. Watching her go off dragging her bag, he felt like he should follow for a moment offer to carry her bags. They had recognized each other, but the only words she had spoken to him were a quick apology and then she was gone, and he was suddenly left with a stomach full of hurt feelings that he didn't know what to do with.He had sent emails and letters, but never heard back from her, or actually anyone from the outside world. Seeing her now was almost directly alien to him and he didn't really know how to react or cope with the fact that Sora was here right now. He swallowed slightly his legs shaking as he watched her walk by him. Cold shouldered, he suppose after not hearing back from her even once he should have expected that, but at the same time.... it hurt to see it actually happen.Matsuda did eventually gather himself up, and get to moving back towards class. Arriving at class 1 A, the room was huge. Despite having to live on campus he hadn't actually been inside the main building till now so he was still kind of blown away by everything. Looking around for a seat, he tried to pick one that didn't stand out too much, in the middle range, but as he was looking he ended up taking the seat directly behind Sora.Yes she had made it kind of clear that she hadn't wanted to deal with him, but at the same time he couldn't exactly let it end like that. He just didn't know how to talk to her. For the moment he set up his desk, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut. "Sora?"He decided he had to try and talk, class hadn't started yet, so he was gonna try and make some effort to meet her half way. "That is you right?... what are you doing... here?"He didn't really have any better words for it. Just really curious about how she had gotten into this school, and why she was here in this class. Sora kept her head held high, her expression blank as she rejoined Hitomi. A verbal scolding was quick to follow, as to be expected, however she barely paid any mind to the words, only nodding every now and then to pretend otherwise. It was unnerving to run into Matsuda, especially since it has been so long since she has seen him last. How long has it been now? Three years? Almost four? No wonder it was different, to say the least. Her mind elsewhere, Sora went through the motions of unpacking her things in the room she was provided with. Hitomi noticed, however she chose not to say anything not yet, that is.It was not long before they began to move to her first class of the day. Sora drank in the necessary details of the hallways, of the windows offering splendid views of the courtyard, though she did not let herself get swept up or blown away, like the other students obviously were. Oh no. Her amber eyes sharp, Sora studied those that have already arrived, and aspire to be heroes. None striked her as impressive. Not speaking to anyone, she chose a seat towards the middle, though more off to the side, so her wings would not get in anyone s way.And of course, fate just had to have a laugh and throw Matsuda in this class as well. Does it not figure? Sora only looked at him for a moment, perhaps two, but then directed her gaze elsewhere. A veil of silver hair tumbled forward, further distancing her from him. As to be expected because of her rotten luck he just had to sit behind her, of all people. Did he not get the hint? Perhaps he wants to stick close for the time being, since he does not know anyone else yet ? Yes, that has to be the reason why. There is no other explanation.Hm? Did he just ? Apparently so. It does rip her theory into shreds. Yes, she spoke with no small amount of reluctance, it is I. Sora did not twist to face him, nor did she look over her shoulder. No, he is not worth the effort besides, she doubts she would be able to in these seats. Did the Academy not take into consideration those with different body builds? Yes, she is a bit unusual in this aspect, but there are stranger Quirks than hers. It is not as though she is the first. The reason why I am here is the same reason as anyone else here. Is it not obvious? Sora rolled her shoulders in an attempt to get more comfortable, but alas she could not. Maybe she needs to find herself a different seat ? If anything, I should be asking you why you are here, but I am not. It is none of her business, after all. Sora wants nothing to do with him, not when he did not so much as write her a letter, or fought to maintain their friendship all these years. No, she is not going to waste her time.Luckily, a teacher decided to grace them with his presence thus, putting an end to this conversation. Unlike the other students, who can take notes when they need to, Sora has to record everything on a small device and commit everything to memory. It is frustrating, yes, but alas, what can she do? Grow fingers? Ha. To be honest, if she had a choice, more than likely she would keep her wings over arms, regardless. It is so invigorating to fly through the sky Sora shifted in her seat, a grimace starting to settle over her features. Despite the fact that this was UA, the first period was actually very normal, they went through Home room, taking notes on the things they would be covering for the year when it came to their proper education, Apparently the second half of the class would be focused on physical education. Lookng around the class he was at least partly interested in meeting some of them, he could see a few interesting faces, and yet his eyes kept getting drawn to a sot white downy wing, he didn't really know what to do when it came to her.Did he just give up? She didn't seem to want anything to do with him, she had cut him out so long ago, but at the same time he wasn't sure what to do. He ended up copying his own notes, writing up a second set of them, and as the bell rang to signify the passing of one class, Matsuda got up, and then as he walked past her simply put the second set of notes on her desk for her.He found it hard to simply let it go, Sora was one of the only people whom he had tried his best to contact when he had been taken away. His mother had never really visited him, yet he kept thinking that one day he would get a letter from her. Once or twice he had thought of calling her, but when he had recieved no reply it hadn't seemed like a good idea, now they were both in this class, and he couldn't let it go. He knew he was probably just getting on her nerves, she had never asked for help, and that was probably gonna get him into the most trouble when it came down to it.Finally as they were able to move from one class to the next getting PE clothes. The uniform was form fitting for Matsuda, and it meant he had to leave his scarf behind which was a little troubling after so many years unable to take a breath more than a second having too suddenly fully control his quirk was difficult, and required a lot of focused, shallow breathing. It left him vulnerable as all of his focus was set to trying to avoid a deep breath. he didn't even really feel like he could talk in his current state, without the scarf to breath through he felt kind of naked.Walking out into the field he could see that a bunch of physical exercises were laid out in chalk. 100 meter dash, a distance yard throw, things that he was familiar with from the PE exams in juvy, but they seemed different."Right today we are going to test you based on your quirk, seeing where you excel. The two lowest pointed in the class will be cut from all further studies, so do your best."Oh...oh crud.Matsuda needed to find his focus, figure out where he would be useful, and make up for it, plus looking around this was a good way to meet some of his classmates, study them and see what he would be up against in the days to come. Amber eyes widened in shock, however before she could say anything he was gone. Why did he do this? Why go through all the trouble? Hitomi waited to reach for the notes, in case her charge decided to throw them away and yet, she did not say a word. Sora had no idea what to think, or how to react. Is he taking pity on her? If there is anything that annoys her more, it is pity. In the blink of an eye, Sora was off and left with no other option, Hitomi retrieved the second copy of notes. Until she hears otherwise, it might be best to keep the young Matsuda s kind gesture.It was humiliating to change into the gym uniform. Sora felt obligated to wait until the others left before asking Hitomi for help, or else have many eyes upon her criticizing, judging laughing. It is embarrassing. Not only are the pants are an issue, but so is the shirt as well. Of course Sora had to have the sleeves removed not to mention have the legs cropped, so she can move about freely.Hitomi even went so far as to tie her hair up in a high ponytail, so she does not get hot. Thank you, she told the bodyguard quietly, rolling her shoulders to prepare herself for whatever lies ahead. Sora joined everyone out in the sunshine, her eyes drinking in the various tests outlined in chalk. Wonderful. A nice breeze rustled her feathers, and Sora let out a soft sigh of appreciation. Her blue uniform clung to her breasts a touch tightly, and her pants hold onto her hips much the same way leaving very little to the imagination when it comes to what is hiding underneath.Sora did hesitate a moment or two before approaching the one familiar figure amongst fifteen. Why did you write a second copy of your notes? she inquired of him, feeling obligated to do so. I do not need your help. I have a recorder in case I need to remember anything. I I do not need your pity. Displeasure was shining bright in her eyes, and yet there was not a sign of it upon her face. It was right then the class found out just what, exactly, they will be doing today. Sora tilted her head, not too worried about the threat. There is a reason she is here on recommendation, after all. Of course she will not be expelled so easily.Not in any hurry to display what she is capable of, Sora let others go first out of courtesy. One did horribly, but the other three did fairly well. It is not very surprising. A few threads of silver managed to break free of her ponytail, just to brush against a pale cheek. Well. I suppose I should go next. Sora let a nonchalant shrug roll through her shoulders. Many of the other students began to openly stare, while others began to whisper behind their hands. Lovely. A roll of the eyes was all she allowed to portray her annoyance.A taloned foot reached out to pick up the ball. Let me see How far should she try to throw it? Farther than anyone else? Mm. Sora spread her wings wide and after beating them once or twice, lifted herself up into the air. A quick spin had the ball hurtling through the air, far off into the distance. She had to ask the question, why did he want to help her, it was a had question to find an answer too. For the last few years he had no one who had been willing to look out for him, so why try to help anyone else. His answer after a few moments of thought was a simple gesture, he smiled at her. "I just want a friend."The answer was genuine, but he knew it was going to cause problems in the future. There was a lot of unaddressed tension in the air between them, and while he could see she was mad at him. The look of mistrust in his eyes did sting him, but only so far as he let it. He was used to people not trusting him by now, he was used to displeasure and other things, they didn't scratch the surface anymore, even Sora couldn't hurt him with such a thing, instead he just smiled toward her, though he decided to answer her question with a question of his own."Why didn't you ever write me back?" The question he had been trying to hold back since the moment he had first seen her spilled out of his mouth, and he felt like a weight was off his shoulders, when it came to his turn to throw the ball he stood at the center of the field taking his spot and lifting the ball gently towards his lips his palm flat and open as he took his breath.releasing it in one hard blow it was like conjuring a massive shock wave that sent the ball flying in an arc, the wind was fast enough that it seemed to kick up the dirt and break some of the chalk lines, he even stumbled slightly as he had to catch his footing and ease himself back upright, years of having surpressed his ability to breath had inadvertandly tightened his throat muscles, and at the same time expanded his lungs meaning the amount of pressure he was able to exert over the single breath was probably enough to knock down a brick wall if someone wasn't careful in front of him they could easily be blown away.The phone reading came back, 803.92 meters.However as the wind around him calmed down, Matsuda was left with the whiplash of his quirk a coughing fit as the constrained muscles tried to deal with the difference in air pressure around him, leaving him feeling like he was choking on air, struggling to catch his breath, and when it finally came back to him his eyes were wet with tears, and he himself was breathing shallow, like he was winded, the pressure against his lungs felt like they had nearly burst out of his chest, and that had just been a single puff of air.The teacher walked up to him, "It will take a while for you to adapt to using your quirk again, You've been without it for three years, I'll have one of the doctors set up a few breathing exercises as homework, but try not to overwork your body."Matsuda was on his knees, nodding and gesturing for water. You just want a friend? she repeated, incredulous. Is he serious? If he is so desperate for friends, why not introduce himself to the other students in their class? It would be far easier than trying to repair what is already broken. Sora did not hesitate to turn away from him, her shoulders straight. Writing you back would require me to receive a letter first, don t you agree? As to be expected his Quirk is powerful, more so than she remembers. The ball was sent hurtling through the air at an astounding speed and when it finally landed, the reading came back as 803.92 meters. It is the highest so far in their class. As sad as it is to confess hers did not go nearly as far. In fact, it only went so far as 786.84 meters. In other words she may very well be one of the bottom two towards the end of this competition. Her eyes watched him endure a coughing fit, his body curled in on itself while he fought to catch his breath. It used to happen when he was younger, too, but it appears that it is more severe now.Does anyone have a bottle of water? Sora looked to the others, but seeing as how she never even went so far as to introduce herself it would be awkward to speak to them now. As a child, she used to be cheerful, enthusiastic, full of energy but she has grown into a teenager that keeps anything precious close, her thoughts and words often included. Sora twisted to face Hitomi, who so happened to be standing by just in case she needs anything. Take him a bottle of water. Hitomi dipped her head in a respectful nod, already opening the young lady s bag to find one of four she decided to take with them today. A small smile threatened to pull at her lips. I am only doing it because it is what anyone would do, Sora was quick to say, her words cold as ice. I am aspiring to be a hero, after all. I need to look after those that require help in any way. Her shoulders stiff once again, Sora turned away from the scene in order to join the others awaiting to start the next part of this competition to stay in U.A. Both wings rustled, just to fold across her chest somewhat awkwardly. Ito Matsuda? Hitomi knelt next to him, offering the bottle of cold water. Here. Drink this. It should help. Hitomi provided the man with a kind smile, a few threads of gold falling forward from behind a shoulder. It is a good thing Miss Hanakawa decided to bring several this morning. Once the bottle exchanged hands, Hitomi rose up onto her feet, a hand brushing off the dirt that clung to her black slacks. Do not take it personally, she told him next, her words low enough no one else could hear. Miss Hanakawa did not receive any sort of correspondence from you. I believe her father ordered it to be so. Icy blue eyes met his for but a moment before she went to join her charge. Sora did not look at him, not even once. Must I attend U.A.? she did ask Hitomi quietly, though, her words thoughtful. There are other schools that train aspiring heroes. Yes, but U.A. happens to be the best, Hitomi replied, and you know how your father wants only the best for you and from you. Sora fought not to frown, and instead watched as others started the 100 meter dash. Matsuda may have scored high in the ball toss, but the fact that he could barely move after put him at a disadvantage for just about any other event, he was still wheezing and had to sit aside for part of the class, he was handed the drink, and had he been at full power he probably would have questioned Hitomi further when she said that her father had ordered there be no correspondence between him and her.With the retirment of Allmight a year ago the world had changed, Endevor was now the number 1 hero, but others had changed. Sora's father was a high up number in the top five if he recalled, but the man had been ruthless even when they were kids. So of course he was cut off. He drank the water greedily, but when he saw Sora's cold look, he thought maybe it would be best if he stayed away from her for the moment. Maybe he would be better off elsewhere."A quirk that takes the user out of comission is not a good thing. There have been a few students with this problem before, but they overcame it in a few months." Their teacher spoke harshly appraising the evaluation."I'll give you three weeks, learn to breath in that time frame and you can stay, otherwise you can go back to whatever hole you were pulled from."That mixed with the cold words of Sora all left Matsuda laying on the grass, wanting to die. He didn't know what else to say other than this was unfair. At the mention of the fact that Sora never recieved his letters, on the other hand he started to get a plan together in his head. Of course he couldn't exactly move, so it was a plan only in thought, and he couldn't follow Sora home either, since she needed assistance he doubted she was going to live in the dorms like all the other students. Which meant that there would only be a few ways to get to her in class.The world stopped spinning for a bit, and he thought would manage to stand on his own after that, but even so it was starting to get late into the class, by the time Matsuda was able to rejoin the physical exam he had missed several events.Drinking from the gifted water bottle he was still shaky. "It's been a while since I've done that."His eyes were still towards Sora, but it was clear pushing the matter wouldn't do anything, instead he pulled out his phone and started to go through everything. Sure the phone was a gift from UA, but it still had WiFi, and there were no rules against accessing a personal email account on campus grounds.She may not have any of the letters he had written her, but he had kept all of the emails he had sent her. there were nine in total, the first one was a rehash of a letter, and asking if she had changed addresses or something cause he wasn't getting any responses from her, after that they were shorter things, till eventually he had all but given up, sending them, but still felt obligated to send one on each of her birthdays. As the bell rang for lunch he ran off towards the dorm a 15 minute walk.When he got back the second half of classes were starting, but instead he just walked up to Sora's desk, putting the printed copies of his emails in her school bag while it was unsupervised. As promised, two of their number was expelled on the spot but she was safe. Not that she was overly concerned. Sora lingered for the remainder of class not that much was done or said from that point on. Yes, each and every day they are to prove themselves worthy of being here. It was blatantly obvious from the very start so why reiterate this? Hm. Oh well. A soft, downy white wing rubbing over a cheek, Sora picked her backpack up carefully by folding her wings inward, to cradle it against her chest.Hitomi followed in her shadow, always vigilant always keen to protect her charge. Many students conversations died down, their eyes drawn to either silver or gold. Both young ladies are beautiful in their own right. As a Hanakawa, Sora exudes a cool dignity, a quiet confidence that is somewhat unsettling, and yet alluring, all the same. And yet, Hitomi is a cold beauty who looks unattainable. Perhaps it has to do with her being an older lady, or perhaps it is because of the sharp look in her eye but even so... Do we have anything else planned for today? Sora asked quietly, ignoring the awestruck looks she was receiving from female and male alike. Aside from unpacking the rest of our things? It is not as though she has any homework to take care of, however she would like to take this opportunity to relax while she is able to. No, I don t believe so? Hitomi placed a finger on her chin, icy blue eyes rising up to the ceiling as she thought it over. Actually, I m quite positive there s nothing else that requires our attention. Excellent. Maybe Sora will be able to bask in the waning sunlight or fly through the sky before nightfall. A yawn threatening to break free of her, Sora was careful to cover her mouth and hide it from view. I am just pleased you were able to get a room adjacent to mine otherwise, it might have proven to be troublesome. Hitomi couldn t help but nod her agreement. It was very nice of the Academy to do so. After all she is not a student, but she is going to be a part of the security detail. Sora let her eyes drift to the windows they passed by, drinking in the vibrant green just beyond.It was not long before she was behind a closed door, away from admiration and judgment. It was a weight off her shoulders. Yes, she should be used to such scrutiny and yet, it is difficult to endure day after day, month after month year after year.Of course, no one else will possibly be able to understand how she feels thus, part of the reason she keeps everyone at a distance. Thank you, Hitomi. Sora offered a wane smile while the backpack exchanged hands. I appreciate your help today. Hitomi returned the smile with one of her own, just to chuckle and hang the backpack up next to the girl s desk. Your welcome, Miss Hanakawa. Do you want me to pull out your recorder? Or do you prefer Ito Matsuda s notes? At the mentioned name, Sora stiffened, the atmosphere turning colder and colder and colder. I did not know whether I should throw them away or not, so I went on ahead and grabbed his notes, Hitomi was quick to explain, opening the backpack.Mm? What s this? Hitomi pulled out a stack of papers, her eyes reading over the print. This isn t a copy of notes These are emails? Miss Hanakawa? she spoke up at long last. I believe you need to see these. Sora frowned, but otherwise said nothing as she joined her bodyguard at the desk. Both wings were folded neatly against her sides,however she sat down to make herself comfortable for whatever is about to waste her precious time. Amber eyes glanced over the print first only to focus after a moment or two, reading more intently.Not even ten minutes later, Sora was storming out of her room with Hitomi stumbling after her, looking for the young man that is obviously responsible for not only intruding upon her personal space but also digging into the past. Where is he? she just about hissed. What is the meaning of this? Why can he not let go? It is best just to move on! Matsuda hadn't done breathing exersizes since he was a kid, they frustrated him, and every few deep breaths he felt like he was either going to choke on his own air, or cause property damage. Breathing in was easy, breathing out slowly was difficult as even that caused a wind to blow along the field. Three weeks, he had to learn to breath properly again in three weeks or he would be expelled, from his courses.To that extent he had taken up sitting in the courtyard outside of the dormitory. To that extent he had to focus on trying not to destroy himself or the world around him. So when he heard angry foot steps doors being slammed, and a woman's angry voice he didn't turn towards them, nor did he attempt to grab the scarf which would shut down his quirk again, no if this was going to happen he wanted it to happen naturally.He got to his feet, but he didn't face Sora, not out of disrespect but because when he spoke it caused the winds to change direction. "I take it you got my letters this time."He wanted to point out that the printed versions had dates on them, it wasn't something he could craft from his phone or something like that. His golden eyes remained focused out towards the setting sun. "You wanted to know why I never wrote you, I did write, I showed you the evidence to the contrary, so question before we start this, are you actually mad at me? or are you mad at the person who covered up the letters.""And second question, this one to you bodyguard, could me and the lady have some privacy to talk? I can't leave the campus without adult permission and the entire campus is monitored, I can commit no harm to Sora, this is a talk between... old acquaintances." Those words were painful to him, honestly he was probably more at risk than she was of being hurt."Maybe I'm forcing this confrontation a bit early, but we both have a lot more to worry about than one other person in this classroom, so say it." He turned towards her, doing his best not to breath towards her. "Whatever is on your mind, give me your best shot." No, Sora replied, the words cutting through the quiet like a sharp knife. Hitomi will not leave my side at any point of this conversation. It does not matter if you intend to hurt me or not. I do not give her permission to do so. Normally Sora does not issue orders to the female bodyguard, but as it stands she is not thinking clearly. Amber eyes, ablaze with fury, locked onto the young man standing before her, acting so calm and cool, as if there is no reason to be angry.Having taken the time to change out of her uniform, Sora was no longer advertising U.A. unconsciously, but rather her own style. A plain white tank top revealed an inch or so of pale white skin just above her dark blue jeans, though a white jacket was thrown over it not that it did overly much. Of course the sleeves were removed, as to make it easier to move about. It is a simple outfit, nothing which proclaimed she is of the Hanakawa lineage however, she is comfortable in this.A breeze had silver flaring out, several threads splaying against the ruby red of the sunset, the soft blue that is fixing to take over the day. It did not take long for the ponytail to unravel, for the waterfall to spill down the length of her back.Sora lifted her head high. What if I said I was mad at you? Her eyes locked onto his, amber gold with crimson red. What if I am furious at both of you? At you, because you cannot let the past remain in the past and at my father, for obviously taking matters into his own hands, and dictating who I can and cannot be friends with? Hm? What then? If she had hands, she would be tempted to punch him in the face however, she does not, therefore she has to resist the urge to scratch his eyes out instead. I do not understand why you are doing this, she continued on. Why do you insist on bringing up the past? I was hurt, but I have moved on. I learned I do not need friends. I can lead a perfectly happy life without someone to laugh with. Sora kept her shoulders straight, and yet it felt harder to do so, now that she had led the conversation down this path. It is difficult to keep so calm, it seems. Tears stung her eyes, however she did not let a single one escape.Why must this be so difficult?! Do you hope we will be friends again? Sora found herself blurting out. Do you want to work together, as fellow heroes? I just I do not understand why you are doing this at all! Is it because you feel guilty? No, it is best she does not know. Sora shook her head, just to lift her chin up again. If my presence is really going to be such a problem, I will request to switch to another class tomorrow, she told him. I would ask to go to another school, but I doubt Father would be alright with that, so I will make things easier for the both of us. How does that sound? "Life affords very few seconds chances." Matsuda said with a small shrug as he sat down in the grass again this time he was facing her, but even so he was intentionally straining himself to keep his breath light, and his voice quite so that he didn't send off any shock waves, he simply gestured to the empty field as if offering her to take a seat, an an action he doubted she would oblige him for"I don't blame you for being angry at me." He shook his head, when she said that she had learned she didn't need friends he winced looking at the ground. He had been alone for a long time, during his imprisonment no one, not even his own mother had come to visit him, and now he was confronted with one of if not the person he had most wanted to see, of course she would be mad at him, but he didn't really know what to say."Of course I hope that we can be friends again, you're the closest thing to a family I have left. Of course I want to things to get better, and improve, and I want to work with you. I'm willing to do just about anything to earn your trust." Matsuda kept his eyes downcast, he didn't know how else to say it. When she offered to simply step away and go to a different class he sighed he hadn't wanted to create this large of a rift between them."It sounds miserable." He sighed already depressed, already broken, he didn't exactly know what to say or do given the situation. If she didn't want to try and make things better there wasn't much he could do to force the situation. "I'd rather we tried to make things work, tried to work together, but if you really hate me that much."Getting up to his feet. "No need to ruin your future, my second chance was... fleeting, it was good to see you, I'll tell the school to send me back. What's two more years of hell."He took a breath. "For what it was worth Sora it was... wonderful seeing you again. I'm sorry." He was turned away so she wouldn't be able to see him crying, but he would set off towards the main building, with a word he would just go back to being dead. that was... fine. He could live with that. Idiot. How is she supposed to respond ? Amber eyes watched as defeat settled about his shoulders, depression pressed down on the young man. It was a sight that is almost heartbreaking. A small shake of her head had silver swaying back and forth with the motion. Wait. It was quiet, an order that was not meant to be one. Sora did not look at him as he paused, nor as he turned about to face her, for she did not wish him to see how affected she is by him by this situation as a whole.An awkward silence befell them. It was difficult to find the right words to say, or to compose a way to remedy this tension between he and her. For one thing, she doubts she could ever bring herself to forgive him. Yes, she knows now that it was not his fault she never received any letters, any emails, but the hurt lingers even though the truth is revealed. Sora brought both wings up, as to cross them over her chest as if that could protect herself any better from those hopeful crimson eyes of his. Do not let me ruin the next two years of your life. It may come across as harsh, but it is true. I am just one person. I think it is naive of you to toss aside this second chance just because of my anger. I swear. You need to think about this logically, instead of with emotions that oftentimes leads one astray. Sora did not look at him still, however she could not resist shaking her head once again. You are just making this situation far more difficult than it needs to be. Fine. How about this, then? It was then that her eyes returned to him. You and I will both remain in class 1 A. I think we are mature enough to tolerate each other on a daily basis, provided it is in small doses. Sora rolled her shoulders, the last rays of light rippling over her white feathers, bathing each individual one in gold, orange, light green and blue. I suppose I can try to overcome this as well, she continued on to say. We are going to be working together during class, so there needs to be no animosity between you and I. It is a logical solution to this problem.Sora does not want him to know just how deeply hurt she was by him, oh no. It will forever be her burden, her secret to keep hidden in the depths of her heart. More than likely he will never mean as much to her as he once had. Well? What do you say? This was at least partly why he hadn't wanted the body guard to see him. The water works had started at some point for him, a wall breaking that hadn't been touched in a few years. He honestly forgot that he could do something like cry. He had been alone so long and realized so long ago that tears did nothing, yet here he was a few steps away from her and he was already starting to bail. Which had an inverse side effect, the heavy heaves that came with crying was messing up his breathing and with that came the feeling of the coughing fit from earlier.Then she said that she could try to overcome everything and he turned towards her, and knowing it wasn't her intent or desire to do so he attempted to pull forward and hug her, whether Hitomi stepped in and caught him before he could or not didn't matter, which ever one of the women he grabbed he didn't seem to care, as he spiraled quickly and started a fit of heavy coughing that shut down his ability to react or think as his power very nearly strangled him.When it calmed down, Matsuda was week in the knee his body trembling from a mix of pain and breathing problems, needing support from whom ever he had grabbed onto in the first part to stand.When his voice came to him he was weak, having to turn back towards the dorm house and steadily attempt to pull himself to his full height."Sora, I know things are different now. I'm not trying to revive the past, I just... I just want us to be okay, to be friends, students, what have you." He smiled towards her, his soft red eyes puffy and more redshot than they should have been.As he started to walk away he could feel the eyes of several people watching him, a glance towards the window showed that there were actually other members of the class, and he had been so wrapped up in the drama between him and Sora he had completely failed to remember anyone name. A fresh wave of embarrassment came over him as he caught a glance of other studetns just inside that were now hurrying to make it look like they hadn't been watching or listening to the exchange that just happened.Opening the door he could already tell that there was at least one gossip in the school. ayoung manwith blond hair was adjusting his glasses looking at the two other students, eyeing them with heavy suspicion. "It has to be some sort of lovers quarrel." He explained to another student. "She seemed mad at him, so I bet he cheated on her." Huh? A sparkle of tears caught her attention that is, before his arms came to envelop her in an uninvited embrace. Of course Sora stiffened at the intrusion upon her space but it seems that it will not end just there. His Quirk is powerful, and yet at the moment a bit out of control. Every cough of his ripped through thin material, revealing bits and pieces of pale skin as time went on. It was humiliating! It appears he did not notice, either, if his smile is any indication. Luckily Hitomi came to her rescue, proffering her suit jacket, or else Sora just might have died of embarrassment right then and there.As it stands, it was impossible to pretend that she was not affected by his tears, or by his words. Does she truly care about him still? After so long of believing he did not care about her? It was also impossible to hide the tears threatening to spill, thus she quickly brushed the feathers of one wing over her face, in order to be rid of the evidence. Hitomi gently pulled the black jacket tighter over her, an act which she found reassuring, even though it is but a small act of kindness. A long, shuddering breath left her lips a moment later, her eyes drawn to the young man walking away. Is that so? He wants to be friends again? Students?Matsuda is a very confusing individual. Did she not make it clear she wanted nothing more to do with him? And yet, he insists on mending their relationship or at the very least, forging a new one. It is preposterous.Sora went to follow after him, albeit reluctantly noticing at long last those that have gathered by the windows to watch their conversation and argument unfold.Oh no. Please, no. It was with dread that she joined him inside, the black suit jacket just barely hiding the fact her tank top is in shreds, and nothing hiding the fact she is blushing pink. A heavy silence befell them all. It was awkward, to say the least. A young man spoke up, his hair blond, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. Is he the gossiping sort? It is difficult to tell. E Excuse me? Sora exclaimed, the pink blush darkening to red before their very eyes, and very quickly. Y You are quite mistaken! We are not lovers ! I believe there is more to the story than what meets the eye, arose a quiet voice. Her hair was white as snow on the right, red as flames on the left, all of it gathered up in a high ponytail. It just so happens one eye was brown, the other a bright, bewitching blue. Let us turn in for the night. We have no idea what tomorrow holds for us. Masuyo Todorokiis the younger sister of Shoto Todoroki, famously known for his Quirk over fire and ice. Ironically enough, she herself has the same Quirk. Unlike him, Masuyo has no qualms with using her flames.In a plain blue blouse and darker blue pants, Masuyo slipped her hands into her pockets. Mismatched eyes came to focus on the two that came in. My name is Masuyo Todoroki, she introduced herself, just as quiet as before. And you are? The young blond adjusted his glasses hearing that defense that the two were not lovers, but what they had witnissed pretty much the entire day was Matsuda and Sora arguing pretty much all day, and then there was that extravagant display. That plus the fact that the guy had clearly been crying he didn't really buy into Sora's insistance that they weren't lovers, especially because Matsuda's reaction was that he was currently turning into a tomato."Clearly than, they are in denial." The man said looking between the two women. "I mean just look at him."Matsuda for his part was embarassed to high hell, looking at everyone, he couldn't really protest the situation, he looked like he was about to faint just on the accusation of being lovers, he was shaking and and his lips didn't exactly have a come back aside from stuttering, he decided to focus on the introduction of Masuyo instead nodding towards her. "M Matsuda, Ito." stiltedly and slowly he started to walk towards the elevator with the intent to go back to his room on the top floor."My name is Riku Tanaka." The blond said with a smile. "And I agree it's been a long day, and who knows what's planned for tomorrow, classes are just getting started after all." He waved and started towards his own room. When he got to his room and slammed the door behind himself locking it Matsuda was in shock, after years of having to deal with a more repressed state here he was able to breath and act how he pleased. More so he was starting to feel again, after what felt like a number of years of being numb. Was it just because Sora had shown up, and why did Sora suddenly want to be a hero? She was never one for the spotlight when they had been kids what brought about the change?and why hadn't he shot down the idea that they were lovers? That wasn't even something from his wildest fantasies, though he had to admit that she had grown up into a beautiful woman, but that wasn't something he could really focus on.His head was swimming as he collapsed onto his bed, and despite falling asleep and time passing by morning he was pretty sure that he felt dead tired. Excuse me, but I do not need, nor did I ask, for an introduction, Sora replied, albeit coldly, cruelly. I just need to make one thing clear: mind your own business. Neither he or I are in denial when it comes to where our relationship stands though, I doubt this qualifies as one. I would greatly appreciate it if you keep your speculations to yourself in the future. Sora s gold eyes were glacial as she brushed past the two in order to retreat into the privacy of her room. Hitomi did not hesitate to follow.In denial, are they? Please. It is insulting in of itself! Her feathers obviously ruffled, Sora rolled her shoulders to rid herself of her jacket, which is now nothing more than threads thanks to a certain someone.Hitomi kept quiet, instead helping the girl change into pajamas for the night. It is not her place to say anything. Yes, she knows that Hanakawa Sora and Matsuda Ito were best friends in their younger years but it is not so, not now. It will take time for wounds to heal, for the past to be not forgotten, and not so much forgiven, but in the past, behind them two. Hitomi offered the young woman a small smile before retiring for the evening herself, knowing that tomorrow will be busy in many ways. The sun rose from below the horizon, bathing the world in a beautiful golden glow and of course, Sora could not appreciate it, or spare it a second thought. Yesterday was quite stressful, and because of it, she accidentally overslept. Am I missing anything? Sora asked Hitomi, spinning about the room to see for herself. Navy blue flared out about her thighs, revealing a pair of nice, shapely legs. As to be expected, her white blouse is a bit too tight but then again, it was modified so there is no sleeves. I do not think so! Hitomi replied on a pant, kneeling to help Sora with her shoes. We need to get going, if we want to make it to class on time! Sora dipped her head in a quick nod, using both of her wings to gather her backpack up against her chest. Let us get going, then. Like that, they were off. Breakfast will not be happening today. It is something Sora will regret later on, but oh well. As a Hanakawa, she cannot be late, not because she overslept. It would be like tarnishing the family name.Two minutes before the bell was to ring, Hitomi and Sora hurried in, the former taking up position by the windows, the former collapsing into a seat nearby. Matsuda walked up to his seat and practically crashed into it. When he sat down it was with a dull thud as he took his assigned seat just behind Sora, in truth he probably should have spared her and sat in front of her the first day, but he had been too shell shocked at just seeing her to think. His eyes were slightly more red, with deep dark bags under them. It looked like he barely got any sleep. It wasn't uncommon for him, he had timed it out at one point that he could survive off three hours of sleep if he really had too.In his state of thinking he had tied the scarf heavily around his mouth, which was good because the yawn that escaped his mouth actually shook the room, anyone wearing the UA skirt was probably not going too like his presence in the room. He shot off a brief apology to the rest of the room, the problem with an emitter quirk you can't turn off was that it was almost always going to bug someone.Why was his quirk always on? He glanced around the room, Emmitter quirks were often defined as the most useful, and sure enough there were plenty of people in the class that looked 'normal'. Mutants like Sora were usually ranked among the strongest Hetero morphics as they were called were usually defined as always active and thus could build up the most muscle and strength. There were also transformation quirks but those were harder to gauge.Matsuda was pretty heavily in the emmitter catagory, he blinked for a moment you don't see the half n half girl freezing or burning everything she touched, so why was he always blowing things down. Their teacher arrived on scene to speak to them a few moments later."Today we will be doing a bit of training. If you would follow me to site B." As the teacher spoke the walls of the class opened up containing briefcases labled by seat number. "You will be needing these, the support company has finished the first prototypes of your costumes, any and all additional improvements will need to be made later on, we will be meeting up in twenty minutes, so please be ready by then."Matsuda almost stumbled as he walked past Masuyo, Taking his briefcase, and heading off to the male changing room to get on his costume and head to where he needed to go. A bit of training? Oh no. This cannot end well. Dread chasing away nervous excitement, Sora retrieved her own briefcase with no small amount of reluctance. It is not to say she has no confidence in her own abilities, but if she is to work with someone else it may very well end badly. Her gold eyes sought out the reassuring blue of Hitomi s and, not saying a word, went to change. Luckily her own costume is simple in design. Having wings makes fashion impossible, thus she rarely wears anything that has sleeves, nor does she wear skirts often.Masuyo didn t waste any time thinking of flashy spandex to squeeze into, not one bit. Her Quirk is flexible, so she can wear anything she likes. Her older brother s Quirk is the same. It is because of this that she chose to wear something similar to his, only in a different color. Shoto prefers to use Ice over Fire, however she is the opposite in this aspect: she prefers Fire. And so, she chose to wear a red jumpsuit instead of blue.Both hands went to work pulling up red and white hair up in a high ponytail. Masuyo looked into the mirror that is just inside her locker door, into blue and brown. It is eerie how alike she and her brother are and yet, very different, too. Once she adjusted things to where it is more comfortable, Masuyo closed her locker, casting a curious glance about. It sounds as though everyone is excited to see what their training entails and yet, is someone missing? A small tilt of her head portrayed her confusion.Oh well. It is none of her business. A shrug rolled through her shoulders, and burying her hands into her pockets, Masuyo left the others to change. It was not until everyone was nearly gone that Sora entered, Hitomi looking about to make absolutely sure they are alone. No one seems to be paying them any attention.Sora chose to stick with a white tank top, with dark blue jeans her usual. The only difference is that she decided a pair of goggles might be a good idea, in case she has to fly high. Ready to go, Sora hesitated before going out to join the others, though she did not allow her nerves to show. No, only those who know her very well could tell that she is nervous. Hitomi hovered in the back, a silent presence to the training session. Matsuda's costume was minimalist, his best inspiration was Eraser Head, a pro hero who taught at UA and prefered to stay out of the starlight. So his costume was much the same as his idols, in that he didn't really have a costume, his clothing was a set of form fitting black clothing, the biggest difference between the two was the stuff around his neck. In place of his usual scarf was something resembling a neck brace he had asked for something which could both brace and massage his throat as that was where the majority of his stress came from, as well as additional braces along his side that were to help support his lungs.He thought the refinements would have slowed down his movement, or felt awkward, but in reality it came rather easy for him to breath with all the gear on, and it was incredibly light too,, the support company's clothing honestly kind of made him feel like he had worn nothing at all to this.Then came the news that they would be working in pairs, for today's training. The scenario was essentially the classic capture the flag, one team on defense the other on offense. The flag in this case was a large fake husk of a bomb, which was almost comical proportional to the rest of the room.The class drew lots for teams. "Okay even I can admit this is getting kind of creepy." Matsuda said as he looked at Sora, the two of them had matching lotto numbers. He sighed great just what he needed some historical baggage to help slow him down. "Whelp, like I said, there will be times when working together will be unavoidable." He offered her a smile. "Lets win this thing." Riku held up his lot and walked up to Masuyo, he smiled towards her. The two had met yesterday, but had only really had a few different conversations. "Awesome, I get paired up with the younger sister of last year's sports festival runner up, G.G. E Z." Riku stuck out his tongue for a moment smiling.The villains got to do some set up before the hero's are set loose, so the two were let into the building early. "I think since I already know your quirk, I'll let you know a bit about mine. My quirk is an emitter type called transfer." He picked up a piece of rubble that he found to demonstrate his ability. He showed the rock in his hand before closing it, and a moment later the same rock dropped down onto Masuyo's head."I can send things i touch to any point within a certain range, right now my record is about 20 feet, the conditions are that I must be touching it, and I have to be able to see where I'm sending it. The material can be living or non, but the larger the object the harder it is for me to send it somewhere and thus the shorter my range is. I also don't seem to be able to transfer myself, but even I have to admit I've never actually tried too send myself somewhere else. Basically I'm a living teleportation device provided the previous requirements were met.""As for my outfit, well." He gestured to the gear he was wearing, He had a set of goggles that were currently over his eyes, and a form fitting uniform, with a belt and a few different support items strapped to them. "The gear I have on me are mostly capture weapons that i can deploy, things like netting, and such, they don't exactly let you have knives so I had to work with what i could convince them to give me." He and her exchanged glances, red finding that of amber. A wry smile did not take long to pull at her lips. I suppose you are right I just did not expect it to be so soon. Sora longs to delay the inevitable, to push it aside for the time being however, it appears she has no choice but to comply. This is, after all part of their lesson, and part of their training. At least we do not need to go into the details of our Quirks, like the others do, Sora continued on a sigh. If anything, that is the only benefit of their shared history together. I already know yours, just as you already know mine. It sounds sad, but alas, it is the truth. Sora looked over at him, an eyebrow lifting as she absorbed the details of his costume.Much as she hates to admit it, Matsuda looks good in it. A moment later, she looked elsewhere, to the ones they will be fighting against. It is going to be interesting, she will say that much. Apparently, the villains have built a bomb , and it is their duty to liberate them of such a weapon. Of course everything is fake, and no one is in true danger, but the task remains the same.Sora shifted her weight from one taloned foot to the other, ruffling her feathers meanwhile. I feel as though I am going to be quite useless in this, she confessed to no one but herself. In such a confined space, it is not as if she can fly about freely and it is not as though she can hurt her fellow students, those who inspire to be heroes as well. I believe our best tactic will be utilizing the element of surprise, she spoke up, albeit louder. Your Quirk will make that difficult, but I believe it is our best chance in obtaining the bomb . Sora fought the temptation to roll her eyes, but instead rolled her shoulders. This is ridiculous. Why are they going to such great lengths? Is it to gauge how adept they are at using their Quirks? Perhaps. It could very well be. Sora frowned, preparing herself for whatever lies ahead. ...Cute. Masuyo brushed a hand over her head, just for the hand to disappear into the depths of her pockets. Hm. If she was to be honest with him, she has no idea how useful that ll be in this training but it s not like she can say that, not really. Honesty is the best policy, and yet not in this scenario, it feels like.Actually, now that she thinks about it Masuyo tilted her head, a thoughtful expression settling over the girl s features. I have an idea, she told him finally. It will be something we need to test, but A small smile pulling at her lips, Masuyo lifted one of her shoulders to brush the issue aside. Are we allowed to put the bomb where we want? she spoke up, this time asking the teacher her question. Or are we to guard it wherever you put it? "Actually I think you are the most valuable asset we have." Matsuda spoke honestly as he looked at the situation. The building was kinda tall, if they went inside of it they would have to spend a lot of their time running the labyrinth of confusing hallways. Meanwhile every room of the building was positioned with windows next to them. Just looking to his partner would tell him exactly how the two would find the bomb."Are you strong enough to carry another person yet? I remember back in the day you could kind of lift me off the ground, but I think I've gained weight since then." He looked to her breasts larger than he had ever imagined they would have gotten. "Then again I suppose so have you."He tried to play off his comment as if he was just trying to be cute with her, but it was pretty obvious where his eyes had lingured the scarf only hid his mouth after all, as the matarial was needed to stop his erratic uncontrollable breathing. "We have half an hour to get in and find the bomb, so most of the work will be up to you. Fly around the building, figure out which floor they are on. Once we know that, then I can launch a full assault on the room with the bomb. In the confusion you only need to grab it with a talon, and we win." He smiled towards her he made the plan sound so simple in execution. "We know one of their quirks is half n half, you watched the video of last years sports festival right? she can do the most damage, whatever you do don't try to touch her, judging by how her brother moved, she could freeze you solid." "You can prep the room in anyway you see fit. If you desire to move the bomb, you may attempt too, however the thing is a tad on the heavy side."Riku walked up to the bomb hearing their teachers words placing a hand on the bomb he sighed. A tad was a bit of an understatement. "I could move it maybe five feet a time, but in all honesty by the time i got it anywhere useful i would be exausted. It would be better to use your power, baracade the doors to make sure that no one can get into the building."Riku shrugged. "I guess I'm relying on you." "Yes, I am the most valuable asset," Sora repeated after him, though she said it with an exasperated roll of the eyes and with sarcasm dripping off each individual word. Must he go on in this manner? Why did she have to have him as a partner, of all people? He wants to fix their broken friendship, to turn the hands of time, and she wants nothing to do withhim.If it were anyone else... Sora lifted her head up, amber eyes studying the building before he and her.Harsh morning light reflected off many a window, making it difficult to see inside. Hm? Ah. Yes. Well. I have not attempted to carry anyone since then, so I honestly cannot say, Sora chose to reply with, her eyes still analyzing the situation itself that is, until he spoke of their both gaining weight. A prickle of intuition had her attention returning onto him.Is he ? Amber eyes narrowed, but otherwise she said nothing. It is, after all, not important right now. It is a subject best left alone at least, for another time. I might as well take you with me, she pointed out, hopping from one taloned foot to the other. It will save us time, and I can throw you through the window once I have found where either the bomb, or the villains are located. It makes sense. Time is of the essence, and they cannot afford to waste any, not even a millisecond. Lives are at stake. Sora spread her wings wide, the wind whistling through her white feathers as she gained altitude, bit by bit. I suggest you prepare yourself, she spoke up once again. Her talons flex, sunlight flashing off the sharp tips. When she is high enough, Sora held onto his shoulders as gently as she can manage, but firmly, lifting them both up into the air. A hand stretched out, frost sparkling between the fingers. Not saying a word, Masuyo cast a layer of thick ice over the floor, across the walls and further down still. I am already on it. Masuyo s eyes swept through the room, looking for any vulnerabilities, anything that could turn the tides later but of course, there isn t. It was surprisingly well built, given how it s likely to be destroyed within the span of a day. Already she is making plans when they confront the heroes ... though with his Quirk, she isn t entirely sure where he can or will fit in.No, unless he is able to transfer some of her flames? Masuyo looked about, every breath leaving her lips like fog. It s definitely possible... "Wait what?" Matsuda gasped as he felt Sora's talons grab his shoulders. He winced wanting to reflexively fight her off but calmed down after a moment. The last thing that they needed was for him to freak out and for her to drop him while they were in the air. He shivered slightly when he felt the dagger like appendages poke against his skin he also didn't remember her talons being so sharp when she used to do this as a kid.As his feet left the ground he looked up seeing Sora strain herself to get them up into the air, yet she did manage to do it. Her skill and strength had clearly increased over the years. "Now when you said throwing me through the glass you didn't mean that literally right?"Coming up towards a window that was fogged over from heat difference however he was given the answer, as Sora heaved him towards the glass throwing him at the window. "Wait!" He hadn't been ready for it, and in a panic'd state he guarded his face as his body was used against the wall like a projectile. Thankfully he was going at a fast enough speed, and the cold ice had been brittle enough that he didn't have much of a problem crashing through. His body rolled and skidded along the icy floor. Minor cuts formed along his arms, chest and face from where glass had punctured him. Standing up though he found himself in a rather bad position as he was litterally directly between the two 'villains' "Ah crap!" Riku could already see that she was questioning the usefulness of his quirk. It wasn't the first time he had heard that kind of complaint. a lot of people had told him that his power held too many limitations, but he had never really seen it that way. Then again he was only giving her about half the story,Riku shivered as she got to work flooding to the room making it as cold as possible. anyone going through the various halls of the building would likely have been trapped by the wall of ice, then came the shattering window, as one of the enemy team was used as a projectile to gain access to the room as he slid along the ice.Riku had a much easier time walking along the frozen floor as he got between the window and the bomb as a sort of last line of defense. It seems he was not as prepared as she. An exasperated sigh leaving her lips, it was quickly swept away by the wind produced by her wings, never to be heard by anyone else. And she is surprised with this development why, exactly? I swear, she murmured under her breath, getting ready to bring her wings in tight against her body and dive in through the broken window only, one of the villains had moved to stand between the window and the bomb. If she were to do as she originally planned, she risks hurting him in the process.Sora hesitated, her eyes narrowing while she considered her options. It did not come as a surprise to her, however, that she does not have many. Of course entering the building is of the highest priority, in order to stop the villains, disable the bomb, and save any innocent lives but going through the front door will take too long. Not only that, but if she was to break into the floor below no, it would not work.A heartbeat later, Sora brought her wings in and went to dive through the broken window. Yes, jagged edges tore at her feathers but as the saying goes: she sucked it up . Drops of crimson appeared on snowy white, though she paid it no mind. No, instead Sora focused on not losing her footing upon the ice, and even spread her wings to keep her balance. It was difficult, she will admit it, but she managed to do so, somehow or another. Once she stabilized, for lack of better words, Sora only spared a glance at the young man she knocked aside before she looked to the villain standing between her and the bomb. Her Quirk is fire and ice. As poetic as it sounds it is also incredibly dangerous to get too close. Is Matsuda going to act ? Not likely. He is panicking at the moment.Both girls jumped into action. Masuyo had used ice previously, and now flames crackled and flashed about her left side, which she had cutting through the air like a knife. Sora managed to dodge these, by jumping up onto the wall and walking along it, her talons digging in and leaving behind holes. With a jump, she flipped and landed behind the other girl the villain , as it may be.Lifting a leg up high, Sora used her knee to put a bit of distance between them. Masuyo did jump back, however she took advantage of this opportunity to blow ice over her, frost creeping over the girl s wings. A curse on the tip of her tongue, Sora broke through and delivered a blow to the villain s belly with her elbow. A grunt is what she received, and Masuyo collapsed onto her knees, breathless. Matsuda! Sora called out, keeping close in case Masuyo decided to attempt to stop them. Go after the bomb! Does he not see this is the perfect chance?! Matsuda was slow to get up, something about having been thrown through a panel of actual glass, He winced feeling something sharp dig into his hands. By the time he had recovered he could see that his partner was already in the midst of a fight, and heard her calling out to him to claim the bomb. He moved forward seeing the large weapon all he had to do was tag it. His hand outstretched for the thing. Out of the corner of his vision came another, he felt something slap his back, and then things got uncomfortable.For Matsuda it was like a cold sense of vertigo, the ground warping as his visual senses dipped and spun, he coughed, feeling like some sort of liquid puked out of his lungs. For a moment it was like he was turned inside out, or that he was suddenly locked in a room that had all of the air pumped out of it. For the rest of the world it looked like Riku had barely touched Matsuda, a gentle pat on the back, but from that touch it looked like his entire body was pulled back in an instant, and turned horrifically into a black goop, before even that vanished into it's self.A moment later Rin felt his body in free fall, he twisted and grabbed onto the nearest ledge, feeling his hand be run through on a sharp piece of glass, he screamed an action that cost him dearly because the force of the air escaping his lungs flung him from the tall building and into the open air. He fell plumitting towards the ground only to be caught by a safety net that was deployed from ground.A bell sounded the end of the exam "Matsuda has been incapacitated, Defenders win."Matsuda's hand was sliced wide open, along with several other smaller stab wounds, and he was taken by escort to the infirmary. A moment or two later the class was recalled into the observation room, all except matsuda.Riku for his part had a rather self satisfied look on his face. He held up a hand towards Masuyo for a high five, "yeah defenders win."The proffessor looked over the class. "Can anyone tell us what went wrong in that attack?" Yeah. No. Masuyo didn t hesitate to turn away from the proffered hand, especially given how she just witnessed what he can do with a simple pat on the back. In fact, she found it somewhat disturbing? Is that the right word for it? No, perhaps nauseating is more adept In any case, Masuyo isn t interested in meeting the same fate. Her eyes landed on the fallen girl before her, the one that had put her in a corner, so to speak. It seems she went a tad bit too far before several of her feathers are burnt, making it to where nearly half her wing has been incinerated.Is it proper etiquette to apologize? Maybe, but it is already too late the two injured heroes are being taken away to be looked at by Recovery Girl? Is that right? Masuyo shifted back and forth between her feet, feeling uneasy. Did she go too far ? It was reflex to summon flames, to defend herself from the sharp talons, instinct. Nothing against the harpy, but Rolling her shoulders in a lazy stretch, Masuyo went to follow her 'partner in crime out. It was nice, going out into the warm sunshine, if only for a moment. Mismatched eyes blinking as the pair are assaulted by the light, reflecting off chocolate brown and glacial blue, the girl brought a hand up to shield her eyes. Everything went wrong, a voice spoke up, though only after a hand was raised.Aikyo Nozomiis not your typical hero with a flashy Quirk, but she can analyze a situation and pick apart the details that have helped or hindered someone. It s her mind quick at work. First and foremost, Nozomi continued, adopting a tone that is informative, a tone many associate with a teacher in front of her students, I feel the need to say it all began with Sora s horrible decision to throw her partner through the window. Nozomi isn t afraid of telling it how it is. In fact, it s one of her admirable qualities, since many people are afraid to speak their mind nowadays. As to be expected, Matsuda was hurt. Not seriously, mind you, but enough to prevent him from thinking clearly. He and Sora should have located both villains, instead of focusing on the one that was in sight, Nozomi went on to explain. Her hands spread in a helpless gesture. The villains, on the other hand, not only had a plan, but executed it beautifully. I personally think Masuyo went a touch overboard, but it proved to be effective, regardless. Meanwhile, in the infirmary Sora was nursing not just her injuries, but her pride as well. Their performance was shameful. It was just humiliating.One wing bandaged almost completely, she had it in a sling, and was suffering from several burns as well. "Correct!" The teacher said with exuberance as he pointed to the younger woman who had spoken up. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up. "But that of course leads me to the other part of this. While the two villains definitely won this exercise you two went overboard." He was now talking to Riku and Masuyo "And while I am not going to doc either of you two points in this examination because you were in the role of a villain, and the executed your plan of action with impunity I really can't reward hospitalizing your fellow students, as such the two of you will have extra desk work for the next few days."The teacher nodded and called onto the next group, Riku was standing next to Masuyo at this point but had been moving his mouth mockingly along Aikoyo's unraveling of everything that had gone wrong. "I say it serves them right, if they can't cut it in this industry than they don't really deserve to be here, A couple of burn marks will only get those two to smarten up." Matsuda was testing a now bandaged hand. while some of the wound could be healed by recovery girl Sora had needed far more care and energy than Matsuda. His hands would be sore for a few weeks, but he would survive. Now he was just laying back in the infirmary bed waiting to be dismissed along with Sora she was in the bed next to him, and recovery girl had left the room."So wanna tell me what you were thinking tossing me through the glass? if you had given me some time i could have huffed and puffed and blown the window down, or if wanted to go extreme we could have gone in a floor above them and knocked out the ceiling for a surprise attack. Oh and just so you know that was real glass, like not sugar glass, the real hard stuff real sharp stuff." He huffed again, but just turned on his side looking away from Sora.He also probably would have fared better against the elementalist as well. While Sora would have had no problem staying out of Riku's reach. They had everything they had needed to succeed, but that one brash action of taking the largest fish in the pond for herself was what had sealed the deal against them. He looked at the wall for a few minutes than sighed and turned towards Sora. While he wanted to lash out and be angry he also couldn't really hurt her feelings sighing and calming down he looked at her. "You okay?" Extra desk work? Hm. And that is punishment how? Masuyo does not mind extra homework, or anything along those lines, as long as it serves a purpose. Her eyes shifted over to her partner , if only for the young woman to sigh and shake her head. Enough. Both Aikyo and Sensei are right. I did go overboard. I should have had more reservation in using my flames, and you should have more respect for your elders, she lectured him, albeit in a cool, honest tone of voice that has no pride or snide contempt woven into the words whatsoever. A small tilt of Masuyo s head in his direction had bits and pieces of red and white hair brushing against pale skin.Aikyo looked over at the two, just to sniff and turn her back to them. It appears she has found two heroes that are obviously not going to pass this course! The teacher prattled on about refraining from injuring their fellow classmates, and she let her eyes wash over the other students. To be honest, none seem very impressive. Yes, Masuyo Todoroki s Quirk over fire and ice is powerful, but clearly she had no qualm against hurting others. How disappointing. Aikyo let out a sigh, her brown eyes returning to the teacher once he announced the next teams to be working together as both heroes and villains. In the wake of his words, angrily thrown out into the silence without concern as to how sharp or how deep they may cut, she resorted to keeping her own mouth shut. Humiliation curled in her stomach, thick and bitter, leaving an unpleasant taste in her mouth. How could it have come to this ? Sora cannot believe that theylost.It did not take overly long for the humiliation to rot, to turn into that of contempt. Excuse me, she spoke at great length, rising up off the cot. Sora kept her back to him, but looked out through the window to the world beyond, the one which she wants to protect. Her right wing is in bandages, silvery feathers poking out here and there, and yet several are charred and tipped in black. It should not be but a few days before she is at full strength. It is difficult to explain, but she heals very quickly. All Sora requires is a splint and a handful of days to rest.A roll of the shoulders had pain radiating up and down her side. I do not need any further treatment, Sora replied, her tone surprisingly cool. I am going to return to my room. I truly doubt the teachers expect us to return to class so soon. It does not matter, anyway. It is not as though she can contribute in a positive way, but instead serve as an example as to whatnotto do. I suggest you do the same. Sora could not bear to look at him. Not only is it mortifying, but no, it is difficult to put into words. Farewell. Her spine straight, her shoulders squared, she went to leave him. for the most part Matsuda had to consider his time, he only had till the end of the week to use his quirk without having a coughing fit, and he hadn't exactly done that today. And with Sora's back to him he felt like there was this wall he couldn't climb or something he couldn't do. He fell back into the bed. "I need to continue talking to the nurse, you go on." Not like she wanted to walk with him to the dorm, and he needed to speak to recovery girl. When Sora had left he felt like complete garbage."I can't heal the wounded heart." She said recognizing the termoil written across Matsuda's face, who chuckled and shrugged it off. "I don't know how to reach her, and I probably won't get any more chances. She was my best friend, and now we can't have a conversation that lasts more than a few seconds without one of us hurting another. I try to do anything for her she gets offended." He huffed, and it blew the air around him moving the bed he was facing. He sighed. "That's not what i need help with though, I think after a few years of not being able to channel my quirk or control it that I have damaged the muscles in my throat, my quirk is basically always on, and it's starting to rip apart something."He pulled off his scarf to reveal bloody spots on the side that faced him. "It's happening when i breath more heavily or deeply now, instead of just when i focus my quirk." A worried look came across recovery girl and the two went over some tests, including a couple of X Rays of his throat."The two sat in a chair for a moment as they looked it over. "It's fixable, we could do a surgery, but there is a 30 percent chance ""Only thirty percent chance you can fix me?""don't interupt 30 chance you will die, if you live i'd say we can strengthen the fibers in the neck, reduce the swelling, and that will give you more control, however if left untreated, your lungs won't survive the stress, and you will die, not today, not tomorrow, but i'd give it... seven years, four if you continue your hero work. I'll arrange the surgery for the day after tomorrow, that will give me and the other staff enough time to go over everything we will need, and it will give you a chance to fix up the other part of you that's broken." Walking back to the dorm he sighed kicking a rock the entire way. He wasn't entirely sure what he could do to help address the other part of his life, he glanced at his phone. call home? his mother didn't talk to him, and he didn't really want to address that side of his family. Maybe he could talk with Sora? She seemed to hate him though, would him dying on the operating table even matter to her? "Who ever heard of a quirk that kills you."He was looking at his phone, slowly reading up on the surgery details, he oddly wasn't afraid. He had been dead to the outside world for a long time so it didn't really change much, and if it worked well he would have more control, and his lungs wouldn't be at risk of breaking anymore, no more rampant coughing fits that rip the clothing from his body.Sora, again and again he came back to her, really that was the only part of his life that he wanted to fix. He stopped, and went to the main gate of the school. He went online with his phone, and quickly ordered somethings, he wasn't sure what he was really doing. He just sat at the gate, as he waited for the dilevery, when it came it was a stupid process. "Hey I'll toss you the money you just toss me the stuff, sorry can't explain why but I can't pass the door."Finally he was holding a bundle of flowers. "This is... the dumbest thing I have ever done." He muttered. "We don't even know if these are flowers she likes anymore. Also that was the last of my food money for the month, how am I supposed to survive? cupped Ramen?" He supposed arguing about finances was a little dumb at this point.Walking up to the dorms he passed the dorm officer, and walked up the staircase to Sora's room. He knocked on her door. It was kind of late classes were over between talking with the doc, and waiting for the delivery he still had no idea what he was going to say to her. She was probably going to hit him with them anyway. "Hey, it's me." How is she ever going to become a hero? It is expected of her. It is the right thing to do, considering that any other option is beyond her capabilities. Sora shut the door behind her, happy to be away from prying eyes and the suffocating weight of expectations at least for the time being. Earlier she asked Hitomi for some time alone, and luckily her bodyguard was more than happy to oblige. A frustrated sigh bubbled up, just as the girl allowed gravity to take over, ever so slowly sliding down until she is curled up on the floor.Is this how it is going to be from now on? Are they truly unable to work together? It is not as though she wants to, by any stretch, but if she has no other choice Sora opened her eyes to look up at the ceiling, however there are no answers to be found there, or anywhere else, for that matter. As degrading as it is, too she has no one to talk to. Years ago, Sora would have turned to Matsuda for anything and yet, that is no longer the case. He is no longer part of her life, not like he used to be. At one point, he was integrated into each and every day, the person she felt she could rely on, share her secrets with, lean on if she ever needs to but then he left, and she cannot change the past. Sora has moved on, closed her heart off to anyone and everyone. Maybe I need to reconsider being here she told the empty silence. Perhaps I am not good enough to be a hero. Maybe I should try and do something else with my life How will Father react ? No, there is no question about it: he would be furious. Not only will she disappoint him, she will tarnish the family name, and that is simply not acceptable.Her heart heavy, depression and rejection curling in the pit of her stomach like a dangerous poison, Sora crawled up onto her feet in order to get ready for the night.It is always a task to change, but it is the one thing she insists on doing herself despite if she rips the clothes or not.Sora was actually in the middle of doing just that when an unexpected knock came to her door. A quick glance at the clock revealed more time had passed than she first thought, and that it is far too late to be having visitors. Not only that she is not expecting anyone. A frustrated scowl rippled over her features. At the moment, she is fighting to take off her shirt and of course it had began to tangle about her arms, making it ten times more difficult to complete the seemingly simple task. The frustration boiling into anger, Sora yanked it up and over her head, just to toss it on the floor. Hey, it s me. What? Matsuda? Sora looked to the door, though of course it is impossible to see through it to the other side. A typhoon of emotions hit her next: anger, depression, guilt, and resentment, one after the other. Why is he here? Does he wish to inform her more on her shortcomings? It was humiliating enough as it is, she does not want to endure another lecture not tonight. A shake of her head had the thoughts scattering to a nonexistent wind.It is a shame she cannot knock on the wall, ask if Hitomi can get rid of him. Sora struggled to pull on her tank top, just to sigh and fidget. As to be expected her hair is a mess at this point, sticking up towards the back and tangled somewhat. It is difficult to brush her hair, however, without fingers. It does not, however provide her with an answer as to how she shall handle the current situation. Excuse me, but I do not see a reason I should open the door, Sora spoke up at long last, reluctantly approaching it. I heard enough earlier. I do not need to hear anymore as to how I am inconsiderate, how I am a failure or anything along those lines, thank you very much. A wing reached out to rest upon the cool wood separating he and her. I would actually appreciate it if you could leave me alone for today. I am in no mood to entertain guests. It is but the truth.As much as she did not want to, Sora pushed down on the handle, having the door swing open so she may see him. It is only polite, after all. A Hanakawa can never be rude, nor can he she be anything but civil. Please, she said on a sigh, not lifting her eyes up off the floor as of yet. I would greatly It was then that she did look up and what she found struck the poor girl speechless.Lilies. It is her favorite flower, in both her favorite colors, pink and yellow, along with miniature purple roses. Their subtle scent washed over her. Sora looked to him finally, not daring to open the door any further, nor did she step out. What do you want? she dared to ask, shifting from one taloned foot to the other before leaning against the door frame. "A friend." It sounded a bit cheesy, but he could see how disheveled she was. "I need someone I can talk too, and honestly I..." He looked at her clothing her discheveled state, she was clearly depressed but had managed to beat herself up more than he would have expected, he could see from the claw marks on her shirt that she had been trying to take it off, probably to get ready for bed. He paused for a moment to say the dumbest thing he could think of. "Do you need help?"He realized a moment after offering that he was offering to help her take off her clothing. His hand went to his face and he groaned why wasn't this ever easy? why couldn't he just talk to her like a normal person. He held out the flowers. "Believe it or not, you are still my best friend, I know that's changed for you, and I don't blame you, but... there is a part of the story I'd like you to hear, the part I wasn't allowed to talk about back than."He stepped inside her room, and went about straitening up her room a little, finding a jug for the flowers to sit in till he could get her a proper thing. He filled it with cold water and sat it on the table in her room. He moved to the sofa, and pulled off his scarf, trying his best to breath lightly as he did, he turned it over to show her the blood. "I spoke to the doctor, I'm gonna have a surgery, the day after tomorrow, to fix the damage that prison did to my throat, if it succeeds I will be able to have a lot more control over my emitter quirk."He didn't talk about what happened if the surgery failed, he chose to focus on the good parts of his life at the moment. "So, I know I can't change the past, but I would like to talk about it, the more we don't the more distant we are going to grow. I'd like to clarify somethings, and I assume you have some questions, so if you will humor me take a seat, cause... you look very tired."He smiled towards her, true and genuine. "I will answer any and all questions you have." A friend? How cheesy. Did he not say the exact same thing before? Only without the flowers? Sora thought of pointing out the obvious, but reconsidered. A heartbeat after his question, dark red rose to her otherwise pale features, even going so far as to burn the tips of her ears. N No! she protested in an instant, lifting her wings up to hide her current problem, however it did nothing but bring attention to the fact she is not wearing a bra. Amber eyes avoided his for the longest time.It was not until he spoke of the doctor that she dared to look at him, and it was only after he pulled off his scarf. Surgery? Sora did not know what to say. Why is he sharing this with her? It is not as though they are friends any longer A frown threatening to wash over her features anew, Sora twisted to gaze out the window, to the display of colors upon the horizon while the sun set. It helped to calm her nerves, drinking in the rosy pink, the warm gold, the navy blue lurking just beyond. Day after tomorrow? Does anyone else know? No, of course his teachers have to be informed of his absence. What a ridiculous question to ask !Sora shuffled, not entirely sure what to make of this situation. I I see no point in talking about the past, she chose to begin with, her shoulders squared somewhat. As you said, neither one of us can change what has already happened. I do not have any questions, either. It would be almost cruel to turn him away entirely, however thus, the girl sank onto the sofa at his request, though not too close. In the wake of the word surgery ... how can she refuse him? Sora looked over at the vase, her eyes drinking in the vibrant pink and yellow of the lilies he brought her. ...I am fine. Thank you. I am not very tired. I just thought I would change and get comfortable before I retire. This is truly awkward. At one point, they could have fallen easily into conversation, laughing and going on about nothing in particular but now, it seems the words do not flow. Sora is halfway tempted to reach out and touch one of the flowers, pull its scent into her lungs, however now is not the time. How No, a better question is: what do you wish to address, Matsuda? "The faculty probably know by now but your the only person I am telling. There is no one else I'm on speaking terms with. My mom never spoke to me again after I was arrested." He sighed for a moment looking at the ground."Context can sometimes help to heal the wound." Matsuda said in terms of changing the past no that couldn't be done, but maybe she would understand why he did what he did, and that could end up healing the now. He shrugged as she sat down. Her first question was a good one. "No one ever listened to my side of the story, I was silenced and thrown into a cell. I never really got a public trial, and i received the maximum punishment for crimes I... okay I committed them, but still don't you think that's a little weird?" He sighed and leaned back into the chair curling up lifting his bare feet to the sofa as he looked at Sora."To understand everything I have to start at the beginning. They called the group of people I was with theives, which is... well it's in the grey area. I won't defend them, lord knows none of those assholes ever defended me, but they were vigilantes. All the places they broke into were homes of villains that's why I felt like i could reach out to them. My father had vanished from the face of the earth, the eighth strongest just vanished, and no one could give us any answers. I dug around in a storage locker my dad owned, and I found a Journal, the date entries were from the week before he vanished, and gave an address. I needed to know what was in there, so I reached out to a small group whom I thought could help me find my father." Matsuda shook his head. "It was dumb, I kept you out of it because I knew it was dumb, and because if it had taken my father from me, than it was probably bad.""and bad it was. Do you remember last year when a bunch of creatures attacked the city? those half formed humans, with their brains exposed?" He looked to the ground for a moment. "We found a warehouse at the address, we went inside, and we found some of those things, though not nearly as developed, If I had to guess it's some kind of growing process, the room was lined with surgical tools a medical bed, everything wreaked of bleach it was like walking into a hospital with how sterile everything was. We took pictures, thought we would just go to the police, then... honestly I don't remember what happened at that point. It sounds lame, but I remember only brief bits from everything past seeing those half formed bodies, something hit one of us, I remember using my quirk to blow down a wall, a brick wall by the way something I have not been able to do since or before, my guess is adrenaline helped me expand my lungs and force out enough wind. We ran, we scattered, I made it all the way home and I hid under my bed till morning... when the police came to knock on my door. Apparently a camera across the street had seen the wall explode. I was hit with breaking and entering, property damage, and several other things, and when i tried to get the police to go see the warehouse, it was clean. Even the smell was gone, it was just a dusty old room that no one had been in for years.""Of course my camera was gone, I think I dropped it in the commotion, and the group I was with never re appeared to collaborate my story. My guess is they were either found by whom ever owned the warehouse, or they did the smart thing and got the fuck out of japan." Matsuda shrugged. "Then last year, the incident happened. Those creatures appeared, and oh hey there was this one kid who talked about that six years before it happened. Suddenly I was getting visits from Pro hero's and one of my father's former friends gave me the chance, house arrest on UA for a year, good behavior and good grades, become a hero, and be pardoned for my crimes.""But for years I tried to talk about my story, and no one would listen. The state approved therapist once wrote qoute 'he clings to a childish delusion that he was faced with some great phantom evil.'" Matsuda just rolled his eyes. "So there, that's my story. It doesn't change anything, but... Maybe you can understand a bit more of why things ended up the way they did?" Sora listened to his story without interruption: not only because it would be rude otherwise, but because she did not know what to say, either. It all sounds so ludicrous, and yet knowing him, it can be nothing but the truth. What does he have to gain by lying?"I... I do not know what to say," she chose to begin with, first and foremost. "I just... I am lost for words." Yes, it may very well be pointing out the obvious, but it is the only truth she can provide him. Sora feels... restless, but she also believes she owes him the common courtesy to remain where she is. Amber eyes darted away from the young man, if only to take in details of the room she has not yet gotten accustomed to. Nerves dance in the pit of her stomach, a feeling she has little experience with. Why ? Why tell her this now? Is it because of the surgery? Is he afraid he may not live to tell her this story after ? It is an unsettling notion.An impulse had her rising up off the sofa, in order to pace about. Sora just had no idea how she shall react. If this were anyone else, she would have an inkling, but this has to do with the one person she swore never to get involved with again. Her heart can only take so much. Years ago, she chose to close it off to anyone and everyone, as to not get hurt like he hurt her and now, he wants her to open the walls she built around it? Really? It is asking a lot. Sora brushed her wings over her shirt not that it did a great deal of good in solving the issue, but it served as a wonderful, albeit brief, distraction. Her eyes avoided for as long as was well, as long as it was impossible, however she cannot avoid him forever. Matsuda is, after all in her room. Pausing in the middle, Sora brought herself to look him in the eye, though she doubts she can find the answers she is looking for in their depths. Yes I understand your position, and I sympathise. No one believed your tale before, not until there was proof they could not deny. I just I truly do not know what to say, or what to think. Do you care to give me a bit of time to process this? It is not an unreasonable request. Anyone else in her place would need time to step back, to think over everything. Sora is not being unkind, by any means. A few more words were exchanged, more like pleasantries than anything else, but it was not long before they were bidding each other a good night. It was a bit awkward, to say the least however, they are on more civil terms? Is that what this is? Of course it is difficult to say, or to tell this early on. In the past, they were the best of friends and now, they are having to start anew. Sora collapsed onto her bed once he was gone, looking up at the ceiling with silver spilled over the navy blue blankets. How is she supposed to take this ? In a way, she can understand the position he was in back then, however he did not tell her any of it before he ran off to join the motley crew of thieves. Did he not trust her? Yes, he wished to protect her, and that is commendable, yet if he shared with her his thoughts, she could have talked him out of it. A soft sigh left her lips, and rolling over onto her side, Sora tried to calm her racing mind and get some sleep. It was easier said than done but she has no other choice, if she is to attend classes tomorrow.And as she should have expected beforehand, things just had to go drastically wrong. For one thing, Sora overslept. It appears that Hitomi was summoned by her father to deliver a report, so she was left alone to deal with this chaos. It is nearly impossible for her to change into the school uniform, too. Ooh ! Bemoaning her misfortune, Sora hurried to collect her things, knowing fully well she is going to, more than likely, embarrass herself in front of everyone as of today. Is that just not lovely? Sora nearly tripped over her feet on the way to the door, but luckily she managed to knock her elbow against the dresser and, in doing so, prevent herself from falling flat on her face. I cannot believe this! Sora cried out, nursing this new injury. Is her luck truly so poor?! Sleep had been a bit of a lark. It had been impossible to get any kind of rest for Matsuda as he struggled through the memories of that night. Having told his story had brought nightmares long dealt with back to his brain. He struggled for a long while to try and maintain his composure but several times through the night he awoke wanting to scream, feeling like he was being strangled, feeling the earth heave and something chase him, yet each time when he woke he was alone, in the darkness of his room. The only real thing that decorated his room were a couple of posters of various pro hero's, a shelf of figurines dedicated to female heroes that he had collected over the years. His personal favorite was on the night stand a figure of Mt Lady.He was alone in that room. He sighed feeling the room shift with his breath. He sighed feeling cold. He had faced non existence before, death wasn't so bad. He wasn't afraid of the surgery, no he was stuck on a trauma much older, and telling Sora his story sure he may have opened the way for the two of them to have been mended, but the cost was ripping open old wounds. Wounds that years of repression had thought to close. He had spoken so openly, so calmly and yet deep down all he felt was the fear and the desire to run, like his lizard brain was screaming that he was in danger, but this was UA, it was literally the safest and most secure location in the world.Morning didn't offer much more clarity than that. The fear had lingered, and the sleep had evaded him. All in all he thought maybe he got 2, three hours of solid rest but not enough. He kept his shower cold just so he could be better awake, and used the coffee pot he had in his room to try and wake him up even more with a hot brew of black sludge that was instant coffee. Walking out of his room he realized he had the door across from Sora.He hadn't even thought about that when he had taken the room. The only reason he had noticed now was because he could hear her screaming as he opened the door. He looked over to her as she looked like just as much a mess as he did. He glanced at his clock slowly coming to the realization that he the two of them were late for breakfast. He held up his travel mug, a bright green cup with the words 'evil genius' written on it. He held it out towards Sora "Coffee?"He sipped on the elixir of life either way. Walking towards her, he saw her hair was a mess her clothing wasn't put on properly. "Your shirt is on backwards." He said softly. "Do you need help?" He stood there, offering her coffee, and help and half expected to be rejected. Coffee? It sounds heavenly and yet, she was reluctant to accept his generous offer. It is humiliating he has to see her like this, but she cannot rewind time and alter what has already been done. Heat licked at her features, however Sora pretended as if she is not blushing, that she is not flustered, instead looking to him with a wary glint in her eyes. It is far too early to be considering everything that has occurred between he and her only last night. Far too early. Many silver threads of hair swayed forward right then, and a wing lifted in order to deal with the present issue. I would absolutely love some coffee, Sora begrudgingly admitted, shuffling towards him to accept the offer of coffee. Did he add anything to it? Cream? Sugar? Sora likes it sweet herself, but he could very well prefer his black.No. Wait. What? Her shirt ? It was not until then that she noticed just how disheveled she was. How did she manage to put her shirt on backwards?! Sora paled, only a heartbeat later, to blush darkly. A rosy red spread from ear to ear, which just so happens to be a nice contrast against the golden amber of her eyes, the silver of her hair. I I did not realize, she replied to him, trying to keep her composure, but of course, failing horribly in that aspect. I I should have, before I left my room I just I did not know Hitomi left to deliver a report to Father, and well What else is there to say? It seems she is helpless without some sort of assistance in everyday activities Sora was thinking of ways she can excuse herself and hopefully without any further embarrassment , however he proceeded to ask her a question that struck her speechless. Did he really just offer ? No, of course not. It would be It just At a loss for words, it was a heartbeat or two before she could bring herself to say anything at all. I I do appreciate the thought, but do you believe that is wise? I do not know if I want to accept you back into my life, or be friends again, and your help would require taking off my shirt and Heat once again rose to her face, and yet there was no denying the fact she is flustered. No one has ever seen her naked except Hitomi, but she does not count, not really. It is highly unlikely she has an opinion on her body though if she were to find it off putting, it would be disheartening? No, that is not the right word oh, it is too early to be thinking of this! Sora cannot go to class, not if she looks as awful as she feels. A furtive glance was stolen at him, a veil of silver concealing this fact from him. If you were to help me she decided to speak up at long last, I do not want you to look. I need to keep some shred of dignity, Sora huffed next, looking very much like an impudent five year old at the moment. How else is she to preserve not just her dignity, but her pride as well? Matsuda had made his coffee blend strong today, because it was needed too keep him awake at this point. He had added sugar to it, but no cream, and so when he offered a drink from his mug she would find it to be sweet but strong, apparently some sugar in Matsuda's book was like 4 cubes. He stepped into the room and nodded when she accepted his help on the promise was that he wouldn't look at her body. "He kept his face neutral so as to hide any disappointment in not being able see anything. It had been a long time since he had seen anything related to a woman's body, well before he could appreciate it any way at least. He smiled still knowing that just having her accept his help was a step in the right direction for the two of them. Walking back into her room he stepped behind her. "Okay I won't look now put your wings up."True to his words he didn't look, his eyes stayed focused more on his task, and he stayed well enough behind her that at most he may have gotten a glance at the side of her breast, what he was really seeing was the bare of her back. He turned the shirt around and just as he had pulled it off her it was on back around her. He then lifted her long white hair out of her shirt. "we don't really have time to brush your hair at the moment, I'll take the brush and we can get it done after breakfast."He retrieved the brush that Hitomi would normally use, and put it in his pocket. Before heading with Hitomi to the elivator offering her drinks of his coffee as they walked. Helping her and lifting the cup to her lips. He remembered back in the day he would do this kind of thing for her all the time, and for free, now she had Hitomi, and he was pretty sure the body guard did not like him at all. Then again the woman was payed by Sora's father and there was no question that the man hated him. Sora's dad had disliked him back when he had just been the boy next door."How is your family?" He asked curious for a moment, wanting to know about other elements than just her father. "When we have a holiday break, do you plan on going to see them? How mortifying. Is she really so helpless that she has to rely so heavily on someone else? Sora loathes the fact, but what else can she do? Rip off her wings? Kick? Scream? It would be childish of her, and it shall accomplish nothing except aggravating her more so. Her heart in her throat of course figuratively speaking , Sora finally dared to open her eyes once he pulled her hair out of her shirt. Breakfast? Do they have enough time ?Amber gold glanced up at him for but a moment, only to fall away at the subject of her family. It is not one she brings up herself, not if she can help it. I suppose my family is doing fine, she replied at great length, albeit reluctantly. I have not heard anything that requires my concern or worry. Mother is doing well. Father is busy with the company, so I have nothing to report. Holiday break? Oh. Right. It is coming up soon Sora blinked as she is temporarily blinded by sunshine pouring in, just to frown a heartbeat later. I believe I will be expected to return. A shoulder lifted in a nonchalant shrug, though it did not portray any of how she felt about the protest of seeing her family again. I know Father has spoken at great length that I need to be more involved in the business and Mother supports his decision. I should be looking forward to the opportunity. Sora did not look to him for his reaction, but instead chose to look elsewhere. If you do not mind my asking why the inquiry? You know of my family situation already. Sora finally brought herself to look at him, though not directly, through a veil of tangled silver. Is he trying to make idle chit chat? To pass the time? Or is he attempting this to put her at ease? It is difficult to tell. Sora knows not if she can ever forgive him, or see him as a friend. A great deal has happened over the past five years and she is not the same girl he knew her to be. Tell me something, she spoke up again, fidgeting a bit under his scrutiny? No, that is not quite the right word judging stare? No, no Oh, what does it matter? Sora s mouth opened, and yet she could not find the right words to ask. Why? I know that you want us to be friends again, like old times. I just do not understand the reason why. I I was not a good friend. You can easily find new friends, if you put your mind to it. I just I do not understand why you insist on being friends again. Listening to Sora talk about her family was about as pleasant as listening to someone having their teeth pulled out. Matsuda could pretty much instantly tell that she was struggling to talk about anything good when it came to her family. He remembered only small things from the visits he used to have with her, he remembered her mom being kind, and her dad being distant, and apparently that had been pretty much the same to now. The formal way in which she refered him, calling him father, it felt awkward.His dad, when he had been alive had always been dad, he had been close to the man. Which was why his disappearance had been so hard on Matsuda, and why he had tried to go to such great heights and dangers to try and find out any information about what had happened to the man he had loved. As the two of them walked he supposed it was only fair that she ask him why he was suddenly inquiring about her broken home, he knew it was unpleasant at least from back when he had visited, and Sora had all but told him things had not improved."I wanted to know if things had improved is all. Believe it or not that had always kind of nagged at me." A lot of things had nagged at him while he had been locked away barely allowed a thought or breath. When she asked why he was insistent on being friends again he just sighed he thought he had covered this last night."I don't have anyone else. My mother refuses to talk to me, my father is... still missing." He said the last part as if he was pulling his own teeth at that point, he knew deep down his father was probably dead, it had been so many years since that time when he had vanished, but he never admitted that the man was gone verbally he was only ever missing as if he would suddenly show up at UA alive and well."Yes I can make new friends, and I am sure I will, if tomorrow goes well." He added the last part under his breath. "I never thought of you as a bad friend, you were my best, my closest. If anyone was a bad friend it was probably me I should have told you what was going on instead of trying to push you away." He admitted his wrong doing and sighed. "Those are all things we can't fix, what i can fix is the now. I want to be your friend again because you are literally the last living connection I have on this world. You told me that you learned you didn't need friends because of what I did.... but I'm not going to stop offering because.""Because I need you."His voice was suddenly very meek when he said that. "It's an emotional... dumb need, but seeing you again after all those years..." He bit his lip at that point he felt like he was saying too much. Heck he had probably just creeped Sora out, who the hell said that they needed someone. He shivered for a moment this time it was his eyes refusing to meet hers, he didn't want to look at her, he already knew she would reject him, she had been doing that all week."Without you, I become a ghost with no real connection in this world. Yes I could make new friends, but I would have no past. I can have this second chance, but without your acceptance... honestly your opinion is the only one that matters to me anymore. it's the only one that ever mattered to me." It has? Why? To be a Hanakawa means she is meant for greater things , as Father put it. In fact, she is held to higher standards than the other students. Sora has to work harder than everyone else, not just because she cannot do a lot of things herself but because she has to prove herself worthy of the name. Is it so much to ask that she be treated like any other teenager? To be treated as normal for once in her life? Amber glanced over his way once again, and yet she did not dare breach the subject or interrupt, not until he is through.Yes, it seems that many a mistake has been made in the past, on both their parts. Their actions or lack thereof should not play this big of a role on the present, however. A small frown appearing upon her lips, Sora meant to say something or another and yet, she did not take advantage of the opportunity. No, she was struck speechless and she knew not what to think. How can he need her? It would make sense if she was providing some sort of emotional support, or did something of value for him, but she does not. Once again she looked to him, but she could not find anything to say not without looking completely ridiculous.Need? Her? It seems like he means to flatter her, to make it to where she knows not how to think of this. For a moment, she thought he meant it in a different context but of course that is silly. Matsuda has no other feelings for her besides that of friendship. How can anyone find a girl with feathers attractive ?Sora lifted her eyes to the sky, studying the brilliant blue that which has stretched from horizon to horizon the wisps of white that is clouds dancing high above. I do not understand how my opinion is of such high regard, she spoke at long last, though it took her a moment to find the right words. I do understand that your family leaves much to be desired, as does mine, and yet It was then that frustration sank in, causing her to trail off as she considered what to say next. Matsuda I Sora looked to him, as though doing so may provide her with answers but of course, it did nothing of the sort. No, instead, it made it more difficult to find the right words, to offer her opinion, her thoughts. You wish only to have this friendship again out of fear, right? she finally managed to say. It is because the surgery scares you, and I can understand that. Mortality has a way of driving us to do the oddest things. You do not want to feel alone. I What does she do now? Sora does not know if she can forgive him for what happened in the past, for his neglect on their friendship his tentative trust that failed to compel him to tell her what was going on.A heartbeat later, she could not help but release a sigh. I suppose if it is to satisfy an emotional, dumb need ... I can allow our friendship to resume where it left off, Sora begrudgingly caved. It is not as though such a friendship will be without merit. Our Quirks could work well together, provided that we work together and communicate better. I think the best term for this would be a partnership , though A shrug rolled through her shoulders, just for a glance to be thrown his way.How else are they to proceed? It is not as though they could be friends like they were before, especially being that she cannot bring herself to let him get so close again. More than likely, he will end up hurting her, and she could not survive a second assault on her heart, not by him. Sora let the warmth of the sunshine banish the cold threatening to enclose upon her heart, closing her eyes for but a moment. Let us put this subject behind us, she told him after a minute or so of silence. We need to hurry and eat, or else be late for class. "Don't try to psychoanalyze my reasons." Matsuda said when she questioned if it was because of the surgery and his sudden brush with mortality. Mortality, the inivitability of death, well those things had never actually bothered him before. His life had been difficult and in the dark of his jail cell, when he had no one around him who cared about him, when he had been burried and forgotten by everyone he had cared about before hand. Not allowed to breath his full chest because it had a chance of decimating the earth and metal he was surrounded by.There were things in this world much worse than death.The way she said the word friendship, honestly made him groan, the way she talked about it being benificial and 'not without merit.' he had never heard someone talk about a friend in such a sterile way. It was like she used logic to pick apart matters that were far more emotional. A brief memory of the more vibrant girl he remembered, and then he was met with the beautiful, but rather gloomy woman she had become. Was that because of him? had he damaged her beyond repair? He had been focused on what had happened to him in the time he had been gone, but he hadn't really considered the damage to her.Before he could ask about why she was so cold... she told him to put the subject behind them, and for now he would nod and follow that request. Walking out into the sunlight he sighed there was a light breeze today, and he had to admit that was refreshing to feel on his skin."Okay." In truth he was starting to worry that he was dragging them down by always talking about this past. So trying to talk more about the future made things easier. "Do you by any chance have any notes I could borrow from the last few days?" He asked cause he knew she had missed classes, but Hitomi had probably taken notes for her as well. Psychoanalyze ? Is she really? Is that all she is able to do now? Is she unable to grasp her emotions? Or act out on them? Sora did not think of that nor does she like the prospect she may not be to understand what she feels in her heart. A frown tugging at the corners of her lips, it was a moment or so before she came to realize he asked her a question. Hm? Oh. Ah. Yes. I do have notes, Sora replied, distracted by the breeze ruffling her feathers. It was nice, refreshing even. I have a device that records the lectures Hitomi does not intervene with my studying methods, except to get notes if I miss the classes. I actually memorize everything I can, for the tests and such. Uh oh. Did she make things awkward, by opening her mouth earlier ?Most likely. Perhaps it would be best if she keeps quiet. It seems that every time she says anything, it only makes things worse. Sora did not dare look at him again, but instead chose to have her eyes study the colorful flowers nearby. Being that Hitomi had to get her notes during her time of recovery, she will have to study the meticulously neat handwriting of her bodyguard, and yet he will need them, too, if he is to pass the classes. If she is not mistaken, a test is coming up Sora lifted her eyes as he held open the door for her, only for her ears to be assaulted with the noise of more than half a dozen conversations going on at once.Yikes. It is moments like this that Sora dreads. A wing lifted as though to hide her tangled silver hair, but of course, it is pointless to do so. Amber eyes dropped as they entered the building, finding the floor to be more interesting all of a sudden. I do not usually eat breakfast, she brought up. If you want to, that is perfectly fine by me, but... At a loss for words, Sora let herself trail off. It used to always be a topic of discussion, her eating habits being that everyone thought she should eat more. A veil of silver hiding her face from view, she went to take a seat nearby, as to prevent any arguing or tension. "Why don't you normally eat breakfast." Matsuda looked over Sora for a moment. She honestly seemed like ate enough she had a good figure, her body wasn't too thin. As she went to get a table, he went to get food. He kept pondering why Sora would want to starve herself, there was no logic to that choice. He quickly got together two breakfasts, they were simple, a fruit, some juice, a bagel with cream cheese. They were simple cause they were still running late, and as he arrived back at the table with Sora he placed one of the trays in front of her."You have a long day ahead of you." He said softly. He had tried to get only food that she should have been able to handle with her wings. Stuff that didn't require his help to eat. He wasn't about to accept her body as an excuse to not take care of herself, and if she really did use that then he would go the extra mile, taking the bagel that was for her and lifting it up to her.Matsuda had no issue being a temporary care taker, there was no shame in it for him. Heck he actually enjoyed feeding her it was kind of cute, like something a couple would do. He smiled at her. He saw the tension that she was carrying, and moved to sit a little closer so that he didn't have to yell over the voices around him. He was close enough that honestly he could feel her body heat radiating off of her, he blushed at just how close the two of them were physically.His arm brushed against her wing, and he felt the softness of her feathers. He had completely forgotten that. He looked at Sora with an odd fondness perhaps even loving glance. "let me help you." He whispered against her. Sora looked up at him through a tangle of silver, amber just barely visible through the strands. A long day ahead? No, not necessarily ? Yes, Hitomi is not here to provide assistance on more of the difficult tasks, but she will manage somehow. Her attention switched to the two trays he brought, a small frown threatening to overtake her features. Did he just not listen ? It is inconsiderate that he took it upon himself to bring her breakfast, though she specified she does not usually eat this early or is it? No, this is not the time to be considering it. ...Thank you, Sora begrudgingly told him, even if she did not feel a great deal of gratitude towards the gesture. It looks as though he was thoughtful enough to bring her things that are easy to eat, which has to be something, she supposes. About to try and fix a bagel for herself because, quite frankly, it seems to be the easiest to deal with , Sora did not expect him to take it and lift it nor did she expect him to shift a bit closer.Uh oh. Heat did not hesitate to rise to her face and of course, her heart decided right then to flip over inside her chest, only to beat faster. The tips of her ears burning as well, leaving no doubt as to how she felt at that exact moment, Sora fidgeted nervously in her seat hoping against hope, though futile as it may be, he did not notice. Matsuda s arm brushed against her wing, too serving to make matters worse. Their eyes met, crimson red and golden amber and it was almost as though the world fell away.Let him help ? Red quickly replacing the pink upon her cheeks, Sora had no words of protest nor could she think of anything to say. No, instead it was almost as though she had no other choice but to succumb to his wishes. Sora bit her lip before opening her mouth for a bite despite the fact this feels like something a couple would do. Matsuda could see how red her face had gotten his own was aglow as well, this was probably the closest he would ever get to being in a relationship. He kept telling himself that he was only trying to help his close friend, that this was not a romantic moment for the two of them, that even if he saw it that way he knew she never would agree to that. So he tried to hide this as him just helping even if it was a lot more intimate than he had expected.When she could take over eating for herself he turned to his own breakfast, his ears burning for a moment as he felt a lot more red. He lowered his scarf, and ate at his own food. Still sitting beside Sora. He was recovering from the intimate moment, but he also never pulled away. He stayed a lot closer to Sora than he had previously.His red eyes would occasionally peek back to her golden ones. There was a real urge to try and steal a kiss, and that was where he had to break it off. "Come on, we should go to class." he said standing up finishing his food, he fell in line behind Sora. Why is her heart beating so fast? Why does her face feel like it is on fire? Sora did not know the answer to any of these questions, but she can pretend as though she was not affected by what just happened between he and her. It is easier said than done, though. For some reason, she feels sort of jittery. Sora nibbled at the breakfast he was kind enough to provide her with, however it seems she has lost her appetite. Then again, she did not have much of one to begin with.Matsuda did not pull away, either which did not help calm the butterflies any. In fact, Sora was very aware of his presence to the point that she had to fight against the urge to fidget, or move away. At one point, she could have sworn he had kept glancing over at her, but of course that is just ridiculous. He is not interested inher,not in a feathered freak. Oh. Ah. Yes. Sora stood to join him, however she did not expect him to slide in behind her. A look over her shoulder had silver rippling down the length of the girl s back curling just so at the junction of her hips. Do you plan on walking behind me the entire time? she felt the need to ask. I almost feel as though I have a shadow and I am used to having Hitomi with me. Sora did not say anything else before heading off down the hallway back to the elevator they had used prior. "S sorry." Matsuda said still recovering from the odd experience when she asked if he was going to stay behind her. He hadn't even really realized he had been walking slightly behind her, and yet the view it had ascribed to him, his eyes during that short walk had been stuck on the ladies backside. The rounded butt that Sora had, he hadn't even really been aware that he had been so focused on the girls legs and ass until she had mentioned that he was walking like he was her shadow or body guard. He stepped himself up, and came to walk beside her. But his eyes were now trying to avoid her.Breakfast had apparently awoken a very different appetite one he hadn't been able to really pursue while he had been in juvenile detention, and one he could not even stat to to look up since his computer was monitored and tied to the schools network. No porn, just his imagination, and for some reason every image his imagination could conjure came with downy soft feathery wings, and two very soft golden eyes. He rubbed his eyes for a moment trying to shake those images from his head, even as he was standing next to the embodiment of them. If she hadn't wanted to be his friend, than she certainly would not want to hear about being his fantasy girl."It just felt kind of right." He had never really been equal to Sora, not really. Before he had been a prisoner, her family had been more important than his. With her father running the agency that his father had worked at. As children it had mattered little, nowadays he had to wonder what would happen. Hitomi was off reporting to Sora's father no doubt that the woman would tell the man Matsuda was back in his daughters life. At which point how would her father react? Would he even be around to see that reaction."Plus I didn't want to hit you with a stray breath or anything." He said making the excuse that he had been trying to aim away from her body. even if the truth was that his eyes and face had been directed almost implicitly towards her ass.He was about to open his mouth more to say something, but it seemed the two of them had finally arrived at the classroom, and so they would have to take their seats, even if they were sitting almost directly next to one another. It just felt ? Sora looked to him, only to find he is avoiding her eyes. Did she do something wrong? Did she offend him somehow? It has been so long since they have last spent any time together, it is difficult to tell if she has said the wrong thing or not. Sora thought of speaking up, however she did not know how to ask of the awkward tension that has suddenly found a way into their conversation? No. Oh well. It is not as though she needs to define everything. Amber eyes falling away, Sora was thinking perhaps it is best if she keeps quiet when he spoke again, and yet his explanation did not make any sense.Apparently, he meant to say something as well, because it was then that their eyes met at long last but it seems they have reached their destination. Sora tore her eyes away from him, but what is the point? Do they not sit right next to each other? It is not as though she can pretend like he is anywhere else. No, wait. What happened to her seat ? It is different. Sora lifted a wing, the silvery white feathers hiding how flustered she is only a small bit. Has the teacher lost his mind?! A hint of pink rising to her otherwise pale features, she shuffled between her feet talons, technically and ever so slowly began to make her way towards it. Hesitation had her looking about in the hopes that this is a cruel joke, but alas it appears not.Sora sank into her new seat, somewhat surprised to find it is easier to do so in this one than it was the previous. No one offered to give her an explanation as to why this came to be. Nor did she ask. A few threads of silver swaying to obscure her face from view, the young woman listened closely to the lesson, seeing as how she has no device to record the lecture, or the kind Hitomi to jot down notes. How she will pass the upcoming test, she has no idea. Sora could not help but look at her potentially new friend every so often, though, being that she found the events of earlier quite strange. Hanakawa? Are you alright? Taken by surprise, Sora blinked and focused on Yaoyorozu Momo, if she remembers correctly, just to offer a polite smile. Y Yes, I am just fine, she replied on the softest of laughs. Thank you for your concern, though. Black eyes closed as a sheepish smile bloomed before her eyes. No, you have no need to thank me. I just thought you looked pale is all. Momo rolled back onto her heels, just to move to return to her seat diagonally from the two. "Ah miss Hanakawa, Mr. Ito, how good of you to join us... twelve minutes late." The teacher at the end of the class room looked completely unimpressed with the two stragglers as they made their way to their desks. The teacher went on with his lesson for a bit, before ascribing some hand outs and personal work.Matsuda noticed the new desk and was curious, but at the same time was more embarrassed that he had apparently dragged Sora behind in class. Apparently his watch was off by a bit, and the two of them really shouldn't have stopped for breakfast. However the two of them were still on light duty. If anything the thing he didn't like was the fact that he was hearing murmurings about the two of them. After the injuries and time they spent together Matsuda was sure that there would be rumors starting up about the two stragglers. He just hoped that the fellow students were mature enough not to go on and on about them.The teacher walked to Sora's desk as he was going about giving out hand outs, but stopped for a moment. "You will notice Miss Hanakawa that your desk has been re arranged. I spoke to the people down in the support class, and gave them a bit of a project." He said in reference to the desk. "Before you were in public school correct? Often in those schools they don't like to give out accommodations. They think everyone should be graded equally, it's the same reason why quirks aren't allowed in P.E. From this point forward Miss Hanakawa for your personal work you will not be allowed to use Hitomi as your scribe. I will allow you to use a recorder for lectures, but for all tests and home work, and lecture notes, I would like you to try writing with this." He placed a specially designed pen on the desk, which slanted and adjusted so that it would be easier for her to access. "Simply put you should have enough dexterity in your talons, that you should have mastered writting a long time ago using them. I have adjusted your course work so that you can get used too the new form of writing as I don't think you have ever used them in this way before, but for the rest of the year you will be forced to push yourself out of your comfort zone, and use your talons as your hands.""It's all in the effort to go beyond what we expect of ourselves. You have my full confidence that with these adjustments you will be able to write your own work in the long run. I'm also having a copy of this desk sent to your room for out of classwork. I would have told you all of this before the class started, but it seems you're light duty has made you a touch tardy."The teacher walked up to Ito and put a hand out on his desk as well. "I know you were injured as well, and I am aware of your... health issues, so I will allow your tardy behavior to slide today, but you are already on a thin line, see that you do not hang yourself with it."Matsuda let out a verbal whine and wrapped his scarf tighter around his face for a moment to hide the blush. "Now today is day two, so you will be choosing a class president and vice president from among you." The teacher went on. "We will allow you some time to get more antiquated with each of your other members, and then you will choose your nominations." Oh. Oh no. Please. No.All throughout class, she is to be stuck in the horrible, humiliating situation where she has to use her talons ? Everyone is going to laugh ! Not only will she look foolish, it will be a mockery of the Hanakawa name. Already she can feel heat rising to her face, as if to prove her thoughts true. As quickly as she can manage, she bowed her head out of shame.Why did the teacher feel a need to do this ? Is it because of Hitomi? Did he find her presence to be a distraction? Or annoying? It is difficult to say. His words are carefully spoken, not to mention kind and supportive however, she could not help but feel frustrated at this turn of events. Sora refused to lift a talon to touch the pen specially designed for her. It was almost like admitting defeat. Yes, she listened to the lecture, but she did not take notes. Must everyone make her decisions for her ? Father has high expectations of her, and demands she rise to the occasion and yet, why the teacher? Did Father say something to him ?No, not likely. Father always spoke in the past about how using her talons was undignified, how she is never to do so in public. Sora looked to the wings she was born with cursed with, more like and how the light rippled over snowy silver. Why was she born with wings instead of hands ? It would be a far easier thing to be dealt with. The Hanakawa name is a heavy burden, and it is nearly impossible to carry upon her shoulders without hands to steady the weight. Sora closed her eyes her blank expression crumbling for but a moment, revealing the turmoil hiding underneath the facade. It is tempting to cry however, there are several reasons why she cannot. It seems she is to endure this new torment that is, until she can find some other way of handling the situation. Is there a way she can take her tests privately ? Without anyone else in the room? It would not hurt to try and ask, at least Sora can feel the heat of tears burning at her eyes, thus quickly turned away so no one could notice. Taking a deep breath helped her calm down somewhat but it was not enough. Why does this have to happen to her ?! It is just horrifying, the idea she might have to write in front of everyone using her talons then again, when is the last time she practiced? Two years ago? Three? No, it had to have been longer than that.Wait. Are they to pick their class president? So soon? Sora fought against the impulse to scowl, and instead let out a delicate sigh and look elsewhere. It is not as though she can nominate anyone this is only their second day, of course she has no idea who is best qualified for the position! The only people she knows in this class is Matsuda Ito and Yaoyorozu Momo, the first because of their shared history, the second because of coincidence.A hand was raised, and surprisingly enough, Yaoyorozu Momo was first to be nominated as president. Both hands lifted to wave, a pleased yet bashful smile spreading across the young woman s face. M Me? Momo replied on a soft laugh. I I don t know what to say ! Matsuda was probably the only person who noticed the fact that Sora seemed closer to having some form of panic attack. He had been with her a long time, and even when they were kids she had mixed feelings about using her talons. She had back when they were kids, and it had never bothered them, but he remembered some incident where they had been drawing or something else that dumb kids do and she was pulled away by her father. Looking to the teacher he didn't really see anything on the teachers face. It made sense this school was all about pushing them to do more, and becoming hero's in their own right with the desk that Sora had now she could push herself to compete with the rest of the class on her own and remove the aid she had.After all she couldn't rely on an aid her entire life. He was sure that Hitomi was a fine individual, but Matsuda still didn't like the woman. Due in part because she had told him off in the first few hours of their meeting. Matsuda however did not want to leave his potentially one and only friend hanging. He just didn't really know how to help her as she seemed to spiraling out further into sadness. Heck at one point she looked like she was going to cry.As the class went about selecting a president the rest of the room erupted in conversation talking about the merits of each and every person in the class. Matsuda already knew he wouldn't be picked. He had seemed weak and lazy from the opening move so the class seemed to underestimate him. Not to mention the heavy loss from yesterdays exercise. He used the chance to move about unnoticed in the class, and put his notes onto Sora's desk. Giving her his only copy.The page that he had pulled out of his book also had little drawings he had been working on while deciding which things were important to jot down and which weren't. One such drawing was a quick and tiny sketch of her that he had mindlessly drawn. It caught her essence well, as she was sitting next to him. though the drawing had added a few comical exaggerations. He had written under the drawing 'you can do et'. and a thumbs up with a heart.The male rep was chosen shortly after he had handed the note over so he didn't have to linger long on that choice.Vice president of the class Midoria Izuku, was practically tripping over himself. The guy was like the one person that had a quirk possibly worse than Matsuda's wind based quirk. For one every time he fired the thing he broke bones, Matsuda was left without the ability to breath for a bit but to actually compete with a quirk that turned ones bones to dust was kind of insane.Midoria stood next to Momo and scratched his head for a moment blushing. "I mean... if you guys really think I'd be good." He looked to Momo, clearly the more composed of the two of them. He smiled to her. "You can depend on me... I hope." Sora did not expect Matsuda to give her his one and only copy of today s notes. It makes sense, though being that his surgery is for later today, and it is not as though he will be here tomorrow or the day after. He will need time to recover. It is very sweet of him to go so far as to hand her his notes, however. Did he notice her struggling with ? Most likely. Matsuda knows her better than anyone. A small smile pulling at her lips, Sora glanced about before lifting one of her legs up the talons gently grabbing the notes he had placed on her desk. It required a bit of maneuvering, and yet she managed to do it somehow. The tips of her ears burning hot, she tried to put them away discreetly in her bag without drawing attention onto herself. Later, she will copy them away from prying eyes and return the notes to their rightful owner.How can she ever repay him? It is a generous gesture, one he should not have done. Sora has to dosomething ! Heat rising in order to paint pale features once again, she stole a glance at the young man she once considered to be a good friend not entirely sure if that has ever changed. Yes, it has been many years since he disappeared from her life, never to be heard from again however, upon making an unexpected appearance, he has been nothing but supportive, even if they did have a rocky start.A little drawing had been of her. A collection of little scribbles had decorated the margins of his notes, and yet she had entered his mind at some point or another. Sora fidgeted in her seat, finding that her heart is fluttering inside her chest now. Is there a reason behind it ? Maybe. It is not in her nature anymore to be emotional, but to focus on what is required of her, of what is expected of her. It is just easier to lock away such distractions. Sora knows it best to analyze data, to memorize equations, formulas instead of anything that is of a social sort.Yaoyorozu Momo looked to Midoriya Izuku with a tilt of her head and a sweet smile, raising a hand to place it on her cheek. I m sure you ll do fine, Midoriya san, she reassured him. You can depend on me, too. Let s work together! A few things were relayed to them as the new class representatives, about how they are to help the teachers and so forth, but it was not long until the whole matter was put behind them in favor of learning another lesson. Momo went to take her seat, tucking her skirt neatly underneath her.It was not until the end of class, when everyone is filing out that Sora chose to move, keeping her head bowed but her eyes on her target. Matsuda san? Their eyes met for but a heartbeat or two, golden amber and ruby red and then, Sora leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Thank you, she whispered there. I do appreciate your generosity. Do you wish for me to walk you to the nurse s office when it comes time for your ? Being that he did not share this sensitive information with anyone else, she let her words trail off.A small tilt of her head had pieces of silver swaying forward, many of which brushed against his arm and cheek. Sora offered him what could only be a bashful smile, her wing lingering on his arm for a moment before it began to retreat. I I need to fetch my bag, she realized too late, twisting to retrieve it off the side of her desk. Matsuda blinked when he heard Sora's voice turning towards her in time to feel her lips press against his cheek. His eyes widened and he was in a sudden state of shock for a moment. He honestly hadn't expected the action to come from her, but the moment it did his heart was set on fire the rapid beating in his chest like a drum. When she went to grab her bag, he was practically red just from the contact. What was he supposed to do? He his brain went silent having abandoned him to the wild beat of drums that was his heart at the moment so loud in his years that he thought it would deafen him for the rest of the day.The offer to come with him, for her to be one of the last things that held him at the end. Did she care? She had said her feelings very verbally towards him before. His eyes looked like they were going to go cross eyed for a moment before they closed, his face nine shades of red as he realized he hadn't been breathing. He had not taken a breath since she had kissed him, how many seconds had that been? a full minute? Was this what a panic attack felt like? He just had full contact with a woman, his first kiss, and that was apparently sending him into shock. The fabric of his scarf was not helping it was rubbing his nose, and with all the blood rushing to his face he felt his face twitch. "Ah."And with that sharp intake it became unavoidable, the twitch was put into place, he was too nervous to stop it, knew better than to put his hand in front of it. He tried to strangle out a warning of some kind. His body had just set off a chain reaction deadly to those around him. "Ah.""Achoo!" The burst of wind conjured by the sneeze was a akin to a heavy storm in all directions, desks, fabric, everything torn assunder by one powerful irrepressible reflex due to the S tier uncontrolled quirk that fired it. The wind storm created by Matsuda passed in seconds leaving the classroom in complete disarray. Desks had been torn apart, thrown to either side of the room. His own desk nearest to the epicenter of the blast was now embedded into the wall and refused to dislodge it's self.the fabric of the scarf, and in fact all that Matsuda had been wearing was gone, torn to sunders and obliterated like that of everyone else who was too late and stuck in the room. Rubbing his nose he felt wet, and came away with a small amount of blood, not from his throat but from his nose due more to the heavy blushing than the actual sneeze. a few seconds earlier.Midoria had smiled when Momo said that the two of them would be working together. In truth he was actually happy about that fact. It was a bit awkward that he got chosen, really he didn't think that he would be able to do much to help the class. But going over the duties he was always good at studying so he was pretty sure he could help carry them out. As long as he wasn't in the primary leadership role he was certain that he would be more at least adequate."ah"Midoria turned and heard the breath, seeing where it was coming from and seeing the impending stance of what was about to happen. His mind did what it always did, analyzing the quirk and what could happen. Estimating the radius of the possible attack, the wind force. His eyes widened. the girl that was in front of Matsuda was already gone, un saveable. He could break a leg if he did that using all for one he could get to her in time to push her out the window, but the glass was likely bullet proof, and he wasn't sure if their combined weight and force would break the window or pancake them.No he had to admit to himself that not everyone could be saved. the majority of the students were already gone, the only one remaining was... Momo.He charged towards her, he couldn't access all for one. He tried to get to her, to push her out of the classroom, to get her out of the blast range."Achoo!"It was like a bomb had been set off behind him the complete pressure wave difference, as he pushed momo out of the room in time and was caught half way by the sudden wave of pressure and air was overwhelming, it threw him out into the hall. his body bouncing ragdoll against the woman he had been trying to get out of the room. his body thrown as it was landed atop Momo, his school uniform in tatters around him. "Are you okay?" In an instant everything changed. It was quiet. All the students were fixing to leave, and most had managed to make it out into the hallway before he sneezed. Sora had begun to twist around to face him after retrieving her bag, and she caught but a glimpse of glowing red that is, until a gust of wind had her flying back. Luckily she managed to go right over her desk, however it hurt to hit the wall like she did, and of course she could not peel herself off, or make her escape. It was as if a powerful typhoon went off right in the middle of the classroom. Every desk was either torn apart or sent flying and of course, fabric was just as easy to rip and tear.Many of her feathers were stolen, too, spiraling about. Sora can hear her uniform ripping but it was impossible to preserve her dignity under these circumstances. No, it was far too late for that. Much to her horror, his sneeze did not stop there, also destroying the white bra she had on underneath the crisp white shirt. Heat did not hesitate to rise to her face, either, to project her overwhelming embarrassment. Sora had on a pair of pale pink panties which, miraculously enough, was spared so she did not have to worry about hiding that part of her body. A few bands of wind were still whipping through the room by the time gravity decided to take over sending her sliding down the wall and promptly disposing her onto the floor.An awkward silence fell. Sora kept a wing pressed against her breasts, however she doubts it is doing a great deal of good in hiding anything. Her heart refused to calm down. In fact, it was beating against her rib cage so hard, it was liable to break free and flop onto the floor as well!Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. Sora is not so weak, though so, instead, she chose to bask in the other emotion that which is most prominent inside her chest: fury. I I cannot believe you! she cried out. Why did you not give me any warning?! Did you want to strip me bare ?! Sora delivered a deadly glare while struggling to rise up onto her feet however, her knees could not support her weight just yet, leaving her stumbling into a nearby desk. A curse just about left her lips. I swear! Tangled silver did nothing to hide her anger or her frustration or her mortification, instead framing her beautiful flushed features as she struggled to compose herself in this situation she was forced into. A ray of sunlight fell in from behind, playing over silvery white feathers and down the sensual curve of her spine while she went to look for her bag. I am never going to forgive you for this! Sora huffed, bending down and, unintentionally, providing him with a view of her shapely ass. Picking up her bag only fueled her fury, though, because the moment she did... it unraveled in ribbons, as if the wind cut through it like knives. A frustrated growl left her, and she threw it back down with another glare thrown his way. All the oxygen was kicked out of her lungs as Midoriya Izuku charged towards her with no explanation whatsoever, pushing her out of the classroom right before a storm went off? What the ? Momo had no time to ask questions, instead closing her eyes to prepare herself for the inevitable. Everything happened so fast, she couldn t make anything to protect them from hitting the wall just opposite the door. It takes concentration to create, and how could she at a time like this ?! Ouch The back of her head and shoulders aching, Momo dared to open her eyes once she heard Midoriya s voice. First thing she noticed was his uniform in tatters, strips of white and blue hanging off him and then she noticed the destruction right behind him. I I will be fine, she replied, but what about you?! Are you alright? A leg slid up to push into the floor as she fought to sit up however, her vision swam the moment she did so, making her groan and cover her eyes. I think I hit my head Momo told him. I will be fine, though. You need to be looked at after whatever just happened. Did you get hurt at all? What Momo didn t realize was that in their current position her breasts are pressing into his chest, and their hips are nearly grinding, or that her skirt was riding high. Matsuda was trying to recover when he heard Sora's voice yell at him, he opened his eyes, blinking but at the same time not really being able to see anything. His head was pounding feeling like his brain had just rebounded around inside of his skull. His heart was less pounding, and he was suddenly a lot colder than he remembered being. Unfortunately for him, his sneeze had not been fully contained by the scarf, which was gone as he could feel the air his face was exposed too. He could hear him yelling at him, and was still in a way trying to catch his breath his hand working on his face rubbing his eyes to try and get them to focus.When everything did come into view, it was like a fantasy come true, even as she glared at him. Okay the glare was a lot less fantaful than he would have liked, and in fact she was now livid with him. He immediately turned his back towards her, his hands covering up his own personal shame, he moved towards the other side of the room, and activated the wall of costumes, quickly grabbing his spare scarf and using it as a sash to wrap around his very naked lower body. "I'm sorry! When I sneeze everything shuts down... I can't talk, I can barely move."His body required a lot of air intake for something like a sneeze, the winds it produced took a lot out of him, and the recovery from it was immense. In rpg terms it's an attack that also damages him. She would hear his breath be slightly ragged, and if she was looking at his face, she would see the drips of crimson lining his mouth and nose, even some from his eyes as the pressure burst various blood vessels through his face. He was still half blind, the vision around him was blurry, and while he could see Sora if he looked towards her, her features were blurry. Seeing and enjoying were two very different things. He pulled Sora's costume from the wall, and tossed it towards her, if nothing else she could at least have some clothing to walk around in, minus the battle equipment."It hurt me as much as it hurt anyone else... I... did not want to do that." They had just started to make progress, she had just kissed him, and now because of a reflex he had very clearly hurt her. Why.... why did he always hurt the one person in this place that he actually cared about. He broke, he collapsed his legs not willing to support him as he slumped. His frame completely naked he sniffled for a moment, trying not to cry. "I hate my quirk!" Midoria was oddly warm, despite the fact that his clothing was ripped in places, his shirt falling apart, his pants barely held together, moving as he got up, he felt his hand touch the soft skin of Momo's chest, or the fact that he was between her legs. He got up and bowed towards her, apologizing before she said that she hit her head. He looked himself over as he did. He noticed something he found odd as he tried to move his foot. His ankle wasn't broken, but it hurt a lot. Looking down at his leg and saw burns running up and down his legs.Midoria winced at the pain, but honestly they weren't so bad. "I'm fine I can move, i've done worse to myself." He said lightly. If he had to guess the burns were superficial. They were probably caused by the rapid change in presure and the fact that he had been caught in the midst of the half way point between normal air, and the pressure burst. Where as Sora and he would have received no such wounds."I'm gonna need a new uniform though." He said slowly pickhing himself up, sure enough the pain was easy to ignore when it came to the difference between a few burns and snapping every bone in his body. He gently picked up Momo, supporting her head. as he did. "Sorry, your a bit taller than me, so it's awkward, but I'm gonna get you to the doctor's office is that okay?" Do you honestly believe you are the only one?! Sora spat, unintentionally making her words laced with venom. Do you think I like the fact I have to rely on others? That I have wings instead of hands?! It is just humiliating, to say the least. I cannot even change into my uniform without help! I had to haveyouassist me this morning! Sora flushed red at the memory, but luckily he was not looking in her direction any longer. No, Matsuda had enough common decency to look the other way. It does not help a great deal, though considering she has yet to pick her battle armor on. How is she to manage without Hitomi ?! Despair sank in the pit of her stomach. "I have never even been on a date," she confessed in a huff, unaware that she had spoken out loud. I know you did not want to do this, she said on a sigh, struggling to use her talons, but you could have given me some type of warning beforehand. I just I do not know what to think. You do realize that you have just about destroyed our classroom. Amber golden eyes swept what remains of their classroom, taking in the damage he has dealt with only a sneeze. I do not see many desks intact. I see cracks in the blackboard, too, which may pose as a bit of a problem. I do not know what of the other students, but it appears that I am the only one here. Most superheroes in training go for elaborate, or the fanciful, but not she. Sora has few options to begin with, being that she has her wings to take into consideration, thus she has but a plain white tank top and dark blue jeans to fight in. Perhaps it is disgracing the name of heroes everywhere, however it is what she is most comfortable in. Upon taking a seat on top of an upturned desk, Sora gently used her talons to try and pull the shirt up and over her head. It was quite a struggle. It seems the fabric is not able to withstand the sharp edge of her talons, so it tore here and there however, it was still able to conceal her body, though only somewhat. Sora lifted her wings once the white shirt settled, just to sigh. It tore in quite a few places. Alas. It will appear that she will need to talk to someone of her uniform.Once again she looked to him, but instead of feeling nothing she could feel her heart fracture inside her chest, oddly enough. Why do you cry? Sora chose to ask him, her voice gentle. I am not hurt. I do not think anyone else is, either. I apologize for speaking out of anger. I just... Sora shuffled, tempted to reach out and touch him, if only to comfort however, will her talons hurt him? As they have others? I am frustrated, she decided at long last to share. I am not angry, per se, but I am frustrated especially being that I will need you to put on my jeans. I doubt I can do so on my own. Black eyes blinked as she lifted a hand to cradle the back of her head. Momo couldn t help the soft laugh, or the amused little smile she sent his way. No, you re perfectly alright, she told him. I know it was an accident. Don t apologize. I m just happy everyone is alright. Most of the students had left the classroom when the tornado hit, that is except for the one who caused the storm, and his friend? Is that right? In any case, there are other matters to be concerned with. Momo closed an eye as she s helped to her feet, pain echoing throughout her body at various points.Oh. Her shoulders must have taken the force of the impact, followed by her head her hips. No wonder it hurts to focus on anything. N No, I appreciate your help regardless, Momo found the words to say, just to lift her head a bit and look through the doorway of their classroom. It was in shambles inside. Momo groaned as pain made her head throb, closing her eyes again. I believe the nurse s office is down the hallway here. Matsuda blinked for a moment hearing her say that she had never been on a date before. He was rubbing his eyes, trying to make them stop after his complete break down. "But... You're beautiful." He said not sure why it had come out, but it had. He blinked hearing the words they felt right coming from him. He got to putting on some pants, and felt her talon gently press onto his back for a moment finding the touch to be so comforting in the moment and he turned towards her. He blinked trying to have dryer eyes. She wasn't completely angry at him after that, though she was right he had completely destroyed the room."This is U.A. Quirk accidents happen, the room will probably fix it's self or something." It was the most advanced school on earth, and catered to people with destructive quirks, it was very likely that this wasn't the first time that an entire classroom was destroyed by someones rogue quirk. He turned towards her, looking at her. He regarded her wings, her talons, her everything. He rubbed his eyes, which were slightly more crimson than usual red with tears."I sneeze when I'm nervous... and when I sneeze my body is completely paralyzed, I can't do anything while I'm in that state." He said softly, knowing that it didn't matter, he should have found some way to warn her despite his quirks complete hold over him."I love your quirk, your wings, are... beautiful. You can fly." He said softly if she was offering a power trade than he would probably take it up happily. He was sure about that. He moved getting on the under shirt from his costume, and picked up her jeans he moved to open them for her to step into. "And yes... I even like your talons." Delivering momo to the nurses office, he gently put her down onto a bed, and explained what happened. Midoria insisted that she be seen too first, Recovery girl kissed her forehead and cured her injuries using some of her energy, though it would feel like nothing due to her injuries being less sever than Midoria's constant broken bones. "I'm glad you are okay." He smiled at her.For him, she treated his burns the way they would normally be treated just wrapping them up with some gauze and cooling liquids, they were minor so as long as they were protected they wouldn't get infected. "I think the two that started that storm just need to work out their differences. As much as I want to help everyone, their little drama spats are going to get really annoying if they can't work out their issues." He would never really recommend anything untuward, but even Midoria had limits when it came to his patience it's been like three days. "We should probably go back to the classroom, or get a teacher, with the room destroyed i think it's our job to make sure it gets fixed." Beautiful? No, he is just flattering her. It is impossible for anyone to find her attractive. Father has difficulty looking at her, and she is his own daughter! Deciding it best to pretend as if she heard nothing, Sora latched onto the new subject as if it were a lifeline and she is drowning in the sea of awkward adolescence. Yes, but I doubt anyone appreciates the destruction, Matsuda. I do not know if it costs them money to have the repairs done, or if the room can fix itself, per se but I think it has to do with the effort behind it. No, wait is she making any sense? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Who is to say? On top of the desk still, she lifted her eyes in time to see his regarding her, studying her with eyes more red than usual.Is it just her, or is it just the light, deceiving her to believe that there is some emotion hiding in their depths? Sora could not handle looking any further, and instead chose to look out through the nearest window to the world beyond. It did not hide the fact she is blushing, or that the pink had begun to burn the tips of her ears. Nervous? Sora repeated in the softest of murmurs. Do you mind telling me what had made you so nervous you destroyed our classroom with a single sneeze? Matsuda had frozen right after she kissed him on the cheek. It happened right after.No.Could it be ? Sora fought against the impulse to shrink away as he approached, kneeling down to help her with her jeans. You love my Quirk? My wings? she repeated, this time incredulously. You are biased, she put it quite plainly, though of course she could not hope to hide her reaction to his words. You are someone who views me as a friend, who wishes to rekindle our friendship to that which it was before. You do not see me as others do. A foot gingerly stepped into the jeans, one after the other, a wing reaching out to touch his shoulder and keep her steady. Sora pushed up off the desk next. You cannot say that a feathered freak is appealing to anyone. I m happy you weren t hurt worse, Momo replied with a smile of her own. It could ve been a lot worse. Momo waited until he was treated before rising up off the cot, relieved to find she can stand without swaying from dizziness. I think it s unfair to assume it was a spat, she chided, a frown settling along her lips. We don t know what sort of conversation they were having, and since neither one of us know them well, I think it s safe to say we should let them explain what happened. In any case, they do need to return to their classroom or at least hunt down a teacher to inform them that repairs are needed. Momo brushed her hands over her skirt, not entirely surprised to find bits of paint and plaster falling free. I think we need to inform our teacher, she decided after a moment or two, though I have no idea where he ll be right now. Do we tell the Principal, then, or someone else? Momo tapped a finger on her chin, lips pursing in thought. I actually have no idea where anyone would be at this point in time she came to realize. Do you, Recovery Girl? Momo s black eyes turned to the elderly woman. The way she denied that she could be attractive hurt him, not only because it was Matsuda saying it but because she seemed to honestly believe that she was inferior to someone else just because her body wasn't the normal shape, and maybe he was biased, but he still looked at her. "Maybe not everyone can appreciate you." He said softly, but moved closer to her, as he buttoned up her jeans, did he dare to do something?They were inches apart, and he could feel her wings warmly on his shoulder. He was going to have a surgery tonight at sundown. Past that morning breakfast he couldn't eat or drink anything, there was a chance that he wouldn't be here tomorrow, so was it fair for him to share these feelings now? and she was right he wanted their friendship. He wanted her, he was dabling in uncharted territories, and his arms slowly rose to her shoulders, touching her, and then pulling her closer for a hug. "But I can, and if no one else can see you for how beautiful you are, than they are blind."He decided at this point it didn't matter. Rejection, death, none of it mattered. He stopped breathing trying not to use his quirk in such a close proximity, even when he had spoken it had been creating winds because he couldn't turn it off, enough to ruffle clothing and feathers. Pulling her into a hug, and then finally he pressed his lips to hers. Holding her tightly kissing her, his entire body trembled, and she would be able to feel the fact that in that moment he was completely vulnerable. Any and all protective walls were down he was too nervous to even move or breath, but there was no sneeze coming.After he did that, one of his crimson eyes opened, and he looked at her worried that he was so far out of bounds that he was going to be attacked, or make things so much wrose. that said the air was also very still as he tried his best not to breath and it was starting to show. Recovery girl sighed. "They are probably in the teachers lounge at this point." She said regarding the two young spirits, as midoria got up and tested his feet. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment. Momo had just called him out, and he personally felt a little dirty he always tried to think the best of people, but maybe between his injuries or something else he had made the mistake of speaking negatively about someone else.finding himself mobile Midoria nodded to Momo. "You're right sorry." He didn't normally talk down about another person. "We have to keep the best in mind for others, they are our classmates, they probably didn't mean to destroy the room. Matsuda's quirk is rather... limited in use kinda like mine. It seems to hurt him with each use." He said softly thinking about it. He pulled out his note book, and started to write and break down the power as the two of them walked. You can? Sora replied on a soft, bemused laugh, all while disbelief sparkled in golden amber. I hate to tell you this, Matsuda, but you may need to get your eyes In the back of her mind she had come to realize how close they were, how she still had her wings upon his shoulders, however she did not think anything of it. Sora did not believe it to be anything out of the ordinary. Friends develop the habit of touching throughout the years. It is a sort of skinship, or so she has been told. And yet never did she think it would lead to akiss.At first she just froze. How could she not? It feels as if she is struggling to put together the puzzle pieces, and none are fitting just right. Sora had to lean into him at one point, else make a fool of herself and well, faint. Heat, slow and steady, began to make its way through her body, like lava flowing, only it had her eyes closing and actually returning the kiss. A tremor broke her free of her reverie, and it was then she came to realize just how vulnerable he is. No, wait: is he nervous? Matsuda has not moved an inch since he pulled her into this hug nor has he breathed, it seems.Their eyes met, reservation and what appears to be fear in crimson whileas hers most likely reflects the confusion she herself feels. Once the realization of his actions truly struck, Sora blushed the same color as his eyes. And of course her pathetic heart just had to flip over right then and there, making it difficult to breathe. As fast as lightning, she thrust her wings up to hide behind the silvery white feathers, so he could not see how flustered she has become. W What were you thinking?! I know you were trying to make a point, but s s stealing my first kiss is taking it a bit far! Is it possible to die of embarrassment ?If so, can he put her out of her misery already? Sora moved in order to lean back against the desk she had sat on top of earlier, though she did not dare look out at him through her feathers. Ooh, no! It is best she not do so, at least not yet. What will he make of this? Will he laugh? Will he crack some sort of lame joke, to make light of this situation?Has he come to regret it already? Momo s scowl shifted into a small, understanding smile. Let s get going, then, she encouraged. I have no idea how much longer the teachers are going to be in one spot. Her hands brushed over her skirt one last time before she turned her attention to the elderly nurse that healed their injuries. Thank you, Nursery Girl. Momo folded her hands in front and bowed, as is customary. Hopefully we won t need your services again anytime soon. A soft laugh following, Momo focused on her fellow class representative. I know you re sorry, she told him, but if you are truly sorry you will apologize to Hanakawa san and Matsuda san, don t you think? Momo offered him yet another smile before opening the door, stepping out into the hallway beyond. Are you coming? she thought to ask, or would you rather I take care of this myself? I suppose the situation calls for only one person, not two Matsuda's face was starting to turn blue when she finally stepped away from him and accused him of taking her first kiss he turned away from her and held up a finger he caughed causing a burst of wind that was directed away from her, catching his breath. "Sorry, can't breath when i'm that close to another person." He said softly trying to catch his breath as he was huffing for a moment. He was appologizing for the stillness. "Each and every breath or word i speak causes some form of wind to blow out. Usually it's just reflective of a light breeze, but when your that close all it takes is some rogue deep breath and suddenly i've thrown you across the room without even thinking about it. Or if I breath out my nose suddenly i rip your shirt open or some dumb thing like that.""Like I said I hate my quirk." He turned towards her. "It keeps me from getting close to people, that's part of the reason why I want this surgery. The ability to turn off a quirk so that I can be closer to another person without the fear of breaking them." he stepped closer to her. His hand brushed her wings for a moment. "It's the porcupine dilemma, the closer i want to be to someone the more my quirk runs the risk of genuinely hurting them. If i can do all of this with a sneeze, than any stray breath is a weapon of mass destruction.""It was my first kiss too you know, and I didn't steal it... I gave you mine." He said softly maybe it wasn't the same thing because he was a boy, but at the same time his heart was racing just as fast as hers he looked to her, crimson eyes trying to see her golden ones, the blush still on his face. "No one but you deserved it more." When Momo asked if he was coming he got to his feet and started to walk with her. "yeah I'm going with you." While she was right that the situation only required one person to go, the truth was that he was more than happy to go along with her. Besides it was like she said. If he was sorry about the rude comment he had made he would apologize to the two of them, and since they had caused the destruction of the room the fastest way to track them down for such an apology would be to go with Momo to try and have the room fixed."While this does only call for one of us to go, it feels unfair to let you do all the work." Midoria said. "After all... we are a team in this right?" How very strange that her feathers would be so sensitive to a brush of his fingers In fact, it had sent a shiver down her spine, though she had enough pride not to say as much at least, not verbally. Sora is fighting to compose herself, because not only has the kiss made it to where her heart is about to beat right out of her chest, but his close proximity is making it hard to think straight. It is so very confusing. I I I understand, she began with saying, being that his Quirk s peculiarities is the easiest subject to address. I would rather not be thrown against the wall again not so soon, that is. A weak laugh left the young woman, awkward and breathless. Sora fully supports him having this surgery. It is a good idea to control his Quirk, because of situations such as well, what happened earlier. He does not need to explain his reasons as to why he is getting this surgery, not at all. No, she replied on a whisper, incredulous. How was that his first kiss ? No, wait. It had to be. It is not as though he could kiss anyone in juvenile detention Sora blushed more darkly as the reality of this sank in, even more reluctant to lower her wings and expose herself to him. I I I I do not I A shake of her head had silver rippling over her shoulders, light playing over the snowy white feathers of her wings. You told me just yesterday how I am no longer the same girl I was when we were children. I was under the impression you did not like the person I have become. Ever so slowly, Sora let her wings fall her golden amber eyes finding his crimson pair without too much difficulty. I just I do not understand, she confessed, her heart in her throat at this point in time. I do not feel as though I deserve your first kiss. I do not I How else can she make herself clear? Sora swallowed, only to give into the temptation of closing her eyes even if it accomplishes nothing. It was just difficult to meet his eyes, to try and fabricate something to say. I just do not know what to think, she continued on, despite her reluctance in doing so. You tell me one thing, and then do another. How am I to react? How can I... At a loss for words, Sora thought it best to leave it at that just for now, just until she can find something better to say. How is she to move on past this, however ? Does she pretend it never happened, or what, exactly? A bright smile and a nod of her head was her first response. Of course we are! Momo told him without any hesitation whatsoever. I just wanted to ask because I didn t want to take up more of your time than I already have. I thought you might want to return to your room and relax for a while. Momo began to lead the way down the long hallway, hands tucked neatly behind her back this perspective giving a rather lovely view of her long legs. It has been a very long day so far, hasn t it? she realized on a soft laugh. Tell me about yourself, Midoriya san. Momo s black eyes glanced at him over her shoulder, just to offer yet another smile. We are going to be working together from now on, after all. We might as well get to know each other. "Yesterday you threw me through a panel of glass without thinking." Matsuda leaned against a wall, looking to Sora as she tried to work through everything that had been dropped on her in the past fourty eight hours. A lot had changed since he had said that he didn't like the person she had become. "You aren't the little girl I knew a long time ago, you got colder, at least partly in response to what I did to you. If I hadn't vanished for six years who knows what our lives would be like. I loved you than, and those feelings never really went away for me."He looked at her his red eyes blushing a little as he leaned against the wall. "If I'm flipping and flopping between love and hate it's because I'm kinda confused, hell I'm scared." He looked at her. "But I don't think you're the cold bitch you were trying to be yesterday, not really. You were angry at me, and I was angry at you." He pushed himself off of his wall, moving a little closer to her. "I don't think you are that small girl, but the person you are today... is still beautiful, still powerful, I see a lot of that girl I loved in you. When you aren't trying to be an ice queen i can even admire you.""In less than six hours I have a coin flip to decide if I live or die, if I live I may not be able to talk for a few days as my thraot will be healing, if I'm dead I will never speak again, so I'm not going to hide my thoughts." He really had nothing to loose in that regard. "I admit yesterday I was harsh on you, but since then you have opened up. Maybe I moved too quickly, but my clock... doesn't have a lot of time on it. That's selfish I know. I got to state how I feel, and so I can wait to hear you feel, but... you know I can only wait so long." "I think that mostly just has to do with the hero course running long hours." Midoriya said softly. He regarded himself for a moment. He was used to waking up at the crack of done and running exercises till sundown. He had strained himself to build up a body that was starting to really show all the fruits of that hard labor. Not to mention the beach he had cleaned. So the days weren't feeling particularly long to him. "I'm kinda used to doing a lot of labor by now." He chuckled and tried to play it off like it was nothing.When she asked him to talk about himself he looked at Momo for a moment realizing that she was one of the taller students in the class. He also noticed her calling him Midoriya no one ever called him that in his old school. It was always 'Deku' which had always been a bit demeaning in the long run. He glanced up towards her and smiled thankful for the use of his name. "I guess I mean... Well what should you want to know?""I used to study the quirks of others since I..." Midoriya paused for a moment he almost told her that he didn't have a quirk growing up, that would only raise a lot more questions. Thinking about what he could say he paused. "Since my quirk always hurt me growing up. Favorite food is Katsudon, and I guess you could say that my hobby is working out." He paused to think if he needed to list off anything else about himself. His latteral mind clearly overthinking the question. "Blood type O which means I can be used as a universal donor..." Yes. Well. It was in that moment she came to realize: she has no idea how to act, how to react, any of the above. How long has it been since she involved herself in matters of the heart ? It is just easier to keep everyone at wing s length, to close her heart off to anyone and everyone. In fact, she cannot remember the last time she let herself feel anything. It is a little alarming. The tips of her ears burning still, Sora leaned back against the desk, unable to look at him but instead intently at his feet. How does he expect her to meet his gaze when he has just confessed he loved her ?No, correction: he s confused about his feelings. Lovely. Matsuda had taken it upon himself to tear her walls down, to close in and deliver a devastating blow by giving her a kiss and yet, he is not sure how he feels towards her. Sora can feel him move in a bit closer, and of course, she could do nothing about her stomach flipping over. An Ice Queen? she huffed under her breath, pride stinging. I I just Her heart beating faster at this point in time, Sora had to swallow past the lump in her throat before going on. You chose to tell me of your feelings now. You are having surgery in less than six hours, and I find that It is just very baffling. How do you expect me to tell you my response? Sora spoke at long last, unable to look him in the eye. You said it yourself: it is a surgery that could end up killing you. I understand you had to get this off your chest, I do, however what if I say something of my feelings, and you do not come back from this? What then? Amber eyes finally found the courage to lift up from the floor, to focus on him. I would be heartbroken, she confessed in a low whisper. I do not know how I would be, so I will give you my answer, but only after the surgery. It will give him the determination to make it out of this alive, right? It certainly didn t take long for this conversation to go in an odd direction! Momo couldn t help but laugh, a hand lifting to press lightly against her lips. Really? Is that right? Study other Quirks? It s not a bad idea. It helps one understand others, how they work, how best to tackle difficult situations. I suppose you can say I study as a hobby, she confessed on another laugh, just to offer a helpless shrug. I like to play the piano, and I work out on occasion, to build my body s endurance and stamina. It may sound strange, but it is what it is. Let me see, what else? A fingertip touched her chin as her gaze went up to the ceiling in thought. My blood type is A. My birthday is in September and I think that covers the basic information. Momo flashed him a bright and warm smile, only to pause as they approached the Teacher s Lounge. I have to admit, I m a little bit nervous. A hand came up to play with a few strands of hair. I don t know how to tell our teacher that our classroom is in shambles No matter what words one decides to use, it is an awkward subject to breech. Momo nibbled on her lip while lifting a fist to knock upon the door. Excuse me? Sir? she spoke up. Are you there? In a way, it feels as though she is walking up to the guillotine, knowing fully well her head is fixing to roll. Nervously she ran her hands over her skirt. There is something I need to bring to your attention! "You're right, it's not really fair, the balance of power in this one is strictly in the palm of a man who has nothing left to loose." Matsuda said softly, his feet changing direction as he once again walked towards Sora, he passed her wings, his fingers lightly tracing along the soft feathers. He smiled as he did. He heard her, and he knew that if he didn't come back the damage to her heart may actually perminant this time it seemed so cruel to inflict her with such desires that he had.Yet he stood so close to her a hairs breath away, his head having to turn away from her just so he could breath when his chest didn't feel like it was on fire, but even so his eyes never stopped looking to hers. "I know it's cruel." He rose a hand to his mouth to help filter his breathing. He was so close to her, his other hand like a magic trick wound up on her hip. "But I think you already know the answers Sora. You wouldn't have put up with me for so long if you didn't."He pulled her body closer his hand touching the side of her face as he held her light body against him, He realized that he really could just lift her up if she wanted. She weighed like a bird. Possibly about the same as a duck... fitting for the witch who had cast a spell on his heart. "I think I can help you with your answer." He said pressing his mouth against hers capturing her in a second more passionate kiss. "We should work out together some time!" Midoriya got excited and had accidentally shouted his words. It kinda felt like he was asking her on a date, though it totally wasn't. Heck he had never even really talked to a girl over the phone so dating was far outside of the question, but the chance to hang out with a strong woman, and work out together seemed kinda fun. He looked to Momo, she was a good study too, actually she was one of the four students that got in via invitation along with Masuyo Todaroki, Matsuda, and the Hanakawa. She was in the big leagues.Midoriya suddenly felt very outclassed. Though listening to her try and figure out how to break the news it was just one of those things in the long run. "Well I think that's one of those eggs where you just have to crack it right?" He said as they knocked on the door.Opening the door was their teacher to the loungue was their teacher. "Um, Hi sir, there was a bit of an accident in our class, and it kinda got completely destroyed." He said relating to the teacher what had happened with Matsuda's sneeze. Their teacher sighed, going back inside to grab his bag, before going with them to the class. Once again, a shiver crept along her skin the electric power crackling down the length of her spine before very long. How does he hold such sway over her ? Does he have an inkling of it? Is that the reason why he is doing this now? Sora had to bite her lip, or else release some sort of embarrassing noise as he moved in closer still, his eyes locked on hers. Yes, she agreed on the softest of whispers, it is. Incredibly so. It is cruel to ask her for an answer to his confession. It is cruel when, less than six hours from now, he will be having surgery that could very well end it all.At the look in his eyes, her heart decided to flip over inside her chest just to cease beating a moment later. It did not last very long, however, because just as quickly it began to beat, harder faster as if it was fighting to break free of her rib cage. Matsuda is close. Why is he so close?! Sora nearly jumped out of her skin when his hand found its way to her hip, holding on lightly, but even though she thought of protesting she could not bring herself to do so. It was as if the words disintegrated before fully forming.It was a heartbeat later that Matsuda pulled her in close so close, their bodies fit together, like two puzzle pieces. Both arms lifted as though to ward him off, but it was too late. W What ? Sora managed, right before he leaned in to capture her lips in another kiss, one more passionate than the last. It sent heat right through her, intense and all consuming, not to mention it caused her knees to go weak. How can he do this to her ? It is silly to consider, but did he cast a spell on her at some point?No, no, of course not. How could he have? Magic is not possible. And yet Sora had to hold onto him, else fall over as she surrendered to this second kiss, one which demanded she provide him an answer. It was not at all forceful, just persuasive. Yes. Very very persuasive. In fact, if she did not know any better she would swear she might be melting under the heat and passion threatening to devour her whole. You think so? It d be nice to have someone to work out with, but don t most men find it a little intimidating, or off putting, when a girl works out alongside them? Momo decided to steal a glance over at him, however she was surprised to find him looking at her, too as if studying her? Yes, you re right, she replied on a soft laugh, just to be taken by surprise once again as the door swung open, revealing their disgruntled teacher on the other side. Luckily Midoriya san decided to take matters into his own hands and explain the problem at hand though it seems he isn t the least bit pleased to be informed that their classroom is destroyed.It was awkward, to say the least. Momo had no idea if they should continue their earlier conversation, or respect the presence of their teacher and wait. It was tempting to peek into the classrooms they passed, too, even if lessons are over for the day. I do not know the details, but it was Matsuda san s sneeze that wreaked havoc. Momo fidgeted, just to blink as they came upon a sight she never would have expected, not in a thousand years: Hanakawa san and Matsuda san kissing? In an instant she herself blushed, though she could not help but drop her eyes in an attempt to well, it is impossible to say. A hand did reach out behind her to gently stop Midoriya san, just to shake her head. I I think it s about time we go, she told him in a low whisper. The teacher can handle things from here. Midoriya walked alongside Momo, he understood why some people found it to be intimidating, but the truth was he was pretty much always trying to work his body through some exercise or another, and it had been far more humiliating when All Might had been sitting on a fridge treating him like a sled dog as he cleaned that beach. Than it ever would be to work out beside a girl. In fact that invitation sounded rather fun. Walking towards the classroom with the teacher, he was stopped by Momo, a single glance in showed the other pair had indeed worked out their problems. His eyes glanced to the teacher for a moment.The teacher adjusted his shades for a moment. Present Mic, had a lot of things to do today, and cleaning up after a pair of students really wasn't on the list of things that he wanted too do. He knew the circumstances and he more than anyone could respect the passion that young love brought out, watching the two of them make out was a cute sight, but one he also couldn't really allow to go on for very long.Midoriya took the invitation to leave with Momo, as present mic inhaled much like Matsuda did when he was readying an attack.Matsuda for his part was still very involved with the kiss, and didn't know what was going on just on the other side of the door until the loud piercing voice of the teaching staff echoed through the room. "lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" His hands clapped around his ears and he broke the kiss away from Sora, his ears pounding as he felt the vibrations rock the tiny classroom like an earth quake. He was sure there were other things being said but at the same time he couldn't understand them. It was like standing in a warzone and being shellshocked. If he had been ready, if he had known the attack was coming he could have countered."No Touchy In my Classy!"Matsuda felt like his head was recoiling after that attack, he looked to Sora. trying to hear if she said anything, but the all compelling voice of the teacher was the only thing he could hear."Step outside! So I can clean this mess up." It was sweet, this kiss, and yet passion crackled just underneath the surface, as if it was so overwhelming after being contained so long, it was bursting free at long last. In fact, it was taking her breath away. How can she provide him an answer when he could very well die during this surgery? And why does he want an answernow?Why not after the surgery, when his future is certain? Sora knows not what to think, how to react. It is almost as though she is melting, just to be forged anew under the heat of his kiss, from the heat of his body pressed against hers. Is that even possible ? To be reborn, in a way?No, of course not. It is a whimsical idea, a ridiculous one. Her knees fixing to give out beneath her, Sora was just about to hold onto him tighter, when a voice pierced not just her ears, but disrupted the frequency of her thoughts. It tore them apart, and without hands to cover her ears, she was left to the mercy of Professor Mic s amplified voice. It was tempting to retaliate. As of late, she has developed a new ability where she lets out a sonic screech however, it is not worth the consequences of going against a teacher. Matsuda just destroyed the classroom a little while ago, it is not wise to provoke him further.Besides. Does she really want to lose her voice for the next few days ? Sora can feel the vibrations in the very marrow of her bones, influence the flow of blood within her veins. It was disorientating, to the point of nauseating. If she were flying, it would knock her right out of the sky.And of course, her ears were assaulted to such a degree, it was impossible to hear much of anything.Pain evident, written all over her face, Sora had to use her deduction skills in order to figure out just what, exactly, their teacher is going on about. It seems he wants them out. Makes sense. Not only is the classroom destroyed, but he comes back to find two students...Sora blushed darkly as the realization sank in, the tips of her ears burning at this point in time. Oh. Oh no ! How did she lose control like that?! Matsuda had asked her an important question, and though she refused to give him an answer to it right away he sort of plucked control from her. A talon reached out to pick up what remains of her backpack, and it was a sad sight to see it fall apart in ribbons but with the hopes that maybe she can salvage something, she brought it along. Y Yes, sir. A dip of her head saved her the humiliation of meeting his eyes.Momo lifted her hands high above her head, just to roll her shoulders as she attempted to leave the embarrassment behind. I believe our job here is done, she spoke at long last, relieved to be away from everything. Oh! I doubt homework will take me very long, so if you re interested, we can work out together tonight? Momo threw out there as a suggestion. There was a small pang of regret that ran through Matsuda. He had been able to cover his ears and buffer the attack while Sora had been left out to hang in a way. he had no way to really help her. He wanted too, bring her back under his arms to protect her, but at the same time could barely move at the moment due to the pressure of the words being used, and once the attack was over, the moment he had cultivated with those kisses was most definitely over. Stepping out into the hallway with Sora his hand gently rubbed her back as the two of them had to recover.His ears were ringing and he himself felt a bit nauseous as the sound had knocked around his inner ear a bit disturbing his sense of balance. So he had to lean on Sora for support for a moment. He looked at her with a small smile, hoping that they wouldn't get into too much trouble with Present Mic, and the rest of the school for what he did. Present mic closed the door to the classroom, opening a panel next to the large door and pressing a button, there was a bit of a loud sound clattering around though due to shell shock for Matsuda it was still dwarfed. When the door re opened it was like someone had hit the reset button on the classroom interior.The teacher looked at the two of them. Seeing that they were out of uniform and in their hero costumes he had a few questions, but could have figured out that the sneeze that had destroyed his classroom probably ripped apart their clothing and so they needed something to wear. "Go to your rooms, and get changed." He put his hand on his forehead really he couldn't exactly punish either of them for the actions. Young love was a thing after all."Just next time, don't make out in public. The school has a strict rules while in the main building. They are a touch more lax in your own rooms."He left leaving Matsuda and Sora to their own devices for a moment. Matsuda looked at Sora more embarassed than anything else. He scratched the back of his neck for a moment not sure what more he could say about the moment the two of them had. It was definetely gone and destroyed for the moment. "I'm gonna take a shower." He said pointing back towards the dormitory though he was expecting Sora to walk with him. "Uh, yes absolutely!" Midoriya nodded and gave a small bow at the idea of the two of them working out together later, it sounded rather fun, and there was a gym that they could use. Walking away from her, so that he could go and do his own studies he was suddenly looking forward to his new tasks as a student council member working along side momo.Stepping into his room, he put his bag on the ground, and started to pull out the days paperwork, chewing his pen as he worked on it. His focus on the other hand kept drifting towards Momo, and the later meet up. He was actually going to go hang out with a girl. He had gone from having no skill with the opposite gender to actually being able to talk to one on the phone, and now this!He couldn't really hide his excitement even if it was for something so mundane. How humiliating! How could she allow herself to be caught in that sort of situation?! It was difficult to meet Matsuda s eyes, nor was it easy to face their teacher especially after the assault of his voice upon their senses. A hand gently rubbed her back upon leaving the classroom which only served to send a shiver down her spine, leaving her skin tingling in a way that defies all definition. Sora had to swallow past the lump that has suddenly found a place in her throat, and yet it did little to help with matters. How will she ever pick up the pieces of her dignity ?!It was a great relief, though, to find she can hear again however, being able to do so enabled her to be more embarrassed with the current state of things. In a heartbeat Sora blushed the darkest shade of red possible, and, finding it impossible to speak, her amber eyes dropped to the floor. Making out ? Them? No! No. It is just a misunderstanding. Matsuda meant to change her mind, that is all. The kisses meant nothing. His confession Sora still has no idea what to think of it. Did he not just find himself in her life again? This is happening so fast Fidgeting nervously, Sora dipped her head in a nod, threads of silver falling forward to conceal her confusion. Both wings were folded in front.Once they were left alone, she dared to look over his way however, her bravery crumbled and, instead, she found herself looking elsewhere. It is just so so... mortifying! Sora can feel the tips of her ears burning, and suffice to say, her heart is beating far too fast for her liking. I I think I shall do the same, she spoke up at long last, twisting about to follow him down the hallway towards their rooms. It will be nice to have hot water beat down on her sore shoulders, to put this whole day behind her even if it is only figuratively. What of your surgery? Do you plan to go after your shower? Sora did promise she will walk him there, after all and she is not one to break her promises.It is just going to be awkward to walk him to his surgery after not one kiss, buttwo... not to mention having a teacher break them apart. A wing lifted to push at the handle of her door just for realization to strike: how is she going to change out of her clothes? Matsuda had to help her with the jeans ! Hitomi is likely still reporting to Father, too Sora s smile froze, nerves plain as day upon her features and in those amber gold eyes. How is she going to handle this ?! It is not as though she can ask Matsuda to help her again, not after everything that has just transpired ! I will see you later then, Midoriya san. Momo offered him a small smile before turning away. Homework is not going to take her very long. It is something she excels at, after all. It is necessary to understand the composition of anything she wishes to create using her Quirk so anything outside of chemistry seems easy in comparison. A hand lifting to brush aside threads of hair, Momo disappeared into her room, taking a seat at her desk and pulling out the required textbooks and papers she will need.An hour later, Momo found herself done. I wonder if Midoriya san has finished, she spoke to no one, stealing a glance at the clock. I suppose I can get changed and at least see If he is still working on his homework, I can help. Momo rose to retrieve her work out clothes, working on the buttons of her white blouse while she is at it. After a minute or so, the blue skirt was discarded as well, thrown into the nearby dirty clothes hamper to be washed later.UA High uniform replaced by a pair of black stretch pants and a red sports bra, Momo began to make her way over to the boys dormitories looking at the name plates bolted beside the doors in search of Midoriya san s. It didn t take long to find. A fist knocked, interrupting the quiet of sleeping or studying. Midoriya san? she softly called out. Are you there? Matsuda winced as Sora brought up the surgery, it was wasn't that he was unaware of the time closing in on him, but rather he didn't want to go. he sighed feeling the breeze change as he did. "Yeah, I guess I will be." He said softly, not wanting to admit that he was going to leave her. After that kiss that heavy impact of the two of them making out, it had been like a dream come true, and now well it would be cruel to do anything more. He could have had less than two hours to live, how did he choose to spend them?That kiss meant the world to him. He mulled it over in silence as they approached their rooms. He went to his ready to open the door, and paused when she did. He saw her wing touch the door but her body and smile were frozen.She couldn't take off her clothing. Her talons had special joints to them, she could probably manage her shirt but her pants were the same as when he had put them on her this morning. She was frozen probably running through the same realization he was. He smiled, his hand leaving the door as he turned towards Sora. Walking closer to her, his fingers brushing against her feathers, as he moved to her door handle, holding it for a moment."Would you like to take a shower with me?" His voice was soft, tempting, sweetly seductive. He opened the door to her room, stepping inside and inviting himself into her home. He gently, lifted and pulled up his shirt revealing smooth pale skin as he walked inside. He let his shirt drop on her bathroom floor, inviting himself in. His tight upper body muscles once again exposed towards her. It was getting later in the afternoon, Midoriya put away his completed paperwork. He was always good at studying and working hard, and he let himself have a moments rest as he leaned back in his chair. His room decorated by a ton of all might merchandise he had collected over the years. Posters, and action figures, a few of which were still mint in box. He was kind of proud of his collection.When the door was knocked on, Izuku walked up to it, opening it wide for a moment, and seeing Momo in a sports bra. In a way her hero costume revealed more than her current outfit, the short skirt, and cross sectioned opened chest skirted the measured lines of what was considered legal for a hero's costume. Yet for some reason the fact that he could see more of her mid section, or that everything was so tight on her was way more impressive.Compared to Momo, he was wearing a pair of black shorts, and a workout shirt, that had all might's familiar colorization of red blue and yellow on it. He blushed as he scratched his head for a moment. "You... look great." He said softly, unsure why he had complemented her appearance in the first place. He walked out of his room closing it behind him."Shall we go to the campus gym?" He said taking the lead with her. A shiver of something akin to anticipation, something akin to excitement shot down her spine as confident fingers brushed against her feathers once again. Sora did not expect him to shift past her in order to open the door, however nor did she expect the sweetly seductive suggestion he had chose to plant. Inside the door was her room, kept plain to discourage distraction from her studies, and yet he was in it now, and t taking off his shirt ! Why is he ?! In an instant, Sora s pale features adopted a lovely and dark shade of red.It apparently requires a great deal of focus to close a door, because she had difficulty doing so. Is her face about to melt off? It feels that way Sora leaned back against it, a wing raised as if that may help her heart remain inside her chest, instead of breaking free of her rib cage. Matsuda! she hissed, as if someone may overhear, though in her panic, she forgot to add on the honorific. Amber eyes fought to avoid the young man, instead focusing on anything else but. It was surprisingly difficult, however. Wh What do you think you are doing ?! I I I did not invite you into my room! Sora is tempted to hide her mortification, and yet more than likely, it is too obvious for her liking. Even if she was to use her wings, the tone of her voice will give her away.Nibbling on her lip, Sora dared approach the bathroom though she could not bring herself to look up off the floor. A few threads of silvery white swayed forward to conceal part of her face but it was impossible not to notice the bright red blush that has spread over her cheeks and nose. I I know you and I just shared a kiss in the classroom, but I I, ah.. I How can she speak when he is half naked in her bathroom?! Sora had to swallow past the lump in her throat, however she found it impossible to say anything else. It was as if each and every word disintegrated before she could speak. Black met green, and Yaoyorozu san offered him a warm smile. Oh. Ah. Thank you. A hand lifted to brush pieces of black behind an ear. It was just a heartbeat later that her eyes were drawn to bright, patriotic red, blue and yellow plastered on walls behind him. I didn t realize you were such a big fan of All Might, Yaoyorozu san spoke, next looking at action figures situated here and there and in their boxes, no less. Excuse me. I was being rude. Yaoyorozu san stepped back to allow him room to leave his dorm, only to fall into step with him along the way. Both hands came to tuck behind her back. Yes, she replied, giving him yet another smile. Let s. I haven t had the chance to visit the gym yet, so I m curious what it has. How does he exercise and stay fit? Yaoyorozu san can t imagine him lifting weights, but maybe something to improve his agility and flexibility? I do have a question for you, she spoke up, the cool afternoon caressing her exposed skin. It felt absolutely lovely. Yaoyorozu spared him a glance, hoping he won t take offense or think it blunt of her to ask. Do you box? For exercise? Or to practice your fighting? she chose to ask, instead of lingering on the possibilities. I wanted to ask that if you do, would you care to do it with me tonight? Hopefully the gym has boxing gloves they can use Of course, she can always make a set for he and her. Matsuda ignored her protests, he knew he was pulling a risky move here. He was trying to overstep boundaries so quickly, and he knew he was being forceful, he just hoped he didn't come off as being too forceful. He smiled towards her, trying to show that he meant no real ill will. She hadn't told him to leave, in fact the moment his shirt had come off, she had become deadly silent. unable to talk more than a few squawks at a time. He wasn't really invited here, he knew that, but he felt like he had to take the risk.Walking up to her, he looked her over, seeing the blush over her face his own formed slightly though he was still walking with confidence, hiding how nervous he was. A hand gently brushed her wing, caressing the soft feathers in a way that he had already seen sent shivers down his birdy's spine. His eyes looked over her frame seductively. "You want me to help you undress right?"His fingers were still tracing lines over her soft wings feeling her feathers. "You can't take off your own clothing, that was why you paused at the door right?" He walked around her, his hand comfortably touching her. His fingers ran over her back gently rubbing her."You're face is saying worlds more than your song." He said softly his voice carrying like whispers on the wind offering a seductive apple. He was behind her now, cutting off her exit from the bathroom, his hand pushing her into the room, and as he did his other hand lightly pulled down his pants letting his boxers fall down his young legs. He was built solidly, his body elegant with muscle, she would be able to see all of him. He knew he was taking a bit of a risk here. literally he was standing now on display revealing everything to her. "Do you want me?" She walked into his room and he was mortified for a moment. "Wait." the damage was done however and she was already looking about and around his room. The posters, and action figures, all the collectibles he had spent money on over the years. "Well it's just... I mean I... I really look up to him as a hero figure, and all." Crimson ran across his more green features his face slowly starting to glow red as she walked about his room.When the two of them started to walk towards the campus gym he let out a sigh of relief that the embarrassment was behind him. When she asked him if He boxed he paused for a moment. Actually that was a pretty good question, up until now he had mostly been punching on instinct, he had taken a few self defense classes, and he studied a lot of the 'how do you fight' movies on youtube and such, but the absolute truth was that he had little to no formal training outside of what Almight had provided, and he usually finished his battles in one punch or so.He looked at his hands though, his strength could be overwhelming, and a punch from one smash had been enough to destroy a ten story robot, so he had to be careful, but boxing would actually help him to develop more as a fighter, as well as help to build the instincts that he needed to control all for one. "I've never actually tried it before." He scratched his head. "My mom was always so worried about self defense that I took a few classes, but the truth is I am mostly self taught. Plus there is a bit of a danger with my quirk.""My quirk is a strength boost, but after i use it I usually end up breaking a bone or hurting myself. I've gotten a bit better." He had learned to control about 3 percent of his power, but at the same time that didn't include going for a full on punch. "Normally I do strength training, trying to build my muscles so that I can resist and control my quirk a bit better, as it is right now it is a double edged sword."Walking into the gym it was exactly what someone would expect from UA, the place was stacked with every kind of machine available. And of course it had a matted area for sparing matches. "I don't have the equipment for it though." I I I Why can she not speak?! It is as if the words are stuck in her throat, just to prevent the possibility of saying something that could, potentially, embarrass her further. And yet what could she say in this situation?! It is just ! Sora could do nothing about the shiver that went down her spine, nor could she do anything when his eyes drank in the sight of her body In fact, the blush only darkened upon her features, and she knew this by the fact her face became so hot incredibly so, to the point she was concerned the skin may melt off.Amber eyes squeezed tightly shut. I I did not say that! Sora protested, and maybe I did, but you have already helped me enough today. I could not possibly bother you again! No. Matsuda cannot possibly be implying he is sexually attracted to her. It feels as though he is trying so very hard to prove her wrong, but this is taking it too far! Does he feel compelled to do so? Why? A shiver shot down her spine once again as his fingers traced lines over her feathers leaving behind a tingly sensation she knew not what to do with.How very strange. Did liquid heat just travel down ? No, no. A soft gasp did tear free of her throat when his teasing words played along her ear, almost as if his voice was a sensual caress up and down her body. Sora knows he is behind her, and yet she could not move, nor could she protest, reply or even speak.Matsuda proved he can surprise her yet again, however, by pushing her into the bathroom. It seems he will not allow her to escape. All oxygen stolen from her lungs, Sora managed to catch herself at the sink but when she meant to lift her head, demand he give her answers to this uncalled for behavior she caught sight of fabric falling in the mirror. Instinct told her to look down, immediately. W Want you? Sora repeated, keeping her back to him. I I I do not I I do not understand! You confess to me right before your surgery. You kiss me in the classroom, and now this? I I just I do not know how I am to act! Sora has always been told what to do, what is expected of her. It is just How is she meant to handle this? Never has a choice been before her, and she have the option of picking what she wants. It is happening so quickly, though! Yes, deep down she has harbored feelings for Matsuda, ever since they were children but who is to say he will not disappear from her life again? What if he decides this is a huge mistake? It would not surprise her one bit if, in the morning, after his surgery he regrets everything. Who would want to be tied to a feathery freak such as herself? Really? I just thought I d ask, because it s difficult to box by myself, Yaoyorozu san admitted on a soft, nearly insubstantial laugh, just to provide him with a smile. I can make gloves for the both of us. It is not a problem for me. I have had to study many materials, and boxing gloves is but one of many I m sure I can create. Her Quirk is definitely handy in times such as these. Yaoyorozu san cast her eyes about the gym, not altogether surprised to find machines of all kinds here. UA is meant to encourage the next generation of heroes, after all.Hands rubbing together, Yaoyorozu san s black eyes looked at him over her shoulder. Do you want to start boxing now, or wait a bit? I don t have a preference myself. A reddish glow began on the young woman s stomach once black disappeared from view and, after a heartbeat or two, a pair of red, blue and yellow boxing gloves burst free, just to fall into her hands. Yaoyorozu san offered him a smile while she handed these over. I thought you may appreciate these, since you are such a big fan of All Might, she couldn t help pointing out, even if it is somewhat redundant.A pair of red gloves was quick to follow, meant for her smaller hands. I find it best to jump in, see what happens, Yaoyorozu san told him, pulling on one and flexing her fingers. I was taught to box when I was younger, but I have learned a great many things on my own as well. If you like, I can go a bit slower long as you do not swing with full strength at me. A laugh once again infiltrating the quiet, Yaoyorozu san led the way to a boxing ring just off to the side, set away from weight lifting and the like offered by this prestigious academy.Yaoyorozu san jumped over the ropes with ease, looking incredibly graceful doing so. Matsuda gently pulled Sora into a holding embrace. His upper chest resting against her back, his chin resting on her head though he had to stand up taller to do so. He looked down at her, his arms wrapped around her. She would be able to feel his heartbeat now practically hear how it was vibrating in his chest hard to contain his emotions being this close to her. She would feel something stick up against her back, pressing lightly to her jeans the tip of it even slipping under her shirt and pressing the small of her back. If she had any doubts about him wanting her sexually he was about to spell it out for her as loud as possible. "I've dreamed about you before, so much warmer to hold you now."This was so beyond the reasonable. This was so far beyond what he should have allowed himself to do. His hands trailed down her sides, touching her hips, and then slowly lifting up her shirt, he knew she had said that she couldn't bother him, but he he didn't really see removing her clothing as much of a chore. More like unwrapping a present, but then she said something that stopped his hands as they had rolled her shirt half way up her stomach. Something that made him pull back. She didn't know how to act, something about that, made him pause."I'm sorry, you're right, I'm not giving you enough time, Promised to respect your decision, but I'm practically forcing myself on you in your own bathroom." He was naked, with a rock hard cock standing over her, if even one other person saw this scene it would be grounds for him to be expelled, and put back in jail, probably both."I... I'm not thinking." He said lightly. "I just... want this... badly, I feel l need you, but those are my feelings, and I'm projecting them onto you... You asked for time, and I'm like three steps from ripping your clothing off your body. This isn't about me it should be your choice." He brushed a hand through his hair. "I'm... gonna put... my pants back on." shame and embarrassment ran through him. Midoriya watched in amazement as she created the boxing gloves. He immediately noted the colorization and felt a bit like she was making fun of him, but at the same time he had to admit that he was probably going to add these to his collection. They were amazing. He started to put them on tying the laces was a bit tricky, so he had to get her help for that. "They are amazing." He said softly in admiration.Stepping into the ring he put the gloves up. to help shield his face, he had seen boxers do this on TV, and he knew the basics of the sport. Hearing that she was well trained since she was a kid he nodded. "Yes please, I'd like to learn as much as possible." He added as a second thought. "I promise to be gentle with you."He had meant it only that he wouldn't activate One for All at least not on purpose. As he practiced his footing hopping lightly on his feet, he moved in close when Momo was ready, and threw a quick jab just to test her response time. If nothing else Deku was a fast study of his environment and those around him, so he was watching Momo intently trying to see how she would act, anticipate her actions, and most importantly spot openings for his own attacks. How does he manage to rob her of breath, when he is being so casual about this situation?! A jolt of something akin to acknowledgment, of recognition, went off inside her chest, which only served to make her heart trip over itself, it seems like. A moment later, heat shot down her spine leaving her knees weak, her body vulnerable. Sora was having difficulty swallowing past the lump in her throat, too, so that in of itself made breathing problematic. You dreamt of me? she implored of him, incredulous. Why? Why has he dreamt of her? Does he not see the prettier girls, aspiring and fighting to become heroes ? Is he a touch deranged? Does she need to call him a doctor, or a a psychologist?!A shiver once again overwhelmed the young woman as his hands trailed down her sides, touching her hips and slowly lifting her shirt up until skin is exposed. Is it just her, or is there a certain desperation urging his actions? It is almost no, no. No. Absolutely not. How can she entertain the idea of doing this?! It is foolish! It is insane! It is just seductive, the prospect of going against everything her family has fought for, everything Father and Mother expect of her. Sora did not think he would pause, though or his hands retreat from her leaving her surprisingly cold in the absence of his body.Yes. Everything Matsuda says is true, but this could very well be their last time together. Did he not say it himself that he has never kissed anyone prior ? Is it safe to assume he never ? It seems almost cruel to be robbed of such an experience. No, wait, she found herself speaking up, even if she has not made up her mind as of yet what to do. Amber eyes sought his in the mirror and, once locking onto crimson quickly slipped away, as if to preserve what little dignity she has left. Do you truly want this? Sora closed her eyes, fighting against the onslaught of nerves threatening to consume her. Do you want me? I know I am your friend, and that you have not had the opportunity to make other friends, but this is different I am different. If you wish this, I who am I to say no? How else can she explain it? As long as it is for his benefit, she will not raise her hopes nor will she loathe herself afterwards hopefully. A pleased smile began to make an appearance upon Yaoyorozu san s lips, however she shifted before he could see it. I doubt that, she replied on a soft laugh, even though she is pleased with herself. I just thought you may like your gloves to be in All Might s colors, is all. Yaoyorozu san pulled on first one glove, and then the other, tying the laces as if she has been doing this for years which she has. Black eyes sparkled when she noticed him raising his fists up, like boxers do on TV. You have the right idea, she decided to start with, because with that stance, you can easily attack or defend your opponent. Keep your dominant hand in the back. Distribute your weight evenly between your feet, and keep your knees bent. Yaoyorozu san raised her own hands, that way he can see as she demonstrates her next piece of advice. First off? Don t jump. It wastes energy. If you want to move, step forward but drag your foot back. Pivot on your front foot, too. Use your body behind the punches, except when you jab. As a quick jab is thrown her way, Yaoyorozu san brought her fists up to ward off the attack and, moving fast, ducked to surprise him with a playful punch to the stomach. A smile is flashed up at the young man. Very good, she told him, just not quick enough. Yaoyorozu san winked at him before stepping away. Matsuda paused when she said wait, he turned looking back to her, he was very much naked and couldn't hide any part of his reaction. The position he was in, already giving her some of the answer if she looked down below his waist line she would clearly see the sign of what was going on inside Matsuda's brain. His cock twitched bouncing slightly as it was already hard and Matsuda couldn't surpress a slight shiver the difference between heat from him standing close to Sora, and the difference of him standing in a door way was immense. He swallowed for a moment as he stood there and listened, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say at that moment.He looked around, they were standing in a bathroom, which was fine, they had originally wanted to get a shower done, before his surgery, they were both kind of a mess, but at the same time his thought was looking over her body. He supposed that when she was saying that she was different she was refering to her wings, or her legs. But all he saw was a beautiful young woman, a friend, and frankly his first crush, and love. He wanted her, it felt right that his first, and possibly only hook up should be her. He didn't want anyone else.Sure the frog girl was cute, and there was a pink girl whom he was pretty sure had the largest chest in the class, but none of them could really hold a candle to Sora. He moved closer to her, giving her an answer int he only way he knew how. He pressed his lips to hers, holding back his breath, practically strangling himself so that he couldn't breath as he took her lips as passionately as he desired from the start, his tongue slipping past her lips for a few precious seconds to taste her. He held her gently in his arms, and when that kiss broke he had to turn his head to cough and catch his breath for a moment. Thankfully it wasn't rasping like when he used his powers, but trying to keep his quirk under wraps was difficult, the last thing he wanted to do was destroy yet another set of Sora's clothing.His fingers reached the sides of her shirt again, this time he had no fear as he lifted her shirt up and off her body, revealing her breasts. He dropped the shirt where they stood, and did not hesitate to undue her pants, letting them drop and leaving her almost as exposed as he was save for her panties."Of course I want it to be you." He said softly, his fingers brushed her cheek, and he smiled. He moved to leave the bathroom, but this time his hand grabbed gently onto her wing, holding onto her, as he walked. "I know we wanted a shower, but." He pointed towards her bed. It was very clearly that yes he wanted her, but he wanted this to be proper now. "No hoping right." Midoriya was taking notes on this, at least mentally he was studying her to find out as much as he could considering that they were gonna be sparing for a bit. He swallowed feeling a slight tension as she punched him in the stomach. He was seeing her and the work she put into her training, and he was noticing that she was fast. She also thought quickly. He smiled for a moment. He was enjoying being taught for a change. He didn't have much in the form of formal training."Okay then." He had already agreed not to use his quirk, he needed more control over it before he used it in something like this. Even so he recognized the posture of the punches she was throwing as she seemed to put her body behind each of the swings as Midoriya focused more on defense now. Moving back and forth, the main thing he noticed was that Momo was a bit taller than he was. She also seemed to have more of a physical reach against him, which meant she could keep him a distance.He decided to go for a stronger strike. Moving in blocking one of her arms, and attempting to land a strike to her chest, realizing only too late, that he was about to hit a girl in her breast. N No, what are you ?! Again, he chose to answer her but in the most unconventional of ways: with a kiss. Sora did not expect to be swept into his arms, nor did she expect the passion that which threatened to engulf her entirely. It was demanding, and hot, and far more than she could handle with her head spinning like it was. How can she think straight? It is almost as though his passion burns so hot, it is liable to melt her from the inside out. Matsuda s tongue slipped past her lips to delve into her mouth, and it was then that she came to realize how tight his body is, how desperate he must be to experience this one thing before going under a surgical knife.It matters not the girl. It matters that it is done. It is because of fear he wants to do this, and it is because of their friendship, fragile as it may be that he wants to do it with her. If he had pledged his heart to anyone, it would be her in this position and not she, but it is not so. Who is she to deny him this? It is his last wish. Sora gasped when the kiss finally broke, color having risen to her face while she fought to catch her breath however, he chose to rob her of it, by lifting her shirt up and over her head. It did not take long for more heat to take up residence along her cheeks, to make her heart beat faster.Fingers fumbled at her pants next, leaving her almost completely naked before him save for the scrap of lace preserving her modesty down below. Amber eyes latched onto crimson. It is all lies, she knows this but there is no denying the fact she wishes his pretty words to be true. Sora let her eyes close at the gentle caress upon her cheek. Is it right to give him what he wants, though she herself is so unsure ? Did they not just rekindle their friendship a day or so ago? Deep down, she knows she loves him, but to engage in intercourse with him even if she cannot say for sure whether she will see him alive tomorrow morning, is just cruel. It matters not, though. It is what he wants. It will be difficult to keep her heart under lock and key, to bury it so this experience will not change things but do so she must.A weak smile gracing her lips, Sora let him pull her away to the bed awaiting. It feels as though she has eaten butterflies today, at some point or another. Never could she have imagined being here, with him, about to have ! Sora turned her face away so he had no hope of noticing her blush, the multitude of emotions that have chosen that very moment to assault her.Bury it. Bury the hope, the love. It has no place here. Taking a seat upon the bed, she looked to him once again, letting him take matters into his own hands. It is his choice if they continue or not. It is he who is about to have surgery, after all not her, and well, she is not going to deny him this. Sora offered him the smallest of smiles. To think she will lose her virginity, and before she is given to a man to promote the family name... It appears Midoriya san is a fast learner. It is fairly obvious he has not received much in way of formal training, but he picks things up quickly. Yaoyorozu san can tell he is analyzing the way she moves, the way she throws her punches, too which is definitely something to admire. A small smile graced her lips. It was then that she noticed the change in his posture, his shoulders tensing right before he blocked one of her arms, to keep her in place while he swung leaving her open and vulnerable to attack.Yaoyorozu san had no way of warding him off. A powerful punch landed on her breast, pain echoing throughout it and down her spine making her hiss and step away. V Very good, Midoriya san, she told him with a weak smile. I did not expect you to hit me there during a sparring match, though. An equally weak laugh following soon after, Yaoyorozu san fought against the urge to rub at the offended breast with a gloved hand. It was more difficult than she cared to admit. Yaoyorozu san cleared her throat. Do you care to give me a moment? I think I am going to get a drink, real quick. Hopping out of the ring, she went to fetch the water bottle she brought with her, using this as an excuse to recover, for the time being. Matsuda swallowed for a moment, looking over the woman. Her bare skin, the feathers. She was sitting on the bed, silently inviting him, he was already naked. The only piece of fabric between the two, was the small line of cloth of her panties. He put a gentle hand onto her shoulder. brushing over her wings, and the soft feathers. He swallowed taking some time for himself. He pushed her gently down onto her back.Slowly he got onto the bed, but not to mount her as she may have expected. This was his first time, and his eyes were attracted to her body. He drew himself closer to her. His lips landing on her neck, gently kissing her, he saw the smile that graced her lips, and he was nervous, but all too happy to return it. He wasn't sure about anything at this point. To him this was all new territory, he had a dreamed about this last night after seeing her for the first time in years, but he could not have anticipated any of what reality felt like. His hands curved over her breasts his eyes studying her feminine form. She was beautiful, unique. he touched her wings, gently knowing how delicate they were, he brushed a finger along the inline her plumage tickling her.He brought his lips further down her body kissing her stomach. Pulling her panties off of her body finally freeing the last bit of clothing, his fingers touching the soft pink of her flesh, rubbing gently at her clit, as he came to rest his head on her thigh, keeping her legs seperate.His own anatomy was hard, dangling next to her face due to the new position, he gave no words for what she was supposed to do, but tried to lead with an example, his lips touched her clit, his tongue flicked out, and she would feel his breath caress between her legs, as he started to taste her. He could think of a few jokes he could have tossed around, making a joke about how it tasted like chicken or how he would have expected some way to lay eggs, but his mouth quickly became busy, and his humour was silenced. All he could focus on was the taste of Sora's center, his tongue probing and licking her as he held her down. Midoriya hadn't activated all for one, but he also hadn't really held back. Whenever he had sparred with someone in the past, usually bakugo, he had always gotten the sense that the person had been trying to kill him, mostly because of Bakugo, and as such he had learned fairly early to fight when sparring and give it his full attention. Now however he was watching Momo being put down from one punch, and he had to admit that made him feel kinda bad. "Sorry I expected you to hit back."He nodded when she asked for a moment, and stepped out of the ring with her. "I didn't think we were going to hold much back, practice match or no. I am sorry if I hurt you." He hoped that he hadn't just accedently bruised Momo's breast, but it wasn't like he was gonna comment on that. "If it makes you feel any better I was actually aiming for your stomach." He said nodding, and going to the water fountain.He got his own drink, and sighed, looking back at Momo. He looked her over. "I actually don't have a lot of notes on your quirk, or fighting style, it's so diverse I half expect that you could probably do anything. When you are ready to try again just let me know." A gentle hand pushed down on her shoulder, only for the fingers to brush over the feathers knowing fully well how her body reacts to such a touch. Sora fought to restrain the shiver that which threatened to overwhelm her, instead pressing a fist to her lips so no embarrassing noise can escape. How can he elicit these reactions ?! Never has she felt this way before. It is so very confusing, and it is making her heart pound far faster than she is comfortable with...It is Matsuda s first time. It is for this reason she chose to indulge in his more primal desires, because he may very well never experience it after his surgery. It is just surprising he is taking his time, that he is tipping his toes into the water, per se. How else can she explain it? Most boys would jump at the chance to sleep with a girl, and yet he has chosen to kiss, to lick, to touch. Why, though ? Time is running out. It will not be long until he has to run off, to put himself under the knife with the hope that, in doing so he will better control his Quirk. Sora dared open an eye to look at him, however his hands had curved over her breasts, his hungry eyes devouring her. Does Does he truly find her beautiful ? No, impossible. As sweet as that is, how can anyone think of a feathered girl as attractive ?Kisses traveled down the length of her body, going down her stomach and is he pulling off her panties?! N No, wait ! Butterflies burst forth into Sora s chest as he removed the last article of clothing that was preserving what little dignity she has left his fingers touching her in a way no one else ever has before. It required everything she has not to be cruel and close her legs, to thwart his attempts at intimacy. M Matsuda, Sora stuttered, trying not to stare at the long, hard thing dangling just inches away from her face. It was incredibly difficult to not focus on every stroke of his tongue, though and it was difficult not to focus on how his breath kept caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Do Do we have the time ? I I hate to disappoint you, but your surgery is meant to be done at sundown, and if I recall correctly, it was descending not too long ago... How much time does that leave him? An hour? At most? Sora swallowed the lump in her throat, instead squeezing her eyes tightly shut as her heart thundered inside her chest. We We do not have time for this. I was going to, but I didn t expect you to hit me there, of all places. A sheepish smile gracing her lips, she could not help but chuckle a bit under her breath. It was more of a surprise than anything Besides, we are No, wait. It is not appropriate to share such information, not just with a boy but with a boy she barely knows. Yaoyorozu san stopped right there and, hands lifted, decided to brush the words underneath a metaphorical rug. Please forget I ever said anything, she pleaded with him, color rising to her face within moments.How will she ever move past this embarrassment? Yaoyorozu san began to tighten her gloves, moving past him to climb back into the ring. No, don t apologize. I m not badly hurt. As for your notes on my Quirk, I have no problem answering any questions that come to mind. It is for the sake of research, after all. A hop had her standing in the middle of the ring, a striking figure in the black sports bra and shorts. I m ready to try again if you are. Yaoyorozu san flashed him a smile from over a shoulder, bits and pieces of black framing her flushed features. Little beads of sweat had formed here and there, but she hasn t lost her breath just yet. Unless you are too scared to try again? she couldn t resist teasing, lifting an eyebrow. Matsuda's eyes drifted from her pussy to the bed side table and clock. It took him a moment to compare the time before he answered Sora about how much time they had together. He checked the time against the clock in his head, and then turned his mouth back to it's approved task of licking her. His tongue dragging over her wet cunt, tasting her clit as he worked her over with his mouth and tasted her soft pink lips. He moaned hot air caressing her bare skin as he kept her held down. Finally when his jaw was a touch sore, he broke contact with her pussy, and rubbed his jaw for a moment. "We have two hours, and I want to savor this moment. You taste so fucking good."His fingers started to work her pussy, two fingers dipping into her core, while his thumb worked her clit. He however was receiving a lack of attention from her, and pressed his cock against her face. "Suck on me." He said his voice a touch greedy, he wanted more from her, and was shivering slightly, the cock was throbbing for attention and simply not getting anything from her making his entire body shiver with a kind of pain that he wasn't used too. He didn't feel bad, but it wasn't exactly fun to be the one doing all of the work. "Sora, please I need you to give me attention too."He turned his lips back to her cunt, kissing her for a moment. "Gods, you are sexy." His free hand caressed her thigh, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a soft red mark and make an impactful sound, he was exploring her, and wanted to see how she would respond to a mix of pain and pleasure as his fingers from the other hand continued to work her. Plus his kisses. "I love the taste of you're soft pussy." He said not holding back anything from his voice. "Sora, you're wings are soft, and your body is beautiful, I want to see your feathers stained with my cum."All of his friends had been convicts, and this was the way they always talked about sex. He wasn't really sure what he was supposed to say or do. "Please put my dick in your mouth, suck me dry." He bit his lower lip for a moment looking up at Sora. before returning to his task. Though if she had any curiosity about how he felt about her, he no longer had any fears when it came to what he was saying. He had no reason to hold back or hide anything. He was going to tell Sora exactly what he wanted. It was clear that Momo had stopped talking about something on her mind, and he wasn't sure what that was exactly. He tried to put it together, but completely failed to miss what the female student was trying to say to him, and so not wanting to dig it up, he decided to do as she asked and forget that she said anything. Next round he was more confidant that she would attempt to fight him back using more strength, and more focused. He did however hope that he hadn't done any permanent damage. She did however offer to answer any questions he asked and he would take her up on that after the match.Deku stepped back into the ring a smile on his face, and a more serious look on his green eyes as he looked over at Momo. "I'm not scared, I want you to come at me with everything you have." He said with a grin. This was a good chance to test the upper limits of what the two of them could do. While he wouldn't activate his quirk he was one hundred percent certain that he would be giving this fight his all.Round two started and his arms went up to help protect himself. However this time he waited for Yaoyorozu to attack him. "Come at me." D Did you hear me, Matsuda? she inquired of him when she heard no response, at least, not right away. Dare she interrupt, though ? It is a struggle not to surrender to his ministrations, not to let go of her inhibitions and indulge herself in this reckless behavior, but one of them has to remain reasonable. About to speak up again, Sora had even gone so far as to open her mouth however, he chose to right then answer and in a way which only had heat licking at her features once again. Must he speak so lewdly ?! And why did he want to savor this? It is most embarrassing, and it would be a waste of precious time. Does he not care to spend his last moments elsewhere ?A noise threatened to break free of her lips as his fingers delved into her body, two sliding in deep while his thumb rubbed at some part of her she never dare explore before. Sora lifted a leg up, as if to discourage him from continuing and yet, she could not bring herself to do so. Sexy? Her? Is he delusional? How can he think of her as anything but a feathered freak? Matsuda may be just biased, provided their shared history however, it does not explain why he is willing to undergo this sort of endeavor with the likes of her. Any female would do. Must it be her? Is he not confident in his skills, hence the reason why ?Every insecurity, every thought unraveled when his hand went on to caress her thigh, only to slap her upon the derriere a heartbeat later. It was not gentle, by any means but rather firm, as if determined to leave a mark on her skin. An ache sinking in proved he was successful. It required everything she had not to cry out in surprise, not to fall apart at the seams. Sora can tell that heat is rising to her face, which is an unsettling realization, because well, she prefers the idea she is being the reasonable one. As the seconds slipped on past it grew evident she is not going to be released anytime soon. Oh no. I wish you would not be so vulgar, she huffed, though the words were no louder than a sigh. It goes without saying that she is only doing this to placate him, to give onto him a gift before he has to be put under the knife, to endure a surgery from which he may never wake. Everything she does is to satisfy these primal urges of his. Nothing more. It does not mean she reciprocates his feelings, it does not imply anything. Sora dare not say what else is on her mind and, instead chose to do as he ordered. It is embarrassing, true and yet, what else does she have to lose? It is not as though she has her dignity, nor her pride to consider...Her lips parted to take in his cock. It is strange, to say the least. It has an odd flavor, too. How do girls find pleasure doing this ? It makes no sense. Sora closed her eyes, hoping against hope he will enjoy himself, and get this over with. Is that cruel of her? Perhaps. It is just awkward to be in this position, and with Matsuda, of all people. An eyebrow lifted when he stepped back into the ring with a confident smile, though upon closer inspection, she noticed a more serious glint in his green eyes. What changed? Is that right? Yaoyorozu san used this opportunity to tighten the laces of her gloves, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I hate to inform you of this, but... I am not scared, either. I look forward to... coming at you with everything I have, then." A chuckle slipped free as she shook her head, black swaying back and forth with the motion. This may very well prove to be... interesting, or at the very least enlightening. How far are they willing to go ?In the blink of an eye, Yaoyorozu san rushed forward to deliver several quick blows. One or two bounced off the arms he had raised in self defense, but upon realization, she shifted her focus to his exposed stomach. The moment he moved to retaliate, she jumped back, using one arm to ward off any attack while using the other to throw in one last punch. It was tempting to utilize her legs as well, but seeing as how this is his first time boxing... she would hate to have an unfair advantage.Yaoyorozu san went to grab his arms, however... she didn't expect to go toppling, to have him falling... on top of her. How it happened, she has no explanation, but it stillhurt.A hiss slithered between the young woman's clenched teeth, a groan following soon after. "Izuku san? Are you okay?" she thought to ask, blinking black eyes up at him. She wanted him to be less Vulgar? But wasn't that just how people talked about sex? When he had been in Juvinile hall his education had included a comperhensive sex ed, and even the instructors had used foul language to define the parts of the body. Then when people spoke about it between each other it was always with a tone that was surrounded with curse words, and such. Matsuda had gotten so used too it, that his vocabulary had just never questioned it. Sex was fucking sex, that was what he had been taught. He shook his head. Though his eyes remained focused on the sensitive folds, and virgin pink skin of Sora's cunt."Nah, that's just how we... oh." He bit his lip for a moment as Sora finally took his cock in with her mouth. His hands tensed, and his eyes closed. "Oh... fuck yes." The words escaped him without a second thought it was very clear that Matsuda's vocabulary would refrain from adjustment in this regard. He bit his lip feeling her tongue press against his cock, and his hips moved softly to help create a pleasureful bobbing motion within her mouth, though he was trying to make sure that he wasn't feeding her too much. His breathing was rather tense, the air would create a soft breeze as he held onto her. The staggered breath would actually roll along her thighs heating them as he held her. He swallowed hard for a second.He attempted to focus his efforts back onto her, his fingers diving into her cunt, deeper trying to explore her, holding back his breaths he attempted to kiss her clit as he had been doing, however this was when Sora would learn something about Matsuda when it came to sex.He was very vocal."Oh fuck... yes, shit that feels amazing Sora, you're... fuck me." His head came to rest agianst her thigh touching her softly watching her, his eyes looking up towards Suki as she sucked on him. "Use your tongue, suck me harder... gods I had no idea... shit... Sora..." Interspersed with his constant profanity were rather loud moans that seemed to escape his throat as he struggled to breath. At one point in order to stop himself from simply screaming, he put his mouth on her inner thigh, biting her gently as he screamed against her skin letting his throat vibrate her sensitive flesh. Izuku realized a touch too late that Momo had longer arms than he did, his guard could protect his face, but she had a longer reach so as she ran into hit his stomach he felt the blow hard against him, and then following up the sudden loss of air, both of them were falling, and landing hard against the ground. He was glad that rings were padded for this kind of thing, and also he landed on Yaoyorozu he coughed for a moment but found the situation rather soft like his face had landed on something soft, warm and kinda like a pillow. When he heard her voice it was muffled, and only a few moments later did he realize he had fallen face first between her breasts.The position while comfortable was a touch intimate. He reached up to try and pull himself up. His glove pushing down on her breast as he tried to move. He recognized his error both by the sound Momo made, and the fact that her breast was actually slightly larger than his hand, meaning the skin kinda bounced as he pushed himself up. Midoriya's face went red for a moment before he jumped back. "I'm so sorry, i didn't mean too touch you like that."It was the second time now he had made physical contact with her breast. He couldn't be sure if he had just crushed the same tit he had punched earlier, but they were both so big that he as more or less dealing with two impossible to get around mountains of a target. Not that he could compare them to mountains, they were more like... oh man he was gonna get in so much trouble for this."I think we should do something else." He practically shouted. "There is plenty of work out equipment here, maybe we should do some free weights or something." Something anything where he couldn't end up hitting her breasts again. Just how we ? Is he going to finish sharing? Sora thought of asking, of stopping what she is doing in order to do so however, she did not take advantage of the opportunity when it presented itself, thus it slipped beyond her grasp. An eye cracked open as he releases more profanity, a sign he is not going to refrain from doing so anytime soon. Matsuda s hips rolling, having his cock slide in and out of her mouth, was but another sign that his thoughts are fixated on the present, on what is happening, not on his choice of words. It is not altogether surprising. He is a male, after all and men have a tendency to forgo anything related to reason in favor of carnal pleasure.Every pant of his had heat teasing along her thighs, which made it extremely difficult to keep her composure. A heartbeat later, his fingers are delving back into her body, deeper than before exploring, his lips and tongue kissing at her as well. Sora jerked as pleasure once again threatened to burn, to consume, being that she did not expect this. Fresh heat licked at her features, leaving behind a rosy red she has no hope of hiding. Hearing his encouragement and guidance, Sora used an elbow to steady herself while she used her tongue more, attempted to suck him harder. Did he really have no idea ? It is obvious the juvenile detention center has corrupted his language, but did it not provide him with plenty of opportunities to do this sort of thing ?It is hard to speculate. Matsuda does not really talk of his experience behind bars, and she does not wish to rub salt in the wound, as the saying goes. It is embarrassing to hear him groan, and moan, and elaborate on how good this feels for him. At one point or another, he put his mouth to the inside of her thigh biting her there as a scream ripped free of his throat.Sora was surprised, true, but she did not anticipate the fact she may very well like being bitten, of all things.A gasp ripped itself free of her throat and, embarrassed, Sora had no choice but to continue what she is doing else, he may realize. The tips of her ears unbearably hot, she closed her eyes, hoping against hope he was drowning in his own pleasure. Luckily she did not have her hair pulled up or back, so several threads of silver have swayed forward to conceal her face from view. It is strange enough to find herself in this sort of situation, but to have him do such lewd things to her body, and be so sovocalabout how much he is enjoying it well, it is difficult to fathom. Is he alright? Yaoyorozu san has no idea why he s shouting, but if his red face is any indication Izuku kun is very, very very embarrassed. It's to be expected, seeing as how they keep finding themselves in awkward positions, but isn't he a teenage boy? Of course she can't say much in this regard, however she understands each incident was an accident, nothing else. else. You re right, Yaoyorozu san replied on the softest of laughs, brushing this off as she climbed up onto her feet. Let me see I suppose we can work on the weights. Yaoyorozu san dipped her head down and, using her teeth, began to pull at the laces of her boxing gloves. Come, then. A smile was flashed in his direction as she twisted away, to head towards the equipment. An hour and a half later, Yaoyorozu san had her hands on her knees, panting, beads of sweat glistening on her pale skin. Bits and pieces of inky black had managed to escape the young woman s ponytail. Alright, I believe we re done here, she breathed, lifting her dark eyes to appraise the man standing before her. It looks just as tired as her, if not more so. A smile spread from ear to ear. It s getting late, and I m sure tomorrow s lessons are not going to be any easier than today s. Yaoyorozu pushed herself into an upright position, placing her hands on her hips now. Let s head on back. I need to wash up, and I try to get up early to stretch my muscles, she went on to explain, already making her way to the door. Ooh, it feels nice out. Both hands reached up towards the sky, as if she can pluck a star from the navy blue blanket stretched over their heads, somehow.Of course that is just a whimsical thought. Yaoyorozu smiled at the idea, though, regardless, just to steal a glance over her shoulder at him when she heard the door swing closed. How do you feel? she asked, tilting her head. Not too sore, I hope. Matsuda was struggling with his own pleasure now. Sora's mouth was turning into a very warm, very wet, and oh so pleasureful place to rest his cock. There was some temptation to simply stay at what they were doing, but at the same time he wanted the full experience with her. While he wanted to savour this moment for the rest of his life, he knew that time was pressured. With each thrust into her mouth he was starting to put more and more of himself inside of her, and that was a worry as well, he was finding it harder to sit still, not to go wild, and he knew for a fact that if he did he would end up hurting Sora. He had heard some of the guys talk about this, the desire to make a girl puke on their dick because they shoved it down their throat.It was not something he wanted to see or inflict upon Sora. Plus her own body was indicating that she was wet. His fingers were coated in sexual juices from being inside of her. There were so many things he didn't really know about, but he knew it meant that her body was receiving as much pleasure as he was with this activity. Looking at her thigh where he had bit her he realized that he was probably gonna end up leaving a bruise on her inner thigh, clear signs that the two had sex. Knowing that she couldn't dress herself, that her handmaiden reported to her father.He was going to be in trouble for this. And yet there was a question that burned his mind for a moment, a selfish desire that he didn't even really want. The question of what if, and would she keep his child if he died.Matsuda pushed himself up and off of Sora, his cock exiting her mouth, letting her breath, as the saliva and pre cum dripped onto her breasts and upper body. "I'm going to change positions." He said softly. He exited the bed standing up, as he grabbed her bird ankles and pulled her so that she was now sideways, his hands grabbed her thighs and spread them far apart so that every inch of the woman he loved was on display to him now. There was simply no hiding any embarrassment that she felt at this point as he could see everything.Keeping one hand under each of her knees spreading her legs so far apart he lifted her ass up slightly so that his cock came to rub against her pussy. He looked down at Sora, a small smile on his face. He realized after a moment that he wasn't wearing protection, neither of them were, there was a real and genuine risk to all that they were about to do. He adjusted himself for a moment, and then slowly began to push his cock inside of her wet pussy, the tip went in easy, but her virgin folds quickly became tighter as the rest of his cock was pushed inside of her, and now with him atop her, he felt a bit like he was splitting her apart. "Oh, fuck.... Sora. You are beautiful." His language clearly not going to change."How do you feel?" He asked lightly, wanting to know if she was okay with having his cock inside of her. He leaned over her, able to see every part of her. His hips started to move slowly at first, building up, his cock getting a feel for her walls as they pressed against him. Midoriya walked out into the night air after the long work out, he stretched, and felt the cool breeze of night air. Midoriya actually opened up his shirt, letting the MHA PE uniform fall off him for a moment revealing the fact that Midoriya was a lot stronger than he looked. His abs, came out on display as well his muscle lined shoulders, all of which glistened subtly with his sweat. He let out a sigh of relief for a moment. "I bet, it's been chaos the first few days have all been assessments, and now that we are past that things are about to get seriously more rough."When she asked if he was sore he smiled at her. "What about you, we hit each other pretty hard, I hope i didn't bruise you." His eyes wandered lightly to her breasts which was where he had for the majority punched her, they seemed like a giant unprotected spot, and also... really nice. He didn't make any further comments, about them as he walked with Momo. "This was fun, I'd like to do it again sometimes. A lot of the time I'm just lifting weights in my room or going on jogs in the morning alone."Midoriya routinely did a lap around the school every morning. "So if your willing, i'd like to have you as a partner to work out with more down the road." He gave her a small smile, at this point. It is not altogether surprising he chose to change positions, to pursue more of the pleasure that which she had to offer him but she did not expect it so soon. A surprised little gasp ripping free of her throat, golden amber eyes blinked up at him as he grabbed her ankles, pulled her so she was sideways instead of lying on her back. It was not long until his greed, his persistence, had Sora spread before him leaving her with no modesty to speak of. Heat licked at her features anew, but of course there was no hiding her embarrassment. Matsuda looked down at her with this small smile, warm with a love she can only believe to be manufactured, produced in the heat of the moment, but the memory of it was quick to leave her mind once pain pierced her down below.Agonizing, excruciating pain, unlike anything she has ever felt before, threatened to rip her apart. It hurt. It hurt so badly, Sora longed to do nothing more than break down and cry. What is the point of doing so, though? It accomplishes very little. Bringing her wings up against her chest, she only allowed herself to close her eyes tightly as he pushed in deeper, taking her virginity making it to where no other man will ever want anything to do with her in the days to come. Not a single tear will leave her. Not a cry of pain shall slip free of her lips, not if she can help it.Beautiful? Her? No. Not likely. Why is he asking how she feels? Is it not obvious? It is just redundant to ask, even if it is only polite to do so. Sora dared to open an eye, to look upon him as all these thoughts occurred to her and yet, she could not bring herself to say a word that which is on her mind.Lies are best in this situation. Matsuda does not wish to hear the truth, nor does he wish to acknowledge it. I am fine, she told him, surprised to find her tone is somewhat even. It portrayed none of her feelings, nor her thoughts. It hurts. It hurts so badly, she has no idea how to handle this sort of pain but she does not want him to know that, not when he is the one inflicting it upon her. It is not just a physical pain, either rather, it is one that is cutting into her very heart. Yes, Sora has come to terms with the fact she still has feelings for him, and yet he has not given her the time to consider whether or not she wishes to pursue those feelings.Sora closed her eyes, again twisting her head away as to endure the pain in silence. He may have realized it himself, and he has promised her something he has no control over however, he did not think of one thing: if she wants to be in a relationship with him at all. Does he not realize how heavy a weight it is to have the name Hanakawa ? It shall not be long until her name is tied to another, one of which will prove to be greatly beneficial to the company. Of course she will not be married, not yet but she will be engaged. A ring will be put on a chain, so it can hang around her neck to show that she is not available. Does he not see how this is jeopardizing the future planned for her at the very beginning? No one wants anything to do with a feathered freak, not willingly.No, that is not entirely true no one wants anything to do with her, unless it benefits them. Sora knows this to be a fact. Is she not providing him a service ? Both wings brought up to hide her chest from his hungry eyes, she closed her own once again hoping against hope this shall not last long. No, I m fine. Thank you for your concern, though. Yaoyorozu stretched her arms high above her head again, just to roll her shoulders to help alleviate an ache that has settled there. I actually feel good. Limber. I had fun tonight. A smile provided just for his eyes alone, Yaoyorozu began to stretch her arms across her chest in order to cool down. I would like to do it again sometime. You go on jogs in the morning? Oh. It is a nice idea to go jogging in the morning, especially with someone else. Would it be wrong to ask if she can join him ? It may come across as rude.Yaoyorozu paused long enough to bend and touch her ankles unintentionally giving him a view of her derriere. Are you sure? I do appreciate the offer, but I would hate to intrude. I know most people prefer their mornings to be quiet. A soft chuckle leaving her, Yaoyorozu pushed herself up unaware that her shorts have ridden up in the meantime. If you are fine with it, I would like to work out with you more often. I just do general stretches in the morning, but a jog could be more invigorating. Something was wrong, Matsuda couldn't really put his finger on it. He was blind to her suffering because of the mask she had put on, but it was wrong. He had seen videos of sex, he had listened to others talk about how it was supposed to go, there was a lot more cussing, a lot more vulgar language, and passion. She told him he was fine, and yet something was wrong just by the very nature of her saying she was fine rather than saying something more like, 'it feels good' or even an acknowledgement of pain, cause it was supposed to hurt right?the first time with a girl, the breaking of a maiden, or something along those lines. That first time was supposed to hurt at least a little, but the actresses always seemed to bounce back, and they always seemed to enjoy what was happening. Here even as his own hips moved it felt like Sora wasn't moving. He tried to meet her eyes and yet she closed herself off, she was even using her wings to cover her breasts. Matsuda paused for a moment, his cock still inside of her, his body still leaning over her. It wasn't that these actions weren't pleasureful, they were, it was the best thing he had ever felt, this moment meant everything to him. He was making love to the woman he desired most in this world.Except she wasn't moving. He paused for a moment, reached out and gently touched her face, his hand brushing her cheek. He closed his eyes. Was he an asshole? What was it the two of them were doing here. He felt a dark twinge of fear, and his entire body stopped moving, even his hips which had been more or less on autopilot wanting to feel that closely connected pleasure, but he could tell, he was the only one enjoying this.Slowly his cock pulled out of her. His hands touched her soft wings. danced over her for a moment. He looked down at her, before just coming to sit down next to her. His hand gently rubbed her stomach, touching her nude body as he breathed slowly. "Your not fine." Matsuda said softly. He was trying to trace this over in his mind, how did it go wrong? She had been consenting right?"I don't understand it." He said softly. "I thought..." He paused for a moment. He looked at her, and sighed as he laid down on her bed, laying beside her. He simply didn't have the vocabulary to deal with this situation. He was hard, and he did want her, but at the same time she seemed completely cut off from him for some reason. He didn't have any words for it, he just knew he disliked this feeling, feeling like he was hurting someone whom he loved rather than doing something that they would both find pleasureful. It was too twisted, and too painful. His eyes watered and he was left with the question if he should go, or if he was supposed to stay? what do you do when you fail so completely?All that said his arm curled around her stomach and pulled her close so that he could at least cuddle against sora using her to lean against as he shivered and contemplated crying openly. Midoriya's eyes brightened up when Momo said that she would like to jog with him. He actually loved the idea, but he did want to caution her. "I'd enjoy you coming with me, but you should be careful, if your not used to running first thing in the morning it can do a lot of damage as a more intensive workout will cause a lot problems when you first start it. With the way the school is at training us, there is more than enough excercize for someone who isn't used to working out every single day."There were plenty of students who fit that category. However if Momo really felt she could handle it. "You were great today, and I'd really like to have you as a work out partner in the future." He used to do all of this Allmight, but having a partner who could actually work out with him rather than just ride a segway while he ran would be great. "I'd have you with me whenever you want!" What is going on? Why has he stopped? Is he not enjoying himself ? It is like she thought: how can anyone take pleasure in a girl covered in feathers? Her heart sinking inside her chest, Sora had to swallow past the lump in her throat and against the impulse to speak up. It is humiliating to think that, even though Matsuda used to be her best friend, used to be the one she would always turn to when she is in turmoil over something or another and yet, he cannot take pleasure or satisfaction in her body. Heat licking at her pale features anew, she thought of saying something to reassure him but nothing came to mind.A hand brushed against her cheek unexpectedly, robbing her of breath. Sora dared to crack open her eyes then, golden amber flickering over his features while he closed his own? What is he thinking of? Matsuda has stopped moving, and ooh, now he is having his fingertips touch her wings. Does he not realize how good that feels? A shuddering sigh leaving her lips, Sora did not expect her eyes to connect with crimson red so soon nor did she expect to find the emotion swimming in their depths. What is it? Disappointment? Fear? It is difficult to tell. It was not long before she received an answer, albeit an unspoken one for he pulled out of her body without so much as a warning, earning a surprised little gasp from her lips.Is he stopping? Why? Sora had to repress a shiver, or else have it be known to him, instead biting her lip and looking elsewhere. A hand gently rubbed along her stomach, touching her with intimacy as he came to lay down next to her. I am fine, she automatically denied, even if it is not entirely the truth even if she herself does not believe it. Their eyes locked once again, but Matsuda had this deep, considering look etched onto his features, as if engraved with a knife.Matsuda s desire is obvious, because his cock is pressing against her hip pulsing, throbbing, but he has chosen not to take pleasure in her body any longer. Has he finally come to his senses? Has he finally realized that the girl of his dreams is not worth it any longer? Sora did not know what to make of this, or what she could say to reassure him. In fact she is at a total loss of words.Her heart pounding at this point in time, she did not expect him to pull her in close, either to cuddle against her side. A wing lifted as though to drape over him, however it may not be something she should be considering. It could very well prove to make things worse. Sora looked down at the young man nestled into her, not entirely sure whether she should speak, again deny everything or bask in silence. It seems neither happens to be a very good option. What do you not understand? she dared to ask, though her voice is naught more than a croak, a hoarse murmur. What were you thinking? Sora began to roll over onto her side using an elbow, as to better look at him. A waterfall of silvery white swayed forward from behind a shoulder the tips tickling his chest and one of his shoulders. ...Do you want me or not? Amber eyes locked onto his crimson pair, Sora crawled over him, waiting for an answer. It does not matter what she wants, or her opinion on this situation. No, what holds weight is what he wants, especially being that his surgery is so close the stakes stacked so high against him. Yaoyorozu laughed softly under her breath, black eyes twinkling with amusement. I will be fine, Midoriya san, she reassured him. I work out every day, I just usually don t. I m sure it will be fine. Thank you for your concern, though. A hand clapped his shoulder gently. Yaoyorozu went on to offer him a smile. I don t know if I was great today, but I think we would make good workout partners. Midoriya will likely push her in ways working out alone won t. As aspiring heroes, it will be good to improve their fighting skills, to test their limits. I will let you get going. I m sure you re tired, and I shouldn t keep you. Yaoyorozu gave him another pat on the shoulder, only to step away to stretch her arms high above her head. What time do you usually get up in the morning? she thought to ask next. I can meet you somewhere, so we can start jogging together. Both hands resting on her hips, Yaoyorozu met his eyes without any embarrassment whatsoever, giving him another smile. Matsuda's breaths were kinda wet at this point. He was clearly contemplating crying but still not really sure why. She of course did follow up with the question of if he still wanted her or not. His hand moved to her wings, tenderly gently brushing her feathers. His eyes were slightly more downcast as he looked at her, but he did nod. His fingers were still toying with her wing, brushing the soft downy of her feathers, enjoying their feel. To say he found them comforting was an understatement. "That's just the thing, I want you more than I have wanted anything." He said gently, and he could have her, there was no denying that if he turned over and took her she would not resist him, but that felt so wrong.She crawled atop him, and he sighed. moving to stop her. "It's not just about me." he kept his voice soft, more because of his quirk than because of any thought of the two of them being caught. He moved so that while she was straddling him he would still be able to sit up, he looked at her. "What I thought, is that you would want me." He actually looked kinda vulnerable and he looked up at Sora, his hands moved to her thighs gently touching and caressing her."You keep saying your alright, but i'm not an idiot." He said softly. "I know when someone is being forced to do something they don't want, and if that's the case, than I don't want to do that to you. Plus your very still, and quiet, everything i know about sex is that it's supposed to be kenetic and loud." Even so it wasn't like he could hide how eager he was to be touched, his cock was still pulsing against her, still twitching and hard, he wanted her, but at the same time he couldn't bare the idea that he would hurt her to do something like that. He reached out to where he had dropped his pants fishing around for his phone he pulled up a quick example of a porno holding it up to her face the soft light of the phone illuminating her body. "Isn't sex supposed to be more like this?""The last thing i want is to hurt you, more than i already have." He smiled at her, even with his eyes wet with tears, he brushed his eyes for a moment sniffing back the tears as he calmed his breath. "If you need too, I can help you get dressed." He said softly, he had undressed her, so redressing her kinda felt like a responsibility at this point. As she clapped his shoulder Midoriya winced in pain, he felt like his shoulder was going to simply fall off at this point, but he steadied himself and tried to hide the pain from the woman across from him. She was being gentle yes but he was still very sore, and the second pat however was far better, he smiled and walked back to the dorms with her trying to hide his mouth for a moment when he yawned. She was right of course having a second person with him while he worked out would do him much better. "I agree, we would make good partners." It seemed that she was understanding of what she was getting into.When she asked if there was somewhere he started he nodded. He pointed out to the gate that encircled the main campus of the school. "I start over there at five am, my track is one full circle around the school, it's a ten kilometer run. which takes me about an hour giving me about an hour and fourty minutes to shower eat and get to class." he smiled at her. "I look forward to seeing you tomorrow." He said going towards the elevator. A shiver played along her spine, as if his fingers had stroked down it instead of her feathers. It was just as intimate, if not more so. It is, Sora dared to speak up at long last, though against her better judgment. I do not have the luxury of wanting things as freely as you, or as others. I have to accept what I am given, what I am allowed to have instead of longing for the things I cannot. It is harsh, but it is the truth. All her life, Father has dictated what is best for her, which is part of the reason why he never liked their friendship. It went against everything she was taught. Sora averted her eyes, knowing fully well Matsuda is not going to like hearing this. It is just not what he wants to hear. Of course it always seems to be that way, does it not?Why does it hurt her to see him so vulnerable? Why does his caressing and touching her thighs keep sending waves of heat through her? It required a great deal of effort to swallow past the lump in her throat, to think of something to say in response. I am fine, Sora reassured the young man, and it is not as though I am being forced to do something I do not want I just I want to give you something, before you have to lay down on that table. I What can she possibly tell him that will not be taken the wrong way ? It feels like he will twist her words, that he will get angry, regardless of how carefully she considers what to say.Kinetic? Loud? Sora hesitated, not entirely sure how to react. It is true she was quiet during all this, but is she not normally? Past experiences has shown her it is best to keep her opinions residing within her heart, locked away, and her thoughts are best left unspoken. Amber eyes blinked as Matsuda dug for his phone, and went on to show her a very explicit video. It was hard to watch. Heat licked at her features within moments, painting her pale skin with a dark, rosy red. I I have no idea, Sora blurted out, biting her lip. Is he crying?! Oh no. Ooh no. Sora curled in on herself, wings tucked up against her chest as she struggled not to cry herself. Is she truly so awful ? Did he not find her acceptable, then? How can she ever please anyone, if she cannot satisfy a male that is desperate to have a body underneath his in his last hours? I I do not know what to say, she confessed, only speaking the truth. Am I not good enough ? I I just thought I It was then that she came to realize tears are stinging her eyes, that one or several are fixing to spill. Sora was quick to twist her head away, to hide the evidence. It is a sign of weakness, after all one of which Father would not approve of. A silvery white curtain swayed forward to obscure her expression from view. I know you are just doing this because you are afraid of not waking up. I know that being with me is not something to enjoy, alright? So if I can make you feel good before you go under the knife, I would be pleased with just that. Five o clock? It seems a bit early, but he has a point: it provides plenty of time to hop into the shower, to change, and grab a bite to eat before class starts. Yaoyorozu gave a small, thoughtful nod. I will see you tomorrow, then, she replied with a warm smile, lifting her hand up to offer a wave. Have a good night s rest. How very strange, this turn of events. Do not get her wrong, Midoriya kun is very kind, very sweet but she did not envision them being such fast friends. A soft chuckle slipping free of her, Yaoyorozu stretched her arms high above her head as she stepped into an elevator leading up to the girls dormitories.A long, hot shower sounds perfect right about now. A yawn fixing to break her jaw, Yaoyorozu blinked sleepily, just to rub at one of her eyes a heartbeat later. How late is it? Ten? Eleven? Most definitely late enough to be the reason why her body feels so heavy but then again, part of the reason could be because of the work out. It s not often she gets the chance to spar against someone else, after all. He saw her, saw the tears that were starting to fall from her eyes as well as his own. Heard her talk about her dad how her life was set out for him. But the most tellin thing of all was how she talked about herself. She really didn't think anyone would ever truly love her. He didn't know how to fix that, he didn't even know if he could fix that. He held her closely softly brushing her feathers for a moment. "You think... way to much."His breath hitched he had still been crying after all. he didn't know how else to talk about this. He was raw and emotional. He was hurting, and apparently so was she. She tried to look away, his hand caught her cheek forcing her back to look at him. So that his lips could steel hers. passionate kissing followed, his tongue invading her mouth letting him taste her freely as he could. He held her body down. Denying her the ability to fly free, as the kiss broke he rested his forehead against hers. "And yet you think far too little of yourself." He said softly."You are my bird of paradise, the one person I want more than any other in existence." He said softly, He pulled her up over top of him. He grabbed her legs and forced her to straddle his cock, holding her where the skin met rougher 'ankle' he didn't shy away from touching her in areas he knew she didn't want to touch. "You want to please me?" He said kissing her again holding her for a moment. Sitting up with her, and still he forced her to straddle him, to look directly at him, his eyes slightly red, but now with a lock of passion against her. "Stop thinking about your father, and the life he set out for you.""and fuck me raw on this bed, you on top, expose everything. Run your hips, and spread your wings." In a sense he was asking her to bare everything, and to make love to him the way he had watched it, the way he was certain it was supposed to be, he was still holding her legs, he wasn't going to let her go without a fight. He forced her to stradle him, forced her to look at him, but now at least he knew that he wasn't forcing her to fuck him. Not litterally, she wanted this, she had said so. "Please Just... forget the world, and focus on me, on us, and stop holding back." He smiled His hand brushed against her talon, holding her clawed foot like a man would her hand. "You, my bird of paradise, if you can give me that, than I know... I'll be able to come back to you." Deku nodded he liked the idea of a shower, but he wouldn't invade her privacy or try to ask for anything nearly so vulgar as to join her. That said he did rally his courage enough to smile at her. "It's a date than." He said. Before running to his room. He had ran almost as fast as his sore legs could still carry him slamming it behind him as he huffed.He had talked to a girl! He had done a lot more than talk to a girl! he had a date with her tomorrow! Now he was really excited, he needed to get sleep, but he kept focusing around Yayorozu as he stripped and got into his own shower. He had been so close to a woman, and now he had a way to like ask her out on an actual date! not just a jog. Before meeting all might something like this was impossible he had gone all through highschool as a the punching bag, now he really was the popular kid! "I can't believe it, it's like I've actually arrived at paradise UA is amazing!" I what? Of course Matsuda did not give her any time to consider his words, the implications, before reaching out to touch her cheek to force her to look back at him. In an instant, Sora s lips are stolen in a passionate kiss one of which had his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her thoroughly. It robbed her of breath, of necessary oxygen and yet, who is she to complain? It is not for her benefit that she chose to do this but his.Matsuda held her tightly during it, to deny her a means of escape but after the kiss, he rested her forehead against his on a pant. I know better than to believe that, Sora replied on a sigh. Amber golden eyes blinked, though she did not say anything as of yet, not when he was too preoccupied pulling her into his lap. A bird of paradise? I? Sora repeated with a heavy dose of doubt and skepticism. No. To claim I am one would imply I have freedom, and it is freedom I do not have. I am a bird, held captive in a gilded cage. I do not see why you want me, of all girls, when you can have anyone. No. It is too much to ask of her. How does he expect her to ? Sora struggled to swallow past the lump in her throat, however it did little to help the stinging of her eyes. Is it not enough that I am willing to give myself to you? she had to ask. How can I let go of the expectations that are always upon my shoulders? How can I forget the life that has been planned for me ever since I was eight, nine years old? If Father had his way, you would pay no role in my life have no part in it. I am going against his wishes to see you, as it is! Does that not satisfy you? Does that not please you? Sora did nothing to stop the tears spilling down her cheeks. Please, just take what I can offer. I may not be able to groan, or moan, or do dirty talk, but I can give you my body, my first time. I did not dream of this. I have not thought of my first time, of giving up my virginity. In fact, Father has explicitly told me I have to save it for my husband to be. I I just ! What does he expect of her?! Sora put her wings to his chest, to maintain distance between he and her while her sanity and her thoughts sort of unraveled. This is just too much. Maybe this was a bad idea. No, itwasa bad idea. Have they both lost their minds ?! I want you to live, after the surgery but I think you expect too much of me. I am not vocal, like that girl in the video, nor do I plan to be anytime soon. I I just wish you would take advantage of what I have to give, and leave it at that. Is it too much to ask for? Black eyes closed as the young woman tilted her head back, hot water soaking into her hair trailing down the curve of her throat, and tracing along the rest of her body. A groan slipped free before very long. It feels good to have the heat sink into her sore and tired muscles, into her bones especially after that workout. Momo stood under the water for a long, long time, just enjoying the heat, and then reached out to get the bottle of shampoo waiting nearby.It wasn t long until she was out, drying herself off with a towel she had ready. A quick glance at the clock revealed just how late it really was, and she released another groan. I guess I won t be sleeping for long tonight, Momo realized, digging through her dresser for something she can wear to bed. It was not long until she was slipping into a simple, oversized white shirt and a pair of black shorts, and then pulling back the blankets. A yawn broke free of her lips as she settled down for the night. Matsuda listened, she really had built a cage of expectation around herself, or perhaps it was just her family name weighing in on her. She wasn't the carefree friend he once knew, she had to constantly consider her role in the world now, and he kind of hated that. It was disturbing he didn't like the idea that she was eternally bound by that weight and pressure, it felt like she had zero passion in her life, even something like sex which was built up in his mind as the most passionate thing a person could do. It was supposed to be steamy full of fowl language, random confessions of love, and emotion as their hips collided into one another, instead she was just on his lap crying. She really didn't seem to understand why he wanted her. If she hadn't realized this shit by now than she probably never would. "Cause I love you idiot."He was making her cry, and some part of him hated himself. Why couldn't he let it go? She was already willing to do so much for him, she was already defying every expectation her father had set out for her. She was doing a lot for him, and she was right this wasn't her fantasy, he wasn't her fantasy. He was just... a non entity in her life, that line hurt the most. Her father would hate him for touching her the way he already had. yet his hands were all over her. Brushing against her soft ass, touching her thighs brushing up to her womanhood, trailing up her ribs, and even touching her feathery wings.But if he did have sex with her, it would feel so robotic, just going through the motions with her, devoid of passion and caring. He would only end up feeling like he had committed some horrible crime against her especially because he knew it would hurt. He brushed her cheek. "I'm sorry, I can't." He said softly. He shook his head. They were stuck, he wanted her, but at the same time she didn't want anything, or rather she wouldn't allow herself to want anything. even if their sex somehow became mind blowing at this point, they were both in tears, his cock had gone soft even against the heat of her body, he supposed that happened to every man once and a while. He knew that he shouldn't think less of himself, he could blame everything from the mood, to the lateness to the impending surgery making things difficult for him. But it really just came down to him not wanting to accept things the way they were."I think... the mood has passed us both by. Sora... I love you. I want you, but without that back, I'd only hurt you... physically and emotionally." He sighed pushing past er wings he rested his head agianst her breast, letting himself listen to her heartbeat, as tears fell from his own eyes. Though they were now closed. "I'm too tired to fight you on this now. This is my fault... too much of myself, my expectations, but please... just hold me for a bit, press me close, wrap your wings around me, cuddle here with me till i have to go. It would mean so much more to me. than even sex to just be close to the woman I love." No. Impossible.It was as if Sora s heart stopped inside her chest, and all because of three insignificant little words, strung together by what could only be incredulity. How ? How can he love her, of all people? Does he not realize just how precious a confession is? Matsuda does not need to be giving it away so lightly, not when it is not sincere not when he may very well die tonight. It is just too cruel to play with her heart in such a way. All he wants is to experience sex. Sora paused upon hearing his next words, her heart sinking. Did she ruin things ? Why did she say anything at all? A wing lifted in an attempt to brush away the evidence of her inner turmoil, but she did not anticipate him pushing past her wings to lay his head against her breast. It brought to mind how a newborn would do so, if only to hear the heartbeat of his or her mother because it is a soothing sound, in the confusing chaos that is this new world.Of course, he is not a baby but a boy, no, a man one who seems to believe he wants her.Sora swallowed past the lump in her throat, finding it difficult to piece any sort of thought together. It is just so baffling, so mystifying. How is she supposed to handle this? Handle him? Matsuda does not make it easy A soft sigh leaving her lips before very long, Sora dared to bring her wings up once again, to do as he asked of her. Hugging him close does not require anything which she cannot give. He had wanted desperate need, passion, vulgar language during sex, and that is not who she is. For far too long, she has kept the words of her heart stifled, buried deep so no one can hurt her again, or use those words against her.An hour later, Sora dared to nudge him gently, since he had fallen asleep. We have to go, she whispered. It will not be long now. It was a few minutes before he grumbled and pulled away, eyes blinking and uncomprehending at first. Matsuda shuffled off the bed to retrieve his clothes off the floor, bending down here, there, his joints stiff or is that reluctance she is detecting? When he was through becoming decent, he was kind enough to help her back into her own clothes. It was rather awkward, and more than a little embarrassing but luckily, it did not last long, being that time was not in great supply. Sora rolled her shoulders to help her jacket settle better and, with that they were off. No one else was in the halls at this time, more than likely preoccupied with homework or studying, however she was relieved not to run into anyone on the way. How would they explain leaving her room together ? H Here we are, she announced unnecessarily, pausing just before the door. A ray of golden light filtered in through a window nearby, rippling over the waterfall of silver spilling down her back. Sora shuffled between her feet, obviously at a loss of what to say. Amber golden eyes avoided his for the longest time, just drinking in details of the hallway that is, until she finally dared to glance up at him. Good luck, she told him, seeing as how that is the only thing that came to mind. What else could she tell him, though? Especially in the light of his confession? Sora still has no idea what to think of it. No matter how much she pushed him away, he was persistent enough to wiggle his way back into her life and now, she knows not what to do, what to think. Good Luck.That was the last thing she said to him. Matsuda looked at her for a moment, she didn't give him anything more than that. She didn't return his confession of love, and at this point he knew she wouldn't. He was forcing too much out of her, she needed time that he didn't have. He looked at her for a long moment etching her face into his memory, he wanted it to be the last thing he saw that night. He looked like he wanted to tell her more, like he wanted to do anything more than leave her side, but it was late, the night was late. He looked at her, and sighed.He had said everything he could say, now he had to wait for her to say something back to him.Going into the surgery room he was prepped, and laid down, drugs were administered, and in a heart beat, he was gone to the world trapped in a haze of dreaming as his body was cut apart and pieced back together.3 weeks later.Matsuda sat in a garden outside of UA's dorm, he looked up at the sky for a moment. It was very early, so early that the sky was only starting to turn from purple to blue, and yet he wasn't the only one out here. He watched as a boy named Deku, and a young woman started to do their morning run. He sat in a chair outside the dorm. Leaning against a wall. He had been out of the hospital for after only a week, since then he had done light duty classes, partaking in physio therapy when the other heroes were doing more strenious work, he had tried not to fall behind, and in truth his grades were actually improving, today was the day he was going to go back to full classes. If he had been doing this without the help of UA he would probably still be in the hospital.Everything however was not perfect. He had not spoken to Sora since that night. He had decided to finally give her some space to come to terms with her feelings, he had texted her once or twice. She was the first person he messaged when he had gotten out of the hospital, but he had never heard anything back from her.He sighed softly, and this time as he did no wind escaped him. His control over his quirk wasn't perfect, if he sneezed he could still go a bit crazy, but it was no longer a random roll on the dice on if every breath was going to leave him coughing, or if would create a massive wind storm. He was able to emit his quirk more or less at will now thanks to the strengthing implants that helped to control his quirks unique muscles. It also meant his signature red scarf was no longer needed.He didn't feel like using a crutch he didn't need anymore.Today was the day he went back to class.In another two weeks they would be going into the sports festival. He had fallen behind, it was time to get serious.But first he was going to sit on this chair, and wait for Sora. Three weeks has passed since their disastrous attempt at sex.Life returned to something resembling normalcy, although things were a little different than before. Hitomi returned the morning after. It was a relief to see her old friend, but it was unnerving how she did not mention anything of the meeting with Father. Sora had no courage to ask, either. In class, she had to endure listening to lectures, trying to commit each and every word to memory because she could not bring herself to pick up that wretched pencil, to make a fool of herself in front of everyone. Hero Academia is going to be a traumatic experience, it seems.Rarely does she speak up anymore, nor does she talk with anyone besides Hitomi. It just feels like too much effort.No one reached out to her, either, so it all worked out. It was for the best. Sora had nothing to say to anyone, as it is. Doing homework was hardly difficult. Hitomi had received word to not jot down any notes for her during class, thus she had to rely solely upon herself. It was sort of nice to withdraw into herself, to contemplate feelings and thoughts she did not have to share with others.Unfortunately, she did not have long to do so.Father had decided to rush things along, regarding her arranged marriage. Every few days he makes plans for her to meet a potential suitor. It is an opportunity to flaunt his only daughter before the legible sons of wealthy partners, of men who could very well prove to be beneficial to the company. Sora is not a fan. Hitomi sits her down in front of a mirror to use a curling iron on her untamed hair and then helps stuff her into a dress, as though she is a piece of property put up for auction. It is humiliating. Every dinner is supervised, of course, but every minute feels like an eternity when conversation is strained especially under such scrutiny. More often than not, Sora just kept her head down, preserving what little dignity she has left to her name by saying nothing.After hearing Matsuda s confession, she had no idea how to reply to his messages. Just how did he expect her to react? Did he honestly believe she would cry and jump into his arms, to forgive him for ten years worth of abandonment and hurt? No, it is not so easy to forgive and forget. It is not easy to put aside everything, to risk her heart again.Today is the day he comes back to class, though. As tempting as it is to avoid him, to pretend that she did not read his text, Sora can not be so rude. Not only that, but Matsuda explicitly asked her to see him beforehand. Hitomi warned her it was not wise to go, partly because of Father s objections to such a friendship, tentative though it may be however, she insisted otherwise. Please, Sora plead, golden amber eyes locked on calculating blue, let me see what he wants. I only need a moment. I am giving you five minutes. Any longer, and you might be late to class. Sora offered the smallest of smiles, just to dip her head. Thank you. What does he want? An answer? A helping hand? It is difficult to say. Sora buried her nerves and began to approach him, eyes drinking in the sight of him. It was not long until she stopped before the young man. ...You look well, she found the words to say at long last. It was difficult to refrain from fidgeting, especially since it was the only thing that came to mind. A rogue breeze played with the tips of her hair, making silvery white fan out, her feathers flutter. Three weeks of physio and school work. Matsuda had lost weight but in a good way. He had gained muscle tone and definition. He had healed, but not all traces of the surgery were gone he had a scar on his neck a smooth red mark one could mistake for an accident while shaving except for how deep it ran.His eyes turned towards Sora when she told him he looked good. He lifted himself up to his feet steadying himself for a moment. "I wanted to apologize to you.""The last time we spoke I dumped a lot of my heart in front of you out of a mix of emotions and fear of my own death. I dont regret what I said my feelings have not changed but I should have accepted you when you said you needed more time."Matsuda for once in his life spoke with the type of formal tone that Sora was more used to hearing. But it sounded so wrong on his tongue that he winced from his own words they sounded way too cold."Yuck that sounds terrible what I mean to say is." He moved closer putting a hand on her shoulder giving her a soft smile. "I love you and this time I'm willing to wait to hear you say it back."He had said everything he had wanted too that night and he had held her close. He had gotten more than he ever thought he could and yet he was still hungry for more. He wanted her, but this time he would let her come to him. "Take your time, I'm not going to vanish ever again."He smiled at her. He didnt expect her to answer right away but she needed to know that there was no longer some sword of damacles over his head. He no longer had any fear of loosing her. Apologize? What for? Sora had meant to speak up, to say something on his behalf however, he had spoken up before she could do so. It was only polite to let him continue, and without interrupting. Another breeze had pieces of silver falling into golden eyes, but she did not make a move to brush these aside, instead standing there quietly as he explained everything.Deep down, she is not angry with him. It was out of fear he had spoken of such things, had tried to push things. It is just How is she to reply? It is not as though she can reciprocate his feelings.Sora looked up at him, realizing right then that he is a good two, three inches taller than she. When did that happen? Or is she just now noticing? Has he lost weight? No, wait. It matters not. A hand upon her shoulder, Sora could not escape so easily nor could she think of an answer to give.Thus she offered a small smile instead. Thank you. I do appreciate your patience. Does he not realize the possibility of their being together is but an impossibility? Does he not see? Sora has no choice in her future, no voice. I have to go, though. My first class is about to start, and I cannot be late. Sora chuckled softly, but it sounded fake to her own ears, as if she is forcing herself to do so. I will see you later. Hitomi lingered, eyes studying the young man. Go ahead, she told Miss Hanakawa, I have to take care of something. I will see you in the classroom. Sora paused, halfway tempted to ask, however she decided it best not to and go on her way, heading back inside. Rubbing her hands together slowly, Hitomi approached Matsuda with an indecipherable look upon her face. ... You do realize the awful position you have put her in? No, likely not. A soft sigh left her lips. Sora is having to sit down with potential suitors, Hitomi shared, and it will not be long until her father picks one to be her husband. Displeasure flashed in those blue eyes, just to disappear half a heartbeat later. Must you pursue this? Mr. Hanakawa is not one to be refused. Something was wrong, Matsuda could feel it, but he didn't really know how to reply to it, they were in the same class, they could have walked together, they should have, instead she took off and ran from him. He paused for a moment trying to think about what was going on, what had changed in the three weeks prior, he resigned himself to waiting until the body guard spoke up and told him that he was doing something cruel to Sora, he supposed in a way he was.Matsuda listened to Hitomi for a moment, Sora was already going through Suitors? he blinked slowly comprehending the story. Then he he was told that Hanakawa could not be refused. "Fuck him."It was a singular, and loud statement, Matsuda brushed his hair back for a moment and looked at Hitomi. "Izumi Has been a thorn in the side of my neck that I only just removed, he's the one that was pruning my emails to Sora making her think i abandoned her for so long, He's also the reason i never got a fair trial." Matsuda crossed his arms. "Of course he would try to marry off Sora, and she'd do it, she has done everything in her life to try and look up to that man, and what has it done? it's crippled her. He actively seeks to clip her wings at every opportunity, she has the ability to fly and he grinds her into the dirt.""Your damned right i'm gonna pursue her, and you can either help me or get out of my way, Izumi put me away once, he can't do that again, and if he really wants to come at me, I've not sat idle. I would never put Sora in harms way, but if I have to go to war for her Izumi won't find me an easy target. If he wants to keep his precious company than he should really consider me for Sora's hand. Ten years in Juvenile hall surrounded by friends and family of his enemies you learn a lot of things if you can get people to talk." He walked up to Hitomi. "I'm sorry, it's not your fault your just the rock stuck between two unstoppable forces. Do pick a side and try not to be crushed in the fallout." Matsuda's eyes had a strange hint of malice the red eyes for a moment making him look so much more like the villain most people thought he was, a sort of murderous intent around him.Than he smiled and laughed like it was nothing punching her arm lightly as if everything he had just said was a joke. "Tell the old man i'm back, and I won't be leaving this time, anyway I gotta get to class, my desk is still right beside hers after all." At homeroom Aizawa explained that they would be getting ready to go out for a field trip. "We are going to start practical rescue training over the next few days. Now we have been going over the home work and rules for this, but this is an enviroment that is a touch more dangerous than you are used too, anyway, we will be going out to the busses now."Matsuda let out a sigh of relief he had kept up with the paperwork portion of classes, but he had been worried about the practical portion, after all he had been in the hospital for a while, and going outside to the busses just meant that he hadn't really missed nearly as much as he thought he did. Also that meant he could finally leave campus for once. He even got to have the ankle monitor taken off as it would normally completely prevent him from leaving UA grounds.Total win! On the bus he looked to Sora, taking the seat next to her. It seems that during this field trip, they can wear their costumes or not, if they so choose. Aizawa did say it could very well limit their abilities but hers does not contribute or limit. It is just a regular outfit, one she finds comfortable to fight in. Sora decided not to change, instead remaining in her school uniform even if she feels a tad ridiculous when everyone else is in armor. This is going to be rescue training, however what will they be doing, exactly? A soft sigh left her lips, seeing as how she knows it will bother her until she finds out.During the bus ride, Sora kept quiet because Matsuda was sitting next to her, and she still had no idea what to say. Father plans on marrying her to whoever wants to tie their name to that of the Hanakawa company and so, his hopes he and her will end up together are just meant to be dashed. It makes her heart sink to think she is going to disappoint him yet again.Sora has no idea if she can bring herself to love him. Ten years ago, she would have jumped into his arms, crying and laughing out of joy while declaring her love and that would be without a shred of shame. In the present? It feels as though it is just too risky to let someone back into her heart even if it is the young man she loved so long ago. It was through no fault of his own that he left her and though she knows this, it is difficult to persuade her heart otherwise. Amber eyes gazing out through the window, golden light played over silvery white feathers and hair, rippled over the angles of the aristocratic features she came to inherit.After some time, they arrived at their destination. A hero in a white suit explained that heroes have to be in all sorts of different environments to assist and rescue people, some of which will not be to their advantage. It makes sense. Tsuyu Asai has a Frog Quirk, and despite being versatile, she excels in water. Sora herself is best in the air though she has to argue whether or not she happens to be a decent hero at this rate. It feels like no matter what she does, it is never good enough. As of late, Sora has even considered the idea of leaving UA but she has not had the opportunity to bring it up with Father. Of course, he will likely dismiss the claims as ludicrous, only to deposit her back onto the school s front steps within the hour. Another sigh leaving her lips, she barely paid any attention as Thirteen split the class up into teams. It was not surprising when she heard she was to have Matsuda on her team.Why must her luck be so awful? Does fate have to be so cruel? Sora did not let her smile waver, but instead turned to him and let it broaden though it was strained. It sounds like we have to work hard with the class representatives, she shared, just to laugh softly under her breath a moment later. Can it be any more awkward between he and her ?! Don t worry I m sure it will all end up fine, Yaoyorozu san spoke up. In a high collared, sleeveless crimson leotard, very little is left to the imagination when it comes to her curves. Silver lines are at her waist and around her arms, leaving it open to expose her skin from her neck to just below the navel. Two gold utility belts finish the look, as well as a pair of crimson boots. During the bus ride Sora would feel something brush against her wings, and then she would feel more of his body weight on her, a slight rumbling noise escaping him as his eyes closed. He fell asleep and was using the downy softness of her feathers as a pillow. His cheek pressed into her wings, and he snored softly during the bus ride. He didn't seem to have any shame, but he was tired still. Even though they were leaving the campus for the first time ever he didn't seem to care about the streets or anything, using the chance to just sleep on her body, to cuddle against her.Matsuda only stirred when they arrived at the place. He moaned slightly as he was shaken awake by their arrival, he had drooled on her wings. He blushed slightly but didn't say anything. He walked out of the bus and stretched as they walked into the simulated disaster area. He stretched out as the teams were announced, it seemed they would be working in two teams of four and one team of five. He got paired with Sora, and it seemed they would be working along side the two class representatives Midoriya and Yaoyorozu. He turned to greet the two of them his eyes catching Momo's outfit.Wow those are huge! It was impossible to know who's were bigger Sora or Momo, comparing their chest size his gut instinct was to say Sora, but that was also his own blind biases to the girl he knew he cared for. He tried to hide the fact that he had even looked trying to instead keep his red eyes from looking down at anyones chest, but even that was difficult because he was the second tallest in the group with Momo beating him out only slightly. "It's a pleasure to work with you!" He said taking her hand, shaking it before shaking Deku's as well. Midoriya was excited, U.S.J. was massive, it was a beautiful complex with around 8 different disaster zones, and the training they were doing here would help to keep them calm in actual dangerous events. He regarded his team. Yaoyorozu was definitely the most versitile quirk but she didn't have physical strength. Sora's main ability had been flight which was incredibly useful in terms of look out, and controlling the situation, which of course meant that they would be good in any given situation that they were sent into.It was only him and Matsuda he had to really worry about. Matsuda's quirk was a wild card, up until his surgery it had hurt him whenever it had been used, but the gale force winds he could create were useful.Then you had His own quirk, still unrefined, but he could now at least use it without damaging his body so long as he remained focused. He realized he had been mubling for a bit, but shook it off. As Aizawa was about to explain where their team was going to end up. "Your team will be going into the ruins zone." Aizawa pointed towards the massive complex of collapsed buildings. "Inside each area are six survivor dummies, while the natural disaster is being simulated each team will be given fifteen minutes to locate each dummy, and retrieve it. Further more each survivor dummy has sensors to tell how it's being treated so if mishandled you will loose points off the examination. Be aware of your surroundings, and be alert." "It is a pleasure to work with you," Sora mimicked, even going so far as to bow.Aside from their first day of class, they have not spoken. Was it rude on her part? Maybe. Sora just had nothing to say prior to today. At the very least they know of each other, so no introductions were necessary. Amber golden eyes slipped away to look elsewhere, however she could not help but notice a pair of wandering crimson, locked on Yaoyorozu Momo s breasts.Why am I not surprised?Halfway tempted to sigh her exasperation, Sora resisted, and instead chose to pull a deep breath into her lungs. Is this day ever going to end ? Every second feels like a day, every minute a week. How long do we have to find all six? It is definitely a smart question to ask.Black shifted in their direction. Thirty minutes, Aizawa spoke, his tone implying just how bored he is of the subject. Be alert. Be aware. You have thirty minutes to locate all six survivors. In the ruins? Oh no. Sora let her gaze drift to the collection of ruined buildings off in the distance, studying the shattered windows, the remnants of what could very well have been a decent little town. Izuku Midoriya s murmuring off to her left caught her attention, drawing it elsewhere. Does he truly believe her to have a useful Quirk in this situation ? It is true Yaoyorozu Momo has the most versatile, being that she can create whatever they may need however, she finds it difficult to believe she qualifies as anything but a nuisance in his eyes. ... Let us get going, Sora told the others, words bland, as if her thoughts are miles away. It is best not to waste any time. The sooner they start, the sooner they can return to U.A. It is a shame, but she does not wish to linger here any longer than she has to. It is just incredibly awkward to be so close to Matsuda, especially since she knows she can never reciprocate his feelings. Father refuses to let her make any choices concerning her own life. As a Hanakawa, great things are expected of her and, unfortunately, she has to oblige, or else suffocate under the weight of Father s disapproval.Running to the Ruins Zone, everyone paused to catch their breath as they analyzed the situation. It looks as though the area is supposed to resemble a city after an earthquake has struck. It certainly hits close to the mark, Sora has to admit even if she has never seen destruction one can inflict. After a bead of silence, Yaoyorozu san spoke up first. I believe the first thing we need to do is get a better visual on what we are up against, she shared, looking to the other girl of their group. Hanakawa san, do you care to fly up and tell us what you see? Most certainly. Sora spread her wings wide, artificial light reflecting off the silvery white feathers while she beat against the air once, twice. It is times such as these that she has difficulty getting herself up into the air not that she will admit it. Ever.What else? What else? I also think it is best if we split up in the meantime, look where we are able to for the survivors, Yaoyorozu san continued, mostly just murmuring and sharing her thoughts with everyone else. Izuku kun, your Quirk will be helpful in moving any large debri. I would focus on that with you, and Matsuda san I know you just had surgery, so try not to push yourself too hard. Matsuda sighed when he was told not to push himself, he couldn't really argue against that, but he had been out of the game for so long that it felt kinda like he had to do more, he had to pick up the extra weight of the work load or else he was never going to have the chance to pick himself up. he had been absent for three weeks when it came to practical studies, he needed to struggle and get stronger else he would fall behind.Matsuda watched Sora fly into the air. His eyes followed her as she went up into the sky, he felt a strange beat of his heart. He kinda wished he was up there with her, or maybe he just liked watching her fly, strange as that was. He shook his head and returned his mind back to the earth where they had work to do. At the solution to split up, to him that sounded reasonable but Midoriya actually stopped Matsuda from bolting off as he looked to Momo.Izuku stepped up to Momo for a moment. "Can you make us a headset? like a radio or something to keep us better coordinated."Thanks to Momo's quirk they could keep in touch with one another even if they were further apart it meant they would be able to cover more ground. Especially with Sora in the air coordinating them.But there was something about this that seemed a little too simple in all honesty, pulling dummies from rubble? He didn't have time to see what the other students were having to deal with but something seemed off. It was a bit too quiet. Seemingly too easy.Mirodiya looked around. "There is a lot of ground we are gonna have to cover, and not a lot of time, there are a lot of blind spots. We are gonna need Sora's eyes in the sky." He waved Sora down. "You'll be team lead, use the radio's momo's making to direct us." Black eyes blinked, just for a smile to bloom a second later. I can, Momo confirmed after careful consideration, dipping her head in a nod. I had a big breakfast after our run this morning, so it won t take long to make four headsets. It had taken her a while to get used to rising earlier, but in the end, it has proved to be very beneficial. Already she feels stronger. Is it her stamina? Endurance? It is difficult to say, and yet she knows it to be true.It is truly destroyed, this area. Sora let her eyes sweep the ruined building, noticing several broken windows that could provide a way inside. It would be easy to use but none of the others have wings. Yaoyorozu Momo can make a rope ladder, to latch it onto a window, however it could very well be a waste of precious time. Movement in her peripheral vision had Sora looking elsewhere.Midoriya Izuku? Why is he waving me down?Do they need her for something?A flap of her silvery wings helped slow down her descent, making her landing smooth. Sora s talons lashed out, in order to tear into grass and ground alike. Do we have a problem? she asked of the others, ever so slowly folding her wings against her sides. Amber eyes remained locked on Midoriya Izuku and Yaoyorozu Momo, never once wavering towards a certain someone.How can she ever bring herself to trust him again? Does he not realize that her future is set in stone? Sora has no choice in what lies ahead, only that she will be the best hero she can be. Yes, she will have to be attached to a man she does not love, give him children, have a life she never dreamed of for herself but maybe, just maybe, it will finally make Father look upon her with approval.Yaoyorozu Momo explained things and, admittedly, it is a good plan. Sora has no idea if she should be the Team Lead , but she is going to ignore that for the time being. It is not as though it matters who is the leader or not. Alright, she replied, offering no objections. All of the headsets made, Sora bent her head while Momo gently placed it over her head, fitting it over an ear. Once that was done, she moved back to lift herself up into the air again. Matsuda noticed that Sora didn't look towards him. He felt an odd stab into his chest, a bit like she had just plunged one of her talons into him, were things always going to be this way between them now? He was alive, he was going to be around for a long time to come, and yet because he had revealed everything now she wouldn't even look at him. He fit the radio onto his head and tried not to sigh with all the hopelessness that he felt inside of himself. It hurt but he had a three stage plan to deal with it.Step one, pretend like it didn't hurt get through this class. Step two, try not to cry. Step three he was probably gonna cry. For now though Matsuda just had to push that aside and go. As Sora started to take off, he stepped behind her, and with a breath helped her to take off into the air. He saw the last time she had struggled to get into the air, his quirk seemed to make it easier to take off, even if he didn't make a big show of it.He just... wanted to be helpful to Sora, but part of him was starting to believe her that maybe she just didn't want him, after everything that happened that night the two of them had embraced, maybe there was too much damage for the two of them to really get on each others good side again? Maybe she really didn't want him around her. Those thoughts were pushed aside, he slapped his face and got to work hurrying along.Midoriya started to use his quirk, full cowling crackled with energy as he worked to move about, increasing his speed as he jumped through the rubble, but there had to be more to this. Just finding the dummies wouldn't be too difficult so he had to assume there was more too it than that.Then as Midoriya was running he saw something green, and heavy move to intercept him, His eyes widened for a moment as one of the robots from the entrance exam slammed into him. Midoriya was winded at the first contact, but managed to keep his concentration pulling himself back and moving quickly onto his feet. He breathed heavily. "So that's the extra feature."As the green things showed themselves Matsuda was thrown back. So far though these were the smaller type ones that they were encountering. "Automated villains great."A type two, larger, thicker armor and heavier tredding made it's way towards momo attacking her on sight, with a hail of rubber bullets. O Oh, Sora gasped, not expecting the assistance. It came as a bit of a surprise, seeing as how she has yet to acknowledge him on this mission of theirs. Is that wrong of her? Sora dared to glance over her shoulder, bits and pieces of silvery white splaying across her face. No. This is most definitely not the time to be considering such things, nor is this the place to do so. Right now, she needs to focus on finding and rescuing victim replicas. A soft sigh left her lips a moment later, but alas, it is what it is. What choice does she have?Amber eyes once again studying the area, Sora flapped her wings to soar higher. I do not see anything as of yet, she shared over the headset. A ray of sunlight reflected off a broken window nearby, nearly blinding her. It was right then that something struck, just about making her fall out of the sky. A cry of indignation dying in her throat, she twisted and fought to break free, using her sharp talons to leave gauges in metal? What the ?!It seems their mission is not only to rescue dummies from the wreckage, but to ward off villains as well. Why did Aizawa sensei neglect to mention this?! Sora could not suppress the spark of satisfaction deep inside her chest or keep it off her face, for that matter. It was just satisfying to watch that robot fall in a downward spiral, just to crash into but one of many ruined buildings. An explosion followed soon after, but she did not linger long enough to enjoy the show. Hey? Yaoyorozu san? Midoriya san? Have you seen ? Sora s words were cut off abruptly, intercepted by what sounds like gunfire? It was quite disconcerting. Who is being fired at? Are they alright? Can they handle it themselves? None of these unspoken questions will have answers as of yet, so there is no point in considering any of it.Momo had jumped out of the way in time, having taken shelter behind a wall. It happened so fast, it s the only thing she could do right then. Her hands pulled open her red leather uniform just a touch, revealing a great deal of her breasts while she thought of what to make. All she needs to do is take down that robot but as of right now, she has no idea where it s hiding or what it s capable of.Sora s eyes had been scouring the area this entire time, and it was at that moment she noticed a crouched figure, a familiar one. Yaoyorozu san, she spoke into the headset, it is to the north east, or roughly two o clock. Does she dare intervene? Time is running out, and they have yet to find any of the so called victims . Is that not the top priority? Sora frowned, not liking the idea of leaving her teammate behind. For a long time these robots had been a major obstacle but since he had developed his skills more and was more controlled he had no problem ripping through the metal armor of these creatures. A single kick tended to smash enough of the mechanical parts that it would typically stop moving after he hit it. The main problem was that no matter how fast he moved he was still lagging behind and the addition of yet another thing to take care of meant that their team had yet to find any of their actual targets. He had been taken by surprise with the gun fire, though the bullets had been rubber, and he had only been tagged a few times with painful riot bullets. In other words he got a bit lucky. "I'm okay." He called over the radio. He saw something explode with a bit of satisfaction.He had expected everything to be more visible from the air, since they didn't have quirks that made surveillance easier through walls like Jiro, but maybe that was why they weren't finding anything? Well aside from the target close to Yaoyorozu, he trusted her to handle that one. He decided he had to start checking buildings, his strength made that task a bit easier as he could run through doors and check the ruins much faster than the other members of his team while Sora worked to sort things out from the sky."I found one." Midoriya commented as he moved closer to the rescue dummy, picking it up, lifting it up onto his shoulders since it was awkward, and it's weight was akin to a fully grown adults. Still he hefted it up and started to run back towards the safe zone. "Everyone are you okay?" Matsuda let out a sharp yelp as heavy metal connected with his side, he was tossed aside for a moment. He felt a sharp pain, he was pretty sure he would be bruising from that in the long run. He dragged himself up. He hated robots, his quirk was great against living things, but against robots they tended to be to heavy for his quirk to move properly. He could huff and puff all day long and he would never budge the metal, which meant he had to run.He had spent the better part of his life trying to be resourceful. He had plenty of stuff he could take advantage of in this area. However for now he was focused on evasion, as the robot followed after him. Matsuda found a second mechanical wonder and it charged him from the front. "Sora, catch me." He couldn't eactly trust his quirk to move the robots, but he could certainly move himself. Their guns started rotating as Matsuda jumped taking a deep breath as he threw himself into a front flip.His neck craned as he was at 90 degrees. He let his breath go and launched himself into the air as the bullets started flying the robots hitting each other and shutting down.Flight was an odd sensation. Catapulting himself into the air at a high velocity was awkward. His body twisted for a moment. to flip him back around. He felt a solid rush of wind around him as he opened his eyes he had a great birds eye view of the entire facility, he smiled for a moment feeling that rush of wind, feeling weightless, and then feeling like he was dropping, and suddenly there was a sinking feeling. He hadn't really thought about the landing part of this equation, and only a moment or two later did he suddenly think'hey what if Sora doesn't actually catch me?'The last time he had trusted her to carry him she had thrown him right through actual glass, did he trust her enough to actually carry her? He knew she could, but would she?

['Matsuda', 'Might', 'Head', 'Nezu']

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[Batman RP] Musée du Louvre

The Louvre Museum was a natural gathering place for the masses. The building itself was a glittering piece of artwork in modern and ancient architecture. Rich or middle class, the public was always an ardent participant of its exhibits and presentations. Tourists, of course, made up the greatest bulk of any attraction. The visitors that were now mulling about the exhibit halls after hours belonged to just that. They were also among the rich and famous, most of them, many who had been invited as generous benefactors and contributors to a new section of the museum which was opening. Others were simply there by interest and avidity alone, but none for no reason. Oddly enough, it wasn't for the Mona Lisa.It was a privileged event. Its attendants were decked out in their fabulous gowns and comely suits. The silk and rhinestone sequins, the brand names and make, might have rivaled the cost of the d cor around them. Ceramics and tapestries were set up along an array of exotic plants to depict history from South America s tropical rain forests and creatures. Some of the foliage itself was carved out of jade, the natural highlights and contours of the precious stone alternating pale green and dark emerald by a whim of nature. A number of furs and animals were also displayed, glass eyes docile and thoroughly dead as they prowled behind glass cases or amongst the very aisle way. Those she held a remarkable distaste for.A few of the most priceless, as well as bizarre, pieces were the jewels. Lined in rows and rows of glimmering wealth, carved from old knowledge and withstanding the tests of time, precious metals and gems gleamed beneath the flattering lighting beaming down upon the bed of lush velvets and cushions. While everyone might have sported their own trappings, it was the bead upon beads of water opals, the sizes of the diamonds, and the elaborate carvings upon a single pendent, that caught the most attention. Maybe professors and antique collectors entertained groups of other intellects for conversation. Others mulled about in their groups and social circles, greeting one another politely and commenting every now and then upon whatever was at hand.A tall champagne glass resided within the clutch of her slender fingers. The lady stood, surprisingly, alone. A dark red dress draped her form, subtly drawing attention to and flattering her curves and the pale of her throat. She was just another honored guest, one that had donated a large sum of money to the exhibit which was intended to preserve the beauty of the rain forests that the exhibit only temporarily attempted to capture and portray. A rather somber expression seemed to mask her fair features, crimson lips pulled to a slight frown as her crossed arms and green gaze looked down upon a particularly peculiar necklace in its display case. Tiger eye stones. Common enough from any novelty rock tumbler, but unique because of its age, design, and origins. The concentric circles in each truly did seem to gleam like a dozen tiger's staring up from the black velvet. She appeared to be contemplating something, if only they knew what. The party had started but one of its expected guests was running quite fashionably late. However, the sound of helicopter blades whirling rather loudly were soon heard as a black helicopter descended through the night sky and thereafter soon landed upon the cobbled stones before the Louvre. The distinctive logo of Wayne Enterprises was seen upon its tail and as it landed the doors slide open and a moment later the tuxedo clad form of its rather dapper occupant emerged from the helicopter with what appeared to be a trio of blonde Russian tennis players.Clad in suit so finely tailored that it looked expensive even in this gala environment, Bruce Wayne entered the party with a bevy of girls on his arm. A grin graced his lips as he looked around the crowd. A hand was raised to wave as he sauntered within, acting very much as though this was entirely normal and he did it all the time. After all he was Bruce Wayne, he sort of did. If nothing else being filthy rich was the sort of thing you have to take advantage of and really enjoy.A number of people rushed towards him to greet him and like some sort of king he politely smiled, waved and greeted them all in turn. At one point he leaned in towards one of the girls who were there with him and idly inquired Why are we here again? In a heavy Russian accent she murmured Something about saving the Rainforest. He nodded Ah yes, I do like breathing, rainforests are good. He stated rather airly as he looked over his shoulder Where s the guy with my big cheque?As though the question having been asked a fellow holding a rather large novelty cheque for a million dollars was lagging behind from the helicopter. Bruce paused as he waited for the fellow to catch up and then managed to halt the general murmur of the crowd as a microphone was brought to him as he remarked Thank you everyone, I just wanted to say I m happy to be here. This is a lovely party and the rainforest is definitely a good cause. So I wanted to show my support and donate a million dollars to saving the rainforest. With that said the large cheque was presented and then Bruce Wayne wandered over towards the bar. It seemed that the terms for fashionably late applied in Paris just as much, if not more, than in Gotham where the man hailed. As the raucous sounds from the helicopter called for all their attention, dozens of gazes were drawn up to the glass ceilings and the bespeckled stars past the sheer black metal. Several left their posts and observations to go and see the spectacle, while others slowly ambled along, all of the movement flowing towards the entrance where the attention grabbing idol would soon appear. Very few stayed behind. It might have been planned, the way the masses simply seemed to form around the source of light and charisma emanating from a very quick and brief speech, and how quickly the microphone was brought up.As the awes and applause rose up in the main lobby of the eastern museum wing, she passed a glance backwards on her way towards the lounge area. She had given quite a sum to the charity ball, but no where near the offering Mr. Wayne had heralded in. It wasn't so much that she was envious or indebted, but the airs he had put on gave her some need to be distant from them. It was rather suffocating, showing off. And there would be plenty of opportunities to be introduced to a man who needed no introduction during their night there, certainly.A scholarly looking man in a white suit was explaining the intricacies and economy of Gotham City, spurred by the new arrival. It was to that little gathering that she lingered to hear and learn more. Overbearing as the young multi billionaire was, it didn't hurt to know what she could. Her presence was noted when she gave that acquaintance a small smile. It was all it ever took."Ah, Ms. Kyle, you've not yet been introduced to Mr. Wayne have you? I'm sure you appreciate the donation as much as our museum does." The PhD began, offering his arm as an escort to her. He was one of the few there that she respected to some degree, and was one of the better people for it. "While his contribution was anticipated, it was far more generous than who'd have ever thought. Perhaps you two have something in common.""Perhaps." Selina supported, despite the shadow of doubt. "Is he always doing this?""The helicopter or the check?""Both," she grinned, her dark eyes picking apart the crowds."Well, why don't you ask him for yourself?" Professor Trepany suggested, the group that had gathered around the man of the hour noting their presence. The enigmatic woman and the elderly official made a rather striking pair. "Welcome to France, Mr. Wayne. If I might introduce to you the director of this particular charity project, Selina Kyle.""I thought I'd express my gratitude on behalf of the endangered species you've spared tonight," She continued with a lightness to her tone. "Tell me, what prompted such a generous whim?" The attention of the people around them became focused and polite. Inquiring minds might want to know. "Thinking about adopting a stray panther in the future?" Bruce Wayne indeed seemed to have arrived and subsequently become the focus of the attention of many at this particular function. Oh undoubtedly some of the locals thought his arrival slightly ostentatious but his reputation as a whimsical, affable American playboy tended to precede him. Beyond that being the richest fellow in the room tended to give him a him license to behave however he wanted. A bottle of champagne was popped open at the bar as various party going came to great him, commend him on his generosity and naturally women arrived to faun over him.He very much looked the part he was expected to play. His facial features were strong and solidly masculine in their disposition. Dark eyes and dark hair met tanned skin and an easy, casual smile to give him a rather charming appearance. His form seemed rather fit with the tailored suit he wore displaying it to some degree. A good breadth to his shoulders was also displayed. A glass of champagne was in his hand and he seemed to be drinking from it readily enough. His other hand gesturing as he related a joke of some sort or another.As Professor Trepany and Selina approached him he idly noted And there is a man after my own heart here at a party with a woman half his age. Those who lingered about him laughed in an appropriately sycophantic manner. However, he simply grinned to the two of them and nodded slightly as he noted Evening to both of you, if you haven t heard I m Bruce Wayne. Ah yes, it is a pleasure to be here in France. I don t think think I ve ever been to France when its this cold outside. Usually I m on the beach in Provence, enjoying the sand and the view. He grinned as it seemed a more appropriate answer than the women . As for whether you might introduce me to Ms. Kyle I suspect you just have. Not that I m one to complain of being introduced to striking women. A good evening to you then Selina. Ah the generous donation, well you see I was sitting on my couch watching some tv and my keys fell out of my pocket. I had to turn over the cushion to retrieve them and found some spare change, so I thought I d pass that along. The remark provoked laughter from those surrounding them and he took a ship of champagne before shrugging his shoulder slightly. But more seriously Selina, I just try to do my part to make the world a better place. Perhaps I m just more fortunate than others is being able to do a little bit more. He winked to her as he noted And I don t know about stray panthers, but I ve been known to keep things which followed me home. She was mildly amused at the answers he gave. While the chorus of laughter bubbled up around them, rising to the surface like the sparkling champagne, a small quirk curved the corner of her lips, lilting with the loft of a fine chestnut tinted brow. She was likely far more critical of him than the others might have been, attempting to see the real reasoning or motivation behind his splurging of monetary fancies. Russian women, of all ethnicity, that suit, his smile, and the apparent comfort and company of being the center of all attention. Not all rich play boys were quite as exuberant as this one. Maybe there was a reason for it. Then again, maybe not."You must have quite a collection, then." Selina remarked, biting back the notion of suggesting a zoo even if it was implied. "Does the one here interest you at all, Mr. Wayne? Maybe you were watching a documentary on forest preservation and natural history when you turned that cushion over. Perhaps I could enlighten you?" It was only polite of her to offer. In some sense, she was obligated to. No matter how little he cared for the cause he had unintentionally joined and no matter how little she cared for him. Still, even if forests were the last thing he worried about, there was something about plunging necklines and blond hair complementing red dresses that might have kept his attention.While it was rude of him to refuse her at the event, and after his donation, she didn't hold any expectation that was too high. Either it would reflect badly upon both of them, or it wouldn't. For all she knew, maybe he did enjoy all the shallow pleasantries and aimless conversation amongst so many human predators. Depending on how long he had been playing his part as the attention grabbing jewel, he might have even intrigued her. After the initial distaste cleared from her palate of first impressions, anyway. So much money and only so many ways to spend it. If only everyone were so fortunate. Bruce Wayne did indeed appear to be rather comfortable being the centre of attention. His manner was easy and he seemed to let charm and humor readily spring from his lips to keep those about him amused. Although there seemed little serious about his comportment, he seemed to be there for a good time not a long time. Whether he came across as brash or suffocating in the manner that attention seemed to fix on him likely depended upon the observer, although if nothing else he seemed to enjoy playing the part life had dropped him into.He simply grinned as he noted I do have an acquisitive nature. He remarked agreeable enough. Bruce smiled as he noted Well I know that the rainforests make sure we all have air to breath. That seems relatively important. He offered her a bemused smile as he noted Probably a bad precedent to set to agree to let you explain everything you think I need to know on the subject after all now people are going to expect me to learn about cancer, child poverty and the inner workings of hospitals. He chuckled softly as he shook his head Ah but who am I to refuse a beautiful woman? He smiled to her as his eyes did indeed linger on the plunging neckline of her dress. He did indeed seem interested enough in that to humor her.He retrieved himself a glass of champagne and then casually strode over to her and slipped his arm about her waist. Thereafter, a rather bemused smile graced his lips as he noted Enlighten me then. He grinned slightly Since you have all the answers about what s going on with this particular cause. After all you now have the opportunity to convince one of the richest men on earth that this is all terribly important. He chuckled softly No pressure. Those were rather surprising words. Did he really not know or care where that money went to? Selina couldn't help but to wonder. With metastasis, world hunger, and health care systems, were they just another noble concept, each as in depth as the mere knowledge for 'breathing'? So he knew air was vital. Impressive. She reserved her comments even as they became relatively alone within the bauble of a world that he had agreed to accompany her to, drawing him away from the social circle and the crowd."No pressure at all," Selina agreed, the curve of her hip lightly tapping against his as she turned out of his grasp, the return of her revolution sweeping up his arm to a more gentlemanly posture for escort. It wasn't as if she were another one of his paid models. She was far too graceful and aloof."I'm not so ungrateful for your patronage as to attempt to swindle you for more. I could hand you out facts and statistics as easily as you hand out checks, but would that make it any more gratifying?" She doubted it. The manicured fingers of her free hand slipped through the soft fur of a leopard frozen in its place as it stalked past them along the aisle. The barely touched champagne glass she had been harboring before had been left behind in exchange for his arm. "Besides, I'm sure the starving children of Eritrea would be more appreciative for a few more thousands than a few more trees.""Though... with a trinket like this," She paused, turning his attention to a ornately wrought jewel sitting in its case. Blinding diamonds decorated a white gold choker. "You might be able to solve world hunger once and for all." Bruce Wayne offered her a rather casual smile. Whether he had such casual disregard for the various causes he supported monetarily or whether he simply chose to present a rather irreverent image. There was a rather clever look to his eyes and surely one didn t manage to stay a billionaire by being a complete dolt. But he seemed to present a rather simple social image.He found the woman slipping away from his arm to take it in a rather more dignified fashion. He made a tisking sound as she did so. Although he offered no other comment as he sipped the glass of champagne in his hand. Oh I m sure there isn t, you don t seem the excitable sort. Bruce Wayne flashed her a smile as he noted You could rattle off a number of statistics and facts. But to what end, I ve already given your pet cause a million dollars. He idly noted I rather think were one going to save the environment that s about as much as you could expect from anyone here, after all I m just Bruce Wayne not Captain Planet. He smiled pleasantly to her as he noted Ah well to prevent them from starving I d need to somehow arrange world peace and eliminate poverty for someone who doesn t know all these facts and figures you certainly have high expectations of what I m to accomplish. Bruce glanced down at the choker with its diamonds. He lofted a brow to her as he noted A lovely trinket and likely exorbitantly expensive. I m sure if I bought it, it could raise a lot of money for the impoverished. But as lovely as that choker might look upon your neck, I m not sure how I should be able to use it to solve world hunger once and for all.. "Well, at least you know your limitations, I'll give you that." Selina offered. Fairy tales and children shows only changed so much about the world. It wasn't as if anyone expected people like them, corrupted and helpless adults, to do anything for their future. "You've heard that new adage haven't you? That if everyone pitched in and gave up a small portion of what they had, much like you, Mr. Wayne, many... problems would be solved. But you can't change society on your own. It's hard enough trying to fix even one person."It seemed she was spending less time showing him the sights than she was probing at the edges of his mentality. He wasn't quite as ridiculous up close. Still, he was right. It took a certain degree of finesse to get her riled up about anything, and one wouldn't find it in a social function such as the one they currently found themselves within. And she didn't find it in his company. He wasn't the only calm and cool playboy who had ever been in her company. And her particular breed made it difficult to warm up to just anyone in a certain matter of time."That choker doesn't belong here," Selina told him. Quietly, of course, as just a little trivial secret. "If it did, then the Mayans certainly possessed a bit of modern taste. I suppose, at best," she tried to justify, "diamonds are the same mined up out of the ground anywhere, aren't they? And if there's money to waste, why not waste it on something like that." Maybe it was a pet project, but it was more than just herself running it. It had been a collaboration. It was never a very good idea to work with too many people and gather them in one place and purpose when money and riches were involved. And it was not a good idea to throw money around without knowing which root it fed to directly. He and none of the other donations really could know. It was only a grasp upon the surface and the everyday knowledge for the good of trees.The fact of the matter was, who knew where the money went once it was in another set of hands. Maybe a few new sparkling pieces of jewelry that neither solved vanity nor the world.Her eyes had never come up to meet his, pinpointing the surroundings of the room and their implications. Eventually, they caught the sight of the tall and gaunt professor making his way back to catch them during their walk. At that, she finally did stop in their easy gait, his arm pressed momentarily against the side of her chest before releasing it to face him. In her red stilettos, her height was close to match him at eye level."Well, it's been a pleasure, Mr. Wayne. Thank you again for your donation and company tonight. I hope you enjoy your stay in France." With that she turned to meet the other man halfway, saving time, the professor nodding his head in acknowledgment to excuse them from the main hall where everyone continued to loiter an hour or so more. Bruce Wayne smiled to her as he remarked Well we all have our limitations, mine are just different than many other peoples. He rolled his eyes slightly as he noted Yes, yes, save the world, that s what all the rock stars are preaching. On the other hand it doesn t seem to cause them to live any less comfortably themselves, they d like everyone else to do all the hard work involved. Nor do I really think that everyone throwing money at a problem is genuinely going to fix it. Some money will help but more will be frittered away. But spending someone money for all these causes.. its good publicity. Bruce lofted a brow to her as he idly noted If it doesn t belong here then why is it on displace with items that are topical by nature? Seems to be placing it out in plain site where someone might be tempted to try to steal it for little reason then. He shrugged as he noted How big of a diamond does one really need though? They are rather pretty but what use is there for something like that other than as a rather showy display of wealth. He grinned slightly Not that there is anything wrong with that, but I ve more useful ways to do so than gaudy jewelry. As the woman excused herself he nodded slightly to her. It had been a rather strange conversation as far as these things went. However, he nodded politely to her as he remarked My pleasure. Thereafter, he headed back to the group of people whom had surrounded him not terribly long ago. His presence was naturally sought after by the glitterati there for the evening.Several drinks, and a rather swanky hotel room later he found himself upon his private jet and heading back to Gotham. He presumed the city had managed to survive a night without him. Yet without his watchful eye, who knew what sort of mischief might transpire. But at the very least one day should not be so long as to have allowed the various seedy elements time to stretch their legs nor to develop any misguided feeling of security.Surely the city police could manage without him for a few nights running. Hence it was with a yawn that he stretched out in his rather luxurious chair on his private jet, and picked up the novel beside him and thumbed through its pages. Even the fastest of jets took a while to make the jump across the Atlantic, the world would simply have to wait. Not many people would know about the event at the Louvre itself unless they happened to reside in the city of Paris or be a notable invitee. The night would pass and its visitors drift off to their respective resting places and homes, their money circulating to whatever outlets they believed it was intended for. It wasn t until a few nights later, when the public could begin to come in and admire what the party goers had been privileged to attend first, that the display hit a hitch which struck up some obscure news presence in the world news. It was only a small section, granted, one that was greater in tumult and unrest within the halls of the official museum itself. They went to great lengths to prevent a thorough investigation, and thus publicity was very unwelcome.The lovely diamond necklace that Selina had pointed out to their visitor was safe and sound and being considered as an item to be auctioned off. What they had lost was far more valuable and a means to replace its cost was something the Louvre would thusly have to struggle to achieve. The genuine articles had been borrowed in good faith from their sources. Now they would have to find some way to repay their debt to the South American Society for Ancient and Historical Art and mend the distrust from their other providers in the meantime. Perish the thought that they would actually use most of the donations they had received to send it to the rainforest it was intended for to begin with.The thief itself was a more intriguing unknown. The few reports that they had been able to acquire form the guards stationed on the night of the robbery had been ridiculous. Either they did not see anything at all, or they joked that the stuffed cats had come to life. It spawned a series of playful speculations. The best reasoning they could come up with was that the archaic and cultish influence of the relics and talismans in the rooms. They infused the dead beasts to life and bid it to bring back the most priceless jewel to its homeland. How else would any thief ordinary thief know how valuable a common stone like tiger s eye could be?The notes in the Gotham Tribune made a small entry on the front page to the theft at the Louvre, mentioning an aside that Bruce Wayne had made a donation to the event. Otherwise it might not have made the headlines at all. The rest was the same average reports. Crime rates were stable and rising slightly, the most notable criminals were jailed while others were unknown, the economy wasn t bad and it wasn t great either, classifieds and editorials and restaurant reviews were as average as ever. Much like the fiasco at the Louvre, the buzz and rumors about Batman were kept on the down low.Whether or not it was true that one of the big cats that had left the museum, to go back to Brazil or follow their best benefactor home, one found itself above the towers of the Gotham metropolis. It was rather fitting, how very black Gotham appeared in the night, no matter how many drab colors showed in the light.Under the moonlight though, the pearls in her clutch shimmered quite brilliantly, a chorus of security alarms ringing out into the night below as a few masked hoodlums scattered to their escape car. The sirens were already sounding, their peal ricocheting through the ravine between towers on their way. It was a lovely, cloudless night, all things considered. Bruce Wayne arrived in Gotham and it wasn t long thereafter that he learned of the jewelry theft from the Louvre. A flicker of annoyance had crossed his features being rather aware that rather than to whatever causes were being espoused the money he d donated now was surely going to be devoted to covering their ass and saving face as best they were able. But as he told the woman he d met that night, he was hardly one to save the world.Gotham on the other hand was an entirely different matter. His jet had landed at the airport and shortly thereafter he d returned to the sprawling estate where his mansion was located. He was greeted by the ever present figure of his butler Alfred who bid him welcome and that the chef would be preparing his supper shortly. Bruce had nodded his head absent mindedly as he stalked off to his room and tossed his bags down upon his bed.Diner followed and then he was down into the catacombs below the mansion. In those caverns he d made the lair of his alter ego, that beast that lurked within him which dispensed justice unto the city with a righteous vehemence. The shriek of a bat would be heard as would the rustle and flap of wings, but for the most part he was left to his own devices. Bruce had settled into a rather large chair in front of a computer screen as he examined what should have been classified police material indicating what criminal activity had transpired over the last several days. Nothing immediately jumped out at him, nor did the police scanner sounding in the background indicate any current crisis.However, having been absent for several days, he slowly undid the collar of his shirt and then its buttons as he rose from his chair and over towards the armored locker in the cave. His password was input and thereafter that distinctive black body armor that garbed him was slowly put into place one piece at a time. His form covered so that he went from appearing to be the harmless playboy to the dark knight. Clad in that dread black and with the cowl masking his face he stalked back into the cavern and towards his vehicle.The Batmobile itself awaited him and its door was opened and he made himself comfortable within it as he started the vehicle and his foot weighed down upon the gar to send it leaping forth into motion as he took off towards the city. If nothing else transpired that night, he would have patrolled the cities streets ensuring to its safety. But a report of a robbery in progress was heard and he sped off in its direction. The trio of would be robbers were both flustered and frustrated with the outcome of their heist. The jeweler was some distance away from the police precinct, and even if they tripped the alarm, which they had been certain they wouldn t do given their knowledge working in the inside. There would be adequate time to make their getaway. As it was, they had lost a significant amount of time and the flash of the sirens were already visible from the other end of the street just as they turned the corner to the next. Perhaps they still had a plan B given their carefulness to plan from the beginning to end.As the sound of the engines and racket thundered down through the buildings and towards the direction of the outskirts, her work was more or less done. The block that she had presided over was once again fading into silence as the security alarm lost its zeal and the owners and investigators came in to begin the long clean up. It wouldn't be a very difficult case. Bringing her stiletto heels back up to the ledge where they had dangled, she rose, the appearance of a tail swaying with her movement from behind. The rest of the coil of her black whip was wound comfortably at her waist, over the golden rings of her girdle.Those, and perhaps the dark onyx that adorned and served as her claws, were her usual decor for the form fitting skin of black that veiled the curvaceous feminine figure. Of course after the event that night, she also possessed two pearl bracelets wound in tiers around each wrist, and a long string of the white pink orbs folded twice over around her neck. She was the prettiest black cat to traverse the edge of the street for sure. With her lounging and basking in the moonlight done though, nothing more to see or to her liking, she might as well have begun home. Unfurling her whip, she tossed the end out across the alley to swing past once the end momentarily clasped a portion of a pole.In midair, one of the larger bracelets slipped from her free hand, dropping down to catch and scatter over the windshield of the chance vehicle which happened to hurdle through in that same moment. That was a rather interesting sort of black and gaudy car. The pearls held together well, but the string that bound then snapped on contact, the beads exploding in no more than a spark."Oops." She breathed, looking down over the little pinpricks of light on the dark ground far below. More curious was the vehicle that had broke them. That dark supercharged and heavily armored vehicle sped through the streets. Something shattered upon the windshield and he d spy a pair of pearls rolling down the windshield. It was a short leap of logic to determine that they had come from somewhere above him. Hence the vehicle came to a rather abrupt stop and its top opened and a grappling hook fired upwards towards the roof of the building above him.Thus in a half a moments span the darkly clad form of Batman was seen soaring upwards towards the cities rooftops. That distinctive cowl with its pointed ears obscured his face, with the flowing cap rippling in the wind around him. Black body armor with its shape sculpted to mimic imposing layers of muscle rested upon his athletic form. Upwards he sped and soon with predatory grace his feet came down solidly upon the roof top and dark eyes peered through the night sky.Green slits slide over his eyes as night vision allowed him to search through the dark of night with bat like precision. His gaze scanned the rooftops about him and he spied a slender form a few buildings over from himself. There being no discernable reason for anyone else to be upon Gotham s rooftops, he built up speed as he charged across the rooftop and then leap to the adjacent building.His feet came down solidly upon the rooftop, but he never really stopped moving. An ebon clad and foreboding image he dashed across the next rooftop, another cable being shot as he neared its edge and soon he appeared to fly across Gotham s sky as he ascended to the rooftop where he d spied that slender form. His tall and rather broad form would land upon the rooftop as he looked towards the corner of the building where he had spotted her.

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Dimensional Journey (Potter-Kun x Kara Lyonsbane)

The warmth of the tavern washed over the sorceress like a welcome balm, driving away the chill that had been clinging to her. There was a pleasant ambience to the establishment, light music being casually played and carried over the murmur of various friendly conversation. Kara stepped inside, shutting the heavy wooden door behind her, before making her way towards the bar. She weaved her way around the other patrons, leaning this way and that, shifting her pack, to avoid making anyone spill their drinks. Finding an empty stool, Kara grabbed it and settled down, waiting patiently for someone to serve her. When they arrived, the pretty spells longer smiled and said, "Greetings! Could I get a mug of ale and, well, whatever's warm to eat. Maybe some stew? Thank you!" The bartender was a large and kind looking man in his late twenties to early thirties by the looks of him. He had short brown hair and slightly tanned skin with hazel eyes and a wide smile. He had some muscle on his bones which showed through his rather plain cloth tunic and trousers. "Aye, I can certainly help a beautiful young lass like yourself!" His smile widened as he poured her out a flagon of ale and placed it before her before also spooning out a large bowl of what appeared to be piping hot potato stew for her."So, what brings a lovely young lass to yourself to Yahrnam?" He asked curiously over the music and ambient chatter as he cleaned out his glass. Yahrnam was an up and coming city, rising from rather quaint small town. This was because of the recently discovered blood healing run by the so called Healing Church. The blood infusion they gave cured any illness and granted many benefits and thus more and more people came to live and trade at the city, hoping to get some of the famous blood for themselves. Still, rumor had it that the Healing Church had a dark past and those who investigated often went missing... Kara breathed deeply of the area's inviting scent before picking up a spoon and digging in. It tasted delightful, warm and hearty, and the sorceress had to force herself to stop eating so she could answer the Barkeep's question. "Oh, I'm just passing through, really. It's an unusual city, but very nice." Kara had heard talk of the healing blood not long after getting into town. It sounded interesting, to be sure, but also a bit disturbing too.She ate another spoonful of stew before washing it down with a swig of ale, looking up at the barkeep curiously. "I don't suppose there's anything going on in the city? Anything unusual? I'm something of an adventurer and I wouldn't mind finding some work while I'm here." The barkeep nodded his head understandingly it wasn't odd at all for adventurers to pass through town given the city's central location and many roads leading through it. "Well, it's certainly an interesting town...but something in the pit of my stomach tells me it can't all last..." he seemed depressed but then looked back to Kara with a small smile."Aye, the Healing Church should have some work for. They have been seeking adventurers for some jobs. I hear they pay well and offer transfusions as well if you wish. I believe they have closed the bridge for the night however, so you'll have to go in the morning." the barkeep poured Kara some more ale with a larger grin. "Feel free to stay here for the evening! We have some open beds for a lovely young adventurer such as yourself!." He offered with a laugh as he patted her shoulder gently. An eyebrow rose at the barkeep's cryptic comment. However, he continued on and Kara decided not to pry. Whatever he spoke of was quite troubling to him, after all. The offer of a room for the night was appreciated, but there was an issue. "I'm afraid I've only got enough coin to pay for my meal," The sorceress said before glancing over at the man's hand on her shoulder. "Is there maybe... something we can work out?" She fluttered her lashes and grinned brightly at him. It was a cliche but it often worked, plus it was usually a very pleasant experience for her and whatever innkeeper she seduced. The barkeep seemed surprised by Kara's forwardness, a blush rising to his face before a grin crossed his mouth as he squeezed her shoulder. "Aye, I think something could be arranged for sure. " He poured himself a flagon of ale and then refilled Kara's ale and dropped some poured into her ale before pushing it back towards her offering her a large smile."I added a local spice to your ale that that should add some extra flavor as well as help...'enhance' the evening later. A lovely and charming lass such as yourself deserves the best I can offer." He chuckled before raising his flagon for a toast. "To a pleasurable evening for the both of us!" Kara beamed, glad he accepted the not so subtle offer and excited by the opportunity to share a bed with a handsome man. He was a bit older than her but she didn't mind. The sorceress actually rather enjoyed the company of older men. "Glad to hear it. I'm an eager worker. Though you'll find that out soon enough I'm sure."The spice he mentioned certainly sounded intriguing, so Kara raised her mug for the toast before drinking deeply of the ale. She was curious to know how the spice would enhance things but she didn't want to spoil the surprise either. "Mmm, it's an interesting flavor." "Well, I'm a tough but fair boss....so I think we'll work well together." He gave Kara a playful wink as he was not so subtle about which role he liked to take in the bedroom as he gave a toast and took a large gulp of his ale, letting out a hearty laugh as he enjoyed the flavors of the ale. He watched Kara take a large swig of her own ale and gave an impressed clap."You can handle your stuff for a young lass! Color me impressed. Drink the whole lot of the, the more of the spice you have, the more you'll enjoy this evening, trust me." He chuckled before taking another swig of his ale. "So, tell me a bit about yourself, I haven't even caught your name yet, beautiful!" The barkeeper realized with a chuckle if he hadn't there was a good chance the two of them might have gone and shacked up without ever getting each other's names. Kara gave a nod in response before tilting her head back and downing the rest of the ale in a few more gulps. She could already feel a warmth blooming within her, though whether it was from the drink, the spice, or her own growing desires was unclear. An embarrassed smile graced the young sorceress' lips and she answered, "Kara. My name's Kara. I guess I'm something of a magician and I'm just traveling through.""What's your name?" She asked in response. "Assuming you want to tell me. I don't mind if you aren't interested in telling." "Kara, huh? A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He gave a her a large smile with the compliment as he too finished his own ale. "Oh, a mage are you? That's impressive. Will I see any fun tricks this evening or would that risk burning my inn down?" He inquired with a chuckle as he was fairly uninformed about magic and the arcane as a whole. Not many mages ever passed through Yarhnam and once the Healing Church moved into town, they kept all the knowledge of their arcane spells to themselves."I'm Michael, been here in Yarhnam my whole life. It's been a good life so far." He nodded his head strongly as he looked at her empty flagon. "Want any more, or are you nearly ready to go up?" He asked inquisitively and with a gleam of lust and eagerness in his eyes. Her cheeks darkened with a blush and she nervously shrugged. "The latter. I'd rather not use my magic. I can't control it very well." Eager to change subjects, Kara hopped to her feet and motioned for the amorous Michael to come with. That warmth had grown into a flame that needed to burn itself out in the throes of lust. "I'm very much ready. Let's see if I can make your Yarhnam life even better, if only for a night." Michael nodded his head at her answer and stood up and grasped her hand as he led her upstairs. "Trust me, you already have. I've never seen a lass as exciting and beautiful as you stroll in before." His grin only widened as he led her down the hall to a large room at the end of the hallway. He pulled out his keyring and unlocked the door, motioning her to enter.It was a large bedroom with a fairly large bed, a couch and a few bookshelves with a small desk and chair for writing and reading. The door closed shut behind Michael and he locked it quickly before wrapping a strong arm around Kara's slim waist. He pulled her against his firm chest and felt her breasts molding against his chest as he pressed his lips up roughly and hungrily against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips and seeking to gain entrance to her mouth as one hand slithered down her back and gave her ass a powerful and firm spank before groping her rear. Kara held on tightly to his hand, barely keeping up with Michael as they headed for his room. Clearly the barkeep was just as eager and excited as she was. The compliments made her blush and wonder how many girls he had seen to think she was the most beautiful. Once the door was open, she discarded the errant thought and stepped inside.A gasp escaped from her before she was pulled into the lustful man's kiss. Her arms draped about his more muscular frame as she returned that kiss, moaning faintly against his lips as she relaxed into Michael's grasp. She accepted that lashing tongue into her mouth, suckling at the muscle as she held tightly to him. When that hand slapped and groped her rump, Kara jumped in surprise, then moaned again. Clearly, she didn't mind some attention to her behind. Michael moaned against Kara's lips as he felt his tongue being sucked. He could feel his cock starting to harden in his trousers and the rapidly growing and already large bulge began to rub against Kara's thighs and crotch, covered as they were by their clothes. He noticed Kara moaning when he struck her rear and he grinned as he gave her ass another spank and then a firm squeeze. His tongue began to clash with her own, swirling around her appendage within her mouth before he withdrew after a few moments, his breath ragged.He began to plant rapid and hot kisses up and down her neck, stopping to nibble and suck on a spot to mark her with a hickey, a mark her had claimed her for the evening. He pulled back and grinned, licking his lips as lust filled his eyes."Strip for me, Kara." he commanded her gruffly as he took a seat in the nearby chair to watch the show. He would just rip the clothes off her, but he wasn't sure if she had a spare set of clothes and he still wanted to at least be civil. Plus, a strip show was always fun to watch. Another twitch went through the sorceress as Michael's hand stuck her bottom again, a naughty little thrill running down her spine as he squeezed her ass. Her little pink muscle tried to wrestle against his but it was a futile effort, eventually giving in and letting him kiss as deeply as he desired. When the kiss ended, Kara drew in a deep breath, only to lose it in a hungry sigh as the horny barkeep started kissing up and down her neck. She tilted her head, giving him access, and shivering with a barely restrained desire as he lavished affection upon her.Kara gave a slight nod at the command, taking a few deep breaths before she started to disrobe. Shaky fingers unlaced her tunic, opening it up and letting it fall away from her to bare her modest breasts. The pink tips were already stiff as little pebbles from her excitement and the feeling of Michael's hungry eyes on her. She eased off her gloves and forearm guards before slipping her dainty feet from her traveling boots. Left in only her breeches, she turned away from Michael to peel them off, letting him have a good look at that rump. There was still a fading red mark from where he had struck her cheeks previously, though it was steadily disappearing as those trousers pooled around her ankles.Turning about, the sorceress showed him her glistening sex, crowned by a trimmed thatch of dark brown curls. "Do you like what you see?" Michael watched Kara strip down with a grin on his face as he licked his lips and rubbed his growing bulge through his trousers. Kara's body and figure seemed perfect in every way. Her breasts seemed to be firm and just the right size, her rosy and erect nipples a wonderful sight. Her rear was quite attractive too and he admired the fading sign of his handy work on her ass .By the time she turned around to show off her now completely nude form, Michael's cock was fully erect and the bulge in his trousers showed it. Kara could likely tell even from the distance she was away that it was definitely among the larger of human cocks she had seen before. At her question he nodded his head and gave her a small chuckle."Aye, I certainly do. You have a lovely and lithe body, Kara....very fuckable I'm willing to bet." he teased as he gave her a playful wink and patted his lap. "Now...why don't you come over here and give me some attention." His suggestion was open ended to allow Kara to do whatever she might please at the moment, so long as it involved pleasuring him. Lapdance, blowjob or even going straight to fucking, Michael would be fine with any and all of the options! "I haven't heard any complaints," Kara remarked with an amused grin while her gaze roamed across Michael's impressive form. Her eyes briefly widened at the sight of his bulge, shocked and impressed by his gifted manhood. At the pat on the lap, she approached him slowly, letting the anticipation build while also deciding what sort of attention she would show him. That playful grin turned to a sly smile a moment later as she made her decision."I aim to please, sir." Kara sank down to her knees before Michael, licking her lips as she thought about that prodigious cock still barely confined in his trousers. Her hands settled on his legs, running over his thighs before taking hold of the breeches to tug them down. The sorceress loved to give pleasure to her partners, and with the men she especially loved servicing them with her mouth.Not one to waste time, she took hold of his length, stroking the warm shaft briefly before leaning in for a taste. Her hungry lips engulfed the tip of Michael's cock and she began gently suckling at him. Her hands roamed over his manhood, rubbing up and down the turgid tool while Kara's head bobbed in the barkeep's lap. Slowly, but steadily, the eager young woman began taking more and more of him into her mouth. Michael eyed Kara eagerly as she slowly made her way over, the swaying of her hips so tempting and seductive in nature. When she dropped to her knees, Michael could guess what she was preparing to do and was now quite eagerly awaiting himself. He let out a sway of relief as his trousers were pulled off, his massive cock springing forth from it's confines quite happily. It was throbbing in want of attention and had a number of large veins protruding from it. It rose high above the forest that was his crotch hair.Michael let out a soft moan as Kara's warm and soft hands began to stroke at his massive length and her lips covered his bulbous tip as he started to leak his pre cum into her mouth and onto her tongue. Still, just his tip wasn't enough and soon he had a hand placed on her dainty head and he began to push down, trying to force more of his large cock into her tiny mouth. "Ahhhhh, how's my cock, Kara? You like it?" He questioned with a small chuckle between moans, he imagined answering at the moment might prove difficult for her. Kara couldn't reply in the moment, offering a muffled, happy, "Mmhmm." She worshipped his cock, licking and sucking at his veiny prick like it was a favorite treat. Her tongue rolled across the tip, lapping up his precum every time a sticky droplet was coaxed out. With Michael's urging, she took him deeper, relaxing her throat with the practiced ease of someone who has done this sort of thing before. All the while, the pretty sorceress looked up at him, eager to see his reaction as she focused her efforts completely on pleasuring him.One hand drifted from his thigh, dipping between the man's legs as she fondled his 'coinpurse'. With a gentle grip, Kara tenderly massaged his sack while she let his magnificent cock briefly escape from her mouth. "Mmm. You're delicious! I could do this all night." And then, after taking a breath, she was back to her task, settling in against the barkeep as she enthusiastically devoured his gifted manhood again. Michael moaned louder and closed his eyes as he felt Kara's tongue skillfully working his throbbing cock. He was surprised to find her to be so experienced, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He continued to grip her head but it was more just to steady himself at this point as Kara seemed more than willing to sheath his cock in her throat. Her hand was soon squeezing and playing with his balls as well and that merely increased the pleasure."Fuck, Kara....you're so good....I could do this all night too, but I think both of us will wanting to be doing more soon, don't you think?" He asked her with a small chuckled, moving one of his hands downward to grope and squeeze at her breast, feeling her mound mold against his digits as he moved his fingers to twist and tug on her rosy and hard nipple. Michael was right, of course. As happy as Kara would have been to just kneel there, supplicating herself before the barkeep and bathing his cock with her tongue, for the rest of the night, she also wanted to feel him inside of her. She moaned into his tasty length when he toyed with her nipple and she let his shining shaft escape her mouth. The sorceress took a few deep breaths as she got to her feet and moved to settle down atop Michael's lap."So anxious to get to the main event? I can't really blame you. I'm pretty eager for it myself." She reached beneath her to take hold of him, palm moving up and down every throbbing inch of his meaty member. With a light grip, she aimed him, lining up the tip of Michael's cock with her dripping sex. Her other hand settled upon his shoulder as she eased him in, lowering herself down onto his manhood. Kara nearly swooned as he began filling her in ways she had forgotten were possible.

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Bleach: Vaicar Diaries (Lunar Palaios and me ONLY!!!)

Alright, this RP is for our Bleach characters that we created. Here is the character sheet.NAME:AGE:GENDER:WEIGHT:HEIGHT:APPEARANCE:SHINIGAMI CLOTHING:GIGAI CLOTHING:MOD SOUL:RACE:DIVISION:SEAT NUMBER:ZANPAKUTUOU'S NAME:SEALED STATE APPEARANCE:SHIKAI APPEARANCE:SHIKAI ABILITIES:BANKAI NAME:BANKAI APPEARANCE:BANKAI ABILITIES:KNOWN KIDO:HOLLOW MASK APPEARANCE:RESURRECCION APPEARANCE:OTHER WEAPONS:STRENGTHS:WEAKNESSES:LIKES:DISLIKES:PERSONALITY:HISTORY: Bleach: Vaicar Diaries Alright here's mine.NAME: Zaraki RyuAGE: Physically 18, but really 180 years oldGENDER: MaleWEIGHT: 200 lbs.HEIGHT: 76 in APPEARANCE:Playing with fire, mask fragments hiddenSHINIGAMI CLOTHING: shuhaksho with the sleeves ripped off, captains jacket similar to Kenpachi's, but with the squad 9 symbol on its backGIGAI CLOTHING: plain black shirt, faded black jeansMOD SOUL: KaiRACE: Viazard and Arrancar DIVISION: 9SEAT NUMBER: CaptainZANPAKUTUOU'S NAME: Shinigami: Shiryu Arrancar: Sombra Lobos SEALED STATE APPEARANCE: Shiryu: no guard, sheath and hilt black Sombra Lobos: hilt is red, guard is rectangular with what looks like the fangs of a wolf on the long sidesSHIKAI APPEARANCE: Black flame version of HyorinmaruSHIKAI ABILITIES: ummm yeah, does the one above not give enough info on that??? oh, plus, can meld both dragon and Ryu with the shadows and transport like that.BANKAI NAME: Yoroi no Shiryu BANKAI APPEARANCE: DO I HAVE TO REPEAT MYSELF!?!?!?!?BANKAI ABILITIES: SAME AS ABOVE!!!KNOWN KIDO: none. sucks as much as anyone from Squad 11 when it comes to this.HOLLOW MASK APPEARANCE: wolf head with five black dots on the foreheadRESURRECCION APPEARANCE: not seen yet. will release in RPOTHER WEAPONS: N ASTRENGTHS: H2H Combat, assassination, Zanjutsu WEAKNESSES: CHOCOLATE!!!LIKES: chocolate, ramen, fighting, manga from the world of the livingDISLIKES: chocolate with anything mixed in with it, white chocolate, dark chocolate, and yaoiHISTORY: Son of Kenpachi and Unahana. After he was born, Kurotsuchi taichou injected him with an age acceleration drug, which only lasted until he physically appeared to be 15. He graduated the Shinigami Academy after only one year there. He was originally assigned the 4th Seat of Squad 2, due to his zanpakto's power. After he learned bankai, he was placed as Captain of Squad 9, which still hadn't had a new captain named for it until then. Shortly after being assigned Captain, his inner hollow started to act up. He went to the world of the living to seek out the Vaizard. He learned how to control his inner hollow and returned to the Soul Society to continue his position as a captain. After an incident where he transformed into a full hollow and nearly killed everyone around him, he regained control of himself, but part of his hollow mask remained as part of him, marking him as an Arrancar. He found out shortly afterwards that he could still form his hollow mask, but the one part forever would be a part of him. Realizing that he would be banished from his home, he pleaded with the head captain to stay, proving himself still loyal to the Soul Society. He is currently on a mission in Hueco Mundo, trying to locate the upsurge of Arrancar power the R D Department had recently found. Bleach: Vaicar Diaries NAME: Abarai Shihouin Koichi AGE: Physically 14, really 42 GENDER: Male WEIGHT: 127 lbs HEIGHT: 5'6", shrinks to 3' 9" when reishi expended APPEARANCE: hiding cat ears, tail hidden by body SHINIGAMI CLOTHING: Wears a normal shihakushou, but the sleeves are cut off about elbow length, always barefoot GIGAI CLOTHING: listening to Urahara's random shopkeeper bullshit MOD SOUL: Fang plushie form RACE: Vaizard Arrancar Hybrid, commonly called a Vaicar DIVISION: Jyuichibantai SEAT NUMBER: Yonseki ZANPAKUTUOU'S NAME: Kureha , Niji Iro SEALED STATE APPEARANCE: midnight blue version of Tensa Zangetsuwith a crescent moon blade on the end of the chain , normal katana with a tsuba with midnight blue coloration on the hilt side and blood red color on the blade side SHIKAI APPEARANCE: 4 Clawed gauntlets , a pair of split bladed kodachi SHIKAI ABILITIES: Kureha can copy the form and abilities of any Zanpakutou that it makes contact with, provided Koichi knowns the proper release phrase. The power of any ability used is at half of the power he copied it at. Niji Iro only enhances his overall speed while in Shikai equivalent. BANKAI NAME: Mugen Kageboshikiri Kureha Hime , Niji Iro Yubiwa Shukumei BANKAI APPEARANCE: KUreha Hime becomes a pair of large scythes with a cross blade at the end. Niji Iro Yubiwa Shukumei becomes a pair of shuriken identical to those of KH's Axel, including coloration BANKAI ABILITIES: Kureha has three attacks that can be fired before forcibly reverting back to a sealed state, leaving Koichi drained of reishi and shrunk to the height of a seven year old. These attacks take on the following forms. First attack, one large arc of energy that launches from a pure reishi scythe, similar in appearance to a quincy weapon. Second attack, scythes shift to a pair of short blades reminiscent of tonfa and he launches a series of slashes that send small arcs of energy towards his opponent, as if he was firing a flurry of Shikai Getsuga Tenshou. Third attack, weapons shift to a single, large broadsword that is surrounded by his reishi. This form fires a single wall of reishi at teh enemy. Due to the amount of reishi spent with this attack drains Koichi so thoroughly that he is rendered unconscious, his weapon is sealed, and he shirnks to a height of three feet nine inches, making him only a few inches taller than Neliel's child form. Niji Iro's second state is essentially his Ressureccion form, and as such will be described below. KNOWN KIDO: Shakkahou, Shunko, Raikoho HOLLOW MASK APPEARANCE: Right here RESURRECCION APPEARANCE: Form becomes almost identical to Grimmjow's, but with three key differences. First, his body has several midnight blue stirpes, making him look like a tiger. Second, his tail has a wide ring that hovers perfectly . Third, his fangs actually poke out of his mouth on one side. OTHER WEAPONS: His skull his rather hard, and only Orihime has damaged his head with her own. STRENGTHS: He possesses an unprecedented form of loyalty, but what is ironic is that his loyalty is three fold. His primary allegiance is with Seireitei. But he shows the same loyalty to Grimmjow and Neliel, which confuses his mother to no end. He can also transform into a midnight blue furred cat, similar to how his mother, Yoruichi, can change into a black cat. WEAKNESSES: Child like gullibility, when in Bankai form with Kureha he has tunnel vision, as a kid, he is easilyu amused, and as such is easily distracted during battle when his intent is not killing his target. LIKES: Nelel, candy, Neliel, Grimmjow, fighting, Neliel, the world of the living...did I mention Neliel? DISLIKES: Anoyone or anything that harms or threatens Neliel, getting lost in Las Noches, being bound by any bakudo, since he's unable to escape from any. PERSONALITY: childish at times, but strives to be like his father. This is often at odds with Renji, since the boy's overall attitude is identical to his mother. Including the apparent lack of embarrassment or shyness when naked before others HISTORY: Born to Yoruichi and Renji , Koichi was born with a cat's ears and tail. He was brought to the human world as an infant so Yoruichi could brag about him to the still single Urahara, but along the way he was unexpectedly forced into hollowfication by persons and methods unknown. Due to his youth, however, he easily overcame the inner hollow that had now formed, and over the years both Koichi and his inner, Hokou, had come to think of one another as brothers. When Koichi graduated from Shinigami Academy in record time, progressing faster than even HItsugaya Toushiro, who was currently captain of Tenth Division, he was given a seat within the Onmitsukido within Division two. However, due to his urge to spar with every other member he saw, Soifon requested he be reassigned to Zaraki's Division. Having heard of the 'Shunko Prince' , Yachiru begged Kenpachi to let the 'Kitty' be on the team. He was transferred, and Koichi spent his time training and quickly rose to Yonseki within a single month. Although both Ikkaku and Yumichka are stronger than him, he is Yonseki due to Yumichka thinking the number four was 'ugly and five looks like three'. He decided to visit Hueco Mundo to see Grimmjow, who was miraculously alive after the wound from Nnoitora years ago, and he ended up getting ambushed the instant he set paw inside the white desert. After slaying the attacker, Koichi summoned his hollow mask to heal the wound, but the hollow regeneration went out of control for reasons that Hokou couldn't understand, and Koichi became a hollow for a minute. Literally 60 seconds. He managed to forcibly pull the mask off, but the left jaw portion stayed on his face, and a hole opened in the base of his neck. He didn't know about the hole until he returned to Seireitei and had it pointed out by Yachiru, using the phrase "Kitty's got a hole in his neck, Kenny!" At first, he feared he would be executed for having become a hollow, and Zaraki suggested he flee to the world of the living and seek out the 'masked freaks' that trained Ichigo. Koichi took the words to heart, and while he trained under the watchful eye of Kensei and Hiyori, he gained not only longer manifestation time, but also a second Zanpakutou, one that held his Hollow powers. He went to Ichigo's house afterwards and begged the strawberry to plead his case with 'Grampa Yama'. It took a week, but Koichi was allowed to retain his position within the Gotei 13, under the condition that he never use his Hollow Zanpakutou within the walls of the Seireitei. He has since returned to Hueco Mundo to play with Grimmjow and Neliel, the only two known arrancar survivors of the war, showing them his new powers. He has also fallen in love with Neliel, and has courted her. He is thinking of marrying her, and has gone to speak with Grimmjow about this matter. BONUS INFO: While he trained with the Vaizards, he thought of Kensei as a second father and Hiyori as a sister that he never had, and refers to them by the titles 'Ni Tou San' and 'Ne Chama'. He also refers to Yachiru as 'Bubble Head' due to her bubbly personality. Bleach: Vaicar Diaries ooc: ok Commy will also be part of this RP. don't ask any questions, i'm just allowing her to join it. Bleach: Vaicar Diaries OOC: Cool. I think you'll like Tentou Chan, as I assume that's who she planning to use Bleach: Vaicar Diaries I figured I'd try to re work the char sheet to be for an Arrancar. Specifically for Fluffy Chan or any Arrancar that we choose to make. Like Shana. CF should know who I mean, if shed reads my posts completely... Here goes: NAME: AGE: GENDER: WEIGHT: HEIGHT: APPEARANCE: RACE: RANK: HOLLOW MASK APPEARANCE: ZANPAKUTUOU'S NAME: SEALED STATE APPEARANCE: RESURRECCION WEAPON APPEARANCE: RESURRECCION APPEARANCE: OTHER WEAPONS: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: LIKES: DISLIKES: PERSONALITY: HISTORY: I think that should be enough, right? UU Yeah, thats good enough. Plus I changed it, so Commy is out and Palaios is in, since Commy didn't put up a character yet, and it's been too long for my tastes, so yeah...

['Zanpakutuou', 'Zaraki', 'Kenpachi']

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Conjunction of the Realms ( Sausage-Sama & ThomasRHellsing)

No one quite understood what had happened the best minds in the realm world were baffled. In fact the brightest in the new realms were baffled, all that could be concluded was realms had somehow merged together. Perhaps merged was too light a term, more like collided massive storms and cataclysmic other weather events were the results, that and inhabitants off all the realms that had collided were at war both for land and resources.Somewhere in the realm of Shinobi two companions were striding through the remnants of the great forests of Konohagakure. The forest was massive, although it was clear there had been fighting here, the conjunction hadn t only merged the realms together it had opened up the fabric of reality letting monsters of all kinds spill in from the multiverse straight into the newly created world. The trees were burnt and ravaged, although as they walked they spotted some undamaged patches, for the most part bark had been clawed and split, Orcs probably the larger companion muttered as there was also some metal weapons laying around and a recent trail. "This one is smouldering we must be getting close" the larger one named Prem said as he could hear faint fighting about a kilometer ahead. "lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" The companion named Prem was a beast quite literally, some sort of horse lord distantly related to centaur but much more feral and beastly. The horse lord claimed he was the last of his kind, the rest wiped out in a brutal war that ravaged his realm until he fell through the cracks and ended up here meeting his companion. 7 foot tall and covered in muscles he was a fearsome sight that would strike terror into any man, but when he pulled out his black war hammer even monsters went weak at the knees. Well what s the plan? he asked turning to the smaller companion as they watched some women fight, two of them already collapsing from their wounds as the Orcs attacked the blonde one who seemed to be on her last legs.My Character See more Thomas leapt from tree to tree, while his ally and friend ran along the ground, the energy manipulator thought for a minute, "I've heard the target can split boulders with her punches, and neither of her students are weaker. But Orcs on top of what the intelligence suggests? Apparently the Ninjas from the water village are Master of assassination. Follow my lead and be ready."Tsunade Senjuwondered if this was how her uncle felt years ago, when he'd ordered his students to leave him behind and made his final stand against a Mist assassination squad. The thought made fire burn in her gut, or maybe that was hunger, or chakra exhaustion. It was impossible to tell for sure. The last Senju however, as much as she hated to admit it wasn't her uncle. She didn't want to die, not yet. Unfortunately her foot slipped and she was forced to kick off the branch hard with her right leg, shattering the wood she realized she might not have a choice. The battle hadn't been going badly, but 50 teams of Mist Anbu had snuck around the battle somehow. They'd attacked the medical pavilion. The medics, Tsunade, and her two students had managed to buy them time to escape. Unfortunately that had lead to a running battle. It didn't help that the entire valley was covered in fog naturally, and the Mist Bastards kept it super thick.Only her decades of experience allowed the Kunoichi to turn and do a backwards low bend that would make a stripper envious. Throwing her left foot straight out she threw a right at the foolish anbu who'd gotten too close to her killer strength. Her fist passed right through the enemy as she swore, a clone, the burning she felt made her want to curse at herself. A clone attack to present an opening, she was in the perfectly wrong position to block the blade her surgeon's eye could already tell was going to pass through her heart. Even without that the acid clone she'd smashed was burning her skin something fierce.Suddenly three crimson spears seemed to spring from the Mist bastard's eyes and mouth. They resembled Javelins but of pure solid energy. The now presumably very dead mist ninja's momentum carried him forward. A man suddenly appeared, kicking the corpse aside. He wore astrange outfit, black steel toed combat boots, black pants and a black shirt, but with a red symbol on the shirt, as well as a sash and gloves that were blood red. A golden amulet acted as a belt buckle, and a strange blade hung at his side.What happened next, and the exact order it occurred in was a bit hard to peace together, but the man pulsed his chakra in a specific was. A way all Senior Jounin were taught to identify. In essence a way to know for sure the person with you more less likely to stab you in the back. The man thrust his palm forward saying, "Get to the trees! Got a plan!"The blond jounin ducked as a green orb shot from his hand, nailing a poor Mist bastard who'd though she was open in the face in the face. From the screams of the mist ninja the green energy wasn't meant to just cause pain like the acid clone did. The blond couldn't keep the almost feral smile off of her face. She sent half a dozen chakra pulses to her girls, and downed her last chakra pill, pushing forward past the mercenary. In their exhausted state it was just enough to bump from Gennin speed to Chunnin, but it still allowed them to move faster. As they passed through a clearing, the man back flipped down, landing on his legs, he spread his arms, waiting, waiting, the exhausted and angry Mist Squad pushed forward. Determined to catch their target. Only suddenly they weren't moving right. Their limbs were slower, heavier, one realized what was going on, but a black hand of shadow had him tightly. The mercenary's grin was feral as a circle and symbol of blood red energy became visible where he'd spread his arms out. He smirked as he said, "Gotcha bastards. Shadow Animation spell success."The healer Sannin smiled, "That's great, but how long can you hold them?"The blond haired, and blue eyed merc shrugged, "An hour if I got lucky, but their's still the risk of more of the war band showing up. No, better to deal with these bastards quickly. Luckily I have someone who'se very capable."Thomas slid a special whistle into his mouth and blew it, then spit it away. The whistle would act as a summoning beacon and summon Prem. The horse Lord wasn't exactly a master of stealth, and jumping from tree to tree would have just worn down the man. Better to let him rest and cover the signs of combat as best he could, then summon him when he had the target all arranged. As the glow of the summoning spell faded he said, "Ok Horse Lord, t time to earn your cut. Or should it be their cut?" Prem suppressed a chuckle and was even slightly annoyed at his friends tone, the target can split boulders with her punches? You know I can probably do that I ve just never tried, the only thing that is impressive is it s a woman doing it the Horse lord said under his breath a clear show of his misogyny.Waiting in the nearby brush he watched as the blonde and her two what looked like apprentices fought the mist ninjas, they were slowing making mistakes. Even the best swordsman could lose to a mere child if he was tired enough, having the perfect technique mattered little if you were too tired to put into practice he thought watching as his friend jumped from tree to tree. Master assassins they are just running at them, I m not sure who should be more embarrassed the assassins or these fools he said as he lowered his voice mostly talking to himself as Thomas had leapt out of hearing range by now he thought.And the mistake was made, truthfully the horse had no idea what magic these ninjas used, but the man burst into nothing spilling hot burning liquid on the woman burning Tsunade as the acid clone burst. The ninja about to deal a death blow, the only question was now would Thomas react in time? The horse lord found his answer as spears of enemy impaled the ninja, killing him as the body fell. The sight of Thomas killing the ninja made Prems blood boil, he wanted to fight but it wasn t his time not yet no.Patience, patience Prem whispered to himself as he felt his muscles ache the entirety of the mist squad began to move past the brush he was hiding in. What kind of ninjas were these? They didn t notice a 7 foot tall monster hiding in a large bush, they deserved what happened next. Forgot my fucking Axe Prem shouted as he burst from the brush, running towards the nearest target not stopping, his arm stretching out as he knocked the man to the floor, the force of the blow combined with the binding spell snapping the man s neck only skin holding it still to his head.The next minute or so was mostly the Horse lord running from target to target pummeling their faces in with his bare fist. All the chakra in the world didn t help when his fist smashed straight into the skulls of the men shattering them open, and splaying their brains and blood all over the floor some of their bodies still held up by the spell despite their death. Didn t even have to use my Hammer although I think Orcs are still coming, I can smell them from here he said as he pulled out a large black Warhammer and swung it at a nearby man the last one left alive in the area as it crushed and caved his face in killing him. Thank you we are in your debt Sakura a pink haired 30 something year old ninja who was covered in cuts from head to toe, her pink hair barely shining through covered in mud and her own blood from where a ninja must have managed to strike her head barely. Don t thank them yet, we aren t out of this mess yet. Did you have a plan to get us to a safe place? Tsunade said grateful at their help, but the large one did do a lot of shouting for killing immobilized opponents, he probably drew any nearby search parties straight towards them. Thomas nodded as he said, "I had a few ideas, depends on how you want to do this. We could do it loud and flashy and send a message, or smaller, quieter, and let the enemy think it was a murder suicide. Your side would know the truth when you returned, and imagine the enemies surprise when who they were sure were corpses turn up. I've heard the might of the Sannin and Neo Sannin, it's said a single one can alter the flow of a battle. Two, who were thought to be dead, showing up at the right time? That sounds like a war changer to me. However, at the end of the day I'm only a mercenary and Miss Senju is the ranking officer so what she says goes."As he heard his friend finish up pulping the enemies he allowed his binding shadows spell to drop. Letting out a deep breath. The spell itself was low level, but the sheer range of it all at one time had been a pain. It didn't help that the enemy wasn't weak when it came to holding them in place. Looking at Prim he said, bowed his head lightly to the pink haired student, "Could you aid my friend in field stripping the corpses? He's good at looting but sometimes he forgets documents are as important as gold, weapons, and poisons."Thomas meanwhile moved to the fellow blond, although her hair was lighter and spoke a word, she hissed but the angry red of a first or second degree burn bled off of her skin. Giving her a secondary boost in stamina. He moved over to Sakura and did the same. He then snapped his fingers and both looked like they'd just left the village for a fight. Prestidigitation was a useful spell. He spoke simply, "To make you harder to track. Sweat and blood are a trackers best friend after all."Tsunade looked at him, "Ok, I've decided, go for flashy with semi identifiable corpses. Nothing concrete, but enough to."Suddenly six arrows seemed to hit the woman, two through the spine the others her lungs, the blond's eyes widening in shock. Only for her to drop to her knees as a massive orc came charging from somewhere a massive two handed claymore esk sword coming down and cutting the Senju Princess's head clean off. Only to draw a scream from Sakura, until suddenly Tsunade herself appeared where the orc had been fist extended as the orc slammed into a three it's torso pulping and sending dark purple orc blood along the hundred year old wood. The heavy steel plates bending and snapping like wood. Sakura panted out, "Replacement and Genjutsu, damnit Sensei."Four more massive orcs moved out from the trees, one carrying an axe was an aura of anger and thirst, another a hammer that the head was almost as big as his head. The other a spear with serrated edges. Finally the "Smallest" one carried two wicked curved daggers each two feet long. However, Thomas was far from worried about the visible threats. Orcs were known for hunting as well as war bands, only the fact he was paranoid saved his friend as the four arrows loosened at Prem reflected off of a magical barrier. Thomas's eyes began to glow neon blue with arcane energy as he said, "Prem, The Blessing of Artemis is upon you!"It was an old spell, that would allow the horse lord decent obfuscation from long range attacks, and increase his perception to potentially allow him to grab arrows out of the air. However, that was all the attention the wizard could spare his friend as a minuscule orb of absolute darkness landed in the middle of the clearing it began to grow in size billowing out darkness, until Thomas called out, "DISPEL MAGIC!"The small orb which would have become a crippeling orb of absolute darkness, unless of course one had dark vision like the Orcs, simply ceased to be. Raising his other hand Thomas attempted to crush the now visible Orc Shaman's head his will and magical power versus the shaman's own. However, suddenly it was too easy to crush the head and he swore. The shaman had replaced himself with one of the archers with a shift spell. Thomas focused his magic saying, "Be wary of that axe, I think it has necromancy spells on it to induce excess bleeding, if it draws blood. I can't be sure exactly without a closer look."Thomas was forced to use his own blink spell, luckily without sacrificing an ally as a putrid yellow orb formed where he'd been. A flesh rotting curse. He returned fire with a bones to glass transfiguration curse. The Shaman was old, powerful, and tricky, Thomas had more power, but he also knew less skill. Luckily he knew ninja versus archers and infantry never ended well for the archers or infantry. He just needed to keep the Shaman from crippeling his side long enough and sooner or later an ally would get free to aid him. Not that he'd avoid putting down the Shaman if he got a shot. Orc Shamans were just very good at hiding and sneaking around. I vote loud and flashy by the way Prem said as he listened to Thomas give his suggestions, unlike his ally he had little to no clue who the Sannin were. Most of the jobs they took he left it to Thomas to do the background work, researching the area the clients, the foes. The only research Prem ever did was where were the closest taverns and brothels, and if any good blacksmiths could forge him some new weapons.As he said that Prem had indeed missed a few ninja s possessions, as he didn t think mission instructions were particularly valuable. Gold however was, and only two ninjas seemed to be carrying any, We haven t ever found a document worth more than a good bag of gold he said as he pocketed the two bags and dumped them into his loot sack he carried around, as well as two small steel swords and a dagger with a sapphire embedded into the pommel.The horse lord was actually a bit surprised and caught off guard as the attack happened luckily he had been crouched real low busy rummaging around a dead ninja checking if they had any quote on quote secret stashes of gold hidden on their person. Ah nothing like the blessing of Artemis, even if Prem did everything he could to dishonour the goddess of the Hunt he still liked the perks. Grabbing an arrow in mid air as he stood up, and leapt for the Orc with the two daggers, ramming the object straight through its eye as far as he could till it broke. The Orc screaming and writhing around on the floor, he would prove no threat anytime soon, no doubt the arrow had poison on if it was Orcs.Looking around to assess the situation as time seemed to stop, the insanely strong blonde woman was busy fighting and winning against the Orc with the large axe. While the other two seemed fine winning their own battles, that just left Thomas and the old Orc Shaman. No doubt that weird black orb was his doing, as he had never seen his ally use a spell like that.The Ninjas probably didn t see the Orc Shaman, hell most likely Thomas didn t know where the man was hiding. But Prem knew if there was one thing he enjoyed it was getting the back liners, the archers the wizards and showing them for all the magic and ranged stuff in the world half a ton of black steel would crush anyone's ribs. So he looked around studied the battlefield, and spotted a bush at the back that was vibrating with a familiar glow. Grabbing his war hammer he threw it with all his might, as a crunch of metal on bone and flesh meant he hit his mark killing the shaman dead. Thomas smirked as his friend killed the wizard. Casting an "Aero" shielding spell he landed, putting his left hand on his right wrist, a symbol for lightning appeared before with a loud sharp "Crack" a bolt of lightning shot from the rune. Hitting the nearest archer, then arcing to hit the second, and third. The orc's screams filled the air as Thomas proved the old adage, "What happens to something hit by lightning? The same as everything else."Lightning spells were some of the more draining, and As the spell ended Thomas dropped to his knees. Panting, only the sharp crack of bone had his turning his head. The Senju Princess had just snapped the axe wielder's neck. Her students were finsihing their own foes, the blond bringing her blade into her enemies eye socket, while pinky shattered skulls, she was using a slightly odd martial arts style. He made a note to see about getting Prem some training while they were in the village, he'd heard about useful techniques for the horse lord, even if he was an energy manipulation master. That was Thomas's true skill not magic, so much as mana was an energy that was easy to manipulate. Like the locals chakra, although he only knew the basics since until he was trusted he had a shadow tailing him everywhere he could go, and the ninjutsu library was of course heavily guarded.The mission leader looked at the mercenary, "You got a plan to leave, you'd better use it. If their are any other hunter squads out they'll have heard that racket."Thomas nodded and closed his eyes, focusing he began to cast, soon the headless enemies were copies of the last Senju and her students. Meanwhile the enemies have more grizzly damage done arms torn off, punched in half. Soon the clearing was covered in blood and vicera. Thomas had also pulled out a bag of holding summoning loot into it. He and Prem would doll out the loot later. Focusing he had everyone get close, and then used a druid spell to open a path between their location and a tress less then fifty yards from Konoha.Soon they were at the gates, then being waved through the man was thrilled to see Tsunade. Thomas and Prem were asked to step outside as they gave a mission debrief. Thomas popped his knuckles as he said, "You ok Horse Man?" The horse lord sighed loudly as he heard Thomas say those words, of all the spells the lightning ones looked the most impressive but his friend always seemed to spoil them with cheesy lines. He could feel his purple mane stand up on end, as the spell was cast lightning frying all the remaining Orcs. Fucking thing is stuck he grunted as he pulled his war hammer out of the dead Orc Shamans corpse, blasted thing had gotten stuck between the ribs and some muscle. Yeah I have a plan how about we walk Thomas and find some more bands to fight? he said as he returned into the clearing where the blonde and her companions were standing with Thomas. He was however disappointed, when the trees parted to reveal a straight path to Konoha.After arriving and Tsunade went in to debrief he was left alone with his companion, eh this place looks kind of dumpy, I don t see a royal palace or anything you sure the blonde one is a princess? he said doubting that, what kind of princess wore a metal breast plate and went around killing men. Whatever the case I hope we get paid, I don t think the journey will be warranted if this is it he said holding his large brown sack of looted items. Well maybe if I can impregnate the bitch before we leave he said chuckling to himself, the horse lord enjoyed spawning bastard children wherever he went, a favourite past time of his although most were to whores and tavern wenches, he imagined they were killed once they birthed the monstrosities. Thomas rolled his eyes, "First of all don't talk like that in a place where everyone has enhanced senses. Second of all, in this world jobs are assigned based on a ranking system. Before we were running "Low risk D ranks", remember painting fences and shit that was super boring and barely paid. Well, I kept saying, "Trust me, it will pay off." because we'd built up so much credit we were assigned to rescue Tsunade, meaning we're now trusted members of the village. That means we'll get higher paying jobs, and ones more related to the war. Be glad life isn't like a video game, otherwise we'd have had to play though the boring low level stuff."Sure enough soon they were invited into the Hokage's office, where they were both given outfits to show they were high ranking applies of konoha. Prem for a Hunnin flack jacket, and arm guards that doubled his strength. Thomas got a Jounin's uniform, and a "Seal Master's Coat" which enhanced energy manipulation. They also got custom headbands with "Will of Fire" in kanji on them. Also they were given 1000 Gold Pieces for completing the mission, with 3000 for bringing everyone back alive. 4000 gold pieces for a few hours work wasn't bad.Thomas looked at his friend, "Shall we head to that barbecue place we like? Or the Sushi place. After a more thurough debrief apparently Sakura, and Ino, and Tsunade will be giving us our physicals to make sure we're ready for higher level missions. But they need to de stress a bit. They'll find us in a few hours. I think I'll hit up the library they have some interesting strength based styles I can get you a copy of. Interested?" Thomas rolled his eyes, "First of all don't talk like that in a place where everyone has enhanced senses. Second of all, in this world jobs are assigned based on a ranking system. Before we were running "Low risk D ranks", remember painting fences and shit that was super boring and barely paid. Well, I kept saying, "Trust me, it will pay off." because we'd built up so much credit we were assigned to rescue Tsunade, meaning we're now trusted members of the village. That means we'll get higher paying jobs, and ones more related to the war. Be glad life isn't like a video game, otherwise we'd have had to play though the boring low level stuff." Why I bet I could take most of them, at least cripple them before I went down he growled looking around at the people some of who stared at the strange creature, although now the realms had began to collide it wasn t too uncommon to see strange creatures outside the village walls. Hmm these arm guards are nice I do feel stronger, not wearing that jacket though one it won t fit properly and two it makes you look like everyone else he said throwing the jacket on the floor as they left the office. Sounds stupid painting fences to killing people good scaling, don t know why they trust us I would you know for a bit of gold as he imitated stabbing a dagger into his back, the prospect of just being paid more by someone else. This headband looks so stupid, I saw some people wearing it on their arms and waist, maybe I can wrap it around my cock he said jokingly as they left the building. BBQ you know its BBQ, I guess a book would be good much prefer you come back with a weapon that isn t a piece of shit like this hammer he said as they made their way to the restaurant. Arriving he took a seat outside, ordering a whole roasted pig for himself. Thomas rolled his eyes, "The jacket is made to fit you. You should wear it, while I get it's a bit dumb, honestly as we get more skilled you'll want something to protect your organs Horse Lord. Ninja's aren't about force, if a single needle pierces your skin it's poison could infect you giving you a long slow death. So far you've been using your strength to get by, but from now on no guarantees that will work. Luckily I met a Jounin named Maito Guy, he focuses on the purely physical arts, and is as strong as Tsunade without her chakra trick."He looked at the horse lord, "I wrote down his address, meet up with him at 5, and work on your skills. Otherwise you're going to become a liability. We have to improve if we want to get more famous and get more pussy." He ripped a chunk of flesh from the side of the pig and quickly devoured it, all that muscle all that strength needed a farm yard animal a day to feed and sustain it. "I'd rather be dead that in the jacket Thomas" he said, although he did listen to the suggestion about this Guy person. "I could learn a few moves though, perhaps I can get a blacksmith to carve me some armor real armor though not a stupid jacket thing" he said taking the address and slipping it into his satchel."Speaking of pussy I'm going to try bed that Senju woman, what do you think? I think its win win, I get to fuck her and I'm sure since i've done that she will give us more gold for missions or something" he said trying to find some hidden benefit other than fucking . Thomas rolled his eyes, "I don't disagree with you, but the reason why Ninja wear that lighter armor is because it's light and flexible. You're already slow as fuck. Besides this area wouldn't know the armor you need if it kicked them in the dick. Wear that for now, next time we happen up North, or into an Azaroth territory we can look into getting you some real armor. When we were last in the territory we were too broke. A good suit of armor is 100,000 gold, and that's bottom quality. Medium will cost us 200,00" Okay okay if you insist I will wear the damn jacket he said sighing as he drank down some strange alcohol from a clay bottle. Yeah that sounds more like it, I would have stolen some by now, but most blacksmiths don t make armour my size for the everyday man, so it has to be a custom set he lamented about being so big, that most items had to be custom made, and custom meant big coinage no matter the realm.The next week or so Prem spent his mornings and afternoons training with Might Guy, it turned out the green beast of Konoha was stronger than even he was. When asked for his secret, the horse lord was disappointed to find out it was hard work and training, with some added hard work thrown in for good measure. Still he was here he might as well learn, going through the katas for strong fist style.Sunday evening approached and he made his way to the hospital, for he had a medical check up with a Dr Senju. Apparently it was standard protocol before they could be given higher level missions, sighing he eventually found the room ducking to find the blonde busty lady already waiting for him. Fuck she looked hot in casual clothes, rather than that stupid ninja armour he thought as he closed the door behind him. Thomas had followed the Horse Lord, heading to his own physical, trying to control his hardening cock. He'd been on his best behaviour in the village but as he stripped down for the blond apprentice. 10 inches long, and 2 thick, he was circumsized as he looked at the blond. Various scars on his torso as he said, "See anything you like?"Tsunade nodded over her glasses as she said "Strip naked and lie on the table for me, this should be fairly quick." Ino Yamanaka age 33 mother of one 9 year old and married to Sai to a captain in ANBU was forced to do medical checkups for the entire week. She had trained under Tsunade as a young teenager, but not apprenticed under her no that was Sakuras gift from the Gods. With the village in a new state of chaos after the merging of the realms, the medical division had taken a big hit. Running low on staff even the most senior of physicians were forced to do menial tasks, she had seen lady Tsunades name on the medical check up rota as well later on today. Okay Thomas please strip and take a seat on the bed Ino said as she picked up a clipboard and scribbled his name into and rank into some of the empty boxes on the piece of paper. She had just finished filling in the details when she placed the clipboard on the desk behind her, and looked up at the naked Thomas. Eyes wide as she just stared at the limp 10 inch cock, it took a good and very visible 5 seconds for her to compose herself. I just, well , I only really heard things like that existed in lightning country she said gesturing to his cock, mentioning that the black men living in lightning country were often rumored to have larger than normal penises. Standing up she paced from left to right a clear blush on her face, as she pretended to be examining his body going behind him her pale hands running down his back, but really she was staring at his large limp member."So can you use chakra? I saw you use them strange red spikes when you rescued us earlier on the week was that chakra based?" Ino wondered although if chakra didn't work he could always club his enemies to death with that dick she thought. Thomas smiled a bit, "No, not a bit. Well, ok, that's not true."Shivering a bit at her hands he said, "You know how those born on impacted worlds tend to be a bit different? My home world has what are known as "Mutants" similar to your blood lines users, but they aren't exactly the same in a family. For example, one family I know of, the father can send out beams of force from his eyes, the uncle can send out beams of force from his hands, and the son can absorb energy and double it's damage. His mother also had an ability which he mostly took after."The blue eyed man spoke, "My specific ability is energy manipulation. Before the worlds started ramming into eachother, that was normal energy, lightning, heat, sound, kinetic, you know. But, since the worlds have gotten more complicated so have my abilities. I can use chakra, both what's been titled sage, and normal, and arguably even demonic if I was near a demon to absorb it from. Sage chakra is easiest for me because I just need to be around it. Being close to a person would allow me to absorb some of their chakra without detriment. I could also potentially drain their chakra dry. However, my abilities aren't limited to chakra. In some worlds their is mystical energy, magic, which I can manipulate with far more skill then my age implies I should be able to. I'm also typically one of the most powerful magic users when using it."He smiled at her, "Since I was made a friend of the village, I've been studying, and working on developing my theories. Just having the power is useless since control, and how it works is important. Ironically enough I think I also have blood line potential because of my exact control. I've mastered Water, Wind, Earth, Lightning, Fire, and some Yin jutsu. I'm not much of a healer though not into blood and too impatient to learn the fine details. Need a field of enemies burned no problem, a broken bone set? Yeah not my thing. Plus while my ability makes doing things really simple and easy, it's biggest draw back is multiple types of energy tend to clash."Thomas raised a hand and said, "With my left hand, I'm casting a spell call Prestidigitation, it allows me to instantly clean, or dirty one square cube, cast a hand sized illusion, or a sound or smell within a certain range. With my right hand, a genjutsu rose, a basic level technique."As he did so, she'd see both seemed a bit wonky the rose on his left hand fading from dull to bright and vice versa. He closed his hands before saying, "Of course, "I've got above Jounin level chakra, and chakra control with just over a week's worth of training.I half figured your village would be throwing women at me to try and introduce my blood line to the village. Then again it's possible they haven't noticed."Thomas's body was lean, not quite as muscular as Guy or a Taijutsu Master, but his form could easily compete with Kakashi or Sasuke. Along his arms were various symbols that if she touched with her chakra she'd feel them humming almost as if they were veins. Not with chakra but with something close, no doubt another type of energy as he'd mentioned. On his back was a very elaborate Pheonix and Dragon tattoo, it almost hurt to sense chakra near it, no doubt these were also related to a spell. However, being married to Sai and knowing how his jutsu worked it was entirely possible she'd realized it was an advanced version of her husband's technique a sort of mix of summoning, with chakra to make up the physical forms. The blood and being part of the body would allow the forms boss level summons power and ability. Ino tilted her head at his words, impacted worlds? More like invading monsters she thought having her own prejudices against even the innocents that had landed in the once lush plains and forests of the land of fire. Yeah I know them, all too well she responded listening to his tale. Mutants she thought that was certainly one way to describe bloodline users, although the bloodlines he spoke of seemed strange for them not to pass on. That seems strange for parents and children not to have similar gifts it sounded like an unstable bloodline, there is a few here she said as some clans had children who never inherited their clans bloodlines, or sometimes had a failed bloodline that was more of a hindrance than a help.The blonde listened to his words, even as a medic her job as a ninja took priority and if he had any hidden abilities that could pose a threat it was her duty to inform her Kage. You lost me at safe and mystical, the only person who uses stuff that isn t normal chakra abilities is Naruto and Sasuke but good look finding them in the village with the current state of things she said sighingShe perked up a bit as the conversation turned back towards chakra and stuff she actually knew, walking back around and taking a seat on a stool opposite the bed looking him over as she wrote some details down on a piece of paper before applying several pads to his chest to measure his heart rate and other bodily functions. Oh really you are quite presumptuous, well I m sure there would be other villages that would pay just to milk your sperm or offer you a harem to start a clan, but you don t strike me as the settle down and start a family type she said as she turned the machine next to the bed on, as it began to beep. We don t try and practice such barbaric things anymore our village is plenty strong through teamwork and the will of fire she said repeating the patriotic mantra. Although she said glancing and holding her gaze at his cock and balls, I don t think you need a marriage contract to get laid drop your pants a few times in the red light district plenty of whores will be paying you she said with a smirk as the machine printed out some paper with the readings one as she grabbed it. My god this is incredible! she said gasping in shock, it says here if I was 10 years young and not married I would have jumped your bones 10 minutes ago she said jokingly. Thomas shrugged a bit, "Different races evolved "Bloodlines" in different ways. In my home world it was through the experimentation of other races aliens, or summons for lack of a better word. Here it was chakra and presumably the chakra fruits. It turned good eye sight into super eye sight by adding a bit of chakra to a certain part of the brain. It's a trade off, your abilities tend to be weaker, while ours tend to be a bit more random. Those eye force beams I mentioned, it would require multiple earth jutsu barriers to stop him at even a medium strength beam. He could also vaporize buildings. Compared to that even the Sharringan is sort of weak."The wizard shrugged, "A weapon is a weapon and your people are at war. The other countries will be going for bloodlines and new abilities, or ending up crushed. I heard Lighting is pretty much burned to the ground, they have the bad luck to drop onto an Orc and Drow colony."Orcs were nasty in large groups because of the abuse they could take, and alot of Ninja techniques only caused supurflous damage to them. Drow were masters of necromancy and an untrained army with massively rising casualties was literally a gift from their dark goddess. Add in both creatures had either perfect or atleast decent dark vision and the fact lightning had appeared under ground is had been a massacre. Rain was fighting another civil war, but because of the twisted time lines the peaceful villages and the ones at war were grinding eachother to pulps. He knew Konoha was the most stable, which was why he'd approached it. The mage nodded his head as he said, "Konoha does seem to have the most skilled fighters. Alot of fires spring up, but between Toad Dude, Snake Dude, the blond twins, and the red head on defense I wouldn't want to fight it. I fought with Snake guy during one of the fights, he might be a bit creepy, but damn if he doesn't know how to use his sword and techniques."Thomas smirked a bit as he said, "Well I do have an impressive cock, but it isn't just the size of a cock that matters, it's how you use it." He pulled Ino close, his hand dancing along her sides small pulses of chakra giving her a deep tissue message. Even as he ground his cock against her rather large ass. Well that is quite a theory you have there, although the only people who could discuss things like that with you would be Orochimaru and Kabuto and you should avoid those guys like the plague she said a shiver running up her spine as remembered the snake like orphanage head. Better than the Sharingan , better not let Sasuke or his daughter hear you say that Ino said laughing at something as preposterous as something being stronger than the legendary Dojutsu of the Uchiha clan. Yeah we haven t had a chance to scout anywhere near cloud, and have heard nothing by radio . My teammates wife is from cloud, I know she sends out ravens everyday hoping some of her family survived whatever the hell happened there Ino said a little sad when she saw Karui last time the woman looked a mess compared to her usual strong visage.She was facing away from him as she was placing the results of the machine on the small table nearby him, as she felt his hands send a pulse of chakra through her ass as thick as it was it made her jump a bit from the shock of his hands as she felt the slab of meat pressed against her ass. I m married Thomas san in another life perhaps Thomas smirked a bit as he said, "Well I do have an impressive cock, but it isn't just the size of a cock that matters, it's how you use it." He pulled Ino close, his hand dancing along her sides small pulses of chakra giving her a deep tissue message. Even as he ground his cock against her rather large ass, she was married, although that hadn t stopped her before in her younger years, but since having Inojin she had only 2 affairs which was a good record in 9 years.Although as conflicted as the blonde was, her hand with perfectly manicured nails were already scraping along the mans 10 inch cock. It is incredibly big, the only one who has come close was this black chunin but he was 7 inches roughly she muttered her hand moving to his balls and cupping them. You can t tell anyone or I will kill you she said as both her hands grasped his cock, one grabbing tip and rubbing over his unprotected cockhead while the other was on the hilt gripping it tightly as she tugged on his member. Thomas groaned his cock hardening quickly in the skilled Kunoichi's hand. His testicles were about the size of pear seeds, and his scrotum about the size of an apple. He was big for a human, but not HUGE. He didn't gain much length when aroused but his cock got rock hard and stood straight out. Even as he groaned the muscles in his member tensing as he removed her top, with a touch it landed on the nearby table as he pulled her close and captured her right nipple. His tongue sliding up and down the super sensitive nub. His hands cupping and squeezing her thick ass, he pulled the top of her dress allowing it to pool at her feet before he moved his hands expertly rubbing the plump flesh and still using the chakra messaging technique. The MILF didn t stop her handjob, both hands put to work expertly as he grew hard. She even breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn t much of a grower, and rather his cock just got hard as she stroked it she would be unable to handle anything much bigger she thought. Careful that is a designer she said as he unbuttoned the purple crop top she wore, it was made in Suna the silk taken from rare sand worms. Ino wore no bra, the top she wore was tight enough and her breasts still held enough firmness that one wasn t needed. She wasn t Hinata or Tsunade that her breasts were back breaking, plus she enjoyed it when interns would blush seeing her nipples poking through the purple fabric on a cold day. You sure are eager, I can t blame you its been 3 months since I last had sex she admitted not sure if he was even listening, Sai her husband had been on mission after mission and had no time for Ino or even her son not that she could blame him the village was struggling. As the skirt dropped, she felt his hands on her bare ass shivering at his touch he was pumping chakra into her she could feel it.Stepping back for a moment perfectly naked she gave him a twirl, okay big boy you have two choices, one I suck you off or two I ride you for the next 15 minutes then you have to scram as I have other patients she said grinning she enjoyed teasing boys seeing them get blue balls was her favourite past time. Thomas chuckled a bit, pulling away from her nipple "You're assuming you'll be able to walk after taking my hard fat cock for 15 minutes. I do like the odds of that more then you trying to get it into your throat though. Maybe we can have some more fun afterwards with a friend or two of yours. No pressure, but well magic uses energy through the body."He hadn't unzipped the shirt just teleported it away. The Prestidigitation spell allowed him to removed objects, with a bit of careful focus he just removed her top instead of vanishing it. He licked the spine of her ear saying, "My point is, while in a straight up strength contest, I might lose to a ninja, I have stamina for days or weeks. I seriously doubt 15 minutes will be enough for more then a warm up beautiful. But let's see how it goes."He snapped his fingers on his right hand drawing a wand. Tapping the examination table it shorted and thickened into a love seat with a soft cover against his naked body. It would be easier for the kunoichi to mount him on this and more comfortable to be pressed against it. He also flicked his wand at the door saying, "Locked it, and made sure anyone listening will just hear normal medical talk." Don t worry about me walking I only trained with Tsunade sama for one reason. So I could get some first aid after fucking big boys like you, sadly after marrying I had no need of it until now she said as Sai was quite lacking in the cock department only being 4 inches, still he was loyal and paid the mortgage with his high risk missions. Oh that is handy I need to learn the , make a bed a fuck couch jutsu Ino said jokingly as it turned into a comfortable looking loveseat. It was reassuring no one would hear him, the last affair that had gotten out had nearly resulted in a divorce, it was best she keep this one under wraps. Sitting comfortably? she asked as pushed his back against one end of the sofa while climbing onto it herself. Slowly, oh yes ever so slowly lowering herself onto his cock groaning in pleasure as she slid slowly down to the hilt letting out a whine. Groaned low in pleasure, a smirk on his face as his big fat cock slowly sank into her. One of the few universal things he'd found, men and women fitting together. Ino was tight, if he had any doubt about some sort of ninja kegals he'd know now. He felt like he was losing his mind, so he leaned forward and began to suckle on her thick cherry tomato sized nipples, giving them the occasional nibble or bite to see how she reacted. His lips almost seemed to vibrate around her nipples as he groaned. She let her body jerk from side to side as she did so, her pussy expanding slowly around him as she acclimated herself to his new size. She bit her lip hard it was odd at first to be going so deep. She had to keep readjusting herself to get comfortable, because there was a difference between being big and being able to pleasure a woman. Though Thomas was not doing much, Ino knew exactly what she liked and was able to manipulate her body so that she sat on his cock in a very nice manner. Her pussy was getting wetter with every moment.As she began to ride him, she started slow because she was unaccustomed to such girth and length. Thomas began to suck and bite on her nipple, but she was forced to ignore him as she became reacquainted with her own body and his. She bounced up and down on him experimentally, eliciting a groan from him and a squeak from Ino. Fuck you are so big Ino rarely cussed, and when she did it was usually when she was right in the throes of a strong orgasm. She only cursed when her mind was so engulfed in passion that her mouth couldn t really express how she felt. Thomas did know how to use his massive cock, but he also knew a virgin setting the pace was better at least at first. While Ino wasn't a virgin, the same concept applied. Better to let her pussy adjust and prepare at her own pace, then try to force it and risk pain or damage. He wanted to take over, but used his control to let the blond adjust and get herself ready. It was a skill of long practice, most species of human size needed a bit to adjust to 10 inches.When he felt she was fairly ready he said, "So sweetie, you haven't seen or felt anything yet."He pushed his left arm under her legs, shifting her knee to his shoulder as he rolled over. Poor Ino was practically bent in half from this position. Her pussy like a wet vice. He began to fuck her HARD, not particularly fast, but 8 inches in and out with two staying in her even as he pulled out. Each thrust in made her tits bounce hard as he ground his hips making sure his hard rod stimulated her G spot and the back of he clit without mercy. His pace was about 120 thrusts a minute. Ino was making yipping noises that were rapidly escalating in pitch and volume, thankfully the magical spell kept the volume confined to the four walls of the hospital room. As he bent her leg, ah easy god go easy she screamed as he began to fuck her. The wooden floor began to creak as Thomas masterfully pounded into the MILF moving the sofa against the floor slightly, Ino who had started, at this point, to beg Give me your children. She cried softly, her statement ending with a noise of pleasure. No self respecting person would ever do this, much less a dignified woman like a respectable mother and leader of one of the most prestigious clans in Konoha.Ino thought of Sai her dutiful husband who was risking his life to provide for her and Inojin her beautiful son. But Thomas was the sole pleasure bringer at the moment, and she obviously couldn t get enough of it, as evidenced by her cries of, You re going to rip me apart! Ungh! and I want your son inside of me, now! Ahhh! Thomas! she shrieked like a wanton whore. Thomas groaned as he said, "Fuck this ninja pussy is so fucking tight. Damn, it's squeezing me. Maybe I should get a bit serious eh? You want that you ninja slut?"He focused and his cock began to shock the inside of Ino's vagina, pulses of lightning chakra making it not only vibrate hard and deep inside of her, but stimulating the nerves. Even as he did that he moved his hands to the arm of the love seat. Next to Ino's head. He'd put her onto her back when he'd moved her leg. Using his right hand to hook her leg around his waist he began to REALLY fuck the ninja under him. 240 thrusts a minute as he groaned in bliss. The sounds of their thighs impacting echoing through the room. He focused and soon the woman would feel lips on her clit and nipples sucking HARD, tongues lashing at the sensitive nerve bundles. A genjutsu he'd been working on for a few days, he couldn't wait to see the effect as he bit and sucked the side of Ino's neck, careful not to draw blood but wanting to leave fist sized marks. I m not a ninja, I m a whore I m a slut Ino screamed at the top of her lungs as he fucked her, the shocks of electricity making her body shiver and her pussy spasm out of control squeezing and milking Thomas for his precious seed. As the Genjutsu took affect Ino suddenly sobered up as he started ramming his cock into her again at a rapid speed. Her pussy tightened around him, desperate to push this damaging foreign invader out but all it did was massaged and squeeze his cock even more. I want your children Ino said jerkily, her voice shaken by the intense waves of pleasure. Mmmm let me bear your child . Her voice rumbled as Thomas continued to pound into her,Ino came with a fiery scream of passion, and for the second time that day she had no regards for her husband who was currently in a life or death situation somewhere as she squirted all over the sofa. Thomas groaned low as he rocked his hips to prolong her orgasm and yet felt his own release surge and he began to cum, hard and deep within the blond. Groaning as his balls tensed and spasmed tightened as spurt after spurt after spurt of his ropey seed filled the other blond. Thrust after thrust, a good half a dozen thrusts, and twice as many spurts of his potent magical seed. A silent spell guaranteeing the blond would end up with atleast one baby, probably more. She screamed aloud, with no regard to the patients next door due to the silence spells on the door. Her toes curled inwards so much that it hurt, but she didn t even notice. Her back rubbed against the sofa as he rocked them towards the climax. Her toes twitched and her eyes rolled back into her head as she came, letting out a scream that was undeniably hot. Ah ah, fuck! She screamed, in little spurts and erotic stretches of raspy screaming, Ino collapsing and her body shaking from the violent affair that rocked her body. Thomas groaned before he said, "Hope you don't think I'm done already."He gently but firmly pulled himself from ino, making a familiar hand sign he called out, "Kage Bushin!"With a pop of smoke two more Thomas's were visible. One thrust hard and deep into her sex, before a second clone moved, after cleaning and lubing her ass with a spell he began to push his rock hard cock into Ino's ass. Laughing a bit he pressed cock between her titties saying, "I'm going to gape your slut holes so you can only use your feet to make your husband cum." Wait what you can t be serious you have ruined me Ino mumbled barely about to get her head clear from the fuzz that clouded her mind after that intense orgasm.Unfortunately for the poor woman Thomas had other plans, she barely had time to sit up before her eyes widened as Thomas performed the shadow clone jutsu and more of him appeared. Why hadn t her husband ever thought to do such a thing, instead she was about to be destroyed by this freak with the giant cock. Her nails clawing into the real Thomas as her ass and pussy were penetrated, waves of pleasure rocking over her. Thomas smirked, and used a technique to make sure she stayed aware as he used his next technique. Soon Ino's ass, and pussy were getting rammed hard, fast, and deep the only sounds were of flesh on sweaty thick flesh as his clones wrecked her tight lean body. using her warm wet holes for their own pleasure, but careful not to hurt the blond. The wet squelching sound filled the white hospital room, as the head of the Yamanaka clan got drilled into oblivion. Some sort of spell snapping her out of the foggyness that had clouded her vision, as her mind came under attack from the sheer sensory assault that was occurring here. Oh god Thomas fuck, shit she could barely get out the words due to the assault. Thomas smirked and with focused effort spoke, "First gate, open!"Suddenly his cock grew about four inches longer, an good two inches thicker as the muscles tensed, and he began to practically hate fuck the blond. While he was still getting used to his speed in this form, it was easily a womb battering 1000 thrusts a minute like some sort of sex machine piston on maximum speed and power. Again careful control and a few spells made this a sweet mix of pleasure and pain. He then was also more sensitive as he groaned and fucked her massive tits. "Oh god no don't open a gate" Ino shrieked knowing full well what they were, they had made Might Guy a shinobi who could go toe to toe with gods and the boy was going to use them to fuck her.As the cock grew bigger Ino thought she would die feeling her womb being pierced by his cock the visible bulge on her stomach as he began to fuck the blonde like a piece of shit, she was a beautiful woman not a whore. Thomas groaned low as he thrust deep against her womb and began to cum. A hot thick spray of his seed pulsing and filling her deep. Groaning he let his clones pop. The feedback loop of his clones pleasure made him cum hard, his own seed praying up and coating her face and tits. He almost fell backwards. He reactivated the gate and began to heal himself.To Ino, the scent of his seed would be that of her favorite desert, the taste the same as well. Obviously some technique. He let the ninja woman collapse onto the love seat figuring she'd be drained.

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Stealing More Than Hearts (Katsu and Potter-kun)

Makoto had never felt so honestly ambitious in her life. The Phantom Thieves worked every day to bring justice to their world despite the way her own sister worked diligently against them. Still, for the first time, the crimson eyed student council president finally found a place to belong, somewhere to start building her own life and future without anyone else trying to steer her away from her goals. And then there was him... Ren Amamiya. Her boyfriend. Even now, that still felt too weird to admit aloud. Makoto wasn't even certain that she wanted to tell Ann or Futaba about it, though knowing Futaba, she'd figure it out eventually.She sighed happily, leaning against the train station wall to allow herself a few moments of reglecting on things. Between deciding on her future in being a cop and meeting up with Ren some nights, she was hardly alone with herself a lot, so it was nice for the moment. She hugged her books close to her chest and watched the trains go by. They were in between missions with Mementos at the moment, so the free time was well appreciated."Mhm... maybe I'll get him a gift from Shibuya..." She turned on her phone, checking it to see what the dark haired Phantom Thief was doing at the moment. Maybe they could meet up for dinner rather than heading home right away. Akechi was having a day of it. Those Phantom Thieves had just pulled off another crazy feat and the public was rapidly turning against him and the police for speaking out against them. He had always thought he was on the side of justice and doing the right thing in preserving order and helping keep the establishment well grounded. He couldn't stand popular sentiment and how it seemingly ebbed and flowed from one trend to another. What did they know of right and wrong, or of justice for that matter.He descended into the train station, his coffee in one hand and his briefcase in the other. He just hoped no one would recognize him. That's when he happened to recognize someone he actually wouldn't mind talking to for awhile. With a small smile, he approached."Nijima san, good evening. I hope you've had a pleasant day so far." His voice was clearly stressed but he tried to sound happy and to a certain extent he was. He had admired Sae and even had a crush on her, but he knew that would never amount to anything. Makoto shared a lot of things with her sister so he was naturally drawn to her, though he hadn't interacted with her nearly as much as he had with Sae so far. Makoto sighed, lowering her phone. It seemed that Ren was much too busy working at the flower shop for the time being and after that, he texted that he had to run home to Morgana and Sojiro to help Leblanc. Oh well, she remarked with a light shrug and smile. As though that could honestly ruin her day. If that was the case, then she could head off to Shibuya on her own and search for a good dinner for herself and her older sister . Maybe she could even draw a nice bath before studying. Just before she veered off to go seek out a train, a familiar figure appeared before her with the first feature she noticed was that unnerving smile.Makoto's soft lips twitched as he approached, but she nodded her head nonetheless. Akechi san. She greeted before shifting her eyes away. It wasn't that the Detective Prince was unpleasant to look at, but she always found his smile so irritating. Every time he had passed by her in succession with her older sister, she caught his knowing glance, the way his eyes seemed to indicate he always knew something she didn't. It didn't help that Makoto was pretty certain that Sae preferred his company over hers. Pleasant enough, she said, trying to keep it vague. She brushed a hand through her short hair and shot a glance to the clock. Excuse me. I need to catch a train to Shibuya. She gave him a quick bow and made an attempt to head off. Akechi on his own was bad enough, but he was also with the police. Being around him always proved to be a threat. Have a good night, Akechi san. If you see my sister before I do, give her my greetings as well. "Oh, Shibuya? I was on my way over there as well. Do you, mind if I join you?" He asked, his voice to a certain degree sounding almost desperate. There was no way Makoto would be unaware of the grilling Akechi was getting on social media and in the popular press. He was the butt of nearly every joke for speaking out against the Phantom Thieves. "I could understand if you'd rather not have my company though, given the bad press I've been getting." He gave a self derisive chuckle as he walked after her, he seemed like an abandoned puppy in need of affection in a lot of ways, though it was clear he was doing his best to mask his pain."I haven't seen Sae san much recent, she herself has been quite busy with his Phantom Thieves mess." He let out a sigh, taking a sip of his coffee before seeming to scowl. "This coffee just isn't as good. I recently discovered a really good coffee shop, locally owned and everything. Maybe we could take a seat there and catch up after your business?" He inquired with a curious smile, not knowing he was referring to the coffee shop that she already quite frequented for many reasons. Damn it. Makoto silently cursed in her mind, stopping just as Akechi called after her. Even she could pick up the light notes of insistence in his voice as she recalled how Ryuji boasted that Akechi was getting what he had coming with all the media backlash he and the police received. Makoto couldn't help but feel her chest swell with slight pride. Saving lives and fixing corrupted individuals was one thing, but it was somewhat delicious to know that Akechi's ego had taken a stab on the side as well. Who knew he could be so pathetic deep down? Makoto clenched her fists but turned around to glance back at the soft eyed detective. Very well. I don't see why not, she said, smiling knowingly at him.Makoto waited for him to catch up to her side and the two walked towards the trains together. Yes, it is quite the uproar. My sister says I had best divert my attention away from it and focus on my studies though, she said, standing on her tiptoes to peer at the schedules for the trains. Here we are. The first line to Shibuya. I suppose I shouldn't pick up too much for dinner then if Sis won't be home. She turned back to him just as they found the specific train. A coffee shop? As much as she wished to turn him down, it would also indicate a suspicious behavior on her part that he could report to Sae.Makoto smiled again and shrugged. Well... why not? Why don't we go now? I really don't have plans if Sis is working late. "Sae san is without a doubt just trying to look after your best interest, but I would encourage you to work the case in your free time if it interest you. You are very intelligent and seem to have some pretty keen insights. You might even be able to crack the case before any of us. Your school was the first place hit by the Phantom Thieves after all. You are in the middle of it all, so to say." Akechi let out a small laugh as he finished his coffee and tossed it in a nearby trash can."Good, the line to Shibuya will get us to where we need to go. We'll transfer to the line that runs to Yongenja ya. You can pick up dinner at this coffee shop too, it's a really unique concept. They serve curry with coffee! An associate of mine works there. He's the only person who'll give me the time of day these days. It's one of the reasons I like going." Akechi laughed as the train pulled into the station and the doors opened."After you, Nijima san." Akechi stepped aside to let her onto the train first as he checked his phone, having just gotten a text. Oh? Makoto stared forward. A part of her wanted to go, 'if only you knew...' but then again, it was so hard to pinpoint just what Akechi knew on his own anyways. So that is what you think? Honestly, I have no real interest in pursuing those matters. The Phantom Thieves seem to toe on the line of justice and in doing so, I can't really see anything wrong with them. I'd even go so far as to say that there is no reason for myself, my sister, or any of the authorities to want to stop them. R Right. Makoto replied nervously, put off by just the place that Akechi wanted to journey to. I think I've actually been there, so I'm sure it's not bad at all. It was very clear who his associate was, but how was she to know that her own boyfriend and Akechi had grown so close? That was... interesting to say the least, and Makoto pushed her feelings of concern out of her mind. It was good to have Akechi close on hand as a friend, if only to get a handle on how police were going about their case.She nodded, stepping on board the train and selecting a spot to hold on to a handle. The ride lasted for around ten or so minutes before speeding off once they arrived on the platform. It's this way, I'm sure. Makoto added, placing a gentle hand on Akechi's shoulder. This neighborhood is nice. "Justice is a loaded an interesting word. I think the Phantom Thieves are doing good work, bringing in criminals. However, wither or not it can be called justice is up for debate. If people can just override the free will of someone, even for the sake of goodness. Is that really justice? For me, it's hard to say..." Akechi closed his eyes for a moment, seeming to be deep in thought as he let out a sigh and then gave Makoto a small smile."Sorry, I didn't come with you to philosophize and force my views on you. Your view on justice is certainly interesting though and I will certainly keep it in line going forward." Akechi nodded as their train arrived at the station. Akechi raised his eyebrow in curiosity when she mentioned coming here before. "Oh, did Sae san mention it to you? I never would have found it without her telling me, but they have the best coffee I've ever had. My friend is really coming along as a barestta , but he's still no much for the owner." Akechi laughed as they walked out into the street."Lead the way then, Nijima san. I agree that this is a nice neighborhood....if this was all there as to the world, that would be pretty nice." Akechi looked up at the sky for a moment, his eyes seemed glazed over with sadness before he snapped back and gave Makoto a smile. "Sorry, that was odd of me to say, please lead the way." He stated as they neared Leblanc, the sun beginning to set over the horizon. Makoto remained quiet as Akechi offered his views on justice. Yes... it was an interesting debate. As she tried to listen, Makoto couldn't help but to feel her own feelings over justice and her own Persona swell up in her heart. Whatever Akechi said about justice, it just didn't matter. Makoto knew what she wanted now. As they approached the cafe, she already felt a warmth from just the sight of it. Yes, this was where she belonged and yet, part of her wondered if Akechi knew where he belonged. He always seemed so sure of everything, even as he was pondering the meaning of justice in front of her. She waved him off as he apologized. "No, it's okay. I never gave much thought about it until recently... er... when my sister said something to me a few months ago. "The topic turned to the cafe and Makoto felt her cheeks redden a bit. "No... actually I would just come here on my own to study. Change of scenery, you know? I actually..." She held her arm, letting her red gaze drift to the side. "I actually don't like to go home much if I can help it. Either Sis is there or it's empty, but it's all the same..." It was all the same so long as Sae looked at her like a stranger who dared to cross her. Even with Ren, Ann, and all the others, every night returning home only reminded Makoto of that fact. "I didn't even know my sister frequented this restaurant to be honest. Ha... I guess I don't know a lot about her."Perhaps she was divulging too much, but it gave Akechi something to ponder aside from the Phantom Thieves. Although, Akechi seemed lost in his own little world. "..." Makoto stared at the intelligent nuisance before her, her mind searching for the words as she read that lost expression on his face. "No. You're right. It's understandable to find the world ugly as sin. But I suppose it all starts with us. If we don't start seeking the good in ourselves, how will we ever see it in the world? I'm sure it's there. I'll work to make sure it's there, Akechi san." "I see, and what did Sae san say to make you start pondering the meaning of justice, I'm just curious. " Akechi questioned her with a small as he looked at Leblanc. He noticed Makoto's feature change slightly, she seemed...more at ease and relaxed, like the cafe itself was calming to her. Akechi felt something similar but to a lesser degree. Leblanc was certainly a relaxing place to be and he preferred to be there more than almost anywhere else."An empty house can certainly be lonely...." Akechi's voice seemed to trail off and the tone of it certainly made it seem like he knew that feeling very well but he quickly shook his head. "Leblanc...it feels...more like home than home does sometimes, doesn't it?" He asked her with a small smile. It wasn't the irritating smile he normally wore but it was instead an actual, genuine smile that seemed to resonate with the words he spoke."It's not my place to intrude, but Sae san does care about you, she constantly mentions you and says how proud of you she is. I think she just...has a hard time showing that affection towards you directly because she's scared." Akechi looked deeply into Makoto's eyes, trying to convey his feels before breaking contact. "Sorry, like I said...it's not my place to intrude. Lets go in, shall we?" He offered with another small smile, holding the door open for her.The jingling of the bell on the door as familiar as the two walked in. Sojiro was behind the counter and he moved to greet the two but then he just let out a chuckle. "Oh, Makoto san, it's you. Sorry but Ren isn't in at the moment." Sojiro knew of the twos relationship and figured that's why she was here, he then looked behind her and noticed Akechi."Oh, Goro kun. Here for you coffee or to talk to Ren? As I just mentioned to the young lady, the delinquent is out. Do you two know each other?" He asked them as they were walking in together. Yes, Makoto was quite certain by now that she had divulged too much information. "I... I don't want to get into it. Sis just seems different from the person I once knew when Father was alive. That's all." She quickly said, hurrying her pace a little bit. Though it was hard for her not to notice the difference in Akechi's character here. He seemed genuinely interested, even disarming himself a bit to talk to her like this. It was intriguing and quite unique, especially when a half an hour ago, she had found Akechi to be the nuisance that her sister preferred over her. "I suppose it does," she said, nodding to the cafe as they approached it.The smell of homemade curry was in the air. "Scared, hm?" Makoto blinked in surprise. Well... that could be. How comfortable could Sae feel about expressing herself after the way their father had went? "It doesn't matter now. I have my own goals. Sis can do whatever she likes and I won't stand in her way." Makoto was sure that was what Akechi assumed of her anyways. He was staring into her eyes and Makoto stared back, trying to match whatever intensity he was showing her. He... certainly was a puzzle.As they entered the cafe, Makoto bowed in greeting to a puzzled Sojiro who was surprised to see her not with her boyfriend, but with Goro Akechi. "Thank you, Boss." She gave her elder a sweet and charming smile that she usually spared for a teacher at school. "Ah. I know. I actually thought I may order dinner and study here until he came home."When he noticed Akechi, Makoto nodded. "Yes. Akechi san works with my sister and seems to be a fan of your food. I met him on the way. We're not that well acquainted, but it seems he's as fond as Ren kun as I am." She gave a small chuckle and took a seat at the bar in front of Sojiro. Akechi noticed the discomfort he seemed to cause by being too nosy. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." He apologized quickly as they entered Leblanc, the rest of their conversation was cut off by Sojiro's greeting. Akechi couldn't help but chuckle at the greeting, had he really been coming here that often? Maybe he just hadn't noticed. "It's is quite alright, Sojiro san, your company and Nijima san's company will be just as good. I'll take whatever your blend of the day is, please." Akechi moved to sit up at the counter, patting the seat next to him to motion Makoto to join him.He let out a sigh of relief as he took his jacket off and laid it across the back of his chair as he took in the warm and welcoming aroma's of coffee and curry, it truly was like a home."Well, I can't say I'm surprised you two know each other with how much you hang out with that delinquent. You are both welcome here whenever you like, even when he's not around." He extended a welcoming invitation with a small smile as he started to make Akechi's coffee. "Can I get you anything, Nijima san?" Sojiro asked as he focused on pouring out the coffee."Oh? You are good friend of Ren's as well? Or are you more than that....if you aren't careful I might steal him from you." He gave Makoto a playful wink, likely sending wild images of the two boys doing rather naughty things together. He was of course just teasing her, but he was hoping for a good reaction. Akechi sat up against the counter next to Makoto as she looked over the menu to pick out her preferred coffee blend. It had been such a long day and if she was going to carry on with entertaining Akechi, she would need some sort of pick me up. Sneaking another glance at the Detective Prince whilst he ordered from Sojiro, Makoto had to wonder what he was doing at places like these. Perhaps the younger Niijima was only speculating, but it seemed like Akechi was never any place to call home. She only ever saw him at the school, at the station, and now he was here at Leblanc. She sighed, turning back to Sojiro when he asked for her order. The Colombian mix, she said, giving another smile to recompose herself. Sojiro san! I told you, Ren kun is doing just fine in school. He's nothing like a delinquent. As much as the cafe owner liked to joke around, it was still best to try and maintain her boyfriend's clean record. He's... amazing. She narrowed her soft eyes at the coffee beans behind the counters, thinking everything she felt while just running beside him in palaces. There wasn't a way to describe it.Until Akechi pried in. Surprised, Makoto lifted up her head as Sojiro turned his back to prep the coffee. Ren kun is... very important to me actually. Actually their leader was important to everyone in their group and she wasn't too shocked that Akechi felt the same way . Well... he does try to uplift everyone he sees. It takes an impressive person to be that way. Jealous, Akechi san? She gave him a confident smirk. "I see the way you watch him. You admire him, don't you? I don't think you want to steal him." For a moment, Makoto dared to lean forward to Akechi to whisper to him. "I think...I think you wish you were him." Sojiro let out a small laugh a Makoto came to the defense of her boyfriend. "The voice of a maiden in love if I ever heard one. You know I'm just teasing." Sojiro joked as he presented the two with their coffee. Akechi gratefully accepted, taking a long and slow sip before letting out a blissful sigh. "Another amazing cup of coffee, I really have no idea how you do it, Sojiro san." Akechi chuckled as he took another sip and the older man simply joked and said it was a trade secret and moved to the back to clean dishes. After enjoying his coffee for a few moments, Akechi turned to look back at Makoto."So, you and Ren san are....romantically involved are you?" He raised his eyebrow curiously, chuckling slightly as if he were teasing her. He took a few moments to process the words Makoto said. Did he really want to be like Ren? In a way they were polar opposites Ren would do good things and not need any praise or acknowledgement directly while Akechi needed it badly. "In a way you might be right. I'm certainly jealous of him for a lot of reasons. I envy his ability to make friends and foster strong bonds between others. " Akechi seemed to allow himself to open up sightly, normally only doing so with Ren. "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind being him if it meant I could have you as a girlfriend, Nijima san." He gave her a playful wink before turning back to take a sip of his coffee, pondering Makoto's words in more depth silently now as he was curious what her reaction to his words would be now. Makoto turned pink at the suggestion that she was lost in a world of young love. Perhaps... that was true, but for Sojiro to say it in front of Akechi made Makoto immediately seize her coffee to sip away the embarrassment. "Y Yes! Wonderful cup of coffee," she announced as well, her tongue slightly burnt from drinking it too fast. Thankfully, Sojiro turned away and left the two teens to themselves. Makoto wondered if she should bring out her materials and start off on her studying for the upcoming exams. "Hm..." She shifted her gaze to Akechi, noticing he was mulling over her previous comment about him wanting to be Ren. She gave a slight chuckle. Yes, that was sure to get under his skin quite a bit."You could say that," Makoto answered, not wanting to spill the entirety of her and Ren's relationship quite yet. "I care a lot about him. I guess I can't deny it." Whatever red she had on her cheeks deepened slightly. "E eh?!" Her lip trembled at Akechi's exclamation of only wishing to be Ren if he could have her. That certainly surprised the usually composed student council president..."A Ah, how very... er... sweet of you. Surely, you're joking with me though..." She turned to peer into her coffee cup. "I actually presumed that you worked so much with my sister because you had more than the working relationship with her. If you wanted to be Ren for that, it's only because you are seeking to have only one piece of what you can't have." She tucked her brown hair behind her ear and flashed a knowing look from her crimson eyes down on him, smiling to herself. "Am I wrong, Akechi kun?" Akechi took another long and slow sip of his coffee before turning to look at Makoto, flashing her a small grin before he spoke. "Joking? No at all, you are quite the intelligent, charming and beautiful woman. It's hard not to be a little envious of Ren kun that he has such an amazing girl who cares for him." With those words said, he took a small pause to take another sip of his coffee and then he gave a small chuckle."Oh my, do Sae san and I appear to be that close? I'm afraid that's not the case, but you are still a very amazing person, Nijima chan, you don't have to compare yourself to your sister." Akechi had noticed the change in honorific and decided to do the same as he flashed Makoto a teasing look. His eyes seemed to contain something...a mixture of affection and a strong desire... "..." Makoto didn't earnestly know what to say as the Detective Prince peppered her with praise. How strange, given the way he initially looked down upon her at school and criticized her for only following the adults and their ways of thinking. It was almost an unnerving change and Makoto didn't know how to feel about it. Evem worse, as Akechi continued to compliment her, to insist that she was just as striking and worthy as her older sister, she felt the redness on her cheeks deepen dramatically. Even her soft lips trembled somewhat as her heart began to beat in her ears. No... she only felt this way with Ren, when he talked to her and made her feel uplifted. So... why with Akechi?Before Sojiro could turn back for Makoto's curry order, the student council president wanted to avoid being seen this way. Especially with another male. "Th... Thank you, Akechi san. You do flatter me." She hopped off her stool and fanned herself, trying to avoid nervously meeting his strong and intense gaze. What was wrong with her?! It shouldn't be this way. All she wanted to do was stare into his eyes. Makoto couldn't believe this! She thought she despised him. "I... I think I need some air for a moment." In a hurry, she swept out the cafe door and paced into the alley. Akechi noticed Makoto's reaction and grinned. It was clear the kind of feeling he was causing in her at the moment and she took off to get some air before Sojiro returned. The older man raised his eyebrow curiously before turning to Akechi. "Are you two going to want any curry?" He inquired as Akechi nodded his head and stood up from his chair."I believe so, Sojiro san. I'm going to go take a phone call real fast and I'll return in a while for your delicious curry. " He offered the older man a smile, knowing it would take awhile to prepare the curry given how much attention he gave it. Enough time to have some fun with Makoto. He moved out and exited the building, and noticed Makoto pacing in the alley, a small grin on his face."My, my...is everything okay, Makoto?" He asked with a smile, calling her by her first name as he stepped forward, basically pressing her back against the alley wall. His eyes were full of desire and he licked his lips as he neared the young woman. He leaned forward, his lips nearing her ear. "Could it be...my words from earlier had some effect on you?" He asked teasingly as he nibbled and gently sucked one her earlobe before he began to plant hot feather kisses up and down her neck line. Makoto left the cafe as fast as she could, taking a detour into the quiet and empty alleyway to sort out her feelings. "It is not supposed to be like this..." She breathed, leaning against the brick wall. She had felt those feelings before, that sense of attraction, but it was to Ren only, wasn't it? He was the one who awoke that passion within her and yet... they were bubbling to the surface when she had just gazed into Akechi's lustful eyes back in the cafe. She took a few more breaths and tried to remain calm. It was simple. She'd explain she got a text from Sae and was told to come home immediately and then she could escape Akechi before this got out of hand. If Akechi wasn't with her, then she was home free."...!" Just as she turned around, Makoto gasped to see Akechi walking towards her from the entrance of the alleyway. "Akechi..." Her heart pounded against her ribcage as the protege advanced on her, enclosing her to the brick wall to keep her from leaving. "Wait ! Ungh...." A small whimper of pleasure left her lips as he nipped at her lobe. "Akechi... it's not...ahnnn... it's not like that..." The usually composed student council president succumbed, moving her head to allow him to gain access to her neck. Each kiss felt like fire encircling her neck like a chain, pulling her closer to him."Wait!!!" Suddenly she placed both of her hands against his chest and shoved him away. Makoto panted, her hand going to her neck as though to feel evidence of his kisses. "... what are you looking to gain? You've done nothing but insult me since you've known me! Out with it!" Akechi chuckled as he felt Makoto melting against his actions. Soon however, she managed to come to her senses for just a brief moment and pushed him back. He was surprised for a moment but his grin widened as he noticed the look one her face. She was flustered, aroused...wanting more. He could sense it in her, and he knew how to stroke that flame. "You talk too much sometime, Makoto." Akechi grinned before forcing himself back up against Makoto.He pressed his lips hungrily against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips and seeking to gain entry to her mouth. A bulge was beginning to grow in his trousers and it rubbed up against her thigh and crotch. His hand slithered down her side and gave her firm ass a good spank, squeezing her rear and feeling her flesh molding against his digits as he gave Makoto what she couldn't admit she wanted. Makoto braced herself for Akechi's answer or some sort of revelation as to why he had advanced on her. But there was something new in his eyes, something dark and needy. It paralyzed Makoto, forcing her to suck in a shallow breath as he approached her once again. "Akechi..." She uttered, her form trembling. Not out of fear, but enticement. She didn't dare pull away as his lips pressed to hers.The Detective's tongue playfully slid across her lips, parting them to gain entrance. She willfully accept, letting her tongue entwine with his in a heated battle for dominance. Her arms traveled up his bath with her nails sinking into his flesh through his thin white shirt. The younger Niijima could feel his bulge against her, his concealed cock brushing against her naked inner thigh beneath her skirt. "Mhm..." All sense and logic faded from her mind as her own hormones took over, letting out short and desperate whimpers whenever he spanked or caressed her. Fuck... she wanted him. Pulling away, leaving only a strand of saliva between their lips, she glared at the bastard as he smirked at her."You'll regret this..." Makoto's fingers started undoing the buttons of her blouse, letting the tight garment fall from her chest... Akechi's tongue fought roughly with her own as his tongue swirled around her own inside her mouth, pressing up roughly against her appendage and exploring the inside of her mouth, almost like he was making a mental map in his head. He felt her moaning against his lips and grinned as soon the kiss was broken. Makoto looked back at him with a hint of defiance, but also quite a bit of lust as well, he couldn't help but chuckle at her words."Is that so? I don't think either of us are going to regret this..." Akechi stepped forward and pulled open Makoto's shirt before pushing her bra to the side to expose her lovely and sizeable breasts. His mouth quickly latched onto her, his tongue swirling rapidly around her rosy nipple before he began to suck. One of his hands moved to grope her other mound, feeling her flesh molding against his digits as he gave her ass another good spank and squeeze. Makoto gave Akechi a displeased look through the contorted expression of pleasure on her face. There he was again. So confident. Well it didn't matter so long as he gave her everything she wanted. She groaned, pushing her chest up to offer herself to this new deceitful lover, letting him tear her shirt and bra away in the alley. "Ny... ahh!!!" She whimpered as his lips found hold of her nipples, letting him suckle on her like a greedy child. Her hands gripped his hair, tightening as she held him there to please her. Johanna's very passion was coursing through her, ignoring the logic she had naturally been gifted with as she was being taken in this dark, yet public alleyway. No... perhaps that turned her on more."Ahh! Ngh..." Makoto threw her head back at another slap to her ass. Her skin felt hot and she undoubtedly knew her ass was red after Akechi's possessive slaps. "Ungh...ngh..." A wet heat was beginning to pool inside of her panties, making them cling to her pussy. Her fingers slipped under her skirt looped around the band of her cotton panties, slipping them aside as she rubbed her own folds to get her ready for what Akechi was truly looking to claim. Akechi took not of Makoto's actions as he suckled on her breast he saw her removing her panties and pleasuring herself. He nibbled on her nipple, grinding it between his teeth as he moved his hand from her ass and moved it towards her wet pussy. He pushed her own pleasuring hand aside and began to rub at her labia himself, but he soon went further. He sunk two of his fingers knuckle deep inside her and began to piston pump them in and out of her rapidly, curling them inside her to deliver maximum pleasure.As he did this, this thumb would brush up against her clitoris with every thrust, sending her waves of pleasure. He stop sucking on her breast for a moment, a resounding pop echoing through the alley as he gave Makoto a teasing grin. "I thought you were a straight laced girl...but you are actually quite the slut, aren't you?" He whispered hotly in her ear, kisses soon were planted up and down her neck as he stopped in one spot and began to nibble and suck, marking her with a hickey. All the while, his bulge grew, becoming massive in his pants and Makoto could feel just how large and hard he was, even with his pants still on.... Makoto let out a small whimper of pain as Akechi bit into one of her nipples. His touch became more demanding, more controlling and possessive the more he was certain he had the student council president right where he wanted her. He knocked her hands aside and slipped his skilled fingers into her dripping snatch, stroking her lips before he prodded her virgin hole. "Akechi... stop... it's too far!" She panted, her chest rising with every heated breath she took. Before she could protest again, he plunged his fingers into depths. "A ahh ngh..." They rubbed her pussy walls, letting her spasm around him in a her loss of control."You... you're so arrogant..." Makoto spat in between moans at the suggestion that she was truly a slut. Maybe so. But that didn't mean he could claim every part of her. As he marked her flesh with a vicious hickey, she could feel his bulge growing to full mast against her thigh. perfect. With every bit of force she could muster, she shoved the Detective off of her, something painful on her part. Oh she wanted it. She wanted to be claimed and fucked all along this wall. She wanted to cum and expel the lust running rampant in her body, but still..."Sorry," she said, standing above him. The frown on her lips made it clear she was not the least bit sorry. "That side of me... my virginity... I want Ren to have it. This is over. Go home." She shrugged as if their encounter was nothing. "You think yourself an artist, don't you? A genius that can take whatever he wants? Then why are you out here? You're... You're just too needy!" With thay, she turned to fix her clothing and leave the alley. Akechi was surprised when he was pushed away. He seemed stunned for a moment but then his smile seemed to twist in a way Makoto had never seen before. He was quickly back up on his feet. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked with laugh, none of his normal calm there anymore. He sprang forward, grabbing a hold of Makoto and pinning here against the wall against, this time her front side was pressed up against the wall and her back was facing him."Ren already has so much...I'm going to take this from him....I'm going to have a thing he can never have once I take it." His grin widened as he unzipped his trousers to expose his throbbing and hard cock. He had grabbed Makoto before she could fix her panties, so she was open and exposed to him. His cock began to rub itself up against her wet folds, its tip brazenly rubbing up against her folds and soon began to press against her entrance, his bulbous tip slowly beginning to press itself into her before a violent thrust of his hips shoved his cock deep inside her, his girth spreading open her once virgin cunt. Makoto was set to leave this alley and turn away from what had just happened forever... that was, until a cold laugh sent a icy chill down her spine. She froze just as she heard Akechi get to his feet. "I told you, I don't want you ahngh!!!" She let out a surprised shriek as she was shoved to the wall, her arms pulled back so she could not fight to get away. That bastard... that cold hearted bastard... She growled and tried to reach back to grab him and throw him off, but her held her arms firm. Worse in the situation, her panties were still lowered to her mid thighs and her pussy was exposed. "A Akechi, don't!"Makoto always had the sense that there was something cruel and cold lurking behind the detective's calm exterior... something that was like all those shitty adults they fought against. "No..." The mushroom like tip of his cock rubbed against her exposed lips until he felt satisfied and placed himself at her entrance. Makoto shut her eyes tightly, shaking her head. No... that wasn't for him to take... it was supposed to be with Ren. She loved him, not Akechi. And then, he pushed himself inside. "NO!!!!" Swiftly, he entered her, his cock ripping through her barrier and stuffing her to the brim. "You..." She wept, the pain searing through her as she collapsed against the wall. Droplet of her broken barrier's blood leaked from her entrance, signifying to her what she had lost. "I'll make you pay... I'll destroy you !!!!" Kicking off from the wall, she tackled him and straddled him, holding him down by his neck. Akechi let out a groan as Makoto kicked off the wall and slammed him to the ground, herself now straddling him, her hands around his neck, likely able to end him if she pleased. He just grinned up at her, his cock still buried inside her pussy. He thrust his hips up, pushing his cock ever deeper into her womanhood. He began piston pumping his hips, and cock slamming ever harder and deeper into her aching pussy, his girth spreading her tight canal open.His hand slithered around her waist and gave her ass a good spank as she seemed to enjoy that before as his other hand moved and tore up the front of her blouse that she had just put back on to reveal her breast. He couldn't move his head but his hand moved to roughly squeeze one of her breast, her flesh molding against his digits before his fingers moved to twist and tug on her nipple. All the while, he smiled up at Makoto as he started to fuck her ever harder and faster. Never before had Makoto desired a knife to carve up an individual before, but Akechi was a first for her in many ways, it seemed. Just once, she wanted to see the smallest bit of fear in Akechi's eyes. But instead, he radiated that bemusement at her pain. Yes... this was something he always desired. To have something of his own, taken from someone else who could never get it back. Makoto tried to put pressure on his neck but faltered as soon as he moved his hips, thrusting deeper into her freshly fucked pussy. "Ungh!!!" She flushed, her hands loosening from around his neck. Why... Why did her body have to tighten around him with each powerful thrust?!Soon her hands left his neck and instead cupped her own breasts, tweaking her nipples. Her anger twisted into an expression of sordid lust as her hips began to move on top of him. It was lewd and perverse... and yet, her body responded. Moans spilled from her lips as he spanked her, her flesh bouncing in response. She rode him in the alley, lifting up and slamming down on his hard fuckstick, not caring who could hear the student council president getting railed outside a cafe. She hated Akechi. And she would make him pay, but she'd be damned if she didn't get a exhilarating ending to this... Akechi's grin widened as Makoto began to lose herself to the lust. As her hands left his neck to tweak and play with her own breasts, his own hand moved downward towards her clitoris. He began to rapidly rub and tug on her most sensitive nub as his cock slammed ever deeper into her, aided by the fact that she was eagerly moving her own hips to meet him at this point. He spanked her ass yet again, her rear now very red as he dug his fingers into her flesh.His hand soon traveled from her ass up to her head, pushing her downward so he could press his lips up roughly against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips as he kissed her like a sordid lover he was. He moaned against her lips as he could feel his bulbous tip starting to slam up against her cervix with every eager thrust they made. Makoto didn't know what she desired more: a climax or a way to cut the grinning bastard's head off so she wouldn't have to see that smile anymore. "Ngh... Akechi!!!" His pace was increasing, not to mention the special attention he paid to her clit, rubbing the sensitive little button until Makoto trembled above him. "Haaa....!!!" It wasn't supposed to feel so good and yet, her body had completely given in. Every possessive grab or caress to her body pulled Makoto closer to the one she despised and as their lips met, she did not pull away.As with before, her tongue slipped inside his mouth and battled his for dominance. On occasion she pulled back and even went so far as to bite his bottom lip when he tried to pull in for another kiss. "A ah..." The student council president whimpered, feeling her ending come near. She threw her head back, her pussy walls tightening around his thrusting tool and came hard. Warmtl and wet juices sprayed down his cock as she scraped his back with her fingernails. Makoto let out a cry of pleasure, grunting as she sped up her pace, bucking against him to keep the wave of pleasure going and going... for as long as she could manage. Makoto's moans and groans only served to motivate Akechi, to arouse him more and drive him further. His cock throbbed and seemed to harden even more inside Makoto's quivering and wet womanhood. His tongue pressed and swirled around her own, eagerly engaging in the battle for dominance. He moaned against her lips as few times when she nibbled and he returned the favor, nibbling on her lower lip and sucking on her tongue slightly as they kissed.She her cried out, her head rolling back as her pussy clamped down around his cock, her love juices splashing against his crotch, Akechi too moaned loudly, feeling his climax nearing, but he bit down on his lip and fought it back. He thrust his hips up even harder to match Makoto's own needing thrust down to try and extend her climax. He did his best to help, moving one hand to rapidly rub on her clitoris, hoping to stimulate her if not into a second straight climax, then to rapidly start building her up to one.A fire seemed to be lit in Akechi's eyes as he pushed Makoto up off him, his cock remaining buried inside her though. He flipped her over, handling her almost like she was a rag doll as he forced her onto her hands and knees. He then began to resume his thrusting, fucking her from behind like she was a bitch in heat. He didn't need to say anything, he intended to show her just how much she loved this, loved being fucked, loved being treated like a slut. He began to plant kisses rapidly up and down her neck, his fingers tugging on her clitoris as the tip of his cock seemed on the verge of pushing past her cervix and entering her womb.

['Futaba', 'Amamiya', 'Akechi', 'Nijima', 'Makoto']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/93547/

The Light Surrounding Us (Quantum Tangle x OffToTheRaces)

So shall we begin the announcement preparations? I apologize, did I miss the first part of the conversation? Preparations for what? For your engagement to Nathaniel, of course. The two of you have been as thick as thieves since you were able to walk upright on your own. Surely the next steps should be down the Chantry aisle. Arl Howe did you not fight against Orlais in the war? Because surely if you had, you would realize it would be absurd for me to marry my brother. And besides marrying into your family would mean you d be around more often than you already are. She could count on one hand all of the instances when the Teryn of Highever had raised his voice in the past surely this should count as one of them? Insulting an old family friend should rousesome manner of response especially an Arl and a man who, despite his unsavory qualities was close to their family, and should be tolerated if not respected.Though Althea would even now defend herself, stating that even suggesting that she insulted the patriarch of house Howe was an exaggeration, and at most she had teased him for implying something that was utterly ridiculous.How could he possibly suggest such a thing!Marry Nathaniel?She had picked leeches off his back just weeks prior, after daring him to swim through the murkiest part of a nearby lake. The same boy who drank vials filled with Nan s dressing laced with the Antivan spices while they competed to see who could keep their arrows on target, despite their weeping eyes and burning stomachs and those were small slivers of their antics. Where there was mischief, there was a Howe and a Cousland. From the hills of Highever to the shores of Amaranthine, Nathaniel and Althea had crafted a friendship that to them, in their bright eyes of youth, was unshakeable by any force Until recently.Where had this incessant desire to wedge something as ludicrous as love between them come from?Althea suspected the comments had seeds rooted from her Mother. Since her daughter had turned 15 that summer, the Teryna had been making remarks off hand about planning for her official debut to society, to show that she was available to receive suitors.Althea was unable and unwilling to mask her displeasure at the idea then and now that the subject had gone beyond the privacy of the Cousland hearth, out of shock and frustration she had dug in her heels.She had no intention of marrying anyone.The Arl had chortled at her dismissively, but when her Mother learned of the exchange, every stone in the castle cowered. Althea expected the lecture the near hysteric monologuesurrounding decency and upholding the family name, and that while Ferelden women are by no means meek and delicate, they are still Ladies regardless. She expected everything, as they were all snippets of lectures she d heard before, if not from her Mother than from her teachers or Nan.What she had not expected, was her Father s response but Bryce Cousland always had a way of making the stars shine with wonder in his daughter s eyes.It had taken them a full day to ride west to the edge of the thickest part of the woods, bringing with them only what they had packed themselves and were able to carry with their horses. Theirpace had been quick to ensure that they arrived before it was too dark, so there was not much time afforded to talking and even during their brief pauses, the conversation did not focus on what was so clearly still hanging in the air a thick tension which gnawed guiltily at parts of Althea s young, stubborn heart. For a good part of the night, she tossed and turned restlessly and only managed to finally fall asleep after crawling into her Father s bed and curling herself up close to his side.With only a few hours of sleep needed to restore her energy, the young pup was up before the morning light had crept even partially across the floor. Dressed in chestnut colored breeches tucked into sturdy knee high boots, a deep green colored tunic which once belonged to Fergus, which she had cinched with a thick belt to keep it from swimming around her young, lithe figure, her outfit charmingly betrayed the fact that she had apparently packed in a hurry which was true.Partially due to excitement, though mostly because she was worried that her Mother would try to talk her Father out of letting her go.As she finished wrapping a ribbon through her hair, Althea jumped into the bed next to her Father a playful contrast to the silent care she had taken with her steps the night before. "Papa, it's already dawn!Wake up!" Smiling brightly, she prodded her fingers impatiently against the Teryn's side for a moment before taking one of the pillows to thump lightly against his chest. What was he to do? Bryce pondered restlessly in his sleep. He wondered has the years truly passed so quickly. Little Althea had grown now, becoming a woman, but the Teyrn would always remember his youngest bouncing happily upon his knee while he sang songs of a war since passed. Truthfully he felt blessed to have his family. Many days he woke in a cool sweat with the fearful thought that this had all been a dream. To lose the love of his Eleanor would be a tragedy unlike any he d experienced, for her love and patience gave him strength. Their eldest son Fergus was inspiring. If only Bryce had shared the boy s same confidence and inner strength, how grateful should he be?Yet the day his daughter was born the Lord felt indulged himself a selfish luxury. Morning and night as a young babe he was the first and last thing little Althea, his pup, would see. In turn she followed him. Eleanor admitted once jealousy at his connection to their daughter, saying that the way he looked upon Althea was one of a man in love. It was true. Bryce loved his daughter fiercely wanting to let her rise from her station, as a daughter and second born many of the responsibilities towards Highever were secondary. Her future was truly free. She could be all that she wished, and though his wife insisted he spoiled her temperament, Bryce, could not help but feel proud seeing his daughter s defiance.A rebel princess he would call her, if only he d known that in fifteen years those little lessons would serve to pain him.His friend and comrade Rendon Howe was not a man easy to like, but he respected the man s cool intuition. Good friends since their fight against Orlais he d never questioned the bitter man s council. When he proposed an alliance of marriage between their families? Nothing ever felt more logical. Nathaniel was Howe s eldest son and heir to Amaranthine, and though the boy was a few years older than Althea they grew together as close friends. The boy was meek. And Bryce had hoped that Althea s fierce demeanor would inspire more confidence, but as it stand the boy stood in her shadow as she threw barbed remarks at Rendon at the mere suggestion of marriage.When Eleanor came to him with news of his daughters actions the Teyrn felt his temples pain. Oh why for all the Maker s Grace would she say such things?! For the first time in a long time he was furious. He remembered marching into her room and demanding she pack her things. They were going to the Cabin, but this was no retreat he told himself. This was to be a lesson for his sweet pup. Truthfully the Cousland lord only had himself to blame and he knew it.She made him soft in his heart. His daughter inspired a gentleness that many would never see from the tireless man. Even in the night, he felt Althea slip into his bed and tuck into his side. There he held her remembering when she was so small and rest silently upon his chest. His presence was the only thing that could calm her cries, and when she lay that way atop of him she was ever content. Needing to be beside him, she was his shadow.With an audible Oof! the Teyrn awoke to his daughter s bright smile, as if she d forgotten that she d been in certain trouble. Forgotten that her father still held a disagreement with her. Lifting the thumping pillow he tossed aside and reached with strong arms to scoop his daughter up and toss her ontop of the bed beneath him. Diligent fingers found the delicate crooks of her legs, arms, neck, and sides. All the things that would make her squirm and regret her rude awakening.A man in his mid fiftiesBryce Couslandhad lost the dark chocolate color in his hair, the same color of his daughters. Instead now he d grown into the course silver but his face belied such an age. Dazzling eyes stared down upon her with comfort and joy, a gaze her mother often praised as one of his most pleasant features. The romance between her parents was strong and they often described the other with such poetic fondness. But the line between romance and truth was thin, for the Teyrn had physically kept in enviable shape for his active lifestyle. Being the Lord of Highever had not slowed him down and made him connected. Althea would know, for much like her father they needed a touch of the wild. And their little hunts became an activity that only they shared. Fergus did not hold the taste for hunting wild game, much like his mother. And now that the boy had married and started a family of his own Bryce s son was beyond his guidance, but not beyond his pride. Stubborn child could you not afford your father a proper rest? Bryce teased in acquisition continuing to lightly tickle his little beauty nevertheless, the moment was quick to pass with a sigh as the man rolled off the bed to his feet quickly reaching a laced shirt and slacks. He could never sleep comfortably encumbered by clothing, even covers bothered him, and all he would bother to wear were his undergarments out of modesty. From her view Althea would see the aged and toned back of her father marked with light scars. Wounds from arrows and close calls with the edges of swords. A reminder that not too long ago Ferelden had been lost in a Rebellious war with the Orlesians for their freedom. Have you prepared your satchel? I wish to show you something. He asked with insistence.Althea would know her father well and had good sense to see that he d immediately moved to the business of the day. Never a man to waste time or words, Bryce Cousland only tempered his ambitions out respect of the Royal Court, but there was no Court in his cabin. Out here in the wooded forest outside of Highever Keep they were free of responsibility. Had Althea asked as many questions during her tutoring lessons as she did to her Father, she would be the highest Scholar of the Age. Since she could speak, she had a constant string of questions and queries, almost exclusively for the Teryn and his going abouts. What was he doing? Who was he meeting with? Why were they important? Could she go with him? What would they be talking about? What did this do? How does that work? And so on and so forth Her Father s word was above and beyond any others. Andraste herself could speak to the girl and she would look to Bryce for affirmation instead.Eleanor had resolved some time ago to accept this fixation between her daughter and her husband, knowing in part the childhood tendencies of clinging towards one parent, but moreso that the adoration was more than mutual. Althea was ever his shadow, and Bryce seemed to ensure, even indirectly, that the moments without his pup were few and far between. The Teryna was grateful for their closeness, though she knew how tightly the young girl had her Father wrapped around her finger and how easily she could slip back into his graces. She had been certain to mention this to her husband before their departure to the cabin.Sure enough, the pieces of her heart that had been wracked with guilt had all but healed over after a night curled up at Bryce s side. With youthful verve renewed and past discretion's all but buried, she shrieked in delight as her Father s strong arms gathered her up. Quickly her hands pushed against his chest, trying to fend him off as she writhed underneath his fingers. She had expected the attack to last longer, fully prepared to try and wedge her long legs up between them to give herself space to reach for one of the pillows again but her Father s sigh alerted her attention, tilting her head as he withdrew from the bed.Dark eyes curiously wandered over him, appraising faded scars, the origin stories of which she was all too familiar. This was not the first morning she had jumped into his bed to wake him, and it was not the first time she had seen him partially clothed. As a child she had run her fingers over the marks from the war and asked him with innocent distress if they still pained him. Packed and ready! She responded keenly, nearly leaping out of the bed, turning her attention from her Father s back to the floor, searching for his boots. The sooner he dressed, the sooner they could be outside.For a shadow, she yearned to have the sun on her face. Is it by the lake? She asked ,curiosity peaked by a potential surprise. Finding his boots next to one of their bags near the door, she quickly retrieved them, keeping them close against her chest as she carried them back across the room. Can we go swimming today? Ever keen to define precociousness in her father s eyes, Althea, was a slender thing, the way clothes hung from her. On several accounts he d been forced to reprimand Fergus for implying his younger sibling was secretly a boy in a dress. Alas he could not argue her elven frame. Her bust had nary a budge since entering her teens, and Bryce knew that if she had not gained shape at fifteen years it was unlikely she ever would. Woefully it was his parents who were to blame from his father s sisters who were flighty rails venturing the wilderness like a wild pack. Eleanor was gifted with womanly curves even for the rueful sea witch that she was when they first met. Thankfully his daughter carried on those curves that snug to her frame. Many men would overlook such a beauty for Althea s did not announce itself. The proud father was certain that any boy who would bother to overlook the smudges of dirt, and push those curled bangs from her eyes would see the jewel she was.The Teyrn had always admired his darling girl. Ever since the moment he held her in his arms, practically stealing her from Eleanor s teat after the first latch. He was a good father to Fergus and loved his son, but the boy s younger sister held a promise in her eyes. Bryce knew that she would be somebody important. As if the Maker himself had whispered unspoken canticles of her future, and never did his faith in her wane. Even in his frustrations with her the doting father saw the person she would become and he was so proud of her.Questions however alerted him from contemplation as his daughter hinted her interests for the day. The Lake? Oh he knew how found she was of it. Like a mermaid she could not be parted from water, and in that it reminded him the way Eleanor would dive freely from her father s ship. Never fearful that a rogue wind would take it too far, never worried about what might wade below the surface. Perhaps we will later my child. The older man spoke as he slipped the fitted black trousers about both legs and lifted them in succession. A gentle fabric belied the dark leather of those pants, and as he laced the front of his pants memory served him a small smile. Eleanor enjoyed her husband in clothing that fitted his form. Often admiring his backside and encouraging the Teyrn to blush, but the woman was no prude and openly displayed their affection. Those small touches to the face even when Lords and Ladies were present, none would doubt how gratefully in love the two were and continued to be.Taking the boots from his daughter both Bryce and Althea paused to hold for just a moment. Neither would notice the lingering gaze, the smile of appreciation, a pleasure to be in eachothers presence. Then the moment passed and they continued as the dutiful man insisted, No, first I must show you something out towards the shed, something I feel you need at your age. Boots firmly fitted with each clack of his heels to settle them in, the man turned tucking his white shirt into his waist. You are becoming a woman now Althea, and in with that comes important lessons that you must understand and endure. One day you will be a Lady in another Lord s lands. And I would see that you not become some dimwitted chamber maid as some my companions wives. Belt strapped about him the dashing Teyrn trotted proudly over to his daughter and held her face with tender appreciation. A ladies place is not submission, but service: Service to her Lord and Husband, service to her people and lands. One day your words will travel all over Ferelden. Be it those words of reason and temperance I should hope, just as your mothers. Patting her cheek gently he released her quick to lift a satchel and set of supplies he d left prepared by his door. Follow. Was all he said, not that he ever had to with his darling daughter. There had been numerous occasions where Fergus, winded and flustered by his younger sister s spritely energy and nimble talents, had jested that she was not truly a Cousland, but an Elven child switched with the real Althea at birth. Her slight figure allowed her to tread lightly, whether during a hunt or behind unsuspecting victims of her childish schemes to send someone into fright, to dodge blows during sparing and of course, help her to secure an impossible spot to hide.She had once spent the better half of the day curled up above the cabinets in the kitchen, tucked into the corner out of sight while a bewildered Nathaniel searched the entire castle.Her Mother often lamented that Bryce s petname for their daughter should be kitten, not pup, but for all her feline like qualities, Althea certainly carried the loyalty of the Ferelden dog lords. And now, as she watched her father dress, she regarded him with those deeply infatuated puppy eyes.Propping herself on the edge of the bed, she crossed her legs beneath her, holding onto her ankles so she could gently rock in place initially to suppress her own eagerness and show her Father that she was listening. Those bright eyes however flickered defensively when the conversation turned towards something that sounded vaguely like her Mother s lectures. Responsibility the lessons of womanhood Service Husbands. Tempted to scowl, Althea maintained a neutral expression well as neutral as a teenager could possibly keep their displeasure brows furrowed as she averted her gaze to the ground. In that moment, she recalled why exactly they d come to the Cabin in the first place. Her glee to spend time alone with her Father had dismissed any thoughts of Rendon Howe and his ridiculousness aside but now as Bryce spoke, all she could think of was the smell of the perfumed scent of the candles in the Chantry on Fergus wedding day, and how tightly his bride had clung to her parents when they d left from Highever.Before her thoughts could dwell, her Father had lifted her face to look towards him again. Althea s fingers tensed around her ankles, stilling briefly under his touch comforted by the rough warmth of his hands, despite how his words pierced at her heart. Her lips pursed together tightly, watching him closely as he moved towards the door.She was on her feet before he had even finished his beckon, fire on her heels that burned straight up through her tongue. I shouldn t have to leavemy home. There s plenty of room in the castle! And why is everyone talking about this now! Fergus wasn t wed untillast year!

['Althea', 'Cousland', 'Howe', 'Teryna', 'Orlais', 'Arl']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/93562/

I'll Be Good (OffToTheRaces x Quantum Tangle)

He is a fool hardy King and like his father quickly misguided, but I hope, beyond hope that he takes heel to reason. And should he not? Our King is quite found of myths and tales. In that we are agreed, but there are no griffins to ride into battle, nor are the Wardens beacons of salvation he sees. There is no reason in staining this alliance with mistrust so early my Lord. Is there no reason for suspicion, Wynne? Or do we battle this blight only to be pressed under boot by agents of Orlais. I would not see we free men cower to another reign of pomp, disgrace, and taxation to lands that are not our own. I will not stand idly in the face of my enemies and their sympathizers. Then surely you will have little peace. A man, whom constantly guards himself from all intrusions, will oft turn away the hand of a friend. That man cannot be pitied when he mourns his sorrows. Dear Enchanter, do not mistake me for a man who begs for pity. I will be as I have always been: Resolute. An army had come to Ostagar. Brought to build high walls and wait for a coming darkness, for the shadows of a Blight came seeping from below. A poison in legends of times before even his troubled childhood it was told that Darkspawn walked lands once more. Just as thought wandered to possibility, the Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir, walked the battlements. Eyes of a hawk he supervised this front for his departed friends son and husband to his daughter, King Cailan.Dark hair dusted with silver strands of worry rather than age, Loghainwas a tall man clad in the armor of a slain Orlesian Chevalier Commander. Only in his early fifties he stood arms crossed in front of him watching the progress below. Beside him a soldier stood with parchment and inked quill taking down a list of commands. See to that the Ash Warriors have food, those Marbari hounds are a priceless asset to the battle ahead. And give word to Enchanter Uldred that I seek his council later in the day, once he arrives. With a continence of polished steel the battle tested man held his concentration on strategies and formations, the very thoughts that would pull them through the nights ahead. Is that all my Lord? The leather capped Soldier queried braking Loghain s moment of honest thought, causing a flash of sterling blue to fixate on his position. The Teyrn had the eyes a predator. Without word they stripped you down to the bone, revealing your vulnerabilities and the young Ferelden could not be blamed for swallowing the air so hard. Quite so. Be on your way. Was all the once Rebel General demanded.Moments were soon quick to pass as he walked further about the Battlements making private inspection. He d have no fault. No weakness for his enemies to exploit, and to that Loghain lowered himself to the task. The older man could trust others very little to hold his measure of insight. Thus he would not weaken their positions with oversight.But alas inspection came to a distracted halt as the Teyrn s ears heard a shrill holler. A woman s voice soaked in fear, and all sensibility rose to action as he raced the bannered rails of the wall to look over the inner territories to witness five men circled upon a small woman. From this distance even Loghain could see those daggering ears, an elf? Yes it was. Likely a servant. What about these men? What did he notice? Their armor and the heraldry painted upon shields or pinned to breast they were Ferelden soldiers. The bundle of whatever the woman was transporting had scattered the ground. Unable to make out the words, the man with a face now painted in disappointment and frustration could hear their hostility. Guards! He called over the banners pointing into the direction, Halt this horrendous scene, I would have words these men! Three weeks had passed since the old seamstress had abruptly departed from Denerim, taking her boarish son with his chubby, groping fingers along with her as well as any payments owed to the elves who had been in her employment. A note had been posted on the boarded up windows and doors In Antiva until further notice no forwarding address, no mention of existing orders no coins. She wasn t the first to flee in fear of the Blight, and likely wouldn t be the last yet another employer gone meant another source of income, however measly it was, was severed from the Alienage.At first, Este had been too relieved to feel concern. She had worked for Lady Quigley for over a decade, and while the garments were of the highest quality in the capital, they were produced by labors of exploitation that no one cared to acknowledge, if they took the time to even notice. As far as the majority of Denerim was concerned, if the Alienage elves managed to find employment they should be happy. Most businesses kept their elves in backrooms and hidden away but Lady Quigley boasted about her staff as if she were running a charity, cooing over their nimble fingers and how they were perfectly suited for working in textiles. Yet her compassion was ever the fa ade, and the moment doors were closed the old, prunish woman would be red in the face, squawking demands and berating the smallest deviance from her visions. Even worse however was her son, a spoiled oafish boy who had no need to tromp through the Alienage to sate his boredom, as so many children of the upperclass tended to for he had his own personal selection to prey upon.Thankfully, though the word would be loosely used, his mother kept a sharp eye on her workers not for their sake, but for deadlines. His harassment was confined to whispered uncouth commentary and occasionally wandering hands..Those hands had wandered across Este once while she was retrieving fabric from the basement low enough in their privileged curiosity to fold her skirts between her thighs, betraying angles and shapes that were not expected to be there.Andraste or whoever had created her, had blessed Este with feminine features and inclinations to match. Growing up as she began to favor skirts, her Uncle had not dissuaded her. He had already lost too much in his time, and life was difficult enough as it was for their kind when Estaron had wished to be called Este, he complied..and eventually so did the rest of the community. He would warn her often, however, to keep her secret guarded the world was not a forgiving place, especially for those who wandered from the norm. Lady Quigley s son had not outed her that day from shock or contemplation, she would never know, as within the next few days they d departed from Ferelden. She had saved enough coin that the first two weeks without employment had not been too difficult, but at the start of the third week, her cousin Brea had announced her engagement. Marriage was a community event and she could not let her favorite cousin s day be anything but perfect when it arrived.An offer was posted in the Alienage for jobs to accompany the army and given the coin promised, Este felt that doing laundry for soldiers for a small amount of time would be worth the less than ideal circumstances. Though as she seemed to be given reprieve from one potential disaster, another presented itself almost immediately once they arrived in Ostagar. A group of soldiers had surrounded her while she d been delivering fresh sheets. Five men, two of which blocked her path forward, one who blocked her steps back, sending her against his chest.. Now now, what ve we here? You come to offer relief for the soldiers? Serve the men serving the country? Saving your pretty face From those ghastly beasts Ghastly beasts who d do ghastly things to a pretty thing like you Why don t you show us some gratitude? Maybe she wants ghastly things done to her Seems the sort, doesn t she They reeked of ale Este s dark eyes darted around quickly, paying no attention to the increasingly vulgar words, instead looking for a way to escape. One of the soldiers had noticed her lack of response and quickly relieved the basket from her hands, tossing it to the bushes as he stepped forward, and before she could protest, his hand moved down to grasp between her legs.Where Lady Quigley s son had registered a vacant stare, confusion and then fury rose to the soldier s face. Fucking knife earred wisp! That bold hand clenched into a fist and collided immediately with Este s face, knocking into her nose with enough force that within seconds, she tasted blood.She had screamed, but only realized such when the sound pierced the air. The soldier behind her clasped his hand over her mouth while his comrades closed in around her, the blood from the first blow slicking his fingers to slip over her lips and in that moment, with her heart already racing, she bit the man s fingers hard.Howling, he dropped her to the ground and Este tensed, bracing herself for the underside of boots or fists but nothing came. With her breath clutching in the back of her throat, she looked up in time to see guards with the royal emblems marked upon their armor taking hold of the soldiers. They struggled initially, though only one spit in venom towards her, but something made them all freeze when their attention was directed towards the rail above them as if sobriety had hit them instantaneously.With blood still freely pouring down her face, Este s dark eyes wandered up the wall, fixing upon an older man whom she recognized only as someone who had ridden directly beside the King on their way to Ostagar. While he was focused on the soldiers, she grasped the ground beneath herself to stand, intending to gather up the spilled sheets in the overturned basket, and hurry back to the servant s area to clean up. As she staggered to her feet, one of the guards wordlessly clutched her by the arm and began to lead her towards the steps. Utter disgust wrapped his visage like a damp cloth. The Teyrn was not a sympathetic man put up on his sentimental notions, nor did he romance the Elf as a downtrodden thing. All living things had only their lives to account for. The worthy will climb above their station, and make their name. Though he supposed not all men could be burdened with the notion. But Loghain never permitted ignorance as an excuse, for truly teachable moments come rarely in a life.Scaling down the battlements the Ferelden General clutched a fist in steel gauntlet as he approached the situation at hand. His face was a determined expression chiseled out of a callous nature. Flanked on either side by Royal guards, he marched upon the ground with complete dominion. The Soldiers were lined up with blades drawn at their back, for it was a serious matter to anger the Lord of Gwaren. Loghain was renown for being a critical taskmaster. No foolishness was permitted in his wake, yet his military record and personal history proved he talked freely regardless, and in this moment no man stood taller than he did, nor with life to stand for it.Inspecting the men before his approach he d quickly deduced they were young and stank a poor man s ale. Had this really been what their military been reduced to? Flagrant drunkards and lechers. What is this about? The foul tempered rebel asked them. Blue eyes pressed weight of that question startling one out of their stupor to question, My lord? Quickness rose to Loghain s tongue as he lashed, Clearly you are not one for answers. Then a sweep of his gaze fell over the group even the woman cradling her wounded face asking once more, So who will explain what I am seeing? Or must I take tongues until the smart one speaks up? Teyrn I mean my Lord this creature I... One stepped forth collapsing to knees castigating himself before the powerful man, though instead of appreciation for his submission Loghain cut his worried ramble short, Get to it boy. That seemed to rattle something in the man s mine as he shooke his head into sobriety, Sir this thing is a rake in ladies clothing, an unnatural abomination. Backed by another man , It is truth. It is no woman but a man! To say the Lord was unimpressed was an overstatement. A momentary touch to his temple Loghain had to massage a knot of patience from his excoriating thoughts. The Soldiers quaked in apprehension as the Teyrn bridged the distance between them, but in a moment their silent fears turned to discomfort and question when he passed them. Instead Loghain put all of his attention on the Elf.Hand to her chin he inspected with a stern gaze. Turning her face slowly from side to side he fixated on the bleeding, and Este would practically see the man think. His eyes held a certain weight of frustration and when he looked away he addressed the Soldiers, Even creatures have enough dignity to be addressed as they are, or would you have me believe this one s nature to be reason for abuse? Or must I call you lot as I see. Because all I can gather is a group of drunken men had cornered the help and laid hands upon them. Am I wrong? Words cut sharp waiting for answer, but Loghain did not wait for an answer as he centered Este looking into her eyes. Tightening his grip he asked seriously, I d know your account of events. At the top of the stairway, the soldiers were set in line with blades threatening any unpermitted movement. As they were herded into place, Este cast a coy, chastising look at the man who seemed to be the leader of their idiotic pack, quirking a dark brow had they been closer, she would have tutted as if she were scolding a child in turn, he spat at her feet. The guard holding onto her eased his grip in favor of shoving the slighted man back in place with his comrades. There was little concern that any of them would risk leaving, especially as the man who had intercepted the incident approached, flanked by his own guards.With no kerchief or means to wipe the blood from her face, Este carefully lifted a hand, brushing long fingers across the top of her upper lip at least it would cease the blood from pouring into her mouth for now. As her fingertip traced towards the edge of her mouth, her eyes met briefly with the older man. Who was he? Clearly, whoever he was, he outranked everyone present by considerable means. His mere presence had stunned the men beside her she could practically see how they quivered in place. though admittedly there was a bit of a drunken sway to add to their unsteady stances. Este had little understanding of military rankings, but the moment the word Teryn was stammered from one of the soldiers lips, even she was able to make a very stunning connection.Teryn Loghain.The Father of the Queen a Hero of Ferelden that her Uncle spoke of with more esteem than any shem, even the King himself.Her curious pondering was cut quickly short however, as the same soldier who relayed the older man s identity so curtly, exposed her own. And then another affirmed his claim. Este felt the air suck out from her lungs a harsh blow that rattled the deep into her bones. Ferelden s culture was not as intrigued by those like her, when compared to the other lands of Thedas even Tevinter was shockingly tolerant. In Orlais or Antiva she would be a coveted status symbol, but the dog lords of Ferelden were far more conservative in their views at least in the open.As the Teryn turned towards her, she could practically feel the pyre burning at her feet.With blush rising to her fair face, her dark eyes widened slightly. Even while she quivered on the inside, she did not avert her attention from the Teryn as he approached her instead she met the intensity of his stare with her own piercing gaze. Her people were conditioned to cower, to break and bow their heads to fall to their knees like the soldier who had professed in front of the unimpressed Lord. While silence in some way had aided in her survival over the years, submission had not. When the Teryn touched her chin she lifted her head, following his touch as he examined her and, in turn, she made no subtlety in her expression to show that she was inspecting him as well. The fine lines etched into his features only enhanced the already refined angles of his face age was no stranger to him, but he undoubtedly handsome.Her lips parted as he spoke, a visceral display of her own shock to his words. She would never anticipate sympathy but understanding? From a shem?When his grip tightened against her chin, her tongue habitually touched to the roof of her mouth, but having noted his irritation towards delays in response, she made no hesitation to speak when addressed, It is as you observed, My Lord. I was tending to my duties, and these She turned her gaze towards the solders, noting with slight amusement how they all kept their focus forward rather than on her. Looking back towards the Teryn, her blood stained lips quirked faintly, Soldiers She let the word hang in the air, dripping with playful poison, Took it upon themselves to try and take some reprieve that they felt was owed to them. Apparently an enrollment incentive these days is you get to stick your hand up any skirt you desire, with little care to the one wearing said skirt Which must have been an exclusive offer to them, or your armies would be much larger. The plight of the Elves was beyond the Teyrn s concerns. Whatever their peace with the state of the world and the loss of their lands? They were minor. Since man arrived in Ferelden these lands have belonged to them since before the annals and records of history. But this feminine appearing creature before him, her plight was present and not within his permissions to deny. Loghain frowned upon abject cruelty. Never would have dreamed of harming a woman, especially the servants to these lands. Her understood their role just as he understood his in the traditions of this proud nation.Her gaze though did not avert and flinch. It spoke measures to the man who held the eyes as a gateway to the truth. He could tell a lie from a shifting gaze, he could tell submission and fear when cast down, but he knew when a person did not fear the truth or its consequences when they looked back at him. Piercing him the Teyrn s lip rose to the subtlest of smiles as she affirmed his suspicion of accounts. He was amused at her candid remarks upon these men, who by the Lord s view deserved little remorse. Releasing the Elf s narrow chin his touch trailed subconsciously with an affirming grasp and pat to the shoulder as he swiftly turned to the men before him. Do you hear that? Loghain barked with a sharp sneer waving his hand back in Este s direction. The resounding sound of the truth, spoken by an Elf no less. The comment held the casual weight of prejudice. Something Este would not be unfamiliar with, but never likely used in such a way as to turn it upon its head. Humans often thought of Elf kind as impish thieves with forked tongues and promises of fool s gold, yet to hear a Human use the stereotype to guilt and lash these Soldier s? Oh what a rare treat. My lord she lies! One was quick to speak only to find the General to take very unlordly action and grasp his throat in iron clutch. A quick choke of air and sputter stopped the Soldier s declaration only to find a rather vexed expression staring him down. Bite your tongue boy, or I would have it severed from you. It was a threat. Surely this was evident, but there was a certain weight that told all that it wouldn t be first tongue Loghain had taken. His grip tightened as he pushed the Soldier back on his heels so he could feel the firm poke of a blade against his leathers. Your forefather s did not suffer the Orlesians so that you may piss on their legacy. And I did not ask you for the truth! With a firm release the sterling blue of his gaze cast on the rest of them as he was quick to recount history, Because truth is when I marched against the Chevaliers I did not tolerate such distasteful action in my ranks. Women and servants are not property to be handled without care. Or do you respect the freedoms your mother pained in labor for simply to birth disappointment? One would think that the Soldier s would stay quiet, but fear had a way to loosen the tongue. Eyes rattled and turned about with a panic unable to hold a gaze with the Teyrn. That thing isn t a woman! The primary abuser cried out only to find Loghain s gauntlet pressed to shoulder, pushing down, and while he tried to stay afoot he collapsed under the pain of his Lord s grip.Brought to knee he was backhanded and manhandled to look directly at Este, her wound, her discontent. Holding the Soldier s face the Teyrn hissed viciously, Not a woman? What is she then? She did not ask for you, nor beg, nor plead Grasping the man s jaw with a fierce centering shake he answered his own question, An Elf, a Servant, and for all accounts during these trying times a patriot in service to the King s Army that is what I see. And I would have you strung from your necks if in another time, but you were fortunate to be born with your freedom, boy. Something your father s were not. Because of men who thought as you do, imposing their will masked as authority. Raping and butchering the innocent like animals. But we are not beasts, we are Fereldens. For the second time a person was released from his grasp, but this time Loghain shoved away in disgust letting the man press into the fresh mud. Looking to Este he closed his eyes to take a deep breath and calm himself. Waving his hands before him he gritted his teeth and asked the Elf clearly, For all this claiming of what and who you are, what do you claim? I would have these men regard you with respect before being caged for insubordination. As the Teryn s hand eased away, she kept her chin lifted regarding him still with thinly veiled curiosity, dark eyes gleaming with intrigue, observing that subtle smile as a glimpse underneath his polished exterior. His hand moved to her shoulder, and when that touch withdrew the face of authority resumed, hardening any softness with which he had regarded her.Surely everyone wore a mask in some respect not as blatant as the Orlesians of course, who accessorized the deceit of their intentions and emotions with ornate disguises but rather in the sense that the Teryn, while his dominant airs may indeed reach down to his core, would likely not permit something as perceptibly vulnerable as a smile to be seen by just anyone.Este smiled to herself, feeling very much the thief that fueled the stereotypes of her kind.Her inner musings were distracted however, at the sound of guttural protests and breath being denied her attention returned to the line of soldiers, in time to see one of them nearly lifted from the ground with the Teryn s hand gripped tightly around his throat. Even the guards who stood close by were alarmed by the excessiveness of their Lord s actions, not that the men were undeserving of any extent of punishment, nor would they ever question his decisions, but that it was seemingly in defense of an elf was unexpected.Only once before had a human defended her, for something far less severe and in a manner far less intense yet still, she had been left stunned by the encounter. A broad shouldered woman had knocked into her while crossing one of the busy roads in the Capital. In her attempt to avoid the woman's path, Este had stepped in a small puddle and, much to the horror of the Lady, spattered the hem of her garish gown...barely. Though one would gather from the way she shrieked that the entire garment had been ruined. Red faced and ready to cause a scene, the woman had barely a chance to cluck when a stranger intercepted.The recent rainfall has been a blessing from the Maker, has it not? His deep voice and sudden presence had caught the Lady off guard, enough that he was able to place a dark hand on Este's side to gather her on her way, using himself as a shield to deflect the woman's wrath. The moving crowd had whisked her along before she could get a good look at the man, but as she glanced over her shoulder, he had nodded warmly in her direction.As the soldier was dropped to the ground, no one was more astounded by the situation at hand than Este. To their credit, my Lord, they are not entirely incorrect with their claims She spoke up again when addressed, not dwelling on particulars, believing that the intentions of her words could be easily sorted out without needing to detail the nature between her thighs, but if I am to be regarded in any way, I believe it should be by my name which is Este, Her introduction was clearly not directed towards the cowering soldiers, who had at this point withdrawn into themselves in utter anguish now that sobriety had truly set in. Rather, she moved her hands down to lightly grip the deep blue fabric of her skirt, curtsying formally as she offered her name to the Teryn.

['Loghain', 'Wynne', 'Mac', 'Orlais', 'Tir', 'Cailan']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/93722/

A Yang-Bang(Potter-kun And Encryptment)

Crypt, a normal citizen of Vale, 5'11" with dark brown hair to mid length, was caught up in an attack of Grim overriding the small part of the city he lived in. A couple of teams were dispatched in to take care of the grim, and while in the middle of trying to evacuate the city to some safe house away from the grim. He managed to get away from most of the fighting, but found himself cornered by one of the grim, most of the teams that were taking care of the grim were farther away. After a moment, Crypt got knocked out, finding himself waking up in a safehouse, with a warm feeling down below. When he opened up his eyes and focused a bit more, he found his cock between two soft mounds of one of the grim hunters Yang. Yang was eagerly pumping her breasts around Crypt's throbbing and massive cock. Her cleavage was sticky and coated with his pre cum and her long and flowing blonde hair obfuscated some of the erotic sight. She would pause her pumping every few moments to lean down and take his bulbous tip into her mouth, giving it a skillfully and longing suck before swirling her agile tongue around it. She happily moaned as she lapped up his pre cum with her tongue before opening her eyes and realizing Crypt was now awake.His cock left her mouth with an audible pop and she grinned up at the man. "Morning, cutie....sleep well?" She asked in a teasing manner, giving his tip a soft kiss after she asked. Blushing deeply at the thought as it all finally caught up to him, he moaned out as she moved her lips and tongue across his tip as she used her breasts to tease the rest of the length. After she stopped for a moment to ask the question, he was only left a bit confused still of the situation. "Where are we? What happened to the grim that were attacking the town? And why are you all over my cock?" As she placed a kiss across the tip though, he stifled a moan. "Do you really care about any of that? Maybe you should just enjoy getting your massive cock sucked off by this blonde bombshell?" Yang teased with a chuckled, pumping her breasts even harder and faster. Soon her breasts left his cock and then her tongue began to eagerly lick up and down his rod, eagerly licking and planting little kisses and sucks on his throbbing cock, moving up to his tip to suck out his pre cum every so often."What's your name, cutie?" She asked with a grin, her tongue resuming its loving licking of his cock after taking her share of his pre cum. "Mmm, I guess you're right." Crypt positioned himself to lean on his elbows, so he could look down and watch her moves. As she took her breasts away from his cock, and were replaced with her teasing tongue and kisses, he moaned out with each long lick or kiss along his shaft as she went up and down. Each time she went up to taste a bit of his precum, it had a faint sweetness to it, like a light taste of honey."My name?" He said inbetween his moans. "My name is....Crypt, and.....yours?" He paused slightly between some of his words to let the pleasure soak in that she was giving. "That's the spirit." Yang gave him a playful wink as she moved her mouth up to his tip and soon she was engulfing his whole cock into her mouth and throat. She did her best to swallow him whole, her tongue swirling around rapidly as she sucked, taking his cock into her throat, gagging around him but she seemed gleeful almost about it. As he mentioned his name, she slowly pulled back up, his cock leaving with an audible pop as she moved her hand to began to stroke off his impressive cock."Crypt, huh....a cute name for a cute boy...but you have a monster cock, Crypt....quite a surprise." She cooed, placing a teasing kiss on his cock, eager to see his reaction. He felt as if he was in heaven as she began to take his cock into her mouth, her warm, wet mouth slowly sliding around his tip, and slowly inch by inch down his length. Each time she moved her tongue or went deeper, a slight audible panting could be heard as his breathing went a bit shallow at the immense pleasure she was teasing with."Wait, you think its that big, really? I've always thought it was normal sized, you know, average." He moaned out even louder as she placed her teasing kiss along the side of his cock.

['Grim', 'Crypt']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9380/

Black Blood Brothers: A Dark Uprising

Zelman Clock just watched from the roof of his complex enjoying the night's sky. He sat there for some time contemplating what he could do today that would be entertaining since he had just woken up. He knew that his assistant would be coming to tell of the days news but to him that just bored him. "Really there is nothing that can be done tonight?" He sighed and let the fire grow in his hand for some time before he extinguished it and jumped off of the roof and landed on the ground without a problem. "Well I might as well go and see what is going on around the Special Zone and see if i could get involved in anything." Mimiko Katsuragi who was the compromiser for the entire special zone was walking around trying to find Jiro "Jiro! Where is he really. Well at least Sei took Kotaro for me" she soon found her self pinned against a wall by a group of new vampires to the Special Zone. She screamed "Help Jiro, Zelman, anyone" the guy who had his hand on her neck said "Quiet girly and we wont have to kill you, bu you gotta give us some blood in return". the thugs all smirked. Mimiko closed her eyes "Damn it why me. Help Anyone!" She began gasping for air from the man pressing on her neck to choke her "I said shut up" and he hit her head against the brick behind her and took his free hand and began to undo her shirt "No you gotta pay" Zelman heard someone yelling out. He tilted his head wondering what was going on as he jumped back onto the rooftops and moved to where he could get a better sight of things. It was that compromiser that was always seen with Jiro. He should come soon knowing that she's in trouble. He just sat back on the rooftop watching, waiting to see what was going on. true he was a sociopath who had little to no morals what so ever but he'd jump in if he felt that he could gain something out of it but at the moment he was just going to watch. After five minutes Jiro had not shown up and Mimiko was tossed to the ground and held down by two of the three guys and she had tears and shouted "Jiro, Zelman anyone please" her voice full of fear of being violated. She had a slight nose bleed and one of the guys smelled it and said "Oh thats the smell of virgin blood boss" The leader of the group looked at Mimiko and kneeled down and ran a finger under her nose to wipe away the blood and licked it off his fingers. "mmhm..Virgin blood indeed. She's mind..blood and body." He laughed as his partners held her down. When one of them went to rip her shirt off his hand ignighted in flame. "Eye Ignite?!" He growled and tried to shake his hand off. Zelman just jumped down and shook his head. "is that anyway to treat a compromiser? He glared and looked at the second member who quickly was cast on fire and tried to run but soon turned to ash. He looked at the leader who jumped onto the roof before Vanishing. He then looked down at Mimiko and just shook his head. Mimiko curled up into a ball to hide her self from being seen and said "Jiro is missing and i nearly get raped by the newest members to the special zone, my life offiially sucks" She couldnt even bring her self to look at the man who saved her for she only knew one person that had fire powers and called her compromiser "T thanks for saving me Mr. Zelman" she was in tears as Kain, Sei, and Kotaro came. Kotaro screamed seeing mimiko on the ground "Mimi what happened" Kain and Sei walked up and asked Zelman to explain. Zelman sighed but explained how Mimiko had almost gotten herself caught and raped by the newest members to the Special Zone. "strong ones too. Not as strong as you Sei but strong enough." He shrugged and looked at Mimiko. "I suggest that you don't go walking around at night all alone." He just stretched and started to walk off. "She's your problem now Sei, dont look at me for anything unless you can offer something in return. You know how I work." He just started to walk off laughing to himself. Mimiko stood after wrapping Kain's coat around her "So your gonna leave just like that Zelman. Not even check to make sure i'm ok after that whole thing" Jiro landed in front of him "Really Zelman can you be that cold to poor Mimiko" Zelman looked at Jiro and pulled out a cigarette and light it and looked over to Mimiko then to Jiro. "You are the one who is supposed to watch her. or is it the other way around, Silver Blade? Anyway there is no reason for me to stick around. If she wants to stop by she can but by the looks of things it seems that she's in good enough hands. Oh and Mimiko..I'd get that blood cleaned up..even the purest of vampires can be driven wiled for the blood of a virgin." He just laughed more and started to head out of the alley. Kain handed her his hankerchiff and said "Jiro where were you, your lucky Sei took Kotaro while she walked around alone for you" Jiro said how he was stopped by Casa just outside the barrier and then went to Miiko. "Mimiko i'm so..." Mimiko punched him and said "Save it Jiro, now excuse me while i go thank Zelman who saved me" she fixed her clotes under Kains coat then once ready she gave it back and ran after Zelman. After about an hour of searching she shouted "Hey Zelman Clock if you can hear me please come talk to me, its important" she sat on a bench in the park and waited as the sun set in the sky. Zelman could hear her yelling out and just shook his head. "woman are you looking to be attacked again. He sighed and suddenly appeared behind her and grabbed her letting his teeth grow out as he ran them against her neck. "So quickly it could be done." he then twirled her and let her go and pulled out a blood packet from his pocket and drank from it. "what do you want?" She froze after realizing he had been so close he could have bit and yet he didnt "Jiro would have bitten me in that situation, why didnt you Zelman?" she placed her hand where his fangs touched and said "I wanted to thank you for saving me back there by giving you something" She kept eye contact the whole time to show she was serious Zelman looked at her. "Because there is nothing for me to gain if I did bite. Now what is it that you think you can give?" He yawned abit and tossed the blood packet into the trash bin and looked at Mimiko. If she thought she would be serious then he would to as he kept his dark red eyes on her and didn't break the eye contact she had started. She took a deep breath and walked over to him and said moving her hair to the side "You can have some if you wish. Thats what i was going to give was some of my blood as a thank you Zelman" she stood a bit nervous but still serious Zelman looked at her then shook his head. "I do not take the blood of those who do not serve under me. Im not just some lowly Vampire that can be thanked with just here take the blood. I am one of the old bloods. over 800 years old and last of my clan. Mimiko you insult me when you do this." He just glared abit and turned starting to walk away. "you want to give then you serve under me. that is final and end of that. otherwise Do not insult me." Mimiko undid the top few buttons and made it easier to access her neck "Then i serve you since i am giveing you some i of my blood as a thank you Zelman and not to insult you" her tone was serious the same seriousness she used with Jiro when he first arrived and they went up against Casa and the Koolan Children. She looked at him and said "I'm being serious here Zelmon i want to do this as a thank you" and she stepped closer to him. Zelman looked at Mimiko and grabbed her pulling her close as he let his fangs grow out. "Know this then, You cannot back out, you will belong to me. mind,body and blood. When I give an order you know nothing but yes." He brushed his fangs against her neck and held onto her so that their bodies were pressing closely together. "You are mine." were the last things he said before he sank his fangs into her neck. At first there would be the sharp sting of pain before the wave of pleasure started to over run the pain. Mimiko tensed but after the sting was gone she relaxed and as a moan of pleasure escaped her lips she said "Yes Master Zelman i know i cant back out" her voice showed she wanted to feel more pleasure. Jiro found them and said "Zelman what are you doing" Sei, Kain and Kotaro caught up and stopped. Sei said "Zelman i take it she choose to serve you and give you some of her blood as her thank you for saving her then" To which Jiro got pissed and bit his lip causing it to bleed slightly. Zelman held onto Mimiko as he fed from the blood of a virgin before pulling his fangs out and licking the wound shut closing it. "It was of her own choice." He looked at Mimiko then started to walk off. "I have business to attend to. Mimiko I will see you at my keep when the sun rises. My orders for you have already been sent to you." He laughed abit before he walked into the rising fog of the night. as he walked off Mimiko would of noticed a small paper list in her pocket, it was order from Zelman she was to be at his place before the sun rose. In a tight fighting short silk dress and to await her master. She was to have heels and pantyhose and to be there for Zelman when he got back. She nodded "Yes sir" and she walked over to Sei, Kotaro and Kain, ignoring Jiro she knelt down "Kotaro joney i work for Mr. Zelman now so i have to go to work now ok. I need you to be good and stay with Sei and your brother" She stood up and thanked Sei and Kain and left saying "Jiro if you have a problem with this then take it up with my new boss Mr. Zelman" and with that she ran off to get the things for her out fit. Once she had them and changed she waited at the main gate for him to return at dawn in a pair of Red heels with gold stitching, skin tone pantyhose, and a red silk skin tight short skirted dress and a new gold locket with the kanji for the words 'Love' and 'Courage' on it. Her hair was done in a new style to were it was partedon the side and hang in her face covering the left eye and she even had fire type color make up on. The Main gate slowly opened when she got there and she was walked into the large manor and headed down to Zelman's room. The room was dark so she had time to find the couch and set herself up to wait for Zelman. When he did finally return the candles in the room slowly lit and illuminated the room. Zelman walked in holding a small black briefcase. He looked over at Mimiko but said nothing as he put the briefcase away. "Hello My pet. I do hope you found everything you needed." She stood up and bowed "Um yes sir i did get you wrote down, heels and a silk short dress and i added a new hair style, make up and a locket if that is ok" she was nervous and it showed in her voice. She asked softly "What is the first order sir" she was wondering what her new job entailed. Zelman nodded and looked Mimiko over and nodded as he walked over to his couch and sat down. "First of all. Relax, Second your orders are to do what ever I tell you to or endure whatever I do to you." He then got up and walked around her before grabbing her from behind and licking her neck. "Wiggle for me, try to struggle." He smiled and let his fangs brush against her neck as one hand held her arms behind her back while his free hand ran up along her pantyhosed legs. She tensed up and try to get free, not liking her hands pinned after what happened when he saved her "S sir w what are you doing" she was scared and struggled. Zelman held onto her,letting his hand inch up to the edge of her dress around her thighs as he kissed her neck. "Don't worry my pet, get used to being restrained. Either by myself or being tied up for your master, and since you are being such a good girl, I guess I will reward you." He grinned and plunged his fangs back into her neck, the same spot as earlier. this time it didn't hurt as much but the pleasure came faster and harder. soon it would become addicting to her but that would take some time. Mimiko relaxed and then melted as she felt his fangs sink into her skin and she let out a loud moan of pleasure and with out wanting it to, her back arched pushing her neck closer to his body for him to drink more and her face gained a slight blush showing she enjoyed this particular order she had to obey. She began to squirm from pleasure now and she mumbled "M masteer Z zelman i i'm g getting w wet" she had no control of her actions at this point and she could feel her self getting wetter the more he drank and a small bit began to run down her leg leaving a wet trail in the pantyhose. She thought to her self 'This is totally different from when Jiro bites. Is it cause Jiro sees me as a way to be strong and Zelman sees me as me' her mind was spinning and her heart began to race from the feeling of him sucking her blood. Zelman slowly slid his hand up under her dress and in between her legs running his hand up along her inner thigh as he fed from her. He soon stopped feeding but kept his fangs in her so that the pleasure would keep increasing as long as he had his fangs in her. He then started to speak into her mind as he fed from her. "Learn my pet that as you gian pleasure from this you will be required to give me the pleasure that I give you. that's why your wardrobe will change to how I see fit and how you act. now keep squirming." She moaned and it did not take much to make her squirm as the pleasure she felt increased. She was about to hit the floor so she spoke up "S sir m my legs are g giving out, could we move to the couch please" she squirmed hard from the pleasure of him and added "I've never felt this kind of pleasure fro went Jiro would bite me Master Zelman. Just then a knock came to his door and his other assistant Sayuka said not opening it "Sir a Jiro Mochizuki is wanting in" Jiro shouted "Zelman we need to talk!" Mimiko froze and said softly "S sir" Zelman slowly pulled his fangs out of Mimiko and released her as he licked his lips. He walked back over to the couch and looked over at Sayuka and shrugged. "Let him in." Outside of the building the leader of the gang that had attacked Mimiko watched at Jiro got to the building and was let into the building. "Now what does the silver blade have to do with Zelman clock?" Jiro came in and stared at Mimiko "I came to get Mimiko back so you dont drain her to death" Mimiko walked with Sayuka to the bathroom to clean up and then came back and the two girls stood behind Zelman. Sayuka said "Sir what shall Mimiko and i do" Mimiko stood there in her outfit with her newest mark from Zelman in sight of Jiro's eyes "Sir any orders for us" Mimiko thought 'he may be better to be with then Jiro' Zelman just held out his hand for them to stay quiet and not to speak. "Jirou, I take only what I need. You can see that she is fine. I haven't drained her nor do I tend on doing that. She offered herself, and that's the end of that." He watched Jirou and folded his arms over his chest before looking at him. "You young blood need to learn some manners about coming into someone's home unannounced." Jiro got pissed and said "How can you call me 'young blood' when my blood is from the sage Alice Eve my own former lover herself Zelman Clock" he stood and asked Mimiko "Please come back Kotaro is worried and I need you" Miiko knelt down and held tight to Zelman's hand "Jiro I came here of my own will, if Kotaro wants to see me i'm sure Zelman would be ok with him coming" she looked at Zelman to see his answer "Sir" Zelman looked at Jirou and glared baring a fang but sat back. "I call YOU young because you are. You have not lived as long as I have. and yes I know you inherited the Blood of the Sage Eve, Silver Blade." He looked over at Mimiko then nodded. "Yes, by all means let the little one come by here, as I said before when you first came here he's more then welcome to come. Now Jiro that is settled. Mimiko,Sayuka, do see our guest out." Sayuka took Jiro and Mimiko followed as both bowed "Yes sir Mr. Zelman" they escourted Jiro out and then came back after a few minutes. Sayuka asked "Sir may i ask why you refuse to drink from me" the hint of jealousy on her words. Mimiko froze not sure what to do "Sayuka i dont think that is proper to ask of Master Zelman" Zelman looked at Sayuka. "Because then your mind would become clouded and addicted and you would prove then to be of little service to me and my errands, Besides you aid me in other ways." and in that he spoke of in bed but knew that now he would do the same with Mimiko. but she would also be subservient to Sayuka. "Now Mimiko..I have given you, how do you plan to return?" Sayuka left to go back to her things leaving them alone. Mimiko blushed "I'm not sure what i could do sir, as you have tasted i'm still virgin and have no idea on how i could return" her voice showed she was nervou, scared, and even liking him. Jiro sat in the shade with Sei and hung his head "Sei how could i have lost her to Zelman of all people" Kotaro was playing near by with Kain so Jiro and Sei could talk. Zelman looked at Mimiko and shrugged. "You'll have to figure out." He sat back and eyed her up. He knew it was going to be fun having her around as another servant. Sei looked at Jiro and gave a light shrug. "It is hard to understand why Jiro, But with her and him we may be able to know more of what he does since now we'll have an insider." Mimiko blushed and said "Um d do you...have a..." she was trying not to be so embaressed. SHe walked over and sat on the couch near him and said softly and shyly "D do you have anyone you love as a mate" the question came out and she turned red from asking. Jiro had tears form "Sei if you saw it you would have been worried, she knelt by him and grabbed his hand as if they were lovers when she spoke to me" Kotaro ran over "Hey brother i think that if Mimi does like him then maybe she can get him to be our friend" Zelman looked at Mimiko and laughed for some time before he stopped and sat back. "I have not been asked that in ages but no I do not my pet." He got up for a second and looked at Mimiko and grinned. "Come here my pet. middle of the room and kneel down, legs spread abit." Sei looked at Jiro and nodded. "I know this troubles you, but you do have a mission and cannot get too attached." Jiro sighed "I know." he looked at Kotaro "Kotaro i have to leave again and i need you to stay and behave for Sei got it. Sei i will be leaveing the zone again and will let you know ahead of time when i will return through Kotaro." Jiro got up and vanished. Mimiko went over and knelt down like he said and asked "Sir could i...become your girlfriend mate" her face went red from not knowing how he would react to her feelings or questions "I'm sorry that was wrong of me to ask sir" Zelman watched her knowing she obeyed well. "You cannot just force those things on people my pet. as for right now you are my pet and I am your master. You will do as I say." He looked at her and kneeled behind her and grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back and with her legs spread abit he then connected the rope to her ankles to keep her exposed to him. "Tell your master what you want him to do to you." Sei watched Jiro vanish before looking at Kotaro and smiling. "Hungry?" Kotaro smiled "Yeah i am, can we get ramen?" Mimiko gasped at being bound and said "I want to be loved for the first time. And i want to be yours forever Master Zelman" her dress tore on the side from how she was positioned so a bit of her thigh showed through the rip. Sei looked at Kotaro and nodded and looked up at Cain. "Lets go." Zelman looked at Mimiko and grinned licking his lips and nodded. "good,you shall be mine forever.." He smiled and moved a hand over her sides. "tell me how does it feel to be tied and exposed, helpless to what ever your master may want to do to you, knowing you cannot stop him?" SHe blushed and said "I it feels good master. I want to do anything for you. Please master Zelman make me yours in any way you want" she moved her hand trying to struggle for him. Kain walked over "Alright sir, are you sure its ok to let him go after Casa alone Sei" Kotaro smiled "Hey Sei lets be best friends ok" Zelman laughed. that was just a fraction of the true dark nature he knew resided inside of her. "You can do better then that my pet, I know you can. If you can convince me then you'll be rewarded. but if you can..I'll just keep you unsatisfied and wanting." He smiled and moved to the couch and sat down watching her. Sei nodded. "Yes Im sure." He then looked at Kotaro and nodded. "we will." Kotaro was happy and hugged Sei "Yey come on let go eat" Mimiko struggled more "Please master i want to be with you...ow" she hit the trying to get free and her dress ripped more to where her white panties were showing a bit. She turned red and tryed to get her hands free "Please sir i want to be loved so badly. I have asked Jiro and he always ignored my question, i feel like i can be myself and have you seen me for me not just a compromiser between red and black bloods. If you asked i would even become a black blood for you" she froze and turned away from his eyes and continued to struggle. Zelman watched Mimiko and grinned. "So you give your body to your master..good." He smiled and untied her. only to retie her to the table having her bend over it and tied her legs to the legs of the table. He smiled and walked over to her running his hand up the back of her legs. "beg for it then. beg for your master to please himself in you. beg for him to rape and ravage you." Sei nodded and headed to go get Ramen for Kotaro. Miiko moaned at his touch and said "Master please take me, make me yours, do anything you want master just know I love you" she squirmed from being tied and as she felt his hands on her she started to get wet "Please master rape me, do anything just make me yours in every way possible" Zelman watched Mimiko and ran his hand up along her pantyhosed legs before pulling her hose and panties down abit as he unzipped his pants and slowly slid himself into her. "All right then my pet, I shall make you mine." He grinned and pushed himself into her as she squirmed for him. "You may think all we vampires do s drink blood and sleep but we do the same as you humans." Mimiko screamed from the pain of him taking her virginity and said softly "Thank you mast, thank you for taking me as yours" she moaned and wanted to have more pleasure "Please master more, i want to feel more master. Oh god Zelman, I love you" she said being taken over by the feeling of him in side her and him being the first to enter her. Zelman looked at Mimiko and grinned and kept pushing against her running his hands down along her sides then up to her mouth, sticking his fingers in making her suck on his fingers as he kissed her neck and sunk his fangs in. She screamed in pleasure and arched her back pushing her neck as close to him as she could. "Oh master, god i love how you treat me like a person" she said moaning and struggleing to get free to be pressed against his body as she got wetter by the second. Gasping for air as she got wet she moaned and begged him "Dont stop master, please do more, take whatever you want from me" Zelman laughed and kept pushing away inside of her as he kept it up. His mind speaking to her. "you struggle to get free, but your master enjoys seeing you all tied up and helpless. it looks good on you,now talk dirty for your master to please him." Mimiko threw her head back as she screamed "Oh god master! Yes oh that feels so good, fuck me harder aster, please more, i want more, take all the blood you want master. I dont care what you do aside from killing me" she began to buck her hips a bit not in control and moaned as she came hard for the first time and collasped on to the table trying to regain her breath. Zelman let out a growl as he bucked into her and held onto her hips and started to release inside of her. Once he was done he pulled out and sat back on the couch and pulled out another cigarette and ignited it. He looked at Mimiko and nodded. The ropes untied from her. "good girl, now know you'll be sleeping here from now on." Mimiko stood and looked at him "Yes sir and thank you very much for this. She walked to the door to go clean up in the bathroom and said "Sir i meant what i said about loving you and i dont ever expect for you to return it just wanted you to know i love being with you and that Jiro is more like a brother, just like Kotaro is like my little brother" she bowed and left to clean up. Zelman watched her walk out before he buzzed Sayuka to tell her to look after Mimiko, get her a new set of wardrobe and help her move into the manor. He sat back on the couch and blew out a puff of smoke He also left note for Sayuka and Mimiko for them to go shopping tomorrow for outfits for both of them and to get her set up. Sayuka said ok and then helped Mimiko move that night and in the morning they would go shop. Mimiko went back to the room and knocked "Sir could i speak with you a moment" Kotaro found them a table and said "Sei over here" he giggled having just become friends with Sei. Zelman opened his eyes and looked at Mimiko and put the cigarette out and sat back. "What is it Mimiko?" Sei sat down at a seat beside Kotaro and smiled as a waiter came over and took their order. She looked at him and said "Well i need to have you tell the company that i am working for you now or i will get in trouble big time" she walked over to him and knelt down "Would it be possible for you to call them and tell the what is going on sir" Zelman looked at Mimiko and nodded. "Yes I will take care of it, now go and rest you have a full day ahead of yourself with Sayuka." He yawned abit and nodded sending her on her way. Sei watched Kotaro finish eating and smiled. "day draws near we should head inside and rest, lets all go now." She nodded and said "Thank you sir" she then left. Kotaro smiled "Alright Sei, i cant wait to see what we do for fun tomorow" The day slowly came, by the time it was up and shining, Zelman had sealed himself to sleep for the day. now it would be up for Mimiko and Sayuka to go and go shopping and enjoy some time and get to know one another. The special zone was alive and vibrant during the day time but there was an unknown darkness that was slowly starting to get stronger by the passing days. The girls went out and had fun getting to know each other. Mimiko got a new wardrobe and Sayuka got a few things as well and they had fun. Kotaro slept nicely and was happy that he and Sei had become friends. As the girls were out shopping and heading for the exit someone was watching them. As they got out and rounded an alley corner they were grabbed and dragged into the alley. It was the leader of the new clan. He looked at the two girls as they were held by his partners and nodded as they were dragged into the abandoned warehouse and forced inside and tied up. Sayuka screamed for help but none come. Mimiko closed her eyes hoping she could get zelman like when he talked to her in her mind 'Zelman can you hear me, oh please if you can that guy from before kidnapped me and Sayuka' she prayed he could hear her. Sayuka began to cry "Someone help us please" not more then a normal voice for haivng accepted that they were doomed to die. Mimiko kept trying and hoping to reach Zelman 'please come to help us if you can master, i'm scared and dont want to be attacked' Zelman slowly woke up hearing Mimiko cry out. He blinked and woke up before ehading out focousing on her voice. The guy looked at the two and laughed running a hand over the both of them, inspecting them and feeling them up. "yes you will sell just nicely." He laughed and looked at their bags. "even have outfits to sell them in." Sayuka looked at Mimiko and asked "How can you not be scared Mimiko" Mimiko did not open her eyes concentrating on Zelman to help him find her "Cause i'm focusing to help master Zelman" 'Zelman please hurry love they are talking of us selling nicely' she longed to hear him say he was there to save her. They looked at Mimiko and Sayuka and looked to their boss. He nodded and the men moved infront of the girls and unzipped and forced them to start sucking them. The leader then headed out knowing that Zelman was coming. He would intercept him before he could get to the girls. Sayuka cryed hard as she was forced to suck on the guy. Mimiko ignored that fact keeping her eyes shut 'Zelman watch out the leader is coming to intercept you while i'm forced to suck on his servant' hoping he would be ok and help her out soon The Servants kept the girls sucking before eventually releasing in their mouth. They looked at them and laughed. "What should we do now?" another shrugged. "Have our fun with them." Zelman would punish the men for what they were doing to his girls. "Don't worry im coming for you two and will help you erase their taste and replace it with mine how does that sound?" Sayuka had began to like the guy after sucking on him for a bit. Mimiko cryed 'Hurry they want to have their way, taste i dont care about, its anyone other then you inside me i am scared of Zelman' she said struggling and kicking the guys away from her to stay clean of them til he got there 'please i dont want to get raped zelman' Zelman focused on where they were before a ball of flame seemed to appear in the room. "Get down and pray to your god." the room lit onto fire, the men being scorched and exploding into ash as the ropes holding them broke. "you two head home. but i want you two dressed up, play a little with each other to warm up for me." Zelman met with the leader and started the fight. Sayuka bowed and ran home "Thank you sir" Mimiko ran to him and hugged him "Thank you for coming before they could do anything worse then cum in my mouth" she kissed him quick on the lips and ran back to the manor with Sayuka. On of the guys shouted "Hey jerk you just let our fun escape, boss is gonna hurt you now" Zelman looked back at the guy and glared before he snapped his fingers letting the man light on fire. The leader looked at Zelman and bowed. "Zelman clock, The prince with Red eyes, The Ancient Hunter, Red Eye Zelman, the bearer of god's flame. It will be an honor to finally extinguish the flame." The other guy who was still not on fire asked "Why would the Great Zelman Clock save to humans like those we had tied up" the one on fire dead now. The girls sat back at the manor and comforted each other by fingering the other and moaning. Mimiko sent a thought to Zelman 'master we are ready now' Zelman looked at them and cracked his knuckles. "Because they are my humans." The leader looked at Zelman before issuing his man to vanish. "This isn't over yet Zelman." He glared before vanishing with his partner. Zelman sighed and shook his head before starting to head back to the manor. "I do hope you two are dressed up for me." Mimiko giggled 'yes master we are. She has a balck mini skirt and matching haulter top, and i have a red strapless mini dress. We both have make up on and are on my bed wet for you' Sayuka layed there rubbing her clit praying that tonight she would finally be bitten by Zelman Zelman nodded and made his way back to the manor. He headed down to the rooms and opened the door looking at both Mimiko and Sayuka and licked his lips as he walked over to the bed and looked at them. "Hmm..who first." He smiled watching the two. "each of you tell me why I should take you instead of the other." Sayuka said "Because you have not taken me for a while master" Mimiko leaned back against her head board and said "I dont care if you take her first, just make her stop whining about never being bitten by you. Thats all i ask master Zelman" the girls sat beside each other and waited for him to pick. Sayuka of course wanting it to be her more then anything. Zelman looked at Sayuka and got onto the bed before pinning her down and holding her down as he bore his fangs. "All right then." He looked at her and kissed her neck before plunging his fangs into her and letting his hands wander all over her body. Mimiko fingered her self as she watched him have fun with Sayuka. Sayuka moaned and squirmed from the sure pleasure of finally being bitten by him "Oh thank you Master Zelman, thank you for bitting me finally" and she began to arch her back. Mimiko looked at him her eyes saying 'thank you for saving me again sir' as she played with herself in front of him. Zelman held Sayuka down and fed off of her as his hand slid up along her legs to the edge of her skirt. The supression team came to the area where Zelman had rescued the girls and pretty much lit the place on fire. "what the heck happened here?" The leader of the supression team shrugged. "A fight but who would Zelman be going after, it seems we may have to pay a visit." Kotaro was out with Kain and saw the team and a few burn marks that were Zelmans "Hey mister Why do you have stuff with Mr. Zelman's fire mark on it" Kain walked up and put Kotaro on his shoulder "What is the supression tema doing near Zelman's manor, Cheif Sahara" One of the workers who did landury for Zelman said "My my, the cheif of the supresion team and Kain the blue wolf, with young master Kotaro to what are these visits". Kotaro smiled we came to see Mr. Zelman and Mimi" The Supression team was packing up its gear. "well it seems we are doing the same thing. We have to visit him to get him to explain what happened so that we know its not a resurgence of the kowloon Children. Otherwise we don't know why Zelman clock would unleash such a great attack in an enclosed area." The worker said "Hmm young master Kotaro you remember where the common room is. I will take you to wait there while i go to get the master and his helpers,Miss Sayuka and Miss Mimiko." SHe lead them to where they could wait. She then left and went to the room Mimiko is in and knocked "Miss i know this is a bad time but the younger Mochizuki master is here with a few members of the supresion team and kain the blue wolf. She never touched the door and then went back with cola and cookies for them to have while they wait. Mimiko froze and spoke out loud "Shit why the hell is the supresion team here" Zelman sighed and Slowly pulled himself out of Sayuka and wiped off on her thighs before zipping himself up and cleaning himself up. "Fine, Mimiko go ahead and meet with them, Sayuka. you and I will deal with the suppression team." He just shook his head and grumbled abit but exited the room and headed out to talk with the suppression team Mimiko nodded "Yes sir" and she put sweats and a sweater over her dress and went to see Kotaro. Once in the room she was pinned by him "Mimi, why are you here and not home where i normally see you. Oh um brother is upset and he went after Casa again to clear his mind." Kain spoke up "Jiro seems to think that he has lost you completely to Zelman Miss Katsuragi." Mimiko sighed "Kain thank you for the tip. Kotaro i want you to do me a huge favor, let me know as soon as he is back. I'm going to talk with Zelman and get it set up so that you, me, Jiro and Zelman all sit down some where and talk about this ok" Kotaro nodded "Right, um Mimi, do you hate us or something, is that why you moved here" Mimiko smiled "No Kotaro i dont hate you, in fact i love you and Jiro. But that love is from a girl to her brothers, i see you and Jiro as brothers. I moved here because I love Zelman as a boyfriend ok" Kotaro nodded and told her that he was with Sei while Jiro was gone and that he would like to eat ramen with her and Zelman sometime, saying that zelman owed him some ramen. The Supression team spoke to Zelman about the attack inside of the warehouse. "You humans don't get their fast enough and by the time you would of gotten there they would of been gone. I did what I had to, to insure that they were safe. I can assure you that they were not kowloon children but they were something strong Im not sure what blood line they were or who let them in but they are here and trying to spread." He sighed and shook his head. "Any further questions you can speak to my assistant." He then turned and left the room. Sayuka said "So gentlemen any further questions that i can answer for you" Kotaro sat with Mimiko on the couch in the comon area "Mimi when will you come back and stay in your old home" Kain sat and watched the two talk from the near by chair. Mimiko sighed "Kotaro i plan to stay here with Zelman for as long as i love him ok hun. And i would like it if you call me sister ok" she sent tiny message to zelman 'hun i need help explaining this to kotaro' She gave Kotaro another cookie and said "What is it that Jiro doesnt like about this" Kotaro said "The fact that Mr. Zelman bit you twice Mimi and that you are here at all" Zelman heard Mimiko's message and was half the mind to ignore her but he came up and looked at Kotaro and smiled tossing him a can of coke. "Hello there Kotaro." He even pulled out a drink for Kain if he wanted it but said nothing to him as he watched the young Mochizuki. "What can I do for you today?" Kotaro looked up at him "Hey Mr. Zelman, why is brother mad at you so badly and why did you bite Mimi" his eyes were full of concern and longing to know the trueth. Kain accepted the the drink and just sat to make sure Kotaro was ok and waited. Mimiko sighed and looked at Zelman, her eyes scared of what to do. Zelman looked at Kotaro and shrugged. "Your brother is upset because I did something he would not, why did I bite Mimi? Because she asked me to. Its what she asked and she agreed to it." Kotaro looked confused "Mimi why did you ask him to bite you when brother does it for you anytime you want" Mimiko sighed "Kotaro honey i asked Zelman to bite me because i want to be with him as lovers. You and Jiro are more of like brothers to me and the love i have for you guys is that of family love ok" Kain looked at her "Mimiko we need to know if you are still a compromiser or not" Mimiko shook her head "Sorry Kain but i'm not, I do know someone who can take over for me though" Zelman just looked at Kain then to Kotaro and was quiet but lit up another cigarette and ignited it with his fingers and sat back on a couch. "Now Kain is there anything else you wish to know about before we cut this little meeting because I grow a little hungry and want to get some food." Kain said "Just to know who Mimiko plans to have take her spot" Mimiko smiled and set Kotaro down "My younger sister Kimiko. SHe is younger by one year and she is just like me. Hey Kotaro would you like to meet her personally, she is coming to visit in about a week" Kotaro's eyes lit up "Yeah i would Mimi" He and Kain left. Mimiko stood up and turned to face Zelman "So master Zelman what was it you wanted to have for food" Zelman cracked his knuckles and headed to where the kitchen was kept in the manor before starting to search through the many cabinets and refrigerators. "Something to eat after all it is...hey what time is it anyway?" He never really bothered about time because he could go for days without sleep and often did. "See if you or Sayuka want any food." Mimiko smiled "Its about 7 pm Sir" Sayuka walked in "And its ok if you two eat i'm not hungry" Mimiko smiled at her "Hey Sayuka what did the supresion team want" Sayuka did not answer in case Zelman wanted to tell her. Zelman just shrugged showing that he didn't care if Sayuka told Mimiko what went on. He kept digging through the fridge before pulling out some of the soup Sayuka had made a few days ago and heated it up in a flash and set it in a new bowl and started to eat. "if you want some you can have some." Mimiko pulled some from the fridge and went behind him to get the microwave since she could not do what he did. Sayuka said "Well Mimiko they basically asked about what happened and i told them just that, we got caught and were gonna be sold as slaves but master Zelman saved us. Then they left without another word" Mimiko sighed and popped open the microwave. Zelman nodded and kept eating but as he did an idea started to formulate inside of his head. He looked at his two girls and smiled and finished up the soup before he started to pace abit trying to formulate and pull all the strings of his thought together. "Sayuka, Mimiko. what I am going to suggest may make some sense and will be dangerous but it may be a way to gain information and once and for all get rid of these new vampires who think that they can be rid of me." The girls looked at him confused. Sayuka asked "Sir what are you talking about" Mimiko sat and listened carefully to him while she ate her soup "Master Zelman i would be happy to help you in any way i can" she ate her soup and smiled at him curious to know what he was thinking of Zelman looked at Mimiko then to Sayuka and nodded. "It would involve you two going under cover. You would infiltrate the group that has been trying to attack. find out why they are and what their plans are. I know it seems selfish but im also looking out for the safety of the special zone and don't want anything to happen to it. Its home." Sayuka was afraid to do it. But Mimiko stood up and said "Sir i would be happy to help you even after the incident" she walked over and kissed him on the lips just as Kotaro burst in "Mimi brother is back and he's hurt badly" Mimiko looked at Zelman "Help me please" Sayuka got the first aid to help as well. Zelman looked at Mimiko and nodded. "Fine my pet, lead the way." He pulled his coat on and started to head out of the manor following Kotaro. "Young blood, always getting himself into trouble." Kotaro lead them to Jiro who was passed out and sitting on the front steps. Kotaro ran over "Brother, wake up brother i gotr Mimi" Mimiko sat down and sighed "Damn it Jiro why do you always end up like this?" Zelman walked over and looked at Jiro and shook his head before walking and getting a bottle of water and holding it. when he came to he would pour it on him just to see if he was back to normal. "Okay so what happened to cause this whole thing?" He sat back wondering how it happened and what Jiro was doing. Jiro woke to the water "Damn it Zelman what the hell. ANd this whole thing is Casa's fault the new vamps to the zone are her followers though not Koolan children yet" he looked at Mimiko "What are you doing here" Mimiko sighed "Shut up and listen. I am here cause i am Zelmans girl ok. The love i have for you is family love just like with Kotaro" she then moved her hairt to show him Zelman's mark claiming her Zelman closed the bottle water and put it away. "See it worked..he's back to himself." He nodded hearing about Cassandra and the new vampires. "either way we'll find out what we need to know, Mimiko, come." He then turned and started to head off. "See you again boy, glad your u and about." Jiro shouted "Wait Zelman, why do you need Mimiko" Zelman looked back and laughed as he walked back to Manor. He looked around and headed to his room. "How to start this..how to get you on the inside Mimiko." He shrugged and called up. "Sayuka, get done here. help me come up with ideas." Sayuka ran and said "What kind of ideas sir" Mimiko said "I know Casa and if i go dressed as the compromiser she is sure to recognize me" trying to see if that would work Zelman shook his head. "No then she'd know we were onto her and her plan and she'd just move off. We need to get you in there without setting off suspicion. Hmm..Im sorry but...You'll have to go in as a victim, willing or not." A knock came on the door and a girl poked her head in "Um excuse me, i was told my sister mimiko was here" Mimiko ran over and pulled her in "Kimiko you are just in time. Zelman she is new why not send her in with me, since she needs to learn what my job intales for dealing with" Sayuka looked at Zelman concerned Zelman looked at the two then at Mimiko. "Are you certain you wish to put your sister in that kind of situation, knowing what may happen?, No I am not responsible for an innocent, Only you My pet. If she wished to then it is her choice. otherwise my pet I want you to get dressed up, alluring, seductive and we are going to put you right out there for you to get into them." Jiro and Kotaro walked in "Hold on Zelman if this involves Casa and anyone related to Mimiko then we are to be included Got it" Kimiko ran over to him and said "Oh my god i never thought i would get to meat the Sliver Blade. My name is Kimiko, Kim for short and i am a year younger then my sister Mimi" Jiro smiled "Pleasure to meat you. Please call me Jiro and this is my little brother Kotaro" Kotaro smiled "Hi, hey Mimi i didnt know you had a sister" Zelman looked at Sayuka. "remind me to change locks around the manor." He looked at Jiro and glared. "For one it shouldn't involve casa unless her cover is blown and two what gives you the nerve to walk into my home unannounced and think you can just waltz right in here like you own the place." He glared and held a small flame in his hand. Kim stepped infront of Jiro and said "I'm sorry i said he was with me and the i ran cause i heard my sister was here so i kind got seperated from him. I'm really sorry sir" Mimiko looked at Zelman "Forgive her this once Zelman please" Kotaro seemed a bit scared when he saw the flame in zelman's hand. Zelman looked at Mimiko and glared. "You think you can get away with these actions my pet. You will be punished for it, You do not do anything without my prior knowledge and consent." He held the flame in his hand before he turned and headed out of the room rather pissed off. He stormed off to the roof and walked to the top of it. Jiro sighed "You girls stay here with Kotaro i will go talk with him." Jiro then left to the roof and said softly and not wanting to be on bad terms "Zelman may i join you for a moment" Kotaro held tight to Mimiko "Mimi i'm scared i have never seen Mr. Zelman use his fire before" Zelman didn't even turn to face him. "You just can't let it rest, I didn't force the choice on her. It was of her own will that she chose, Not mine so you have no case against Me. But me...I can hold against you. just barging in unannounced into someone's home, That is just as for the job...Its part of the life she chose." Jiro sighed "I wanted to talk to you about that. Kim was telling the truth, she asked me where her sister was and once we were in the manor she ran off. I walked into the room cause the door was open and heard Mimiko. Plus Kotaro said he heard Casa's name and that got me mad cause of how badly she sliced me up. I am glad that you and Mimiko can be together Zelman and i hope we can be friends again" Jiro sat down a bit away to give zelman space and layed back "I guess i'm just over protective of her because she was the one who took us in when we first arrived here nd then finding out that she sees me as a brother, i just got concerned. I'm very sorry for how i've acted as of late Zelman" Zelman looked at Jiro and then outside. "I know. and do you remember who was the first to offer you to stay at a home. I did. I know we may never stand on the same side and one day we may face off, Silver Blade. But its that what we have that I enjoy. Sure I may be a sociopath and have no morals but I know the difference between whats right and what isn't. Casa is your problem. we're going in to see why this leader of theirs wants to be rid of me." Jiro scooted closer "Zelman if i could change anything it would have been us staying with you that way alot of what has happened could have been avoided. Not to mention we may have been better friends. You know Kotaro always asks me why you and i have such a hard time being friends yet you and him hit it great as friends. I want to help you out cause if these new vampires are linked to Casa then we can take them both out at once. What do say, Friends" he held his hand out in hopes of friendship. Zelman didn't turn to him except he pulled out a cigarette and flipped it over to him. A sign that he wasn't going to hold hostilities yet but a friendship still wasn't there. He just turned and looked at Jiro before turning and heading back inside. "You Can deal with Casa. My fight isn't with her. but the others, leave to me." Jiro sighed and a voice came to them "Hey guys we have a plan come on in" It was Mimiko and then she went in and waited for Jiro cause Zelman was fast. Once Jiro was inside Mimiko said "Guys we think we may have a plan that will work" Zelman walked down and looked at them tilting his head. "What is it? What is the plan?" He pulled off his jacket and looked at them before sitting down on his couch pulling Sayuka over. He watched them and pulled out a blood packet and drank from it abit as he held Sayuka in his lap. Mimiko sat on the couch holding Kotaro and said "Both me and Kim will go under cover and find out info that we need to take them down." Kim walked over to Jiro sitting in a chair and said "While Mimi and I are gathering information you two..." she pointed at Jiro and Zelman "Have to be friends again or mimi and i agreed we would not do it" Mimiko looked at Zelman "Thats right hun, You and Jiro have to be friends again ok. Do it for me please, i know he is a pain but weren't you guys friends before i came here" Kotaro hopped down and ran over to Zelman "Hey Mr. Zelman, i think its a great idea having them both go in since they want to help both you and brother at the same time" Zelman just looked at them and lit up another cigarette but said nothing. "wouldn't put it as friends, just that we never saw the need or a reason to go against each other but fine we'll do it." He sighed and just kept smoking. it was surprising that all the smoking he did never affected his overall health. Mimiko walked over and kissed his cheek "Thank you Zelman" She then went to sat down as her sister sat with her and they pulled out small transceivers. Kim said "These are what we will be using to talk to each other for her to send tellapathic messages to Zelman of both situations so Jiro is going to be near by alot for info on Casa" Zelman shook his head. it was getting over complicated and that could cause problems. but if they wanted to risk it then fine by him. "One problem. just how do you think you'll get them to show up let alone let you into them?" They stopped and looked at him "We dont know" Kim said sighing and leaning back "Man Mimi what are we gonna do, we dont know how to get in" Mimiko looked down "I dont know sis, i just dont know" Zelman nodded. "Well then we will have to go with my original plan. You'll have to be captured by them and get in through that way. So like I said Mimiko I want you to get dressed up, alluring, seductive and we are going to put you right out there for you to get into them." He cracked his knuckles and sat back. Kim said "What do we do if they try to bite us" Jiro sighed and looked at Zelman "Zelman we might have to turn them if this is to work" Zelman shook his head. "They wont. they are selling for Sex and blood not to change them. To them its a buisness and so they need them unchanged. Not a vampire." Jiro nodded and sat there hoping everything would work. Kim said "Well then i guess Mimiko and i should go change and come back to show you guys, right" Mimiko got up and took her sister to change Zelman just sat back and waited wondering how they would look so that they can deal with this plan. He yawned and reached into his table counter and pulled out a pop and started to drink from it. The girls come back in and have matching outfits. Strapless black mini dresses, rad heels, and make up. Mimiko said "Will this work sir" she looked at Zelman waiting to see what he said. Kim stood there nervous as Jiro walked up and said "You both look beautiful" and he kissed Kim's hand. Kim and Mimiko both blushed at Jiro's words Zelman looked at Mimiko and nodded. "Yes now you'll need to head out there. you can either be willing or we can do it unwilling which may draw them out even more but that one is all up to you." He looked at the two and sat back wondering what they would decide on. this plan hinged on it. "Good luck." Mimiko walked over to Zelman and kissed his lips quick "We will go willingly. I will keep in touch mentally ok sir" She walked to her sister and Jiro "Kimiko we have to leave now". Kim nodded "Ok. We'll keep in touch Jiro" she blushed and kissed his lips fast then ran to the door to catch her sister. Zelman nodded and watched them head outside and to the streets. as they walked the streets they were being watched by scouts of the new gang. they watched the girls and murmured to each other. "they look good." Mimi and Kim walked a bit and looked in store windows acting normal. Mimiko sent a message to Zelman 'Sir they have not shown up yet but i sense them watching us' SHe turned to her sister "I saw you kiss Jiro you know" Kim blushed "What, cant i think the guy know as Silver Blade is cute. I gave him a kiss cause well....i like him" Mimiko smiled "Its ok sis really, i think he may like you to so it all works out" Zelman nodded. "Thats fine my pet. Know that we wont come for some time. You'll have to get in. infiltrate, gain their trust and give us information. when we get what we need then we will come for you. Im sorry but that is the plan." The others watched Mimiko and Kimiko before dropping down and whistling. Mimiko said 'Understood and i love you Zelman'. Kim and Mimiko turned as they heard the whistling and said "What do you guys want" Mimiko was forced to walk back and pin herself in front of her sister against a wall The others looked at the girls and laughed as they walked closer to them. "Now what are you two fine ladies doing out on the streets like this huh." They got closer and closer till they had them pinned in. "I think you two should come with us." Mimiko said "Why would we go with you, your not our boyfriends" Kim got scared and said "Sis they have fangs" Mimiko talked to Zelman 'i think they just showed up cause we are pinned to a wall about to be taken' They watched Mimiko and Kimigo before they grabbed them quickly grabbing cloths to put to their mouths to keep them silent as they hauled them off. "There is no point in resisting." They dragged them off and tied them before hauling them off to the warehouse. Kim and Mimiko tried to fight to seem like they were not watning to go as Mimi said 'Zelman they grabbed us and we are at a ware house now' Kim thought hard 'i wish jiro could save us now, i'm scared' Zelman heard. "Mimiko. try not to transmit until you get information. I have a feeling they can interept the transmission. do it when your safe..don't fight. do as asked." They dragged Mikiko and Kimiko out before tossing them onto the ground. "now what to do with you two." Kim stayed as close as possible to Mimiko "What are you doing this for, who is controlling you jerks" Mimiko asked not wanting to get hurt They laughed and looked at the two. one of them left to make a call while the other watched Mimiko and grinned looking at the two. "You know you talk too much, but I know a way to stop that." "What are you doing to us" Mimiko refused to shut up "I am not giving you anything you damn evil vampire." she then went on to say something rude "You are acting just as bad as those koolan chidren that attacked the special zone last year" He looked at Mimiko and grabbed her reaching under her dress and pulling down her panties gagging her with them. He then did the same to Kimiko and looked at the two. "Who to play with first." Kim started to cry and tryed reaching zelman 'i dont want to be raped' Just then Casa walked in "What are you doing to them. I said not to touch them" she walked over to Mimiko and said "Long time no see Mimiko, let me guess Jiro and you aint together" Mimiko said "Thanks for ungaging me and yeah jiro is a jerk i was wondering if you could use a little help from me and my sister Kimiko" Casa smirked "Well saying that just saved you guys from becoming koolan children" The lower member just nodded and walked away mumbling. Zelman didn't answer them knowing its what could happen and accepting the mission ment accepting the fact. A figure walked out and looked at Casa and snapped his fingers telling her to get over. "Perhaps but she isn't the true power, I am." The man watched the two. One day he had over powered Casa and made her his slave. He used her as the figure head for the movement but he was the true leader. "Might of saved you from Kowloon. but not from slavery." Casa stood to the side after untieing the girls. Kimiko stood clinging to her sister scared. Mimiko said "And who are you" she glared at the man for having the lower guys be so cruel to women The man watched Mimiko and glared. "Who I am is of no concern to you at the moment, but you may call me Sir. Casa. See to it that these girls are put in the pens and make sure they are restrained." Casa nodded and took the girls away. After they were alone and it was safe Mimiko contacted Zelman 'Zelman you there sir, and is Jiro still there this is important to you both' Kim had fallen asleep leaning against her sister and mumbled "Jiro help" Zelman opened up the com. "What is it Mimiko?" Gin watched Cassa and looked at her. "What do you think you were doing interupting the ones who found those two." He glared and drew out his whip and lashed it out having it wrap around Cassa's throat. "on your knees and beg for forgiveness." Casa gasped and begged "I'm sorry sir but i was suprised to see Mimiko Katsuragi, the compromiser for the special zone as a new slave and then throw her little sister in to the mix and you can possibly rule the special zone. I thought it would be better if they werent raped that way they would help us with out any problems" Mimiko said 'Casa is a side kick to the guy in charge and she semmed suprised seeing me again she may help us get more info then we planned' Gin watched Casa and shook his head. "You know better then to disobey me and see that it doesn't happen again. Strip down to your nightgown and stockings and come out here ready to serve your master as punishment." Zelman nodded writing down the information. " Anything else Mimiko?" Casa stripped and walked over to him "I'm sorry for disobeying you sir" and she stood there waiting for her punishment. Mimiko said 'I'm not sure but it seemed that Casa is wanting to either get free from this guy or die to escape being his slave just as we have been made...got to go i think some one is coming' Gin watched Cassa and shook his head. "Your incompetence just surprises me. Now tell me how should I punish you for your failure?" He watched her and tilted his head. Zelman nodded. "all right be careful." Mimiko said 'we will, i love you and let jiro know that kim misses him' SHe then woke her sister up "Kim get up i think some one is coming" Kim woke up just as a boy in yellow showed up "Well, well, well. What is the Silver blades little blood source doing here" He smirked "Hello Mimiko Katsuragi, compromiser of the special zone, who is this girl with you" Mimiko smiled "Hello Yaffery, this is my sister Kimiko. So you under that guys control to" Yaffery sat and looked at them "Yeah i was told to guard you guys but i dont think it will hurt to talk as well. You can talk to that Zelman Clock guy mentally right, i want to ask for his help and for the silver blades help" Mimiko froze and said 'Zelman, Casa's brother yaffery wants to ask your's and Jiro's help' Zelman was skeptical about giving aid to Cassa and Yafuri. "What does he want?" Gino made Casa kneel infront of him and suck him off while a low level vampire slid himself into her. Casa obeyed and sucked on her master while the other fucked her thinking 'god why me'. Mimiko asked "Yaffery why do you want Zelman's help, you both he and Jiro want to kill you and Casa" Yaffery opened their cell and layed his head on her lap "Please tell him that if they help free me from killing people under orders, and help free Casa from being beaten all the time that i will willingly let them kill me" Mimiko was shocked at this and asked 'Zelman did you here that, maybe he and casa could help us out after all with this' she gently said "Yaffery you better get back to your spot before you get in trouble" yaffery nodded and went back and said with tears "I just want Casa to be free from slabery. SHe is force to be a sex slave to every single guy here, minus me but that wont last long if Gino has his way and kills Zelman, Jiro, Sei, even Kotaro" Gin looked at Casa and nodded as he was getting closer and closer to releasing inside of her mouth. The one in her pulled out and another started to but Gin snapped them away. He looked at Cassa and ran a hand through her hair. "That may be punishment but I still care and look after My Cassa." Zelman thought about it and shrugged. "I'll think about it." Casa had started to cry from what was happening. Kim and mimiko both said 'thank you Zelman' Zelman wasn't to pleased with wanting to help Casa and neither was Jirou. Gin looked at Casa and grinned and pulled her close wrapping an arm around her. "Why must you always think you can get away with failure then be surprised when you are punished. You know whats going to happen. You think it would be an incentive not to screw up. so tell my my pet, why do you then still screw up?" He sighed watching her and just shook his head. Casa looked at him and said "This screw up came from seeing the Special zone's compromiser. I'm sorry sir but i met the last time i was here visiting Jiro, the Silver blade and she was with him. I figured we could use her help more if she was not turned" Yaffery got up and went to get food for them and him. He got back with a thing of blood for him, and some normal eggs and pop for the girls "Mimiko here, let Zelman know that i will free you guys from this place even if it kills me" Mimiko looked at him "Yaffery why are you doing that" He smirked "Be cause so far i am the only one to have caught his bite mark on your neck Mimi, now eat for you are getting out tonight after Gin goes to sleep" and he then sat and acted as if he had not just told them anything. Mimiko asked "Zelman can you track were i call from, cause Yaffery just said he is busting us out" Gin looked at Casa then nodded. "All right then Casa. I want you to get the Silver Blade here. its time that we manage to take care of him once and for all." He cracked his knuckles and looked down. "Well what are you still doing standing here? I want this done 10 minutes ago, get moving!" He sighed and shook his head. Casa quickly got up and ran to get mimiko to use for bait to get Jiro. Once by the cell she saw her brother "Yaffery did you tell them" Yaffery nodded. Casa sighed "Gin wants us to get Jiro here asap and he said we are to take care of him once and for all" Yaffery gasped and said "Mimiko you can get them do it now, say its an emergency" Mimiko nodded "Zelman please you have to come get us now their boss Gin intends on killing both you and Jiro and turning me and my sister into koolan children" Kimiko held her sisters hand as she started to tear up

['Katsuragi', 'Jiro', 'Clock', 'Mimiko', 'Kotaro', 'Zelman']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/93957/

A New Queen for a Chief {darkest_Fate&Jack Stalker}

Emmareached for the bottle of water she'd set aside, taking a swig of its refreshing contents. The pretty Brit could feel the heat starting to seep into her body, and part of her almost wished that she could just blend in with the rest of the charity workers. It would be loads easier to just be another face in this crowd, a young woman who'd volunteered to come out and help some tribes affected by the latest environmental changes. There were a handful of them there, after all, though most of Emma's entourage almost counted more as an "entourage" than helpers.Various PR personnel had insisted that Emma have at least a few on site people to help: photographers and the like. If they were going to have an internationally famous star like Emma Watson at some remote village, then they'd need to get some pictures. Emma wouldn't have necessarily minded not getting the attention, but she could understand the wider scope here. Several people would see Emma doing this, be inspired, and come out and help.Though right now, they might not be quite as inspired. Emma tugged a bandana out of her tight jean short pocket. She swiped at her freckling face, wiping away grime along with the sweat that seemed almost constant. She'd like to pretend that she just "glistened' like everyone else, but the truth of the matter was quite visible on her skin. At least she'd started to freckle instead of burn, something that had been a slight concern for a pale English beauty. Emma stood out among all the dark skinned workers, a white ivory beauty amongst the ebony. But even her fellow aids didn't seem quite as pale as she, even after a few days in the heat.At least she didn't have to worry about propriety, at least, not more than she really wanted. The natives wore less than Emma would've ever been comfortable. Her own tight shorts, almost near corset top, and sensible boots were almost ornate compared to some of them, though apparently they wore their wealth to some degree, if Emma's knowledge was right. That didn't quite stop the looks, though her attractive European features probably helped."Excuse me, Miss Watson?" said one of the villagers, one that Emma vaguely recognized as working for one of the leaders. She didn't quite understand if there was a religious leader or a chieftain, and the two did seem to blend. There had been some meetings, but now, as she greeted the villager, Emma realized that said leader wanted to speak to her in private.So Emma followed, walking through the village, smiling and waving as she went. A few knew her from her previous roles: they weren't that remote. And many knew she was one of the nicer workers, if a little "weak" compared to most of them. Soon enough she'd be approaching one of the more impressive tents, ready to greet the occupant inside with as much deference as manners would necessitate. Warlord chief and Voodoo shamanTyrese Krutangahad known that as soon as the aid workers arrived there would be trouble. Aid, water, food, medicine, these were things which he used to control and direct his people, along with the ceremonies and 'magic' they had become accustomed and subservient to. Whites coming into his lands, encroaching on his borders and giving out resources which cost money and blood could not be tolerated. Usually he would isolate and kill the foolish foreigners in the villages they sought to help, their supplies given to his men and chosen associates. The workers were only occasionally enslaved, as a lesson to others who were stupid enough to think their 'help' was needed here. Time was going to be different, he had been shown a picture of the workers by one of his loyal people, and immediately he had grown hard at the thought of what one particular 'aid worker' would feel like writhing on his cock. Her name was Emma Watson, apparently she was a British actress who was slumming it in his part of the world. She was with the group who were giving out supplies at a nearby village, supplies which he would soon claim and distribute as he saw fit. Once that was settled, her flesh would belong to him, a fine prize for his efforts as women with her looks were rare, prized, sought after and craved. Having her on his arm would be another symbol of his power. The fact that she was some half famous actress meant nothing, as far as he was concerned. By the time anyone penetrated deep enough into his lands to look for her, she would be a slave to his black cock anyway, less a woman to be rescued than one to be envied or pitied by her fellow females.Taking possession of the village chiefs tent, which was nothing compared to one of his own homes, he made ready to greet the girl. His forces had arrived earlier in several trucks and an armoured car and it had been easy enough to take control from the foolish 'security' who had been there. He had no idea why a woman like Emma was really here in his country, out in the 'middle of nowhere'. Did she want to be ravaged? Perhaps white women needed to be brutally fucked and used by a black man in order to feel complete? Perhaps their white men, with their small cocks and civilised ways, could no longer satisfy them? Thus they simply placed themselves in harms way and waited for powerful men, such as himself, to seek them out and lay claim them. He was convinced of this as he waited in the large tent, which was more of a marquee, filled with several bunks and tables scattered about behind its canvas walls, along with personal effects, supplies and belongings.Two guards grabbed Emma by the arms, as she approached the entry flap, dragging her in and pushing her before him. He placed his assault rifle down on a flimsy looking wooden table and turned to address her, taking a puff from the large cigar he was smoking. He paused before speaking, looking her over, admiring her exposed legs, the whiteness of her thighs as her tiny shorts left them exposed to his lust fuelled gaze, not to mention the swell of her tits squeezed into some bodice torn from history. The lure of her red lips, pale skin and tight young body was overwhelming this close up... and he knew that she would be pouring sweat, girlish cum and tears into him before the day was through. His gaze raped her from head to toe and back again, before settling on her eyes. Next to his powerful form she was tiny, her fragile looking frame would be easily dominated and dwarfed by his own. His hard abs and musculature virtually cast him as an ebony god in her presence.Removing his sunglasses he slipped them into the top pocket of his khaki uniform, plastered with self awarded medals and badges of honour, and moved to sit down on a chair facing her. "Miss Emma Watson isn't it? Do you know who I am? I am General Tyrese Krutanga, Warlord of this region and Head Shaman of my people." he told her in perfect English, a smirk on his lips. Everything about her drove him wild with lust, her delicate fragile body, her flushed appearance from the heat, the way she smelt, the way she moved, the way she conformed to every twisted fantasy he had ever had about a white women. As he waited for a response he continued to openly and unashamedly feast his eyes on her appearance. "Give an order to load up the supplies. Put the workers in the trucks we commandeered, then stand by." he called over his shoulder to some men. A soldier poked his head through the flap of the large tent, nodding and confirming the orders in some African dialect, before stepping inside and leaning against a post.Tyrese looked back at Emma, resting his elbows on the table behind him, his legs wide and his grin arrogant and confident as he watched her. "You have come here uninvited, Miss Watson. Your supplies have been confiscated and your people are about to be punished. I can simply warn them about their crimes of helping whites, or I can execute them for being insurgents. You have enough things here to supply a small guerilla force, after all." he told her with a grin. "However, a woman like you, with a body like yours, you can do much to temper my anger at this 'invasion' into my land." he nodded. "I am going to give you some instructions. Every time you fail to follow one, I will signal my soldiers to have one of your aid workers dealt with." he let the words sink in. He stretched a little, a cocky look on his face. He could feel his cock stretching out down his thigh and he knew that the thick fat girth would be almost impossible to overlook. "Now, Miss Watson, tell me, why are you here in my country, flaunting your white flesh, displaying your perfect skin, moving about my villages as though you own them? Why should I give you back your supplies and let you and your aid wokers go? Convince me. Tell me why I should release you... but do it on your knees." As he spoke another soldier entered through a canvas flap, handing him a pile of passports which had been collected. He chose one at random. "Serena Ramirez, age twenty one, Aid worker. This girl wants you to do as you are told... because if you do not she will be raped, shot in the head and then left for the jungle beasts to devour. The colour of her skin doesn't get her the privileges that yours does. However, just so that we are completely clear about things, your answers and obedience will only serve to save your aid workers... I'm sure that you know what I'm gong to do to you if you disobey me. If you are honest with yourself you will know it's what you want anyway. Think of this as your greatest role yet." he smiled, a white gleaming wall of perfect teeth flashing before her. As the two men roughly grabbed Emma, her brow furrowed. A protest rose and died on her lips as she looked up at them. She recognized neither. True, often white people, particularly Europeans or, worse, Americans, would say that all black people looked the same. Same features, same build, etc. But Emma had never been one of those. She knew what the villagers looked like, particularly after spending a few days working with them. Even if she hadn't, Emma had studied enough about the area to recognize renegades that likely belonged to one of the local warlords. She'd heard about a handful that were taking control over the area, though she'd been assured, they all had been, that none would interfere with their efforts. Humanitarian aid rarely drew too much negative attention, even when there were cameras and famous people involved. Logically a warlord wouldn't want to draw international attention to himself, and targeting a group would do that. Targeting a group that included a celebrity? Suicidal, surely.None of that logic changed reality. Emma forced herself to relax as they "escorted" her toward the tent. She fought to keep calm as she entered, finding not the leader she'd seen before, but an imposing, domineering black man. He had to loom at least a foot over Emma's relatively petite five five, and his arms were nearly as big around as the petite actress's torso. He'd have been intimidating even if he hadn't had an automatic firearm nearby, or several guards. Emma felt her heart speeding up, panic settling in, telling her that she was quickly becoming another statistic. Her hope lay in cooperation, and in the hope that perhaps he'd just want the supplies or some wealth. At this point, she'd almost settle for ransom, since that generally meant "leave the hostage unharmed."The actress tried to meet his gaze as he removed his glasses, though she couldn't quite hide her trembling. As he asked her name, she gave a short nod, though Emma already knew better than to say something, to interrupt. She knew what these people would be like, and she could already tell that Tyrese in particular was someone who liked being obeyed. It galled her, but she knew she had to do it, at least for now. Though her heart dropped as he explained... the name did sound familiar, as a particularly strict but oddly fair warlord known throughout this region. She'd been told he'd leave them alone. Clearly whoever told her that had been wrong."Those are for " she started, only to stop herself, partially as a guard gave her a slightly surprised look, partially because Tyrese continued. Emma looked back, a protest rising and dying on her pretty pink lips. Sheknew they'd been invited bysomeone. There had always been a chance the goods would be confiscated by a local warlord, but... well, Emma had been hopeful. They all had. Yet there one sat, smiling like he owned the world, passing instructions and threats with equal casualness.Fortunately Emma knew how to follow direction, and she was smart enough to realize that he meant it. She almost fell to her knees, wincing slightly as her bared flesh hit the rough floor below. she waited until he'd finished, waiting for her answer, before talking: "I apologize, General Krutanga," came out first, the actress knowing it was precisely what he'd want to hear. "I was under the impression we had gotten permission to come here. We truly are just here on a mission of humanitarian aid. Our goal is simply to help these people, your people, to live a better life. I'm here to do that, and to pass along what I"m doing so that other people might be inspired to do the same. We do not wish to interfere with your business or or anything," she stumbled there at the end, fear starting to make her tremble. There was just something so... so imposing about this man, that hit her deep inside, deeper than she cared to admit. General Krutanga gave a wide toothy grin as Emma dropped to the dirt beneath their feet. Looking down at her he towered over her even more now, his huge muscular bulk dominating the space in the tent, despite its size. He nodded as she apologised, clearly impressed or pleased with her behaviour. "So, you are here to help people? That is good. To give them a better life? That is good also. I am impressed by your willingness and eagerness to give yourself to others, to make their experience here more enjoyable. Very good." he continued to grin. He reached out, stroking the fingers of his left hand through her hair as she knelt in front of him. His fingers slid into her strands and fisted a little, tugging slightly on her hair as he looked at her, pulling her head back to ensure that she was looking up at him as he spoke. His gaze dropped a little, so she could see him looking at her tits as they struggled to stay hidden within her tight bodice, as it bent and deformed at her movements. "I've been thinking, if anything were to happen to you, a famous actress, who knows who might come to this place looking to cause problems. That is why, just to reassure you that such a thing will not cause issues for the people you wish to help, I will explain what will happen. I will kill everyone in this village and burn it to the ground. You will be assumed to have died at the hands of Guerilla forces at work in the area." he shook his head, tightening his grip "However, that turn of events is not going to happen Miss Watson. You are going to walk out of here with every inch of your precious and perfect young body intact. Your aid worker friends will also be untouched. All that will have happened is you will have given over your supplies to the new head of this village and your aid workers will go on their way, happy to have helped." he told her. He brought his other hand down to stroke the side of her cheek, his thumb easing across her lips as he did so, until his hand slid down to ease around her throat, as he leaned over her."All this will happen, because you are going to do as you are told for your General Krutanga... yes?" he asked, "And you will not even have to remove your clothing to do so. I have heard all about how you actresses use your flesh to get what you want, to get roles, to get famous... then years afterwards you... what do they call it? You hash tag someone 'me too', claiming that you were tricked or conned or assaulted, when all that happened was you shook your tight little ass or sucked off a director to enhance your career, then had regrets later. You will not have any regrets here Miss Watson, because everything you do will be things you will not regret." he told her reassuringly, "Because they will not only save your friends, but yourself." he released her throat, keeping a grip on her hair he moved his hand to his combat pants, unzipping them with the loud tearing ratchet of metal teeth against metal teeth. His cock sprang into view almost immediately, a long obscenely fat member which wavered in the air a few inches from Emma's sweet innocent looking face. The massive monstrosity was over ten inches in length, wide girthed and already sporting a fat glistening helm which had streaked the shaft with pre cum, giving his length a slick shine. The black rod twitched, and as she shifted position it slapped against her cheek, smearing his secretions against her skin for a moment before swinging away from her. "I fancy myself as a director of men and women. Just think of this as a scene in a movie Emma, the latest movie of your life. " he explained, his grin twisted and almost looking like a wicked evil smirk right now."In this scene, young Emma has been captured by a powerful warlord, a man who brooks no insolence from anyone, neither man or woman. She sees the effect that she has had on him, a precious little white girl is rare in these areas, and the warlord is obviously greatly aroused by her presence, so much so that he can barely restrain himself." he reached down, taking hold of her arm he lifted it up, moving to grip her left wrist he brought her fingers up against his rod, wrapping his own large digits around her hand he proceeded t use hers to stroke his rod, her pale delicate flesh contrasting against his thick black cock as it smeared his fluids from the wide helm, all the way down its monstrous length to his hilt. "She quickly understands that in order to g free, all she has to do is take him, all the way down her tight little throat. All she has to do is milk his cock dry with her lips, her throat, her tongue. All she has to do is jerk his huge cock with her tiny hand, until he washes out her gullet with his hot cum,. That is all she has to do, fuck him with her hand and her mouth until he bathes her face and clothes in his seed. You can do that can't you Emma??" he asked earnestly, calm and casual with his words. "I expect you must have done as much at some Hollywood party, before you became infected with that western disease... what do you call it? Feminazi? Feminism?" he laughed The guards in the room chuckling as they stood back, watching events unfold. "You will even have an audience." he commented idly. "what more can an actress of your stature expect."He leaned in closer, bending over to whisper into her ear. "Do not worry, these men will not touch you as long as General Krutanga, their lord and Shaman is here to protect you." he hissed, licking her earlobe, squeezing it between his lips and letting his teeth tug gently at it before allowing it to slip free. "You will suck me with your mouth. I will fuck your face with my cock. Then you will go free." he continued to whisper. "We both know ho happy your aid workers will be that you have made a new friend with the new ruler f this place, and you will have lived out one of your wicked sick little fantasies, won't you Miss Watson? We all know the truth you know, every black man who walks past a white woman in the street knows that they secretly want the black cock. We know that your white men are weak, small docks, no stamina, unable to fuck you longer than a few minutes before coming hard and going to sleep, their tiny cocks wilting inside your hot tight little cunts. We all know how you dream about black cock, how you crave it, need it, desire it. Well, now you get to have one, and no one will veer now what happened here, except you, Miss Watson." he pulled up and away, back to standing before her. He turned t a slider, a large man who was still dwarfed by his general, The sunglasses wearing gold toothed individual looking quizzically at Krutanga. "Clap your hands and say 'take one'... Action." he told him. He then turned back to Emma. Talking to her had had an effect on his cock already, with it jutting upwards near vertically now. A bead of pre cum had developed far enough to break and spread, sliding down his shaft to slick it even further with the evidence of his arousal. He nodded to his soldier."*Clap* Take one, Action!" the man said with a thick accent, smiling as he chewed on a toothpick. "Fuck me with your hands and mouth you little white bitch." said Krutanga with a grin, staring down at her, releasing her hair and hand and standing with his hands on his hips now. God, this really was something out of a nightmare. Not one that Emma had personally had, thank God... though eerily close. It had always been a downside of her life. Beautiful, young, open about her support and her beliefs, all that drew constant attention toward Emma, mostly good, but enough bad. There had been a few messages toward her to the effect that she'd justlove doing something precisely like this if she met a "real man." The thought always twisted her stomach, but as her eyes swept up to look at Tyrese, she had to wonder if she hadn't perhaps found someone who seemed to fit the definition all too well. His plans had the taint of masculinity all over them, speaking to violence and authority with equal ease. It kept her stomach fluttering, and she had to swallow hard, fighting the rising panic within.Kill everyone? It was possible. What could she do to stop? He already knew the possible consequences, knew what he could do. Fuck, there was a chance the media would buy a familiar sounding lie like that. All spoken while he had her hair in his hand. A few days of hard work made the soft strands just gritty enough to stick, and Emma could see the twists of light brown just poking through his clenched fist. she almost focused on them as he kept outlining, particularly as he tugged tighter, yet again demonstrating his physical superiority over her, as if she wasn't already acutely aware of it, of her position here. Her gaze finally drew up at "However." Here would be what he actually wanted, and what she'd have to do.A hand on her throat made her tense, but she kept still, listened. Keep clothed, do as he said, and it was becoming more and more apparent he intended something sexual. Emma felt the anger spark, lighting her eyes for a moment, tensing her body. she fought the urge to spit it out at him, or to start railing against injustice. That instinct had been long honed, but intelligence could beat instinct, particularly when you had the amount Emma had been blessed with. She kept quiet as he explained in explicit detail. Kept quiet as she watched his grossly large cock slap into face, connecting with her soft white face.The actress couldn't help but stare. The thing he boasted, his.... hismanhood had to be nearly the size of her arm. It easily dwarfed the few boys she'd actually gone far enough to see. Fuck, jus seeing it made her instantly classify them as "boys" to this "man" before her. Though perhaps "beast" would be more accurate, with the thick black pillar glistening, a testament to primal sexuality that simply insisted upon deference and attention. Emma had to almost break her gaze away from him as he kept going, continuing to make it clear. She fought the urge to start crying, knowing she had to try this. It wasn't as if she could tell him she couldn't, because even Emma knew that she could... for the most part. She, well, to put it bluntly, she sucked at what he was asking, and not in the way he wanted. When you were a gorgeous starlet, you didn't exactly have towork to get guys to cum for you. It had mostly been a few pumps, a kiss or two on a domed head, and shuddering white would soon spurt over her face. Maybe she'd get lucky here, and most of what Krutanga said was just bluster. Most men came quick upon a female's touch he'd probably be the same.The starlet couldn't help but gasp as he nibbled her ear. Her head jolted back, and soon she found her gaze sliding toward him while he whispered more promises. Who had fantasies like that? yet something in her seemed to react to the picture he presented. Worse, she realized that he'd almost read her mind regarding everything else. Take one, action.Fuck, training kicked in. Training and the simple fact that he'd already wrapped her tiny ivory hand about his cock. Emma didn't even recall that happening. But she couldn't deny that it had happened it was there. She rolled her hand up and down, gathering some of his precum. It lathered against her hand and she fought back a wince. Act, Emma, she told herself, knowing that she could manage that much. She simply rolled her wrist, trying something that usually helped the boys along. Fingers glided along the sensitive domed head for a moment. The nails flitted just near that slit, gathering a little, nicking it for just a moment. Emma gathered enough to start working down, releasing as she went. her hands went wide, fingers first barely touching, then not at all as he seemed to continue to grow. How on earth did this fit inside a woman? After what felt like minutes she hit the bottom. Squeezing, Emma worked her way back up, trying to milk.Another hand went up, moved to slice back some of her light brown hair. Her head moved, hovering just above him. The raw stench hit her hard, and the girl had to fight the urge to gag. Eyes pinched shut as she swallowed, trembling, hand still working, though it had jerked slightly. The raw, masculine smell was unlike anything she'd ever experienced: thick, heavy, musky, it made her almost want to lose herself then and there. But she pushed through, taking a few deep sucking breaths. she dared stick her tongue out, the little pink muscle trembling before it darted across the slit. His powerful flavor hit her hard, and Emma brought her hand up to cover for a moment, swallowing.Fucking act or he will kill someone!! She swallowed, moving to spread her lips. She circled the cock, looking up at him. Trying to keep focused, Emma braced, both hands pressing against him. She slowly tried to slide down, moving her lips passed his head. Already her jaw ached from stretching, and she could feel his flesh hitting against his teeth. She swallowed hard, trying to move forward, gagging shortly after the head. A blast of spittle shot downward, hitting against him, and she felt it happening again, throat spasming as she pulled out. "I'm trying!" she insisted, pumping at his cock. "You're just so so large!" she insisted, trying to move her head. The simple fact of the matter was that she barely gave blowjobs to boys a quarter his size. With this? She could barely get a few inches down before she started almost gagging again. Though that didn't stop her from trying......and after a bit, it wasn't just the threat. She wanted to prove she could do this. She was Emma fucking Watson, who often only needed a single take. Surely she could handle ablowjob. The General was so fucking hard right now that his massive and obscenely huge cock actually hurt, it pained him, as it stretched out and throbbed visibly with each pulsating vein which lined its huge length. The shaft was a thick fleshy rod, the hardness feeling like steel now, as he looked at the perfect little white girl in front of him. Her inviting mouth and lips ready to be tarnished by the thick girth of his cock as it was soon to be forced down her throat. She looked like a young innocent white virgin, though he doubted she was anything of the sot. He was going to stretch her out and fuck her ragged by the end of this day and afterwards, well, she would certainly not be able to feel a white cock in her tiny young cunt ever again, it would only be fit for a black mans member. There was nothing quite like watching a thick black cock force its way into a girl like her, the look of realisation on their faces, as they realised they could actually take a cock that size. They could take anything in their holes if they put their minds to it and there was nothing else for her to do with her mind now, nothing but to service the god made flesh in front of her, a god who wanted to defile and desecrate her body with his manhood. The fact that she was famous to some extent only turned him on more, the little white bitch deserved everything he was going to do to her, she deserved to be punished for so many things, yet he knew that she would not see it as punishment for long. No, she would start to enjoy things, how could she not? No woman could withstand the lure and pleasure of a black cock for long, filling their cunt, their asshole, their mouth, stretching and pounding them like no white cock would ever be able to. Even the best of the best fell to nothing in comparison to a well endowed black man with the right treasure in front of him, tight young white cunt.He could see the emotions playing across her face as she considered her options, she would make the right choice, the only choice that she could, the one that all women deep down inside wanted to make. Submit. she was born to submit, born to obey, born to follow direction and do as she was told. That wasn't simply what actresses did, it was the role all women yearned to play, deep inside they wanted to obey, to be made into a mans fuck toy, to be used and abused until their writhing sweat soaked bodies screamed out in orgasm on the end of a cock. Sure, most wanted money to make that happen, but once they had been fucked enough their own primal urges would take over. He was certain that Emma was no different, and if she was he would force her to comply with enough fucking to drive her into the pit of carnal lust from whence she would never escape. he felt her begin to move her hand as he stood there, his body shifting, his cock pulsing and stretching out against her palm as she did so. Her delicate touch smearing his sinful and wicked secretions up and down its foul length as he stared down at her, letting his cock twitch and jolt in her grasp as he squeezed its muscles and its erect length began to swell a little more, throbbing hot against her flesh as he was turned on further and further. She would be foolish in the extreme if she believed she would be going anywhere without being fully defiled by his monstrous member. Foolish indeed.He smirked at the sight of her tongue darting forth to delicately lash against his cock slit, her small hands trying to engulf his girth and failing, as she stroked away at the beast she had before her. He planted his feet firmly apart, stabilizing his stance as he watched her begin her work, watched her give herself to the task she was born for. Servicing the needs of her new director as easily, he expected, as she would if she were on a film set or in some trailer after a few scenes. She would fit well into his plans, with the ability to enhance his rituals and ceremonies back at his village, during the weekend tribal events which consolidated and bolstered his magic s and his power over the people. Then suddenly thoughts of plans were shattered and pushed aside as he gave a loud satisfied groan at the feel of her mouth on his helm, her tongue fucking against his cock slit and her hand stroking against its throbbing length... sending shivers of anticipation and ecstasy rolling through his body. "Yes, that's it you little white bitch, show me what you can do with your mouth, show me what you can do with your lips when they are out to their proper purpose." he grunted. he gasped as she placed her hans against him, moving to slide his fingers into her hair, guiding her as she forced her face forwards, trying to take his massive black rod into her mouth and towards her throat. He hissed and tensed as his knob hit the back of her throat and he felt her spit splattered against him as she tried to take him further in, gagging and coughing from the task already. He gave a cruel smile, tightening his fingers in her hair a little, pulling at her head to help force her lips to slide down his cock further and further."Yes, I am large Miss Watson. that is because white girls like you get me so fucking hard. You like it don't you? You like sucking black cock like the good little white whore that you are. Look at how many people you are saving already with your first class aid work? Far more than by simple food deliveries and posing with those you would never allow into your own home to show kindness or charity to. AuuhhH... yes, continue, you are doing well. You have to get every inch of it soaking and dripping in your spit you little slut." he insisted. "Otherwise it will never fit." His hand rested heavily in place, pushing her now, forcing her to gag and choke as with each pass, with each push forwards, he began to drive his cock a little further down her gullet, pushing and bulging out her neck as his cock fought its way deeper into her. "Harder you little bitch, suck harder, get it down your throat. You have a big enough mouth when you want to, now use it as it was intended, to please a man." he growled. He pulled back, dragging his cock free to slap against her face, smearing spit and fuck juice across her flushed skin, before pulling her back into position and driving forwards to fuck a few strokes into her throat before allowing her to resume her task. "Again. Take two... action!" he told her, not waiting for the soldier present to act. He reached down with his free hand and slid his fingers down her bodice, finding and squeezing at her nipples, one after the other as he waited for her to assault his cock with her mouth again. "Come along you little bitch. If you cannot make me come by swallowing my cock to the hilt, I will have to move to the next scene, the one where the black cock loving little English whore takes it in her tight young cunt. Perhaps I should give you something, one of my 'medicines', to encourage you?" he mused, an amused look on his face now. He tugged at her bodice, but it was far too tight about her to drag down, so instead he captured her left nipple between finger and thumb, twisting and distending it beneath her bodice as he moved to drag her onto his cock, holding her there a while, before forcing his manhood deeper into her throat a few times, leaving her scant opportunity to swallow the copious amounts of pre cum which were weeping from his cock slit. "Touch yourself, use one of your hands to start stroking at the lips of your tiny white cunt." he commanded. How often had Emma thrown herself into a role before now? Become the character, embodied her? People still often looked at the pretty, slightly freckled Brit and thought of her as "Hermione Granger" first and "Emma Watson" second. She tried to draw upon that now, to enter this strange new character, a challenging role she'd never have expected to ever play. For the dangling threat still drove Emma forward, made her want to succeed. She could feel his... 'encouragement" toward her task. The hand grasping against her head, pushing her with an immobile force. Emma tested that immobility, jerking back as she first started that gag. As her muscles spasmed about his thick cock, liquid pouring out from inside her, her head jerked. Neck tensed, body strained for those seconds. A heartbeat passed, everything tensed, before Emma simply found herself held there. Locked. Liquid instead bubbled up about her mostly sealed mouth. It drooled along the edges, sliding down her chin and throat in sloppy strands. Bits of it coughed forward, splattering cock and hilt, some even hitting his hefty sack beneath. Other bits slapped back, straining along her neck and throat. Some bubbled forth from nose, making her sloppy there as well.Yet still Krutanga held her. She felt his insistent, strong hand pushing her further and further. Muscles kept spasming, never quite adjusting. Throat stretched, a bulge visibly showing, first at the top, then seeming to glide down slightly. Constantly she worked, swallowed, drooled, tried to take in more and more cock, or, fuck, not to suffocate as his sheer size overfilled her. Emma hadnever put something this large inside heranywhere. This was his manhood? Fuck! More coughs, and she tried to strain as dots swam in her vision.Words punctured her haze, taunts, claims, demands. Her expressive eyes flashed again as he called her whore, the words wanting to form. She couldn't quite stop the noises of protest from rumbling out of her body, echoing around the thick black shaft. They came out more as a squeal of protest, as if the woman simply couldn't stand, even in these conditions, to be called such. She soon closed her eyes, tried to swallow, to obey his command. But she felt everything resisting, vomit threatening to arise as he pushed her further still. Then he pulled back, a burst of spit and precum oozing forth, slopping against her body."Please!" Emma begged, her voice starting to rasp. "You're just too big! It won't fit!" she insisted. She might,might have fit all of one of her past boys. But Krutanga? Every inch of his manhood, no, almost godhood simply defied logic as she knew it. The starlet let out a squeal as his hand teased, pinching a tiny pink nipple. It swelled, sending that sharp mix of pleasure and pain into her system, shooting hot fire. Take too: and he took advantage of her distraction to try again. The girl moaned, eyelids fluttering. To Emma's credit, she took more: swallowed over half of him now without too much struggle. Spittle kept leaking out, throat never stopped moving, but perhaps a little over half of black cock stuck into her mouth.Around her squeals, Emma heard his next command. Eyes pinching shut, she tried to follow. Hands fumbled at the clasp of her jeans, finally undoing it just enough for her to almost frantically shove a pale hand between them. She found herself quick enough, stroking less out of desire and more out of a frantic urge to see if she could get him to stop or slow or do something. Because she knew,knew she couldn't hilt him: couldn't likely take two thirds of his cock, let alone further. Already her reflex had been pushed well beyond its limit. Her body had started to burn, and her vision had started to spin. She did she want to? Emma groaned, not even certain, lack of air mixing with odd sensations and odder circumstances to make focusing just a bit harder than it perhaps should be. This little white bitch was turning him on like no one before. Was she acting? Right now he could care less, all he cared about was her tight throat stretching to accommodate his cock, her lips frothing with the secretions being drawn out of his cock slit and the way her moaning, gasping and choking sounds made his hard cock even harder. Coming quickly, in front of his men, would be a sign of weakness, a sign that he could not resist the white slut who he was claiming, but it was no easy task to hold back and control himself, not with such a hot little slut taking him deeper an deeper into a throat which was never meant to take a black mans member. Still, she had to learn, had to be taught that she was here to serve him and she would need to adapt. Adapting was something actresses were trained to do, wasn't it? His train of thought quickly derailed, focusing back on the gasping girl as she sloppily mouth fucked his cock with the enthusiasm he had commanded and more. The sloppy blow job worked its way along his shaft, lathering it up until her drool was not only slopping down form her chin and lips, but dripping from his balls and coating his cock slick enough for him to, most likely, be able to drive it into any hole he wanted.He laughed loudly as she spat out his cock after her Herculean efforts, spit and pre cm slopping onto her chest above her tits as they remained forced into her bodice. "Too big That's what they all say. Some really can't take it, but you're going to Miss Watson. You know why two reasons. First because your director is going to tell you to. The other reason is because you are a cock hungry little whore who wants to take as much black cock into her as she can. You all do. Your inner whore is telling you right now how much you want to take this fucker, even if you are denying it outwardly. You know you want it, you white bitches always want the black cock and believe me, you are going to fucking take it today." he hissed with amusement. "You get a man this hard, you have to pay the consequences, you have to deal with his cock." he nodded, his massive erection twitching and wavering, swaying about with strings of liquid sin dangling from it before he grasped her hair and pulled her mouth back into position for him to fuck a couple of deep strokes into her mouth and down her gullet, mercilessly stretching her lips around his monstrous shaft as it thrust into her and slid over her tongue with ease.Krutanga pulled back again, looking at his shaft as it dripped her spit along half its foul length, the thick bulging veins shunting trails of spittle back towards his hilt and balls as he slapped the meat of it against her face, reddening her cheeks, one after the other. His fist still grasped in her hair as he did so, his eyes boring into hers with a resolute stare as he drank in the sight of the young white girl held to ransom by his cock. "See, you can do it, almost there Miss Watson, almost there." he grunted, watching her as she started to obey his further commands to begin to defile and abuse herself for his entertainment. "The scene has to continue Miss Watson. Forgive me if my direction is not clear to your western ears. I am used to performing certain ceremonies in a more natural, basic... traditional setting." he commented. "In this scene you have to take as much of my cock in your mouth as you can. So that it is sufficiently slick for me to fuck it into one of your other tight young holes... just like you want me to. I can see how in awe of my black cock you are, how hungry you are for it. I can tell you have never been properly fucked by a black man, Miss Watson. That unfortunate situation will be remedied this day." he nodded to her. "I will help you."Taking hold of her head with both hands he shifted in place, pushing his cock head up against her lips and shoving it past the foaming froth which was splattered there. His member eased over her tongue, nudged against the back of her throat, then penetrated the narrow tight channel, shoving in and down. His thrust bulged her throat out and expanded her neck as his beast of a cock ransacked the virgin depths as it was slowly forced into her until her lips were wrapped about his length a good two thirds or more along his long hard rod. He kept it there as long as air and her endurance could take, then pulled back to slowly start to fuck a few more thrusts in and out of her, fucking her face as he looked down with supreme pleasure and arrogance as he stuffed his member towards her gullet. finally pulling back strings of spit slapped against her chin and upper tits as he looked at her. "No the scene continues. You will suck me down to the hilt, or you will admit defeat and pay a penalty with your flesh, though it will likely be viewed as reward by a tight young white girl like you. Take it all, or stand up and take a hold of that support pole... .and tell me to fuck my huge black cock into one of your tiny little holes. That would be a speaking part, so remember to get it right. You can improvise if you like, just make it clear that you are begging for it, begging for a black man to fuck you, offering your tight white cunt to me in order to please me and help my people. Don't worry, I'm not really going to fuck you, not here anyway." he gestured to a large pole jutting up in the tent, one of many. The soldier present took out his phone and began to film the scene. "It's just for insurance, I'm sure you understand Miss Watson. You will be seen as a willing, enthusiastic participant, if ever the need arises." he explained convincingly. This man had to be some kind of devilish monster! Emma would've never thought something like that if it weren't for all the evidence to the contrary. His thick cock skewering her face, his unwavering confidence, his continued insistence upon her reacting. Each word hammered into her, making the poor little Brit shiver. They slid over her skin, dug into her flesh, made her question just their truth. Did she want his thick, black, cock? Did she want to take the huge thing inside of her? Thoughts like that had hovered near the edges of her mind, thoughts of what it would feel like puncturing her body, of how something like that could evenfit. Now he insisted, laying it out before her as if he'd read her mind instead of injected thoughts there. This time, she had to let out a sharp noise of protest, even tried to shake her head: she didn't want this.... truly she did she? She swallowed around him, feeling more spittle leaking from around her tightly stretched lips.Another pull of her head, and Emma's mouth dropped open instinctively. Her tongue lolled out, eyes looking toward him, every inch the obedient little cocksucker. In truth, the girl just couldn't help but fulfill a role when demanded. Yes, that had to be it: her trained ability to slide into position. Not the ache she began to feel in her chest or between her legs at his raw masculinity and primal sexuality. That... that wasn't her, surely. He grasped that head andfucked it. Emma felt herself gagging, but already much deeper than they'd started, then possibly the start of their last attempt. She felt inches of him filling, overfilling her throat. More spittle rose out, falling, and she almost caught it, smearing the liquid over his cock. He'd threatened something about wetting him for her, so clearly he wanted her spittle smeared over him. Delicate hands worked frantically, running her fluids over his shimmering girth, the black pillar soon glistening with juices.Eyes met, and he repeated directions, demands. She blinked her wide, expressive brown eyes, understanding showing even as they watered slightly. the strain of holding her jaw open, of keeping her mouth about his cock, started to weigh on her. Emma's stamina hadn't been built for intense face fucking, after all. Something that became even more apparent as Krutanga shifted again, almost violently fucking the starlet's face. Once more she started to gag, a burst of spit splattering against him. She felt her throat constantly working, squeezing and rippling about him even as it vibrated. Fluids kept leaking outward, drizzling out, and she was beginning to wonder if she even had any spitleft. A glance showed some of it streaked with white. Foolish, naive Emma thought perhaps he'd finally spurted within, that she saw his cum drizzled with her sperm. The mixture didn't quite foam, didn't quite have thickness, but surely he'd no, she was wrong. She whimpered as he insisted again, offering a new alternative. Take it all or beg. Her eyes flicked toward the pole. Heknew she couldn't take him, not now, likely not ever. A phone appeared, and her eyes flicked to it... a camera. God, how many times had she posed for one of those? Never like this. But she couldn't see a way out. Shecouldn't swallow him to the hilt, not even with his help. His thick arms had only brought them a little past what she'd managed on her own, leaving at least a few inches left. And he hadjust said he wouldn't actually fuck her... here. The thought made her body shiver again.Finally, she acted, not seeing the choice. She pulled herself from him, spittle again connecting cock to Krutanga. 'I admit defeat,' she said, almost using his words. She stumbled to her feet, almost falling over, slightly dazed. 'I can't take your thick thick cock into my tiny little mouth,' she said, trying to recall the words even as she said them. She swallowed, turning to look to the pool. She moved to it, hands shakily grasping onto it, bending slightly, figuring that was the idea. 'Please, General, please fill my my tight little white sex with your thick black manhood,' she said, almost whimpering. She shivered, shaking her lower half again. 'You won and I am here just to help you and your people,' her gaze flicked toward the phone for a moment as she swallowed again. 'Please, ransack my white body with your dark flesh. I I want it. Ineed it,' she looked back to Krutanga, trying to express need in those big eyes. 'I need your thick cock inside one of my tight holes...' she said, hoping against hope it was enough. "You think any woman can walk in here and command such attention form me? General Tyrese Krutanga, Shaman of my tribe, leader of my army? Warlord of this region and master of all I lay my eyes upon? Lesser whores and dregs would be put to the machete or sent to the fields. You, Miss Watson, are a valuable and unique treasure who can set my cock to its fierce size and command my attention immediately. You should be proud that your tight white flesh has been chosen to service such a man as myself, a black god made flesh to bring the blessing of a hard fucking to those white women worthy of our attentions." he told Emma as he slapped his massive cock against her face again, waiting for her to respond. His thick black shining shaft slopping spit and secretions across her lips again as he did so, the hardness declaring just how aroused he was. back inside her he savoured the feel of her throat muscles squeezing and vibrating against his shaft until again it was free, cooling in the air, as she pulled off him and declared defeat. His cock twitching, jutting upwards, steel hard and a shining black rod which clearly still craved and commanded attention.As she spoke out, announcing her need for black cock, he straightened up and moved up behind her. "Well, far be it for me to deny you, fair white queen. You came to this place looking for black cock and you will get it." he grunted, amused. His large powerful hands grasped at her waist, pulling open the front of her short shorts and dragging them down to her thighs, squeezing and yanking at the tight denim until her ass was exposed, the swell of her ass cheeks popping free of the garment as it was shunted down enough to give him what access was needed. His thick cock helm slapped against her buttocks as he moved about, staining them with the damp feel of fuck juice and spit. He then moved his hands to her ass cheeks, prying them apart enough to allow the thumb of one hand to squeeze into her anus, stretching the rim, as he spat on the crack and watched the globules of his spit slide and soak into the crevice as he loomed over her from behind. Bending he shoved his cock between her legs, the upper ridge sliding along the crease of her cunt, splaying apart her cunt lips, as his feet moved to kick apart her ankles and shove her legs as wide as the restrictive band of her short shorts would allow.Settling into position he began to fuck himself between the lips of her cunny, the thick black rod quickly building up a sheen of filthy fuck juices as it slid back and forth. Her cunt lips stretched and splayed to her flesh as the boiling searing rod sizzled against her dripping cunt juices. More than once the helm threatened to slide up and into her gash, but he shifted to keep it thrusting along the hot wet groove of her quim instead. A palm landed on an exposed ass cheek, leaving a red print there as the sound of the slap resounded through the tent. "Come along Miss Watson. Fuck yourself along my cock, use the motion of your cunt sliding back and fort along it to both pleasure me and yourself. Your hot white cunt scorching a path along the upper veins of my shaft brings such sensation." he gave a long groaning hiss."See if you can fuck it enough that I do not feel the need to defile your tight white pussy with it." he gasped, leaning in, bringing his lips closer to her ear as he continued to fuck her crease. The long thick length almost kissing the pole she was clinging to each time it was driven between her thighs. "You are doing well, I may even allow your people to leave here unharmed and with some of their supplies. Now, tell me Miss Watson... is it safe to come inside you? Or would you prefer me to force myself into your ass? Pleasure me here and I may allow you to go free.. after the ceremony in my home village of course. It's not often we have a white queen in our land, One so respected in her own. We must see to it that you experience a proper welcome, so that you do not forget your time in Africa." he told her through clenched teeth. One hand reached up to wrestle her hair into a bunch of strands about his fist, while the other eased around to her stomach, sliding down so that his fingers teased about the hood of her clit as his cock continued to assault her flesh as though he owned it."You little white sluts cannot get enough, can you? Tell me, tell me that this is what you wanted when you first came here. You were seeking me out, weren't you Miss Watson? Seeking me out so that you could use your tight little white body to satisfy my cock and bring joy and prosperity to the people of this land, with the news that such a perfect little English cunt was so obsessed with the Warlord of this place." he grinned, bringing his cock head back to rest between her cunt and her ass, pushing into her flesh a little as he spat down onto it, leaving strings of hanging spittle dangling from it as he waited. Krutanga's movement surprised Emma. She tensed, eyes widening for a moment. Hadn't he said he'd ignore her if she followed his command? Hadn't he promised safety? or at the least not to fuck her? perhaps he simply meant those words at their barest surface level: he wouldn'tfuck her here, but even someone as sexually inexperienced as Emma knew there was quite a lot you could do without actually inserting a weapon like his into anything. Or perhaps he simply didn't care. Thus far he'd demonstrated a presence so commanding that it made the most passionate and virile of directors Emma had met seem like a tottering child by comparison. Every inch of Krutanga, from his fiercely expressive face to his towering manhood, expressed raw masculinity, that primal lust and heat that simply demanded attention and obedience. Again, on some primal level, Emma could feel her body responding, wanting him, wanting the best biological match, wanting to give to a presence that simplydemanded it by existing.Perhaps that was what froze her as he tugged at her tight jeans. She certainly offered no resistance, even spread her legs slightly further, giving more room. She felt the panties slide along, leaving her soft, ivory ass bared to the man. Its paleness would stick out amongst so much dark flesh, though the supple roundness spoke to good diet. Tone spoke to work and exercise, keeping her bottom soft, tight. She shivered as she felt him exploring that, teasing about her, mapping her flesh with his fingers. Thick digits spread her body, and Emma fought against her natural urge to clench. Even then, she couldn't fully stop the tightly puckered star of her previously untouched anus from clenching. The tight hole almost winked as moisture slid along it, as if beckoning him toward the tightest fit in an already tight girl. Emma gasped as she felt the moisture starting to slide within, tucking inside her body.Another gasp left as he stretched her. Emma had to lean forward, to grip the pole with an almost white knuckled grip. She took another deep breath, trying to reaffirm the awfulness of this whole situation, spread, bared like this. But raw heat coursed through her body all the same, even as his punishingly thick member slid over her. Emma let out a gasp, trembling as she felt him sliding along her body. Her hips rolled slightly, to show her... willingness. She could feel muscles already starting to flex, her body warming, even as she tottered in her simple work boots, her semi practical corset keeping her upper body locked tight.SLAP! The crack hit Emma moments before the sharp pain did. She yelped, jerking, her body spasming about, thrusting so that her pert rear slammed into his lower abdomen for a moment, most of his thick cock extending upward, thudding near to the underside of her breasts. A pink print would rise upon her flesh, showing hot, while its heat started to seep into her body. Emma began working her body up and down, anticipating his demand before he gave it. Shiver took her as she rose to her toes, working to slide her hot sex over him. Undulating hips rolled up and down his thickness, riding it. Emma let gravity take her down at moments, her damp lips kissing him for just a moment. The sheer eroticism of the act, of the odd situation, of his primal musk, had brought out that primal reaction, even as part of Emma inwardly hated it and hated herself for feeling it.A seize, a promise of a ceremony. Emma let out another hiss, waiting again for her cuee. The moment he stopped, she spoke, as if eagerly waiting 'Yes, yes, that's it!' she lied. 'I desperately wanted wanted your thick manhood,' she rolled her hips over said bit of flesh, shivering at its hard sensation. Her hips pulled so she could feel its full length, and sank slightly, lips starting to part over its side, just beginning to feel its girth. 'A a commanding man, a ruler like yourself should cum wherever he wants,' in truth, Emma didn't want him in either hole. Her sex may prove dangerous, though she believed she was safe, while her ass would tear tremendously. 'My my tight white sex so desperately wants you, but you may take my my ass if you prefer,' she flushed at that, trembling again, rolling her hips against him. Another undulation let her glide her soft lips over him, and she swirled for a moment, not quite grinding, but certainly moving some of her wet along his own, giving his thick cock a decadent shimmer. "Ahhuuhhh..." Krutanga let out a loud, long, guttural moan of pleasure as he slid his cock between the hanging lips of Emma cunt. Teasing the shaft along the length of her slit as he toyed with her, lies continuing to slide from his lips as easily a s water from a ducks back. Women were easy to deal with once you established dominance, like most creatures. They accepted things from a powerful and forceful presence, then by the time they realised things were not quite as they expected it was too late, they were writhing on black cock and their primal instincts took over. "I only fuck whites. I specialise in it. You are far tighter, hotter and wetter than any black whore could hope to be with their fat asses and saggy tits, sucked dry by their hungry children. No, I save myself for the cream of the crop, and that's what you are Miss Watson., The cream, creaming her soft tiny white cunt as it prepares to be despoiled by a black man. By me." he chuckled softly, groaning again as his massive manhood forced its way along her groove, lifting her up onto her toes as he pseudo fucked her in place."Ah yes, you are a well trained white whore aren't you Miss Watson. The way you ease your legs apart so easily, so willingly. I expect you have been taken and used by your directors and producers many times, or at least I expect that they have tried. Did you suck them off quickly? Perhaps jerk them off in a car or trailer? Perhaps some did you in their offices or even their homes beneath the ignorant noses of their wives? Being fucked by a man such as myself will be very different Miss Watson. There will not be any quick release and relief here. I'm going to fuck you good, because that's what you want and that's what the people want. They want to hear the submissive moans and screams a of the white whore who has come to help them, the white whore who lays a claim to become the white queen." he smirked, continuing to tease her hole with his engorged and pre cum dripping fuck tool."Ah... gods... that's it you little white bitch. Cunt fuck that hard cock." he hissed, slapping her ass with encouragement as she slid her cunny back and forth along his hard erection. His cock fouled her slit with its heat and rigidness, his hand reddening her other ass cheek, before he pushed a thumb into her anus, stretching open the entrance to her most taboo hole. "You know just how to fuck, just what to do, I'm impressed by your hunger, your eagerness, just think of this as your hottest finest role." he grinned. He kept a good hard grasp on her hair, pulling back her head, leaning around to lick and suck at her neck, her throat, before easing off again."Yes, you are right. I should take what I want. You are not deserving of having your pure hole despoiled until you have been properly prepared. However, like most of you white girls who fear the risk of showing that you love the black cock, by sporting a tainted child, I expect that you would far prefer me to fuck your tight young ass. At least that way you would be able to carry on fucking your man, if you have one, without him instantly knowing your tiny youthful cunt had been stretched to a point where his tiny white cock would never again manage to touch its sides." he told her, Spitting on her ass he worked his thumb into her anus, reaming it open with his digit, before he pushed his helm up against it and began to force it into her filthiest and most taboo hole. Inch by inch her rim stretching and expanding as he forced its huge monstrous sized helm into the viciously tight entrance to her rectum. "Hold tight." he growled.The thick knob stretched her channel, then acted as a spearhead for the rest of his shaft as he pushed forwards and penetrated her. His massive member speared slowly into her tight tract, pushing in towards her bowels and fiercely distorting her insides with ts fat girth as he thrust into her and drove her white flesh to comply as his black shaft was crammed into her rectal chute, the tip driven mercilessly towards her depths as he crammed it into her. "Feel it, you little white slut. This is what you came for, isn't it? This is what you wanted when you came into my land, my home, my tent, my world. This is what you wanted when you signed up for this sin't it? A hard black cock stretching out your tiniest hole, a hard black cock making you feel what its like to be properly fucked. You're an over privileged little whore, now you can feel what its like to be the slave of a black man who wants to use your hot enticing white flesh. Take it, see the effect your pale body has on a real man, see what you have driven him to. A powerful man reduced to staining his cock with your foul juices, because the colour of your flesh drives him wild."He gritted his teeth, settling into a thumping rhythm behind her as each thrust drove an inch further into her tight ass, unrelenting, merciless strokes which let her know there would be no end until he was buried in her anus and basking in the heat of her fouled rectum as his cock head kissed her bowels. "Scream you little bitch, show your audience how you are enjoying things." he growled, feeling her panties and shorts stroking against the side and underside of his cock as it drove into her. His deep thrusts beginning to push and force her towards the pole, making it shake as he descended into a world of bliss at the feeling of her tiny white ass being defiled by his monster sized beast of a cock. This would hardly be the first time Emma had heard herself referred to as the "cream of the crop." But the lascivious words dripping from Krutanga's mouth twisted it into something almost decadent. As if she'd been reserving her body for him and those like him without even realizing it. how did he continue to do that? Continue to present each word, each turn of phrase, like some erotic promise lay just behind the words? Each and every syllable called to something deep within Emma, kept signaling to her primal urges that a man, a true man, a thick, hard, masculine beast of a man, lay just within her grasp. Still humiliated, Emma knew that the words, the actions, it all worked to turn her on more and more.The starlet let out a moan as he outlined her supposed previous life. Protests rose and died, transformed into little sharp noises as she kept moving. For her body, his body, never stopped. She kept riding along him, sliding her continually melting sex against his rigid, molten pole. heat transferred with friction, each stroke melting Emma's icy exterior more and more. The situation, the words, his raw power, it all just overwhelmed poor Emma, transforming her blossoming fear into something more solid. Those erotic changes twisted words into moans and almost sighs, though she tried shaking her head, to offer up that protest. She wasn't like that, wasn't that sort of girl, that sort of woman. But she could hear him promising to make her that sort of... ofqueen.A pull, and she let out a gasp as lips sought her mouth. The kissing made her shiver all the more, her body threatening to full melt into his arms. She reached one hand up, sliding about his neck in an almost romantic embrace. In truth, Emma needed the steadying, needed his thick, muscular, hard body to keep her from falling forward, to keep her upright, as steady as she could be. It relieved some of the tension from the hair, as he'd pulled it so taut as ot start to ache just a little bit more. He pulled back just as Emma could feel herself truly start getting into it, whispering more promises. As he did, Emma realized his goal, her eyes widening. Fingers worked.'I I've never ' she gasped, wondering if he'd even believe her. Tight muscles clamped down upon his fingers with a virgin's tightness. In truth, Emma had played with the hole, though only a few times. She'd been nearly drunk on wine, lonely, and curious as to whether buggering felt as good as some would say. Delicate fingers had teased her tight ring, and there had been a debauched, taboo pleasure involved. At least one of those drunken explorations had resulted in a light orgasm, and she got those so very, very rarely. But these thick fingers bore only the faintest resemblance to her past workings.'Yes!' she cried, telling herself it was the script. She felt him sliding in, felt her muscles parting, tearing. Emma let out a sharp gasp, then a throaty moan, her body shivering, her hands gripping almost desperately against the pole, sliding along it. The raw pain of it eclipsed anything she'd felt before, and it brought an increasing fullness along with it. That debauched sensation only grew as she felt her muscles contorting. The ass pinched tight about the cock, almost as if it could squeeze off the chocolate head that pushed inside. At least she knew she was clean, had always been meticulous in cleaning herself he'd not find anything extra upon his cock, beyond what her body desperately produced to make this easier.A long wail left Emma as he pushed forward. She felt him sawing into her, and she shuddered, white knuckles gripping the pole. 'ah, fuck!' she yelped at his command, feeling him pushing her more and more into the pole. 'Your huge cock' her voice dropped the word, made the consonants harder, 'it's tearing my aaaaaaassss,' she hissed the last, feeling her muscles contort as a few more inches glided into her body, pushing aside flesh, working its way up into her core, driving heat and pain and fullness up into her lower belly, where that simmering fire fanned brighter, hotter. Krutanga stopped as soon as he felt her body shivering against his rod. There was only so much stamina and will power that a man could exert, even a man like him. The moans and sounds spilling from her lips, combined with the brutal and merciless desecration of her ass, sent spears of sheer ecstasy and bliss shuddering through him. He held her there, both hands moving to grasp her hips, his engorged cock throbbing angrily in her anus as it sat within her, boiling in her juices as it pulsed and twitched inside her. His body shifted, her feet leaving the floor momentarily as he adjusted his position, then slowly began thrusting into her again, forcing himself deeper, hungry rampant thrusts driving his cock further and further toward the impossible goal of burying the entire obscene length to the hilt in her taboo hole.She could take it, they all could, they were made to stretch about a black man and he would show this one the extent to which she could be fucked. "That's it you little white bitch, You can take it, You are young and resilient, durable, fit. Your flesh can take any sort of deformation and spring back. You will take it all, you will take every inch of black cock that is sent your way and you will enjoy it, because deep down your inner whore as been screaming for this moment your whole life. Everything you gave done has been to attract my attention, prime me for the moment when I would lay hands on your hot horny little body and defile it as I see fit, for you are nothing but a white whore to black cock now. Nothing but a cock hungry little white bitch, ready to pay the dues for all of your kind to her new black master." he moaned out, slowing to let his fat cock stew in her tiny insides as he lined himself up to start drilling into her hard."Fuuuck.. you are so fucking tight. I love it." he grunted, forcing her wide, gape fucking her ass now as he began to saw back and forth in her impossibly narrow rectal tract. His cock shone and fluids slopped down her thighs and calves as he pounded into her, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts until he was pounding and slapping into her with full force, his cock stained with fuck juice and secretions until its entire length was a testament to his ability to cram his length into her yielding and accepting body. His soldier continued to film eagerly, only pausing to take out his cock to begin stroking off to the scene before him. Krutanga ignored him, placing his powerful hands on Emma's hips, dragging her onto him now, fouling the long shaft with her violently tight rectum as his cock bored into her. Hard and deep, no quarter given as he pummelled into her petite form with his huge black rod."You think you came here to help people? No Miss Watson. This is why you came here. You don't give a fuck about the blacks outside, the fools trying to change what cannot be altered. No, you came here to be taken, to be owned, to give yourself to the most powerful black man you could find. I can tell, I can tel from the way you moan, from the way your ass sucks on my cock like a virgins hungry mouth. You are a slut, a whore, a wretched little harlot who ants nothing but to feel a black cock piercing her young slit and stretching her youthful ass. AuUHhh... yes, fucking take it Miss Watson, take it and like it. Share your moans with the world, let those outside wondering if you are all right... let them know that you are liking and enjoying every minute of it. Show them your inner whore you little bitch." he seethed from his teeth, clenching them hard as he drilled back and forth inside her, bathing in the wallowing sensations of pleasure which he drew forth from the brutal fucking of her ass.Slap! Slap! Slap! His balls began to hit the shorts strewn between her thighs and he reached up and around to grab hold of her bodice, mauling handfuls of material and tits as he pulled out and dragged her away from the pole. a moment later he slammed her down on a nearby table, next to his rifle. Rocking her shorts a little further down her legs as he drove his cock back into her gaping and inviting asshole with a groan of satisfaction The table creaked and shook violently with each thrust, squeaking and splintering a couple of times as he burrowed deep into her inviting tunnel. Leaning over her he pounded into her now, hissing in her ear, his body bent over hers, his cock slammed to the hilt in her ass as he fought to fuck her with the wild animalistic fervour of a beast driven wild with lust. The fat length tented her body as it drove in, pushing her clit against the wood, filling her to breaking point in her tiny anus as he settled into a steady rhythm, defiling her with a casual constant pressure as he felt his cock swelling, stiffening and stretching out even further within her white flesh. "Scream you little white bitch, we want people to know how much you like it. Fucking do it." he growled into her ear. "Scream, writhe, beg for more.. if you aren't trying to make me come, if you don't want me to fill your nasty ass with my hot seed, then that means you must like it, that means you mus t want me to fuck you longer and harder... AUuhhHH... fuck..." he gasped, eyes almost rolling at the feel of what he considered to be her secondary cunt sucking on his manhood as he ravaged it. The raw stretching shot electric fire up into Emma's gut. She could feel it with every thrust, every twitch of her body. It coursed up and down, melting her lower half, seizing and relaxing muscles in violent turns. The starlet could feel her body attempting to squeeze down, to repel the invading cock. Muscles contorted, flesh wrapping vice tight, squeezing the buried rod with every ounce of Emma's strength. The raw pressure of it made her body tremble with effort, drawing another unwilling, throaty groan from the battered celeb. Emma could feel her flesh taking him, could feel her previously snug tunnel stretching before his insistent battering, knew in her core that he reworked her flesh on some level, shaping this tight channel into a perfect sheath for his thick, black cock. Her body rippled at the thought, that electric heat pooling wet between her legs, juices drizzling down her thighs, staining the white with glistening trails.How much had he sheathed? It felt like an arm ripping her insides asunder. Surely her stomach would bulge outward, showing another little sign of how fully he took her. Each driving push sent another wordless noise from her. How could he focus enough to continue the taunts? All she could offer were noises that bordered on the animal. A thrust drew a yelp. A slide backward drew an almost breathy series of gasps, until she thought she'd expel him from her body. Touches made her hiss slaps made her cry out in a sharp keening yell. Emma provided the soundtrack to her own debauchery, underlying Krutanga's steady stream of words, of promises and insults and statements of intent.'Oh gaaaaaahd,' she groaned as he insisted she share her noises with the moan, though whether she referred to some celestial being or whatever plundered her ass, few could say. She felt something connect with a wet slap to her thighs moments before she heard it, letting her know that he'd either sheathed himself fully, or at least delved deep enough into her to connect. The pressure felt far better than she'd care to admit: the fullness mixing with the almost teasing touches near her more sensitive areas. The starlet trembled, taking in shuddering breaths, desperately clawing at the pole in an attempt to steady herself both physically and mentally. She felt him moving, touching her breasts next.A shift, and she lost that balance. Emma let out a startled yelp as she stumbled, her dropped shorts not providing her any room to move. Soon she found herself slapping against a table. her eyes fell on the weapon, widening for a moment, a flutter of fear rising, dropping cold into her boiling heat. It turned into another sharp yell as he thrust himself back within her. Emma felt her body crash down into the table, and she again scrambled, trying to find purchase, nails almost digging into the wood itself. She felt that wood dig back, another friction against her. Somehow he'd angled so that the rough thing almost scraped against her sex with each thrust, making Emma ride back, effectively thrusting back against him. a much more active participant in her own fucking.Another command came, and Emma knew what he meant. He set up an impossible scenario: scream, and go on a record as all but begging for him, or deny it, and look like she enjoyed herself. There wasn't an option for her: 'F fuck my ass!' she tried, her voice jumping as she felt him. 'I I want you to fill my my ahaaaaa,' she paused to cry out, body shivering, 'my tight white ass with cum!' she spurt as fast as she could. 'I want to feel you filling me up to the brim,' she tried squeezing her body, but it already felt exhausted from the battering: nobody would have dared fuck Emma Watson like this before. She tried rolling her hips. 'Fill me with your mmm,' she shivered, another burst of pleasure pain, 'with your big, black cooooock,' she felt another burst, and she tried to suppress it, hissing before yelping, jerking against him. Her mind spun, almost as if trying to think of the script it needed to pronounce to get finish this debauched scene. "Fuck yes, you little whore, you must have been... AUUHhHUH... fucked in the ass before." grunted Krutanga. The way that Emma pushed at his cock with her muscles, squeezing at the long hard abomination of a cock with was drilling towards her bowels, made him shudder with ecstasy, wracking his body with blissful sensations as he laid claim to her most taboo hole. Each long and deep thrust invaded her to the hilt, bringing his balls to slap against her shorts as he forced her open. "You feel it don't you Miss Watson, Miss Emma Watson, famous actress who is really a black cock addicted little slut." he hissed as the soldier tossed the phone e had been using onto the table next to the rifle. "We have everything filmed, enough to show anyone curious that you came here for black cock, not to simply help those you thought needed your white privilege shone in their faces." he grit his teeth, easing off a few strokes, before driving his cock back into her with a series of fast insertions. He stood fast behind her, feet planted firmly, as his hips delivered impaling penetration after impaling penetration. His hands shifting about her, finally coming to rest on her tits, squeezing and fondling them through her bodice. The steady Thud, Thud, Thud against her buttocks making the table groan and creak alarmingly under the strain of the assault."Guuood!!..." he roared, the table shaking simply from his guttural expulsion of a single word of ecstasy. "If I'd had any idea how fucking hot you were, how tight, how eager to feel a black cock stretching open the entrance to your guts, then I would have come and taken you from your hotel long before now Miss Watson. Still... UUHhhh... this way things will progress more naturally. Your agreeing to visit my village, to spread your western love and aid in person, will seem like a natural development instead of an abduction, wouldn't you agree? You do want to visit my village, don't you Miss Watson... because there I will fuck you again in a much more brutal fashion. You want that, don't you Miss Watson? I can see it in your eyes, feel it in your tiny white ass. You want a brutal hard fucking, you want to spread not aid, but your slender white thighs. You want it and General Krutanga of the Wakumba tribe will give it to you." he grunted.Clenching his teeth he paused his commentary, his taunts, grasping her tits hard he dragged her back into his cock and spent a few minutes simply pushing into her, fucking her in an erratic pattern of thrusts and strokes, listening to her moans, whimpers and yelps with a satisfied cocky form of arrogant triumph as he drove back and forth, sawing his massive cock into her tiny anus until he could slide from tip to balls with confidence, having stretched her out enough to accommodate a proper fucking, his enormous black rod gleaming with the liquid sin which poured forth from her well abused hole. Occasionally he had to pull out and simply slap his member against her ass cheeks, the fat heavy rod leaving strings of fuck juice staining her ass cheeks and lathering her shorts. Globules of fuck juice dripping down to soil her socks and boots, before the air outside cooled his shaft enough for him to begin fucking her again. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, dropping away as he delved into a earnest assault on her flesh which afforded her not one shred of mercy.Looming over her he brought up a foot to rest on the table, enabling him to deliver deeper harder thrusts into her rectal sheath, burying his monstrous erection to the hilt with each heavy thrust now. Her body battered by cock as he fought to hold on, to hold back, to last just a few minutes longer as the raw wet heat of her ass strangled his cock and bathed it in a searing aura of sensation. His body jerking, spasming, battling to allow him a few more strokes into her burning core, a few more piercing spearing thrusts into her rectum as he hissed and groaned and joined her in a cacophony of primal and near feral grunts and gasps. The pretence of direction slipped away and he devolved into a beast fucking its prey, slamming cock into ass as though his life depended on it. "AHhuuhhhuhhHH!" he groaned out finally."Here." he leaned down, lips brushing her ear, teeth clenching on her lobe before allowing it to slip free. He moved a hand around to slide beneath her, fingers forcing their way into her cunt as he buried his cock in her ass and began to buck and squirm. Strings of hot cum began to spurt into her insides, flooding out her bowels before back washing out of her tight rim to spurt down her legs. Threads of his seed stained her thighs, pooled about her cunt lips and soaked into her quim. Lengths of white cum blasted to the four corners of her ass, before he managed to pull back and send arcing gouts of his sperm to slap against her corset and lower back, splattering her ass, her clothing, strings hanging down to be slapped into her legs and calves as he came violently and hard, pouring his offering out to slash across her as he roared out in satisfaction."Not.. auuhh... not bad you little whore. Not bad at all. You have done well, Miss Emma Watson." he groaned, standing straight behind her. "Now, turn around and clean me with your mouth. A dozen directors must have used your mouth to satisfy them, this will be no different from your usual meetings." he chuckled, "Then you will come outside with me, address your aid workers and let them know that you will be willingly accompanying me to my village." he told her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Because we both know that you want more, don't you Miss Watson? You want more black cock inside your tight little white body, because you know that no white can make you come like a black man can... and you know that should footage of your depraved and sick behaviour with a black man reach your fans you will be ruined." he hissed quietly into her ear, a hand sliding down to toy and tease with her cunt for a moment before he returned to standing behind her. "You will talk to your people. Explain where you are going. Then you will join me in my jeep and keep me hard until we get to the village. Understand?" How could Emma not feel it? The thick cock restructuring her innards to fit its needs. The constant pounding driving heat and want into her body despite her initial reservations. There was just something so primal in all this, something that made Emma seriously concerned that perhaps each word slapped down upon her from Krutanga might have just enough ring of truth. This debauched plundering of her ass felt so decadent and wrong that it shook her to her core, making everything within her tremble and vibrate. She felt her body bracing, sliding against him, and while she could mentally tell herself it was to ease the sliding, or to bear his fucking, at some level even she realized that her body bucked back against him, slapping her slender hips back toward his, working to impale herself.Fabric scrunched about her aching chest. Emma felt his touch mauling her there, teasing and pressing heat into her nipples and upper torso as well as her lower. It jolted and spread the encompassing heat. Sweat beaded and slicked her entire body now, drizzling down. It pooled along her lower half, catching her moist sex and the bits of precum and fluid to further drizzle over her. She could feel bits of hair form her loosely tied pony starting to stick to mouth and face, could feel her body desperately trying to fight a heat that simply would not diminish. Every bit of her felt aflame, a fire that he kept stoking with each thrust, that she fueled with returns.Hints and promises again came, and Emma let out groans almost to match questions. Had she wanted this? She'd say it if it would get him to stop plundering her. Or to fill her. or to tease her. Or... or Emma didn't even know. She found herself groaning an affirmation to his offer of brutal fucking without her brain fully realizing what those words meant. She felt her lips moaning out something that sounded like an almost drunken, almost slurred 'Yes,' barely discernible even with her proper posh accident. Her body rippled, muscles again tempting to squeeze. She could feel her lower half contracting now as the nerves began firing full bore. That tight channel began working his cock as she felt him slapping against her. It worked to pull, to squeeze, as if it could pull his seed from his hefty balls to fill her. Each tensing muscle twisted Emma's abdomen. She felt the coils of pleasure tightening white hot along her lower belly. Each press, each grind of her sex, each thrust of thick cock into increasingly stretched hole, twisted it tighter and tighter.He shifted, she almost cowed before him. Head dropped, body curved to meet him, to give him best access. To finish quickly? To feel more? She didn't care. She kept jerking as the coils steeled themselves. Emma could feel it beginning, and she fought hard. Swallowed down, tried to push aside the mounting tension. Her already quivering form shook all the more violently as the orgasm began layering itself within. The proper Brit should've cum the moment his cock glided into new areas, when his shift pushed her aching sex forward, when the pummeling reached that new height. Or perhaps as he groaned out. Or when he leaned. Or when when his teeth touched her.'Fuck,' she spat, clenching her teeth. Perhaps she could've kept her stalwart position if his hands hadn't slid within. The moment she felt his touch, she exploded. Emma's head whipped back, a primal shriek leaving her as the orgasm rippled across her body. She felt it tensing every muscle within, taking that fire and turning it electric. Nerves blew out as she came, came harder than she ever had before, came from herass, from the raw debauchery of having her body used as this dark god's fuck toy. Surely he'd timed it, for as Emma came she felt raw heat pouring into her. It caused her scream to increase, and she slapped forward, her writhing, sweaty body clinging to the table as the orgasm eclipsed all other sensation. Spots swam as it rippled, ending shortly before he did.Emma shivered as cum drizzled her backside, adding more layers of molten heat. She felt her aching sex drizzle seed, mixing with his juices. It stained her thighs, pooled around her lowered shorts ,gathered in the panties. She felt it, felt it oozing forth from her. His words came, and she twisted, panting, looking up at him. They... he wanted more? She worked her mouth, wondering if her body could even move. She had to, or else, or else he would would do more. He had footage now, blackmail. Emma groaned, trying to push herself down. The moment she was left without table or him to support, she collapsed to her knees. Bits of cum, hers and his, splayed against her knees. She took a few deep breaths, reaching up toward him, trying to gather his cum and the fluids that had leaked from her ass. She leaned forward, but she wasn't sure she could take him in her mouth, both from instinct nad from exhaustion. She gripped him and gathered it, pooling some of his seed and licking it from her palm.'I I want more,' she obediently repeated, staring at his cock, certain it would deflate, that this would be over and she could regain herself. He'd said something about keeping hard, but surely... surely. She kept stroking him, trying to clean him with hands, even leaning forward to spit, but the exhaustion showing on every inch of her trembling white body. His cock was still bent upwards, jutting out and up even though he had just spurted a torrent of thick cum into her creamed out ass. His black shaft shone and thick rivulets of cum and cunt juice ran down it to drip from his balls, the slit at the top of his knob still beading out droplets of spunk as he watched her, waited for her reaction to his instructions. There was no doubt that he was going to fuck her again and soon, her pale white body turning him on more than ever. Her tight cunt, tiny frame, alluring accent, it all demanded that she be punished with black cock until her man hating and ridiculous feminist ways had been fucked out of by his black cock. If she had been with a real man she would not even be here, wandering around in Africa waiting to be taken. It was a clear declaration that he was as much being used as she was, though he could care less about that. Soon she would be in his village and her acting days on the big screen would be over.When she had orgasmed, her wretched body exploding with pleasure as he fucked and ravaged her ass, it had almost drained him dry of cum. His satisfaction at wringing a climax from the foolish English girl filled him with a dominating sense of pure power and a fiery acknowledgement that every warped and twisted word he had used, to describe the young whore, was correct. Her body had betrayed her, her mind had joined in, it was evident to all that black cock reigned supreme and she was now a white slut who was at his disposal, ready and willing to feel that orgasm, which he had beaten out of her with a brutal ass fucking, all over again. Next time, though, it would be far more intense. How could it not be, since it was going to be pounded out of her tight little white cunt instead of her ass? His cock was already raging hard again, as though the time spent drilling into her rectum and then painting her bowels with his hot cum had.Admiring her cum drenched body brought a smile of satisfaction, his hands moving to pass the rifle to the soldier present, he had other things to be doing with his powerful grasp as he stood there with the liberated and enlightened young actress who would soon be giving some of her best performances for his village. He grasped at his cock, wrapping his powerful digits about the thick, obscenely wide, girth. Stroking it and letting slop s of spent cum and fuck juice spit forth onto her face and cheek as he watched her lick ejaculate from her palm. "I know that." he replied, confident, arrogant, cocky, as she spoke. His free hand grasped her head as he forced his cock into her mouth, pushing it between her lips and driving it deep. He crammed it half way in and used her lisp, tongue and throat to clean him off, before pulling himself free to allow her some respite, knowing that her mouth was too good." I, must be careful, your white whores mouth is too good, if I leave my cock in you I will have to mouth fuck you again." he smirked.He reached down, lifting her to her feet, his hands moving to her shorts and tugging them up sharply, buttoning them, though the evidence of their fucking was clear on her cum stained features and clothing. "Now, do as you are told Miss Watson, otherwise you will be punished for disobedience. Go and tell your aid workers and friends that you are going to come with me, that you will be accompanying General Krutanga to his village to put on a special performance for him. After all it's only fair that you do so, that you share your talent with those you claim to be here to help. Fair is fair, you little white bitch, isn't it?" he hissed with amusement, zipping himself up and placing his hands on her shoulders, guiding her towards the tent flap. Outside the workers were lined up as his men helped themselves to goods and aid, filling trucks and jeeps as his own was driven over to park up in front of him. A final whisper was sent to her ears. "I want you in the jeep as soon as you are done talking. Then I want one of your hands on my cock and the other buried in your cunt."Rolling his neck he moved over to the jeep, clambering into the back seat of the open topped vehicle, patting the seat next to him with a grin as he waited for her to comply and obey. "Come along Miss Watson, the villagers will be thrilled to see you and learn of your eagerness to put on a show for them." he called to her with a wide grin which exposed the gleam of his teeth. More cum slopped outward, and Emma could only extend her tongue in a vain attempt to catch it all. She felt the warm fluid gathering, pooling upon the pink flesh. Just the oozing bits pooled there, before overflowing. Much of it drooled down onto the floor below, forming splotches of white along the mostly brown floor. But others of it splattered against her face. Emma could feel the streaks of it marring her features, sticking to her. Loose strands of light brown hair stuck to her face where cum worked as glue, further painting her shame onto her. She'd tried to gather even more up, to lick, to lap. But she'd barely started when he shifted again.Once more, Emma could only open up. Her lips stretched as much as she could, jaw widening to aching, past aching. That domed head slathered juices upon her tongue, filling her mouth with the musky taste of him mixed with just a hint of her own body. Emma felt her muscles contorting again, throat squeezing, working. The starlet tried to force her lips closed, as if to pull off the rest of the seed by sheer pressure. Bits of it clung to her lips as he finished pulling out, his cock mostly shimmering with her leftover spittle. The Brit quickly swallowed, letting the mixture slide down her throat, before coughing slightly. She could still taste him, that thick flavor and odor filling her.Hands pulled, and Emma wobbled upright. Her unsteady legs could barely support her, battered as she was from that intense fucking. she felt her snug shorts yanked onto her still sensitive body. Wet panties, still slathered in fluids, squelched against her sex. Emma could feel the warm bits oozing around her nether lips, excess starting to drizzle out the sides. The dark blue of it stained the entire crotch area of her snug blue jean shorts, showing quite clearly what had happened, and obviously working more. The girl could only stand there, clearly recently fucked, clearly dazed, clearly out of it.He tucked away, and she felt her body being shepherded out. There was a flash of shame as he displayed her for the villagers. Emma tried to tuck herself in, to shift. But her motions almost squished more seed out from the crotch of her shorts, as if to drizzle down. The starlet almost wished he'd just paraded her out naked this felt so much worse. 'The the general has convinced me that I am here only for his for black cock,' she pronounced, her voice shaky, though still confident. 'I will be will be accompanying him, where he will treat me to his glorious presence and help me to fully fully experience him and his people. I so look forward to being further used by him, and for helping him and all of you by being the best best white little little bitch I can be,' she almost sobbed at those words, though she shivered. That being said, she nodded ,and wobbled toward the jeep. It took her almost two tries for her to get into the truck.The moment Emma sat, she felt a little more squelching out. Flushing, she reached, working to feel at his crotch through his clothing, while her other hand played along the entrance of her shorts. She worked both through fabric, already pulling her legs up and shivering, almost wishing she could curl a little further inward. Surely he could've at least given her a rest during the drive... Krutanga lounged a little in the back of the jeep, the trip would be smooth enough and he waited for the armoured car and truck full of appropriated supplies to head out, before tapping the driver ahead of him on the shoulder to get moving. The jeep was a modern one of course, unlike the surplus style rugged truck and other vehicles which made up the jungle motorcade as it prepared to depart from the village, leaving most of Emma's aid workers behind, except for some others who had been selected to service his men and provide entertainment themselves in their home village. He kept a keen eye on her as she delivered her lines, her body clearly showing signs of having been fucked recently, yet with little in the way of injuries he expected that her little act would be well received, not that it mattered. He was sure that many of those left behind might suspect some form of duress, but what legal forces there were would either ignore the plight of some white actress, or be bent to his will by threat and bribes. "Well done, I could tell that you meant what you said. You are a very good actress Emma Watson, English white whore." he nodded as she sat down next to him. "See..." he pulled out his cock, the fat thick shaft jutting vertically, head glistening as a bead of pre cum first on its tip and began to soak down his length. "...you have me as hard a when I first decided to fuck your tight white ass, perhaps harder. You truly are a devil in white skin, you little slut. To see one so young and so eager for black cock truly enlightening and encouraging." he told her with a wide toothed grin."Your clothes are becoming quite stained, we will get you something else to wear when we arrive, in preparation for your entertaining us tonight. This is the opportunity of a lifetime Miss Watson, just think how your peers and superiors will welcome you back, after learning how well you have treated the poor black people of Africa and how you have sacrificed your time to help them survive." he grinned, leaning towards her, he slid an arm around her shoulder, his other hand moving hers and wrapping it about his cock, pressing her delicate pale fingers against his thick girth, knowing they could not entirely encircle it. He moved her hand up and down a few times, fucking his cock with her fingers, before releasing it. "Of course, we know the truth, don't we Emma. I mean, would you really want to leave, even if the opportunity was there? Or would you like to feel what it's like to have my cock inside your tiny white cunt? I think we both know the answer. You did not come here to help people who do not want your help, not really. You came here to feel good, to have an adventure, to get yourself some black cock to tell your little white friends about back home, didn't you? After all, no one really knows what has transpired here, what will transpire? Not like they would be gossiping back home if you disappeared into the apartment of some black." he chuckled.Releasing her hand he brought his own hand up to slide about her neck, pulling her close to him. Staring into her eyes he left her hand to work his cock while he shifted to allow himself the opportunity to lift his hips to force his cock into her grasp. "Look at you, you little white whore. I just fucked open your tight white ass. You'll be leaking out my thick viscous cum right now, into those little nothings you call shorts. Not only that but you fucking loved it I would wager. In fact when was the last time you let your man fuck your ass? Or perhaps all your silly feminist rantings left you without a white man back in England, or wherever you were before you came here?" he pondered aloud. Dust was flung up about them s the convoy left the village, heading out along dirt roads which led to further jungle bordered locations away from the plains where the village had been located. He pulled her closer, kissing her on the lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he eased his hand down from her neck to her breasts, shoving it between flesh and corset to allow his fingers to begin torturing her left nipple. Pulling back he licked his lips. "What do you think is going to happen to you in my village, little Emma Watson? Yet you entered this vehicle willingly? What do you think" he growled, squeezing her nipple roughly. "While you think and answer jerk my cock, stroke it hard. You need to make me fountain my cum out between your fingers, because if you do not there will be consequences." he grinned again. It was hard to tell if he was lying or not. "Feel how hard you make a mans cock, a real man, a black man. Feel it, make it harder, so that I can properly use it... and do not forget to finger your nasty little fuck hole while doing so. I want to see you come before I do you horny little bitch. Come for your black man. Your general. Show me what a fuck addicted little white whore queen can do." he commanded. No amount of work or stretching or arranging could get Emma's petite fingers to circle Krutanga's cock. She tried, shifted, moved her soft digits to try and grip something, as if she hadn't already learned about the thickness of this weapon when it had been shoved to the root into her ass. Her body spasmed at the touch, at the thought, at the memory, a little more seed drizzling into her, soaking jean and spreading out beneath her. The sensations made her shiver, lips parting with disbelief that this was happening, that she was letting it happen, that on some level she almostwanted it to happen. There was just something so otherwordly and debauched about it that she couldn't fathom what was going on here. The praises only furthered her own discomfort and ill ease, making her shift, that discomfort curling up in her gut, mixing with the arousal that grew more and more with each passing moment. Was she eager for black cock? Her instincts, her Western, proper Brit thoughts said no, said she should rebel. But she could feel that twinging, could remember how that cock had felt embedded into her ass, could still feel his warm fluids oozing forth from her body...She worked the cock, trying to hide her inner war. Fingers slid up and down, stroking it. They used the still clinging fluids, the spit, the leftover juices, to run up and down. Fingers lingered atop the domed head, working over the slit for a moment before rolling to the base. Emma's digits drew tight, working their way up, again pumping, again milking to try and pull it. She could feel his hands about hers, as if she needed his guidance and insistence after his command. The truth? Did she want to know what this was like? Again she felt that internal war base desires fought with years of intelligent upbringing and education, trying to find some odd middle ground. Between thoughts and stroking, Emma left her own sex mostly untended. The hand not actively stroking kept mostly to helping balance, to steady her exhausted body in a mostly upright position.Her gaze swiveled, and it took Emma a few moments to realize she'd had nothing to do with it. Soon those expressive brown eyes were looking up at the imposing man who'd taken her. She swallowed as he kept going, feeling his seed oozing out into her shorts. Some white had started to drizzle out of one leg, as if trailing from her. The mention of a man had her flushing, her eyes flickering away. She'd had some before, but none had taken her in the rear, certainly none had fucked her likethat. Before she could say as much, either in protest or confession, she found her open lips seized. Emma's eyes widened, her body stiffening from the initial grab, before she felt herself almost melting before him. His lips demanded submission, roaring like a wildfire. Her body could only melt in response. Eyelids fluttered close, mouth parted, Emma's lips almost going slack as she allowed him entrance. Her own tongue rose obediently to greet him, as a servant did a master upon his return home. Noises rumbled up as his hands mauled her still aching flesh. They rumbled from lips into mouth as hte girl shuddered in time. The moment he pinched the nipple, she yelped, body rolling. The hand gripping his cock tightened, squeezing with pressure to nearly match her tight ass from moments before.A part, and more questions. Willingly? She hadn't hadn't really entered this of her own will... but but now she needed to make him cum? Emma could hear her cue, knew what was expected of her.I have to play the role of the dirty white slut again... but it's feeling less and less like a role and more and more like some dark desire, some want that I didn't even know I could have, or that I'd even admit to considering having...'I think...' she said, pausing to lick her lips. He'd said something about fingering herself? She wasn't sure she could, not while stroking him and reciting lines. She tried working her hand into her tight shorts, pinned slightly, and instead opted for focusing on the other aspects. 'I think you're going to take me to your people,' she began, her hand moving to stroke as she worked. 'You're going to show them that you managed to conquer a beautiful white woman from the foreign lands. That you are the great General, not simply a powerful man, but a sexual one,' she gave his cock another roll, fingers playing along its head. 'You shall tell them that I am a filthy white slut for your thick cock, before exposing my already partially abused body for their viewing,' she could feel her lower abdomen tensing as she continued, stroking him. 'Before continuing, you'll force me to wear whatever you deem appropriate for a cock hungry woman,' she let her hands flutter about his cock before gripping it like a lifeline, pulling at it as if it contained the most delicious thing she'd ever had. 'You'll own me with the clothing, stake your claim visually. Then,' she hesitated, looking in his eyes, knowing she had to sell it: 'then, you'll fuck me,' she dropped the words hard, yanking on his cock. The speed of her hand increased, almost blurring. 'You'll stretch out my snug little sex with your monstrous cock. You'll fuck me so hard that I'll forget my name or where I came from, forget everything but your massive weapon,' she gave said weapon a squeeze. 'My tight little sex shall be reshaped into your perfect tool. Your hips will hammer me so fucking hard that I'll scream my throat raw, and you'll keep thrusting long after I've climaxed.' Her body shivered, rolling as she realized she was turning herself on. 'You'll fuck me into unconsciousness, only to wake me with even harder fucking. Then your seed will splatter my body...'She shivered, jerking his cock, feeling a sharp stab of something like pleasure hit her. Emma felt the jeep rumble around her, and she paused, wetting her lips while she stroked his cock, looking into his eyes, the good little actress seeking her cues. Krutanga leaned back, lighting up a cigar and taking long confident puffs from it as Emma's delicate fingers slid up and down his shaft. Their effect was immediate and undeniable, the flesh stiffening, thickening, stretching out as she gave it her attentions. The head turned into a glistening purple helm which wept pre cum down his rod, mingling with her fingers and being used to shine his cock from tip to balls as she gave it stroke after stroke. His grin was all gleaming teeth as he slipped on a pair of mirror shades, relaxing onto the hand job he had commanded from his new white slave. His proper little English actress turned whore. He raised a hand to gently slap her face. "Touch yourself you little bitch, like you were told to." he growled with a look of impatience. His hand slid down to encircle her throat, to begin with giving it a gentle squeeze as his cock thrust up between her pistoning fingers. It throbbed and bulged with thick veins, which gleamed with the sheen of fuck juices being spread across its hard length and wide girth. Hisses of satisfaction escaping his lips as he shifted his hips to push a couple of thrusts through her fingers as he fucked her tiny delicate white hand. He shuddered as her fingers teased the sensitive head, coaxing even more of his sinful and wicked fluids to flow forth to slick his rod and her fingers as he occasionally fucked her hand to supplement her own efforts."I know the way you little whores think. It's not enough just to get some black cock, you like it rough, you like to pretend that you don't have a choice, you like to dream that you were some helpless innocent in whatever went down. That way when a black baby gets squeezed out of your tight white cunt nine months down the line you can pretend that it wasn't your fault. That way when your friends hear how you solid out and fucked a black guy you can convince yourself that it was a mistake, that you were forced into it... but its pointless, we both know the truth, Miss Watson. Especially someone like you, an actress. They are all fuck crazed exhibitionist whores anyway, aren't they? Fucking a black man should not create any sort of turmoil at all. You types even fuck women now and then don't you? Or is that just for show, to get your white men hard enough to give you a semi good fucking?" he laughed.Noting her hesitation to fuck herself he took hold of her hand with an aggressive grip, shoving it into her shorts and leaving it there forced between flesh and denim. He looked at her sternly from behind the mirror shield of his sunglasses, the cigar burning between his lips, ember specks detaching to fly loose as they travelled... "I want you to fuck your tight young cunt with your fingers. You've done it enough for your white boys and for yourself, alone at night, squirming and bucking your cunt against your hand while you think about taking a black cock in your tiny little white gash. You can't tell me that you haven't you little whore. I know your sort. The more violently you bleat your feminist bullshit, the more you really want some man, a black man, to come and give you the fucking you need. Right now you must be in heaven, young Emma Watson. You get to fuck black cock and you can still deny that you had any say in the matter. You can pretend to your shocked parents and whatever siblings you might have, that you were simply giving aid to the savages, they'll never need to know what a filthy depraved little slut you really were, as long as you obey your new black master." he grinned wickedly.As she began to recite what she thought was going to happen to her, his grin grew wider and his cock grew harder, pulsing rhythmically between her fingers. He hissed each time her fingers eased over the helm, a animalistic groan issuing from between his teeth as they clenched down on the cigar until it looked like he might bite the end off. He shifted his body more towards her, his cock twisting in her grasp as he did so. A hand behind her head gripped her hair, while the other tugged at her bodice, giving up as it remained in place, moving instead to simply assault her nipples from the outside. "Yes, we will place you in some loose tribal robes, reserved for ceremonies. Something which will freely expose your flesh to our sight. You nice, clean, white flesh that will have the men of the village jerking off in their pants, flesh that will have them envious of me, jealous, hungry to see what will happen to such a pale slut who has been brought there to be placed on display, to be both envied for her looks and hungered after for her body." he nodded as she laid out her thoughts before him."AHhhuUHh..." he groaned as she continued her speech, as though reciting the script and screenplay for some movies he had decided to star in. "Ah, yes... Now the real little whore comes the surface. Alone, with no one to hear you, now the truth spills from your white lips. You black addicted little wretch." he growled, his cock stretched out as far as it could go, throbbing faster and faster in her blur of a hand. He spat out the cigar. "Guuoddd." he gasped, gripping her hair, "Suck it, make me come in your mouth. I want my cum to be swilling in your guts by the time we get to the village." he roared. "Take it, take it down and suck me off in your tiny white mouth until I flood out your gullet, You wicked little white witch!" he demanded. "Certainly your vivid imagination has flooded me with ideas, just as I am going to flood your mouth. When I'm done you will clean me off, then describe in detail the outfit you will wear to display yourself to the village, to my people, while you do as I commanded and fuck yourself to an end with your fingers, redeeming yourself for earlier disobedience... as well as... as well as... AAUuuAA UUhUHH!!" he tensed, pulling her face down to his cock, where he forced the soaking helm to push open her lips and thrust into her tiny mouth. The heavy helm squeezing apart her lips as it ran over her tongue to wedge against the back of her throat as he bucked a little in his seat. The jeep hit a ridge and the bump forced his cock deeper, squeezing into her throat as he felt himself start to come, hard and violently, spurting gouts of thick hot cum into her mouth uncontrollably as he felt himself give in to the rapture and bliss of a shattering orgasm in the white whores mouth.

['Watson']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/93980/

Miraculous (voodooalex X Princess Kaylin)

"lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" Princess Kaylin x voodooalex Opening scene song: Superhero September 2nd, 2021 Marionette took a deep breath as she brushed her long blue hair behind her ears. Her earbuds were playing Superhero by Simon Curtis as she sat on a bench drawing in her design pad as usual for her college class. It was a bit of not what she planned as she looked, "Well this is not the assignment.... seriously why am I thinking of Chat....I mean Alya already told me who she thought he was years ago but there is no way....he can't be him...." She sat in her pink hoodie with her long black skirt as she looked up at the mechanical elephant. The words Machines De' Lile Nantes popped on the screen with a ferris wheel design in the title. Marionette quickly closed her book as she heard her phone ring. She picked up her cell as she smiled, "HEY ALYA.....wait what do you mean you can't make it....All four of us are to hang out it is the start of the semester and .....Nino...wait...Nino and you are...what about.....NO THIS IS ONE OF THOSE THINGS YOU TWO DO WITH ADRIEN AND ME AND OH GOD HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO TALK TO ADRIEEN WITHOUT.." She turned bright red as she started to stutter, "Wait Alya d...d....dont hang up....woah..." She dropped her cell as she heard the click frowning, "Damn it Alya....we are not kids anymore...." She blinked as she felt something wiggling against her stomach in her purse, "Shh Tiki...what is going on with..." "Marionette......did Alya do the usual.....I told you she would...and..." Tiki's head popped out as she smirked looking at the drawing, "So you're thinking of Adrien while drawing Chat again huh..." Marionette quickly pushed Tiki back into her purse, "STOP IT AND YES I MEAN NO I MEAN HE IS NOT HIM WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING THAT!" As she spoke the camera zoomed past towards the mechanical Caterpillar with a man being pushed out of the doors, "YOU ARE FIRED MR. JONES WE TOLD YOU BEFORE NOT TO USE SUCH VULGAR LANGUAGE AT A FAMILY AMUSEMENT PARK!" A man with long black hair turned and started cursing at the business man, "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS WHAT IS MY MOUTH TOOO FILTHY FOR YOUR UPPER CLASS TASTE THIS IS FRANCE NOT SOME SOME JAPANESE PORN!" The man glared as he pointed, "GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT! I WILL SEND YOUR THINGS FROM YOUR LOCKER BY MAIL!" Hawkmoth smirked as he stood in his lair looking at Adrien and his friends graduation photo. "Ah while the son is away the father gets time to play....and filthy mouths are a privilege of not having a FCC Media rating....no more cable no more crime what a sad man let your potty mouth shine...." He opened his hand as a small white moth flew out into the sky. Mr Jones walked past Marionette nudging her shoulder roughly as he sulked and walked rather close to the benches, "Hey ow....wait sir are you okay...." She froze as she saw a moth land onto his goggles. "BETTER THAN OKAY....." The purple goop enveloped the man as he had toilet paper wrapped around him like some sort of mummy and his goggles shined a golden red, "MY NAME IS POTTY MOUTH! AND I AM HERE TO WIPE THIS PARKS ACT CLEAN!" Marionette tensed up as she tried to quickly turn and rush for an alley. "Oh great not again..." She was so close as she felt herself stumble from her clumsiness. She looked down to see toilet paper bound against her feet. Her purse slid forward as Tiki fell out rubbing her head, "Marionette!..." The girl shook her head raising her finger to her lips as Tiki froze watching. "I will be back...I will go get chat or master.." Hawkmoth blinked as he heard the name. His eye twitched as he snapped, "potty mouth.....POTTY MOUTH WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT I NEED YOU TO GET ME LADY BUG AND CHAT NOIRS MIRACULOUS BUT POTTY MOUTH!" He paced his lair back and forth as he snapped, "HOW ABOUT THE BINDER OR BLANC SLATE SINCE YOUR CLEANING THEIR ACTS BUT POTTY MOUTH....THIS IS NOT A CHILDS CARTOON!" Mr. Jones kept dragging Marionette closer as the paper wrapped her up. He raised her hanging her from the trunk of the mechanical Elephant. "Yes Hawkmoth....I will get you the miraculous but you are not the boss of me....I choose my name and I chose potty mouth." Marionette tried to not crack up as Mr Jones glared and wrapped her mouth with paper. He glared over as he went for other citizens while the paper controlled the mechanical elephant. Hawkmoth shook his head, "Yes....you are your own boss but you still owe me for your powers....now bring me the miraculous..." Adrien Agreste checked his watch as he rushed across the Boulevard L on Bureau. He had parked his car in the big parking garage, now that he was finally old enough to drive on his own, he was enjoying more of his independence away from the watchful eyes of Nathalie Sansoeur and his bodyguard. Nevertheless, he was running late for meeting his friends. He had wondered, why Alya has called him to Nantes, miles away from Paris, but at least they would he away from all the trouble and superhero business for a day. This way he could enjoy a nice day with Marinette, Alya, and Nino. Usually those meeting were disturbed by some evilized villain. But not today, and Adrien was sure that Ladybug could handle Hawk Moth for one day on her own.However, his good spirits didn t last long. Once he had reached the entrance to the park, he saw people running and screaming in fear. Something was seriously wrong. Oh, no, not here as well, what s going on. Quickly he slipped into the park and hid behind a booth. He opened his jacket, so that Plagg could get out. I guess trouble follows us, Plagg, time to act. The small black Kwami looked rather annoyed. No, this isn t our city. Let the police take care of this. I just wanted to enjoy some good, old Camembert. But Adrien didn t wait to argue with Plagg, he just pulled his hand up and called out, Plagg, claws out! Instantly the black Kwami shot into the silver ring on Adrien s finger and the transformation began.Meanwhile Potty Mouth was wrapping more and more of the park with his toilet paper. Visitors running from him were snapped by his toilet paper like tentacles and wrapped into mumie like packages, where he then hung on various attractions, trees, and buildings. But that was only the start of the parks cleansing. Inside her cocoon of toilet paper, Marinette as well as the other victims, started to feel a slow burning sensation on her skin, like some kind of acid was starting to eat way on her cloth and burn on her skin.Potty Mouth laughed loud and grabbed for another girl, that tried to run away. Oh, now this will be a real special place, once I have cleaned this forsaken place of it s fake decency and fucking, ancient morals. This will be on fucking, big party! Opening Theme Song playing in the background of the scene with credits kind of like special opening to new series Tiki quickly zipped away past the elephant and right in front of Pottyman."POTTYMAN THAT IS A MIRACULOUS FOLLOW HER!" Pottyman glared as he turned snapping looking upward,"YOU FOLLOW HER IF YOUR ALL SO MIGHTY AND POWERFUL IF SHE IS FLEEING IT MEANS I GOT HER USER SO YOU SHOULD SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO YOUR ELDERS!"Hawkmoth twitched, "ELDERS! ELDERS YOU LISTEN HERE I AM MUCH MUCH OLDER THAN..."As the rambling goes on Tiki makes her way through the crowds of running people flying under feet and between bodies from the panic. This place was way too crowded much more so than Paris Streets. Her eyes glanced back and forth and froze as a hand reached for her. She dodged quickly avoiding a baby cooing and reaching from a carriage. Tiki let out a sigh as she turned and started heading for the entrance. Panic Music As Tiki travels across the area trying to track down anyone she knows. She pauses as she hickups seeing Chat Noir and is behind him not able to say anything. She shakes her head, "Chat.....*bubbles comes out of her mouth as she tries to say the name of Marrionette.* is in trouble....I know I can not say the name of my master but *bubbles* is Lady...... she...I can't power her she can't talk......she is trapped...please save *bubbles* " Tiki shakes her head as she snaps, "OH CORNNUTS I HATE THESE STUPID RULES THIS IS NOT RIGHT! A QUAMI HAS A REASON TO PROTECT HER USER!" Tiki shakes her head again as she puts her hands in front of her face before taking off towards the Elephant, "IM COMING *bubbles*" She quickly turned heading towards the louder part of the park. Tiki saw the elephant's trunk try to blow air at her and then suck her up. She flew wide and away then went back around and up the side of the trunk as it revved back again. She got up to the tusk as she shook her head, "Marrionette I found Chat....he should be here soon.....hang in th....WHA..." Her eyes widened seeing some of the minor burnt skin. It was irritated but not something that would take more than a few hours to go away. She shook her head, "Y...y..your clothes...MARRIONETTE YOUR....." Tiki glanced around as she paused seeing Potty mouth now working his way almost arachnid like up the trunk with his powers. Tiki tensed up as she backed over away from Marrionette. She flew up to another person trying to distract Potty Mouth. "S...S..you...you need to transform....uhm...yeah that's it serah " She glanced back at Potty Mouth as he halted. "That girl....Adrien's friend...hmm Potty Mouth or whoever you are that girl is at many of the incidents that other colleagues of mine have been at.....and that quami I have seen her in Paris.....this explains Ladybug vanishing for six months at a time recently....yes....that boy said she went to college outside of the city.....it must have been after she got enough heroes to protect it for her....BRING HER HERE!" Jones glares a bit as he tilts his head, "YOU LISTEN HERE HAWKMOTH I AM NOT SOME GLORIFIED ERRAND BOY SEE I KILLED THAT ONE ALREADY! NOW I AM GOING TO MAKE SOME MORE SKIN SHOW IT MY TIME HAWKMOTH IF I GOT THE USER THEN SHE ISNT GOING TO ESCAPE AND THE QUAMI WILL COME BACK FOR HER!" Hawk Moth was furious when Potty Mouth once again ignored his orders. Listen you worthless piece of shit, GET ME THAT QUAMI! I can take your powers as easily as I have given them to you. So, FOLLOW MY ORDERS, or become that worthless loser again, that you have been before! But Potty Mouth still didn t give a damn about what Hawk Moth was telling him. Oh, you are just like those other arrogant upper class fuckers, like my boss. You think you have the power over us, but you can t do shit without us. Sure you can take my powers, but than you will have no chance getting that Quami thingy that you desire so much. So, FUCK OFF, ASSHOLE and let me turn this place into a real amusement park! Then I can think about getting you that girl, if she isn t gone by then. So don t bother me, moron, and let me do my job! While Hawk Moth was still raging about Potty Mouth s insubordination, Adrien had transformed himself into Cat Noir and was running toward the akumatized villain wielding his staff above his head, ready for giving him a good beating. Time to clean up your shit, Potty Mouth. Or do I have to flush you out of here? Running toward the mechanical Elephant, Cat Noir suddenly saw his friend Marinette dangling for the tusk, wrapped in toilet paper. Her cloth turned to rags, giving way a good view at her lean body and her inflamed, reddish skin. At first Cat Noir had thought he had seen Lady Bug, since his friend seemed to have a very similar build and look on a first glance.In shock and desire, Chat stopped and stared at the nearly naked body of Marinette. Usually, she just wore long and less body hugging cloth, so Adrien was surprised how well Marinette looked and how much he felt drawn to her. Instantly, he changed his approach and made rescuing Marinette his first priority, he just couldn t leave his friend behind. Marine Oh M Lady I am going to help you. He grabbed the tied up body and pulled at the toilet paper, trying to get Marinette free with all his strength. Marinette tensed up as she squirmed. Her eyes widened as she saw Potty Mouth rushing as he notices the cat now starting to take his trophies. He snaps, "IM GOING TO GO BOB BARKER ON YOUR ASS!" He starts to climb the mechanical Elephant as he glares at the two. Marionette tenses up as she notices her quamii starting to fly back as she snaps, "YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER!" The quamii starts flying around the head of Mr. Jones as he swats at the small lady bug quamii and falls down off the elephant. He tenses up and shouts shooting toilet paper out and starting to get the Quamii. He left her on the ground as he snapped, "DROP MY TROPHY!" "YES BRING ME THAT QUAMMI YOU CAUGHT HER NOW! WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING LEAVE THE GIRL SHE IS NOTHING WE WANT THAT QUAMII " Mr. Jones tenses up as he snaps, "YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO THE QUAMII IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!! I CONTROL MY DESTINY!" Marionette tenses up as she notices the towel shifting, "mmmmmm" She finally gets through the toilet paper as part of it comes loose dropping her still bound into Chat Noir's arms, "SAVE TIKI PLEASE SAVE HER!" Marionette shivered as she cried to Chat, "Please she was protecting me help her! I will be fine!" Cat Noir continued to pull on the surprisingly robust toilet paper until he finally felt that Marinette s lean body was getting free and starting to drop. Quickly he caught his friend and held her body close to his strong chest. Due to the acids in the toilet paper, Marinette s shirt and pants had nearly been completely dissolved. Her body was just covered by some rags and her skimpy pink underwear. Again, Cat Noir couldn t stop himself from thinking, that her lovely, bare body had some surprising resemblance with Ladybug s sexy curves.Feeling his friend and former classmate so close to his body, Cat Noir couldn t stop himself from feeling a bit aroused. Nevertheless, he focused back on his tasked and turned to run away from the elephant to get Marinette into safety. He barely listened to his friend, when Marinette shouted at him to save Tikki. Who or what is Tikki, Marinette? He looked up and noticed the red Quami, being caught in the acid covered toilet paper. Who s Quami how do you know about it Marinette? What s going on here? Confused Cat Noir dropped the nearly naked girl behind some bushes and then turned to run back toward Potty Mouth, to get the situation sorted out.He pulled out his stick and unleashed a strong blow at the akumatized villain. Oh, shut up Potty Mouth, you are just full of shit. He laughed and his stick was hitting Potty Mouth right in the stomach sending him flying back several feet. Quickly, Cat Noir moved over the the quami and pulled away the sticky paper, holding it to the ground. Who are you?... And who is your master, quami? Marionette tensed up as she turned bright red as Chat Noir caught her. She shook her head as she spoke up, "Tiki is my friend please.....I will tell you after alright I wanted to tell you for a long time but I can't lose her!" She tensed up as she felt herself fall on her ass in nearby bushes as she blinked popping her head out. Tiki gasped for air as she felt herself being unwrapped. She had burn marks as she spoke, "I am not allowed to say...it is forbidden....even if I say it just comes out like Bubble bubble bubble hic up" She shifted her head as she spoke, "I am not allowed to say her name to anyone hence why it won't translate for anyone unless they find out themselves...It is also a risk and..." Marionette quickly looked around as she grabbed a cardboard box near a trash barrel and held it up to cover herself. She charged as she saw Chat Noir hit the akumatized man far off and started chatting with Tiki. Marionette charged as she tackled Chat Noir and shook her head, "Please don't ask her please.....I ...I told you I would tell you every..." "BUBBLE BUBBLE HICK UP! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO! YOU PROMISED MASTER!" Tiki grabbed her own mouth as she shook her head. Meanwhile Hawkmoth smirked as he showed up in Potty mouth's head, "So did you like that little hit into the bricks.....that boy sure does pack a punch.....maybe you should realize a hero has more than one trick up their sleeves...." Potty mouth pushed off the broken wall with his hands as he glared watching the two chat while Marionette held Tiki close. Hawk moth light up as he smiled, "Potty Mouth she is the one....it is so obvious take her quami before she has time to transform!" Marionette tensed up as she saw the man charging at Chat Noir with his toilet paper forming a blade. "KITTY LOOK OUT!....TIKI!" "MARIONETTE DON'T" "SPOTS ON!" In an instant Lady Bug shoved Chat aside and wrapped her lucky charm around the legs of Potty mouth. She slid under the man as she tripped him and shouted, "CHAT BREAK HIS GOGGLES!" Cat Noir rolled to the side, when he was pushed away by Ladybug. Confused he looked up at the beautiful super hero, while he wondered where she had suddenly come from. He looked around, but couldn t see Marinette and that Quami anymore. All he noticed was Potty Head stumbling and falling to the ground, while Ladybug urged him on to get Potty Head s glasses, what probably was the place the akuma was hidden.Driven by his instincts, Cat Noir jumped up and grabbed the glasses of the villains face and threw them over toward Ladybug. There you go, M Lady. Perfect timing of you to show up, but where did that other girl go? Slowly, Cat Noir started to process the situation, there was no way that Marinette had disappeared to fast. Was was Marinette maybe Ladybug and Tikki her Quami?Meanwhile Hawkmoth was furious about having his plan being messed up again, however, there was also excitement growing in him. Like Cat Noir, it had not been lost on him, how quickly Ladybug had appeared and that his son s friend and that red quami had disappeared in that instant as well. That made him think of his next plan, while the window of his lair was closing down again. Oh that s very interesting Ladybug will be mine I just have to lure her into my trap. And once I have her I will also get Cat Noir! Ladybug tensed up as she quickly stomped the goggles and tossed out her lucky charm. As it caught the akumatized butterfly, Ladybug did her usual super pose before letting the butterfly go. She tensed up a bit glancing around realizing no cameras were around nor many people....some did see her though.... Marionette quickly reached for Chat Noir's hand as she spoke quickly, "Let's go hurry alright Kitty cat." Mr Jones stared blankly as he fell to his knees confused. He glanced around as he sighed seeing others come to check on him, "What the hell happened..." She would rush if he followed or not towards the alley as she took a deep breathe. She felt the beeping as she muttered, "Tiki I am sorry I didn't get you food today I know that hurt to transform for that small amount of time." Marionette transformed down as she felt Tiki exhausted and put her hands out catching her. "Tiki....I am sorry I had to if I didn't..." Tiki frowned as she nodded and muttered, "Master will be furious but it was innocent lives you had to...others saw though and I am sure Hawkmoth Knows." Marionette sighed as she rubbed her arm, "Yeah yeah I know...." She would glance up blinking, "I had to...I couldn't let him hurt ..." Marionette frowned a bit as she touched her lips. "I still remember that kiss on Heroes Day after all." When Marinette changed back to her pre transformation appearance, she was still in her totally destroyed and ragged cloth, which barely covered her body s most private parts. For some reason this part of Potty Head s destruction had not been changed back, probably it had already been in a transformed state.Cat Noir was still recovering from the fight and the close save by Ladybug. He was still surprised that she had suddenly appeared and now she had vanished so quickly again. Wondering, whether Marinette had anything to do with this, he began searching for her. He returned to the spot, where he had left her alone just a few moments ago. Hey, Marinette are you ok? Where are you? Potty Head is gone and everything is back to normal, thanks to Ladybug. It s really amazing how she has been so quiet for so long and suddenly she appears again. But I guess that just how she rules and why I like her so much. Far away in Paris, Hawkmoth also transformed back into his usual self. He was still deeply in thought about what he had just witnessed through Potty Head. Well, that guy was disgusting and insubordinate. But he has actually proven his worth than many other before. I will need to dig deeper into this. He took his secret elevator to his office and then called for Nathalie. I need you to put out the news, that Gabriel Agreste is looking for an aspiring young assistant, who wants to learn from the best. Marionette spoke rather stern and quiet but shook her head,"I guess she fled already...this is so not fair..." She froze a bit looking down and sighing relief. Tiki floated around her head as she snapped, "MARIONETTE YOU CAN NOT SAY THAT OUT LOUD!"The name would bubble a bit as Tiki spoke but it could kind of be heard now since it was becoming more open. She landed on Marionette's shoulder. "Come on you need to be more careful." Marionette would pause as she paused and looked down hearing her phone beeping, "Hey a new ema....ADRIAN'S DAD IS ASKING FOR AN ASSISTANT.. ITS MY BIG BREAK WE NEED TO RESPOND..." She quickly spun around as she started to text up an email. Tiki shook her head, "Marionette this sounds suspicious don't do it...." Marionette giggled as she flicked her palm a bit," I will get to see Adrian again and my parents and ...." Tiki shook her head as she floated into Marionette's purse "you are hopeless..." A few days later, Gabriel Agreste sat at his desk and look through a big stack of applications. Lots of the applicants were many very promising and well educated candidates and would have been very devoted to the job. However Gabriel Agreste was looking for someone very specific. Finally he found the application that he had secretly hoped for. A smile spread on his face, when he looked at the picture and the name on the application Marinette Dupain Cheng.He called in his assistant and handed her the application. Nathalie, please invite Miss Dupain Cheng for an assessment center. And tell her to prepare a design for a complete outfit for a date with her love. I want to see what she s capable off and how far she s willing to go for getting the job. He smiled widely at his assistant. Then he added with a grin. But I guess, first off all, I need you to show me your true devotion... Get on your knees and suck my dick! Marionette would pause as she read the email. She quickly designed an outfit thinking of all the things Adrian liked. She would think of the colors he had in his room specifically the lady bug things. "Hmmmm" She would quickly brush a stroke of a pen as she made a red blouse with a black pencil skirt. Marionette would pause as she thought of Adrian and of the things that seemed to get him. She quickly crumbled up the paper and tossed it to the side of the trash. She took a brush prepped it and then started to draw out designs for a coat like dress. Black with red buttons. then an undercoat showing on two sides of it with red material and black dots. Inside there would be pockets so she could easily be able to access items but not have it hinder the design of the dress. It was a tad more formal than normal clothes but was just to par for a proper date, movie, or even just dinner at a nice or fancy restaurant. "THAT'S PERFECT!" Tiki would float over looking and growl a bit, "MARIONETTE WHAT ARE YOU DOING I TOLD YOU NOT TO THINK OF IT THIS IS GOTTA BE TOO GOOD!" Marionette crossed her arms as she spoke making the dress, "Come on Tiki. just trust me this is a job and I mean we are back in Paris and we will be able to see Adrian and mom and dad and master and ..." Tiki covered her ears as she just went to the purse, "Fine but I am not saying I told you so!" Marionette looked over seeing the purse as she finished the dress trying it on. "Guess I am off to go meet the new boss." Marinette was greeted by Natalie when she reached the Agreste mansion. She looked sternly at the young girl, not wanting to have another woman in the house, who she would have to share Gabriel s attention with. Wellcome, Miss Dupain Cheng, Monsieur Agreste will be with you in just a moment. Please, wait over here. She pointed Marinette to a room, which had a cat walk in the center, then she added in her cold manner. You can prepare yourself for you presentation, so that Monsieur Agreste don t have to waste any more time with you! She disappeared and left Marinette alone.After a short while, Adrien came into the room and looked surprised at his former school friend. Hey, Marinette, what a surprise, what are you doing here? By the way, you have a lovely dress? I like the red and black combination, looks a bit like Ladybug. He smiled warmly at the cute girl, but had to think of Ladybug and her lovely body in her tight suit. So, what took you back to Paris and to my house? Marionette blinks as she noticed how Natalie was acting. The girl nods her head as she stutters a bit, "I uhm uh yeah haha just here to learn about the position I mean yeah the job and all I assure you I do not plan to...." As Natalie vanishes, Marionette sighed rubbing the back of her head, "Geeze she does not seem happy....."As she turned and started to head over where she was pointed to, the girl would go over her designs and start talking to herself, "Dear mr. Agreste....sir Agreste...All mighty wizard Agreste....god Marionette come on...you have talked to this man before...and Adrien....oh Adri.... Marionette jumps a bit as she hears a voice,"ADRIEN I MEAN Uh..." She shakes her head turning bright red,"I uh yeah uhm....I welll you see I well I didnt mean to stand you up at the carnival and uh....your dad he is looking for an assistant and uhm...yeah that is what I was going for with the colo..."She shakes her head as she takes a deep breath, "I uhm...I wanted to come back....to aid Mr...I mean your father in design work and maybe branch out and form my own and uh....look I missed you..a lot.." She becomes quiet again as she clasps her hands in front of her. "Adrien I ..." She would stumble a bit as she hears the door behind her and fall into Adrien as she turned, "Uh hi Mr. Agreste sir I uh...oh...sorry Miss Natalie..." Tiki rolled her eyes sitting inside the purse using a mirror as a pillow,"Teenagers..."Natalie stood furious with a stern look watching the two as she coughed,"MONSIEUR!! Agreste will be a few more minutes....I suggest you clean up your act before he arrives.."

['Kaylin', 'Alya', 'Curtis', 'Marionette']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9405/

Combat and a Ctarl-Ctarl (Infamous Mercer and I)

There seemed to be a long and painful silence through the building. Only the faint moonlight outside gently illuminated the dark rooms of the Starwind and Hawking Enterprises building. though, with what the members aboard the Outlaw Star were dealing with, it wasn't much a surprise. They had been able to take care of any Kei Pirates that had come their way, but now they faced a much more fearsome foe, the Anten Seven. This elite group of assassins had a particular mission that they were to carry out: kill Gene Starwind. They had already made their first move after Shimi, one of the Anten Seven had challenged Gene to a one shot duel, and there was a good chance he wouldn't make it out of this alive. this night would be his last to do anything: eat, drink, sleep, anything before this risky duel. There was a great deal of worry throughout the group."Mm...seems like everyone's asleep." muttered Aisha to herself as she moved through the dark halls. the mighty Ctarl Ctarl had found herself having trouble sleeping, so she had figured a little snack would help a bit. She had even tried her little electronic game, but it didn't seem to be doing it for her. "Nyaa " She let out a soft yawn as she moved into the main room, looking for anything she could find. Her ears perked slightly and she turned to glance up to the small staircase leading up to the bed Gene was resting in. Normally she wouldn't think anything of it, but she could tell now that he wasn't asleep."Geez...still thinking of the duel."she thought. Of course, he was perhaps the backbone of this group, and he had gotten them out of some tough spots all this time. If they were to lose him now, there would probably be no way of reaching the Galactic Leyline."Well...it wouldn't hurt to try and calm him down."It would be a good time to just chat, but there were other reasons she went to speak with him. Since their past encounters, her attitude towards him had changed a bit. He really was the only person to defeat her in battle, and that had stuck with her for a while, in a good way though. then again, he still tended to find chances to poke fun at her. She slowly ascended up the flight of stairs, spotting him laying on his back on the bed. "Can't sleep?" While laying in bed under the sheets with only a pair of black boxers on underneath Gene laid on his back with his right hand behind his head and his right leg bent head turned toward the direction of the glass window on his left side looking out towards the star filled night sky. Ever since coming across Hot Ice Hilda and the XGP A1A2 as well as Melfina everything had started changing in Gene and Jim's life where they had ended up meeting along with Aisha and Suzuka but even then all four of them had seemed to start becoming close friends. While laying there in bed restless thinking about the duel upon hearing a familiar voice Gene was a bit surprised but didn't show it he was actually for the first time a bit scared and depressed at the same time thinking about what it might be like not walking away from this fight. "No....not really." Gene said as he stared over at Aisha who was standing before him his voice and face obviously showed that he was scared and depressed even though he tried not showing it being the backbone that he was over the entire group. "I'm guessing you cant sleep either Aisha?" Aisha flashed him one of her little grins, letting out a soft chuckle. "Well, I'd be surprised if anyone really was asleep with all that's been happening." She moved to the side of his bed, standing up above him as she crossed her arms over her chest. She could clearly sense how worried he was over the whole ordeal, and this wasn't the Gene she had gotten so used to fighting with. "Hey now. What's with that face? You sound like you're actually worried about all this. You really think you're not gonna get out of this unharmed?" She now sat down at the edge of his bed, turning her head slightly to face him. "You might be a little jerk sometimes, but you're a tough little jerk, and don't forget that!" She gently jabbed her finger into his chest a couple times. "Come this isn't the confident Gene I'm so used to." In fact, she was rather interested with the cocky and confident Gene. It was really a constant reminder of all his accomplishments in the group, and perhaps the reason they were still here. Watching her come over and sit beside his bed and when she started talking to him in her usual sense and way as well as her tone he couldn't help but smirk a little knowing that even though they sometimes got on each others nerves he'd miss Aisha's constant nagging and complaining. "I know its not like for me to be all worried....but its just what this guy at this bar that I met and talked to said about these kind of things." Gene said as he looked over into Aisha's eyes and while she was poking at his chest he'd gently grab at her hand with his left one before moving it around his neck and burrying his face into Aisha's chest closing his eyes. "Even if I do survive this one who knows if I'll even get out of the next one. I may never even get the chance to settle down for an ideal life and become a father." Aisha let out a small surprised sound as she was suddenly pulled in close, his face now buried deep in her chest. Normally, she might have knocked the daylights out of him, but seeing him in this state really got to her. "Geez...what are you saying?" She had moved her other hand around his neck, pulling him closer against hes. "Even if? That's nothing like Gene. Come on. You've been in numerous life or death situations, and you've overcome them. I may not say it, but I haven't lost confidence in you." "I know but most of that has been all my string of good luck and good karma. Before one can know all of that could go down the drain and backfire on them." Gene said as he kept his face burried in Aisha's chest before looking back up at her. "Its always the roll of the dice.....no, one knows what number or the outcome you'll get. Even with strategy the chances are only slightly changed by a slim chance from one to zero where its then all based upon skill." Gene said as he continued to go on it was obvious he was nervous more then usual about this situation and it seemed nothing could calm him down. When he felt Aisha wrap her other arm around his neck and move closer against him he'd feel their bodies touch against one another before both of his hands moved on over her tight rump rear. "Aisha...., will you bare me a child?" She paused for a while as she listened to him. Most of what he was saying were thoughts that had run through her mind every now and then. She would use those thoughts to encourage her to try and fight him again, though she was never really able to get another fight with him. "Well, I understand what you're saying there. But, if you you really think it's based on luck, you must be the luckiest guy alive now." she said with a slight grin. Her fingers would occasionally stroke the back of his head. She seemed to freeze at Gene's next question."Bare a child...for Gene?"Of course, they had gotten somewhat closer over their time together on the Outlaw Star, but had they really gotten that close. Of course, the little embrace they were sharing would seem intimate to anyone who saw them. A slight grin spread on her face, running her fingers through his hair a few times. "Gene...I'll bare as many children for you as you want...but I can't do that if you're going to be so mopey. I want the confident Gene again." she said, running her finger over his chest. As his hands had slid on over her tight rump rear both of them had started groping and fondling at her ass over the black lingere and black dress she wore and feeling her run her finger tip over the back of his neck then over ontop of his broad chest he'd feel himself get excited as his cock went errect to its full size twelve inches long two inches wide reaching above his belly button while touching between Aisha's inner thighs from under the sheets. "A womans feel, touch, warmth, and closeness is all I need to make me feel headstrong once again." Gene whispered into her right ear as he moved his right hand up from her ass over behind her right ear he'd start scratching her behind one of her sensitive spots on her ear before he leaned up locking his lips with Aisha's as he closed his eyes pulling her in closer ontop of him. Aisha growled lustfully as he groped her tight ass. a soft moan came from her as he continued, and she could see she wasn't the only one enjoying all this. She watched in awe as his massive cock popped up, standing nice and erect now. "My my, you've been hiding this all this time?" She let her hands move down to gently stroke his cock with her hands. A soft purr resided in her throat as he scratched behind her ear. Like any cat, she'd be finding that very enjoyable. "Is that so? Well then, I should have came in earlier to cheer you up." She eagerly kissed him back as their lips locked, and she continued to stroke his massive length as she was pulled down on top of him. She let her tongue slip out a bit to gently run over his lips, seeking entrance. One hand now moved over his muscular chest while she continued to stroke his length. His cock poking out of the slit in the pair of black boxers he wore was now free and feeling the cold air along with Aisha's soft hand stroking it up and down sensually Gene's cock twitched in anticipation. When he had kissed her and locked their lips and when he felt her kiss him back while feeling her press her tongue against his lips he'd open his mouth allowing her tongue inside as he moaned. Moving his right hand away from her ear he'd then reach back over her tight rump rear pushing down the pair of panties she had on then reaching under he'd start rubbing at her pussy's entrance with his right hand that slid between her inner thighs. With his other hand he'd pull all the sheets over the both of them as to cover them up incase anyone were to walk by Gene especially didn't want Melfina to catch him and Aisha being intimate with each other. With his right hand being busy with her pussy's entrance as it rubbed at her wet folds Gene's left hand then moved to grab and fondle at Aisha's left tit through the black dress she wore as they kissed each other deeply and passionately. Aisha moaned softly into the kiss as her tongue slipped into his mouth, engaging in a little wrestling match with his tongue. Her ear twitched slightly as he continued to scratch her there, and soon he had moved his hand back to her ass. She felt her panties being pulled down, and she felt the cold air now moving over her exposed pussy. A soft whimper came from her as he was now teasing her pussy, already feeling herself getting wet. The hyper Ctarl Ctarl made sure to be as quiet as she could. Who knows what anyone would think if they saw the intimate scene between these two. It probably wouldn't only be embarrassing on their part, but a surprise to the other members since it was them in the first place. "Mm..." she moaned, feeling his hand on her tits now. She felt a building warmth inside her, and she was loving every bit of it.

['Shimi', 'Aisha', 'Ctarl', 'Starwind']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/94074/

Starcrossed in Hyrule (MarioxGunner)

A traveler's life was a strange one. Dangerous? Yes. Thrilling? Of course! In a land like Hyrule one never knew what would be encountered at the next bend. It was best to avoid central Hyrule if at all possible with the Calamity so close. Sometimes though it was best to gird yourself and gallop through as quickly as your horse's hooves could fly. The Rito were a lucky lot, they could fly over any danger. Kira envied them and their wings. She had roots once and could have stayed. There was nothing for her in Kakariko. Family of course, so she couldn't say nothing. Yet there was so much more, so much to see and explore. She couldn't imagine just staying, being a farmer, preparing for potential Yiga or the minions of the calamity attacks. It was many years ago she had bid farewell to that life and took to the open road. And what a road it had been.Boko, her faithful steed, bore her comfortably south from Akkla. His coat a deep black, mane and tail glinted silver in the light. A sturdy stallion with feather around his hooves. He had not been the first horse she had tamed but he was the best. Brave, steadfast, quick, agile even if a little blockheaded at times. Sometimes Kira was certain his bravery was more stupidity than anything else. He plodded along the path towards Lanayru, a portion of Hyrule she had spent woefully little time in. The Rito were cool at first but warmed up quickly, some of their finest warriors had taught her archery once they settled to her presence. The Gerudo were surprisingly welcoming, then again they appreciated a woman warrior. By the Goddess they were tall and fierce. Compared to them she was a kitten. The Goron she spent only a little time with. Genial and welcoming they had been but buying fireproof elixer all the time grew expensive and it hadn't been the best for her skin. Hylians, of course, were abundant and she looked enough like them that they held nothing against her even if she wore her traditional armor. The Zora, however, were another matter entirely. She didn't know why but they were a xenophobic lot. Only once did she pass close to their domain and was quickly chased off. She didn't bother trying to return.Honestly she didn't plan on getting near their territory as she traveled south. Too many years gone it was time to pay a visit to her home. It would be a long trek, skirting far west around Zora's Domain, through the Lanaryru Wetlands and towards home. Yet she was curious about the Zora lands. On a potentially foolish whim she deviated from the roads and headed due south towards the mountainous plateaus that surrounded Zora's Domain. It was the safest way to see one of the few places she hadn't been able to go or chose to go. She hadn't bothered with the tundra, heat was bad but Kira hated the cold. A decent climber she figured a small detour couldn't hurt. Climb up to the plateaus, see what she liked, then retrieve Boko again and head home.Close to midday she hopped off Boko at the base of the montains and began her climb. It was strangely freeing to climb. Dangerous but she loved to feel the blood pump through her veins, how her muscles burned as she climbed higher and higher. A short point of rest then further. The traditional Sheikah armor was close fitting and left little to the imagination. It hugged her taut, lean arms and legs, accentuating her soft curves. Not as muscled as the Gerudo but far more ample than the average Hylian woman. Her silvery hair was caught up into a braid, wrapped and pinned to the back of her head. No bangs, all of her hair caught up. Bangs made a fight more difficult. Vibrant purple eyes were set in a fine, pixie like face. Half of it obscured by a blue mask, covering her from nose to neck. The clothes allowed her to move quietly, to hunt in stealth and avoid detection. When she wanted to of course. Kira was no stranger to a fight and loved to throw herself into a battle. The soft, split toes of her shoes helped her cling to the mountainside as she climbed. As any good warrior she kept her weapons on her. An Eightfold Blade sheathed at her hip, a Falcon Bow and quiver of arrows strapped to her back. No shield, it was not the way of her people. If you were not fast enough to evade an attack you were fast enough to die.By the time she finally made it to the top it was afternoon. She was sweaty, tired, her limbs were sore but she felt alive. The air crisp and just a little chill. As with most of the land it was beautiful. She followed the flat paths further and further up. The highest vantage point would be best. While she didn't imagine there would be much of a threat so far up she kept a wary eye out. Chuchus could spring up almost anywhere. She passed by a rock and her feet skittered to a halt, her purple eyes shooting wide. A Red maned Lynel stared at her, its expression just as surprised as her own. The pair stared one another down. While Kira was not opposed to a challenge she had only tangled with a Lynel once before. The pelt of the last one fetched a fine price but it had taken her weeks to heal up and get back to her travels. The Lynel moved and she knocked an arrow. It charged and she fired, diving and rolling out of the way just barely avoiding the massive weapons in it hands. Their dance when on and on. She shot but the arrows didn't sink deep enough. A decent archer she was no where near the expert of a Rito. One good shot to its eye and she should be able to down it. Before she could land the perfect shot she was out of arrows.The Lynel charged again and again. Kira ducked and dodged, rolling out of the way but unable to land a solid hit on the brute. It was furious, it was ferocious and it hadn't just climbed up a mountain. Kira panted as she waited for another charge, arms shaking. Her blade was light and sharp but she was starting to struggle to hold it. It charged one again, this time Kira ran right at it. She slid beneath the beast and struck its belly. A good slice but not lethal enough. She just barely managed to roll out of the way before hooves came crashing down to stomp her to death. Scrambling back up the beast landed a solid kick right to her shoulder. Kira yelped in surprise and pain as she was sent skittering and rolling across the ground. She struggled to her feet, managing to keep hold of her sword. It might very well be the day she died. She hoped someone would find Boko and take care of him. Zora's Domain had always belonged to the Zora. True, though tourism was common and visitors were tolerated and sometimes appreciated, the Zora people kept their distance from outsiders to the point of being Xenophobic. They had no hatred for the Gorons, Gerudo and Rito people, but when it came to the Hylians they were bitter and unwelcoming. Many, many years ago their favoured princess had been killed, sacrificed in vain for a lost cause while her two Hylian comrades pussyfooted about like dead weight. The Hylian princess had failed in her duty, and her chosen knight had failed to protect Mipha, or any other champion for that matter. There were doubters and compassionate soothsayers who argued for reason some even brought up those old rumors about Mipha having feelings for that Hylian champion, but that ultimately made the grief and anger worse for those left behind after the Calamity.Very little of that mattered to Piran. He was a tall, well built Zora male with well defined muscles, gleaming red eyes, dreadlocked, anenome like tendrils for his head instead of the usual dolphin fin and a dark orange and grey colour scheme about him, and yet in a crowd with others of his kind he didn't stand out because of it. So many of his kind were fit and spry, after all. However, Piran's bulky, broad shoulders, sturdy, thick arms and powerful legs were above and beyond the typical fare of his race. Whereas so many others of his race favoured spears and halberds for reach, Piran perfered to fight with what the spirits above gave him his limbs were swift and deadly enough on their own, and if he met a foe who couldn't be bested with blunt, heavy handed strikes and kicks, he could always rely on his claws, teeth or a razor sharp dagger of his own making. Though he was arrogant and overconfident in his martial arts abilities, Piran wasn't an idiot. Despite his size and stature, he made a point of picking off foes from afar with a sturdy bow.Today was the day he would finally prove himself to the King and Prince of Zora's Domain. His race needed a new champion, a new, skilled master combatant in case Calamity Ganon seeped out from that husk of a Hylian Castle and drifted over to the land of the Zoras. Piran loaded himself up with arrows, honed his wicked dagger and set off to Ploymus Mountain to defeat that cheeky Lynel that had set up shop there. Piran was going to do it alone anyone else would get in the way or royally fuck up. Alas, someone was getting in the way of his glory that day, something he noticed as clear as day when he heard the ferocious grunting and clanging of steel as he reached the summit of Ploymus Mountain. A good silver lining would have been knowing that another Zora was fighting this Lynel, but instead, as Piran rushed into the wet fields of this mountaintop arena, he was treated to a disgusting, humiliating sight.AHylian was fighting the Lynel. Sure, it was a Sheikah, but to Piran he only saw a bloody Hylian ruining his accomplishment in the making. He was tempted to let this curvy, silver haired lass meet her end at this Lynel's blade, but in the end he relented. Piran, despite his abrasive personality, was no murderer by inaction. He nocked a few arrows onto his bow and, when the Lynel had its back turned as if to finish off the Hylian struggling before it like a mouse before a cat, Piran let his presence fly. Two arrows, no matter how well crafted they were, were not going to penetrate the back of the Lynel's head but it would surely piss it off and distract it!"Get up," Piran barked to the Hylian. He stood there near a boulder a dozen or so meters away from the Lynel with his legs primed for dodging, leaping and scurrying away. "Get up and get out of here before you get yourself killed!" Just before the Lynel reared for a charge, the final blow, it howled in surprise and just a little pain as sharp arrows glanced off the back of his skull. Both Kira and the Lynel looked around for the source when Piran barked his orders at her. Managing to find her feet Kira stared at the sight. Not only had the Goddess sent help...but a Zora. She didn't know what surprised her more. Deliverance from certain death or to see a real, live Zora there. The Lynel had no such thoughts.In the most basic of senses it knew the recent pain had come from the barking creature. Its sights turned on it instead.Fury boiled in the Lynel's belly. It let out a long, challenging roar. Rather than charge a fire gathered in its belly, fueled by its rage at having another opponent. A gout of flame rushed at the Zora. Two more gout in quick succession, following wherever the Zora tried to run. It didn't hear the attack coming from the rear. With another present Kira felt herself renewed, just a little. Her right shoulder screamed in protest but she didn't run. With the Lynel distracted she ran up behind it. Just like wild horses. With an easy leap she hopped to its back. "Sheikahs don't run!" She yelled as she wound her hand into the Lynel's mane to hang on. The Lynel panicked. What was on it?! The other prey? Just like a wild horse it began bucking furiously. Kira clung on with her left hand while she tried to strike it with her right. Her movements were weakened, slowed by the screeching pain in her shoulder."Shoot it! Hit it! Something!" Kira shouted from its back as she held on, cutting its right arm and shoulder. Pain for pain. Though as the beast bucked furious it was moving dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. Neither the Sheikah woman nor the Lynel realized how close they were getting Fire wasn't much of a problem to an aquatic creature like a Zora, but no matter how ineffective it might be, a flaming fireball was still incredibly dangerous, especially when hurled at a high velocity. Piran managed to get off a couple more shots, one missing and the other glancing off the Lynel's horns, before he ducked out of the way of the advancing fireball. He cursed, as he had leaped away from the boulder and by extension his sanctuary, and scuttled back to take cover before the second fireball took off his head. The third one impacted upon the boulder he took as cover, and the force of the strike was enough to send an uncomfortable ripple down Piran's spine. Perhaps he had bitten off a bit too much than what he could chew?If that thought had crossed the Sheikah's mind, Piran couldn't tell. In fact, as he heard her battle cry he realized that she wasn't about to back down. It was as if she was trying to show him up! The nerve of a Hylian to repay his gracious assistance by throwing her life away so carelessly! The orange Zora dashed out from cover, nocked another set of arrows and advanced upon the writhing Lynel for a closer, more acurate shot. He wasn't going to be responsible for this Sheikah's death if he missed."You reckless little..." Piran pulled back the string of his bow and let it sing two more arrows whirled through the air on a colision course with the Lynel's upper body, all from close range! Why, if the Lynel so wished, it could have knocked the Shiekah off and taken a fatal swipe at the Zora with its massive hand! "Dismount! Dismount!" Piran barked again. The Lynel howled as two bites stung its chest. The arrows struck true. Blood seeped from the wounds but apparently it wasn't entirely enough to kill the beast just yet. Its bucking slowed and it stumbled. Kira heard the Zora shout for her to dismount. Why would she want that? The beast was nearly...The Lynel lurched suddenly. One hoof struck the edge of the cliff. In it's stumbling attempts to regain footing it reached out for anything. A massive, clawed lunged forward for the Zora. It's fingers latching onto the fins of the Zora's arm. That lunging, lurching sent Kira stumbling forward, her left hand still clinging to the Lynel's mane. She swung around and slammed into the Lynel's chest as it scrambled to stay on the cliff. Trouble was, horse like hooves were not meant for climbing.Kira released the blood red mane only to have a leg trapped in the Lynel's armpit. Gravity was no one's friend that day. The two, smaller combatants were helpless as the massive beast gave way and tumbled down the cliff. The group of three. Down and down. Surging, swirling water of the east reservoir reached up to greet them. Of all of them the Zora could make it, being a creature of the water. Though such a drop, unless a proper dive executed, would smack the body nearly senseless. The Lynel still grasping the Zora's fin wouldn't help matters. Kira's heart hammered in the few moments that seemed to take an eternity. Swimming wasn't what she would call a strength.With a might, bone jarring crash the group hit the water. Rushing currents, hungry white caps surged around them as they hit. The Lynel sank fast, kicking furiously as it tried to get to the surface. Luckily it released the Zora's fin, on its own or through fighting it didn't matter. Kira kicked and struggled her way to the surface, barely breeching water before being knocked under by the rapids. They were all being pulled towards the dam and the spill waters. The Lynel thrashing near the smaller beings didn't help with keeping anyone on the surface. It seemed every time Kira managed to break and suck in air she was pulled under again wether from the Lynel or the cruel waves. She groped and reached for absolutely anything to keep afloat. Getting grabbed by the fins the fins of all things was such a cheap move, but Piran wasn't about to debate it with a Lynel. As he was dragged further and further towards the edge of the cliff with Kira and the Lynel, Piran did what he could to avoid getting forced into a watery grave. He struck at the fingers holding his fin to the point where he had to drop his bow just to make a good enough effort. Sure, he felt naked without his bow, but it was better to be alive than to be found dead with it clutched tight in his hands."Oh we are so screwed," the Zora managed to growl out before he toppled over with the rest of them.The next few moments were a blur for Piran. True, a Zora hitting the water at such a height wouldn't have been an issue, but with one arm disabled by the Lynel and a poor angle achieved because of it, Piran smacked into the great blue waters and saw stars. The only reason he wasn't dead was thanks to the Lynel breaking the surface of the water a quarter second before him. Listless, Piran drifted about in the churning, dastardly waters like a corpse before his senses came back to him. His limbs felt numb and his whole body pulsed with pain, and yet he couldn't let that stop him now. His ruby red eyes scanned for the struggling Lynel and caught sight of the woman.With all the speed and skill provided to him as a Zora, Piran flew through the water on a collision course with Kira. He could only imagine the look on his face terrified, pained, out of his element as he reached out in an attempt to bring this woman up and out of the Lynel's grip. Kira kicked and floundered as she tried to keep herself above water. With the surging foam and the Lynel's thrashing she was lucky to get a second before being dragged back down. Her lungs burned, her right shoulder howled in pain, silvery tresses had become unbound and only served to obscure her vision. This was not how a Sheikah should die. Every movement was agony and soon it felt like ever limb was a heavy and solid as a Talus, weighing her down. Maybe it would be best to take a big breath of water and let it be over with. Just as she considered stopping her fight an orange and grey blur caught her eye.It was only seconds but they seemed to take years. Kira kicked hard to stay above the water as her eyes met with the Zora. He looked like she felt. Frightened, in agony. Both of them battered and bruised from their encounter. He was charging through the water right at her. She lost sight of him as the water yanked her once more but she felt flesh and muscle. His hand found hers and she found herself yanked up out of the water with ease. Her head at least. She was quick to reach out with her other arm and hold to his shoulder. Normally far too close for comfort with anyone but the Zora floated and floating meant not drowning. Kira panted for air, coughing between each heaving breath. She pulled her mask down for a freer flow of air. Her face was finely boned, round with a neat little nose. Not the best of times to decide how pretty a face might be."Thanks," she managed with a wheeze. Despite the danger of the situation she was acutely aware of how close they were. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she held onto him. Never mind that, there were more things to worry about. Both of them were injured and spent. The Lynel was thrashing nearby but was drifting faster with the current towards the dam spill point. It howled and raged, Lynels were not meant to swim. Though as it thrashed it caught sight of silver and orange. Mad, red eyes swiveled around. No matter the danger it was in its fury won over fear. It struggled against the current. It would kill even if it died. Just as the group of three were reaching the spillway the Lynel reached for its targets with a vicious snarl. Yep, this one had to be a Sheikah. Were they technically Hylians but with curvier frames and enhanced agility? Piran really had no clue he had glossed over Hyrulean History and Biology as a child. The orange and grey Zora hissed in alarm or perhaps it was discomfort when he felt how close this woman and, by extension, the Lynel was to him. This really, really wasn't the best time to plot out the features of another person's face or get a feel for their curves when a Lynel was still a very real, tangible threat."Hold on tight," Piran ordered as fear and disgust mixed in his tone. He wasn't sure if the Lynel still had a hold on the woman somehow, but with the spillway coming up quick he wasn't about to dive back down and check for sure. "I'm gonna try and "In hindsight, with a Lynel trashing in the waters and reaching out for something to drag down with it into a watery grave and the raging, churning current swelling over the spillway nearby, not even the best Zora swimmer was going to get out of this one. Piran was too close to the edge. There was no debating it here. The Zora just hoped that this woman would hold on tight, lest the massive drop would kill them both... Hold on tight. For a change Kira was quick to obey. Disregarding the awkward position she pulled herself closer to the Zora, releasing his hand to wrap her other arm around his neck. Her strong, slender legs wrapped around his waist. Like a vine clinging to a tree she held on tightly, allowing him full use of his arms and legs. She forced herself to ignored the strong, rippling muscle his body was made up of, how lean and hard every surface was. Her breasts fully pressed into his chest, the core of her body at his navel. She tucked her face into the ball of his shoulder and squeezed her eyes shut. If she had her way she would never go into water any deeper than her hips from that moment on.The Lynel went first, howling as it was flung out into the open air. However possible Kira's muscles tightened further around the Zora as they were sent out of the spill way. Back into the open air. Being lighter than the Lynel the pair were thrown further. Lucky for them. The Lynel tumbled down the side. With a sickening crunch it landed on heap of rock and boulder at the base of the dam. Piran and Kira would be flung further, missing the rocks by a scant few feet. The water was only slightly more forgiving. Another bone jarring crash into swirling waters. The vortex of water slamming down into the river forced them both under. Kira held her breath as tightly as she held Piran. The water tumbled and raged, quickly forcing them downriver.She gasped when finally they were able to get air. The rapids were faster in the river but slowly they subdued to a quick stream then a gentle glide. Kira finally stopped grasping the Zora so tightly and moved so he was freer to swim. They had been swept far, all the way to the Lanaryu Wetlands. It was miles back to his home, even further for her to retrieve Boko. Yet they could worry about that. First was to be grateful to be alive. "I'm never swimming again," Kira mumbled once they were safe. If there was a silver lining in all this crazy action, it would be that the Lynel was dead and gone. But that only begged for looting and obtaining its head as a trophy, both things Piran couldn't do as he was being hurled downriver with some Sheikah held tight against his body. If he weren't still in danger, the Zora would have blushed a deep scarlet at how tight this woman was against him, and at how soft her body felt. A tinge of lust crept through his mind, but only for a moment before he was forced to concentrate on where the river wanted them to go. He could go back to that giant corpse when all this was over with, however long this was going to be!It seemed like hours before the two of them reached the Lanaryu Wetlands or, more specifically, Mercay Island just past a Lizalfos encampment. Piran didn't want to have to come back to the area and face those wretched reptilian beasts, but the sores in his body coupled with the damage to his fins forced his hand. He took Kira under the various bridges and platforms until the coast was clear, and from there he waded towards the island and the sandy, grassy bank. Drenched and fatigued, the orange and grey Zora trudged out of the water and, when he was on stable, dry ground, he pulled Kira off from him with all the grace and care of a wild horse bucking off a Hylian tamer.Once Kira found herself with her ass in the sand, she would then get a sharp finger jabbed in front of her face from the Zora. At a distance, it was clear that he was a close range fighter, but now that he was so close there were more details to make out. Besides the ruby red eyes, anenome like tendrils dangling from the back of his head and razor sharp teeth, there were bits and pieces of improvised armor attached to his body at certain places. Vambraces comprised of silver and leather adorned his forearms, shinguards protected his shins and a leather harness had been fashioned for his arrows and bow, though the simple nature of this setup had been undone by the churning of the rapids to the point where the broken leather was dangling from his hips. Finally, there was a traditional, finely crafted silver headpiece to protect Piran's frontal lobe. Further protection would have been superfluous given the rippling, sturdy muscle layered throughout Piran's body like living armor."You're damned lucky I found you," Piran grumbled as he lowered himself into a squat to get eye level with Kira. He winced he had sustained a few wounds here and there, but nothing serious. "That Lynel was my quarry. It was to be killed by me, not some " He glanced down at Kira's outfit for a split second. "...large breasted exhibitionist with a death wish!" Finally safe in shallow, mucky water and then glorious dry land. In strange, sudden calm, Kira had forgotten to release the Zora. Clearly uninterested in having someone still clinging onto him he pushed and bucked suddenly. Kira's limbs released and she dropped with a wet thud onto the sandy shore. She groaned some as a shock coursed her spine from tailbone to neck and made her aching shoulder throb. Before she could speak a sharp, taloned finger was thrust into her face. She blinked a moment, staring at the pointed nail. Her eyes followed up along the vambrace and muscular arm. Now that they were safe and all was calm she was able to get a good look at the Zora. She hadn't seen one before. Not in person anyways. A strange but fascinating creature.Her eyebrows quirked as he spoke, watching his mouth move around rows of sharp, pointed teeth. He got down to her level, almost like a parent lecturing a child. Contrition was not an option. Her brows furrowed as he lectured her but shot back up when, of all things, he mentioned her breasts. A strange instinct her arm shot up over her chest as if to cover them. It wasn't as though she were topless anyways! Her other hand jumped up and grabbed the finger that was shoved into her face. Wide purple eyes narrowed at the Zora. For a moment she had thought to thank him. Really she should have but that thought left with his accusations."First of all, that Lynel attack me you pretentious fish boy so maybe you should have worked out your stupid plan with it first. Second, a person with a death wish wouldn't exactly cling to another to not drown, right? Third " She hesitated as she stared up at the Zora. Did she really have a right to be angry with him? If it weren't for him she would have ended up a drowned, bloated corpse. Or...dead on the mountain top. She did sort of owe him. Kira growled low in her throat and released him finger. Her anger seemed to dissipate as quickly as morning dew. She huffed a sigh and looked him dead in the eye. "Third...thank you. I shouldn't be ungrateful that you saved my life...mmm...twice really."With a groan Kira pushed herself up, dusting the sand off her butt. Her body ached and groaned at having to stand. Rest. It just wanted to rest for a little. Already late afternoon, the sun already casting warm, evening light. "We should make a fire...bandage up...hunker down for the night. I don't think either of us are in any condition to travel and certainly not through the night. Come on," she said as she offered a hand to help him up. Only slightly humorous given that with him crouching she was only a scant bit taller than him. "I'm Kira, by the way." Grabbing the finger of an angry Zora was like getting in the way of a rolling, oblivious Goron. It really couldn't end well for Kira, but in hindsight, what would Piran have done at all?Harm her?No, Piran was an asshole at times, but he wasn't irredeemably so. As such, he listened to Kira with wide eyes and a stiff, twisted upper lip and found himself not only irritated and humiliated, in a sense, but proud. Proud of Kira, a mere Hylian, for having the moxxy to stand up to him. She had backbone, and that... Piran could appreciate that.Still, fish boy kind of hurt. A lot."Well, you're welcome," Piran grumbled out after a bit of awkward silence. He went to stand, ignoring Kira's help as per arrogant protocol, and looked up to the sky as Kira remarked about the night. "Yes, that would be wise."Oh, Piran had wanted to say so much more in passing. If it weren't for this Hyli Sheikah, yes, that's right if it weren't for this Sheikah, Piran would have had the Lynel's head secured. But in the end the Lynel was dead, Zora's Domain was a little safer and... now he was stuck with this woman. Sure, he could just abandon her, but in his current state it was better to stick together. There was something more about this woman than her strong backbone that enticed Piran in a way he had never been enticed before. Plus, part of him actuallywanted to appologize, if only to take back that part about Kira being an exhibitionist."I'm Piran. I have to admit, despite how things went with the Lynel, you seem to handle yourself well." The orange Zora clicked his tongue and turned towards a secluded, smooth, sandy spot just a stone's throw away from them. It seemed that someone had set up a little campsite here, though there was no wood or further supplies to scavange save for a makeshift tent of sorts. "If you find wood to burn and, uh, reinforce that campsite or whatever, I can see about getting us some bandagesand food for the night, provided you don't mind the taste of fish." Kira dropped her hand as the Zora stood up by himself. She shrugged it off as he stood to his full height. Her head tilted back to look up at him. He easily dwarfed her, she barely came up to his chest. Somehow she didn't think Zora were as tall this. Learn something new every day. She had learned many somethings that day actually. Kira was good on learning new somethings for a while. Her purple eyes wandered all the way to the Zora's feet then back up to his face. A fascinating creature....person. Most drawings of Zora showed them as sleeker creatures, with a large fin coming off their crown. This one was different. He was nearly as burley as a Goron, less round of course, and had strange tendrils falling from his head rather than the normal fin. A little gruff, possibly even rude but there was something interesting about the man...creature...person...standing in front of her.When he spoke it startled her out of her mental wanderings. Even more so his almost compliment took her by surprise. "Thanks...you too...?" She responded awkwardly. Kira was used to comments about her skills. Most folk assumed she was Hylian at first glance. As a blanket statement Hylians weren't very strong warriors. The ones that could be considered strong fighters had died out almost 100 years ago when the Calamity struck. Somehow, coming from the large Zora, the compliment struck harder. As he turned along the sandy, grassy shore she followed to a tiny encampment with an equally tiny tent. Barely a tent, more like a makeshift overhang. If it decided to rain it would barely keep her dry let alone Piran."Fish is good and I don't seem to be in a position to be picky," she said as she stared at the small camp with her hands on her hips. "The only thing I'd turn down is rocks and durian...can't eat rocks and durian smells like Bokoblin shit." With a short, snorting laugh she looked around. There was a tree nearby but it didn't look like there was much in the way of fallen branches to make a fire. Fresh wood made a fire too smokey and was hard to light. The vines would be useful though. Kira set to work getting vines down from the tree, leaving Piran to his own tasks. Despite an aching body she managed to gather up a good few feet of strong vine. Up on the rocks she noted a grove of trees not too far. Smaller trees with plenty of debris below them. Perfect.She wasn't gone too long, collecting as much wood as she could possibly find. One of the trees had apples too! With those sharp teeth she wondered if Zora were primarily meat eaters. Well if she ate some apples then that would be more fish for him. With a good bundle of branches and an armful of apple she headed back to camp. There she was able to get a cheerful little fire going and straightened up the little makeshift shelter. It still wasn't much. If it rained they were going to get soaked. Though she supposed a Zora wouldn't mind that so much. On that train of thought she needed to get her clothes dry. Not a blanket between them though to cover up with. Still, spending a night in wet clothes would certainly mean catching cold.Kira took a minute to weigh her options before huffing a sigh. She still had under clothes and it wasn't like the Zora wore clothes. Using the vine and some branches she set up a drying rack near the fire and removed her wet clothing. Cloth wrapped around her chest, mostly to arrest their usual movement but it served for some modesty given the situation. The cloth compressed them somewhat though even with the compression it was clear she had been well graced by the Goddess. Under the tights she wore a small pair of shorts that were tight on her backside and legs. It too was damp from their long swim but she had at least a small sense of modesty. Kira was lean and fit, her flat stomach neatly indented at the sides. Toned with decent muscle definition with pale skin. Mostly pale at the moment, especially her right shoulder which was blossomed with a morbidly beautiful bloom of bruising. On her front, however, a viscous scar ran from above her left breast, presumably between her clevage and all the way down to her right hip. Not fresh by any means but still a deep, vibrant, almost wet looking red.At least it was warm near the fire and she started the apples baking while waiting for Piran to finish his own tasks for their campsite 'You too?'Piran had to resist scoffing at that line. He handled himself so much better than the other Zoras, even better than the plucky Prince Sidon. With raw strength and peerless skill Piran proved himself superior in fights, and if he ever lost a sparring session, it was only because his opponent either cheated or got lucky. The orange Zora, seeing that Kira had turned away from him, rolled his eyes yet kept his tongue in check he wasn't looking forward to tempting this woman into letting loose another humiliating remark."Fish it is, then."The Sheikah was more than capable for her task, so Piran saw no need to stay and supervise. He had his own tasks to complete, so with his wicked silver dagger pulled from its sheath he gathered a few pieces of driftwood, whittled them down into stubby spears and took off into the water. With damaged sore fins Piran couldn't make the trip all the way back to Zora's Domain, but at least he could still catch fish and gather supplies to sustain himself until he fully recovered. First he searched for the common, easy pickings Hylian Bass, two of them to be exact. Sluggish and awkward, the bass were gathered up, stuck on the spears and positioned near the camp on the sandy shore. Piran, with his extra spear, went out again but in deeper waters and managed to nab a Staminoka Bass. Surely that would be enough food for the moment.As for bandages, Piran was at a loss. In Zora's Domain it was a common treatment to use seaweed and other watery plants as bindings, but here there was very little to nab. Luckily that Lizalfos Encampment wasn't too far away, and knowing those nimble monsters, they were bound to have something of use. Piran wasn't looking for a fight, so he swam slowly and dipped under one of the many supports of this wood and bone structure to find an old but dry piece of cloth. On closer inspection, the cloth looked to be from a Hylian flag all the way back from before the Calamity. Piran rolled up the cloth and, with Lizalfos chatting amongst themselves up above, he drifted back to his and Kira's campsite.Upon returning, Piran was greeted with a burning fire and Kira dressed in He did a double take. Kira had taken off her lightly armoured outfit and was damn near nude there by the fire. Seeing so much skin on display took Piran by surprise and aroused something alien within him needless to say he felt a mixture of discomfort and excitement! Most Zora females were beauties in their own right, but none of them had the kind of breasts and curves like this Sheikah had. Curves were curves to a male, no matter if they belonged to a Rito, Gerudo or, in this case, to Kira. Luckily, Piran's groin was somewhat covered by... Shit, no, it wasn't covered by anything! Well, so long as he kept calm and Kira didn't do anything, well, alluring, everything would be on the level. Holding his fish and cloth in his arms, the Zora looked her up and down from afar before coming closer with a light grimace on his lips upon noticing that bruised shoulder."Here. Some roasted bass and bandages ought to bring some comfort. There's more cloth out there, if you need your own tent for th " Then Piran noticed that scar. By Hylia, that was some vicious looking damage! Piran visibly recoiled at the sight before sitting down at the fire. "Woah! Is that Was that from today?" Piran was easy to see coming. It was a good thing he was brutishly big and strong. He was probably about as stealthy as a Moblin. Kira looked up at the orange Zora approached and noted his double take. Her eyebrows quirked as he hesitated and stared a moment before overcoming his shock and made it to the camp. Kira smirked a little. For a race that hardly wore clothes he had little right to be surprised or judge. She wasn't embarrassed in the least, neither by simply being so underdressed nor the received reaction. It was actually a little funny all things considered. She returned to pushing around a couple apple to roast them as he spoke.His sudden exclamation took her by surprise and she jumped, snapping her head up. His eyes focused on her torso. In a stupidly common reaction she looked down to the scar. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed to a thin line. She shifted how she sat, bringing her knees up to her chest hiding the mark from view. "No," she said with a snap. "If it was from the Lynel I would have bled out and died already." Her tone was sharper than the Eightfold blade she last lost in the currents. Suddenly she was more self conscious about having removed her armor. Perhaps she should have just left it on a let herself get sick. No that was stupid.Kira took a long, slow breath. While quick to set off she was quick to rein in her explosive emotions. She relaxed the sudden guard and pinched an apple out of the fire with pinched sticks. "So long as it doesn't rain we shouldn't need another tent. We could use the cloth as another bedroll if need be. I think we are both just bruised up, luckily," she said with a half grin, brushing her mostly purple shoulder. She looked over at the Zora who was likely as banged up as she was. What an odd pair they made."How good are you at climbing? My home is just up there," she said as she point d up the river to steep cliffs. The Kakariko graveyard lover looked the rive. It wasn't too difficult of a climb. "We could get some supplies there, weapons too before heading back to Zora's domain. Well...part of the way. I wouldn't be allowed there but I need to go back and get Boko. Sure hope he will be alright in those fields..." Boko wasn't always the most intelligent of creatures but he was brave and strong. Hopefully he would just spend some time cropping grass and snoozing. Wow betide the monster that pick a fight with her mighty stallion. "Hmph. Well excuuuuuuuuse me, princess," Piran mumbled under his breath at Kira's snappy comeback, hoping it was soft enough to go unheard.Piran listened to Kira's self diagnosis as he gently cooked his caught fish over the crackling fire. Good, less wounds meant less materials used. Bruised and tired from the day's events, Piran found himself lacking the energy to argue with this woman for the moment. He could bitch up a storm if he wanted to, but tonight it was better to just let things be. Maybe he was just in a bad mood, but that could be excused given the bruises."I'm not the best climber, to be honest," the Zora replied as he followed Kira's finger to those steep cliffs. "But I can jump higher than most, so if I have good footing I should be able to make any climb." One of the fish were roasted just enough to bring out the natural flavor, yet Piran went one step further by sprinkling some kind of acquatic herb over it. It wasn't butter, but the herb sure smelled like it. "...Fine. We can make a detour, but only if supplies and weaponry are sure to be there."After another minute of primitive cooking, the Zora soon had another bass roasted to near perfection. If the fire were better constructed or roaring and uplifting, Piran thought to himself, he would have made the meal perfect. Still, he couldn't complain too much. He offered the fatter bass over to Kira with a rather uncharacteristic, friendly smile."Here. Take it." Then, if and when Kira did, Piran would lean back and ask, "Boko must be your horse, right? Where did you leave it, exactly?" Kira tilted her head and nodded a little, staring at the cliffs. Climbing above the water might help too. If he happened to fall...well a Lynel wouldn't have him held so maybe he could dive properly and not hurt himself. The trek going around the cliffs would take far too long if they needed to get there and rest up, get weapons and supplies. The last thing she wanted was for them to get caught with their pants down. For her, that literally meant that moment. She watched as he sprinkled a strange herb on the roasted fish. Her head tilted again as the scent of butter wafted through the air.She managed a small grin when he finally agreed. "I can guarantee it. My family...does sort of run the whole village..." she said with a partial laugh. The other bass was roasted and he handed one to her. Kira didn't fail to notice he handed her the larger bass. For a moment she blinked at the offered fish before looking up. She felt a sudden tightness in her gut and her heart gave a hard slam against her chest. That sweet, friendly smile changed everything in his face. Even the sharp teeth couldn't make it off putting. Kira was frozen a moment and felt her pointed ears burn at the tip. Luckily hidden by her tangle of silvery hair that had fallen out of its neat braid in their fight against the river."Thank you," she finally managed with a returned smile. Not as bright as his own, almost shy. Almost. She took the offered fish and passed over one of the apples she had baked in the fire. Baking an apple made it much sweet if a little soft. Kira settled back cross legged, her back straight as she took a few test nibbles of the fish. Kira nodded at his question and looked up to the looming cliffs they had tumbled from. "Boko is his nickname..." she said with a light little laugh. "His full name is Bokoblin Smasher of Brains." She couldn't hold back her laughter as she said his "proper" name. It was a silly name she knew but well earned. "When I first found him I followed him for miles, knowing he was special. Just when I was going to jump on to catch him a Bokoblin ran out from behind a rock. Boko completely panicked. He was trying to buck me off and fight the Bokoblin. He used all of his might to fight us but kicked the Bokoblin so hard in the head we were utterly splattered by skull and brain fragments." Morbid but still Kira laughed as she remembered. Her unbridled laughter made her whole body shake, it was high and almost musical. "He spent all his energy on that fight that he settled pretty quick to me. Some apples helped too.""He's at the base of the plateau. We were headed home, going to take the long way...but we were so close to Zora's Domain...Not being particularly welcome I still wanted to see it. I had heard it's the most beautiful city in Hyrule from the Rito. I figured climbing up the plateau and looking down over it was the best chance I would get...and you know the rest of the story." Through the short tale Kira was nibbling away at the bass. "This is really good Piran. Probably the best traveling food I've had." There was no sarcasm or obsequious tone to the compliment. She genuinely meant it. "You said the Lynel was your prize...has it been causing a lot of trouble for your people? Those shock arrows it had seemed like nasty business. Pretty brave of you to try and go face it alone. Sorry I...got in the way," she added with a little snicker.While trying to eat neatly it wasn't entirely fool proof. Sitting so upright made her chest the perfect sort of shelf for small drips of oil from the fish. One wrong bite and a bit of gut and skin fell right onto the soft flesh of her breasts. "Dang it...can't take me anywhere..." she said with an annoyed sigh and brushed herself off some. Sure it made the skin and guts flick away but served to only smear the oil around some, giving her chest a glittering glow in the firelight. Huh. Piran wasn't expecting Kira to freeze in place looking like some buck caught in a hunter's eye. It was nearly enough to make his friendly smile falter and twist into a forced, sheepish one, but fortunately, a period of awkwardness never came to pass between them. She took the Staminoka Bass with what looked to be a shy smile while Piran scooped up one of her apples she had passed his way. Strange to see this Sheikah Spitfire looking like that when she was rather confrontational and defensive just awhile ago, but Piran wasn't going to press Kira for an explanation. He figured she just wasn't used to interacting with Zora.Though fruit wasn't a big part of a Zora's diet, Piran took the cooked apple so warm and smelling oh so sweet and tore into it with his razor sharp teeth. He wasn't expecting much out of an apple tossed into or near a fire, and yet the sweetness took him by storm and made his brow lurch skyward while his eyes brightened in surprise. Not bad, not bad at all. He alternated between his seasoned bass and the apple as Kira rattled off her story about her horse. Zoras did not ride horses, but Piran could understand the bond between a Hylian and their horse. The burly Zora seemed to have a morbid sense of humour as well as he chuckled with Kira on the gruesome death of that Bokoblin, though Kira's shaking body and her musical tone struck him silent and attentive.There was something about this Sheikah's voice that enticed Piran. At first he thought it was grating, but now that Kira was in a conversational mood, Piran realized that she sounded rather nice. He could see himself listening to another story if she so wished to tell one. He wondered where this horse, Boko, really was given how poorly Piran was with maps and vague landscape descriptions, but if he were to guess, he would say somewhere in Akkala near that dammed mountain. That would be a very long journey one Piran wasn't looking forward to. But maybe travelling with Kira wouldn't bethat bad..."I'm glad you like it," Piran hummed back as Kira seemed to double down on that Staminoka Bass. Easily schmoozed, Piran's smile shifted into a simper while his chest puffed out in a display of pride. "We Zora know how to catch the best fish. It's all about quality. Not quantity. Plus, with a little know how of herbs and an eye for detail, you can take the fauna growing in the water, dry it out and make good seasoning out of it." Alright, that was enough boasting for... at least half an hour. When the topic switched over to the Lynel, Piran was quick to scoff off the apology. "Oh well, don't worry yourself over it. If things had gone my way, you know, killing that Lynel by myself? I wager the others back home wouldn't believe me. Better to have a witness."There was some kind of phenonemon called the 'Blood Moon' that was supposed to resurrect slain monsters loyal to Calamity Ganon, but Piran figured it was pure nonsense. He had never seen a Blood Moon himself and figured all the monsters out in the world today were the result of uncontrolled breeding and too few people willing to put the scum to the sword. There was no way that this red maned Lynel was coming back, Piran thought with another scoff."But to answer your question... Yeah, it's been causing a bit of trouble, but that's no longer something to worry about anymore."The broad shouldered Zora did notice Kira's change in position, but it was only until he saw the oil dripping down her chest did he give her his full attention once again. At first, he was concerned that the oil might burn the skin, and so he reached for some of the Lizalfos cloth to rip out a rag sized portion. But when the oil was smeared about over her chest... By Hylia, Piran froze and felt his heart skip a beat. It was a little known fact that Zoras loved oil, and though most of it was used for cooking hearty dishes, there was another use for it. The females, in private company, would spread specially distilled oil over their bodies as part of... well, to call it a 'mating ritual' would be rather poetic."Uh..." Piran was staring now with that cloth rag clenched tightly in his hands. Eventually, he shook himself free of the influence, blushing and stuttering as he handed the rag over to Kira. "Um, uh, h here. Use this." Only a couple hours ago she might have thought his bragging annoying. Well it was just a little. At the same time it was almost adorable that he puffed out his chest in pride as she complimented his cooking. Men often had fairly frail egos and she was sure her temper and loose tongue had bruised his as soundly as his body was bruised. He even accepted her apology at taking his kill. Kira was sure this was a different Zora that snapped orders and tossed her to the ground like week old garbage. With some luck perhaps they could find the Lynel's corpse. With extreme luck the corpse might make it to them in the river.She managed to get the bits of fish off of her but the oil was just a mess. While delicious she didn't think she could eat fish like this too often if she was going to make a mess with it. Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed Piran shuffling around. She looked up from her failing task of trying to get clean and met with a set of red eyes. It was his turn to be caught and stumbling all of a sudden. What really caught her off guard was the sudden redness to his face. Was he...sick? He managed to regroup himself and offer out a bit of the flag he had scavenged to help clean herself up. Maybe she had done something wrong? Something offensive to the Zora culture. "Sorry," she said with an apologetic grin. Kira reached over and took the bit of cloth he had ripped out for her. Her oil slick fingers brushing his as she took the rag.Turning herself a little to, hopefully, end whatever faux pas she had caused. Surprisingly he took a little while to get up most of the oil. It certainly wasn't perfect. Some soap would have been far more helpful. Worse yet she wasn't going to smell like roasted fish. Cleaned up as best as she could she turned back to Piran and his red face. She didn't know much of anything about Zoras. "You know...I...it's getting late." Kira reached up with a stretch and an exaggerated yawn. "It's been a long day...maybe we should get some sleep. Lots to do tomorrow you know. Climbing...village..." Kira tossed a couple more branches onto the fire so it would burn into the night. She didn't know how Zoras preferred to sleep but Hylians and Sheikahs needed a bit more warmth. "Goodnight Piran," she said with a quick smile for him before laying on her side, back facing him to sleep.Sleep, however, was difficult to come by. She lay awake for a time considering this strange new companion of hers. When one thought about it they really were two Keese in a flock. A little brash and rude at times, skilled fighters...but there was a little more to them that they had each managed to discover a bit of. It was strange and yet it was pleasant. A sort of warmth in the gut. A warmth she hadn't felt in a few years. A warmth she couldn't really trust. Piran certainly couldn't be Yiga...but still....she fished for a reason to not trust Piran, no pun intended, but couldn't come up with anything really.Kira managed to fall asleep well past midnight. Sometime in her sleep she had rolled over onto her back, sleeping with her arms and legs outspread, one arm draped over her eyes. She snored gently as the sun rose. The moment it shined light on their camp she was up in a flash. Her body gave a painful throb at the sudden movement but dampened to a small ache. Kira rubbed her eyes with a yawn. The fire was out and cold. Slowly she got to her feet and stretched her back. She actually felt a little better than she expected. Her shoulder still dark but right on the back a clear imprint of a hoof. Looking over she caught sight of Piran. Her confusion towards him in the night still unresolved. For the time being she knew she owed him a bit more than some apples. She moved over and crouched near him. "Hey...hey Piran...time to wake up," she said gently as she prodded his shoulder. Sleep! Yes, sleep was good. Sleep was good for many things, including hiding boners, provided one turned themselves just enough to hide it. Ach, if Kira, a Sheikah, were to notice something so obscene and obscure, Piran would be too embarrassed and ashamed to stay with her, let alone look in her general direction. The way she dabbed at her chest, the glimmering oil in the lovely light of the fire and her voice all slammed into Piran and shook his soul to the core enough for him to ask some hard questions about himself. He offered a soft 'goodnight' in return to Kira as he kept his body turned away from her, and when he was certain she was comfortable and distracted enough, the orange Zora went about taking care of his own sleeping arangements.The cool sand wasn't too alien for Piran to rest on, especially if it meant keeping his distance from Kira. He wasn't sure what to think about this woman just yet in terms of a relationship, but he could safely say that he admired and respected her to some degree for standing up to not only a Lynel but himself as well. The Zora would have to sleep on all of this and make up his mind when the time came for it. "Mhm..."Piran, uncomfortable during the night, had dug himself a shallow hole in the riverbank where he could sit with his head just barely poking out from the surface of the water. It reminded him of the little pools he and other Zora slept in during the night, though those were constructed of stone and metal whereas Piran's little setup was susceptible to errosion. Even more humorous than a washed out sleeping position was the fact that Piran had been pushed back up onto the bank by a combination of the river's current and his own nocturnal movements. As such, he awoke to find Kira crouching near him with his form sprawled out on the sand as if he were sunbathing.Though water 'beds' were of great comfort to Zora, this wet, sandy riverbank was only half so."Whaaaat?" The orange Zora propped himself up on his arms and glanced up at the morning sun before sighing and turning to regard Kira. His headplate was askew atop his forehead, but Piran either didn't notice or didn't care. "Oh. Kira. Uh, good morning, I suppose. Well, yes, I suppose it is, given we're still alive." Kira gave a short, snorting laugh through her nose at Piran's reaction to being awakened. Some warrior, cranky at being woken with the sun. As he propped himself up, laying stretched out on the sand she could help her purple eyes wandering. Holding himself up his muscles were flexed just enough to show more definition in the arms, chest, and stomach. Zora were certainly very different looking...and yet still similar enough for her to appreciate his strong body. She met his eyes as he greeted her with a good morning and a small quip."Yes good morning to you too cranky," she said with a smirk and reaching her hands up to his head plate. Small, gentle hands lightly brush his head as she righted the protective plate. The anemone like...hair? Hair she supposed. It was fascinating. Any drawings of Zora she had seen had more of a fin like appearance. While part of her wanted to touch it and examine it further she refrained. "Come on, the sooner we head out the sooner we make it." Kira got to her feet and headed back to the cold fire. Her clothes were mostly dry. She moved up to the rocks and brush her feet and legs off as best as possible before slipping on the tights. They covered from hips to toes in one, solid peace. There were still grains of sand. That was gonna chafe. She was thinking a bath was in order when getting to the village. Next the shirt which, being damp, was a struggle to roll across her chest. With some wriggling she got it on. Rather than a braid she twisted up her long, silvery hair and secured it with a pin. Not perfect but she didn't have time for much else. No mask for the time being. She didn't bother getting the fire going again, instead tossing Piran some apple for breakfast. A meal they could eat while walking."I misjudged our location a little," she admitted as she headed out into the murky marshlands, careful to give islands with suspiciously reptilian shaped rocks a wide berth. Between them they had only Piran's dagger and while her aches had calmed a little she didn't entirely feel up to hand to hand combat. "Scaling the cliff would be a little faster but we can go up those hills and get right to the main entrance for Kakariko that was." Also they'd have to swim to the cliff and Kira was done with deep waters for a while. "It'll tack on maybe an hour of walking...not too bad, right?" She said with a grin before biting into an apple.By midday they were walking steep, grassy slopes. Kira was glad to have anything but water under her feet again. The sun was out, it was beautifully bright and pleasant. Perhaps a little hot given they were hiking up such a steep hill. On the far side of the grass slope we're some Bomoblins but they seemed to not noticed them, a bit busy apparently forging themselves on something very bloody. The short mountains before them split into a canyon with a hardpacked road. It was cooler in the canyon, they were doused in near perpetual shade. They came across tall, wooden structures with the symbol of the Sheikah on them. Ribbons of fortune and luck strung up along with wards from the creatures loyal to the Calamity.As the approached the second arch an arrow hissed through the air and stuck in the ground in front of them. Kira was neither startled nor surprised at the arrow. From above, hiding in the ridges, two men leaped down. On landing they had blades in hand, crouched and ready to challenge. Kira cocked a hip, and rested a hand on it with her silver eyebrows raised. "Nice to see you too Dad," she said with a smirk. Both men immediately relaxed and stood. Their own silver hair caught up in identical top knots. One man had purple eyes, just like Kira, above his mask and the other had brilliant blue. The man with purple eyes pulled his mask down, eyes wide in surprise before he broke into a delighted smile. "Kira!" His blade put away he picked up Kira suddenly in a great bear hug. Kira tensed and growled her pain as he Dad seemed to try and squeeze the life out of her already battered body."And who is this?" Her asked, eyeing Piran suspiciously, still squeezing the life from Kira. "He's...my..." she wheezed out. Finally her dad seemed to realize he was crushing her and put her down. Kira stumbled back, gasping and cringing as her body throbbed. "Friend...Piran. Piran this is my dad, Dorian and...uh..." she hesitated as she looked at the blue eyed man. He hadn't lowered his mask but openly glared at Piran. "Cado." He said shortly. For a moment the air was rife with an awkward yet furious aura. Kira rubbed her arm a little with a grimace. "Pleased to meet you Piran," Dorian finally said to break the odd silence, extending a hand to the Zora. "Never seen a Zora in person. Thought your kind weren't fond of...well anyone not a Zora. Welcome to Kakariko village. Stop glaring Cado...a Zora can't be Yiga and you can't help the past," her said with a forced grin. "Lady Impa will be glad to see you back Kira." Kira gave a short scoff. "I'm sure she will." Kakariko Village, home to the Sheikah, or at least that was what Piran had been told. It seemed so secluded hidden away from the world and all its troubles, yet right in the thick of it if the legends were true. The valley through the mountains only confirmed the Zora's first observation and, not too keen on getting boxed in with little room to manoeuvre, he hesitated at the village threshold. This could be to Piran what Zora's Domain was to Hylians a settlement they were barely tolerated to be in. But then Piran's thoughts drifted to this morning, to Kira and her small, smooth and gentle hands brushing against his head as she readjusted his protective headplate. And that confident smirk too... If Kira trusted Piran enough to turn her back on him, then he could trust her in turn.The psuedo ambush by Sheikah guards did the trick in throwing Piran off his guard. He took a few steps back and reached for his wicked dagger only to see Kira standing nearby looking calm, collected and confident. Two Sheikah guards dropped down, one of them interacting with Kira and that one did not look like someone Piran wanted to mess with before they turned their sights to the Zora. Again, Piran felt as if he were on pins and needles, but he needed to save face."Is anyone really fond of strangers?" Piran commented back in reply as he grasped Dorian's hand. He gave it a firm shake and tried to smile, though at most it ended up as a 'pleased grimace'. "Yes, I'm here with Kira, but I'm not looking to cause any trouble, Dorian. Just looking for supplies and weapons." "Heard that Gorons are a gregarious group of people," Dorian replied with a smirk just like Kira's. Really her smirk would be like her father's. He nodded some was Piran explained still grinning as they walked towards the village. "If you're with Kira I'm not too concerned." He pause a moment before guffawing loudly to himself. "I meant traveling with of course." Piran towered above all three Sheikah. Dorian was the tallest of the three but still only came up to Piran's neck. Even still Dorian possessed a large presence. He was the leader, of a sorts, of the village guards. However few there were any more.The village was small but it sprawled over layered hills. The scents of fresh breads and cooking meats filled the air alongside the earthy smells of fresh turned dirt and leaves. Nearly each building was identical, if varied in size, except for the tall temple that stood before a sweeping waterfall. Dorian didn't take them there, not yet. Instead he took them up a small hill to their family home. Inside a woman who could easily be Kira's older sister was leaning over a pot, stirring and humming. Her other hand rested on her very pregnant stomach. "Kiyo, my love, look who I found," Dorian said with a big grin. The woman looked up and her eyes went first to the towering orange Zora before dropping and settling on Kira. The ladle clattered out of her hand in shock. Kira looked no better."Kira!" "You're pregnant?!" The women shouted together. Kiyo smiled and rubbed her very distended belly, not even hidden in the robes Sheikah women wore. Kira went forward and embraced Kiyo, tightly yet gently. "And who is this tall, strapping Zora?" Kiyo asked with a wry smile. Deep down there was a note of sadness in the woman's eyes but she kept it as hidden as she could. "Mom...meet Piran. I have a story for you," Kira said with a laugh. "Yes, ten years of stories. Well make yourselves comfortable. We'll have some lunch and you can...freshen up a little before going to see Impa." Kira notably winced at that idea but gave no argument. The table was quickly set. It was lucky that the Sheikah ate crosslegged on the floor rather than chairs. With Piran's size he might have had to stand to eat.As they ate Kira regaled her mother and father about the Lynel and meeting Piran. Dorian, being a warrior himself, was enthralled. He had never fought a Lynel before. Kira was animated in the story, inviting Piran to jump in as well for the story. Kiyo, however, seemed distant as the story was told. She ate her food and sipped her tea but seemed to be elsewhere mentally. Occasionally her eyes flicked to Kira, then back to space, then to Piran, and back to space again. "I was on my way to visit anyways...but our weapons were lost in the fight..." Kira said slowly, broaching the topic of needing weapons. "I have some rupees in my pouch but the rest are with Boko, my horse." Dorian waved his hand dismissively. "We have weapons of course but....you aren't staying?" His question brought any joviality to a halt. Kiyo's face became pinched and a little while while Kira cringed a little. "Just...a day or two...Piran has to get home and I have to go find Boko. I promise I'll come back. I had intended on staying a month or two but..." she glanced over to Piran. She owed it to him to see him back home at the very least. Besides she was starting to enjoy the Zora's company. Boko was great but not much of a conversationalist. It was nice to have company. Not just company but...Piran specifically."You know where the bath house is, go get cleaned up," her mother said shortly as she struggled to her feet. With an awkward, waddling gate she went to a chest of drawers and pulled out some clothing, handing it to Kira. She paused to look at Piran but gave a wan smile. "I suppose you are fine as you are? I'm not sure we'd have anything to fit you anyways," she said apologetically. Kira nodded before getting up. She led Piran further up the hill to a smaller sort of hut, still identical to the homes though. As soon as the door opened a waft of steam enveloped them. Inside was a pool of water, halfway segmented for privacy but allowing more than one bather. The pool was almost cloudy looking and had a feint earthy yet metallic smell. "Pretty nice right? It's nearly ancient but water is piped in from an underground hot spring. It's constantly moving so it stays clean. The water looks murky but it's full of minerals, relaxes the body and makes you feel refreshed." She said as she headed to one side of the divide to disrobe and slide into the water. It was murky enough to hide nudity so it wasn't entirely uncommon that several of the village might be in there at once and, with the half divided screen, maintain some modesty before wading into the open area of the bath. It was all so, so much to take in. It couldn't be helped if Piran was stricken with Culture Shock, overtaken by multiple conversations or flat out overstimulated. It pained the Zora to the core to know that he simply couldn't comment on everything that drifted into sight, though it didn't stop him from trying. He interjected with his own experiences, issued some compliments both backhanded and genuine and generally kept up with his usual Zora pride and arrogance, though in a friendly, accomodating manner. When others spoke, Piran did his best to listen, for he was a guest here and he didn't want to get kicked out by a bunch of highly skilled, highly trained Sheikah. Again, it was all so much to take in, and perhaps a little too much.Piran noticed Kiyo, and he noticed her pregnancy. In hindsight this was a huge revelation, but to Piran it was an interesting development. Perhaps Kiyo was pregnant with twins, because he had never seen anyone look so uncomfortably... big. Of course, he wasn't about to point this out, and so he just kept his mouth shut. The food was good, the conversations and story was entertaining, and the prospect of supplies and weaponry was intriguing, and much appreciated. But first it seemed that the two of them were going to head to a bathhouse. Given that Piran was a Zora, nearly any water was a welcome gift to him, so he wholeheartedly accepted the offer.When all was said and done and Piran had 'disrobed', or rather, he dropped his armor and harnesses, he slid into the water and tried to take a load off his mind. For a moment he was engrossed in his own thoughts, and for that moment he might have unintentially ignored Kira as she sat there. Things seemed to be going by so fast he just wanted to relax and clear his head. So, he leaned back where he was sitting and gazed up at the ceiling of this bathhouse."It's good to just... relax," Piran mumbled. "Stop thinking about everything that's happening and instead enjoy the moment." The bathouse was quiet except for the water as either of them moved. Kira sat back and rested her head on the edge of the large pool of blissfully warm water, eyes closed in the comforting warmth. Nothing like the waterfalls and river they were unceremoniously thrown down. It had been a long time since she had a proper, warm bath. There were a couple natural hot springs around Hyrule but they were few and far between. Piran's comment made her smile and nod a little, an awkward movement with her head canted back against the edge. "It is nice. I haven't found another town that has something quite like this. There are a few hot springs near the Goron's home but....when the air is already on fire the last thing you want is to jump into hot water," she said with a quiet laugh.Kira raised her head to look at Piran as they both relaxed, sitting at ease. A world of difference from their previous sniping at one another while damp and cold. Well, she had been damp and cold. Piran was probably none worse for the wear in that regard. The warm water soothed her sore muscles and even the bruising on her shoulder. She made sure to keep herself at least collarbone deep in the water but neck deep and her sore shoulder stopped aching. Yet the soothing water couldn't entirely relax her mind. A strange sort of tightness formed in her gut as she looked at Piran. A feeling she hadn't had in a few years. Her father's words broke into her mind. Zora can't be Yiga."It's....too bad the Zora aren't very welcoming of Hylians," Kira said as she sidled a little closer to Piran. "And since Sheikah look like Hylians....we aren't very welcome either." Another slide closer. Her inability to swim well didn't affect her ability to stay quiet so long as she didn't have to swim. Her movements in the water were nearly silent, blending into the soft sound the water made as it cycled through the ancient piping. "Which is really too bad because I heard its beautiful there." Yet another slide closer. Rather than across the pool of water she made it to only about a foot away from his side. "Why are the Zora so opposed to Hylians? I suppose not all of them though, right? You don't seem to have a problem with me...anymore," she added with a small laugh.So much for relaxing peace and quiet. Though the water was murky, what with it being rich in minerals and whatnot, Piran felt more relaxed than he had ever been in weeks. He knew that the water was going to refresh and reinvigorate him for the journey ahead, but right now all he wanted to do was lean back, breathe deeply and put his mind at ease. Kira being there with him would have been an annoyance a day or so ago, but already the two had formed a bond born from necessity. As such, the large, orange Zora more than tolerated her he rather enjoyed hearing her voice cut through the silence.And when he looked at her... Kira was coming closer he could see it from the corner of his eye. Piran had never thought he could find a Hylian Sheikah attractive before, and yet her body had him entranced at the worst of times. Beautiful silver hair, lovely red eyes, gentle, supple curves and a strong personality rounded her out and made her into someone Piran could see himself spending plenty of time with. Even more, he could see himself being affectionate with her, though Piran wasn't about to set himself up for failure. He was a Zora, and she was a Sheikah. Only once had this kind of relationship been heard of, and even then it was a one sided relationship that didn't end well at all forher.And then the big question came up just as Kira got close close enough for Piran to reach out and grab her up, if he so wished. But he held back, sighed and looked down at her with a frown."Not all Zora are prejudiced against Hylians. Many Zora before the Calamity remained on good terms with them, and most born after the Calamity can't be bothered to hate anyone." Piran leaned forward where he sat and draped his arms over his legs. "The story, as it was told to me, was that the Hylian Royal Family brought together 'Champions' to pilot the four Divine Beasts, while the Hylian Champion was some young, plucky knight with the 'Sword of Evil's Bane' meant to dispatch the Calamity should it return. Well, our Champion was named Mipha. I'm told she was as fair as she was beautiful, and she was smitten with the Hylian Champion. But when Calamity Ganon came back, Mipha was defeated and Vah Ruta was overtaken."My people were distraught with grief while the elders seethed and blamed the Hylian Royal Family for this giant screw up. They believed that Mipha was sacrificed in vain, but even more, they despised the Hylian Champion for not being around to protect her. I think the logic was... Mipha loved him, but the Hylian didn't love her back, or not enough to protect her." The Zora then chuckled and smiled at Kira. "So that's that, really. And, to answer your thought... No, I don't have a problem with you anymore. You're kinda pleasant to be around, actually." Kira stayed put as Piran sat up and began to tell the story. It was almost startling how much bigger he was than her. Seated in the pool she was shoulder deep into the water while he could sit up and lean forward to rest his arms on his knees and not drown. Kira pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she listened to Piran tell the story. Her red eyes wide as she listened. Of course she knew most of the entire tale. The princess and her knight, the four champions. Every champion had died when the battle was lost, the knight gone, Zelda disappeared.This tale had a new perspective. The tale was kept by the Sheikah, the broad spectrum of it. Though the champions were almost minor players in the way it was told by their Sheikah. In truth little had been known about them aside from their name, race, and the Divine Beast they would command. Kira was entranced by the story. Her chest tightened as she imagined the sorrow this Mipha might have felt. She had loved the knight but her affections weren't returned and then she died. Kira wondered if the knight even knew, if he cared. There were some assumptions that he might have held affection for the princess but it was just speculation. Kira wasn't certain such events should be enough to cause full blown xenophobia but that wasn't entirely for her to decide.She was still taken aback by this revelation of the Zora champion. "You know...I've spent the last ten years of my life traveling across Hyrule. I've met...every race but this is the first time I've heard anything more about a champion aside from their name and their role. Mipha's story is...I don't even have the words for it. Sad doesn't cover it." Kira absently ran her fingers between her breast, touching the long scar. "I know a thing or two about betrayal like that...I can imagine how she must have felt...watching the hero follow the princess always....protecting her and only her. Then...dying and then that's it. Maybe the hero didn't intend on any of that happening...I'm sure he didn't but....your poor Mipha."Despite the heavy tale his closing remarks made Kira give him a half smirk. "I'll take that as compliment," she said with a small laugh. "I've found I enjoy your company too. When you're not a boorish brute," she added with another laugh and a sly wink. "I'm teasing but...I'm really glad I met you," she said softly as she reached up and laid a small, gentle hand on his arm. "Kind of selfish but I was thinking...it'll be a little sad to part ways when we get to the river that leads you home. Not much chance of me coming to visit," she added with a half hearted, closed lipped laugh. There was that scar again. Piran remembered jumping in surprise when he first saw that jagged scar between her breasts and wondered aloud if that was from the Lynel, but Kira was quick to shoot him down. She didn't elaborate on what caused the scar, but as she remarked about understanding betrayal, Piran figured he got the message. Perhaps someone close to her had tried to gut her maybe one of those 'Yiga Clan' people her father mentioned? Ach, well, Piran wasn't about to ask and bring up bad memories.By the Goddess, why was Kira getting so close? Piran wasn't uncomfortable with her being so near to him, but still, her very presence had a strange way of bringing out the best in him while at the same time forcing him to reason with himself. She made him feel awkward at times, but also happy and flattered. Perhaps he had a thing for Sheikahs, or maybe it was just Kira specifically. In any case, that dainty hand upon his arm pulled him away from his thoughts and got him to lean towards her with his red eyes and sharp, toothy smile bearing down on her. The difference in size seemed absurd, but he made it work without getting too close to Kira, even if his face was a couple or so feet away from hers."Well, I could come visit you, you know. But really, don't worry about the other Zora not accepting you. Even if most of Zora's Domain finds me irritating absurd, I know I can assure you that you'll be welcomed. We don't forget those who aid us."For a brief moment, Piran was motionless, yet his face told Kira plenty. He was nervous, and yet he wanted to be brave just then. Brave in what regard, Kira wouldn't know until she would feel the Zora's arm extend behind her back and grasp her naked hip. Piran's hands, though somewhat calloused from his line of fighting, were soft and textured. And what's more, the Zora actually slid closer to Kira and turned that one foot distance into mere centimetres. His grasp on her hip was loose and gentle, almost as if he were afraid of being shot down. And yet here he was, arm behind Kira's backside like a scene out of a budding romance novel."Besides... I uh... Well, it wouldn't be fair for me to be here in your home without you visiting mine." Kira didn't budge as Piran leaned down a little closer, her hand still on his arm. Her heart couldn't seem to decided what it wanted to do. It would skip a beat but then rush with a steady thrumming. Meanwhile her pointed ears were heating up, she could feel them burning and ringing as he leaned his towering form down towards her. She smiled up at him as he said she would be welcome at his home. Honestly she was still a little doubtful of that. It was still a nice sentiment. Perhaps she would take him up on it and try to visit one day. Hopefully he would be right about it.Something changed all of a sudden in Piran. He went utterly still and there was something in his eyes. Not quite fear, maybe uncertainty and yet determination. Her head tilted a little at him wondering if something was wrong. She almost asked him if something was wrong when he moved. Kira jerked a little in surprise as his large, taloned hand went to her hip. His grip was gentle, his hands somehow rough and calloused but soft at the same time. He was closer, their legs just barely touching. Her hand remained on his arm while her other raised in surprise as he slid closer, coming to rest on his chest. Kira's face took on a red hue as he held her. His grip was so light, so gentle it would be easy to slide away. There was something in his face that still spoke of fear."I would...like that. To see your home." That was why she had ended up fighting that Lynel, trying to just see Zora's Domain. More importantly to see Piran. Her heart was racing as he held onto her. She almost couldn't believe how she reacted with him. Never once had she considered being attracted to a Zora. Yet it was impossible to imagine not being attracted to Piran. He was brave, thoughtful, a skilled warrior and good Goddess the sheer size and muscles of him. Kira knew she had a weakness for strong men like Piran. Something in her kept shouting jump. Just jump. Well why not, it nearly got her killed several times but Kira was no shrinking Silent Princess.The hand resting on his chest slid up to the side of his neck. Kira raised herself up as she gave a little pull to bring Piran just a little further down. She didn't hesitate. In one fluid motion she pulled his down and softly pressed her lips to his. Gentle, soft, very chaste she kissed him, letting it linger for a few moments before drawing back mere inches from him to look up, her red eyes meeting his with her own question. Go on or stop? Piran almost flinched when Kira placed a hand upon his chest. He wasn't afraid of her in the slightest, but what he did fear was intimacy, or rather, crossing a firm, solid line. Again, he was a Zora, and Kira was a Sheikah. He was large and muscular while she was... Goddesses, she was curvy. Piran had to take a long and hard second look at Kira when he remembered this. Curvy and cushioned, yes, but also muscled in her own right and flexible enough to It burned his cheeks to think of it even now as the two locked eyes, but Piran knew it was true: he and Kira were compatible despite their differences in size and race.And when that buxom Sheikah slid her hand up to Piran's neck, he slowly came to realize thatthis could work. It took the sensation of soft, heated lips against his own to confirm his belief. Yes, thiswould work. His eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets at the feeling he didn't dare pull away from her. Piran pushed his lips out just enough to reciprocate the chaste kiss, but with Kira drawing back to look him over, he looked like a suitor left hanging, wanting for more. His heart thumped away in his chest and the grasp on her hip tightened.Go on, of course!Life was short and fleeting in these times, so rather than pussyfoot about and brood over what could have been, Piran sought to take the dive just as Kira did. With all the grace his race was known for, the mighty orange Zora raised his free hand to cup Kira's chin or cheek, whichever was more comfortable and or convenient, and practically fell into her. His light grey lips were soft in their own right and countered the razor sharp teeth hiding behind them. Piran pressed them tight against Kira's own pair while his breath came out with a hushed, husky moan. The hand that had once been on Kira's hip was now travelling up her side rugged fingers glided over Kira's navel before coming to a stop mere centimetres away from the underside of the Sheikah's assets.There was little doubt that Piranwanted Kira, and yet his actions and kiss were carefully considerate. He wanted to know if she was alright with this... If she wanted him as well! For the briefest of moment Kira thought she had overstepped. Maybe she should have held off just a little. She had never met a Zora before Piran and it would be a stretch to think they might have different body language. Perhaps she misread him? The brief moment passed as she looked in his eyes and his hand tightened on her hip. Maybe body language didn't differ too greatly. Her heart slammed against her chest as she caught the look. Her own questioning gaze softened to a smile. Well if he wanted more she was more than willing to give.Piran, however, took matters into his own hands. Literally. Rough and somehow still soft she felt his hand cup her face. His hand large enough to make it chin to ear. Her hand on the side of his neck tightened a little. The other slid off his arm to rest on his chest. Her back arched just a little as he pressed his lips to hers. His husky moan sent rivulets of shivers across her body only amplified as his hand drifted off her hip. Slow and gentle but she could feel the slight, pointed drag of nails. Up until that moment Kira hadn't been aware of her delight in that sensation. Sharp, tending talons ever so softly grazing her skin. A balance of danger that sent a thrill from her flesh to punch her guts and gather to an electric tingle between her legs.Still he seemed a little hesitant in his kisses, his caressing. His hand a hairs breadth from her breast as if terrified to move any further. Kira grinned into the kiss. She hadn't expected him to be shy. If it could be called that. Unsure perhaps. Well Kira was sure. One would think she would have learned caution a few years ago. Caution be damned. She never would have dreamed wanting a Zora at all let alone the way she desired Piran. It should have been crazy but Kira wasn't about to stop to weigh out political and racial matters. Kira stretched her leg out and slid with ease across Piran's thighs and settled over his lap, her knees on either wide of his hips but sitting up on her knees to keep their heights more even. If she were to sit on his lap she would only come up to his chin still, forcing him to lean awkwardly. The increase in height brought her chest out of the murky water. Each breast, bespectacled with droplets of water, a perfect size for his palm, perhaps overfilling just a little. She reached down and slid her hand below his, giving a little nudge and she broke the kiss. "Don't be shy Piran," she purred softly, resting her forehead against his. Her other hand carefully buried into the anemone like tendrils that cascaded from his head, careful in case they had feeling in them. When Kira slid onto Piran's lap, knees wide and straddling his hips, there was no more doubt in the Zora's mind. If she could be this brave, then so could he! Lust and infatuation battled in his soul and reflected in his piercing red eyes. His hand, nudged by Kira, slid up from its timid position and cupped one of Kira's plush breasts before it began to press into it, kneading it like fine dough. The Zora was amazed at the texture and give of such a fine breast and hissed his appreciation through clenched teeth. Indeed, though his hands were large, they could not fully contain Kira's chest puppies, but it didn't stop him from trying.The grooves and creases in his hand rolled against Kira's perky nipple as Piran groped, kneaded and rotated that plush, pale orb. His eagerness to feel the woman's ample chest was reflected in his kiss, which turned somewhat needy and determined before it was broken. The Zora looked deep into Kira's eyes still anxious despite this sudden burst of confidence and felt another heated breath rumble out from the back of his throat. He felt her hand bury itself into the anemone like tendrils on either side of his head and lit up like a dog when given attention. The nervous curve in his lips contorted and shifted into a pleasant, excited smile complete with a flash of those sharp teeth of his."You're so soft," Piran whispered. "I've wanted... I've wanted to hold you ever since last night."With a free hand now ready for deployment, Piran went and grasped Kira's hip once again. However, instead of trailing up to her navel or back, the Zora slid it down to the curve of her ass. He didn't dig in with the same zeal as did with Kira's breast, but it wasn't pinned there, idle. No, Piran let it glide up and down Kira's curve rubbing the peachy bottom lingering above his lap as if the Sheikah were a priceless artifact. Though she had positioned herself well enough to come up to Piran's height, there should have been little doubt that Piran was stirring down below. How could he not when he had a buxom, beautiful Sheikah straddling him?"Just... let me know if you want to stop," the Zora muttered as he eyed a nerve on Kira's neck.It just came naturally to him: Piran leaned in close and kissed the side of Kira's neck. His breath was hot, his lips warm, but his teeth were cool and smooth, and oh so sharp. Kira would feel those sharp things glance against her neck once or twice, seeking to get at her skin but never daring to harm her in the slightest. Kira grinned some as Piran found his courage, his appreciative hiss making her laugh quietly. What she didn't expect was the soft yet rough texture of his palm crazing her nipple and the soft, gentle pricks from his talons. Kira responded to the sensation with her own little boss of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered as chills ran along her flesh only throttling her eagerness for him. She leaned back just a little to give him room to play to his heart's content. Seeing his delight in her toying with the tendrils she lifted her other hand to the other side of his head and buried her fingers there. Still she was careful not to bend the tendrils too much, mostly just letting her blunt nails gently scrape the sides of his head.A grin couldn't be helped with his confession. A sweet confession paired with one hand rolling her breast and the other starting to skim her rear. More of the light trails from his talons. The icy, electric assault from those sensations made her shiver despite the warmth of the water and his body. Just below her she could feel something new brush her thigh. He wanted to know if she wanted him to stop. To tell him if she wanted that. She opened her mouth to tell him to be quite and not say such silly things but all that came out was a strangled gasping noise as his lips found her neck.Fully out of her control her knees buckled as the cool, sharp teeth toyed with the sensitive flesh. He should consider himself lucky. Between the support of the water and his hand on her rear she landed gently on his knees rather than a potentially problematic more forward and on top of his budding erection. Her head canted to the side as her back arched in delight. With her back arching it slid her hips forward just enough that the soft folds of her core brushed the underside of his length."Sweet Goddess," she hissed to the side of his head, her nails raking between the tendrils with a little more vigor. One hand slipped and grasped his taught, strong shoulder, clinging as tightly as one might to a cliff. The most exotic feature of a Zora was, of course, their sexual organ. At first glance they appeared to have nothing at all, hence no need to cover their groins. But if one cared to scratch beneath the surface, they would find that Zora only revealed them when they were aroused. Should Kira glance down for a look or not, she would ultimately feel Piran's member brushing against her lower folds. It was a large, imposing thing that was a pale red in colour with small shades of blue here and there, though on closer inspection they seemed to be veins that ran all along the length. More intriguing was the fact that the member was ridged nearly every inch sported a slight ridge to the point where Piran's cock looked like a double edged, serrated blade. It felt so lively there, and as Piran entertained himself with Kira's body by kissing and fondling her wherever he could, the young woman would even feel it pulse beneath her.Piran made no attempt to jab it in like a beast, but he couldn't help himself from lightly grinding it against Kira's entrance, or rather, he couldn't stop himself from moving Kira's hips back and forth to makeher grind upon his cock. As this went on, Piran's hands continued to roam over Kira's body kneading her breasts, gliding his fingers over her nipples, rubbing and squeezing her rear. Even as Kira held onto his rugged, sturdy frame and indulged in the feeling of his tendrils, Piran was still kissing away. He no longer kept his teeth out of play instead he actively used them against Kira's neck, nipping at sensitive veins with just enough pressure to avoid breaking the skin. It became a cycle for him to nibble, kiss, suckle, repeat.Soon he had to come back up for air and, with Kira grasped on his knees, he sought to test the waters. After all, he washard."Kira," Piran gasped, his lips set in a strained grimace. He shot her a longing, provocative look and rubbed the small of her back. "Do you... Do you want me?" Kira didn't entirely have an opportunity to look down but she could feel the strange, hard length of Piran grinding against her. Far different than she was used to yet intriguing. Her mind wasn't in the best of places to stop and think about the interest, ridged feel of it or even the size of it. His hands, lips, and teeth were doing magic on her body. She was like chuchu jelly in his hands and plenty eager to follow his guidance as she ground herself against his length. She could feel it pulse between her legs. Kira was wild and dizzy as he worked her, his hands seemed everywhere and he used his teeth on her so perfectly. Her breath came in short little bursts of gasps and hisses as he nipped and suckled at the sensitive flesh. A dusting of red colored her cheeks and the water nearly felt cold compared to Piran's body and her own.Then he halted. Kira's eyes fluttered open as he pulled back and looked down at her. Her name nearly a pained gasp on his lips. His red eyes met her own and she saw the need there reflecting her own ferocious desires. The question made her blink slowly for a moment. Her own red eyes nearly delirious, glossy and misty, dark with desire. The hand buried in the tendrils on his head slipped behind his neck, holding tightly as the other slid from his shoulder. Slowly, almost agonizingly slow, it traced a gentle path down his chest and stomach. Further to his hips and pelvis right to the base of his rigid shaft. Small fingers wrapped around the base, just barely holding it in her grip. She rose up again so they were closer to eye level and she sat above the head of his cock.Kira leaned forward and rested her forehead to his, the hand behind his neck shifting to his chest. She gave a decently hard shove, not enough to slam him into the edge of the pool, but make it clear she wanted him to lean back, leaning forward with him. "No," she whispered coyly against his lips before kissing him again and slowly eased herself onto his length. Kira moaned at the sensation as she eased herself onto him, her folds parting to accept him. Strange and different but exhilarating. The ridged edges tantalizing in a way she could never have imagined. Inch by inch she lowered her body. She couldn't help a small gasp or two as her core stretched to accommodate his impressive size. Finally their hips connected and Kira released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.Her hands came to his jaw and she looked him in the eye. "I need you Piran," she whispered fiercely, her eyes hungry, nearly mad with want. When Kira grasped him down there... Soft fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, Piran bit his lip in anticipation. By Hylia, was she really about to go through with this? More importantly, were they about to go through with this? He had never felt this way about anyone before, and here he was looking at a Sheikah just about to drive her hips down upon him. He gasped as Kira shoved him back into a more relaxed position the seats in this hot spring suddenly felt far more comfortable than they did before and he looked up at her in confusion as she came close and whispered her answer.Oh, Piran was about to reply, about to breathe out a needy whimper andeven beg, but then Kira kissed him again. Fuck, her lips were so soft, her taste so sweet! And then Piran felt her easing herself onto him. The sensitive head of his cock parted her folds as Kira shifted to accommodate him. She... She was tight, warm and wet, and unlike anything Piran had ever felt before. Sure, he had fooled around with a couple female Zora in the past, but they simply couldn't compare to Kira. Piran surged against Kira's body and kissed her back with greater zeal and fervour as more and more of his ridged, thick cock slipped up into her tight, silken sanctum."You... You do, huh?" Piran could still taste Kira on his lips even as she pulled away. He could see the lust and desire in her eyes, and as he looked closer, he could see his own desires reflected there. "Alright then!"It was time to be confident again. Seeing as Kira was leaning forward against his sturdy body, the Zora would find it difficult to attend to her plush mounds that had captivated him so. He couldn't afford to be greedy at this moment, so with the Sheikah impaled on his cock and working her way towards taking more of him in, Piran sought to help her along. His hands slid over her hips and grasped her ass like it was an anchor. Sharp claws pricked against the sensitive, pale skin there but wouldn't dare cause any pain or discomfort, even as Piran began to knead, squeeze and pull at those succulent cheeks. As this went on, Piran started to move his hips against Kira's own jutting them upwards, easing his cock further into her inch by inch until he was satisfied with the level of pleasure."You're so warm, Kira," Piran gasped, his hot breath tickling Kira's ear. The water rippled around the two of them as the Zora nudged Kira about on his lap, encouraging her to take him as much as she desired. "And so... so tight. You don't be afraid to take what you want, okay?" Kira smirked with Piran's response. A delighted shiver coursed her spine as his hands slid to her rear. The sharp claws pricked ever so slightly on the soft flesh. Never drawing blood, just stepping on that line. She didn't have the current mental capacity to reason it out. All she knew was how it felt when his claws and teeth played at her flesh. His play with her hindquarters adjusted how her hips moved, inching him in and out of her folds. Easing his length further and further into her body. Every inch strange and scintillating, hard and ridged. Filling and stretching. Kira's head spun at the sensation. Even more as his own hips began working against hers.Piran's breath hissed across her ear sending a shiver down her back. She chuffed a small laugh at his offer to take whatever she wanted. Her hips ground against his as she nuzzled his cheek. A finger slid up and lay against his lips as she sat up in his lap. "Stop talking Piran. I'm never afraid," she said with a grin and a husky growl. Her fingers tucked behind his cheeks, her palms cupping his jaw. She kissed him once again, flicking her tongue against his lips. With the rolling grind she lifted her hips, just a little, and rolled back down. She increased the height just a little each time. Drawing him further and further out before taking him back in.It was wild, the way he felt against her. His body hard but sleek and silky, warmer than she expected. Slowly she drew away and sat up on his lap, her hands resting on his chest as she rode him. Still slow and easy but rising up enough that only a couple inches were still in her before easing back down. Her chin tilted up and her eyes were nearly closed as she let the heat and sensation wash over her. Large, full breasts danced along with the rhythm for his viewing pleasure. She took her time with him, feeling every inch and movement of his length within her. Piran didn't take offense to the way Kira took command of the situation. In fact, he found it was rather hot and sexy of her, which was one of the many reasons why he liked her, let alone respected her. A woman who knew what she liked and did what she could to get it was a welcome relief from ladies who took any handouts one gave them. His smooth Zora hands continued to feel up the Sheikah's hindquarters, squeezing and kneading here and there in between helping her out with little nudges so she could take his cock without further trouble. Piran was content to continue doing just that and keep with the rhythm, but having Kira lean in, cup his jaw and kiss him all whilegrinding her hipsagainst him stupified him. By Hylia, the feeling was fantastic her cunny was just perfect, her kiss so sweet and that tongue of hers just as playful as the woman it belonged to. Piran let out a long, held breath and kissed her back of course but also returned her tongue flick with one of his own in an attempt to get her to double down against him.Alas, Kira pulled away before Piran could treat her to his version of a passionate kiss, but the view was spectacular. The pace was just right she was taking him in as well as she could, though Piran desired her to take in even more. As she let the experience soak into her soul, Piran grasped her hips and guided a couple more inches inside of her the ridges of his red cock slipped past her silken folds with a low hum of pleasure slipping from Piran's lips. He couldn't afford to be too greedy, so Piran relented and let Kira set the pace. Even so, the sight of those large, full breasts swaying and bouncing before him had attracted his attention like bait for a fish.The Zora immediately cupped Kira's breasts and prodded her nipples with his thumbs. By the Goddess, they were so soft! Piran didn't squeeze them like toys, instead choosing to rotate them and guide them about even as the woman danced atop his lap. He even lifted them up just enough to reveal the creamy, pale undersides, and from there Piran guided his fingers along the crease. Then his gaze was drawn to that vicious scar that started from above Kira's left breast and ended around her right hip. He figured it must have been a painful experience for Kira... and yet, he couldn't keep his fingers off of it. With one hand kneading and pleasing the woman's right breast, Piran traced the scar with his fingers and indulged where he could, all the while making sure that this was a sensual experience for the Sheikah.The pace was very, very good, though it was starting to come clear that Piran was steadily approaching his 'limit'. His thick member pulsed at a languid pace... Kira grinned as she rode him, seeing the look of pleasure and delight on his face. Her own likely a mirror to his, feeling the strange, ridged length of him inside of her. Exotic, different, it was a wonder more women didn't seek out a Zora for a lover. Of course no one likely knew. Kira kept an easy pace, letting the feel of him was over her. Each grind against him sent delighted tremors across her body. It seemed both of them were intentionally keeping this slow which she was enjoying. The feel of him, and not just his length, but the way he touched her. Dragged. Those claws across her skin. It was tantalizing and each shiver, each tremor that darted through her body gathered where their bodies connected, making her face flush and her breathing some in soft little pants.Piran was fascinated with her breasts. He seemed enraptured as she sat up giving him a good view of them. She hissed in delight as his hands worked them, more so with his thumbs on the sensitive nipple. Her eyes partially closed as she rode him she saw him slow a bit and stare at the scar. Kira's pace was interrupted for a moment. The scar was hideous, she knew that, a mark of her own shame. She wanted to stop him from staring at it or touch it but when his fingers gently laid where the shiny, red flesh stared she shivered. His touch was gentle over the old wound. For a moment, just a moment, she felt her eyes burn and her throat tighten. She held herself in check, raising a hand to lay on Piran's cheek. The way he touched the scar was so sweet, so gentle, she could almost be tricked into thinking it was a thing of beauty. Shit, that turned her on more than the soft rasping of his claws on her flesh.Once more she found a pace with him. Riding his length with slow, easy strokes. It was more dance than it was just fucking. She could feel him throb inside her. The feeling brought about another grin. Kira moved her hips faster. The new set pace edging to frantic. Her eyes slid a little out of focus as she rode him, not only wanting him to come to that delightful finish but herself as well. For her that sweet pressure built, like flaming water trapped behind a dam. Her breath came in short sharp breaths. Then all at once the damn broke. Kira's body seized, her back arched, her inner walls gripped his length with sudden strength. She made a sound somewhat like a squeak and a moan in one before her body relaxed in waves of shudders. It seemed absurd to Piran just how enticing Kira's scar was. Though it looked viciously gruesome, there was a profound beauty to it that had captivated the Zora. It wasn't the same feeling he got from Kira's breasts. Sure, he loved those large, plush orbs bouncing in front of him and loved to work them over with his hands, but for the most part these lovely things only served to fuel the fire of lust in the Zora's soul, and in his loins, of course. The scar was different it fleshed Kira out for Piran and drew him closer to the woman fueling the fires of passion and pure infatuation."You're so beautiful," Piran whispered once he finished tracing that scar. He looked up at Kira and laid a hand over hers that she laid upon his cheek. "You know that, right?"Oh how Piran wished he could stay like this forever with Kira. They could just 'dance' together for hours on end, protected by the four walls of this bathhouse and constantly reinvigorated by its luscious steam and water. The Sheikah's body felt divine against his scaled, smooth skin, and her hot cunny went above and beyond anything he had ever had in his entire life. Alas, the Zora was still a mere mortal, and thus he couldn't stand to keep going for much longer. He could feel Kira's hips move from graceful to frantic while her breath came up in cute little gasps. She was gripping him tighter and tighter, and as the pace intensified, Piran realized that he too was nearing his limit.Goddess... That sound Kira made melted Piran's heart. That and the vicegrip around his length, but honestly, Piran thought that noise was nothing less than cute. He held her hips down and, without even thinking of the ramifications, he released inside. Hot, white ropes of potent seed gushed from his exotic member and surged up into Kira's womb there was quite a bit of cum that had been stored up for quite some time, but the pressure wasn't too intense to cause discomfort. The Zora gritted his teeth and nudged his hips up to tighten the fit and empty his load, and when he was well and truly finished he would reach for Kira's body and pull her close against his own.With the fins of his arms trailing down the Sheikah's back and his spent member still wedged inside the beauty, Piran kept close to Kira, not wanting to be apart just yet."Kira... Kira, my goodness," Piran panted against her neck and ear. He paused for a moment to peck her cheek before opting to look into her eyes to gauge her reaction. "Are you... How was it?" Waves of fire coursed her body as she shuddered in Piran's arms. Her core gripped his length and she felt him go suddenly stiff, grasping her hips and pushing her hips to his. Kira shuddered as she felt his release within her. Actually felt it, the warmth of his seed, the pulsing of his cock. Finally both were spent. Kira felt nearly fit to feint until Piran gathered her up and pulled her close to his strong, broad body. She nestled in tightly as if that was exactly where she belonged. The coursing fire ebbed like the tide and she relaxed into him. Both exhausted and invigorated at the same time. Her breath fell across his neck and collar bone as they held one another, reveling in what they had just experienced.Kira smiled softly as his breath against her neck and his gentle questions. "You talk too much," she murmured against his neck, managing a small laugh. "But it was...I don't have the words...." she said before nuzzling into his neck, absorbing the feel of his arms around her, his fine trailing down her back. It had been years since she had felt this way. Warm, safe, protected even. In such repose they were both vulnerable and yet, for the time time in ages, Kira was alright with that feeling. More than alright. The loner was happy happy to share with another.After a few moments Kira finally sat up, peppering Piran's neck and cheek with butterfly soft kisses. "We should go. There are respects to pay and we should get some sleep. At least we will have real beds to sleep in tonight," she said with a small grin. Kira rose off Piran, she shivered as his length withdrew from her. She wasn't entirely certain of Zora anatomy but based on what she had seen before it would receded into him eventually. With another small smile Kira waded across the warm pool, her core aching blissfully, to the screen. There she washed up quickly before climbing out to dry and dress. Rather than her armor she put on a traditional robe, the belt tight and the sleeves wide. It was a bit cumbersome for her liking but they were safe there.Her silvery hair was done up into a partial knot while the rest hung to her waist like a shining curtain. With her tights and armor tucked under an arm Kira led Piran through the village. He might note the lack of children. Kira was easily one of the youngest inhabitants. There was also a poignant lack of men to work the small fields they had. Kira left her armor at her parents' home and led Piran to the massive temple near waterfalls. A grand flight of stairs led them up to the sanctum, passing an old, childhood friend. "Paya! Good to see you!" Kira said in a cheery voice. Rather uncharacteristic of the woman but she was in an unabashedly pleasant mood. "H hello...Kira..." Paya said as she backed away, staring at Piran. Kira ushered Piran inside. "Paya is terrified of men," she whispered to him with a small chuckle.Impa raised her elderly, wrinkled face as the pair entered. Her white eyebrows rose before pulling together. "Mmmm...A Zora out of water. Interesting," she said with a piercing gaze. All Sheikah had red eyes, Impa was no different. She stared at the pair with a suspicious gleam before gesturing for them to approach. "Dorian tells me you wish for new gear and supplies....so you leave again Kira...with your...friend." Her smile was eerie, as if she knew everything about them, especially what had transpired in the bathhouse. "Granted...but you know....a time will come when choices must be made..." She said cryptically. Her red eyes centered on Piran and narrowed. "A Zora warrior belongs with his kin as much as a Sheikah belongs with hers. If the fate of Hyrule depending on the loyalty of your kind...would you be so quick to rebuke it?" Everything was a riddle with the aged Sheikah woman. Even with her cryptic questions Paya appeared and disappeared a number of times, always glancing to Piran with a red face. She laid out swords, bows, quivers of arrow, packs of food, even some potions Piran wanted to stay a while longer under the guise of actually bathing, but if he tried to tell that to Kira, she would see right through him. He just wanted to spend more time with her here in this secluded, safe and luxurious bathhouse. Alas, the both of them needed to carry on with their adventure Piran needed to return to Zora's Domain and tell the others about the Lynel's death, and Kira needed to find Boko once again. He rose out from the water, made certain that his 'little soldier' was resting back where it belonged, took a good, long look at Kira wading away and then, finally, got out to put on what little armor he had.As the two walked through the village, refreshed and closer than ever before, Piran was quick to notice just how sparse the population was. Indeed, there were very few children, but so few men as well. Besides Dorian and Cado, Piran only saw two other men a Cucoo enthusiast and a pumpkin grower. Perhaps the Calamity had been hard on them, yet with all the years that passed since then, Piran found it strange that they, the Sheikah, weren't trying to pump up their numbers. At least this Paya girl was around and by Hylia, this shy thing hadcurves for days. Piran did his best not to stare he didn't want to be caught looking at another woman when Kira, the woman he had just had sex with, was so close by.Besides, Piran had already made up his mind about Kira, even if he wasn't aware of it."I'll try not to make any sudden moves around her, then," Piran replied to Kira.Meeting Impa, Piran had to check his bitterness at the door. He had nothing against Impa personally, what with having just met her, but the arrogant Zora had little respect for the elderly. He hated being lectured and hated listening to long winded stories about nothing, and even worse was when they tried to teach him about nonsensical things or give him advice about events that were far beyond anyone then. They were too rooted in the old days and old ways disconnected from the troubles facing the youth of today. He held his tongue at Impa's comment, but surely she would see the odd look on his face. Thankfully Piran was still in a very, very good mood all thanks to Kira."Look... Impa, right?" Piran glanced over to Kira for reassurance before continuing on. "I'm not one for cryptic messages and deep philiosophy or whatever it is. I'm just here for the gear and supplies... and for Kira. So, uh, anything you can spare would be much appreciated." Piran was lucky that Kira wasn't the jealous type. Well that wasn't true. Sure they'd just finished having sex but Kira wasn't exactly a fool or naive. Piran didn't belong to her just as she didn't belong to him. Even if she noticed the look, however fleeting, Piran gave Paya Kira wouldn't act on it. Never mind the little fire in her belly, the sudden itch in her hand urging her to punch something. She drew in a long, quiet breath and focused her gaze on Impa. There was no reason to get heated about things that, perhaps, didn't matter. Impa was quick to grant their request for weapons and supplies. Though she was just as quick to throw her warning riddles at them. Kira glanced to Piran as he looked at her and she gave him a small nod. She wasn't certain he couldn't say much to Impa that she hadn't said worse.Impa's silvery white eyebrows rose at Piran as he spoke. Her eyes darted from him to Kira then back again. "Oh ho not one for deep philosophy and cryptic messages. Very well then I shall be blunt. Once you are returned to your domain I suggest you stay there. Choose a companion from your own species and stay where you belong." Though her eyes were focused on Piran it was clear the message was for both of them. Her gaze drifted over to Kira and softened almost to sadness. "I have never demanded or forced you to stay if you are called else where. Just remember where your home is, your family. I am sure the time is drawing near and I fear what that may mean for our people, for Hyrule. The Yiga grow stronger while we grow weaker. If there are no guardians, if the stories are forgotten...""Then share them!" Kira snapped suddenly, her fists clenched tightly. "They are stories, not secrets. All the races are so disconnected..." She paused and looked up at Piran. "Like Mipha...we do not know her story, it isn't shared...we're stronger together. Even Yiga can change...if you would just reach out to them...""Collective minds are not easily changed. Do as you will, Kira. You always have, despite better judgements. Despite turning your back on your people. I have hope that, when the day comes, you will just make the right choice. You as well, Zora. Take heed. Stay with your own kind if you care what becomes of your people. Clearly some cannot take such advice and would rather make another attempt with ally with a different group." Her final shot ended with a small, haughty sniff.Kira was notably taken aback by the suggestion that she didn't care about her people. Enough so she stepped backwards, a hand resting on her chest. "How did you...never mind. Thank you for your advice my Lady Impa and for the supplies." Shaken by Impa's reference Kira bowed, her anger quelled as quickly as flames in a storm. Paya had made bundles of all the items, making two easy to carry packs with all the provided items. She had them by the door for the pair, her face red still and her eyes down cast. Kira's anger might have been taken away, smothered or repressed in the effort to save face, but Piran couldn't say the same. He wasn't a Sheikah he had no ties to his place and no say in what happened to the people here. He was a Zora, and as Impa implied, it was more along his business to stay with them and live his life without venturing too far out. But Piran was young and filled with hot blood that was boiling at that very second. Again, without thinking of the consequences, Piran took a step forward once Kira was finished and jabbed a sharp claw at Impa from across the room."Alright, now you listen here you little tart," Piran growled. "I don't care how old or wise or respected you are. If you want to be a bitter stick in the mud, more power to you but don't you dare tell me how to live my life." The orange Zora could sense the other two Sheikah's eyes upon him, and yet he kept talking regardless. "And while we're at it, maybe those Yiga Clan assholes whoever or whatever they are are only growing strongerbecause you choose to grow weak. You seclude and disconnect yourself from the rest of Hyrule and you're going to find yourself left behind."Piran knew that last statement was also meant for him and his people a textbook case of the pot calling the kettle black. But despite his rash arrogance and loudmouthed nature, Piran at least had the decency to admit that he and his people had a problem. With his anger vented, Piran folded his long arms across his chest and awaited a reply, or worse, exile. Why Kira was surprised that Piran wouldn't let thing lay she didn't know. Rather than back off and follow her Piran stepped forward. Her spin stiffened as he pointed at Impa and returned fire. Her mouth fell open as Piran ranted right back. It was, in a way, impressive. Piran was brave, bold, if perhaps a little foolish. Kira wanted to stop him, she should have stopped him. Instead she just watched with a small glow of pride in her chest. She didn't delude herself that this was in her defense. Impa had said enough about him and his people to warrant a response. The trouble was Piran didn't fully understand the implications of Impa's statements. Kira swallowed as Piran finished, her eyes drifting to Impa.The old woman listened to the rant with distant eyes. Both bored and disinterested. His words washed over her, she didn't seem to care in the least. The irony of his words was not lost on her. The Zora were equally guilty of xenophobia. His little rant wasn't about to change her mind. All she could do was sigh quietly and shake her head. "The youth never understand until it is too late. Just go. Stay the night in the village and be gone. Kira, you would do well to teach this Zora some manners." She waved her hand dismissively.Kira's body jerked into motion after being stuck and frozen. She reached forward and took hold of Piran's wrist. "Remember we are being given supplies," she said quietly with a little pull to his arm. Paya kept glancing at Piran as she handed the bundles to them. Kira quirked an eyebrow at Paya before shooting her a glare. Childhood friend or not she had best keep her eyes to herself. Paya was quick to leave once the bundles were handed over.Once outside Kira heaved a long breath before suddenly wrapping her arms around Piran's waist. "That was pretty stupid but...I appreciated it anyways." She laughed as she stepped back and shouldered the pack. "Probably explains why I left pretty well huh?" She added with another laugh. Kira led him to her parents' house. The sun was setting, sending dramatic shadows across the village. As they arrived Dorian was already in bed. Kiyo was sewing by the hearth. She looked up as the pair arrived and raised her eyebrows. "You can stay in your old room," she said quietly before going back to her sewing. Kira nodded and waved for Piran to follow. Up a ladder and into a partial loft. Since she had left it had been used for storage. Still there were blankets, padding, and pillows laid out. It struck Kira that the loft was pretty open and certainly not private."Hope this is ok...what do Zora normally sleep on? Or in? Do you sleep in water?" She thought back to the morning. He had sort of dug himself into the river bank. "There are pools further up the mountains if that would be better." Piran had said what he wanted to say. He scoffed at Impa's dismissive comment, turned back towards Kira and scooped up his own bundle before heading out with the one Sheikah he actually, genuinely liked. His temper was still roaring he didn't mean to ignore Paya, but at the time he wasn't looking for intrigue or flattering, embarrassed gazes. He was irritated with old toads like Impa those who sat in one spot for days on end and expected people to come to them for advice. Bah, the old woman could rot on her pillow for all Piran cared.The hug then caught Piran off guard and put a blanket over the fire wrought by his temper."You're welcome," the Zora snapped back with a small smirk. He patted Kira's back in passing until the two had to step away. "And don't worry, I don't think any less of you for leaving this village. I can totally understand."Back at Dorian and Kiyo's home, Piran marvelled at how the day had come to a close so quickly. Granted, so much had happened today... The Zora noticed the loft in the home and, seeing as it wasn't too private, he figured it would be a good idea to keep his voice down and, more importantly, his hands to himself. He clambered up the ladder after Kira and laid out his bundle of weapons and supplies for inspection."It'd be better if I stayed here with you," Piran replied with a glum nod of his head as he sat on his own little sleeping arrangement. "We Zora typically sleep in water. In Zora's Domain, there are multiple pools at comfortable temperatures that we sleep in. Even the local inn has a few water beds for travellers, should they decide to indulge." His frown kept for a moment longer until he looked over at Kira and couldn't help but smile. His sharp teeth came out as he let loose a little chuckle. "Yeah... Again, it'd be better if I slept here. If I went up the mountain and slept in one of those pools all by my lonesome, the whole village is gonna wake up tomorrow morning to a Zora deep fried in a pool of water superheated by his boiling blood." "It'd be better if I stayed here with you," Piran replied with a glum nod of his head as he sat on his own little sleeping arrangement. "We Zora typically sleep in water. In Zora's Domain, there are multiple pools at comfortable temperatures that we sleep in. Even the local inn has a few water beds for travellers, should they decide to indulge." His frown kept for a moment longer until he looked over at Kira and couldn't help but smile. His sharp teeth came out as he let loose a little chuckle. "Yeah... Again, it'd be better if I slept here. If I went up the mountain and slept in one of those pools all by my lonesome, the whole village is gonna wake up tomorrow morning to a Zora deep fried in a pool of water superheated by his boiling blood."For just a moment Kira felt a strange little pang in her chest. He sounded so glum and resigned with staying with her. His words. That was stupid. Of course he would prefer sleeping where it was more comfortable. Kira set down her bundle as he spoke of how Zora slept, unrolling it to reveal the supplies. Despite the foul interaction they had been well supplied. Very first she picked up the new weapon. Another Eightfold Blade. The hilt felt wrong, it was new and not worn in with her hand. It would need some breaking in. The water beds he spoke of sounded interesting, she'd like to give that a try. His comments about a fried Zora made her blink a moment before laughing quietly. That toothy, unabashed grin of his was delightful and made her heart light."Don't let them bother you," she said as she stood and unsheathed the sword. Perfectly balanced of course, sharp as a razor. It hissed through the air as she gave it a couple of one handed swings before a flick and sheathing it once more. "I found it just isn't worth it. Easier to leave than deal with her. All of them really..." she said with a huffed sigh, her thumb absently rubbing the hilt of the new weapon. "If people want to stay stuck in the past then I say let them. That's the point of the past isn't it? So we learn but not cling to." Her words were distant as if speaking a long memorized mantra. Quickly she brought herself back and set the weapon back downQuietly she padded over to Piran where he sat on the bedding. Given their height difference he was at chest level with her while sitting. Kira leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek accompanied by a cheeky grin. "So don't let them boil your blood, ok? It's really not worth getting cooked over," she said with a small laugh. "We should get some sleep. I would like to head out early, preferably before anyone else wakes. I don't care for goodbyes." For a moment Kira hesitated, really and truly considering moving her own bedding closer to his. She had cut their after sex cuddling short and felt the need to remedy that. Probably shouldn't. Maybe it wasn't a Zora thing anyways. She stood back up to head to her own bedroll and turn in for the night. Kira seemed to have a lot of experience with leaving inexplicably, or trying to make friends with other races species, if what Impa said was correct. Oh yes, Piran was observant despite his pigheadedness and arrogance he caught the way Kira held her scar and recoiled at certain words Impa drove against her. There was much to dig into and discuss, but it wasn't the right time to bring it all up. Besides, the night was coming to a close and it wouldn't be wise to sleep on bad thoughts. The muscled Zora hummed in thought as Kira vented and inspected her equipment, and when she came up to peck him on the cheek, his smile soon widened. To think that he would find himself falling in love with this Sheikah...!"I don't care for goodbyes either," Piran mumbled as he watched Kira head back to her bedroll.That would have been the end of it. Perhaps it was a good idea to just go to sleep separate from one another. But then Piran remembered just how warm Kira had felt against his smooth skin, the noises she made that melted his heart and her general aura that calmed his nerves. The Zora was big, strong and able, and yet he wasn't above the hollow, cold feeling of loneliness. As Kira retreated, Piran took up his bedroll and blankets and crept over to the young woman only to lay beside her should she settle down.The Zora opened his mouth to say something, but figuring he had very little to convey and knowing that Kira had cheekily remarked that he talked too much, he shut it and let his lips fall back into that small smile of his. Wordlessly he would try and press his body against Kira's backside his sharp, clawed hands would drape over and clasp around the woman's waist while his gaunt, strong face lingered near the back of her neck. Piran seemed inexperienced with this sort of thing, cuddling, but he was being courageously forward in desiring it. Of course, if Kira objected, the Zora would relent. Kira laid down in the comfortable, soft bedding. Not quite as plush as some inns were but better than hard ground. She was not so tired, not so unaware, that she didn't hear Piran move. While she recognized his strength and prowess in battle he was no Sheikah. Stealth wasn't his style. She didn't move as he put his bedding down beside hers and laid behind her. As he wrapped his arms around her she nestled back, shifting to make them both comfortable. Kira couldn't keep a smile from her face as she felt his warm, smooth, strong body envelope hers. She snuggled back so close it might be hard to discern where one began and the other ended.A low, content sigh heaved from her chest as she relaxed in his arms. One hand found his, winding her fingers between his own. Her other arm stretched out under her head. By the Goddess she hadn't felt so comfortable and content in ages. So safe and warm. She had been traveling alone for so long...but it was more than just having someone to travel with. Still more than simply having a lover. Piran was more than a comfort between her legs. He made her heart beat a little faster, her blood a little bit warmer. Her thumb idly brushed his hand back and forth as she reveled in the feel of him fully engulfing her back. The thumb began to slow, her breathing evened out, until she fell asleep.The homes lacked a great deal of windows. Just enough to get some natural light inside. It was enough as the sun dawned. Kira, as always, woke with the sun. Normally she was quick to wake. Her eyes snapped open and she was up in less than a minute. This morning she yawned widely, her eyes fluttering sleepily. So comfy. Another yawn and a slow, languid stretch with a quiet but long and high pitched groan. Finally she hauled herself up and stretched again, reaching towards the rafters, with another wide yawn. Curled up so comfortably with Piran seemed to set a lazy effect on her. Still, she liked waking up in his arms. Finally up and awake Kira set about dressing. Piran had seen her naked already, no reason to be shy. She removed the traditional robes unabashedly and pulled on her underthings, bound her breasts with wide linen cloth and pulled on her usual stealth armor. She brushed then braided her silvery hair, securing it all to the back of her head with the clever use of a single pin. For the time beating she left the mask down. Bow and quiver to her back, sword at her ample hip. Quiet as a shadows whisper she waved for Piran to follow her out of the house.No one was up yet in the village. The sun barely gracing them with light. They hadn't really discussed where they would go exactly. Kira knew she needed to head north. Following paths would make the trip longer but easier...but Piran said he wasn't the best climber and she was sure there would be climbing involved. "What do you think Piran? Is there a path through Zora's domain that will get us back to that plateau? My map is in my saddle bags...so I can't really say exactly where Boko will be. On the far side of the plateau where the Lynel was...but I don't remember there being paths. Lots of waterfalls of course....so the only way I know is to take the road all the way around." Such a trip would take days. While it would be a good excuse to stay with Piran longer she wanted to get to Boko as soon as possible. He might be a strong horse but she worried about what might happen to him if left alone for too long. She looked notably concerned, rubbing her arm as she stared northward. Again, Piran wasn't the best at climbing. Falling with style, however, was something he was fantastic at. With gravity at his back and water below, he had no fear of leaping off tall cliffs or mountaintops. Plus, thanks to his species' unique anatomy and masterful swimming, waterfalls wouldn't be a problem. What was a problem, however, was that most waterfalls were found mainly in Faron and north north east of Zora's Domain. Still, one couldn't complain too much, for water was nearly everywhere."There is a path back to that plateau, yes, and it shouldn't involve much climbing. East of Zora's Domain is a dam that has stairs we can climb up," Piran explained as he hefted his knapsack of travelling supplies over his shoulder. He still had his wicked dagger, but now his armament was supplemented with a good wooden bow, a quiver stacked with arrows and a long sword that was too cumbersome for a normal Hylian to wield. "If we head towards the mouth of Zora River, we can take the trail all the way into Zora's Domain and restock on supplies there perhaps even get a good meal and rest at the inn while we're there."For a moment the Zora paused in thought. His mind drifted to the sound night's sleep he got with Kira balled up in front of him. Piran figured he could get used to sleeping with her, or better yet, sleeping with her so close to him. His teeth poked out from between his lips as he offered a thoughtful smile."So, the way I see it... We could go straight north outta this cozy little hamlet, jump down into that lake and wade out over and onto the Lanayru Wetlands, go west down that big slope we came up on and follow the road past Wetland Stable to get to Inogo Bridge and I don't recommend that because it'll take forever or we could head northeast." The tall, orange Zora pointed up towards the forest overlooking the village from the northeast. Kira might have heard some legend about a Great Fairy watching over this area. "If we can get to the Rutala River, we can ford it and try and climb up to Zobodon Highlands. Though... That'll be a challenge for me to climb, and the river could be a challenge for you to cross, but I could always carry you. What do you think?" Kira perked up some at the mention of going to Zora's Domain. He had mentioned her going there before but she thought perhaps they were idle words. The other Zora wouldn't be too happy if he showed up with her in tow. At least that's what she imagined. Then again, perhaps an escort by a Zora might ease the tension a little bit. She nodded some as she listened to him. Pausing there to restock on food and a decent rest at an inn sounded good. Plus she would get to see Zora's Domain. That desire was what started this whole misadventure. How she had met Piran. It was wild but she honestly couldn't say she would have changed anything. Her body tingled and shivered some as she remembered their encounter in the bath house and being so comfortably curled up with him for the night.Her mind was just a little distant as he went over different paths they could take as she remembered their time in vivid details. She felt her ears burn at the memory then shook her head somewhat to clear her mind out. Had to focus. Piran didn't seem too thrilled about climbing so the path northward, the more direct path, was out of the question. Honestly she wondered if she was even willing to climb that much. While she wanted to spend as much time with Piran as should could before they parted ways she couldn't let that take precedence over Boko. Strong he might be she didn't want him out in the wild all alone too much longer."I sounds like the fastest way is through the wetlands. I'm...guessing you mean jumping off the cliffs here and into the lake," she said with a small sigh. Goddess help her. The Zora was a little nutty. No, it was the faster route. "Ok then let's go that way." Ugh she was going to be wet again. Good thing she bothered to braid her hair that morning. "Come on it's this way," she said with a small wave and led Piran through the still dark village. No one came out to offer goodbyes or try and stop them from leaving. Cado was on watch at the steps of Lady Impa's home. His red eyes narrowed at the pair as they passed. Kira glanced at him for a moment before suddenly quickening her stride.The came to a small copse in the mountains, half of it filled with oddly rounded stones. "This is the graveyard of our people," Kira said quietly as they passed through the gravestones. The graveyard ended in a sudden and sheer cliff. Kira edged forward and peered over the edge. Heights didn't exactly bother her, she was strong enough not to fall. Trouble was she wasn't a strong swimmer. Yet she set a hard face. Can't appear weak, especially in front of Piran. Even if her heart thundered in her chest and her legs felt like jelly. For a moment she felt frozen, suddenly unwilling to go down this particular path."One, two, three, go!" She suddenly shouted and took a running leap off the edge. There was nothing graceful about it. She jumped as far as she could before balling up and fell like an ungainly rock into the lake below. As soon as she hit she kicked and scrambled for the surface. Indeed, while Kira's mind drifted back to that fateful moment in the bathhouse, so too did Piran's mind come back to it. Like seeing one of the three legendary dragons of old, the Zora was unlikely to forget the moment or not bring it up from time to time. It was such a lovely encounter Kira was so warm and soft in his lap that he figured he could rant about her for an hour or so without losing steam. But as much as Piran liked the idea of reminiscing about that moment or, even better, hoping for more in the future, they had an adventure to embark on."A graveyard," Piran repeated as he followed in Kira's footsteps. As the Sheikah checked the lake beneath the sheer cliff Piran leaned in for a closer examination of those round stones. "Strange. This is the first time I've ever seen one in person. We Zora tend to... Ah, well... nevermind."Ach, Kira probably would care half as much as Piran aboutthat, and he cared about it so very little to begin with. Though, he was still young by Zora standards. Regardless, he was brought out of his thoughtful funk when he heard Kira's shouting, frantic scrambling and finally the leap off the edge. For a second the tall Zora stood there, red eyes wide in shock and awe before he followed suit. He quickly slipped his pack and bow into a better, more secure position across his body and lunged out and away to dive into the lake below with all the grace granted to him as a Zora diver.Thank goodness for that soothing time in the bathhouse or else Piran's sores would have flared up at impact. With Kira having displaced the water with her buxom frame not that it was needed Piran disappeared into the water, descended a few meters beneath the scrambling Sheikah and then twisted his body to arc back towards the surface. On the way up he reached out and snagged the back of Kira's armor with his clawed hand, soon tugging her up to the surface where she could breathe comfortably. After that, Kira would be on her own as Piran let go of her and swam alongside her on a course for a nearby patch of land that held a destroyed, abandoned homestead."You're a crazy woman, Kira," Piran shouted in an impressed tone of voice. Kira was making progress towards the surface. Being weighted down with a pack didn't help. She didn't open her eyes under the water and thus didn't see Piran enter shortly after her. The sudden grab at the back of her armor startled her and for a brief second she balled a fist to fight. Then she realized whatever had grabbed her was pull her up. Just as they both broke the surface she realized it must be Piran. She gasped deep as they made it to the surface. Blinking water from her eyes and sputtering a little she pushed some escaped hair from her face. Never again. This was the last time she traveled by swimming.Paddling to show would be a little slow. Mostly Kira swam like a horse, head and bottom above the surface while her limbs propelled her in a slow, cantering motion. She looked over at Piran as he shouted to her. Water sputtered and bubbled as Kira gave a short, sharp laugh. "I've been told that." At least he sounded somewhat impressed, that made her heart a little light. Chatting wasn't in her best interest at the moment. Her mouth and nose were just barely out of the water as she paddled along side of Piran. She did keep glancing over at him though, noting how right he looked in the water. Sleek and at ease. She couldn't fully ignore the small voice that made commentary on how different they were.Finally they made it to the shallows of the wetlands. The moment she was able to touch the squishy, mucky bottom Kira stood up. Wading up and up until the water was at the ankles. She paused a moment and leaned over, hand on her knees, panting softly. It only then struck her how stupid that idea had been. She was soaked again, her tights clinging and bunching uncomfortably. "I need to start taking off my clothes when we decide to throw ourselves off cliffs..." she grumbled as she stood back up looking over at Piran. "No wonder Zora don't wear clothing. Ok, let's go." She said with a sharp nod and started walking through the wetlands.They had come up to a dry point where a small homestead had once been. Back before the destruction of the calamity. It was in a sad state of decay, a skeleton of better times in their land. The sun was only just fully rising, their departure perfectly timed to avoid any potential run ins with Stalfos but still early enough to avoid run ins with her family. However it would quickly become clear that Kira was not a shrinking violet when it came to the monsters of their land. Lizafos were common in the wetlands and might have been easy to avoid. Kira didn't believe in that though.The first one she noticed at a distanced and waved for Piran to stop. With a nasty little grin she drew her mask up over her nose, despite its dampness. Even with wet armor she made little to no sound as she crept forward, drawing her blade. It might be a strange thing to at first easily see her then have her suddenly seem to disappear into the shadow of the mangrove trees, only occasionally seen when passing by patches of light. The Lizafo was entirely unaware of the Sheikah stalking it. She was fast, efficient, and quiet as she jumped from the shadows. One strike was all it took. The Lizafo tried to shriek in surprise but only a gurgling came out as he blade sliced open its throat. It fell, twitched, and died. Kira stooped down and cut off a bit of its tail. Good for potion making. Piran had to suppress the urge to agree with Kira as she grumbled about taking off her clothes before diving. He imagined he looked a little smug and perverted standing there as Kira worried over her ever tight tights and armor. And when she remarked about Zora not needing to wear clothing, Piran could only guffaw in reply. True, Zora didn't need to wear clothing as all their 'naughty bits', as one Hylian remarked, were covered up unless in private intimacy, but fine garments weren't out of the question. If swimming and getting wet wasn't on the schedule for the day, then finding a Zora in a kimono or yukata wouldn't be out of the ordinary. Piran wouldn't be caught dead in one of those, however."If all goes well, Kira," Piran offered with a smile as the two of them wandered over the remains of that homestead, "you shouldn't have to worry about water until after we reach Zora's Domain."Being a tall, brutish hunk of a Zora, Piran wasn't suited for clandestine operations unless they involved deep water. These wetlands off in the distance weren't deep enough to conceal his bulk, and with the water sloshing about under his form, he was bound to be heard by any monster he tried to creep up on. Kira didn't seem to have that problem. Whether through skill, patience or some special nature in her armor, she was able to sneak up on a lone Lizalfos Piran thought he could follow Kira with his eyes, but once she was far enough she seemed to blur from his vision only to reappear somewhere he thought inconceivable. Either way, with the dead lizard monster bleeding out into the water of the wetlands and Kira happily hacking away at the beast's tail, Piran took the cue to approach."Should mostly be Lizalfos around here, but watch out for a Hinox," Piran warned as he shifted close to Kira in a crouch. He was right at eye level with the Sheikah now, and totally out of his element crouched down like this. "Supposedly there's one in these wetlands. Blasted things are usually sleeping 24 7, but who knows, we might find this one wandering around looking for a meal." Kira looked up as Piran approached. She shook the bit of tail she hacked off to get rid of most of the blood before stashing it away. He crouched near her, putting himself at eye level. Kira blinked a moment at him. It was almost adorable that he crouched like that. Like he was going to sneak around and slit throats. She couldn't help a small smile as she looked him in the eye. After a moment she reached over and patted his shoulder. "Between you and me, Piran, I don't think there is too much to worry about. We did fight a Lynel, remember? A Hinox shouldn't be too much of a problem after that." Her confidence was almost ridiculous.Though with him so perfectly at eye level she smirked. In one quick motion she lowered her masked and kissed his cheek before moving back with a small laugh, pulling her mask back up. "And you don't have to crouch Piran. I know you aren't a Sheikah...sneaking around and attacking from the shadows is probably not your usual fighting style. Not with all those muscles," she said, her squinting eyes indicative of a sly smirk, a glint of appreciative desire in those ruby red eyes. She would not soon forget those muscles enveloping her, both for sleep and in the bath. A little, joyful shiver raced through her at the still fresh memory. No, had to focus. The wetlands weren't overly dangerous but they needed to be on guard.Onward through the wetlands. Kira walked along side of Piran, her hand resting idly on the hilt of her sword. While she seemed somewhat at ease she never stopped glancing around. Watching, waiting for any sign of attack. It wasn't just monsters to fear either. Though they were certainly more prevalent. Kira had a very strict 'kill on sight' policy when it came to monsters. Occasionally she even forgot to warn Piran before suddenly slinking off to go after Lizafo. Quick and sudden, there was little chance for them to fight back. Kira always took the tail too. They fetched a decent price at markets for the use in potion making.Another kill, this time it was two lizafo at once. It was a short fight. The first killed with her usual ruthless efficiency. The second was noisier. As it tried to rush Kira she dodged to the side and sliced its arm clean off. Screeching and howling in pain she was quick to silence it with a cut to its throat. Though the sounds had drawn another. Kira was busily cutting off tails as she did and didn't notice the small hill that had began to grow behind her. A slow, lumbering giant had woken from the shrieks of dying lizafo. The Hinox was not happy at being woken from its nap. While many Zora enforced the same policy Kira liked when it came to monsters, killing on sight, there were several crafty fishermen and scavengers who chose to observe from afar Lizalfos, Bokoblins and Moblins were stupid monsters, but they were clever in their own way. By being patient and tracking their habits, one could swoop in just as a monster or a group of them had resources within their grasp and take them for themselves. Few fishermen liked shadowing Lizalfos as they themselves scoured the rivers for fish. It was dangerous work, but profitable. On dry ground, however, even if Zora were out of their element they weren't ones to back down from a fight, and Piran was no exception.He took Kira's 'advice'. How could Piran not give her words merit after that cute kiss on the cheek? So soft, so plush, so sweet Piran could see himself stooping to Kira's level often so long as she kept giving him some sugar, but yet, he had his pride to worry about. He stood tall and placed his hands on his hips, abs on full display and biceps to spare, and guffawed."I suppose you're right. Besides, subtlety isn't my forte," Piran commented with an arrogant flair to his tone. "I wager it's about time you realized just howpopularI am with monsters."A smart Zora would have avoided getting into too many fights or attracting unnecessary attention, but seeing Kira dispatch three Lizalfos made Piran hungry for a fight. He felt as if he needed to prove his strength to her by dispatching simple mooks and gathering up the spoils. Sure, he had proved himself well enough with the Lynel, but Piran wasn't about to let Kira have all the fun. He came upon a couple Lizalfos minding their business roasting fish from the looks of things and slinked off to dispatch them with the aid of his trusty, wicked dagger and martial arts. The lizard monsters heard the Zora approach and moved to intercept him, but their flailing, pathetic attacks only offered Piran windows of opportunity that he seized.After dodging a tongue attack, Piran reached out and grabbed the assaulting Lizalfos by the horn, twisted its head to the side and jabbed a sharp elbow right into its neck. Another strike forced the damn thing to the ground where it twitched in agony before dying. The Lizalfos' comrade, armed with a spear, rushed in to try and impale Piran, but the Zora was quicker and had better reach. He slid his foot into the Lizalfos' ribs and knocked the creature aside before finishing it off with his dagger. He didn't try to scavenge any supplies or cut off any resources Piran wasn't too resourceful, not like Kira.When the Hinox that great blue, one eyed abomination waddled over to the two of them and licked its lips in desire, so too did Piran. Though a Hinox was a mere kitten compared to a Lynel, it was still a large and tempting target. Plus, there looked to be two Knight's Broadswords affixed to the giant's necklace, and Piran wanted them. They were powerful, sturdy tools that were only bested by Royal Gear! Seeing as the Hinox was focused more on him, what with Piran being so tall and such a tempting meal, the Zora approached the Giant with his bow drawn."Oh Kira!" Piran called out as he aimed right for the Hinox's only eye. "We have an admirer!"He loosed his arrow and watched as it missed the Hinox's eye and instead thudded right into its flared nostril and all the disgusting mucus held within. The giant recoiled with a pained grunt, though it also seemed surprised that anyone would try and pick its nose with a sharp, feathered stick. Sheepish at his accuracy, Piran drew another arrow and flung it into the giant's eye straight and true. At that the giant lurched back in agony and fell right on its ass with its hands covering its wounded eye. With the window of opportunity now forced open, Piran holstered his bow, drew out that Sheikah greatsword nodachi and went to hack away at its side!

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The Growing up of Little Miss Watson {darkest_Fate&DeRe}

Eighteen years. She'd been around for that long in total, as the ID her "director" currently held said in quite clear letters. True, it matched up with her country of origin, and given her current locale, it may be a tad difficult to read through the UK standard. Bit it wouldn't take too much to realize that Miss Emma Watsonhappened to have very,very recently passed 18 years. In point of fact, her birthday lay only a week or so away from the current date. That had apparently been appropriate, or so the various agents and handlers who had set this up had kept assuring Emma. Strike while the iron is hot! .Plus, though Emma certainly wouldn't admit it, she appreciated people acknowledging her as 'hot.' Thus far, millions knew her as Hermione Granger, and those films were still wrapping up, which meant that lasting role wouldn't leave her any time soon. In truth, she'd about earned enough from that to last her the rest of her life, but Emma knew how to capitalize on her rising stardom. There had already been a few outside roles she'd accepted, many showcasing her range and her willingness to do what it took to put on a good performance. Already buzz had gathered about how she rarely needed more than one take, how she almost embodied the character she'd been known for, and how personable the young lady happened to be.All of which had set her up nicely, but she'd hit a rough spot. There would be no denying a part of reality: Emma Watson was a child star first and foremost. She'd started young enough to be 'cute' and 'precocious' and had grown up in front of all her fans and viewers. It would take some doing to 'break' the public of that particular image of her. They'd need to see 'Miss Emma Watson' as someone who'd matured, who'd become a fully fledged adult, someone who they could admire and, yes, on some level lust after. it did make Emma rather uncomfortable, particularly since she knew her own experience in that venue was... lacking. That happened when you balanced studies with press tours and a full time job acting. It was truly remarkable that she'd done as well as she had. So what if her only sexual experience came from a few bashful, almost hurried experiments involving various wands that some of her fans had sent in? Not objecting the one time she'd gotten a little a little more intoxicated than she perhaps should have and worked to map out her tight little sex. The girl at least knew what an orgasm was, what it felt like.But now she had to come off as someone with some maturity, and with that came some sexual awareness. Her current significant other, Ben, had coyly suggested quite an obvious way of doing that. But Emma had brushed that aside, and, as always, she'd gotten her way there. Instead, she'd requested some aid of her handlers, including an insider in Hollywood who often helped child stars transition into more adult roles. Rumor had it that she'd helped Hilary Duff and the Olsen Twins and a few others grow into fully functioning adults. Supposedly she had just the right organization in mind to really help Emma develop herself and her persona as an adult.So they'd arranged it. First Emma had apparently needed to get fully medically tested, the files sent ahead to said organization. They'd show the truth: she was almost squeaky clean, with a fully intact hymen and no health issues whatsoever. They'd asked Emma to dress casual, which meant a loose flannel that hid much of her recently blossomed body and a pair of jeans that only just cupped her firm, softly rounded ass. She'd done some basic makeup to enhance her quasi girl next door meets glamorous English Rose face, drawing attention to her expressive brown eyes and mostly hiding the freckles that had a tendency toward erupting across her face. They'd said something about possibly changing when she got there, and that the people there would be more than ready. For now, that 'more than ready' had mostly been giving Emma a few introductions, asking for her ID , and escorting her to a rather luxurious dark leather couch. There she currently sat, patiently looking up, feeling excitement bubbling within, making those eyes shimmer. This would be it! The first step toward her embracing adulthood as a starlet, and showcasing just how her new persona would be for the eager public and fans both old and new!Emma could hardly wait! For the hundredth timePrince Yahshuaturned to regard himself in the gilded mirror. Nervousness was normally a foreign trait to him, but he could not disregard the peculiar mix of anxiety and excitement that churned within. After all, he was a few mere moments from plucking one of the sweetest peaches at the peak of its ripeness, and just the thought of the juice following through his fingers was enough to set him trembling. A lesser man would perhaps be undone by such "stage fright", but Prince was certainly no 'lesser man' in any sense. He stared back into his own hard eyed gaze, channeling the urgent adrenaline into a cold focused energy.Take a moment to enjoy the anticipation, he thought,savour it like the connoisseur you are.He steadied his boulder like shoulders, his prodigious bulk shifting in the tight fitting expensive suit. Checking over the figure before him Prince found himself marveling at the sight. It was a long way from the rough and unappealing world he had fought and fucked his way out of. Some twenty years before, as a failed actor and struggling hustler, he had been initiated into the basement levels of porn. Now he was literally in the penthouse, having the finest cuts of white meat thrown before him like a lion in a luxury cage. No more meth riddled runaways or gay for pay grind for Prince he was enjoying delights that millions of men could only dream about. Like some kind of glorious prestige stud he deflowered the choicest fillies in Hollywood for the amusement of a paying audience. And what fillies they were. There was those twins who snorted their coke with the same passion they sucked his cock the long legged all American Southern girl singer converted from racist prude to queen of spades and most recently some blonde high school dropout with a soft milky body and no morals whatsoever that he had broken in for that sleazy producer who paid so well.And now, it seemed, some sweet cheeked English rose was next on the list. He heard her enter the room outside, her sing song voice with its clipped accent dripping with politeness.Any father would be proud of such a daughter, he thought with a grin. Until perhaps she had been spitted on a monstrous ebony cock, abruptly delivered to womanhood in his capable hands. Once more Prince checked his ensemble, then finally exited the bathroom and casually strode out into the lounge. Emma was seated there expectantly, like some eager schoolgirl prepared for a crucial test. Prince savoured her the peaches and cream appearance, the sincere suddenness of her welcoming smile, and the way her dark brown eyes shone with his reflection. Already he could feel the formidable anaconda awakening, and he was sure its massive profile must be clearly visible through his tight stovepipe trousers.Looks like a squealer, he thought, a sly boyish grin coming to his brooding face.He stood a good foot in height over her, his lumbering bulk making her seem all the more doll like in appearance. The girl's slender forearm was barely longer than his urgently throbbing cock. That pretty little mouth which smiled so easily and so sweetly looked like it would stretch to encompass his girth.Aw yeah, this English rose is gonna get plucked hard, he mused as his wicked grin stretched out like a scar. His own ominous gaze wasn't the only thing focused on Emma every corner of this luxury lounge was studded with hidden cameras, which followed every angle with silent unblinking eyes."Well then," Prince drawled in a deep, gravel voice, "so this is the pretty little English witch they told me so much about. You going to cast a spell on old Prince now? Was.... was this some sort of test shot? Emma stared at the imposing figure that lumbered toward her, fighting the urge to let her jaw drop. Oh, she'd met and dealt with black men before. There were some on the casts and crews of various films Emma had dealt with. She'd found quite a few of them charming, and there was something appealing about their appearance in a quasi exotic sort of way. Emma had never dated one, but that was simply a matter of happenstance, not some strange taste. But this man who came toward her looked almost like a strange variation on the trolls fromHarry Potter, or perhaps like some throwback to an era where men were massive, broad, and built like they could strangle large animals with their bear hands. Emma's eyes scanned the man quickly, taking note the massive size of him. His huge chest, his imposing height, and of course the poor thing was eye level with.Oh dear. She drew her gaze away, realizing that she'd been very near to staring at his crotch. It looked as if he'd tucked something in there, as it was distended in what had to be an uncomfortable manner. Surely that didn't actually happen naturally? Because that would be... wrong. Emma may not know a great deal about male genitalia, but she knew they didn't come that big. Some part of her almost wanted to text Ben, who surely had more knowledge on this sort of thing than her. The thought made her fingers twitch, but she fought it down, instead turning to look back at him.'Ah, perhaps?' she offered, a little nerves sliding into her voice. She rose, noting that she didn't come up much further than his chest, if even that. 'I take it you're the um, my costar?' Emma figured that would be a safe way to phrase it. Her gaze slid toward the director, wondering just what sort of role they were cast in. Was she supposed to be having some sort of heart to heart? Was this some strange way of testing whether or not Emma could handle people from different backgrounds? She licked her lips, looking back toward this imposing man. 'Ah, I don't believe I've heard of you? I'm Emma, by the way, Emma Watson,' she tried smiling then, even extending a hand slightly.Did he look familiar? she swore there was something vaguely familiar about his... presence. Prince watched as Emma's eyes swelled like a pair of bright harvest moons. It was like the enormity of his bulk could barely fit into her reckoning, and he half expected the petite creature to faint dead away like some old time damsel. There was definitely something of the ingenue about her, with her schoolgirl's eagerness to please and the reflexive courtesy. Her studied insouciance amused him in a wry and detached way. She was an ambitious girl trying to pretend to be a confident woman, like so many he had met before, and her innocent ignorance of what she was in for excited him greatly. More than her untouched peach was going to be destroyed today.He casually ignored her proffered hand.This ain't no business meeting, you brown eyed bitch. Prince knew it was important to establish and hold his dominance early on, and condition the girl to immediate obedience while she was still pliable. "My name's, Prince, like the singer," he said in a voice like rocks rolling in a steel drum. "But I had it before him so that little peacock stole it off me." He grinned, but it was utterly devoid of warmth, like a sickle silver of the moon. A pair of solid gold incisors flash sharply in the tiger like maw. "Don't mind though, he does some good tunes." All the while he loomed over Emma, savouring the pink flush that was coming to her girlish cheeks. "You gonna call me Sir though, you English love it formal, don't ya? And I'll call you whatever I like."With a curt bob of his head Prince signaled the director, like a monarch barely acknowledging a courtier. Nominally it was the director who was in charge but they were experienced enough to entertain no such delusion. They brought over a luxury gown a white halter neck piece from Ralph Lauren, with a pleated silk georgette panel at the hip and and a thigh high slit. The pale chiffon shimmered in the room's warm light. "Now, you go ahead a put this little number on," intoned Prince. "Get changed right here, we gotta see how it suits you." My he was... big. Emma very nearly said as much, felt the words dangling on the edge of her lips. Just staring straight ahead made her nearly eye level with his... abdomen, perhaps? She daren't look lower, for fear that whatever weapon he hid down there would somehow spring up to attack her at any moment. The ignoring of her hand did strike Emma as slightly rude, but she told herself to ignore it. Prince clearly had the experience, and perhaps he was a little annoyed at having to deal with an inexperienced teenage girl. That did sometimes happen, after all. Emma would just have to work hard to prove him wrong.So she nodded as he went through his droll explanation regarding a singer and his name. 'Ah, sir it is then,' she replied, again flushing slightly, the pink making her light smattering of freckles pop upon her pale flesh. She fought the urge to look away, not wanting to come off as insecure, even though she felt a twisting in her belly that certainly made her feel like this was her first audition all over again. She licked her lips, righting herself slightly. 'I do think Emma will work quite nicely though. Not too difficult to say and all... sir,' she added the last after a moment, eyes flicking up to him.Soon she was frowning. Who was he...? She twisted, seeing the director. Strange how Prince seemed to be in command. Sometimes performers did direct, and part of Emma had seriously considered heading that way herself some day. But that didn't quite seem to be the case here. She twisted back to look at Prince, lookup at him, that is, while a dress came nearby. It did look rather lovely ,and like something she'd worn before. Her gaze flicked to it, before back at him, those eyes once again widening, this time, even further than before.'What?' came out before she could even stop it, blinking again. 'I don't exactly shouldn't there be a curtain or something?' she also eyed the dress, wondering. What she wore under her flannel and jeans wouldn't exactly... work with that. The bra straps would show, and likely the pantie line would be quite visible. Surely wardrobe would know that, right? Emma let her gaze wander for a bit, eyes flicking to see if someone, anyone, would be rallying to explain that she was being tricked, punked or something or other. The flash of her pink tongue across those soft little lips prompted a spasm of electric delight in Prince.Damn, but she was a sweet little peach, all petite and eager to please. Like some kind of nymph or elf girl, slender enough that it seemed he could snap her in two with little effort. He used every bit of his intimidating bulk to effect, emphasizing the dramatic difference in size between them. The way she saidsir was definitely a turn on, carrying this faint tone of ready submission. Certainly her proper English accent added considerably to Prince's pleasure it reinforced her girlish eagerness and would sound even sweeter when panting the filthiest obscenities. It was just as he had been told: breaking in this one would be both a privilege and a reward.Prince laughed at Emma's modest protestation about undressing. The sound was more akin to wind blowing through a skull. "Well now, this must be that famous English awkwardness I was warned about! With a hollow chortle he dropped the sleek white gown at her feet as if it were just a rag. "I gotta say, it's definitely something novel out here in the States. But it's certainly not Hollywood, and you be gettin' nowhere acting all Queen Victoria all the time." The hulking figure took a deep breath as the warmth ran from his smile like a dying sunset. Turning to the director he jerked his head towards the door. "All personnel gonna vacate the room. Emma and me have got to have a little privacy and work some things out." Without even a pause the room was emptied save for the pair of actors."Now then," drawled Prince, "it's just us two, so you got no need to be worrying out perverts." Well, he though, them and all the manifold hidden cameras, waiting eagerly to capture the savage sexual intitation of one of the world's most desired starlets. "Normally when Prince tells a girl to get naked, she can't do it fast enough." His shark's leer returned again as his cruel dark eyes sparkled. "But you being all English and conservative 'n' shit, I guess a little consideration can be given." Eyeing her up coldly, Prince fantasized for a moment about just throwing her to the ground and tearing her apart. But this one was different not one of the production line America's sweethearts he usually pounded into the carpet. Emma's destruction had to be a masterpiece."Tell you what," Prince said. "I'ma gonna turn and look out the window over there, while you get into that sexy dress." He cupped her lightly under her chin, lifting her face slightly. "You won't need those bra or panties either, that dress is far too fine to mess up with shit like that. You're a English princess, not some Sunset hooker." Casually he turned away and sauntered over to the stark white window which gazed on the concrete vista below. Prince pulled out his phone, which drew on the feeds on the various cameras in the room. Carefull that Emma did not notice, he could still watch her clearly now even with his back turned. "Let me know when you done, girl," he said with a soft growl. Famous English awkwardness? Emma wasn't sure whether to frown or giggle at that. She tried to keep her expression at least somewhat neutral, professional, even. But those expressive brown eyes flashed for a moment, hinting toward the barely suppressed emotions. Her body tensed for a moment as she watched him drop the clothing, and tensed still further as she noted just how very much... larger than she he happened to be. The emptying of the room might have been intended to make her feel better about the situation, but nerves instead jumped to the forefront. Emma was an actress she knew how to behave in front of a crowd, particularly a crowd on a set. This felt... shockingly intimate, in almost bewildering ways.And why was he sitll in the room?'Ah, thank you?' she managed, figuring that to be the polite response. She let out a nervous laugh at his question, eyes scanning him. Part of her wanted to askreally? since he hardly looked the fine specimen, nothing like pretty Ben or the numerous other striking young lads that Emma so frequently took as her paramours. 'I can certainly see why,' came out instead, her smile at least genuinely pleasant. Hehad clearly been intending to at least make things less awkward for her, and she did want to maintain professionalism during a shoot. Strange though, his look belied his actions... there was almost something... calculating in the way his eyes swept over her now. She supposed it was just the seasoned look of a performer summing up a costar...His words jarred her from her thoughts, which was fortunate, as he tiled her head up. Had he just... suggested she go commando? Emma flushed, the pink crawling against her pale skin. 'Generally there's undergarments that would help with that...' she offered, biting her lip. They already had madesome consideration, and it wasn't as if she hadn't gone without a bra for certain dresses like that before. She reached up to slice back some of her light brown hair, shifting again. English princess? She wasn't certain whether that was a compliment or not.Hardly mattered. He'd turned, given his direction, and Emma had to follow through. She gave a deep breath, released it, and went to work. Experience made it easy for her to remove her clothing, even if her fingers stuttered slightly. The shirt went away first, leaving her with the rather simple cotton bra to support her modest chest. She soon removed shoes, then wiggled down her jeans, jarring the panties beneath. A pause followed as she watched Prince, making sure that he wasn't staring. As soon as she was at least somewhat reassured, Emma picked up the dress. She stepped into it first, bringing it up around her body. To her slight surprise, it fit her almost too well, and she was quite certain she'd lookrather strikingwhen it was fully on her. She slid off the bra, sliding the front panel into position, adjusting as necessary. Bending down, Emma worked her panties off while still garbed, letting them pool. She gathered her clothing up, looking about for a place to put it.'I'm finished,' she informed her costar, knowing she lookedimpressive. She flashed a decidedly more confident smile at him, holding up her clothing. 'Where should I put this then?' To all appearances Prince was concentrating on his phone, appearing to discreetly ignore the starlet undressing behind him. But the small screen in his hand in fact provided a perfect view of Emma's disrobing. The voyeuristic aspect of the whole thing provided a profound erotic thrill for Prince, and his desperate cock was already throbbing like an red hot iron. Normally a girl of Emma's physique wouldn't have excited him that much he preferred his white meat more ample on the bone, enough to grab a handful of. But the nymph like figure of the young Englishwoman was a refreshing change from the milk fed Midwestern Homecoming queens he was normally offered up. She seemed like one of the marble statues Prince had seen decorating the gaudy fountain of a Hollywood mansion impeccably pale, budding little breasts barely enough to make a fistful, every inch as tight and smooth as the skin of a drum. Most importantly he caught a glimpse of a pair of light pink, puffy nipples which were practically his kryptonite. She was a perfect little package alright.As her modest casual outfit fell away it was like the shedding of some kind of cocoon, with a white clad butterfly suddenly emerging. She turned back towards him and Prince reveled at the spectacular sight of her in the Ralph Lauren gown. "Throw your stuff on the couch there," Prince said softly, "'Cept this, I'm keeping it as a souvenir." He plucked Emma's panties from her fingers and stuffed them in his trouser pocket. "Might get you to autograph them later, eh?" He gave his shark grin again, appraising her hungrily. "Damn girl, that fits you like a second skin. Just as smooth, tight, and white as you are". Prince wanted to start pushing her now, testing the limits of her propriety, gently coercing her into bending her will to his. He wanted Emma to be shocked at how much she liked it."Now then," he drawled, taking up a pair of scripts from a nearby table. "You're probably itchin' to know what this is all 'bout." He handed one of the slim volumes to Emma, watching the way the dress tightened around her with every slight movement. "You ever hear of a movie calledMandingo? Nah? Bit before your time maybe." Prince settled down into a chair facing Emma, enjoying the desperate schoolgirlish way she was focused on him. "M'brothers and me fuckin' loved it back in the day, 'scuse my language. Anyway, Mr Weinstein is remaking it, only this time we's going to do a version that does right by the women and black characters." He grinned his cemetary row again, enjoying how much the crude appeal to her politics amused him. "You'll be playing Blanche Maxwell she's just like you, a nice little English girl who finds herself in America, only she's married to this real asshole of a slaveowner. She hates him a'course, being all good 'n' feminist and down on the slavery, so she decides to get some revenge by seducin' one of his slaves, Mede." He reclined further in the chair, letting it engulf his bulk like a throne. "That's yours truly of course. I got the honour of playin' one of the best black dudes from any movie, and if it all goes right I'll get the fun of having you...as my co star."It was important to keep the naive creature unbalanced, Prince knew, because the more uncertain she was the more desperate the decisions she would make. He could almost hear her rabbit heart thumping hard behind those pert little tits, flushing her cheeks and cutting her breaths into short excited gasps. There was something erotically provocative about her slyph like innocence encased in the pure white gown, radiating a sexiness she barely knew she had. This English muffin was such a different flavour to the American confections that Mr Weinstein brought before him B list starlets so desperate for fame they were naked on their knees after barely an introduction. But this time this time was so much different. As exciting as it would be to tear it off, he was going to make her keep that little outfit out when he fucked her."Better get into character," Prince said, removing his shirt and tie. A prison sculpted torso was exposed, bedecked in all manner of streetcorner tattoos. "After all, I'm topless in this scene, " he giggled with a creepy impishness. Prince was well aware of this scene it involved Emma's character making some clumsy but increasingly aroused attempts to provoke his character into raping her, culminating with 'Blanche' presenting herself for just that purpose. Emma of course had been given no preparation for this. The carefully scripted scene had been specificially chosen so that the words she uttered could be used out of context in the special production that was planned for her. If nothing else, Prince was almost boyishly excited at the prospect of that dialogue dropping from Emma's sweet innocent lips repeatedly calling him nigger and offering up her ass with an ease she had never previously known. It felt decidedly odd to not be wearing panties in front of a near stranger. His actions weren't helping to dispel that oddness either. The instructions weren't too bad and made at least some sense, though Emma didn't throw her clothing so much as walk over and gently set. Though his snatching her panties and making a crude joke had her flushing pink for a few moments. A little irritation and disgust bubbled up in those expressive brown eyes, but Emma didn't follow through with saying anything about it. It was just... too odd, too bizarre, and, well, maybe it was some sort of cultural thing? He may be quite purposefully trying to tease her for some strange test to make sure she was actually as adult as she claimed to be.The volume, which she assumed was the script, extended to her. Emma took it, immediately thumbing through while he spoke. She frowned at the mention of the film: shehad heard of it, mostly in disparaging tones. She was tempted to point out that it was supposedly very damaging to racial relations and demeaning toward black men in particular, but he'd already kept going. Apparently he quite liked the film idea, and there was already at least one big name behind it for production. Plus it sounded like this might be attempting to correct the errors of the past. Emma was all about that, and very much in favor of taking a mature role that not only showed her depth and range as an actress, but also allowed her to start rewriting a cultural narrative.Some of that did diminish as he pointed out that she'd essentially be playing herself: a young British woman in a bad situation. But Emma knew she wasn't exactly a slave owner's wife living in the time period, and it wasn't as if they'd want to go too far away with casting. Emma started flipping through the script, noting the various scenes potentially leading up to something like this, but not exactly finding something that would immediately point to what she should be saying now. She looked up at him and let out a slight smile at his comment. He certainly did fill out that chair, she had to give him that much. 'That all sounds quite intriguing on the whole,' she agreed, flipping through again, pausing to lick her lips. 'I'm not quite finding the page?' She glanced up at him, only to find that he'd already started stripping. Eyes widened as she saw the rather impressive build beneath the shirt, far bulkier than any other men she'd seen topless. The pink again crawled onto Emma's skin, but she tampered it down easily enough: she was a professional, after all.'I don't know if this is really a period appropriate dress...' she pointed out, gesturing toward her white gown, 'but I suppose it will do for rehearsal,' she shifted, the dress fluttering around her petite frame. She looked back up at him. 'If I could just get the starting page?' she asked again, feeling nervous but, well, ready to start. This sounded almost exciting, and certainly different than anything she'd done before. "Well now, auth en ticity ain't really the main thing here," purred Prince. "It's more like an inspiration thing sorta method acting, y'know? Get you all in the mood. Y'see that Blanche is a real white she devil, a total minx despite her being all little miss prim 'n' proper." He shot her a slimy grin as he stood up and took her script, thumbing through the pages. "So that dress should help you get into character feel like the real plantation princess you gonna be playing. And baby, you gotta admit," he said, "I bet that chiffon 'n' satin feels real good against your skin, right?" Prince languidly winked one of his dark eyes, the smile practically oozing off his face. "Gettin' that good tingle in the right places? Fits you like a glove, bet that makes you feel good too. Nice girl like you, always dyin' to be nasty when she gets the chance." He handed back the script, a thick black finger pointing to a certain section. "Or maybe it ain't the dress makin' you tingle? Eh? Something else heating up the butter on that English muffin?"Languidly Prince sat back down into the leather chair, like a lion reclining across a warm rock. He airily continued his discussion of the scene, swiftly passing on from the suggestive banter. "So in this scene, Blanche is all husband at her asshole of a husband, but she's feeling all frustrated because she doesn't know how to hurt him like REALLY hurt him, as only she could." Arching his fingers Prince's grinned ebbed away and his tone grew colder as his previous humor started to drop. "So she goes out to where he's got Mede locked up, because I ah, I mean Mede is the thing he hates the most. She comes out there on a wet 'n' wild night, her dress all tight as yours now, and she decides to give herself to him coz she knows it'll rip hubby the most." Prince leaned back into the chair and sat at ease, his trunk like legs spreading a little as his crotch swelled notably. The leather creaked as he said up a little, lost for a few moments at the sight of one of Emma's creamy thighs as it peeked at him. "Or maybe, she goes out there cause she knows that it don't matter how many English boys she goes with, she'll never be a real woman until some trueblooded African stud breaks her in."He met Emma's gaze, watching the storming racing through her expressive brown eyes. Can't wait to see them when the tears start streaking the mascara, Prince thought with idle satisfaction. "So we'll start with the bit where she's come in, and you open with that nice little speech there, the one about "you're my husband's slave and I want to be yours," all that hot as fuck dialogue you got the pleasure of dropping." Slowly the shark like grin returned as he continued. "We'll go up to the part where she presents herself bending over the table 'n' all that nasty shit. Okay? 'Member, this is all 'bout striking a blow against the patriarchy and all that shit. Youwantthis, right girl?"

['Hermione', 'Granger', 'Watsonhappened']

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Clash of Outsiders (PsionicCuttlefish & Eternal Thrill)

This is it, Makiel thought, as the Fiend before him stumbled and staggered from numerous accumulated wounds. The Celestial warrior brandished his holy flaming sword to blanket the corpulent nalfeshnee demon with another sheet of fire it would not actually not do much against the nalfeshnee unless the holy power of the sword was biting into the demon's flesh at the same time, but it didn't need to. Infuriated over yet another wave of fire from his hated adversary, the demon took his attention yet again off the four adventurers assisting Makiel. Given the clear opening, they struck as one a warrior, an archer, a spellslinger, and a holy man all unleashed a simultaneous assault on the demon from the sides and behind the incredibly resilient, but finally defeated fiend. After the lengthy battle of attrition, the once proud noble of the brutal Abyssal hierarchy stumbled and fell to his knees, bleeding from countless wounds.The archon of pale blue skin and blood red hair folded his crimson feathered wings against his back and turned down his vengeful aura of power, reducing the brilliant light his body was putting out as he began to walk towards the gasping fiend, gazing intensely with his solid gold colored eyes. "Deth'Nar of the Skullhill!" Makiel boomed with a voice born of the heavens. "Your army has been crushed, your plot has failed, and you have met your match! If you surrender now, even one such as yourself may be shown mer "The obese demon shrieked in unmitigated rage and lunged for Makiel with a speed belied by his mass. But there was a flash of light even faster than him, and the demon halted in front of Makiel, whose arm was fully outstreached, with his angel forged sword extended.Deth'Nar's head fell to the ground, and his body collapsed after him. Makiel allowed himself a small sigh of victory. In truth, he only said the words he did as a formality. As an avenger archon, he never really wanted a Fiend to surrender, but the Fiends never wanted to either, so it worked out well for him. Still, he was called to the Ministry of Temperance every now and then to ensure that his intentions always remained pure if he ever pursued the ultimate justice too far and strayed from the ideals oforderlyretribution that defined the warriors of the Celestial archons, his heart could become tainted. So he always repeated the words, and never slew a foe unless it was in combat, or if the sentence had already been formally decreed.Additionally, Makiel couldn't help but having felt a small amount of frustration with the sheertenacityof the nalfeshnee, towards the end. Had Makiel been alone, he wasn't sure he could have bested this demon. For an awfully long time, the demon had weathered the sheer punishment the archon and the mortals together had heaped upon him and refused to fall. It was actually fortunate they had been working together the nalfeshnee had focused almost exclusively on Makiel the despised adversary from the Upper Planes and ignored the mortals, allowing the damage to accumulate and keeping him from slaying one of the mortals until the Fiend's unnatural fortitude failed him.The four adventurers gathered near Makiel and the fallen demon, and they congratulated each other and began to heal their wounds with potions while they also thanked Makiel for his assistance. Makiel looked them all over and smiled upon them. "You have done well, mortals. Today you have served a just cause and ended a great threat. Know that the heavens are grateful that you have stopped this incursion into the realm of the Material, as every victory against the Fiends is counted."He then turned to the holy man, an elf in silver laced vestments, who held his holy symbol close to himself as he looked up at Makiel and softly murmured prayers of thankfulness. "The spell you have used to Call me here will last for several more hours still, which is more than enough time for us all to finish searching this unholy fortress from top to bottom and cleanse it of any remaining dens of evil that may have escaped notice." Makiel declared. The mortals nodded at him, and split into two groups to take two different passageways, while Makiel himself took a third.*****In a particular room of the fortress, a quiet room of bare stone, a scuffling of feet could be heard from outside the door followed by some soft clicks and clatters from what must have been the door's lock. It wasn't opening right away though, and continued to quietly clatter around, as if being jiggled. Was someone...picking the lock?There was then a very loudclickas the bolt slid open, then a creaking sound as the door swung in, letting light into the room around two silhouettes, one tall and one short. As the light fell across the lone individual occupying the room, bound by rune inscribed chains, there were two exclamations of alarm and suddenly the smaller figure's hands were each surrounded by a nimbus of glowing light, and was cupping pulsating 'spheres' of air shimmering distortions in each hand. The glow illuminated the two figures for the room's inhabitant the shorter one was a halfling garbed in loose purple robes, while the taller one was an unusually thin and spry half orc dressed in a leather vagabond's outfit, who also held out a drawn shortbow that shimmered in the light with enchantments, aimed straight at the imprisoned being.The two mortals stared wide eyed at the being, but did not unleash any attacks yet. After a moment, they seemed confused. "It's...chained up?" The half orc said under his breath, though said being's excellent hearing allowed her to catch what they were saying to each other."This is...very strange...it is a demon, we should probably just kill it, but...why would they imprison one of their own?""Maybe it'sdangerousenough to be chained up for a reason.""...Go get Makiel. He'll know what to do. I'll stay here and keep an eye out."The half orc nodded to his companion, then turned and sprinted back out the door and down the hall. The halfling stood in the doorway, with his arms still outstretched and hands ready to unleash elemental wrath in an instant as he stared at the prisoner:A succubus demon. This entire situation was unfair. She had put in her time. Did all the things asked of her in the Abyss. Two centuries of hard work, torturing souls that meant absolutely nothing to her. Two whole centuries and this is where Kylyla found her self. Locked in a dirty stone room and chained to a wall. Not that she didn't find it extremely hot, but she wasn't even being put to good use. That fact was appalling and frankly unacceptable.Deth'nar had promised a position at his side a year ago. Sure, he had offered it to others as well. Ky beat her greedy competition down though. She earned that spot. Maybe she was planning to usurp Deth'nar of his rule over the material plane. Did he honestly expect anything different. She was a demon after all. Not well known for being truthful. She was going to let him have his fun. Let him do all the hard work first. How he had found out was something she had pondered since chained to this wall. Her plan had made it a short four months, or somewhere around there. He left her in here to wither.The bastard nearly got his wish too. She grew weaker by the day. Now she was moments away from meeting her own demise. That was until Ky heard the sounds above. Something, or someone, had broken down the main door. Destroyed the glyphs and spells warding off any that would try to destroy the minor demon. Ky suddenly had hope of escape.She listened to the battle above, for what seemed like hours. While he was simply a minor demon, mortals would be hard pressed to destroy him alone. The booming voice that joined told her the warriors had the assistance of an archon. "This...could be bad," she said to herself. The archon would destroy anything from the Abyss. Her hopes were dashed, just as fast as they were lifted.********** Deth'nar's fortress grew silent. Indicating he had been defeated. This meant she would soon be seeing the archon herself. Mere moments is all she had now. Beyond the door to her cell, she heard scampering feet. Imps that managed to hide before, were trying to find their way back to the Abyss. They knew their fate just as she did. There was no escape for them though. You needed the means and power to open a door. They possessed none of this. The succubus smiled to herself at their inevitable demise. The archon would leave none behind. Not even herself.Ky could hear the slow and cautious foot steps of two people. They cut down any Imp that cross their path. She found it maddening, the pace in which they moved. "Just hurry if you're going to kill me," she said softly. Watching the door in annoyed anticipation. She could almost hear the ticking of a clock as the seconds passed by.Then they were at her door. Not the celestial being, she could tell by their scent alone. They were of a pure variety. Maybe she could have just a few moments of fun before her end. The door swung open after the bolt clicked. The sound echoing into the stone room. Her head hung on her shoulders. Long white locks cascaded over her ample chest. Black leathery wings laid listless on either side of her. The spaded black tail wrapped around one porcelain hued thigh and calf. Right now she posed no threat. She looked to weak to even move. Given half the chance though she would have drained them of every ounce of energy. Ky watched them approach silently from hooded eyes. Until one decided to leave and find assistance.Leaving the halfling alone. A much easier task to seduce just one. She didn't have the energy to spare on two. "Clearly I am no threat to you halfling. You have found me at quite a disadvantage. Surely, you can put those away" Lifting her head slowly, revealing violet eyes that searched his form. "Why don't you come closer? Let me look upon the strong warrior that brings my end." Raising her hand, she crooked one clawed finger at him. Her face becoming lustful as she continued to speak. "Your companion has left. Don't you want to touch me?" Her tail snaked it's way off her leg. Extending out towards his feet. She just needed him to take two steps closer. "I am too weak to hurt you. You can do whatever you wish with my body." Kylyla extended her innate charming abilities to try and influence the halfling mage's mind, and...nothing happened. He hadn't even resisted her mental influence...somehow it didn't evenhithim! The halfling even had the audacity tosmirkat her for a brief moment. "Sorry, honey. This isn't our first walk around this block. I'm warded." He held up one of his hands holding a humming shell of air to show a large ring on one finger even from where Kylyla was chained up to the doorway, it was big enough she could see the gem set, rune carved band of metal. In fact, while it truthfully was a magic ring, the halfling drew attention to it as a decoyjustin case. Hisactualwarding trinket against Evil magics was actually an amulet on a necklace, tucked and hidden underneath the neck of his purple robe his group really did have experience with fiends, enough that he knew better than to actually give away potential 'vulnerabilities'. "I'll admit we weren't counting on asuccubusbeing here, but wehavedone our homework." The halfling then fell silent again, keeping his magic held within his hand and ready to let loose should it turn out that the succubus was not as secure as she looked. But neither of them were waiting long, as just a moment later, Kylyla couldfeelhis approach...and then, the halfling had to quickly move aside as the being she feared practically glided through the doorway, with a thunderously stern expression on his face.The Celestial was unmistakably an archon to the demon's senses hereekedof Law and Good. Not only was he her enemy on basic principle simply due to their respective existences, but he completely suffused with rigid, uncompromising order, literally radiating a field of menacing presence, repulsive to the being of Chaos. His form was somewhat interesting his human like body stood nearly seven feet tall, towering over the mortals who had come in behind him while giving him a respectful berth. His skin was pale blue beneath an armored chestplate the color of white marble layered on a shoulderless, cut off at the knees bodysuit of white cloth, baring all of his lean but muscularly toned arms and his legs below the knees, to his bare feet that hovered an inch off the ground. Two spread open feather clad wings sprouted from his back, in contrast to the leathery wings of the succubus, and his feathers were a bright red color, the same as the short length swept back hair that adorned his head. Two orbs of solid gold set into his eyes sockets stared intensely at the succubus, while one hand held up a massive sword nearly effortlessly a sword that glinted of gold colored metal and was almost 'two' blades side by side with the gap that ran down the middle, and was surrounded by two ribbons of fire twisting a double helix along the length of the sword. He stood there, sword brandished, but seemed to be...hesitating?Makiel glared at the succubus that inhabited the room for several moments. He felt nothing but battle hate against the 'nude' female chained up at the wall, modesty preserved only by her own long hair spilling down her front and one thigh slightly crossed over her groin. He was more taking in her tail, her wings, her horns...he wanted nothing more than to strike her down then and there, with his sword raised in her direction. But...she was helpless. Not a threat, in the enchanted chains that bound her, keeping her too drained to access most of her own powers. And while shewasa demon, and it was only the chains that kept it from happening, she hadn't actually taken action against them nor been witnessed committing sin. Thus...Makiel slowly blinked. Slowly, he lowered his sword arm. One of the mortals behind him, a warrior clad in shimmering armor, spoke up. "You're...we're not going to kill it?"There was a moment of silence, before the archon answered with a voice that resonated in the air slightly. "...No. We cannot. It has not been met in combat nor sin it does not seek to fight us, and there is no action for which we can punish." The words were steady, but internally, Makiel was fuming. He very much disliked this part of the job. While 'Mercy' was a critical boundary in his calling as an avenger archon, it wasn't supposed to come up very often. Things justhadto getcomplicatedwhen it did. With only a moment's hesitation that betrayed his distaste for his words, Makiel finished with "...It would be wrong of us to execute it out of hand."The halfling's magical nimbuses snuffed out as he turned to look up at the Archon. "But...we can't just let it go. She tried to charm me obviously it didn't work so surely it's donesomethingthat deserves ""Indeed." Makiel said lowly, with his gaze still fixed on Kylyla. "...But even though she attempted to influence you, without witnessing what the outcome would have been, we don'tknowthat for absolute fact." He turned his head to an elf standing with the other three adventurers, who was clad in religious iconography and thumbing a holy symbol in his hand for protection. "Your spell that brought me here will not last much longer, and this lair has been cleared out to enough satisfaction that I trust you to handle any remaining stragglers. With your cooperation, I can amend the conditions in your spell of the return to my home...and through it, I will bring this creature with me. It will face trial before an examination council, where all its sins will be laid bare. Then it will be executed in accordance with proper justice." The archon talked as if Kylyla weren't even there. "Let me hold your icon, I will use it to alter the spell you cast." The elf nodded and held out his holy symbol for Makiel, who reverently took it and started murmuring in the Celestial tongue over it, while said Celestial also turned to watch Kylyla again as he worked, in case she tried anything something that would give him justification to end this farce here and now. Hehopedshe would try something... All Ky wanted, for the moment anyway, was to convince the smug little shit to release her. So she could escape what was coming for her now. Mages were such a bother with their spells though. Her blood almost boiled she was so frustrated. Crushing a small stone that had fallen from one of the walls, she growled. Violet eyes glared at him. Kylyla's tail pulled back with slight whipping sound. "How fortunate you're so well prepared little one." She spoke between gritted teeth. Her tail once more wrapped around her thigh and calf.Ky was about to try provoking him again. But she felt the celestial beings approach, long before the halfling. Cringing against the stone wall when he enter. His presence felt like a massive weight pushing against her. Ky hissed under her breath. Trying to shift herself further away. The chains that bound her didn't allow for much. There was no where to escape. All she could do was wait to be struck down. What a time to find yourself unarmed. She couldn't even go out honorably.Staring and watching him with half lidded eyes. Her teeth bared as if that would help. Frighten this archon away. She was ready. Ready for the sword he brandished to run her through.Why was he taking so long though? He was just staring at her with those golden eyes. Was...was he hesitating? Why would he do that? Even the mortals that brought him questioned the heavenly being. Was he just savoring the moment?A smile spread wide across her lips. Revealing the pointed row of teeth behind them. He couldn't kill her. His laws wouldn't allow it. She had yet to bring harm on the mortal plane. Thanks to Deth'Nar, Kylyla never had the chance to act against a mortal. Her body relaxed a little. Not much however, his presence still weighed heavily on her. Even her attempt at charming the halfling, held no malicious intent. Watching with glee, the looks of sheer disappointment take over the features of the adventurers. They couldn't understand why she still lived. Ky laughed, sagging her weak body against the wall. She didn't even care that they spoke like she wasn't present.The smile left her face quickly. "Wait, your taking me for a trial!?" She asked, suddenly filled with worry. He was taking her to the holy lands to face judgement. They would find anything to persecute her. Her body seemed to dig a little deeper for strength. Pulling against the warded chains. She had to escape, and now. Pushing herself into a crouched position. Black leathery wings lifting from the ground. Now stretching towards the ceiling. He spoke into the holy symbol. "No, wait," with every ounce of strength Ky possessed she pulled harder at the chains. "I have done nothing," her wings pumped twice trying to create lift. The wind they created picking up and throwing debris from the floor.Her violate eyes glowed with anger, staring daggers at the halfling. "If that orc would have stayed instead of you. I could have have charmed his simple brain to free me." She growled the words at the halfling. Then shifted to glare at the orc. "Your little brain would have given into the charms easily. You would have released me."Her wings pumped hard in the almost too small space, five more times. Before she finally couldn't fight anymore. The leathery appendages dropped to the floor. In her crouched position her clawed fingers dug into the ground. Tail whipping like an angry cat. "Fine, they will find me innocent on all counts anyway." She didn't believe her own words. This was just a last ditch effort to make him change his mind. Watching the archon now, as he finished his chant to take him...them to his home. The succubus reacted a few times as Makiel discussed things with the adventurers, but aside from keeping an eye on her to make sure she wasn't actually able to escape or try anything, he ignored her taunts and comments though when she began to beat her wings, he did give her a much sterner look as the adventurers took combat stances, but they all stood where they were and once Kylyla tired out, the relaxed slightly. Makiel didn't know why the succubus had been chained up here, but he wasalmostsad that the enchanted metal seemed up to the task of containing her he would have liked it better if she had broken free and attacked, then he wouldn't have to bother with this anymore.But she did not break free, and when she seemed finally tired out and her tail lashed around, she commented on how she expected the trial to go. Makiel was actually amused enough to audibly scoff, to the slight puzzlement of the mortals around him. He had to give this demon credit, she was brazen. But, moments later, he finished weaving his Celestial power on the elf divine vessel's holy icon. "The alteration is complete. One more moment..." Makiel said as he then looked distantly off into nowhere, squinted his eyes in concentration, and began to move his mouth without making sound for a few seconds. Then he turned his attention back to everyone else. "I will depart with the demon now. Continue your good work, mortals." Makiel said, as he then floated towards the succubus, his toes still an inch off the ground. His unusual sword was held low in one hand and his crimson wings were spread as he came up to the succubus' side. He reached down with his free hand to place it on her shoulder with a none too gentle grip and held his sword in his other hand out horizontally in front of her, as he extended the power of the spell that would take him home around the succubus and her chains. With one final glance at the adventurers, Makiel nodded. "Farewell."Kylyla then felt the rushing, wrenching sensation of planar travel as the scene around her dissolved into a chaotic swirl of color and noise, like the rushing of a tunnel, and then it suddenly allsnappedback into place, revealing that she was now in a new environment...one that she had never seen before, yet could not mistake. The colors were too bright, the marble architecture around her too flawless, and the very essence of Good and Law hung in the air. Surrounding Kylyla and Makiel were several other archons, gold winged and silver skinned, each pointing a heavy glowing spear in a low but readied combat stance at Ky. They were already in position, too unsurprised Makiel must have contacted them somehow.Things were a blur from there as the other archons took custody of Ky off of Makiel's hands. She was escorted quickly into an archon made jail cell a marble room that, when the cell door was closed , appeared to be completely seamless with no opening at all, a cubic hollow inside a single solid stone. There was no source of light in the cell, yet it was somehow illuminated just fine. It was perfectly clean better than Deth'Nar's fortress had been but bare, and any attempt at damaging the stone was fruitless, and all of Kylyla's powers seemed suppressed. She was left there for a few hours before several of the 'guard' archons returned to take her out of the cell. They first clapped a golden bracer on her wrist however, that similar to the cell door appeared to be one single piece of metal once it was closed, with no latch or seam. Once leaving the cell, she could feel the bracer selectively suppressing her mobility and offensive powers, but also any thoughts of trying to damage the bracer, she could feel being compelled to be discarded. From there, Kylyla was taken through a number of hallways, before being brought into what seemed to be an empty, dark room.It was a very strange room, because Kylyla could not actuallyseethrough the darkness like she normally would be able to. And, despite not being able to see its dimensions, itfeltlike it was very large. The only light was from the open doorway from which Kylyla had been escorted in, and the light unnaturally extended forward in a straight path, ending around a simple metal chair, albeit made of gold. Kylyla was placed in the chair, and she found her arms trapped within invisible magic anchoring them to the chair's armrests. The guard archons left, and a few minutes later, she could smell Makiel entering the room as well, until he arrived near her, off to the side. Unnaturally, the illumination around Kylyla extended around Makiel.In the next moment, nine pillars of light appeared in the darkness before Kylyla, arranged in a half circle in front of her. Each one illuminated an archon she hadn't been able to sense them in the dark but now that she could, she could sense that they werepowerful. The archons each stood behind a tall podium, they all wore long, loose, concealing white robes, and they all were wearing masks very odd faceless masks of white and gold, with engravings in sun like patterns, and no openings. The nine archons looked identical, anonymous with the masks and robes."This trial is called to order." A resonating voice said, but it was impossible to tell which archon it came from. It was, however, very clear that the voice was directed at Kylyla."We are the inquisitor archons.""We will examine your history and your deeds, and we will render judgment based on what we find in accordance with Celestial Law.""We do not desire this process to be any longer or more unpleasant than it must be.""Do not attempt to resist us, or you will cause yourself unnecessary pain." There was a moment's pause."Do you have anything to say before we begin?" She hated this part. Traveling through the planes. If she wasn't a demon this would be quite painful, or so she had been told. Only experiencing the unsettling feeling once, when she first traveled with Deth'Nar. Ky was certain she would always hate it. The colors was the worst part of it. It made her sick to her stomach. The next worst part... the sudden stop on arrival. "That is an unpleasant feeling," she complained, not caring if he was listening or not. "And...I really don't like it here. Why is everything so... bright and... good?" She wasn't expecting an answer from him, or the spear wielding archons either. She was only trying to be mildly annoying.Pouting playfully at Makiel when the others took possession of her. "What... I thought we were going to play." She didn't struggle, there really wouldn't be a point to. "Oh, I get it. You're going to let them warm me up for you. I'll see you later then handsome." Giving him a teasing wink. As the others lead her away, her taunting would be averted to them. "Only three at a time okay? That little trip was exhausting." Naturally they said nothing, quite expected though. And she was mildly pissed about her suppressed power. Though it wold help to keep her out of trouble.Shoved into her strange white box. Kylyla sank to the floor of it. She had been putting on a good show. But truth be told, she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out. Deht'Nar had sapped her of almost everything she had. Her antics back in the dungeon cell was the extent of what she had left. Now she would have little time left before her fate was decided. Choosing to est her weary self before they came to get her. Ky had no interest even in trying to destroy her new prison.Hours, or maybe it was days later, Ky wasn't even remotely sure. She was awakened by the opening of the cell door. Hauled to her feet, and clamped in gold bracers. "I honestly don't think you need these, as kinks as they may be." They were meant to suppress her power too. Though with nothing to suppress, they just caused a delicious pain in her body. Set in the chair, she laughed a little. "You are all pretty vein you know? All this gold.... and you call me the sinner."Left alone with not one small response to her taunting. Ky was fairly upset about this. They couldn't even explain their own sin in vanity. Slumping in the chair as the seconds of waiting ticked by. She drooped her head back over the chair, looking into the void of darkness. Then her good friend the archon showed up. "Oh, hey there handsome. I was wond...." she was cut off from finishing what she say.As her judge and jury made their appearance. Faceless, but recognizable none the less. She wouldn't mistake who they were by any means. Ky put a hault to her act, and became very serious. Now was not the time for games. She was smart enough to know that. No demon that she knew of, had left here with their lives intact. "Actually, yes I do have something to say on the matter. Dig down as far as you like. I have done nothing on the mortal plane. You have, nothing, on me." She first gave Makiel a triumphant smile, before returning her attention to the council before her. Makiel could never understand demons like the succubus he had captured...the ones that never seemed to take anything seriously. He had transported her to his home plane, and all she had was some rather suggestive quips to him when he handed her off to the soldiers. The oddest part was that she called himhandsome, however. It had sounded joking, a little sarcastic, but Makiel had trouble wrapping his head around the idea that a Fiend would willingly say such a thing about a Celestial, let alone a demon to an archon. They were absolutely and completely polar opposites to one another in the cosmic scheme, abstract concepts made real, demons and archons were everything that the other despised.So why, as he had gone about his normal duties until being called up for the trial, was her silly attitude stuck in his head?The avenger archon felt much better when he received the summons for the trial. The demon would be nothing but a memory soon. Though of course she had to continue to be silly and falsely flirtatious when he entered the trial room where she was currently held, though she did for once fall silent and stoic as she was faced with the inquisitors.Soon. Just a memory, soon.Though he did have to suppress a scoff which would have been VERY unbecoming in the presence of the inquisitors when she gave her again rather brazen and bold claim to the inquisitors when they finished addressing her.Soon. Then I can get back to my real duties...The inquisitors, meanwhile, were silent for just a few short moments after Kylyla spoke, then "That is for us to determine." One of them said to her. There was another moment's pause, then..."Begin the inquisition."Kylyla then felt nine distinct presences making themselves known at the edges of her mind. They were formidable, inscrutable,vast. They did not smash their way into her mind the way another demon might have, but nor were they taking no for an answer. The nine presences acted as one, each demanding to step over her mental defenses from a different direction and applied stern, painful mental force if resisted. Then they were all inside her mind, and they 'split up' while still acting in perfect coordination as they began scanning through her memories, each presence tackling a different part of her history. They were still prepared to crush any resistance, any sign that Kylyla might try to hide something from them...Kylyla could never have successfully resistedoneof these beings, let alone nine, let alone nine all moving in flawless concert to keep her from being able to put up any counters or blocks. However, while it would never be anything butuncomfortableto have something rooting around inside one's mind, true to the inquisitor's words, they never did use any unnecessary force or cause any genuine pain, so long as Kylyla did not stand in the way of them taking everything they wanted.They moved methodically, meticulously, and efficiently. In under a mere two minutes, they had finished their examination, and Kylyla felt them extracting themselves from her mind. In fact, it was the silence afterwards that took even longer than the examination itself had, though not by too much. They were motionless, completely silent, but gave the sense that they were communicating privately with each other. Finally, and quite abruptly, one of them spoke up."The inquisition is complete.""We have finished our deliberations.""We have arrived at our verdict.""Succubus demon known commonly as 'Kylyla', our judgement is thus:""You are Not Guilty of any crime for which we can claim jurisdiction.""Pardon, exalted inquisitors?" Makiel breathed out in shock that he could not hold back, as his mouth fell open. He took a few steps forward, still off to Kylyla's side but now slightly ahead of where she sat, although the faceless mask inquisitors did not turn their heads towards him. Therehadto be some mistake... "I...surely must not have received your communication correctly just now. I am afraid I heard the verdict of...notguilty...""That is correct, avenger rank." The uniform inquisitor voice replied, though still they all were 'looking' at Kylyla and not Makiel.Makiel could not contain himself. "There...exalted inquisitors, she is a demon, theenemy!Surely there issomething!There must be some mistake, it cannot "Very abruptly, all nine faceless masks turned in perfect sync to 'stare' straight at Makiel instead of Kylyla. "Are you, avenger rank, questioning the decision of the inquisitor rank?" The voice of the inquisitors was still calm, but this time, spoke in averyominously firm tone, a tone that carried with it a threat ofwraththat they hadn't even used with Kylyla.Makiel backed down immediately, taking a step back and bowing as he answered "No, exalted ones." From the angle he was at near Kylyla, she could just make out the frustration in his face from the side. Meanwhile, the masked faces turned back to Kylyla."The subject is an exceptionally young demon.""The subject has only participated in the torment of already damned souls and other Fiends.""We can claim no jurisdiction over that realm.""We cannot punish a subject for what it is, only what it has done.""Avenger rank did incidentally mention a pertinent point.""We cannot punish without cause, but neither can we simply release one who is our enemy.""We decree that the subject is to be kept as a Prisoner of War.""The subject is therefor not to be confined, but is to be under watch at all times and kept in decent condition.""If the subject demonstrates sufficiently cooperative behavior, freedoms may be granted over time.""If the subject commits a punishable crime, subject is to be brought to trial and be judged accordingly.""We decree that, as the one to capture the subject, avenger rank identifier Makiel is to be the subject's guard.""What?!" Makiel couldn't help but ungracefully blurt out, which again instigated the nine inquisitors to all face him again. This...no, this couldn't be happening, thiscouldn't be happening!He was an avenger, this sort of thing wasn't his job, the inquisitors couldn't be serious but they werealwaysserious..."This council has made its decision." The voice of the inquisitors spoke 'at' Makiel, before all their faces turned one last time towards Kylyla...and she felt the invisible bonds holding her arms to the chair vanish, though the golden bracer did not."You are dismissed from this trial." The voice said at Kylyla this time."Do not leave the presence of avenger rank, or termination is authorized."With an emphatically frustrated flap of his crimson wings, Makiel turned and began floating towards the exit of the trial room. Kylyla flinched back a little at the matter of fact way they responded. Like the archon Makiel, clearly they doubted her innocence. She really couldn't blame them she supposed. How often did they come by a demon such as herself? One that had been on the mortal plane as long as she had. Yet never even setting her eyes on anyone with a mortal soul. She should have corrupted more than a handful in that amount of time. Deth'Nar had inadvertently saved her life. The knowledge would have driven him insane. His binding of her so early turns out may be a good thing.The succubus was surprisingly calm in her outward appearance. Ky however was anything but that on the inside. She was raging inside. Her infernal, chaotic blood coursing through her veins had her in a panic. Every fiber of her being screamed for escape. The faceless beings before her intimidated her. How they stared at her without eyes. She worried she may have forgotten something she had done. Would they find a law she broke without knowing? That was not what caused the screaming in her head though. No, it was the agonizing pureness of this plane. The sickening inherent goodness of it. The physical pain told her to fight the bonds. But she wasn't stupid. There was no escape. Only release, or final death.Glancing at the archon Makiel. The cause of her torment and pain. Who knew one so holy and righteous could be so sadistic? He looked relatively pleased with himself. Just as sure as the faceless ones of her guilt. What would he do wen they found nothing? Ky just barely contained the smile that played at her lips.Ky would flinch again when she felt them at the edge of her mind. Instinct told her to resist their advancement. To fight them and push against the intrusion. She had experienced someone in her mind before. Higher ranking demons and devils did so with the intent to harm. Self preservation told her to allow it. This felt different than all the other times. While they made it clear resistance would not be tolerated. They were much more gentle about moving around.In a matter of minutes they were gone. The room taking on an eerie silence. Again they stared at her without eyes. The experience was maddening. They spoke to one another without words. How she knew this was not clear. Why was this taking so long? Why could they not just decide what her fate was to be, and be done with it. Ky's fingers fidgeted with the arm of the chair. Clawed fingers dug and scratched against the smooth golden surface. She still could not decide whom she wanted to focus on. Her judge and jury of nine? Those who would decide if she lived, died, or was returned to her home plane? Or should she focus on the smug, self assured Makiel? Watch his resolve and pride falter. In the end she chose Makiel. At least he was nowhere near disturbing. He had eyes.The nine began to speak. Just as she knew they wouldn't find anything. They did confirm it for the archon with their own words. his smug sureness slipped from his features. Replaced with confused shock. Priceless. The smile she had been holding back broke free. It spread wide across her lips. Revealing the row dagger teeth. "Just as I told you, I never got the chance." Before she could continue, Ky was cut off by his outburst. This seemed to anger the faceless ones. They no longer stared at her. Instead they focused on him and his display of insubordination.Feeling much joy from the anguished and frustrated look on his face. She nearly missed the decision on her sentencing. "I...wait...what," Ky could not form a complete sentence. They could not be serious? But they were, they didn't do not serious. Feeling the release of the bonds. Ky quickly followed Makiel. How far could she get from him without consequences? They did not elaborate."Hey Handsome, you're not going anywhere without me." She only glanced back at the nine once. "What do they mean by you are my guard?" Her own wings hung low. The tips dragging on the floor. The spaded tail wrapped around her thigh as usual. "I need this explained in simpler terms. Not in the words of the high and mighty." Reaching out Ky grabbed his wrist to stop his advancement. As Kylyla hurried out of the room and glanced back at the nine inquisitors, all illuminated by their pillars of light...the pillars of light went out, and with it, they all vanished from Kylyla's ability to sense them entirely, vanished. Likely they had all teleported, and with the coordination they had already shown, it probably wasn't too surprising.Still a little unnerving, though.*****Makiel's thoughts were a chaotic storm, and this was a state the Lawful archon was very unaccustomed to. This didn't make any sense! None! She was a demon, shehadto have done something wrong! But the inquisitors were very elevated in the archon's hierarchy, and they did not make mistakes like that... Begrudgingly, Makiel's thoughts turned to the times he had been called up to the Ministry of Temperance. He was an avenger archon, it was his job to slay the enemies of the heavens, but even for an avenger he was called up many times, more often than most other avengers. And here he was, wishing he could slay a demon, when his betters were telling him otherwise.Ugh. This must be some punishment or test suggested by them, surely...He thought to himself, still with a grousing expression as he floated along.He heard the demon's voice from behind him, but did not acknowledge it, he just continued floating along, feet still hovering an inch from the ground. However, when he felt her grab his wrist, he did stop and turn his head towards her with a glare.She dares?!He thought bitterly, as he opened his mouth, as if he were about to snap at her, but then stopped, closed his mouth and his eyes, and took a deep breath.I mustn't get called up to the Ministry again. I mustn't get called up again. I mustn't...He thought to try and calm himself, before opening his eyes again. He was forced to look at her,reallylook at her, for the first time since coming across her at the fortress. She was still naked, of course, with only her long hair going down her front and her tail curved around her waist, crossed over her groin, and spiraling down her thigh to give her any semblance of modesty which, ironically, due to being so revealing but hiding 'just enough', made her look evenmoreprovocative than if she had simply paraded around openly nude without a care. Shedidlook especially shapely and attractive...and in truth, Outsiders in general weren't allthatdifferent from mortals when you got down to their daily lives and motivations just that Outsiders were more dedicated to whatever cosmic ideal spawned them.Case in point, even Makiel couldn't deny her comeliness...but he would never admit that, he would never see anything but his enemy...never. Yet, he was still responsible for her now. He exhaled his deep breath in a resigned sigh as he looked at her. "They meant...well, exactly what you yourself just said. I'm not going anywhere without you now. Anywhere I go, I must take you with me. I am responsible for your behavior, as well. Though if you commit some punishable act, you yourselfwillbe dealt with accordingly as stated, but, it also reflects uponmeand my efforts to..." He made another sigh, a small one, but one that indicated he didn't quite believe the idea any more that she would, "...reformyou." He paused for a moment before the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. "That said, my failure to reform you would be only a temporary embarrassment to myself, whereas on the other hand I would at least be rid of you for good. I would be net pleased if you would end this joke of a situation for me. Preferably sooner than later." He said, with a touch of smugness in his voice.After a moment, he then looked away. "As for right now, well, now I am to visit the armorer to get a bracer of my own to link to yours and indicate our situation. Then I suppose I will take you to my dwelling, and...well, I'll have to figure things out from there." He said, not bothering to hide the resignation to the future in his tone.

['Makiel', 'Nar', 'Deth']

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Senju Revival (Sausage-Sama x Trapcest)

Prem Goldenstar is the name given to test subject SS56. Grown artificially in a lab by Orochimaru using the latest genetic techniques in collaboration with some other rogue scientists, he was designed to be the perfect host. His DNA incorporates some of the finest Shinobi and Kekkei Genkai Orochimaru could get his hands on, however his baseline DNA was stolen from the third Raikage, and then mixed with a sample of Tsunade Senjus. After that was done Orochimaru managed to add a gene for Magnet release specifically Rasas, which allows him to control Gold Dust. When he was born Orochimaru and other scientists attempted to use a super soldier serum on the him, in hopes it would work better than previous shinobi they had tried it on. However, it had disastrous effects, as it ended up stunting his height massively so he could not grow to his full potential leaving him extremely short at 4 foot 6. One of the effects did work however which made his bones extremely strong, and his muscles 4 times as dense than a normal human. The boy was rescued when Orochimaru turned traitor, and was raised by Danzo with the special permission of the third Hokage who felt Tsunade was not fit to raise a child, more specifically her child.These events took place a few years ago since then he had ben given his own genin team who were barely 3 years younger than himself, Uzumaki Naruto son of the late fourth Hokage, Uchiha Sasuke one of the last surviving members of the Uchiha clan since the massacare, and some merchants daughter Haruno Sakura. Prem decidded to pick up Sasuke for his training personally today rather than wait with the rest of his team for him, mostly because he wanted to try and fuck the boys mother. Knocking on the door he waited for an answer. "lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" Mikoto sighed as she heard the knock at the door, she knew what this was, that it was going to be Sasuke's new Jounin teacher. She'd known this day was coming but that didn't mean she had wanted it to come quite so quickly. After everything that happened a few years ago she'd rather hoped that perhaps Sasuke would shun the life of a ninja, but instead the opposite had happened and he'd instead just become even more determined. Now he was going through his things for the dozenth time that morning, making sure he had absolutely everything he could possibly need, along with things he would never expect to need. That was a lesson Mikoto had taught him well at least, to always expect the unexpected, to prepare for things that you couldn't prepare for.As for who'd be taking over the duty of teaching Sasuke, Mikoto didn't really know much about him. She knew the Jounin was young, barely a few years older than Sasuke himself, so clearly he was skilled. Beyond that though, all she knew was that the boy had seemingly just appeared in the village one day and had been taken in and raised by Danzo, one of the village elders who was well known for keeping secrets. Well, no way to put this off any longer, and while Sasuke was still getting ready she could at least meet the man to whom she was going to entrust the life of her son.Opening the door Mikoto blinked as she thought there was nobody there at first, until she glanced down and saw the short boy standing before her. "Oh! Oh you must be Prem, right? You're here for Sasuke? Well, he's still just getting his things ready, why don't you come in and wait inside?" The woman smiled and stepped aside, holding the door open for him.

['Sasuke', 'Rasas', 'Uzumaki', 'Sakura', 'Shinobi', 'Prem', 'Tsunade', 'Senjus', 'Raikage', 'Orochimaru', 'Naruto', 'Goldenstar', 'Danzo', 'Uchiha']

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RoosterTeeth: Number One Fan (RoleplayMaster x Andromedus)

Curtis stared out the plane window as he descended into Austin, Texas. It was hard to believe he was here, after living in a small Australian town for the entirety of his life. It all started four weeks ago, with the death of his parents. It happened in a car accident where the young man of fifteen was driving, and a car out of nowhere crashed into him, killing both of his parents instantly, and leaving the boy with a broken arm. It was a horrific tragedy, leaving the boy all alone.This whole event sent the boy into a deep depression. Fortunately, watching Youtube videos from the channel 'RoosterTeeth' did help him see brighter days, and he expressed his gratitude on the RoosterTeeth forums. To his surprise, a few days later, he received an email from one of the RoosterTeeth employees, offering a trip to Texas for an internship. With nothing left for him at home, he accepted, and found himself on a plane.As the wheels touched the landing strip, Curtis Smith was finally in Austin. His body shaking with nerves, he grabbed his luggage and left the airport, sitting on a bench outside as he waited for his ride. All he knew was that a RT employee would be picking him up, and he had no clue who it would be. His mind wondered off, thinking of what his job would be, and his accommodations. Would everyone be as nice as they appear on screen? He was staring blankly at the tree nearby, not noticing the woman walking up to him, trying to get his attention. When Meg had heard of the boys story she was heartbroken. He had not only been hurt himself in the accident but he lost both his parents also. To put it lightly she spent the night in tears. After some time of watching the content she and the other members of Rooster Teeth created she was somehow put into contact with the boy named Curtis and they began talking a lot. She felt drawn to him in a weird way and so she kept up the talking, until one day she offered him an internship at RT.After what seemed like forever the day finally came though and Meg was supposed to pick the boy up from the airport. Of course she was running late though as she lost track of time while creating a new cosplay. She threw on a tank top that she didn t notice was slightly too small and some tight leggings and hurried to the airport.When she arrived, she spotted Curtis on a bench and waved as she walked towards him to get his attention. Curtis' eyes eventually found Meg, walking towards him. It took a moment to recognise her. Through no fault of her own, of course. Just his eyes had fallen just below her face, first admiring this 'stranger's' body. The tight clothing perfectly showed off her modelling curves, so much so that when he finally saw her face, we was a little embarrassed to realise who he had been ogling. Sure, he had admired her body in the past, but not when she stood in front of him.Standing up, the boy approached, hoping she hadn't noticed his wandering eyes. "Hey... Um... I'm Curtis" The boy said awkwardly, offering a hand. The boy was not too confident or proficient in social interaction, something he would definitely need to work on. However, it was tough to see if this was a normal thing or something that could be linked to his likely depression, thanks to the accident. Meg smiled warmly as she approached Curtis, hoping to make him feel more comfortable as it was obvious he was shy. She took his hand in hers gently and shook it. My names Meg she said happily as she bent over to get eye level with him. Unintentionally this gave him an amazing view down her shirt into her boobs that were practically falling out. I m here to take you to the RT studio but first I can take you to your new home so you can get settled in? She questioned looking at him. We were gonna get you your own place but there was a mess up with the paper work, so for now if it s okay with you, I d love to have you stay with me at my place? I live alone and the house is big enough for us. She said hoping this didn t upset him. She gave the unnecessary introduction, the fan giving her a shy smile as he tried his best to ignore the cleavage on full display to him right now. Swallowing deeply, he could feel his jeans tightening as his erection grew. Hopefully it wouldn't be too obvious.Nodding at their plan for the day, the boy was clearly surprised at the housing arrangements. While he doubted he would be living alone, he never thought he'd be living with a female employee, let alone Meg Turney. "U Uh, yeah. That's fine." Curtis said, after a moment to process what she had told him. "I don't want to be a burden though, so let me know if I need to move out at some point." He added quickly, not wanting to overstay his welcome. Meg noticed the boy was being extra nervous all of the sudden though she wasn t sure why until she glanced down and saw something growing in his pants. Her face turned red but she just smiled. Here let me take your bags I parked just over here, come on She said taking his suitcase and rolling it beside her as she walked, which gave Curtis an amazing view of her ass in the tight leggings.Soon though they were at her car though and she but the bag in the trunk and they were on their way to Meg s house. The boy's eyes followed hers, blushing too when she noticed his natural reaction to her semi exposed chest. She played it off though, which made sense being a cosplay model, she had likely seen her share of aroused fans. Curtis allowed Meg to take one of his bags, him opting to take the heavier one as he followed her. Once again, his eyes fell lower than they should have, finding her swaying butt. He had always thought Meg's breasts were her best feature, but that was only because her ass was never on display. Now it would be hard to decide which he liked more... not that he should be thinking that way about his new room mate."So are you sure that it's not a problem, me living with you?" He asked the older woman as they began to drive off. Oh there s no problem at all don t worry! Meg said happily as she was driving the two back to her house. Like I said there is more than enough space, you ll even get your own room right next to mine she said cheerfully.Within no time they pulled up into Megs driveway. Here we are, home sweet Home she said smiling at Curtis. She got out and took the bag she originally carried and led Curtis in. She gave him the basic tour of the house before they came to his room. It was an optimistic sign that she was so cheery through the whole ordeal. With his constant pessimistic thoughts, he needed all the positive feelings possible. "Wow, that sounds great." He smiled.Once the tour was over, he placed his bags on his bed and turned to face her. "So what's the plan? Are we staying here or going to work, or what's up?" He asked.

['Smith']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9439/

[Resident Evil]Under Wesker's Control(xMILENKOx+Anjeru)

The only thing that Jill could think was that they had to stop Wesker, that they had to do it now. If they didn't, he would only go on to create more problems using Umbrella's Legacy as his tool. That is why she was willing to risk her life and as her and her partner, Chris Redfield, bore down upon Wesker after he had just killed Spencer in his home. Her form charged his and the next thing she knew, she and Wesker shattered the window and fell together off the very steep cliffside. Somewhere in the midst, she had lost consciousness but with the knowledge that she had stopped Wesker at last. Least, that is what she had thought. It was sometime later, she didn't know how long, that she regained consciousness. She felt horrible, sick even, and she was in some sort of holding cell. Her thoughts went back to Chris and to Wesker and she vaguely wondered if she were dead. Jill couldn't move, but could make out loud noises around her, voices, making out something about... a device? Jill wasn't able to dwell upon their words for long, because it was then that two men came into the cell and shot her up with a need full of god knows what. She grew lightheaded, then dizzy, and proceeded to fall back into the blackness of drug induced sleep. Little did she know that when she woke, she would have no control of who she was anymore, her last thought of her partner, Chris. Unkowning to Jill she was on a ship. After she and Wesker fell from the cliffside they had been washed out to sea. Though this was to Wesker's advantage. With his inhuman strength he took hold of Jill and dragged her unconcous body through a stormy sea untill they reached his Ship. Wesker had since been working with Tricell who had gave him this ship along with everything he needed for his trip to Kijuju. Once on board he had Jill taken to the ships lab to be fitted with an experimental dead. Standing over Jill were two scientists dressed in surgical outfits who were busy fitting the devise. They had stripped and washed her before they began to work on her."Be carefull with that Wesker wants her alive!.."One of the scientisits shouted at the other whom was being abit careless with his work."You saw what he did to Eric!..."The scientist added reminding his freind of the fate of one of their peers whom acidently distroyed part of the Las Plagas shipment. The man, Eric was thrown around the room like a rag doll before suffering a devastateing trumour to his chest thanks to a stomp from Wesker's boot. From the comfort of ships bridge Wesker watched the surgery take place on a monitor. Around him the ships crew were busy going about their dutys. Smileing sadistically Wesker watched his the device was fitted to his foe's chest. The thought of the power he would have over her filling him with pleasure."Soon Jill your body will be mine!.."Wesker muttered to himself as he continued to watch the sergury take place. Soon though it was complete and the scientists tidyied up before leaveing. Locking the door behind them just incase. As they left the room Wesker entered. Makeing his way to the cell where Jill was he stood at the window that looked in at her and awaited her to wake up. Jill slept through her drug induced coma like slumber fitfully. Tossing and writhing among the covers of her poorly taken care of cell bed. She was sweating, her body having trouble accepting and adjusting to the device that Wesker had ordered to be installed into her chest. Her body was trying to reject it, knowing it was something that wasn't supposed to be, but it was winning. And when she woke, she wouldn't have any control of her body as soon as Wesker ordered her for the first time. She was unaware of this and had no idea what she was in store for. She had fitful dreams of the night they had come upon Wesker in Spencer's home. Of falling off the cliff and of never seeing Chris again. Was she dead? Trapped in purgatory for some sin she was unaware that she commited? Where was she? Where was Chris? Jill moaned and stirred on the mattress, hands gripping at it as slowly her eyes fluttered. She found her blurry vision looking upon the closed off cell and she vaguely remembered people drugging her earlier. Her pulse racing, she tried to sit up and felt a strange weight on her chest, fingers sliding up to feel at it. "What the...?" Wesker watched in amusement as Jill got acquanted with the new adission to her body. Watching her through a magic mirror window where he could see her but she would only see her reflection Wesker's left index finger pushed the intacom button. Suddenly with a buzz his voice began to echo around the cell."Ah Jill how nice of your to join us, I hope you dont mind I had a little modification made to your body. I do hope you dont mind?"Wesker asked sinisterly knowing full well if the device was working she wouldnt be able to say no to his question. then with another push of button the glass that devided them became clear allowing Jill to see Wesker. The voice that she heard after the intercom buzzed caused anger and dread to bubble in the pit of her stomach so, she wasn't dead...and neither was Wesker. She had failed in the mission to stop him and from what she could tell, given the cell she was in, she was his prisoner. Especially after what he said. Jill went to say that she did mind, but...the words wouldn't come out. In fact, all she said was, "I don't mind," which almost made her want to scream. She couldn't even do that. What the hell was wrong with her? Then Wesker came into her view and she openly did her best to glare at him. Hands groped along her thighs, looking for gun holsters, but coming up empty she knew she would, but she always checked on instinct. Wesker deserved death, the things he had done deserved retribution. She ground her teeth as she tried to sit all the way up, looking at him. "Wesker...What did you do to me?" "O, what have I done?... Well Jill, I've had a little alteration made to your body. I hope you like it, after all it is a state of the art technology. Think of it as a gift from myself and Tri Cell for all your hard work!.."Wesker replied in a sinister and sarcastic tone. His eyes scanned over her naked body through the glass. His black shades hideing his eyes as he watched her."Now for a little test drive... Jill press your breasts against the glass!"Wesker ordered, he stood ready to enjoy the sight and the power he had over her. Male crew members in the room soon forgetting there dutys to stand behind Wesker and watch Jill or watch her over the security camera monitors. "What the hell are you talking about?!" Jill snapped before he gave his order. When he spoke again, she scoffed inwardly and wanted to laugh. She would never do that, especially not for Wesker. It was bad enough she was naked and had nothing to cover herself with. Jill went to speak again, but found that she couldn't. Her legs uncurled from under her and she climbed up off the bed, walking to the 'window' that Wesker was standing behind. She did exactly as he said, pushing her breasts against the two way glass. She was mortified! What the fuck was she doing?! Jill didn't want to do this, so why was she? Oh god, it had to be the device, it had to be! Fear began to settle into the pit of her stomache and her hands pressed against the glass, though she made no move after that. She tried her best to glare at him to try and cover the panic she was beginning to feel, her eyes narrowed a slight behind messy strands of her sweat dampened hair. "O come on Jill do try to smile, o and while your doing that how about you play with yourself! O and please keep your breasts where they are..."Wesker ordered with a grin. He enjoyed the sight and he reached over to a set of controls and turned down the rooms temperature, hopeing to give her a chill. He waited patiantly for her to do as she was told as he watched her nipples harder against the cold glass. Jill really wanted to scream at him, curse him, and do anything except what he was telling her to do. However, her body responded exactly as he commanded, a small smile curling across her lips. The cooling temp of the room caused her nipples to pebble against the cold glass, her body shivering slightly. Her right hand slid down to body and buried itself between her legs, fingers obiediantly playing with her pussy. Fingers stroked across her clit, before burying themselves inside of her hot core. Her thumb eased and rubbed across her clit, making her cry out against her will. She was screaming inside, not wanting to do this, but she couldn't make herself stop and to her greatest shame, her body responded, her pussy growing wet around her fingers. Wesker watched happily as Jill did as she was told. Now he wanted to do more, Looking over his shoulder he signaled one of the security guards."Join her..."Wesker ordered the guard whom wasted no time in fear of Wesker entered the cell. Now standing behind Jill was a man with a large build clad in a black combat uniform and gasmask simmilar to the Umbrella Special forces."Now Jill, turn to your new companion... I want you to get down on your knees and remove that man's cock from his pants and put it in your mouth and please him!"Wesker ordered Jill eagar to make her do all kinds of depraived things. She heard the cell open and one of Wesker's men come into the room with her. Panic began to spread inside of her again and she desperately tried her best to avoid doing what he told her. She fought against it as best as she could, but soon she found herself on her knees before the man, her fingers nimbly opening the front of his pants and digging his cock out. It sprung free and she inwardly cringed, nausea building up. Nothing happened though and soon her fingers wrapped around the base of the man's cock, beginning to stroke him expertly. Her mouth soon followed suit, lips and tongue working on the rounded head before her lips parted and slid over, encompassing the large cock in the warmth of her mouth. Inwardly, she cursed Wesker and vowed to get him back when she could. Wesker watched with a sadistic grin as Jill followed his orders as expected. The guard stood enjoying the moment as he looked down at Jill through the eye holes of his gasmask. With his MP5 Sub Machine Gun hanging via a strap which hung from his right shoulder. his heavy breathing being aplified by the gasmask's filters. Wesker turned to another guard whom he simply motioned to join the other guard. Soon a second guard joined Jill, standing beside her the second guard pulled out his cock."Now Jill, dont let your other new freind get left out.."Wesker ordered to Jill once more as he simply watched her. Enjoying watching her at work. Jill made a noise as she continued her assualt on the first man's cock. Her free hand lifted and wrapped around the second man's cock, beginning to stroke it in time with the one she was sucking so expertly on. Lifting her head, she switched to the other, sucking it down almost eagerly. Tongue darting out to dance upon it widly. She then began switching between the two, noises coming forth as protest, though she couldn't seem to disobey Wesker's order. What one she wasn't sucking on, was being caressed by her skilled hand, her head and hands bobbing as she went to fufill the order. Tears built up in her eyes, of disgust and frustration. Damn you Wesker, damn you to hell!!

['Redfield', 'Umbrella', 'Wesker']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9440/

Truely Left For Dead [Raziel & Lunar]

It's been only a couple of days since the invasion, no more room in hell. The dead walk the earth. It seems that everyone was dead, or more so the living dead in the city where she lived. The day was ending, the worst time of day was growing near and the heart in her chest beat faster and faster. Amazed that she had managed to stay alive for this long, with no help. She had often carried her radio with her, trying to call out to see if anyone was truely alive or if she would fight the fight until they had surrounded her. The bright sun slowly set down below the clouds and towards the horizon, creating a bright orange and red to shine across the sky.Her nimble fingers moved, running along the butt and shaft of her shotgun along the table. Her other hand fingering the shells, waiting to take a headshot.Zoey was her name, a young woman in her mid twenties. Standing at 5'6'', her hair a dark chocolate brown and her eyes a deep brown. Blue jeans hugged her hips, a white tank top and red jacket. Her black and white sneakers upon her feet. Her hair was pulled up into a messy pony tail. Though her eyes slowly drifted up as she could see the light slowly dimming and leaving the room as night took over. Her eyes closed and she breathed in as she could hear them, moaning..searching for her. Needing her blood, anything to make her one of them.She was use to the sounds of the Hunters, the smokers and the oh so fuckin' wonderful boomer. Though she gasped, her hand grasping the shaft of her shotgun just as the floor shook. What in the world? Swallowing, she stood up, pushing the shells into her pocket as she held tight and moved over to the window, looking out of it. The ground shook once more, but now more frequently, the sound of.. yelling.. groaning. Doors crashing down, her heart beat faster until it almost froze as she looked to the left and saw something.. something she wasn't even sure it was. Huge, had to be at least eight or nine feet tall. Muscles, body bigger than it's head and it looked deadly. She wouldn't have minded if it was just as stupid as the zombies but the sight of it ripping the door down and running into the building. She cried out and breathed in.. this had to be it. Seeing the zombies, following it in she turned sharply on her heel and exited the room. Reaching the stairwell just as she turned to see the mutated zombie standing at the other end. Once more she turned and ran down the stairs. Hearing the loud thumps of each footsteps, the yelling. Reaching the end she burst out of the building.Her right foot hitting the ground for a mere second before something hit her. Her body flew from the ground a few feet over as she skidded along it. Turning over as it had reached her just as she left the building and slamming her with it's hands. She gasped and crawled back. "Help!" She cried out, hoping that, that cry would get what she needed as she could almost see her life flash before her eyes. The infection started spreading 2 weeks ago, and it only bloomed outwards from there. Almost everyone was one of those... things. Zombies, if you will. Though, they didn't move like zombies. they were fast as hell, and instead of moaning all the time, they tended to scream and make other sounds. But not all of them were so easy to take care of. Hunters pounced from distances, pinning one down. Smokers would Grab you with their tongue, constricting you while others came and beat you to death. The big Boomers would throw up on you. While that was disgusting enough, it would bring in huge amounts of those infects with it. Something that not very many people liked. But Francis was fine with it. He was practically going around hunting the zeds. He had been lucky, finding a second handgun and a better shotgun as he went through the city. Biker shirt and a white tee under that, black pants on his legs with boots hiding under them. His hair was short, arms bare so they couldn't be grabbed, he was going down the street when he heard the screams, heard the angered yells of the Tank. He rushed forward, around the building and saw them, the woman being knocked back and the Tank following in its blind rage. Francis charged forward, putting the shotgun at point blank range and emptying the barrel of all ten shells, making the Tank fall. The Infected that were kicking the girl he took out with his pistols, reloading quickly as he moved over to her. "You look like hell." He remarked as he helped her back on her feet. Zoey's eyes widened in horror, seeing the things oversized hands lifting up in curled balls ready to slam down onto her, crushing her. But she jumped at the sudden sound of a shot gun going off. The Tanks body jolting and turning swiftly as each shell sunk deep into it's body and head. Just as it fell her eyes once more peered up to see the horde jumping over it's now completely dead body and surrounding her, screaming out as their hands and feet met her body. Kicking, grabbing, trying to bite. Though soon everything ended, her body curled up into a tight ball. The screaming dispersed and all she heard was the sound of a deep voice, her head lifting as she looked over to see a man.. a live human before her.Zoey's eyes closed and she fell back onto the ground as she breathed in relief. Her hand gratefully taking his as she stood up, "Thanks.." She said and dusted herself off and she breathed in, catching her breath from all of the running and excitement. "What the hell was that thing?" She asked and looked over to him, "I've never seen it before." She shook her head wildly as she stepped back. Her eyes peering over it from a distance and her head turned to look towards the man. "It's a Tank. I've only seen a handful of them around." He said, loading his shotgun up and looking around. "Hey, lets get inside. It's too vulnerable out here." He led her back in the house, sweeping the lower floors before heading upstairs, finding a good metal door to hid behind. Go figure the room was a bedroom, but it would give them enough protection to sit down and breathe, being that there were no windows in there. After finishing pushing a dresser in front of the door, he turned to her, brushing his hands off. "The name's Francis. And yours?" He took a moment to look her over, before moving to a nearby chair. He was a little winded from running around, but his breath had came back fast. Nodding her head she turned, following him into a nearby building. Covering is back as they moved into a room and helped him push a dresser in front of the door. Turning to see it was a bedroom, at least they both could sit down on something comfortable. She leaned against the dresser for a moment and her hands touched her face, rubbing her eyes and she looked back up to him as he introduced himself."Ah, I'm Zoey." She said and gave a light smile and ran her hands along her pants, getting what dirt she could off of them before moving towards the bed and sitting down onto the edge of it. Enjoying the mattress enveloping her body for a moment as they rested. "So do you know of anyone else that is.. alive?" She asked and looked over to him. He shook his head slowly at her question. "Everyone is infected, from what I had saw. I found someone alive, but they turned soon after, had to put him down. Been destroying a ton of those things, but they just keep coming. Damn Smoker nearly got me the other day." He rubbed his eyes, putting his weapons on the ground to be able to stretch out on the chair somewhat. "You're the only survivor I have found that wasn't infected or dead." Not that he minded, he would get out of the city eventually, didn't matter if he was alone or not. But more people meant a greater chance of survival. "Well, It's a good thing I found you when I did, or you would be among the dead right about now, huh?" She shook her head, she had been in the same situation with the hunter. Surprised she had even killed him with the one shot but she had managed. Though she breathed in, her heart speeding up just as she remembered the Tank above her. "I know. Thank you so much. I owe you." She said and nodded her head as she stood up, setting her weapons down as well. She didn't have as much as him but it was fine.Holding her pistol in her hand she stood up as she moved to a door in the bedroom, opening it after she had cocked it and shown her flashlight in, to make sure there was nothing in there. She saw it was a bathroom, flipping open the small mirror cabinet as her fingers fumbled through finding pain pills and a very small aid pack up in the corner. Stitches for cuts and bandages to stop bleeding. "We'll need these." she said and tossed them onto the bed after shutting the door behind her and she rubbed her eyes. He saw her toss the pain pills and medpack from the bathroom, pulling his own off his back and tossing it to the floor. "Yeah, those will be useful eventually." He said, as he looked over her. He wasn't thinking about cashing in anything that she could give him. That could wait until they were safety. But that could take days... He heard gurgling from outside the door, belches and groans passing by the door. He kept silent, hands grabbing his shotgun before the gurgling went away. Apparently it headed downstairs. He put the gun down and turned to Zoey. "You owe me? What can I get with that?" She stopped at the sound though it went away and she breathed in, setting her things down onto the bed as she crawled onto it again and her eyes turned, meeting his and she cocked her head to the side before shrugging. "I don't know, anything I guess. If I find another medpak and there is only one.. I'll give it to you?" She said softly, "Or if I find extra weapons let you have them." She shrugged once more as her pistol was uncocked and set onto the bed.She knew they'd have to wait the zombies out for a bit tonight anyways before they could head back out and on their way. Sure it may not be fully clear but it would be better than it was just before they got there. He shook his head slowly. "I won't need extra weapons or equipment. The only thing I need to find is a pipe bomb, just in case. Otherwise, I wont need anything." He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. He hadn't slept too well as of late, having to find rooms that were well guarded, and those were hard to find. But, he dealt with it. He opened his eye halfway, looking over Zoey, seeing her body get more and more delectable by the moment. But he kpet his cool. Didn't need her running into a swarm because she thought him a creep. "All right, but seriously. If you need anything, doesn't matter if it's not weapons or equipment." She shrugged, watching him close his eyes and lean back into the chair and she sighed softly. He was quite handsome and she shook her head, they were the only ones alive, not wounded or even close to being dead. She knew that something might happen, especially with them being male and female. She set her things down off of the bed and laid down onto it as her head rested onto the pillow."Lay down, Francis. It's more comfortable here if we're going to rest." She nodded and cocked her brow. His eyes opened again, seeing her lay down, hearing what sounded like a half offer. He hated half offers, knowing they could be bait to something. But her request to lay down made him burn up a little more, and he stood. But he bit his lip lightly. "I... I'll be in the bathroom for a bit." He moved to the bathroom, closing the door and checking it. Damn, the lock was gone from it. Ah well. He sat himself on the toilet after closing the lid and he pushed his pants and boxers down. She already made him hard, and his hand wrapped around him, slowly pumping. She looked to him and watched as he left to teh bathroom, the door shutting and she sighed a bit. Her head rested back down onto the pillow and her eyes closed as she waited. Not sure why she was waiting for him to return, maybe to feel as if she was safe with him there. Which.. she did feel like she was safe when he was now around.Though hearing the lid close.. she cocked her brow and rolled over. Shouldn't the lid be lifting, not closing. What was he doing.. was he okay? Just.. sitting on the toilet? Thinking? She sat up, wondering why he was just sitting on the lid.. or so she thought. Though she waited a bit, before going to investigate to see what was going on with him. His eyes were closed, not that it mattered too much in the dark bathroom. He was leaning back against the toilet back, his hand slowly pumping. He didn't hear anything out of the ordinary, not her movement, not the bed, not even the door as it opened. It seemed he didn't notice a thing and her flashlight came up to aim right at his hand pumping his shaft and she gasped out just as the light rose up to his face a bit. "Francis.. what..the hell are you doing?" She asked and swallowed, surprised, embarrassed and yet at the same time oddly aroused by the site and she felt her knees go a little weak and just in her loins slowly growing warm and she blushed at the sight still. The flashlight shone on him, and his eyes opened up right away, head turning to her and his hands covering himself immediately, pulling his pants up. "Nothing." He said gruffly, closing the door enough so she couldn't see after pushing her back a little bit and pulling his pants up, doing them up before leaving the room. He didn't say a word, beelining for his chair and sitting, laying back some. She cocked her brow and she turned as she watched him, if he was just going to the bathroom.. it would have stunk in there and two his pants wouldn't be holding a bulge just under them. "Come on.." She said and moved to the bed as she crawled onto it, sitting on her knees. "We need our rest." She said and she nodded with a smile, though rest wasn't fully on her mind. She had a feeling she knew what he was doing and it kind of...aroused her. She stayed knelt on the bed before she moved, unbuttoning them and sliding them down and kicking them off. She usually slept naked, but this was as close as she was going to get naked if they were just resting and.. it might help him act on what he wants.. "Yeah, rest." Francis said, and he stood slowly. He shook the rest of the weapons off him, moving the auto shotgun in arms reach of where he was going to lay down. He moved to lay on the edge of the bed, before pulling his pants off and peeling his jacket off, throwing them to where he was keeping his stuff. He was on his side, facing away from her, because he still had the big tent in the front of his pants. She laid down and watched him through the dark, the bed moving as he faced away from her and she sighed a bit. She hadn't had sex for a while now and she wouldn't be surprised if they were the last two people alive. And why the hell was she thinking about sex anyways? She closed her eyes,he was handsome, strong, they'd be great fighting partners during this invasion. Her eyes opened once more and she bit her lip, she scooted over a bit to where her chest was almost touching his back but her hand lifted up slowly and hovered over his hip before moving down in front of him as her arm rested on his hip and side and her hand.. through his boxers..stroked him. He hadn't been paying too much attention to what was going on around him, his mind going blank as he was going into thought. But soon he felt her hand on his boxers, and he let out a soft moan. "Oh, Zoey, that feels good." He rolled onto his back to make it easier for her. She smiled softly as he rolled over and she looked to him, scooting closer to him. Her hand staying on his boxers before they moved up slowly to his stomach and then back down under his boxers. To rest against his shaft, before wrapping around it as she began to squeeze him, her hand stroking up and down. She leaned over as her lips pressed against his shoulder and chest softly. "Good.." She whispered. Her hand tightened on him, and he moaned softly as he felt it, his hips pushing up into her hand as she slowly stroked him. "Zoey..." His hands moved, his body turning slightly to face her. His hand moved to slide slowly up her shirt, cupping her breasts lightly through her bra before pushing it up, enjoying her soft mounds. She smiled and bit her bottom lip just as she breathed in sharply, "Francis." She whispered as she slid closer to him and she gave a soft moan as his hand cupped her breast. She leaned up as her lips pressed against his cheek and chin softly before moving down to his neck as her teeth trailed down his neck. He tilted his head for her, letting her get more access to his neck. "Mmm..." One of his hands slid down, fingers gently stroking over her panties, finding her core and stroking it through the thin material. Zoey moved a bit and she gasped lightly into his neck as her legs spread at the sudden feel of his fingers stroking her through her panties. Growing warm slowly and her hand began to pump up and down his shaft harder and faster, her teeth lightly biting down onto his neck. He let out a soft gasp of his own when he felt her bite and her hand pumping harder. His fingers rubbed faster, pressing more against her before he moved his hand up, sliding it back down into her panties. His fingers slowly stroked over her core's lips. Zoey arched her back and she trembled against him, "Touch me." She said and moved her hips up against his hand, wanting to feel his fingers in her. She bit her bottom lip and rolled onto her back as well as her fingers grabbed her panties and pushed them down, kicking her legs and getting them off as she spread her legs wide. His hand retreated for a moment as her hands moved to take her panties off, his hands removing his boxers as well before rolling onto his side next to her. "Of course." His hand went back down to her core, fingers stroking over her, but soon they spread her lips, a finger finding her cit and rubbing it slowly. She breathed in sharply as she felt his finger brushing over her clit and her lips found his neck, attacking it with soft bites and licks just as her hands found his hardened member. Squeezing and rubbing it as she began to pump her fingers up and down slowly. His breathing had turned heavy, feeling her fingers grip and pump his member as his finger rubbed her clit. It sped up, rubbing it faster now, wanting to give her as much pleasure as he was able to. She panted, turning her head as her face pressed into his neck more and she whimpered. Her thighs quivering as her back arched, her hand squeezing him harder and she moaned out. Her walls tightening as he rubbed her clit harder. His member slid out of her hand easily as he moved to be blanketing her body, now positioned between her legs and rubbing his hard length against her core. "Tell me you want it." He said in a deep voice. His finger pulled away and so did his shaft from her hand, "I want it. I want you." She gasped, her breasts heaving up and down as her legs were spread against his hips and her head turned to the side as she moved her hips up to rub against his head. He smiled as he heard her, felt her hips arc up to rub against the head, and he obliged by slowly sliding into her, inch by swollen inch to fill her on the inside. He moaned softly, pleased by her hot, tight grip. She cried out, biting her bottom lip as his head and shaft slowly slid into her. Stretching her apart, breathing out and she moaned lightly. Her eyes opened and she looked up to him, her hands on his back as she pulled him down close to her. Leaning up as her lips found his and she moaned into his mouth, she needed him now. He smiled as he heard her moan, felt her lips against his, and he returned it with one of his own. His teeth gently nipped her lip before his hands came up, removing his jacked before taking off his shirt. His slows then went on, first slowly, then getting faster by the minute. She moved, helping him pull his shirt and jacket off of him and tossing it to the side. Gasping as he bit her lip back and she leaned up, her hips pushing back up against his as they collided slowly. His every movement was gentle, making sure he didn't hurt her accidentally. But soon, he was thrusting faster, pushing deep in her folds, and he moaned against her lips, kissing her with a passion he showed very rarely. She felt the passionate kiss and she leaned up deeper into it, feeling his head now what seemed like slamming into her and she panted. Her hot folds, welcoming him inside of her as her hands rested on his back. Her eyes closed and her lips deepened the kiss, tilting her head up as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hips moving to meet his every thrust.

['Zoey']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/94427/

Huntress Harem (Potter-kun and Andro)

Michael had just left the office of Ozpin and was walking down the hall towards his new dorm. Michael himself was a second year student at Beacon, a tall boy with short brown hair, hazel eyes and glasses. He was near the top of his class at Beacon and had Ozpin's trust. The headmaster had told him that a new first year team was full of talented young huntresses but also mentioned how they were likely to cause trouble and needed to be watched after. Thus it was that Ozipin was assigning him to the team, even though that would make him the only male. Ozpin, after all was never one to consider gender in such things. He had been told that the team had been told to expect him, wither or not that was true though, he was getting ready to find out.He arrived at the room he had been told to go to and knocked on the door. "Excuse me, it's Michael...your new roommate." He called out before opening the door, not really sure if any of them were even here at the moment, or how much explaining he might have to do, but he was ready for it. He had heard a lot about the girls on the RWBY team, they were all amazing from the stories he had heard. He was eager to work with them and train with them. Yang had just gotten out of the shower when she heard knocking at the door and she was planning on opening the door but then she heard it was her new roommate and she sighed and made her way over to the door in just her towel, not wanting to keep them waiting.She opened the door and blushed when she saw it was a boy. She had heard she was getting a new teammate but she wasn t sure the gender. Oh hey umm yeah I m Yang, you re in the right place she said letting him in the room. All the others are out for a while but I ll be here. She said with a red face When Yang opened the door, he was expecting to see a beautiful girl, he had seen RWBY in action and thought all of the girls were beautiful and cute in their own way. What he didn't expect was a completely naked Yang, wrapped in nothing but a towel. He couldn't help but stare for a moment before rapidly shaking his head, escaping his stupor as he offered her a small smile, his face as red as a tomato."Ah. Nice to meet you, Yang. I'm Michael...I look forward to working with you!" He tried to chuckle as he walked in, the door closing behind him as he gulped. He could feel his cock starting to harden in his trousers, a clearly visible and large bulge in his trousers. He looked around the room, trying to look anywhere but at Yang and her beautiful body. "So....where is my bed and where should I drop my bag?" He asked, trying to sound as calm and natural as possible. It s a pleasure to meet you Michael, I m excited to see what you can do! She said excitedly. Oh well this room here is kind of our activity room, we usually all just hang out in here but the rooms are this way follow me. She said leading him to the room they all shared as a bedroom. You can have this bed here she said jesturing to the last empty bed. And you can unpack all your stuff here. She said bending over to open the storage chest at the foot of his bed. When she stood back up her towel that was folded together fell off completely unknown to her. Michael followed Yang to the bedroom. Since he was safely behind her, his eyes were firmly glued on her curves and especially her lovely ass which was just peeking out from underneath the towel. So entranced was he that he didn't realize Yang had stopped moving before it was too late. Off came the towel, exposing all over her lovely back side and bubbly ass to him. He tried to stop his walk, but he tripped himself up and tumbled forward.He taught he was going to hit the ground, but instead, his face pressed against something firm and soft, and his hands, which had reached out to brace himself, found themselves instead planted on something soft and squeezeable, and squeeze he did, feeling what happened to be Yang's breasts molding underneath his digits as his face was pressed against her back and his by now massive bulge in his pants rubbing up firmly against her ass."Ah, Yang! Sorry, are you alright?" He asked, very his face now as red as could be...but he didn't find himself wanting to pull back either. If she told him to he certainly would, but another squeeze of his hands, her breasts just felt so lovely in his hands. Yang let out a yelp as Michael tripped behind her and onto her. At first she was unsure of what had happened after, she felt something really big and hard and still growing on her ass and she felt hands wrapped around her huge tits. Oh um yeah I m fine are you alright? She asked her face now bright red as she figured out what was happening. She let him squeeze her boobs more though and even pressed her ass back into his bulge in order to see how big it really was. She didn t move up or tell him to move though When Michael noticed Yang not moving away or punching him, but instead rubbing her ass back against his massive bulge, he decided to go ahead and take things to the next level. He squeezed her breasts again, moving his fingers towards her perky nipples as he began to rub and tug at her rosy buds. As he did this, he began to plant hot kisses up the back and side of her neck, stopping to nibble and suckle on her earlobe gently.His other hand moved towards her ass, giving it a nice spank, groping her jiggling flesh for just a few moments before moving forward and beginning to rub at her labia before seeking out her clitoris as he began to rub and tug on her most sensitive nub, eager to see how Yang would react to his sudden advances. Yang let out a moan as he squeezed her boobs, this moan only got louder when he started squeezing her nipples which got perky from the attention they were recieving. The kisses along her neck were only serving to turn her on further.Once he slapped her ass she let out a yelp of pleasure and moaned loudly as his fingers found her clit. She spread her legs open eager for a lot more than just some fingers.Yang had never taken a cock before but she was completely sure she wanted this one in her right now. Michael chuckled slightly as he heard Yang moan and felt her spread her legs open. He plunged two of his fingers knuckle deep into her quivering and waiting pussy, pumping them in and out of her rapidly as his thumb brushed up against her clitoris as he moved his kisses up to her cheek. His fingers continued to toy with her nipple, rubbing and squeezing the now hardened nub to give her even more pleasure."What do you want, Yang....tell me?" Michael asked gruffly as his lips neared her own, licking his lips in eagerness and with hunger and lust in his eyes. He wanted to hear her answer first, to hear her beg for him and his cock before taking the kiss he wanted so badly and all the while his massive bulge was rubbing against her as, letting her know just how ready he was for her. Yang moaned loudly as he plunged two fingers deep into her right pussy and continued moaning in pure pleasure. She tilted her head towards his so her lips were just against his. I want your cock! She said need obvious in her voice. She then leaned forward and kissed him passionately and hungrily. Her tongue looking for permission to mingle with his. Michael's lips eagerly parted as he kissed Yang back with just as much passion and desire. His tongue lashed at her own and swirled around it, pushing her tongue back into her mouth so his own tongue could explore and still battle and thrash around with her own. He added a third finger to the other two that were already in her pussy, pushing them in and out rapidly and even more deeply as he gave her breast another loving and rough squeeze.He pulled his lips away from her own, his drool dripping down for her to drink as he licked her lips. "That's not good enough, Yang....beg for it...beg for it like the slutty girl you are!" He laughed as he twisted her nipple he pushed his fingers as deeply as he could into her. yang moaned into those kiss as he pushed another finger inside her, stretching her even wider than before. She was pleasantly surprised at how much he was taking control of her.When he pulled away she was almost sad but soon she was licking her lips eagerly taking his saliva into her own mouth. Please Michael please!! Yang begged loudly. Fill me with your cock! She pleaded Michael spanked her ass he undid his trousers to expose his massive cock. He slapped it up against her rear before pressing his bulbous tip up against her entrance. "That's a good slut...I suppose I'll reward you with what you want then!" He a violent thrust, he slammed his cock into her pussy, his girth spread her wide open as he let out a loud moan and adjust to her tight, but he started to push more and more of his cock into her and soon, his tip was pressing up against her cervix."How is it, Yang...how do you like my cock inside you?" He asked with a small chuckle, his cock throbbing inside her as he spanked her ass against and squeezed one of her breasts roughly.

['Ozpin']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/94498/

Tear down the stars for you (Krystal x Blakkat)

Yugi fell to his knees. Atem.. he muttered as the tears started to fall and his breathing started to get heavy. He had just won against the best friend he had ever had. He was clutching his cards and duel disk as he began to break further. He now knew he could handle himself, but he didn t want Atem to go. It was written all over his face as he wiped away his tears.Atem walked over, kneeling down next to Yugi and hugging him. It s going to be okay, Aibou. I ll still be with you.. here. He pressed a finger to Yugi s chest, his smile soft but sad. He helped the smaller and younger boy up, squeezing his hand in comfort before he walks up to the doors, holding the Egyptian god cards up to the eye, stating what Marik and Ishizu had told him to. He held in a breath, wondering what was about to happen. Now that Zorc was properly locked away, and Ryou was seemingly fine again, he could finally rest.There was a bright flash of tricolor light. Everyone covered their eyes, surprised to now see 3 tall men in front of them. The tallest in all blue smiled faintly an spoke. Great Pharaoh Atem, we are the three Egyptian gods, obelisk, Slifer and Rah. We thank you greatly for locking away the evil of Zorc, but we feel you ve been robbed of truly living. As such, we have decided that you are able to stay here in this world, as your own person. The afterlife you are also being granted will be there waiting for you. For now, we wish that you fulfill the desires you never got to. All 3 gods snapped their fingers and Atem became solid once more. No longer did he carry Yugi s light skin, but his own lovely auburn brown skin tone.Seto blinked as he watched all this unfold. While the billionaire was still a major sceptic, his heart beat a little faster at the thought that Atem was here to stay, and that he had another chance to not only duel the pharaoh. Even though he acted as if Atem was merely his rival, he actually held high respect for him and considered him a friend. Serenity watched in awe at what happened. She was glad that Atem would get to stay after all. Silently, she looked around the room at the whole group, smiling a bit at Yugi. It was when her gaze landed on Seto that her heart skipped a beat.Atem looked over himself for a moment before turning to Yugi first. "Looks like I'm not going anywhere after all, Aibou." The pharaoh chuckled before nodding to Seto in a silent understanding. His gaze landed on where the twins stood and his smile grew. He held a hand out to the blue haired twin. "You made it." Krystal breathed a sigh of relief, grinning widely. She was so glad that she didn't have to lose her Atem. She looked around the room, locking eyes with him. She shook his hand, kissing his knuckles, pleased to know she now could. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world, spike." She replied, smiling affectionately at him.Seto looked around, seeing his life long friend Krystal and a woman he'd only seen vaguely in his dreams and in that crazy millenium world. He wondered about her, feeling his heart skip a beat a long ago memory resurfaced. "Serenity.."Mokuba blinks. "Big brother?" He had heard. Atem looked at Krystal affectionately, lifting his hand to gently caress her cheek before softly kissing her lips now that he finally could again.Serenity bit her lip nervously as Seto called her name. She walked closer to him. "Seth..." Krystal kissed him back happily, pulling him closer on instinct. Her eyes closed slowly and a happy sigh escaped her at finally feeling complete again.Seto took a few steps closer to her. He smiles faintly. They call me Seto Kaiba now.. are you still serenity, princess? He tilts his head, offering a hand to her.Ishizu sighs to her brother Marik. Finally.. we are done Atem pulled her closer on instinct as well, pouring his heart into the kiss.Serenity blushed as she gently put her hand in his. "Hai. Serenity Tsukino now."Yugi looked between the two couples before looking to the others. "Is anyone else as confused as me, right now?"Marik sighed. "Finally. I was beginning to think Serenity and Seth would never reunite." He muttered. Krystal kissed him back as deeply, squeezing his butt playfully and giggling a little. She grins into the kiss.Seto smiles faintly and kisses her hand. I like it. I ve missed you, moon goddess. Ishizu nodded. Indeed, brother. Joey looked at yugi. Yeah yug. Very confused. Can you help explain, Marik? Atem growled playfully as he pulled back and teasingly nipped her ear."I missed you too my love." Serenity smiled as she leaned up to kiss Seto.Marik looked at the others. "What you're currently seeing is the final piece of the past beginning to right itself. These two ladies are Princess Serenity and Princess Krystal of the long fallen Moon Kingdom of the Silver Millennium. " Krystal giggled a bit an nipped his neck in return. She was teasing him.Seto pulled her close and kissed her back.Joey blinks. There was a kingdom on the moon? Atem nuzzled her neck. "Later, love." He knew they needed to be more focused on the others for the time being.Serenity held the kiss a little longer and snuggled into his arms.Marik nodded. "More than just the moon. All the planets of the solar system. So as the Pharaoh was protected by guardians on Earth, so were the twin princesses protected on the moon by their own set that included the princesses of the other planets. Alas, the Moon Kingdom was attacked by a great evil not long before Zorc attacked Egypt." Krystal nods. Of course Atem. Just teasing. She grins.Seto held her close, finally feeling right and complete.Joey blinked. Whoa.. you hear that Yug? A kingdom on the moon! Yugi sweatdropped. "Yeah Joey, we heard."Marik sighed. "Because of the fall of the moon kingdom and the Pharaoh being locked away, these four lost the happiness that rebirth and fate have returned to them. It was no accident, Yugi, that you were the one who was able to solve the puzzle."Serenity smiled before noticing Mokuba. "So, you're Seto's little brother?" Joey thought a moment. Why do I feel like i m missing something.. like a memory far away.. he looked more pensive then any of his friends had ever seen.Krystal spoke. Joey, when we return to Japan, there s a shrine you just have to see. She grins at both Atem and serenity.Seto held serenity close.Mokuba smiles. oh, uh, yes! I m mokuba! Atem chuckled. "Do the senshi even know you two are here?" He asked Krys quietly.Serenity smiled. "A pleasure to meet you Mokuba. I'm Serenity. He hasn't annoyed you too much, has he?" She giggled. Krystal shook her head. "No, they think we're in Texas visiting our mother. Which is half true." She shrugs.Mokuba smiles widely. "No, seto's the best big brother in the world!!" Atem chuckled. "Well then it would be best to put Joey in front at the shrine." He whispered as he thought of the fire senshi.Serenity grinned. "Good. Just let me know if he annoys you." She winked. Krystal nods at Atem. My thoughts exactly. Mokuba nods. Will do! He grinsJoey looked at them. Am I missing somthin Atem? Atem chuckled. "It's so good to have you back."Serenity grinned before looking to Krys. "Hey, Penguin. How about we all go somewhere to eat so we can all be more comfortable while we talk? Think you can get us private reservations some where last minute? So we can really get these guys up to speed before we get back around the girls again." Krystal kisses Atem. You too, spike. Joey grins. Food!! Krystal chuckles and turns to her sister. Sure. She pulls out her phone and uses it to get reservations at the best eatery in Cairo. Done. I want schwarma, bunny. Serenity groaned . "I'm gonna get the good captain for introducing you to that, Penguin." Krystal shrugs. What, it s good? And it was actually tony not Steve. She chuckles. Serenity raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Cause they both told me it was Steve." Serenity shrugged. "Eh. I'm due into New York next week to do final fittings on a client's dress. So I'll get them both then." She took Seto's hand and Mokuba's as well and started for the exit. "Y'all better catch up or I'll eat everything. " she called back to the others teasingly Krystal nods. Fair enough. She felt kinda bad for Tony and Steve now.Seto and mokuba follow her. Wanna join me in the jet, sere? If mokuba doesn t mind riding with yugi and them. Mokuba shrugs. S fine big bro. Krystal laughs again, taking atems hand and practically dragging him to the entrance of the tomb. Serenity giggled. "Really?" She looked to Mokuba. "You sure?"Yugi chuckled and followed after them, catching up quick to Atem and Krys. "So just what do you and Serenity do, Krystal?" Mokuba nods. Sure. I don t get to see yugi much. Up until now, big bro kinda hated him cause of his rivalrybwith Atem. Krystal shrugs. Well, i m the third in the world ranked duelist, but I also have a multi million dollar fashion design empire. Kobayashi designs. Bunny designs wedding dresses. She smiles. Serenity smiled and let go of Mokuba's hand. "Well go on ahead then. I won't stop you."Yugi's eyes widened. "Sounds like you both are really busy most of the time."As they got nearer to the exit, Serenity froze, having sensed something evil coming. "Of all the damn times..." she muttered as she clutched her brooch. She quickly kissed Seto's cheek and let go of his hand before running towards the exit. "Penguin! We're up!" She called as she henshined into Sailor Cosmos mid run. Mokuba nods. Okay! Krystal shrugs. Sometimes Seto bit his lip. Careful, moon goddess!! Krystal sensed it to. Mother fucker... even here?! She transformed into shadow cosmos in front of Atem and friends, taking off in a run. Serenity glanced to Krystal. "We really shouldn't be surprised. They pretty much follow us everywhere. "By the time the two senshi got outside, there were two huge youma that looked to be based off of crocodiles in appearance with the only visual differences being the size and the youma could walk."One for each of us." Serenity muttered before taking to a run towards the one closest to her and sending a fire based attack from her staff Krystal sighs. You re unfourtunately right. She follows her sister, at taking the one closest to her with a lightning based attack. The youma Serenity was fighting snapped at her, with her jumping out of the way barely in time. She then sent another attack that was more of sharp energy at it.The one Krystal was fighting attempted to knock her off her feet with its tail.Yugi watched the twins in awe. Krystal dodged the monster easily, poising her scepter at it. She yelled out cosmic shadow storm!! She pointed it straight at the monster. The one Serenity was fighting attempted to snap at her again. She dodged it and pointed her staff at it. "Cosmic Revolution!"Both youma roared as they were destroyed by the attacks Krystal let out a sigh. Ugh, fucking Youma. She floated down from where she d been flying. Atem, chaos told me to tell you that you re late. The spirit in question floated next to her, arms crossed.Seto blinked. That was.. amazing bunny.. Atem looked at her in confusion. "How am I late? I've been standing here waiting in case you two needed help."Serenity blushed as she walked back over to Seto. "Thanks." She transformed. "Swear youma act like lost stray puppies." She chuckled Krystal shrugs as she detransforms. Dunno. Probably has something to with the 5 millennium of reincarnations you didn t show up in. You know how salty he can get. Seto nods. Of course bunny. He smirks. Wheeler s like that in a duel the look on his face showed for once, he was actually just teasing.Mokuba laughed. He was just joking Joey. Joey made a face the blinks. Kaiba jokes? Atem chuckled. "Well according to Marik, I showed up on time thanks to Yugi. And I'm not even going to try to understand how you got so many reincarnations. "Serenity giggled. "Same person you always were." She overheard Atem. "I don't know how she got so many either!" Krystal shrugs. Ask Anubis. He did it. She honestly didn t know either. My favorites were ancient China the most recent where I met Steve in the 40 s and probably... hmm.. ancient Egypt again. I wasn t there for Seth s reign, but I was there for Neferteri s. She shrugs.Seto blinks. Still a lot to process... Joey and mokuba just blinked. "Probably didn't want you to be bored, Penguin." Serenity answered before looking back to Seto and shrugging. "Imagine how I was at 14 having to process being a teen hero and a reincarnated princess."Yugi blinked. "Guess there's the end of dull moments." He joked. Krystal shrugs. Probably. Nubi knows what I like. I hope he comes to see me soon. I miss my dog headed friend. Seto nods. That must ve been hard. Was Krys with you? I know she came to domino high.. we ve been friends since we were children. Her father did a lot of business with my adoptive one. Krystal laughs. True yugi. Serenity shook her head at Seto's question. "No. I went to Juuban. At least it was during that time that I'd started finding the other senshi. Krys and I got reunited during those years when she'd come visit."Yugi shook his head. "I believe we have reservations somewhere to get to?" Seto nods. Perhaps we could have met sooner then.. Krystal nods. That we do. Let s go. Serenity shrugged. "Perhaps. But what's done is done." At hearing Krys confirm the reservations, Serenity's stomach growled causing the blonde to blush. Krystal smiles. Wanna just teleport, bunny? "If you'd offered that option before those youma, I would've been all for it. But the initial way of getting there is fine with me." Serenity smiled even as she slightly leaned against Seto for minor support. "Plus, that way Mokuba and Yugi can hangout together on the way." Krystal nods. Okay bunny. Mokuba grins. Yeah! Atem looked to Krys. "So lead the way. Clearly Sere and Seto will meet us all there."Serenity grinned before looking to Seto. "So let's go." Krystal nods. She kisses Atem gently. We need to get back 8n the cars, Atem. Seto kissed her gently, pressing a button on a key and a giant blue eyes jet descends from the sky. Hop in my princess. Atem kissed her. "It's mainly determining who Yugi and Mokuba are gonna ride with since they're a package deal for this trip." He jokedSerenity watched the jet descend in awe. "It's gorgeous. " Krystal nods. Fair enough. Yugi, you probably don t wanna ride with Atem and I. She laughs.Seto preens at that. I designed the jet myself.. Yugi made a face. "Gonna be that lovey in there huh? Does the car have autopilot at least?"Serenity giggled as she got in the jet. "Come on lover boy." Krystal chuckles, zapping up her car. "It does indeed, Yugi. Haruka installed it for me. Come atem."Seto nods, hopping into the jet. Atem chuckled and went to Krys' car while the others got in their car again.Serenity smiled and settled for the flight. Krystal got in the driver's side, starting her car.Seto revved the engine before he took off into the sky. Yugi gave a thumbs up out the window of the other car to show they were ready.Serenity grinned as he revved the engine. "So how fast does it really go?" Krystal nods, taking off.Seto chuckles. I see Haru Chan has gotten to you again. He thinks a moment highest I clocked it was 1500mph. Atem leaned over and kissed her neck. "I hope the others can keep up alright."Serenity playfully stuck her tongue out. "Well, knowing her came in handy when I was running late for school and my love for speed just stuck after that. She gave me a customized motorcycle that she built for my 18tb birthday" Krystal kissed his lips and chuckles. Gonna have to be fast. Seto nods. Sounds awesome. Can t wait to see it. Atem chuckled. "Of course."Serenity smiled and kissed his cheek. "You'll love it." Krystal shrugs. Haru Chan rubs off on you. She chuckles, zooming off.Seto nods. Bet I will. Atem nodded. "How did she not end up a cop? She would've been very efficient in catching criminals."Serenity smirked. "Can it go into autopilot?" Krystal shrugs. Ruka said driving race cars was her calling. Seto blushes to the smirk. Yeah. Of course. Atem kissed her neck again. "Fair enough. Well at least it's an alternate option."Serenity nipped his ear. "Good. Set it that way." Krystal nods. True it is. Seto let out a soft moan. Okay bunny.. he set it to autopilot. Atem sucked on her neck teasingly while rubbing his hand on her thigh.Serenity grinned and straddled Seto before kissing him deeply Krystal let out a little moan. Tease. She pouted.Seto kisses her back as deeply, letting out a surprised moan. Atem chuckled darkly against her neck. "Making promises." He moved his hand from her thigh to between her legs, undoing her pants just enough to slide his fingers in to rub her pussy.Serenity ran her fingers through his hair as she nipped at his ear and neck. Krystal let out a low moan. Mm.. fuck yeah.. when we get to our penthouse it s on like donkey Kong. She giggles, moaning.Seto ran a hand down her back, moaning softly. Atem nipped her neck and continued to rub her pussy, sliding one finger inside her. "Mmm, so tight." He growled in approval as he worked to make her cum, wanting to do it before they get to the restaurantSerenity let out a soft moan as she bucked her hips against him. This was gonna be one day where she was extremely happy that she wore a skirt. Krystal let out a low moan. She blushed. "Probably cause.. Its been while.." she wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but she hadn't had anyone since Blake when they were teenagers.Seto was starting to harden under her, moaning louder and kissing her deeply. Atem worked his fingers expertly to reach his goal to make her cum. "Well, let's at least get you one orgasm now and more after dinner. "Serenity moaned into the kiss and continued bucking her hips against him, feeling herself getting wet. She guided one of his hands under her skirt so he could feel what he was doing to her, while her other hand moved to stroke his cock. Krystal blushed and moans. "Ohhh yessss! Atem!" she was getting close.Seto let's out a low moan, feeling how wet she is. He runs his hand down her panties pressing a finger in. Atem moved his finger faster, adding a second one. "That's right love, cum for me."Serenity moaned as she felt his finger press in. "Please...Seto..." she pleaded, needing him to make her cum, even as she continued stroking him. Krystal moans, eyes closing in pleasure. She kicked in the autopilot. "Atem!" She shouted, shuddering as she comes.Seto added a second finger and began to scissor serenity open kissing her deeply as he tried to make her cum. Atem sucked on her neck and teased her clit to stretch her orgasm as long as possible.Serenity moaned and bucked. "Seto." She purred as she rode his fingers Krystal moaned. She came again with a shout.Seto moans and adding a third finger. Atem chuckled and slowly pulled his fingers out and away. He brought them to his lips and licked his fingers clean slowlySerenity gasped before crying out as she came Krystal let out a low moan. That was hot. Seto came too. Atem smirked and kissed her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."Serenity panted as she kissed Seto deeply. "I don't know about you, but I think I've figured what I want for dessert tonight. " Krystal smiles. Always, spike. Seto panted. He grins. Definitely, moon goddess. Atem smiled softly. "How much further to the restaurant?"Serenity smiled and gave him a quick peck before laying against him. Not much further, Atem. A few miles. Krystal kisses him softly.Seto snuggles her, kissing her back. "Good." Atem glanced back quickly to make sure the others were following them alright still.Serenity kissed all over his face. "I missed you so much." Krystal smiles. Yeah.. Seto blushes. I missed you too. Atem smiled and nuzzled her neckSerenity giggled. "You're cute when you blush." Krystal kisses his head. I missed you so much Atem.. it hurt so much.. to see you in yugi.. and for you not to know me.. Seto blushes deeper. Bunny! "I'm sorry Krys." Atem sighed. "Honestly I think a part of me knew. I don't think my heart ever forgot you. But why would it give me false hope if I was expecting to go on to the afterlife in the end? Makes sense that it remained locked."Serenity giggled. "Well you do." She kissed his nose. " Krystal kisses him gently. It s okay Atem. It s in the past now... Seto pouts. I m supposed to be a big man, bunny. Atem kisses her back with a smile. "You're right. We have a wonderful future together to look forward to."Serenity chuckled. "And you still are." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "As long as I'm the only one that makes you blush." She teased. "I'll behave and not make you blush when we're not alone. Well unless I decide to get you riled up from delicious imagery of things to look forward to after a long day at work." Krystal nods. We have Marik to look forward too, too. Seto nods, of course bunny. Atem nodded. "I was counting him within that future."Serenity smiled. "There we go then." Krystal nods. "Atem... do you want to be king again?"Seto nods. "Yes." Atem sighed. "I do. But at the same time Egypt has changed since I ruled."Serenity ran her fingers through his hair to soothe him. Krystal nods. "You are the only surviving heir to the throne.. once we get your papers all put together.. ishizu and Marikins are already on it, you could.. become Pharoah once again.. they need a ruler again, Atem.."Seto almost purred to the touch. He was si touch starved. Atem looked at her. "It's easy to just say they need a ruler again. But do they actually need a ruler again? Do they want to have a ruler again?"Serenity noticed his reactions to her touch. "Oh sweetheart. What sort of childhood did you have this time?" Krystal nods. "A good point dearest. We'll see how it goes." She kisses him.Seto sighs. "It was wonderful.. until mine and mokuba's parents died in a car crash, our aunt and uncle stole our inheritance, shipped us to an orphanage, where we were adopted by the abusive Gozoburo Kaiba." He sighs Atem nodded. "I refuse to force it on them."Serenity gasped as she listened. "Oh I'm so sorry you both went through so much." She thought for a moment. "You took more of it for Mokuba's sake, didn't you?" Krystal nods. So do I. If they want you, we ll take the throne. If not, we ll help them how we can. She smiles.Seto nods. I wasn t going to let mokuba get hurt. He was only 4 when our parents died. Atem smiled. "That'll work."Serenity smiled. "No wonder he clearly holds you in high regard. You've earned it." She kissed him softly. "I'll do my best to make sure you never want for affection again." Krystal nods. I thought so. Seto kisses her back. Thanks bunny. Atem kissed her. "Either way, I'll be fine because i have you once more. "Serenity smiled. "Any time my love." Krystal nods. Agreed my love. Seto kisses her. I love you, moon goddess. "How long did it take you and Sere to reunite?" Atem asked curiously"And I love you." Serenity answered Krystal shrugs. We were separated at birth, and our parents divorced. I didn t meet her again until I came to domino high when I was 14. I d already had my powers 3 years by then. They surfaced when my best friend Eyes was murdered protecting me. Chaos and Rah stepped in and explained everything. Seto grinned at that and kissed her. Aten listened to her story. "That's quite rough."Serenity giggled and kissed him again. Krystal nods softly. Yeah, it was. Seto kissed her back happily. Atem kissed her and took her hand in his, rubbing soft circles on the back.Serenity cuddled against him once more. Krystal kissed him back with a smile.Seto held her close Atem smiled. "It'll be nice to experience things in my own body again."Serenity sighed. "Seto?" Krystal nodded. "I can imagine."Seto tilted his head. "Yeah bunny?" Atem looked out the window. "Don't get me wrong, Yugi is like a little brother to me. But it was frustrating knowing I was only borrowing his body."Serenity bit her lip nervously. "There's something you should know. Do you remember that annoying prince from Elysion?" Krystal nods. "I can imagine that would be trying, yes."Seto snorted. "Endymion? Yeah, unfourtunately. What's up?" Atem nodded and sighed. "But better overall than being trapped in the puzzle "Serenity sighed. "Well, for a time I actually dated him when I didn't really know better. And....he wasn't exactly kind." Krystal nods. Definitely. Seto frowns. Do I need to kill him? Atem smiled and kissed her hand.Serenity bit her lip. "Honestly, I'd say it's a good part of the reason Krys pulled me away. To get me away from him a bit and so she didn't kill him. But...I don't think I've seen the end of him yet. So you might end up doing so eventually. " Krystal smiles back.Seto nods. Knowing Krys, it most likely was. She never really liked nor trusted Endymion. She tried, but it always backfired on her. I will gladly kill him when the time comes. Atem nuzzled her and nipped her neck. "Are we there yet?" He jokedSerenity nodded. "I don't doubt that you would. But I wanted you to know in case we ever encountered him just the two of us. He's kinda possessive and the last thing I'd want would be for you to think I'm playing with your heart." Krystal chuckles. Just parking now, love. Seto nods. He always was like that. But I may have something up my sleeve. Atem grinned sheepishly. "Well, I have the excuse of not knowing distance."Serenity sighed in relief. "As much as I want to know, it might be better that I don't know." Krystal kisses him. Of course spike. Seto chuckles. Oh, no, moon goddess. Not like that. It s not about bakaprince. Atem kissed her backSerenity giggled. "Even so, Haruka says I need to curb my curiosity just a bit before it gets me into trouble." Krystal snuggled into Atem.Seto kissed her. Or just be more careful. Being curious is good. Atem kissed her forehead. "Let's go before Sere's and Joey's stomachs get ahead of us." He chuckled.Serenity grinned. "I didn't say I'd stop being curious completely. Just enough to where I can be more careful." She kissed him. "Let's go. I'm hungry. And you need the energy too. Your bunny is even more so of one behind closed doors." She winked Krystal nods. Yeah. Good idea. She gets out of the car.Seto nods. Fair enough. He stands, tucking himself in. I m ready. Atem gets out of the car to see the others and waves.Serenity straightened her skirt. "And how are we supposed to get down? Or did we la d and I didn't notice?" Krystal takes Atem s hand and walks over. Gomenasai, mina. I have not properly introduced myself. I am Krystal Kobayashi, 3rd in the world duelist. She smiles.Seto chuckles. We landed. Yugi, Joey and Mokuba all introduce themselves as well.Serenity scowled and nipped his lower lip. "You're mine later, Kaiba." She murmured before she left the jet. Krystal smiles. Pleased to meet you. Mokuba, why are you introducing yourself? I ve known you since you were 5. She snorts.Seto blinks. Uh.. Okay? Mokuba shrugged. "So I didn't get left out. Why'd you take so long to bring your sister to my big brother?"Serenity happened to hear Mokuba's question and smiled softly. "Long story there Mokuba." Krystal nods. A very long story indeed, Mokuba. But all is as it should be now. Serenity nodded. "It's alright now." She glanced to the jet. "Come on Seto!" She called out before properly introducing herself to Yugi and Joey Seto hopped off the jet and followed sere. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck.Krystal smiles and leans into Atem. Let s go eat, everyone! Serenity blushed when Seto kissed her neck. "Tease." She murmured.Atem nodded. "Definitely. " He held out his arm to Krystal to escort her inside Seto chuckles lowly. You love it. Krystal happily took his hand and followed him. Serenity smirked. "Marking your territory?" She teased.Atem chuckled as they walked in together, with Yugi, Joey and Mokuba following Seto grins. Absolutely. Krystal smiles. It s good to see seto so happy. Don t you think, Atem? Serenity rolled her eyes and pulled away to head inside for food.Atem nodded. "It is. He deserves it." Seto followed like a lost puppy dragon.Krystal nods. Definitely. His childhood was fucked up. Serenity noticed and giggled softlyAtem nodded. "I'm sure. I don't need the details. I can just see the difference in him." Krystal nods. I m sure he will tell you when he s ready, spike. Seto smiles at her. Atem shook his head. "I'm perfectly fine not knowing."Serenity grabs his hand just as the restaurant hostess shows them to their table. Seto kisses her knuckles, following the hostess.Krystal nods. Fair enough love. She follows the hostess too. Serenity blushed when he kissed her knuckles. She also glanced around and saw multiple women looking at their significant others expectantly, causing her to giggle. "Now you're just showing off, Dragon." She hadn't missed that even some of the guys in the restaurant had recognized Seto.The hostess sets all the menus down at their seats and informs the group that their server would be along shortly.Atem pulls out a chair for Krystal Seto smirks. "You know I enjoy showing off." He pulls out her chair for her.Krystal kisses stem softly before sitting. "Thank you atem." Serenity giggles. "I do. Now I'm just a little scared for whatever trick you have up your sleeve." She kisses his cheek before sitting. "Thank you. "Atem chuckles and sits next to her."How come they get their seats pulled out for them? Joey spoke up in annoyed confusion."Because that's how you're supposed to treat a woman." M9okuba explained."If you're that jealous, i can always design a dress for you and arrange for you to get your hair and nails done." Serenity snswered before glancing at Krys. "Think Mai will help?" Seto chuckles. "Don't worry love. You're gonna love it."Krystal chuckles, kissing cheek. She looks at sere. "Oh definately. Mai loves doing stuff like that. You'll look good as a girl." Serenity grinned. "Is more showing off involved?" She teasedJoey started protestingAtem chucked, having no intention to let Joey know that Sere had been kidding Seto snorted. I don t need to show off around the puppy. He smirked, looking at Joey.Krystal laughs. you and your rivalry with Joey. Since silver millennium "No of course not, Dragon." Serenity kissed Seto's cheek.The server came around to take everyone's order Seto kissed her head in return, wrapping an arm around her. He orders his favorite Egyptian food.Krystal orders her schwarma, along with a few appetizers for everyone to share.Joey orders something spicy. So do Tristan and Tea. Yugi, Mokuba and Atem all order their favorite dishesSerenity orders her food as wellThe server leaves the table to put their orders in Seto kisses her head.Krystal nuzzles Atem. So, What do you intend to do now, yugi san? Serenity smiled softly and leaned slightly against him.Yugi shrugged. "Don't know. I mean technically I'm famous but that was through Atem. I think I need to try to feel like I've truly earned my wins by working hard on my own. Seto kissed her head again.Krystal nods. I saw you beat the Egyptian Gods, today, Yugi San. You have earned your wins. Atem merely helped. Serenity blushed.Atem chuckled. "I think I know what he means. While from the outside it looks like I merely helped, Yugi feels as if he relied on me too much to fight his battles for him. Winning against me is more like a stepping stone towards being able to do it on his own. But having the ability is way different from actually doing it."Yugi nodded in confirmation with Atem's words. Entering in such big competitions on my own without having that ability to let him take over when the odds are stacked against me will solidify things."Soon the server returned with all their food Krystal nods she grins. Setty, we re holding a tournament. There was no room for debate.Seto shrugs. Sure. "Two months." Serenity said in response to Krystal's declaration of a tournament, her own tone leaving no room for debate even as she dug into her food.Atem chuckled. "I actually agree with Sere. Gives everyone time to prepare." He chanced a glance at the blonde. "Plus, Sere looks ready to take Seto and hide somewhere for that same amount of time if you try to convince her to allow for any less." Krystal chuckles. Fine, Fine, bunny. I need time to introduce Atem to my family in America anyway. She shrugs.Seto blushes. Really, cousin. How unbecoming of a Pharoah. He teased Serenity smirked triumphantly while eating.Atem shrugged. "What? It wouldn't be the first time she tried to hide you two away if she didn't want something done a certain way." He started on his own food.Yugi and Mokuba both started eating as well. Seto nods. True, cousin, true. He starts eating.Krystal, Joey, Tristan and Tea start eating too. As the chatter around the table eventually died down and the food disappeared, Serenity kissed Seto on the cheek and excused herself to go to the bathroom.Within moments of her turning the corner into the hallway where the bathrooms were, she was soon heard screaming. "No! Let me go!" Krystal and Seto ran to her. He unconsciously transformed, the rod appearing in his hand as he followed the sound.The elder twin princess was brandishing her scepter, read to strike. Bunny!! By the time they got to where Serenity had been, she was gone. All that was left was a single rose standing in the floor in a very recognizable manner.Atem ran after as well, ready to fight if need be. Krystal growled in such a way even zork would ve cowered. Fuckkkk! I m gonna kill that prince!! Seto blinks. Endymion i m Assuming? He wore his own scowl Atem knelt down near the rose. "It seems like. This rose is similar to all the ones Sere would regularly have me burn." He then stood up and looked to Krys. "He timed when he took her well. He's challenging Seto. I'm sure he's had plenty of other chances where she was out of your sight that he could've attempted with just as small a time frame to do it." Krystal nods. You re right Atem. He absolutely is. She frowns, her eyebrows knitting in concentration.Seto growls. He s got a challenge then. I m gonna wipe the floor with him. Atem nodded in pride at Seto's words. "That you will. But first, we've got to find where he took her." I slipped my card necklace into her pocket. It has a tracker on it. Let s get everyone and teleport to japan.call the senshi. Seto looked at his cousin and gutter sister in law.Krystal nods. Good idea seto. We ll have them meet us in the control room at crown Game Center. She texted amara what happened and told her she d be bringing a surprise help. "Not even going to ask how you even thought to put something with a tracker on her. But good thinking nonetheless." He was about to speak to Krystal but stopped when he realized that she had already texted Haruka. "Think the senshi might've been overkill but too late now. Either way, let's go." Seto shrugs. Precaution. She said Endymion might be after her. Krystal shrugs. With bunny s track record of being kidnapped this lifetime, Atem, it Definitely wasn t. Atem sighed. "She's learned to be prepared." He then looked at Krys. "I quite remember seeing a whole line of girls wanting to and succeeding in beating up a guy for just tripping Sere on the moon. So excuse me for not seeing the high chance of the others killing him on sight." Seto nods. Still doesn t hurt. Krystal shrugs. Nah, Haru will leave that to seto. She zaps them all to the arcade control room, including yugi and friends.Joey looks around. Whoa... Atem shook his head. "Not to mention we don't even know what state she might be in by the time we find her. Depending on it, she might automatically feel bad that the three of us would have to see her that way. Did it occur that she might definitely not want the others to see her that way?" He threw up his hands in surrenderYugi and Mokuba looked around in awe. Krystal bit her lip. I wasn t actually.. I was thinking save bunny as quickly as possible.. Seto still was in his armor. He walked over to the computer, using it and Kaiba Corp satalites to pinpoint bunny. Got her. Let s go. Krystal nods, transforming. Right. She looks at the coordinates before zapping herself, seto and Atem there. Atem had switched to his armor just before they teleported.They landed in what seemed to be a set of dungeons, likely underneath a very old castle or palace. But so far the dungeons right around them all seemed to be empty. Seto shuddered as he had a quick flashback from duelist kingdom. Let s look around. Krystal nods. Right. She had her scepter out Atem nodded and started on, looking through every dungeon cell he passed.Serenity could be heard crying out in pain a good five rows over or so. Seto and krystal follow the sound at a run. Seto calls out. Bunny!! Atem took off after Krystal and Seto.By the time they located Serenity in the dungeon, the state they found her in, definitely would've qualified as one the blonde would not have wanted the senshi to see her in.Serenity was hanging by chains made od dark crystal, a material she was weak against. Wrapped in the chains were electrified roses. Her back, torso, arms and legs were covered in bruises, only a few being obviously since being kidnapped, while the others were varying degrees of healing but had been something she had been hiding from view before. Her clothing was in tatters, amazing that anything was left to contain what little dignity she currently had. Krystal growled softly. I m gonna kill that prince. Luckily she was not weak to dark crystal, and started to pull serenity down. She grit her teeth a bit in pain at the electricity running through her, but she d do anything for her sister.Seto growled lowly as he saw serenity, helping Krystal in getting her sister down. The millennium eye glowed on his forehead, and he yelled out. Endymion! Come out here and duel me like a man! Atem growled himself at seeing Serenity, already undoing the clasps holding his cape to his armor so his cape could be used to wrap her in. "Remember Krys, the fight and final blow included belongs to Seto.Serenity was too weak to hold herself up once they got her down and practically collapsed right away. "Seto..." Her breathing was laboredEndymion chuckled. "Took you longer than I expected to show. I was beginning to think you didn't care." Krystal nods. Oh I know, Atem. She takes his cape and wraps it around serenity, healing her with her powers.Seto hugged her. I m right here, bunny. Let me kill the prince and then I have something for you. Seto glared at Endymion, an ancient Egyptian duel disk appearing on his arm. Of course I do. Now duel me, coward. The eye glowed brightly. Serenity whimpers and curls up once she's wrapped in Atem's cape. She hisses when Krys starts to heal her. "It hurts...everything he hit me with....gloved hands....whips...dark crystal infused. Special version he created. It's why the older ones are still around."Atem frowned. "Makes sense. You should've long been healed from those by now. And he didn't want Krys to be able to heal them either.""Coward? Just reminding the little jewel of her place and why she shouldn't be such a whore." Endymion smirked Krystal frowns. We need to get her out of here Atem. Maybe Saph or Dia can help lessen the effects.. she looked worried, throwing a dagger at Endymion.Seto growls. You monster! She was never yours and never will be! His blue eyes appears behind him in all it s fury Atem frowned. "At most, they might have minimal effect. Sere said it was his own version of the dark crystal. He already manipulated it so your power would make it worse. We can't be sure it won't be the same with either of them.""Perhaps we can be of some assistance, Pharaoh." A familiar voice spoke as Dark Magician and Dark Magician girl appeared behind Atem.Endymion smirked. "Krystal's reunion with Serenity only slowed it down. That and the interference of the Sailor Wars. If not for that, Serenity would've already been my wife by now and there would've been nothing you could do about it." Krystal nods. "You're right Atem. I'm very worried though." She was trying to keep it tgether. She looked at the dark magician. "Mahad.. please.. try.." she looked desprate.Seto growls. "She was never ment fi you you evil little worm!" Another of his dragons appeared behind him. He lunged at endymion, pulling the blade from his millenium rod Mahad and Mana each knelt down on one side of Serenity and started to heal her. Their magic having a more positive effect on her injuries, a sign that Endymion likely had not accounted for the possibility of Atem and Seto returning to the twins' lives.Atem noticed the difference and smiled. "Thank goodness."Endymion pulled his own sword to block even as he moved in preparation to dodge. "Of course she was. I ruled the entire earth while you and your Pharaoh had a small little country. I was more at her level than you." Krystal let out a sigh of relief as serenity starts to heal. "Good.. she's gonna be okay.."Seto growls. "You have an evil heart, endymion. You don't deserve to clean mud from her shoe!" He sends his dragon at endymion, shouting at it to use white lightning. Atem held Krys while Mahad and Mana continued healing Sere. "She was always gonna be alright. But between the injuries and the prolonged closeness to those chains, it was gonna take her time to recover regardless.Endymion smirks and conjures up a wall of thick plants to take the hit. "All of earth means I get elemental control. If I have such an evil heart as you claim, then why didn't Queen Serenity see it? Do you really believe that if Serenity had been an only child or if Krystal wasn't at least somewhat dark herself that Queen Serenity would've even considered letting you near her daughter?" Krystal nods softly. He is worse than I thought.. Seto snorts. It s true that you weren t always evil, But you will let yourself become tainted and now you need to die! You re hurting the one you claim to love all in the name of keeping her tied to you. It s despicable. He growls, using one of his drago to slash away the plants. Atem watched before looking to Krys. "If you honestly ever thought he was innocent, then he clearly had the means enough to fool not only Sere and your mother but you as well. But don't go beating yourself up about it. Sere is likely already beating herself as is."Endymion snorted. "Love is for naive little fools." He sent a strong blast of dark energy Krystal nods. I was never completely fooled but yes, Atem. I will try not to. Then you ve never truly felt it. seto blocked it with the mirror force spell. He sent his dragon at Endymion again "Good." Atem smiled and kissed her head before checking back on Mahad and Mana's progress healing Sere.The two magicians had finally managed to heal all of Sere's injuries. "The rest is up to her." Mana stated.Serenity was curled up but her eyes were closed though not in sleep.Endymion shrugged. "Why would I want to waste time on something so foolish?" He sent whirlwinds of energy both at Seto and the dragon. Krystal kisses his lips.Seto frowns. Because it s the best feeling in the world! He sent up Moro gorse again, the dragon cancelling the energy out with a blast Atem kissed her again before looking to the two magicians. "Thank you my friends. "Mana and Mahad both nodded before disappearing now that they were no longer needed."You can set yourself up for pain and heartache." Endymion sent more attacks while calling up elemental walls to block any from Seto or the dragon Krystal kissed Atem back.Seto snorted. Pain and heartache are a part of life, Endymion. It s how you deal with them that shows your character. He cast spellbinding circle on Endymion. Endymion growled as he realized he couldn't attack."He's been hurt and became cold and heartless." Serenity spoke up. "But make no mistake, I don't feel sorry for him. Not at this point." She un curled just a bit. Her crescent appeared as she held her hand out towards Seto, giving Seto's armor a cosmic level upgrade of it's own. "Take him down for good, Seto." She panted.Atem watched Serenity in concern as she upgraded Seto's armor. "Sere...what else did he do to you?" He murmured Seto blinked as he felt her power surge though him, giving him an upgrade. His dragons reflected this change too and became blue eyes white alternative dragons. He brought out his third and used polymerization to turn then into to the blue eyes white ultimate alternative dragon. He stabbed Endymion, crushing his star seed. I hereby revoke your rebirth, Endymion, for you no longer deserve to live. He ordered his dragon to attack the formerPrince directly with white lightning.Krystal looked worried. Bunny.. you can tell us.. Endymion smirked. "I'm leaving a legacy behind. You'll see it in a few months." He looked right at Serenity as he spoke. It wasn't long before he was completely destroyed.Serenity had a look of absolute horror on her face. Unconsciously, she wrapped her arms around her stomach. Seto growls. That rat bastard. He ran over to serenity and hugged her tightlyKrystal s head snaps up at this words. She looks pissed at horrified, sensing the power growing within her sister. I mean.. abortion still works. The moment Seto hugged her, Serenity started sobbing.Atem frowned. "There's a lot of things to consider. While we can sense the child now, modern medicine won't be able to pick up on the child for at least a few weeks. So trying to get an abortion before then will be pointless." Seto rubbed her back, holding her tightly. It s okay.. you re safe now. I ve got you. Krystal nods. True. You have a point. Serenity clung to Seto as she cried. Her sobbing eventually slowing down to whimpers.Atem nodded. "We'll have to look into all options that are available to her and give her the chance to decide from them once she's fully informed on them." He sighed. "Anyway, we should get out of here to somewhere more cheerful so Seto can give her his surprise. " Seto just held her, picking her up bridal style as he stood, carrying her.Krystal nods at Atem. Right. We ll go to my place. I have some clothes bunny can wear. She teleports all 4 of there. Serenity silently clung to Seto the best she could while they teleported. Krystal went to her room and got bunny some of her spare clothes she keep there Serenity changed to the fresh clothes with just a thought as she was not quite ready to let go of Seto yet.Atem nodded to Seto. "I think now would be a good time." Krystal pulled Atem to a nearby couch for cuddles.Seto nods. You re right cousin. He pulled a ring box from his pocket, slipping from sere s arms just long enough to get down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a sapphire and white gold blue eyes white dragon ring. Serenity, moon goddess, will you marry me? Atem chuckled as he cuddled with KrysSerenity whimpered when Seto pulled away, stopping only when she realized what he was about to do. Her eyes filled with fresh tears when she saw the ring. "Really? You mean it?" She questioned, feeling unsure of herself after what Endymion did. She soon nodded. "Yes, I'll marry you, my dragon." Seto smiles up at her hopefully, grinning at her yes. He surges up to kiss her, slipping the ring onto her finger. I love you so much, moon goddess. Krystal nuzzles Atem happily. Serenity cups his cheek affectionately when they kiss. "I love you too, Dragon. "Atem watched the two with a smile. "Congratulations you two, it was long overdue." He took Krys' left hand in his and rubbed over her ring finger, causing her own engagement ring from when he proposed to her on the moon to finally appear where it belonged. Seto leaned onto the touch, smiling at her. He runs to Atem. Thank you cousin. Krystal cuddles into Atem, not noticing the ring yet. Serenity smiled back before looking to Atem. "Thank you." She looked to Krystal. "Penguin can you do me a favor and replace my bed at my place? Burn it and put a new one?" She bit her lip hesitantlyAtem raised an eyebrow at first at Sere's request to Krys before it clicked as to why she made such a request and he cursed in Egyptian. "Seto, take Sere to your place tonight. Might be a while before she should return to her own." Krystal nods. I can do that bunny. It shall be done. Seto nods. I intended on bringing her to my place anyway. She doesn t need any reminders of him. Serenity nodded. "That's exactly why I want my bed burned....cause he took me there first." She started trembling just a bit.Atem nodded. "Maybe get Rei to cleanse the place too." Krystal nods. "I will burn it down to the ground. Anything else you want burned?"Seto nods. "Definately." Serenity smiled. "Not that I know of. Unless you find any little things he might've left. Then burn those too. Other than that, I'd burned everything else to do with him that I had."Atem nodded. "Go on you two. We'll handle things at Sere's. " Krystal nods. "You got it, bunny."Seto nods, pulling Sere close. "Okay cousin. You take care too.." "We will." Atem nodded.Serenity looked at Seto. "Let's go love." Seto kissed her head gently. Okay love. Shall we teleport? Krystal kissed atem gently. What now my love? Serenity giggled. "We'd have to likely teleport just to get back to the jet, unless it tracks you." She looked back to Krys. "Oh....no telling the girls that he..." she broke off but she knew they would know what she was trying to say.Atem kissed Krystal back. "We should probably see about taking care of Sere's place. The sooner the better, right?" Seto shrugs. It does. But if you wanna teleport, that s fine too. Jet should just be on krys s roof though. Krystal nods at her sister. My lips are sealed. She kissed Atem back and nodded. Right. Serenity rolled her eyes in amusement. "Honestly doesn't matter to me which way we get there. Just know I'm gonna want a power nap in the jet though. "Atem watched Serenity and Seto in amusement. Seto nods. As you wish. Let s just zap there. Then we can actually rest in bed. He kisses her gently as he zaps them to his mansion living room. Home.. Krystal smiles fondly before turning to Atem. Let s go burn a bed, She grins. Serenity kissed him back then looked around at his mansion. "It's wonderful." She grinned. "So, where's the bedroom? Or are we gonna rest in here?" She teasedAtem smiled. "Lead the way." Seto smiles softly. He blushes a bit. Thanks. And my room is on the second floor. Just follow me. He took her hand, kissing her knuckles before leading her to his room.Krystal nods. She takes his hand, zapping them to sere s penthouse apartment on the other side of the city. She kisses him gently, leading him to sere s bedroom. Serenity blushed when he kissed her knuckles and let him lead her to his room.Atem looked around as they walked through Sere's place. "Why am I not surprised at the bunny decor?"The sight that awaited them on Serenity's bed would've looked more on cue with a murder scene than the gruesomeness that actually happened. The sheets were covered with blood and had rips and tears. Even the bunny plushies on the bed had blood spatter Seto opened the door to his room, leading her into it. He started to slowly take off his jacket and hang it, then his boots, toeing them off to change into some blue eyes pattered lounge pants.Krystal chuckles. Cause you know my sister? She gasped at the bed, swearing in lunarian as she saw the damage, no wonder she wants it burned.. Serenity started changing herself into a tank top and some crescent moon patterned pants. "Why do I feel like there was a certain special reason that you're drawn to that dragon?"Atem looked at Sere's bed and frowned. "Can't blame her. At least she put up a fight." Seto thought a moment. "i think maybe I was subconsciously remembering your nickname for me, and the dragon's eyes are just like yours." he explans, walking over to her and kissing her.krystal nods. "indeed." she made a blue fireball appear in her hand, throwing it at the bed. Serenity slid her fingers into his hair and kissed him back. "That's sweet."Atem watched as the bed went up in flames Seto kissed her back happily, running a hand down her back in a soothing way, resting it in the small as he pulled her closer.Krystal used her powers to put the bed in a shadow shield so that it would bur to ash without lighting the penthouse too. Look foe anything that feels remotely Endymion, please? Serenity circled her arms around his shoulders to pull him closerAtem nodded and started looking around the penthouse for anything with Endymion's energy signature to it. He blanched when he found what seemed to be small cameras, one having been in the bedroom pointed right at the bed, the other in the bathroom pointed right at the tub shower where it would've gotten a clear view. He removed both cameras and tossed them into the flames. Seto kissed her gently, leading her over to the bed.Krystal looked curious. Cameras? That sick bastard.. she frowned, flames getting higher a moment as her anger spiked. Serenity followed his lead, deepening the kiss.Atem sighed with his eyes closed. "He may be gone now, but I'd feel better if we get her a new phone and a new number. Seto kissed her back as deeply, picking her up and lying her on the bed.Krystal nods. Definitely. I ll call my phone company and buy her a new one tomorrow. Serenity broke the kiss after he laid her on the bed and looked at him lovingly.Atem nodded. "Good." Seto smiles back at her, getting into bed and pulling her close.Krystal nods. Yeah. She watches the flames die as the bed is finally ash. With. A wave of her hand, all traces of it is gone, and a brand new bed is there in its place, completely different from her old one, with a blue eyes plush on between the pillows Serenity bit her lip nervously. "Seto, make love to me please?"Atem added a new white rabbit plush to the bed as well as a blue penguin plush. He also added dragons to go with the bunnies on the wallpaper. Seto kissed her gently. Are you sure, moon goddess? I don t want to hurt you.. Krystal looked around. Perfect. Was there anything else with his energy in it? Serenity nodded. "I'm sure. We'll have forever to move to hard and fast. For now, i want slow and easy....to feel loved and cherished."Atem shook his head. "Nothing else." Seto kisses her gently. Alright my love. You need to strip though. Krystal nods. Good.. So, What now? Serenity giggled a bit. "Afraid you'll hurt me even with that?" She teased lightly even as she pulled away to pull off her tank top slowly.Atem shrugged. "Guess we go back home. "We've done all we can here." Seto started to strip. Maybe a little, Yeah.. Krystal nods. Alright. Wanna go ravage me then, my Atem? She smirks. Serenity giggled. " I doubt you'd hurt me doing that." She finished pulling her top off and went to kiss him deeply while shimmying out of her pants.Atem chuckled. "If I ever say no without a good reason, be concerned because it's someone impersonating me." Seto kissed her back, slipping his lounge pants off. He pulled her on top of him. I want you to ride me... Krystal laughed kissing him. Dually noted my love. Now.. condom or no? She winks at him, zapping then straight to her bedroom. He would see a plush of him at the front of all the pillows Serenity let him pull her on top, tracing small shapes on his bare chest with her finger. "And is there a particular reason as to why you're wanting this position? Not that I'm complaining. "Atem blushed at seeing the plush of himself on her bed. "Eager to get pregnant, are you?" He joked. Seto shrugs. I just think it s better than plain missionary. Krystal chuckles. Maybe, Yeah. Haven t decided yet. I had a thought though.. about your twin.. aiden. Do you think he was reincarnated, Atem? Serenity giggled and leaned over to kiss him. "That's fine. You know me, ever curious." She guided his cock in, letting out a gasp as he filled her.Atem chuckled. "Then maybe we should use condoms until we are both sure a child is what we want." He then shrugged. "It is possible." Seto kissed her back. He thrusted into her gently as she pushed down onto him. He ran a hand down her back. Of course moon goddess. Krystal nods and zaps up a condom with sailor blue moon on it, handing it to Atem. That sounds fair, and I hope he was. He also didn t really get to live. Serenity arched as his hand went down her back before starting to ride him.Atem chuckled at the condom wrapper before putting the condom on after getting undressed. "Enough talk about my brother for the night. Bit of a mood killer." He pulled her close and kissed her, his hands roaming her body Seto thrusted slowly into her, kissing her deeply. My moon goddess. Krystal undressed too, kissing him back. Of course Atem. Serenity moaned into the kiss. "My dragon." Her hands slid along his chest as she rocked her hips.Atem kissed at her neck as he scooped her up to lay her on the bed Seto moaned into the kiss, his thrusts becoming fast but rhythmic.Krystal let out a low moan as he kissed her neck, giggling as she was picked up. Serenity moaned in return, moving her hips in time with his thrusts.Atem continued kissing and sucking her neck once they were on the bed, his hand sliding down to tease her clit Seto moaned too, thrusting into her faster, roaming his hands all over her body.Krystal let out a low moan, fisting a hand in atem s hair. Serenity sat up as she rode him, her hands cupping his just as they reached her breasts encouraging him to tease her nipples.Atem rubbed her clit while sliding a finger into her pussy, while moving his mouth to suckle on her nipple. Set moaned, thrusting faster a He squeezed and rubbed her breasts.Krystal let out a cry of pleasure, her hand running down atem s body, gently pulling and teasing his cock. Serenity cried out in pleasure, matching his movements.Atem used his free hand to gently grab hers. "Uh uh. You'll get it soon enough. Patience love." He chuckled against her as he slid a second finger in her, teasing her g spot Seto kept at it.Krystal whined. I just wanted to make you feel good.. Serenity gasped. "I'm close Dragon."Atem chuckled. "I know. But my focus is you. You know me, I love to make sure you get the most pleasure before hand before getting mine with you.' Seto moans. So am I moon goddess. Come for me. Krystal nods. I know. You re sappy like that. Part of the reason I love you. Serenity cried out his name as she came, collapsing over him. But continued moving her hips to give him more pleasure. "Cum for me, my dragon." She purred in his ear.Atem switched the nipple he was sucking on and went back to fingering her, moving his fingers against her spot in a come hither motion, wanting to make her cum. Seto moaned, eyes closing in pleasure as he came with a shout.Krystal moans, gripping the sheets as she comes Serenity let out a moan as she came a second time with him. Her crystal activated on its own, causing her crescent moon to appear and her body to take on an otherworldly glow while it worked to change the baby to be biologically Seto's within her instead of Endymion's.Atem smirked, waiting until she came down to pull his fingers out of her and licked them clean of her cum. He then kissed his way down her body before plunging his tongue into her depths Seto blinked. "The baby.. doesn't feel like endymion anymore.." he grins a bit.Krystal cried in pleasure. Serenity panted and looked at him in confusion for a second before her eyes lit up as she realized he was right. "It feels like....you."Atem explored every inch of her walls with his tongue Seto blinks. "The crystal.. never ceases to amaze me, just like you." He kisses her.Krystal moans deeply. "Oh fuck atem!" Serenity blushed under his praise. "Well if it makes you feel better, the crystal never ceases to amaze me either."Atem chuckles mentally. "That'll happen too." He teases telepathically Seto chuckles, kissing her again. "of course my moon goddess"Krystal moaned out. "Brat." Serenity giggled as she laid on him, her head on his chest. "I love you, Dragon.""Takes one to know one, love." He teased as he continued lapping at her walls Seto kissed her gently. "I love you too, moon goddess."Krystal moaned, pouting Serenity let out a soft yawn. "Happy? You wore me out." She teased sleepilyAtem continued, rubbing her clit as well Seto chuckles. Absolutely. Krystal gripped the sheets, moaning "Good." Serenity giggled before yawning again. "Goodnight Dragon. " she murmured as she drifted into slumberAtem doubled his efforts wanting to make her cum again Seto kissed her head before closing his eyes. "Good night moon goddess." He was out soon after.Krystal cried out in pleasure, coming again with a shout Hours later, Serenity started whimpering in her sleep.Atem licked all of her juices before kissing his way back up her body and claiming her lips with his while sliding his cock inside her. Seto gently roused her. Sere? Moon bunny what s wrong? Krystal let out a low moan, kissing him back as she rutted up into him Serenity's eyes opened and she sat up to look at him with a watery gaze. "I dreamed that you decided to leave me after all."Atem wrapped her legs around his waist as he pumped into her. Seto frowns. Now why would I do that? I love you. He kisses her gently.Krystal moans deeply. Serenity bit her lip hesitantly after he kissed her. "I know. It seemed so real though." She turned her head away, not wanting to tell him that there was more to her dream.Atem broke the kiss and sucked at her neck. Seto looked worried. Was there more to it my love? Krystal moans, gripping his hair Serenity glanced at him. "Am I that obvious?" She sighed and wrapped her arms unconsciously around her stomach. "I'd just had the baby. But there were complications during labor. And the doctors told us I wouldn't be able to have any more kids. So you left." She sniffled.Atem nipped at her neck teasingly as he sped up his thrusts. Seto frowns. I would never do that bunny. You are the love of my life. Krystal moans, eyes closing in pleasure "I know." Serenity looked at him. "I don't even know why I had that dream to begin with."Atem thrusts harder and faster. "Cum for me, love." Seto shrugs. You had worries. Happens to all of us. Krystal moans, coming hard Serenity shook her head. "That's just it. You'd already talked me out of any worries I'd had."Atem soon followed her in orgasm. Seto shrugs. Well, all i m Saying is, sometimes we get weird dreams. Dream logic never makes sense. Krystal panted. Amazing.. "Maybe." Serenity conceded before snuggling back to him. "I'm sorry I worried you."Atem looked at her with a teasing smirk. "Yes, yes I am." He chuckled as he slowly slid out of her and rolled to lay next to her, pulling her close. Seto kisses her. "Its alright. I love you "Krystal snuggles into him happily. "Indeed." "I love you too." Serenity smiled and yawn. "Goodnight Dragon." She let her eyes close once more.Atem kissed her forehead. "Let's get some sleep." Seto smiles. He kisses her head, pulling her close. "Goodnight, moon goddess."Krystal nods softly. "Yeah." Serenity was soon sleep once more, sleeping peacefully for the rest of the night.Atem smiled. "Goodnight love." Seto was out soon after serenity.Krystal smiles. Goodnight spike she snuggles him and falls asleep. The next morning Serenity woke up, threw on one of Seto's shirts and slipped to the kitchen to make breakfast.Atem kissed her forehead and fell asleep himself Seto woke to the smells off breakfast, walking downstairs in just his lounge pants. He yawns. Morning my goddess. Krystal woke up before Atem and started breakfast. Serenity smiled at hearing him. "Keep calling me that and you'll be worshipping me often." She teased and winked. "Coffee?"Atem stretched as he woke up before wandering towards the kitchen. Seto chuckles and kisses her. Please Krystal smiles, morning spike. Hungry? Serenity poured two cups. "Cream and sugar?" The shirt of his that she was wearing barely covered her butt.Atem smirked. "Which way are you asking for?" He teased as he came up behind her and kissed her neck. Seto nods. Yes please. He pressed against her, wanting to be close.Krystal chuckles. Breakfast, spike. Serenity smiled upon feeling Seto pressed close. She added cream and sugar to both their cups before fixing him a plate and handing it to him along with his coffee. "Food first, love. Then you can worship me all you want." She purred.Atem chuckled and nipped her neck. " Yes please." Seto smiles. Sounds great bunny. Krystal makes him a plate. Come sit. "Now, go eat. Get your strength." Serenity smiled as she grabbed her own plate and cup of coffee. "After you can worship me all you want." She purred."Did I really have a choice?" Atem playfully teased as he took his plate and sat to start eating. Seto chuckles and kisses her cheek, going to sit at the table. "as you wish my goddess."Krystal laughs. "nope, not really spike." Serenity chuckled softly as she followed him to the table.Atem grinned. "Well that's fine. You're at the top of the very small list of people I'll take orders from." He winked. Seto sat and ate his breakfast happily, sipping his coffee.Krystal chuckles and grins, sitting across from him at the table. I should hope so, spike. Serenity ate her breakfast and sipped her coffee as well.Atem chuckled. "Though sometimes, your sister will override that when you're being stubborn." Seto relaxed, smiling. What would you like to do today my dear? Krystal nods, chuckling herself. True. "Oh so you don't want to actually spend a bit more time worshipping me before we do anything else?" Serenity teased.Atem chuckled. Seto kisses her. I absolutely do, darling. I meant after. Krystal kisses him. So, What do you wanna do today? Serenity thought for a moment. "I don't know. Hopefully I'm not gonna be keeping you from any important projects at work."Atem mused. "I don't know. Do we need to pick up Yugi and the others still?" Seto shook his head. No, not right now. The new duel doc will be unveiling soon though. Krystal shrugs. I thought they were staying at the hotel with us? Serenity sighed in relief. "As your fiance, do I get special behind the scenes peeks?"Atem chuckled. "I meant since we did technically leave them behind with the senshi when we went to save Serenity." Seto smiles, If you want love. Krystal blinks. Oh.. right. Probably. Serenity grinned. "Of course. Plus, it would help if I knew where your office was for those times I'd want to surprise you with lunch." She stood up and headed towards his room. "But, let's get to our original plans for the day first." She winked.Atem smiled. "Well, at least there's a chance Joey and Rei reunited again." Krystal nods. We need to bring him to her. She ll love that. You ever notic how she had such a thing for blondes? She chuckles.Seto nods. Of course love. He grins a bit, following her to his room. Atem shook his head. "We did essentially leave them together yesterday, love. It's just a matter of if they remembered each other yet or not now that they've seen each other again."She glanced over her shoulder at him with a playful smirk. "Let's see if you can catch me." She then took off running Krystal nods. True. Hopefully they did. Rei could use someone. She doesn t show it, but I know she s longed for someone. For him. Seto chuckled, taking off running and catching her quickly, as he is taller. He grabs her from behind, nipping her neck. Caught you. Atem nodded. "You're probably right. Anyway, we should get ready so we can go check."Serenity squealed when Seto caught her, moaning softly when he nipped her neck. "Yes you did. Now what are you gonna do with me?" She taunted. Krystal nods. Indeed. She walks toward her room to get changed.Seto grinned mischievously and picked her up bridal style, running to his room. Oh, you ll see my goddess. Atem followed her to get dressed as well.Serenity giggled as he carried her. "I can't wait." Krystal went and got dressed, dressing down in jeans, black studded boots, a crown the empire T shirt, her belts, deck and duel disc.seto grins, pushing her down and pinning her to the bed, snapping away their clothes. Atem dressed in black leather pants, a black button down that was slightly open at the top and black boots. "Did you know Marik once took my leather pants because he was sure they were the source of my power?' He grinned.Serenity gasped as he pinned her to the bed, smirking herself. "And here I thought I'd been a good girl." She purred teasingly Krystal laughs heartily. Why does that not surprise me? she starts on her winged eyeliner.Seto chuckled deviously. Oh, you are dear.. I just want to show you a little fun.. he kisses down her body, stopping to tease and squeeze her breasts Atem chuckled. "He even had a whole song to go with it while he planned it out and did it. I told him my power was in my shoes instead and he panicked for a while."Serenity smiled, letting out soft moans as he kissed down her body and teased her breasts Krystal laughed even harder. Was Baki along for the ride? Seto smirked and kissed down further, holding her legs up to start to eat her out. Atem nodded. "Of course he had Bakura with him."Serenity arched up as he started eating her out Krystal laughs again, finishing up her makeup with a dark maroon lip. that s hilarious. seto kept at it, adding a finger. Atem nodded. "That it was. Apparently Marik's song was his own version of a song that's by some singer. "Gaga, I think it was?"Serenity moaned and spread her legs. "Seto.." she moaned out Krystal burst out laughing. Bad romance is my guess. seto added a second finger, scissoring her Atem nodded. "Probably. So of course when I told him my power was in my shoes, he panicked because there weren't any Gaga songs that rhymed with shoes." He chuckled. "Ready?"Serenity moaned and moved her hips to ride his fingers and face. Krystal chuckled again. that s hilarious. I m ready. seto added a third finger Atem smiled and snuck a quick kiss. "Beautiful." He slid his arms around her waist.Serenity bucked and called out his name as she climaxed. Krystal kisses him back with a blush. Just the usual. Seto lapped it all up Atem smiled. "Still doesn't change what I said. You're always beautiful to me and I'll keep saying so as long as you need me to." He popped them to the arcade.Serenity panted as she looked at Seto. "Seto...please.." She pleaded. Krystal blushes softly. Such the charmer. She kisses him gently.Seto smirks. Yes what moon bunny? Atem chuckled. "That is how I got you to fall for me, isn't it?" He winked and pulled away to start inside the arcade.Serenity reached for him. "I need you, my love." Krystal followed with a chuckle. Yeah, true. Seto grins. Is that so.. Atem immediately starting looking around for Yugi and the others once inside.Serenity whimpered and pouted. "You tease!" Krystal did the same, though she ordered a strawberry milkshake from motoki.Seto chuckles. yes. Yes I am. He laps her up again Motoki noticed them looking around. "If you're looking for the others, they should be at the shrine by now."Serenity whimpered and trembled, still sensitive there from her last orgasm. Krystal smiles. Thanks Bro Chan. Can I get that shake to go then? Seto kept at it. Motoki handed her the shake to go. "Already ahead of you."Serenity whimpered and started squirming. Krystal grins, paying. You re the best, bro. Seto held her down. Stop moving. He orders. Motoki grins. "I know. Now get going." He shooed them along.Atem chuckled. "You heard him Krys."Serenity froze at his order, finding it to be a turn on as her pussy grew wetter in response. Krystal nodded, taking her shake. Let s zap over there Atem. Seto lapped it up, teasing her Atem raised an eyebrow. "Waiting on you then. I've never been, remember?"Serenity half whimpered, half moaned. "Seto...please...stop teasing me..." Krystal takes his hand and zaps them there. Yeah, I know. Seto laughed. I thought you wanted to be worshipped my goddess? Atem chuckles and kisses her forehead.Serenity blushed. "Well, yeah. It just didn't occur to me that it only encompassed what you're doing. A girl can only take so much of that type of stimuli, you know." Krystal smiles, taking his hand. Let s go inside. Seto chuckles. You want me inside you sweetheart? Atem gave her a look that clearly said 'duh' with a smirkSerenity nodded with a pout. "Please?" Krystal took his hand and lead him into the shrine. She called out softly. Rei? Seto chuckled a little and kissed up her body, kissing her deeply as he pressed in, thrusting slow and hard, gripping her hips. "Just a minute, Krys." Rei answered before some rustling could be heard. Eventually she stepped out of her room, a robe wrapped tight around her.Serenity kissed him back just as deeply, her hips moving to meet his Krystal waited with Atem at the door. She smiles gently. hey. Seto grinned into the kiss and thrust harder "Hey." Rei smiled nervously. "Tristan, Tea, Mokuba and Yugi are in the guest room down the hall."Atem chuckled knowingly. "We'll give you a few minutes." He gently led Krystal to find the others.Serenity flipped them so she was on top, rolling her hips Krystal nods, snickering a little. I see you re happy to have Joey back. She teases. She follows Atem, knocking on the door.Seto chuckles and thrusts faster. Atem grinned. "I think you rubbed off more on the others than you originally thought."Tea opened the door, rubbing her eyes. "Done disappearing without returning?"Serenity rolled her hips again, sliding her hands up Seto's chest before leaning over and nipping at his neck. Krystal chuckles. Seems so. She turns to Tea, holding Atem s hand. For the time being, yes. Seto moanEd, holding her closer to him and pressing in as far as he can before pulling out and thrusting hard back in. Tea nodded and went to wake Yugi, Mokuba and Tristan.Atem chuckled and watched the others wake up.Serenity let out a gasping moan and sucked at his ear Krystal smiles and watches Tea.Seto moaned out, going faster and harder. Atem waited until all of them were up before looking at them. "Sorry for leaving so quickly yesterday. With Serenity being in trouble, we had to move fast."Serenity moved her hips to match his rhythm. "Seto, I'm close." Tristan tilts his head. Oh? What was going on? He seemed worried.Seto moans. So am I. Come for me. Atem sighed. "An ex of hers had kidnapped her while we were all at the restaurant. Krystal popped us all here, to reconnect with the other sailor senshi to find her. But the two of us, and Seto determined where she was and left fast to save her. She was in bad shape. Seto's still with her now while we came back for you guys. Though it seems like we'll be waiting a bit on Joey."Serenity sat up slightly and kissed him, just as she came. Tea blinks a bit. Oh my. Guess the weird shit that usually happens around us isn t about to stop.. Seto kissed her back, coming too. Atem chuckled and shook his head. "Nope. It's gonna get weirder."Mokuba looked to Krystal. "So Serenity's okay, right?"Serenity broke the kiss and snuggled on top of him. Tea blinks. Oh dear. krystal smiles. Yeah, bunny will be okay. Your big brother is taking good care of her, just like he did when they were lovers on the moon. Seto snuggles her close. Mokuba smiled. "Good."Serenity traced shapes idly on his chest. Krystal nods. Indeed little one. Seto kissed her head, relaxing. Mokuba grinned. "When can we go home?"Serenity smiled. "So...boy or girl?" Krystal smiles. Now if you like, mokuba. Seto nuzzles her. Hoping for a girl. But a boy would be awesome too. Mokuba shrugged. "I'm fine with sticking around if the others still want to."Serenity giggled as he nuzzled her. "Oh? Why a girl?" Krystal nods. That s fine. Seto smiles. Because i ve basically raised mokuba. A girl would be a change of pace. Atem chuckled. "Well, we can't know for sure until Joey and Rei come join us."Serenity smiled. "Fair enough. Not to mention, you'd spoil a girl rotten." She teased Krystal nodded. To true atem. She chuckles herself, zapping them all up some breakfast.Seto chuckles. You have me there darling moon goddess.

['Ishizu', 'Marik', 'Atem', 'Ryou', 'Aibou', 'Yugi', 'Rah', 'Slifer']

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Another ruthless battle will possibly be provoked, the new leader stood tall upon a cliff that outlooked the ever so famous Soul Society , as it once almost fell because of the almighty Aizen. Yugaku , a slender , busty woman now led what was left. The hollow bone curved against her jaw as she possessed similar features like the former 3rd Arrancar Halibel. Lips curved as she folded her arms under her breasts, eyeing the buildings before she jumped off the cliff and towards the area. As the waves of Hollows and Arrancar headed towards there was an army of shinigami waiting to fight. The leader of them was the newest captain of the 13 Gotei. His eyes seemed old and calculating but, his body was rather lively and strong. Most would say he was around 25 years of age. His hair was black, long, and thick. "Well, isn't this a nice way to welcome someone into the Gotei 13.... No matter. Get them!" He declared as the Shinigami rushed towards the enemies.He had taken the post of the 9th Division, same as what Aizen had before. 'Hmmmmm, the highest spirit pressure of these must be the leader.' The captain focused all his thought into finding the leader of them. Yugaku smirked lightly , dirty blonde hair flowing behind as her unusual outfit did the same. " This victory will be ours. . . " Scowling lightly as her feet barely touched the ground each time. Her pressure was strong indeed, stronger then most Arrancar. But nothing compared to a Captain perhaps. " Scatter ! " She ordered , watching a few numbers part as she made way to the building. Fingers iched for her blade that was sheathed behind her, drawing it out as she claimed closer to her target. Kagi Misima watched as they headed towards them, "Clash Remmi" His Zanpakto changed to that of wrappings around his fists. Though they were far from just mere hand wraps. As he slowly lifted his fist his spirit pressure rose to crazy heights. Then with a single punch many of the weaker hollows were destroyed in an instant. "Is this all that have to fight us? Here I thought I could show my bankai.... No matter." Kagi turn his eyes to the leader of them as he pointed his finger at her, "Your fight is with me." She watched the horde of hollows smash away, flying great distances and admitting their defeat. " Tch , Useless " scowling as she bit her lower lip roughly. " Can you stand me , Big boy?" Yugaku smirked slyly as her blade slashed vertically and her foot came in for a kick. " Its rude to attack a woman , Thats not attractive " Her dark crimson eyes narrowed. As she came flying at him he merely blocked with both hands. "When you act like a woman I won't have the need to fight you." Kagi simply put as he pushed her off. 'Well, I might as well have a bit of fun with her... She has to be hiding some kind of hidden strength.' Kagi got into a defensive stance as he waited for the next attack. Yugaku glared to his comment , oressing more force into her slash. " Why you..." Murmuring sourly she pulled back. Shifting her body as her jaw tightened and her grip upon her sword loosen. " Lets play... " Her sword dropped upon the dirt , her body flying towards his with a bone chilling energy. Nail grew bones, sharp as her blade if pierced. Kagi merely evaded the attacks she sent but, was of course cut in various areas. Even though she was able to land strikes on him he did not show pain. Kagi slowly kept pacing backwards as she pushed her attack. "So, what is the name of my enemy?" Kagi asked her as if they were just merely talking. She kept moving forewards, fingers trying to jab her in various area's. Yugaku smirked as her eyes followed. " Its Yugaku , Yugaku Shirogaku. " Faster she went , taking big steps as she made way for a kick. " You? " "Kagi Misima." He replied as he blocked her kick. "Pity we have to be enemies. You seem to have great potential... Wasted on a poor cause." Kagi said as he continued on his defense as few attacks continued to get through. " Che , Good to know the name of the enemy " Murmuring more as she gave a few more quick kicks. " WASTED?! we have reasons! don't say Shit , Soul reaper. " Growling lowly , Yugaku was caught off abit by her words, stammering back abit as she gritted her teeth. " Fight Damnit! " Kagi continued to block her attacks as usual as she was getting angrier. "Hmph, you are being manipulated by a man who only seeks power. He does not care about you nor your comrades." Kagi heard her order him to fight. "Well, I was hoping to wait till I got to see your full power but, fighting you will most likely show it anyways...." With that his stance went into a fully aggressive one. He ignored being hit as he swung his fist at a great speed. All the while he kept the same calm look about himself. How could a man fighting for survival seem so calm and nonchalant? " Just shut up and fight!" Yugaku scowled more, pointing rudely with annoyance. In a facts it was true, but she ignored those facts and kept with opinions. "Fina " With that her cockyness drew back at her by his punch, causing her to buckle back abit. " Ugh. damn.." She regained herself, causing her pressure up and her body to shift as it changed. Almost like Halibel's armor, Yugaku wore it more revealing but protectively. She began to kick vigorously. Kagi saw the change and blinked, 'Is this their release state.....no.' With that he blocked acouple of her hits but, one kick hit home and it sent him flying. He bashed through a building and it began to crumble ontop of him. Though after a few minutes it seemed like he was defeated but, then the rumble exploded as it all lifted in the air. His fist was up and then it flew down towards her. This sent the rumble flying towards her. It seemed his Shikai had power over a wind element. She smiled to the outcome, pleased with the damage. But to bad it ended with a frown as he came from the rubble. " What..!" She blinked, seeing it all come to her. Yugaku tried to kick the rubble away, but got hit numerously causing the Arrancar to trip back. " A Ah!" Kagi dusted himself off with his chance and then cracked his neck. "Hmmm, this coat is slowing me too much now.." He said referring to his captain's coat. With that said he pulled it off and threw it behind him. Though as it landed it cause a massive crash as it was weighted. "Now lets play." With that he was gone and right behind her. Then he quickly threw punches left and right. 'Come on show me a power worth using my bankai...' He thought to himself. ' Damnit ' she cursed, trying to block his moves. She had no choice, Yugaku hollered, releasing ' Okamiotoko'. The body shifted to a large fierce wolf , body laced with bone as she howled a mighty roar that sent waves. As she changed he quickly flew back as he saw her new form. 'She is powerful.... If only I could swayed her to our side.' Kagi looked at her for a moment, "I have a proposal for you. If I win our fight then you join our cause but, if I were to lose then I'll be your faithful lacky..... Do you accept to these terms?" Kagi wondered if she would. She seemed to be a fighter for honor so he didn't think she would betray him after. Her boned paws digged into the ground, snarling at him when stood back. " I Accept! get ready lacky!" snarling she arched her fangs open, paws ready to claw. "Good then I shall make this swift..... Ban.....ka." A burst of wind blocked her attack as it made a semi tornado around him. His spirit pressure became dangerously powerful. Once the wind disappeared he could be seen again. His wraps became wind circling around his fists as it branched off away from him making two swirling small pillars behind him, "Monza Remmi...." With that he threw a punch at her from far away from her but, the wind lashed towards her, "Thousand shards!" The girl had no defence in this form, the wolf tried to lash at the attack but failed. Yugaku yelped, being cut and thrown back against a not so sturdy wall. " Auugh. ....." Kagi walked slowly towards her and then stopped. A menos Grande was aiming at him but, if it did use its cero it would not only kill him but, her as well. Once the monster shot he returned the favor, "Thousand Shards!" Using the attack he was able to deflect the attack but, was still hit by some of the attack and crashed into her. "Ugh." It was her chance to attack him if she felt like it. She had changed back, her clothes tattered and torn. She grunted when he landed on her, this was her chance. She lifted her body up and over his, straddling her hips tightly over his as she brought her fingers to his throat. " Just die.." muttering weakly as she squeezed but soon fainted. Kagi saw it as his body was stiff from the attack. Seeing her about to kill him he flinched. Though when his eyes opened she was passed out on top of him. "Time....... to finish this." With that he began helped defeat the remaining forces with her slung over his shoulder. After the battle was won he took her to his room so that he could tend to her wounds. The Medical division came to treat her wounds but, soon left after seeing how they didn't want to get killed by her. It was dark to her,eyes clised as her lips frowned in defeat. She laid there , body still as her chest followed her breathing. " Nn..." she cooed, fingers griping the sheet. " Where..am...I..." She whispered opening her crimson eyes. Yugaku ached abit. "You are in my home." Kagi said simply as he came with a bowl of soup. "Here eat this." Kagi said to her softly. "I won the deal. I do hope you can keep a deal." Kagi said softly to her in an almost friendly manner. She was on a couch with a blanket over her. She was in a shinigami outfit for the time being, "Sorry if you do not like the attire, I couldn't find anything that would be like your old outfit." She paced her eyes , looking around cautiously as she sat up abit. She winced only slightly, feeling the clothing when he spoke. " You...put me in this shit? Im better off naked! " Yugaku scowled, glaring at him and the soup. " Im not hungry. ." grinning as she looked around more. " Tch, im hurt so I have no choice but to 'listen' " He blinked at her, "My apologies. I just thought you'd rather be warm as you slept." With that he set the soup on the stand behind her head. "If you decide you want food it is there. Hopefully you want it before it gets cold." With that he sat at his desk which had many papers to fill out. "If you don't mind me asking but, could you tell me a bit about yourself?" Kagi asked politely. Yugaku grinned, lips pressed closed as her hair rested on her shoulders. " What is there to say? Im an Arrancar , number sexta' riight upon my right breast" Looking away, she laid back done. "No story about your life? Shame. Well, I could tell you mine but, you don't seem the kind to take stories." With that he continued to work on the loads of paper. Kagi looked at her for a bit, "When you feel a bit better I'll show you around if you like." Kagi said to her with a warm smile. " Sorr , But we Arrancars arn't taught to share pity or shit. Glad you already guessed your answer " She smirked twirling her hair. She watched him work on the stack of paper, grinning as teh work seemed rather annoying. " Tch , why? Then I'll know wher everything is " Yugaku snorted , ignoring the warm smile with a cold one. Kagi looked at her for a moment, "Well, you are one of us now. I just thought it would be fair enough to show you around. Not like it could do any harm after all. Aizen most likely knows this place inside out." Kagi said to her softly as he continued to work through the papers with quite ease. "What do you aspire to be Yugaku?" " Stop getting so friendly " She scowled, turning her head away. " Yeah well, Aizen...He's a different case. " She whispered softly, shaking her head light before curling up abit. " Eh? ..I don't know...some one powerful and well respected. " She yawned slightly, " I never really...thought about that. " Kagi looked at her for a moment, "Sorry, I was just being friendly cause it seemed like you needed it. There seems to hold great sadness in your eyes or it is just what I think. But, once you truly find out what you want to be, I'll help you there." He said boldly to her. After a couple more minutes he was finish, "Are you sure you are not hungry? I could get you something you might like." Yugaku scowled silently closing her eyes. " Just shut up.." With that she went under the blankets and tried to relax. " Im not hungry! . . " She waved her hand. Kagi sighs to her, "Well, with some time and luck maybe you'll be more accepting of conversation." With that he picked up the bowl and began to walk out of the room. 'Hmmmm, this will be more of a task than I had first thought it would be.' Kagi thought to himself. She soon fell asleep. Body worn and drained , feeling weak and unable to fight. "Mn ....." Few hours later he came back to the office as he sat down in his chair. Looking at her softly he soon found himself sleeping with his head resting on the desk. Kagi was off in an odd dream where he was about to be struck down by an enemy when she came to protect him. Though after that it became just random scenes like flipping through the channels. She seemed pretty lost in her own thouggts as she slept, sprawled out on the couch as if she owned it all. But of course she woke up, breathing slightly as if she had some sort of nightmare. " Hn . . . That again . . . " She whispered, lying there as her clothing seemed to be miss placed abit. " fool is sleeping. ." She muttered at him with narrowed eyes, frowning. Kagi after a bit rose from his slumber with a yawn. Looking at her he smiles, "Oh you're up. How are you feeling?" Kagi asked her as he gets up. "Are you hungry now?" Kagi asked her looking down to her face. " No I'm not " She scowled once more , rubbing her eyes as she still tried to wake up abit. " Enough with the Shit , I hate it" She muttered , folding her arms. Kagi looked at her with a frown as she got angry, "I'm just trying to help you. What is so wrong about that? But, I guess you don't want to know how to further your strength. Guess being second rate is good for you." Kagi said knowing that might interest her more. Though he didn't know, for all he knew she could just yell at him. She twitched , glaring deeply at him. " Second ? ... SECOND!? YOU !!!? " She fell off the couch, body sprawled out on the floor. " Oww.." She muttered, her ody feeling loose. Kagi frowned as she rolled out. Then silently he began checking her body to make sure she was alright. "Hm, you been in here too long. You need some fresh air." With that said he scooped her off the ground. He kept her body close to his as he carried her out into the open air. "Much better no?" She slightly tinted , frowning widely. " I didn't say! Eh.. " Yugaku glared as she was carried to the open. "Bah.." Kagi just smiled down at her as he continued to carry her. His eyes watched ahead of him as he didn't try to look down at her. "You know it doesn't do you much good to be angry. Even if I'm your enemy you may as well enjoy it." Kagi said to her softly as he headed towards the gate. After a bit the gate opened and he headed out with her. "If you want me to turn back at anytime just tell me ok?" Kagi said to her as he walks slowly so she could get a good view of the scenery. She couldn't quite argue , huffing away in silence as looked the other way. " Whatever . . Its better then inside I suppose" She gave a short sigh. Giving a small smile at her response he continued on. Kagi looks around as he spots a nice hill. With it he began to walk up it till they were at the top. Once there he softly sat her down on the hill, "This is a good spot to rest and take a look at the scenery." Kagi said to her as he laid back and stared at the sky.

['Aizen', 'Yugaku']

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A Boy and his Hypno (Kaybee x Alty)

Leon had been living on the outskirts of Rustboro town for as long he could remember. Leon and his mother had been provided a small cottage on the edge of Route 116, where they'd spend most of their days harvesting berries from the nearby Cheri and Chesto trees that had been growing around the area, then selling them to a nearby store in the city to make their living. The labor wasn't all that bad, and living in the area had meant being able to explore Rustboro city on all of his frequent trips to stock up on supplies for their home. It was in Rustboro city that he'd made most of his closer friends, though most of them had aspirations of becoming the Hoenn region's finest trainer and would often leave the city and be acquainted with their first pokemon at Professor Birch's lab in the south.His name was Leon, nothing too out of the ordinary about the way he looked. He was almost so normal that he'd gotten picked on because of it. Pretty short for his age, with messy hair, and fairly pale skin. Leon never stood out and had frequently ghosted away in the middle of conversations. Though visiting Rustboro was fun, on nights where He'd been forced to stay home due to the weather or some other incident, he'd spend a lot of time day dreaming and becoming absorbed into his imaginative mind. Even sometimes having conversations with himself when he'd felt these imaginations become too vivid.Seeing as though so many of his friends had come and gone, most of his social life was fixated around the trainer school, and Roxanne's gym. He'd frequently be given the privilege to watch Roxanne in her pokemon battles, where he'd picked up on most of my trainer knowledge as his mother had still not allowed him to try enrolling at the school. His mom had lost her husband while he was away in a different region on an expedition to uncover fossil's of ancient pokemon, since that'd happen she wanted Leon to have nothing to do with traveling far and wide and exploring the region.Leon woken up early on my 14th birthday, expecting the day to pass just like any other. He was going to head into town and visit the general store to pick up some lumber, food, and other supplies that his mother had needed me to collect. But after, he knew he'd stop by the trainer academy to talk to Roxanne or look through some of the trainer manuals that had been in the lower levels. Leon collected his bag and bicycle and had set out to go into the main town. He saw them, every day he saw them.Since being Drowzee, he'd lived in the forest. It was a quiet wood, few predatory pokemon roamed there, it was easy to settle and sleep to the tune of raun drumming on his skin, to the sensation of cool breeze in the humid summers, beneath thick beds of leaves in the fall. He saw them dream, sawhim dream, quiet small, human child with suchvivid slumbering fantasies, the purest perfect sustenance.It was an odd silent parternership, neither knowing of the other, but both of themknowing the other.One could not consume the dreams of others without being a part of them in some way.After dreams, afterchange, he became stronger. They were growing, silently side by side. He supped of waking thoughts, and slowly they became linked, a fragile bond, small and easily broken at first, but growing stronger with each shared emotion, with each mutual contemplation. The thoughts did not even need to come from the bond itself, simply the resonance of minds, two beings independently coming to the same mental place, converging out of sheer similarity.After so long sharing the quiet hours of the night, it was easy. Without even realizing it, they shaped each other, thought alike, grew together.But he waschanged, no longer the slumber dream eater, now a silent thought melder. The human boy walked, and he followed. The bicycle was faster than Hypno could run, but Hypno did not need to see the boy to know where he was going, did not even need to rely on the memories of how often this trip was made. All he needed to do was follow their bond, trailing after him, fast as he could go. Leon had always felt a presence. Sometimes watching over him from a distance, but at other times far closer than he'd like. At first, the presence at instilled a lot of fear into Leon when he'd first moved into the Route 116 cottage, but overtime he'd noticed presence or not, his life had moved on just as usual. Leon would try to discuss it with his friends sometimes, but they either nodded him off or thought he was crazy. Leon chose to go as fast as he could on his new mach bike, the winds brushing violently up against his skin. In moments he'd left the solace of the wilderness and arrived at the gates of Rustboro city. Large buildings filled up his sight as he walked into the gates, parking his bicycle up at the rack in front of the blue domed general store.Leon would spend quite some time in the store, chatting up the clerk at the front about simple stuff. Leon would cover a wide range of topics, trying to get a read for all of the new things that have been happening in the city like if Silph Co. had made any new inventions or if any new intriguing challengers had appeared at Roxanne's gym.Now that Leon had gotten off his bike, and spent some time in the same location, it had started. Leon had never really known what to call the feelings, but it felt like he'd been given thoughts that weren't his own, but his own at the same time. Leon had blanked out at times, being given thoughts and day dreams of things that he'd yet to see or even know. Leon knew they were his thoughts, they were in his mind after all, but none of them had really come from his memory. Was it a guardian? An angel? Was it even a physical being? He never knew, but he was sure there had to be something. Leon would shake his head to ground him back into reality, bidding the cashier farewell before stepping out through the sliding doors of the general market.As Leon had begun to pack up a large bag of materials into the back compartment of his bike, he'd heard a commotion coming from a couple of streets over, sounding something like a pokemon may have been in distress from this distance. Leon had a knack for rushing into danger. Without thinking twice, he ran as fast he could into one of the alleyways to see two tall figures dressed in oddly colored uniforms standing over a trainer he recognized from the trainer's school and an injured Zigzagoon that was trying desperately to defend the young trainer. "Hey!" Leon shouts, "Leave him alone!" Leon reaches for the closest rock, picking it up and tossing it at one of the two goons. "The heck ?!" The rock was a lucky throw, arcing through the air to strike one of the men across the head, a knock that bloodied his scalp and would leave a goose egg, but far from a knock out shot. "Augh!" He went down to one knee while the other man whirled. Theywere oddly dressed... Red uniforms, with almost some sort of half cloak?"I dunno what you think you're doing kid, but you just put your foot in the dungheap." He's holding a pokeball as he advances on Leon, a snarl on his face. "Zubat!" The fanged pokemon bursts into the world with a flash of red. "Teach this little punk a lesson. You don't cross Team Magma."Somehow, the scariest part is his expression, he's not happy to be doing this, but there's grim purpose there. He's doing this because he thinks he has to.Hypno hurried as he felt the emotional spikes roiling down the connection between them. Fear, outrage, the fight or flight instincts familiar to him. His pace picks up, from a steady trundle to a rapid loping run, a yellow blur speeding down the alleyways. Rustboro is big, wild pokemon sneak in around the edges all the time, and Leon is close to those edges, the back alleys that aren't always safe for human travel.The toxic shadows retreat as he speeds around the corner, grimer and muk retreating into the drains to avoid his wrath. His power dwarfs theirs, disparity of ability combined with the natural divide between their typings. He had always understood that advantage, but he had never been able to put terms to it, not without Leon's thoughts merging with his.Around the corner, and one hand lashes out, the pendant whips forwards and then into a twirl. "Hyp! NO!" A wave of psychic powerboils from the circle he inscribes in the air, made tangible as it surges into the real world and batters at the Zubat. Caught off guard, the agile pokemon is caught by the full force of the assault, keening as it's tossed back to strike the far wall and tumble to the ground, stunned.Hypno glances aside for a moment, and gives an imperceptible nod to Leon. "Hypno." A moment of triumph had been plastered on Leon's face, though it ended all too soon when he'd notice that it had not dissuaded the two thugs from picking on the student. Leon shouts to the young student, "Run! Tell Roxanne what's happened!" Leon shouts out the first thing that comes to mind as adrenaline begins to course through his veins. Leon tries to run for it after making an attempt at covering for the child's escape, but ends up getting knocked down onto the dirt, "Damn." He mutters, holding onto his knee where he'd felt the impact of his fallLeon would gaze up at the expression, painfully etching the memory of their clothing into his mind in case he'd even be able to make it through the moment. Briefly, he'd catch onto the expression of the person's face. From behind Leon comes a wave of psychic energy, tangible, he could practically sense it. He'd found it to be very familiar though, destructive and powerful, but something that he's already built up some level of resilience too. The waves of psychic energy did not do much more than cause the hairs on his skin to stand. Part of him was afraid to look back, even though it had been his own savior.Leon rose to his feet, still feeling the remnants of adrenaline and now, some level of anxiety. Leon turns around to see the creature, that was all he could really call it, as he'd never even seen anything like it. "Wha what are you?" Leon couldn't figure out the right question to ask, or even what to do now. He would stare mesmerized at the being, it was almost as though he'd been transported into his own dreamworld, yet it was a brush with a moment where dream and reality collided and produced this being. Leon breaks his vision for a moment to gaze at the Zubat that had been blasted by the psychic energy, his inexperience had led him to believe that it may have even died.Instinctively, he would gaze at the being called Hypno and utter the words in a whisper, "I trust you." Leon nods at Hypno, then stands beside him staring the thugs down. "You've got nowhere to go. An officer will be here any second now! Y yo " Leon's voice breaks as he tries to utter the next statement. "You try to move! And I'll I'll blast you!" "Hypno." The Pokemon had been worried, sensing the fear underlying the bond, the incomprehension, the uncertainty. A powerful pokemon facing him down, even if it had defended him...Then the understanding, dawning slowly, bringing relief, comprehension as they locked eyes."I know you..." Something between them, transcending the mere words, the bond forged by a life of slow convergence, leading together to this point. "Hypno." The Pokemon repeated, then turned. After learning so much at a distance, intent, desire, they were plain as day up close.Pin them but don't attack them. He didn't think of it in so many words, but the impression was there all the same. He held out his paw, gleaming pendant hanging menacingly from his grip as he fixed the two thugs with a glare. " No." Perfunctory, dangerous, just the last syllable of it's name, but at the same time, it sounded like itcould have come from a human. A warning.Two minutes of standoff later, Roxanne finally arrived, barrelling into the alley at breakneck pace, slowing only when she saw Leon standing. "Oh thank Arceus you're alright. When Kenneth told me..." She swallowed. "Just... Glad you're okay, but..." Her eyes were taking in the scene, the watchful Hypno, the downed thugs, eyes now darting warily between gym leader and frightening psychic pokemon. "Where did he come from? And uh... What happened here?" Her phone buzzed, interrupting her, and she checked it quickly. "Oh... Officers should be along to clear these two out any minute. They'll probably want you to talk to you uhm..."For all that she was a gym leader, she did care for Leon, he was a friend of sorts. "Come see me after at least?" Leon had done his best to juggle a multitude of complex emotions, he didn't know how to think of his new found friend. Leon was close to the same height as Hypno, standing at about eye level with the pokemon. Leon had almost felt that Hypno was just an extremely strange looking human being, given all of the humanoid features. Leon would gaze at the pendant hanging from Hypno's grip, what had instilled such strong psychic suggestion in the two thugs had done nothing to him. The object had felt like a part of him, almost like an extension of his own neurological network. As Leon studied Hypno more, he could further grasp the idea that Hypno has likely been around him all this time, that he had nothing to fear of the pokemon. He'd hope that his instincts were correct, because it seemed as though the creature had devastating power."Yeah, I'll wait here for the officers, I'll probably need to tell them what happened." Leon's voice was quiet, coming back down from the intense emotional roller coaster that was his adrenaline. Leon had always been like that, shooting up at the slightest sight of someone being hurt, and surprising himself with his own bravery. He was the good guy, he had to be the good guy for the sake of his mother who was left all alone, and even to uphold the image of his father. "I.. I think I'm going to need some help, Roxanne. I'll come by after questioning. I need to ask you about this pokemon." Leon would look over to Hypno, nodding to him.After Roxanne had left to the gym, Leon took the moment to speak to Hypno. "Thank you for coming to help me. I couldn't have done anything without you. Well, besides chuck a rock." Leon laughs, genuinely forgetting for a moment that he'd stood up to two thugs much bigger than him. "My name's Leon.. But, I guess you already know that, huh?" He takes Hypno by the hand he has free and gives it a firm shake. "I'm glad I got to meet you." A Growlithe had shown up on the scene first, followed by an officer on a bike. The officer had taken Leon to the Rustboro department and had him questioned for everything that had gone down in the alley. He told her everything straight, when questioned about Hypno, he had just told her that the Hypno had noticed he was in trouble and came to his rescue.After being dismissed from the officer, Leon and his new friend headed straight for the Rustboro gym. The facility had looked one half museum one half gym. The entire top of the gym building was a fortress of rock and stone, a sight he'd stop and gaze at each time he'd come. The glass doors parted way as Leon entered, he rushed past the various displays of mining and architecture to the end of the hall, greeting the people he'd seen regularly swiftly before making his way to the end to greet Roxanne. Leon would wait a moment though, noticing that Roxanne had been doing something else, the enigmatic Hypno standing right beside him. "Leon..." The professionalism Roxanne usually displayed was back in place by the time he arrived at the gym but even then he could see worry slipping through at the edges of her facade. The event had really shaken her. "I'm glad you're alright." She'd taken one more challenge waiting for him to get back but the girl who'd gone up against her had lost soundly, and Roxanne had been left to stew in her thoughts ever since. There simply weren't many challengers this time of day after all.Her eyes flicked to the Hypno, still following at Leon's shoulder, like some sort of bodyguard. "Is he yours?" She'd been able to tell that he wasn't sued to the hypno's presence earlier, like a trainer with a new catch on their team, but now... Something about them seemed eerily in sync. If she hadn't seen that uncertainty of an hour ago, she would have thought they were paired for months, if not years, from the way the stood together and moved with each other."So..." The big question then. "Are you going to become a trainer?"Collect the badges, make the journey, seek out the championship... Would he do it? Leon was a quiet sort, but Roxanne had seen more than a fewlike him rise to meet their potential in the league. Still, at the same time it was difficult, the two of them having hung out with each other so long...She'd never admit it aloud, but she'd grown used to him, in her own way. The thought of him leaving brought uncharacteristic worry. "It feels weird to call him mine, honestly. But, I think we're friends." Leon smiles at Hypno, it still had that goofy boyishness though, unable to really feel certain or serious about anything until he was provoked into doing so. "I don't know who those thugs were, but I'm lucky to have gotten away from them in the way that I did thanks to Hypno here. I've never seen anybody like him." A lot of the movements that Leon had, even the gaze and his posture were similar to the way that Hypno had moved. Leon had thought that it could've been him who showed Hypno a model of everyday life, since he had potentially been around him for a very long time.Leon looked around the gym on occasion, making sure he hadn't been holding up any trainers looking to battle Roxanne. "Trainer?! I don't know, you really think I could do it. I've never even trained or used a pokemon to battle before in my life, I mean, I've wanted to. And I mean, it feels like Hypno is really strong as well. I'm getting that feeling you get when you look at a pokemon for the first time and just realize that you fit with it. But, I wouldn't want to hold Hypno back. I saw what he did to that Zubat, it'd gotten taken out in an instant." It sounded almost like Leon was telling Roxanne a story about a TV show or some old myth about a legendary pokemon saving a village."I've been here a while. I like staying here, and I've gotten used to be around you and your gym. But everyone around me seems to be moving on and seeing new parts of the world. I don't want to just be stuck here forever. So, maybe it is time for me to take the opportunity." His voice was conflicted, mainly thinking about Roxanne, he hardly cared about his family life as his mother had become bitter about life. Roxanne's duty had her tied down to Rustboro. Doesn't she wish she could also roam the world again and travel once more? He'd thought to himself. "But, I should probably figure out how it is I can fight with Hypno first, huh?" That hurt, even if Roxanne didn't let it show on her face, hearing him explain how much he cared, how much he wanted to just stay, and then hearing him say that he should do it anyways. That hewanted to do it anyways. She knew it would probably be good for him, always quiet, and shy, to have that experience, to go see the region, see the world even.That didn't make it hurt any less, but she could at least take some solace in the fact that Leon didn't seem to quite like the idea any more than she did.She chewed the inside of her lip, firmed her resolve, and sighed. "Well, I can help you with that at least." She would be helping him take that step, a step neither of them really wanted, but a step both of them knew was necessary. She slapped a button, rolling back the shutters that led to the gym proper. "Come on, we'll battle, you and me." She could teach him the ropes, but more importantly she could test this Hypno. Was the pokemon willing to protect him? Was it strong enough to keep him safe?She threw him a smile, the 'gym leader' smile, confident, assured, maybe a little arrogant, hiding the uncertainty she was feeling behind a mask of ability. "Don't worry Leon, I won't go all out or anything. Call it a practice battle. I'll make sure you're ready to face the outside world, okay?" "Wait a minute?! Against you? B but, you're so strong. Your Nosepass will eat me alive!" Shivers ran down Leon's spine when he'd think back to the last gym battle he'd seen. He thought the trainer was pretty solid too, but still got demolished by her. "Couldn't I just go battle some of those bug catchers or something? They seem much more " Leon cuts off, catching the gaze of Hypno. He could tell this pokemon was built for something more, that all of this nervous energy wasn't going to do anything for it. If I wanted to be more than some village boy, I needed to have confidence in my friend.Leon listens to Roxanne's reassurance, it had calmed him down many times before when he was in a pinch, and it didn't do anything different this time. "You're right, I've got to make sure I can handle things out there. I wouldn't trust anyone more than you to have good intentions." The slight rounding of Leon's back had straightened as he looked into Hypno's eyes, then nodding. Whenever he'd gaze at the Hypno he saw long stretches of time, growing older, every heartbreak or desire, all of it came rushing into him. It was almost as though Hypno had been a collection of all of Leon's subconscious thoughts in one. A reminded of what Leon really wanted.Leon told Hypno that he trusted him, it was a spur of the moment call out, but, he wanted to make sure that he believed what he said. Leon knelt down beside Hypno, bowing his head. "I've never had a battle in all my life, I barely know what I'm doing. But, I think that if I'm going to fight with anybody, I'd like for it to be with you, Hypno. What do you say?" Leon reaches out his hand in front of him, offering it to the Hypno. Hypno started back, unblinking as the two shared the moment. The words were indistinct but thefeelings were unmistakeable, he was nervous, he was steady, he wanted to be more.Hypno will help you be more. Hypno. A single sound, two tones, a slight nod making an unusually human expression, but then, the Hypno was an unusually human Pok mon, this one more so than most. He reached out, setting one paw in Leon s hand, understanding passing between them. Subconscious and conscious minds in alignment.Leon would feel that deep down, Hypno wasn t just ready, he wasconfident in their victory.Across the gym, red light flashed, Roxanne knelt next to her geoduck, and for a moment she allowed her mask to break. She ran a hand over the smooth stone of the Pokemon s Body, taking a deep breath as she let her face fall. Geo. The rock pokemon s chirping query held concern, but Roxanne managed a smile. We re gonna battle okay? But... Go easy on him. Geo? He s precious. Geo. Geodude. She couldn t be sure, but she thought the Pok mon might have just tried to mimic a smile. Alright then... Stand back up, leader face on, Leon! Are you ready? Geodude rolled up next to her, levering itself up on its arms to face across the arena. Then prove it to me! GO GEODUDE! Leon stands at the white square, on the edge of one long rocky platform. Leon had overheard the conversation between Roxanne and her Geodude, though, he was sure they didn't have to go easy one him. In this exchange, Leon thought that him and Hypno were the ones to be feared. Leon would analyze the situation, recollecting dozens of books, lectures, and conversations he'd had at the school while he was loitering around in it. Leon had heard Hypno's voice so often, it was his chance to increase his connection to the being.Hypno. We must win. We must defeat Roxanne.Strategy started to flow freely from his mind. It was though he had deeper access to all his memory banks. Hypno has melded wit hLeon, and given him access to all of his innate cognitive abilities. It felt almost like he was inside of a room with billions of filing cabinets, but knew immediately which ones he needed, in milliseconds he'd have everything sorted out. Hypno's powers to grow he'd need to slow his mind down, increase his psychic capabilities until he'd overflow and blast Geodude in a matter of a hit."I'm ready Roxanne." Leon was confident, harnessing Hypno's voice more than his own. "Hypno, show her!" As Hypno had made his way into the main stage, Leon would focus everything he had into his mind, blacking out the outside world and making mental of environment of his mind a reality.We have the upper hand here. Hypnosis will buy us time to become stronger.We become greater, build our strength while it sleeps, then destroy it one decisive blow. Calling out a command was just a formality at this point, something to show Roxanne that the bond Leon and Hypno had was a normal one, even though it had been anything but. They were two sides of the same coin. "Hypno! Use your pendant! Put it sleep!" Hypno was moving almost before the command was voiced, the mental impulse communicating far faster than physical vibrations could transmit. Hypno. Acknowledgement was perfunctory, unnecessary, the pendant already spinning, twirling in a silver blur. Don t look Geodude! Roxanne s reaction was whip quick, immediately ordering the countermove, but the circle traced in the air already had her pokemon s gaze and even as she watched it began to fall asleep.She folded her arms. That might be enough to handle a wild Pok mon Leon, but that s not enough for me. How long do you think until he wakes up? The rock Pok mon was already turning over, the rapid descent into unconsciousness leaving it susceptible to an equally rapid reawakening. Leon had a handful of seconds, half a minute at most. Come now Geodude. Roxanne chided. Get up! Leon could barely hear Roxanne, he was far too focused. His connection to Hypno was still new, and he wanted to do his best to develop it. Leon had never really realized how much time trainer's waste commanding their pokemon. All the time they'd spend shouting their commands, robbing the pokemon of the will to do what it does best, act as it would. Leon had cut out the middle man that was voice communication, and relied on both minds becoming one. Hypno had become an extension of Leon. Roxanne was a good trainer, Leon wouldn't blame her for the mistake, after all, how could she have possibility reacted fast enough to Hypno? "I... I think just long enough."Hurry strengthen yourself. Use calm mind! You might not have this chance again. "Hypno, use calm mind." Leon's voice sounded like a drop in an infinite expanse of water. "Keep going, don't stop." Leon had to time things carefully, he had to know how fast Geodude would awaken, as he didn't want to take any chances with his hypno taking damage.I will be your eyes. As soon as I give the mark, cast confusion right in front of you.Leon would avoid making Hypno watch for the Geodude's eyelids to come up, allowing Hypno every last second to calm his mind and raise his precision. Then, as soon as Geodude's eyes would open, Leon would make the call, "Hypno! Now! Confusion!" Roxanne s lip curled, this wasn t just amateur tactics, this was almost professional.Has he really studied this much? This is the sort of strategy I would expect from a League challenger. She met Leon eyes but he wasn t looking at her, he was staring at her Pok mon, his lips moving silently, subvocalising.When Geodude wakes up, the attack will come. He ll be waiting... Geodude turned over and Roxanne threw her hand out, Go! Rock throw! A half second too late, as she saw the pendant already beginning to move again. Now! Confusion! Roxanne s heart sank, this was... so much better than what she d expected. She had planned to have to throw the match a little but Leon could have faced her at her best and made her work for a win. The wave of psychic power slammed into her Pok mon and he tumbled across the arena, his stone skin providing little defence against the mental assault that came with it. G Geo... He reached, faltered, and slumped.Roxanne s fist clenched, no more going easy then. You re good. Better than I expected. Strobing crimson filled the arena. Nosepass. Roxanne wasn t giving any speeches about holding back this time. Let s go. Leon stopped feeling like he was himself, he just began to understood what it meant to be a Hypno. To be a a psychic being, he knew they were feared across the lands. Psychic pokemon were the only pokemon capable of turning people against people, humanities own worst nightmare was often itself. Chaos, confusion, fear were all of the weapons of the psychic typing. They weren't the strongest, not the quickest, but they could bond, they could become more by amassing strength from those beneath them. "It's not even me, really. It's Hypno.. He's just so strong." Leon speaks, practically breathless. Leon clenches his fist, feeling all of the meditative power coursing through the Hypno's mind. Geodude could do nothing to stop the build up, much to the disadvantage of Nosepass.There's no need to put it to sleep. We don't need such a crutch. Leon didn't think he'd be able to go toe to toe with Roxanne, someone he'd have such immense respect for. Though it was this deep admiration that would ultimately drive him. Leon really liked Roxanne, but didn't want to be a mere child to her. He wanted to show her that he had immense potential, that he would be her strongest challenger, like no other. Anything less than complete victory was unacceptable. "I can do this.. Wrong, no! That's wrong. WE can do this." Leon braces his feet, hunching forward as if he were about to tackle forward.We've already used speed, she'll see it coming this time. Not speed. Intelligence, we must be smarter. Dodge the next move, you're stronger than it. Dodge it, then use disable. It'll be helpless. Then, put your all into the next attack. Leon didn't know how fast the Hypno was, he couldn't tell how likely it'd be that the Hypno could dodge. His insecurity would be the doom of his new pokemon, he had to believe. "Hypno, prepare yourself to dodge the next attack! Then, you know what to do." Leon grins, the duo sharing a quick nod as Hypno prepares itself. They studied each other warily for a long moment, Nosepass and Hypno, Roxanne and Leon. Only that wasn't quite right to the dynamic. Leon and Hypno moved as one, met their opponents in unison. It was Hypnoand Leon meeting Nosepass and meeting Roxanne, teamwork on a whole other level, a one in a million connection."Rock tomb!" But Hypno was already moving as the builders began to fall, littering half the battlefield and hampering mobility there. But Leon's pokemon was already away, sprinting around the periphery of the arena. Hypno's eyes remained closed, feeling for Nosepass' mind with its own while Leon directed his footsteps to keep him moving, acted as his eyes to keep him safe. "Disable!"Disable! The part of Nosepass' mind that understood the move it had just done was isolated, cut off, and deadened, a twist of mental energy silencing that weapon. Roxanne figured out what happened in seconds, switching to Rock Throw an instant later to continue pelting boulders at Hypno but with the supreme coordination of the two the worst they could do was clip him, and all the while he fired back.Purple streamers filled the air, a mental barrage that warped the physical with it's raw intensity, hammering Nosepass' mind with confusion until it was dizzy and stumbling, nearly hitting itself with it's own attacks until finally, ponderously, it began to tilt. First to the left, then swaying upright only to overbalance to the right and fall, flat on it's side, knocked out.Leon's win.The pendant spun on it's string, flashing in the light, and Roxanne felt strangely tired...Leon understood that something was happening, something Hypno wanted, no... Somethinghe wanted? The pokemon was still using its powers, a handful of seconds past the end of the match it was still performing something, not quite an attack, but... Something else?Roxanne felt like her head was filling with clouds.She stood there, her expression going placidly slack, her eyes strangely empty and staring blankly into the middle distance, focused on everything and nothing.A receptive trance state. Leon was in two minds, on one end feeling the heat of battle, and on the other end feeling something strong for Roxanne. The power that surged through him craved more and more, after all, Leon had been feeding Hypno so many feelings. Feelings of loss, excitement, joy, but also feelings of need and desire. Leon was so confused, bonding with the Hypno had forced him to dissociate with himself, and now he was trying to separate the connection now that the battle was over. The battle high subsided as the Nosepass would fall, now all that was left was for Leon to take in the rest of the situation."Hypno!" Leon would cheer for his partner, "That was incredible. You did great.. You can rest now Hypno." Leon would speak, panting a little bit. Sweat had been pouring down along his body, almost as though a fever had overtaken him. His shirt had been completely wet, the thin material hardly able to conceal what was underneath. Leon looks closer at his partner, squinting, "Hypno, we're done now. You can rest. Hypno?" His eyes darted over to Roxanne, walking over closer to her. "That was a really good match, Roxa Roxanne?" Leon snaps a few fingers in front of her eyes. He was so delirious after the battle that he'd hardly understood what was going on."Hypno! What's going on?! You don't need to use your abilities on Roxanne. We're finished. You can rest now." Leon grabs hold of Roxanne's shoulders and shakes her up a little bit, trying to wake her up from the trance, his voice had gone hoarse and thin, the psychic connection had taken a lot of out of him as well. "Hypno?" The pokemon's look was startled, and even with the bond diminished Leon could feel its own confusion. "Is something wrong?" The shaking didn't seem to have brought Roxanne out of it either, though her blank eyes now had a little spark of life in them as they focused upon him. "Hypno," The Pokemon was confused, puzzled even, this was what Leon wanted, he'd drunk deep of the boys' dreams and grown strong on his waking subconscious, only to Hypno the concept of 'subconscious' was simply something that did not translate. A layer of thought below awareness? One that the thinker could not perceive? Psychic pokemon in particular had no such portion of their minds."Hypno. Hyp Hyp no." His expression firmed, he did not understand why Leon acted unaware of his own desires, but there was no reason for him to do so. Roxanne was attracted to him, it did not take a psychic type to see that there was a spark between them, even if it hadn't yet blossomed into something more. That something more was expected by human standards, but to pokemon, the spark was all it took, as well as perhaps a little discernment, but Leon was strong, Leon had just proved his strength, what more should be needed than that for Roxanne to take him as a worthy mate?"What's the matter Leon?" Roxanne repeated as Hypno took up the strings Leon had chosen to leave slack. Specific actions and words were hard to convey into a human's mind, but impressions were simple enough. The want deep down, combined with a dash of possessiveness and a touch of protective instinct, he amplified them into the Gym Leader's thoughts. She stepped into Leon's grasp, eyes still blank, her arms coming up to undo the buttons of her blouse, one by one. "Isn't this what you want?" Looking up at him with a coy playful smile, before she pulled him into a kiss with one hand, her other hand still slowly working her shirt open. "Don't you like my body?" Leon couldn't quite tell what had been going on, completely exhausted after severing his bond. But it was more a matter of degrees, he could still get a faint sense of what Hypno had been communicating to him. During battle Leon had to sync completely with his partner, almost feeling like the same being or entity, but now Hypno had acted more like an additional limb for Leon. Hypno had never distinguished between Leon's desires and social appropriateness. There was no super ego to control manners and impulses. Leon was young, he couldn't really understand that. He worried that Hypno might be forcing Roxanne. Though he disagreed on the surface, inwardly, Leon was desperate to feel Roxanne. To run his fingers all over her skin, to wrap his arms around her and take her to be his. He should've known Hypno would pick up on this.It was perfect that Roxanne was the first person he'd battle with, as there was something already there that existed between her and Leon. Leon would look at Hypno for a brief few moments, almost like checking to make sure this was okay. Hypno had become a teacher, one who would show Leon to take what he needed from the woman that he loved. Leon saw Roxanne as a teacher, mentor, but a giving figure who would provide him with the love he'd always craved. Leon felt hypersensitive, every touch would feel fever warm as the distance between them had begun to close."I'm just.. I don't know if this is right." His body would betray his words, his hands running up along Roxanne's leggings, tracing the shape of her legs against the skin tight leggings she'd worn. Drool falls from the sides of his lips, his hearts beats at the rhythm of each button on Roxanne's blouse coming loose, giving him a look at what she'd had on underneath her. Leon was desperate to look at Roxanne in her underwear, the way she'd look when she was at home relaxed, a sight he'd though he'd never get to enjoy due to that thin veil of professionalism. Leon placed both of his hands on each cheek of her ass, lightly squeezing.He showed his inexperience through his kiss, it was sloppy, he barely knew what to do with his lips. He just basked, just passively enjoyed the way she tasted. "This is what I want Roxanne." Leon spoke out in a dazed fashion. "Your body is amazing Roxanne. I want to feel every inch. I want you for hours on end." Leon had to do everything he could to tear his eyes away from her chest, to look into her eyes, "I can't stand not being able to feel your incredible body." Leon's breathing picked up, his member becoming stiff and visible through his small beige trainer shorts. "But.. I don't want to ruin your career. I care about you so much." Hypno nodded to him, of course it was right to a Pokemon's mind, why would it not be? It was somewhat a formality in any case, Leon was already accepting it, this just affirmed that to him. "Hypno." One last, soft, remark, and then the pokemon faded back, content to watch his trainer take his first mate.And there was little doubt that Roxanne would not be the last. His trainer was strong, their bond was strong, he would be worthy of many females.Meanwhile, Roxanne's motions were growing smoother, the blank look in her eyes fading some, though it was still lurking if one cared to look. Theinstructions gave her purpose, cut through the clouds in her head and let her think, even if that thinking was limited in ways she simplycouldn't be aware of in her tranced state. She cared for Leon, shewanted Leon, those were things dredged up from within herself, amplified, but as Leon spoke, others became clear as well, like a mist parting, making her see things she simply hadn't realized before. Carnal wants, to touch, to feel, to taste, she wanted thembecause he wanted them, it made perfect sense.His fingers against her rear, cupping the curve of her ass and crumpling the bottom of her dress as he pressed his hands against her tights. She helped him along, squirming her arms up, pulling the dress entirely upwards and over her head before her fingers went back to the buttons of her shirt. It didn't go low enough to cover her bottom half without the dress, and her tights were sheer enough to see the panties through them, thin enough to feel the lines of her underwear, delicate enough that Leon would know if he wanted he could simplytear the skintight fabric to get at what he wanted. The thought of it sent a thrill through her, even if she wasn't sure if Leon would go through with that. "It's sweet that you care." She murmured, "but you don't need to worry. Whatever you decide is fine with me." She was on the pill, so pregnancy wasn't much of a risk, and it wasn't like Leon would go blabbing about this to people.A darker knowledge knew that in this state, she wouldn't care even if hedid tell everyone, some part of her aware that she would be okay with anything he asked, anything he did. She wasn't afraid of that, in fact she was perfectly okay with it, yet for the moment that degree to which her submission in this state was utter and total remained hidden, at least for now...Unaware of her own internal byplay, Roxanne pressed closer to Leon again. "I want you to undo my bra " she whispered, before pressing her lips to his again, slower, tender, trying to teach him how to kiss through demonstration as she felt his hands fumble between her shoulderblades. Leon could only feel all of the different facets of his personality in the moment. Everything besides the shy boy that he'd inhabited had come to the foreground. Leon had become a mess of feelings, needs, and inhibitions at the hands of his new friend. Humans were so different from Pokemon, in the sense that they had a more pure sense of taking what they needed. To eat without concern for politeness, stemming from hunger alone. Hypno was teaching Leon a lesson in being true to his hunger. Leon was better with Hypno, he had the potential to not only become one of the strongest trainers, but also one of the most influential people in the whole region. All the while, Leon would consider how he could repay Hypno for giving him this blessing. It was exhausting for Leon to have a complete bonding with Hypno, but he would surely change this in the future, wanting complete connection all the time.He did his best to avoid being lost in thought, Roxanne's beautiful body grounding him back into the world to focus on his own satisfaction.I want to forget about everything right now.The words would sink into his mind while he dips his fingers through Roxanne's tights, he'd move his fingers around until feeling the thin straps of her panties, pushing his fingers up underneath them, pulling them up and letting them go, letting them snap up against her bare skin. He would become sensitive to Roxanne's breathing, each hitch, every time it would accelerate, as if become familiar with her aura. The space between them had been virtually non existent, her scent leaked into his mind, a fulfilling sensation all on its own. With each minor satisfaction came more need, it was only enough for so long.His hands were small, but still carried strength. With so much anxious energy and need driving him, he'd gained a sort of supernatural strength. Roxanne's tights would develop small tears from Leon's need to explore her body, making some light bruises along the way. A battle had begun in the midst of their kiss, his movements wild and unhinged. He slowed down his vigor and the messy lack of control, following Roxanne's movements, he wanted to prove to her that her own pleasure was important to him. Bits of his caring, compassionate side still alive and well in the interaction.Leon would pull his lips away reluctantly, longing still plastered all over his face, though now a little red with embarrassment."Roxanne.." He utters a little nervously, letting his fingers come up from her ass and around her shoulders, where he'd touch her bra straps. He navigated like an amateur, feeling all around her back for the clip. "I.. I've never taken a bra off, before.. I don't know how." His breathing became heavy, the hot air blowing up against Roxanne's bare skin. He'd trace his hand around to the front of her breasts, touching each of the cups, grazing her nipples as he'd look for a clip in the front, "Or, uh, is it from the front?" Little hitches as his grip tightened on her small gasps, threaded with faint vocalizations. It was obvious that he was just exploring, finding his way around her body, but she didn't mind the slightly fumbling motions, the occasionally too tight or too loose grip. Roxanne gave an uncharacteristic giggle, her breathing coming heavier as Leon's fingers teased the edges of her breasts, palmed the cups, glided against the skin. It felt like lightning, like all her hairs standing on end, and she knew instinctively that it wasLeon doing this to her, not the time since she'd last been with a man, not the dry spell that had preceded this evening.It was him, it was because he wanted to touch her, and it felt good to give him what he wanted.To give him anything he wanted."At the back, very center, a hook." She took his wrists and guided him around her body to try again, then reached up, unhooking the straps that kept the underwear at shoulder height, slipping them down her forerams and then peeling the cups down before pressing close again. The Bra was still somewhat in the way, but to the eye her breasts were bare, and to the touch she could press forward, the hard points of her nipples accompanying the soft pressure of her chest against Leon's torso.A brief reach back showed off a little flexibility as Roxanne's fingers found his, guiding him somewhat clumsily to where the bra hooked into itself. "There..." She whispered, before giving him another kiss, slowly trading little presses of lips back and forth with him as he clumsily worked the deceptively complicated hooks. Encouraging him with little whispers as he worked. Leon couldn't help but froth at the mouth as her bra came undone slowly, bit by bit, whetting his appetite with each moment. The agony of not being able to press his face against her bare skin had caused his whole body to throb, along with his relative boyish inexperience, it had been a combination for sexual frustration. His hands would become deadened as she guided him up to the clip, picking up the strength once more once he'd feel the lace. At this point, his body would pick up feverish heat, gazing at her bare breasts, hardly able to remember his objective. His face would press down into Roxanne's cleavage, inhaling the scent of her womanly body. He'd grab hold the clip of her bra, undoing it with clumsy desire and letting it all fall into his hands, he'd toss it off to the side.Next was a kind of ecstasy he'd never thought to feel. Being smothered in the midst of his idol's breasts, so many dreams of the way she tasted, yet none of them had come close to the real thing. His face submerged into her deep, voluptuous cleavage, his tongue rolling out from his mouth as he'd lick up and down. Slow for the first taste, wanting to treasure the moment, then hungrily lapping her up. He'd roll his smooth, young face to her right breast, littering her nipples with long wet kisses while his left hand would massage her free breasts, dipping his fingers around the nipple, rubbing smooth circles along the edge. With his one free hand, he'd grab her ass, keeping her in a tight clutch as she'd push both of them up against one of the rocky formations of Roxanne's gym, pressing her back up against the smooth sandy texture.He bites down on the nipple he's been greedily sucking on, nibbling it softly in between both of his lips, bits of drool falling from her breast, rolling along her skin. He could no longer handle not having every inch of his body enjoying Roxanne, he'd grab a hold of Roxanne's tights and tear off some of the fabric near her ass, letting each cheek spill free for him to squeeze. This was everything he'd ever wanted, he'd forgotten all about being a trainer, all about exploring the world, none of it meant anything if he couldn't feel Roxanne. His member throbbed underneath his shorts, a full bulge pressed up inside, his hips grinding back and forth, brushing up against Roxanne's torn up leggings. The lack of dignity would have been offputting in other situations but the rawwant in Leon's actions, the frenzied desire for her, it was frightening and arousing all at once, the latter in particular helped along by the sloppy yet enthusiastic work of his tongue against her breasts and in the valley of her cleavage. He was rough, almost animalistic, kissing, nipping, groping, and even if she wasn't sure she'd have bruises, Roxanne knew she was going to be sore when this was done.Her breath came in short pants now and as her back hit the stone she gasped harshly, the next breath coming in shuddering double time until she felt his teeth against her nipple. That brought a sharp cry to her lips, pleasured, shocked, gasping. Even with the fog slightly parted, Roxanne felt as though her thoughts were drowning in Leon's desire as well as her own, his lust for her a nearly tangible thing. She heard her tights tearing, felt cool air against her ass and thighs, then hot pressure, Leon pressing against her hips,between her legs, an unmistakeable hardness grinding through layered fabric, pressing right agaisnt her core and startling and hungry groan from her.Her underwear, his underwear, two layers of clothes, two layers too many. Urgently she put a hand down, trying to push down his shorts, scrabbling for the pulsing hardness she couldfeel straining to get out. He'd reverted into something primal, not really knowing how any of this worked, but still relying on instinct. It might have been the first time that he was ever comfortable with his feelings, like there had been nothing wrong with needing Roxanne. Alerted by the sudden rush of air he'd feel from his pants drooping loose, he pulled away to watch the next part of the act unfold. He'd reluctantly pull his lips away from Roxanne's soft flesh, a trail of saliva connected from the tip of her hard nipples to the end of his mouth. His hands would remain, making sure to continue their slow, rhythmic kneading motion against her breasts.Once she'd unbuttoned his pants, he'd shimmy out of them. All that remained between her and his aching member was the thin fabric of his graphic boxers. They were innocent, cartoon characters and pokemon images kind of innocent, a complete juxtaposition of the situation he'd find himself in now. The button of his boxers were straining, just one click until the boy would release his developing manhood to be touched by his first woman. "I.. I'm so glad it's you." He would look into Roxanne's eyes, kissing her once more, this time with such a multitude of feelings. Passion, love, desire, the confusion of growing up all in one.Leon pressed his fingers against the button, popping it loose, letting his cock come tumbling loose from the hole. It bobbed in place for a few moments, his body was still adjusting to the weight of his fully erect member, he was like an animal trying to learn to use a brand new feature of his body. "Ohh.." He'd breath out restlessly, feeling all of the trapped tension release as his cock would come free. The shaft was a good size, the kind of cock that he'd need to relieve before stepping out of the home or else have to try to put up with dozens of giggling school girls. The tip was had a bulbous mushroom shape, swollen, with drops of precum spilling from the slit and up against Roxanne's tights, where it had landed.His cock was tortured though. Thick, with a pulsing vein running down along the underside. It had yet to know the sweet pleasure of release. Roxanne had ignited this in him, his new found discovery. The tip of his cock had run up against what was left of Roxanne's tights, smearing them just a little. "I just.. I want a little taste." He'd let his finger slither in underneath Roxanne's panties, pulling them to the side, then rest his cock up against her pussy lips, slowly grinding back and forth. He knew to take things slow.It was in moments like this, where he'd feel connected to Hypno. In the midst of a heated battle, in the midst of passion, whenever he'd let go of his superego and get lost in what was primal. This connection would give him supernatural charisma, make him more beautiful to behold, every part of him becoming an object of desire. In this case, his cock would become an object of worship for those in a trance like state. It was a new universe, one where he'd be king. He kissed her again and this time she could taste herself on him, her skin, her sweat. Her senses felt supercharged, mind bending combination of fogged haze and glassy clarity, total focus on Leon as his hips swayed, grinding against her thighs, pressing against her core. Pants gone, one layer of fabric left now, her tights were torn, her panties pushed aside, things she would never have let anyone do before, things she would never have wanted before, until here, until now, untilhim. He was glad it was her, and all she could manage was a wordless nod in return, unable to articulate the contradictory desires, stemming from her in some places, from the trance in others, a perfectly confusing medley of desperate need.The button came apart with a little *snap* of releasing fabric, and flesh met flesh with an audible slap. Heat pressed agaisnt her leg, so close, soachingly damnably close to her womanhood. Unconsciously Roxanne adjusted her stance, spreading her thighs a little wider, feeling the radiating warmth of him almost like a physical pressure against her. Then heactually pressed against her and that notion was flattened by the undignified squeak the Gym Leader made and the involuntary jerk of her hips that accompanied it. His shaftground against her labia, parting the slick outer lips of her womanhood with ease. Like she was made to fit with him, or him with her.Roxanne didn't beg, didn't debase herself to a partner. She'd never gone to bed with a man who didn't respect her.Roxanne didn't care, didn't wantanything that Leon did not wish for her to want."Please " her voice trembled, a heady whimper, she shivered, trembled, her hand wrapped around his shaft, she guided him to her, hot, wet, needing. "Please... F Fuhh !" Her voice broke as shepushed her hips downwards, wrapping the first two inches of Leon in the slippery tightness of her pussy. Burning hot, slick and wet, clenching around him as the walls were parted by his shaft. "Please ! Please fuck me please !" She shuddered. "Fuck me..." She wanted to worship him, worship his cock, she'd do anything for it, anything for him. The part of her that understood the wrongness of this, buried deep under layers of trance and lust... It was dying, being overwritten by Leon's wants, both his verbal demands and his subconscious desires.She was his, if he asked. Shebelonged to him. He would've never thought his first experience would ever be so explosive. His shirt had become completely drenched in sweat. He couldn't stop to really think, only utter out the occasional desire to reaffirm his love for Roxanne. The prisoner that was his lust had broken free from its cage, ruling his mind and heart. After allowing a portion of himself to slip into Roxanne, he'd lost all ability to hold back. He knew she wanted it, he knew that this was much for her as it was for him. He had to believe that, at least. He couldn't stand the thought of showing this side of him to any other woman.The first few inches went in slowly, the same way he'd explore something completely brand new to him. Each inch would submerge slowly into Roxanne's delicate opening until she could feel him deep inside of him. Then, it was his turn to make the first movement, slowly moving his hips back and then forth, picking up speed with each movement until his hips had begun to jerk violently. Leon's thick member had melted into her vagina, combining until they were hard to distinguish from one another. Two people, with every inch of skin against another, flowing against each other against the rocky formation.Each of his hands and clasped Roxanne's, the spaces between her fingers occupied by Leon. Each thrust was chaotic, messy. Her back would brush up and down each time he'd thrust his hips upward, until she'd been slightly above him, her feet off the floor, suspended by the sheer pressure of Leon's body trapping her. He was unable to speak or process any longer, each sensation speaking volumes about he had felt. Her inviting body would cover his cock in her moisture, his cock gliding in and out of her body with a sloppy noise as it'd reach the extent of it's length, pull down and then return once again to feel it all over again.It was so hard for him to maintain. He wanted this endeavor to last a life time, he'd mutter a curse each time he felt his stress surging through his cock, ready to erupt and fill her with his young, potent semen. Leon had fallen suit into a trance, not one built from his partner, but one that would stem from the look of Roxanne's body. She'd developed a beautiful sheen of moisture along every inch of her skin, he could feel the tightness of her vagina begin to give way with each thrust, breaking her resistance down thrust after thrust.Leon wanted her for a lifetime. He wished he could capture this moment, live in it forever, until his body with collapse in insanity."Roxanne !" Leon would bite his lips, what would come out were a multitude of muffled grunts and sighs. The frustration of keeping himself on the edge was too much, he needed to release, but he couldn't. He'd bury his face into Roxanne's cleavage, a desperate attempt to focus on her pleasure so his cock wouldn't give out. "Roxanne! I want you to be mine!" He'd wanted to say it for so long, he never could, not until now. He'd use his surge of confidence to tell her how frustrating it's been, to not have her body, to not be able to express how deep his need had been on her body.There was no way he could last much longer. He clung to her,lifted her, pressing her back against the rock as he entered her, slow at first, then hastening, pushing deeper, spreading her,claiming her. He was so strong,when did he get this strong? Pushing her,pinning her against the rock as he fucked her. His motions were erratic, frenzied and furious, pounding her with such force that she felt as though the rock should be cracking behind her and knew she would be thebest kind of sore afterwards.Her legs lifted, wrapping around him as her hips bucked, meeting his thrusts with her own motions, feeling him pulse inside her,knowing that he should go off at any moment and welcoming it. It didn't matter as long as it was him,nothing mattered as long as it was him. "L Leon ! Fuck " Mingled sweat and arousal dripped down her legs, dampening the sand and the rock. "F fuck me !" Dignity, career, dreams, aspirations, his cock was pounding them out of her head, one by one, filling not just her aching womanhood but also her mind. She clenched tighter, welcomed him deeper, begged him to do more, harder, faster."Fuck me!"The little voice that issued dire warnings, deep inside, smothered by lust and the fog of trance, grew smaller..."Take me!"And smaller..."Kuh ! C Claim me!"And smaller..."Roxanne! I want you to be mine!" And everything just wentwhite.Pleasure blasted through her, Roxanne's whole body jerking as she experienced an almost literally mind melting orgasm. The command sank deep into her as the pleasure bared her down to the core, allowing the command to dig itself into her deepest self, to take root in her very personality. She clenched around him, eyes rolling back as she felt him insinuate himself into her thoughts, his command imprinting on her mind.Yours. Leon's. I am Leon's. It was the last complete thought she mustered before the sheer raw ecstasy swept her consciousness away, leaving her to twitch and spasm, still wrapped tightly around Leon's cock as she shuddered her way mindlessly through the sensations. It's true. He was far stronger than he'd ever been before. A boy that couldn't have been more than 14 years old was now picking up a girl who'd been taller than him, ramming his body back and forth up against the rock. Hypnosis is often referred to in the mental domain, but what had occurred was something far more spiritual. He'd become an object of worship, tripping up completely on the way it'd make him feel. It was so dangerous for his mindset, to claim the seat of a king as a child, but Roxanne had made it impossible for him to feel like anything less than a deity. He just wanted to be buried in her flesh, suck on it for hours on end, fuck her till she was sore, until her legs would break and snap from the force.Leon would help her drape around his body, grabbing hold of both of her legs, letting them rest against his shoulders while her ass would sink into a deep folded position up against the rock. He'd spread her legs out as far as he could, wanted to get the best access into her body for when he'd blow his overwhelming stress. His fingers dipped deep into her flesh, a claw like grip causing purple bruising against her thighs. He wanted to make sure that he could drain Roxanne of all her inhibitions, teach her what she needs, rewire her mind to focus exclusively on his cock. He couldn't experience sweet release until he was sure he'd converted Roxanne into being his worship girl.He'd bite down hard onto his lips, a drop of blood slipping from his bottom lip. Leon could feel the eruption of pleasure coursing through her body, his strokes would become unpredictable. Faster, slower, faster, slower.. he'd keep her guessing, increasing her frustration until satisfying it, then building it up all over again.But it was time. He needed release.Her voice would become smaller, but the sensations would become more extreme all culminating into the moment where'd he pause his motion. Feeling the first shot of cum blasting out from his slit, filling her up in the depth of her pussy. He'd rock wildly."Oh god! I can't fucking pull out! Fuck! I want to fill you so bad "He wasn't asking for any permission, but as balls would empty his sense of right and wrong would slowly begin to return. He'd growl hard, feeling big thick strands of ropey cum shooting from his hard member, he'd never felt an orgasm like this before. He'd try touching himself, but never to any success. Nothing was ever enough to blow his stress loose, this was what it took. He needed her pussy. He'd push his on his arms, causing the arch in Roxanne's lower back to dip even deeper, reaching for her hair, grabbing hold of a few strands and yanking them down while he fills her with his seed. Drops of warm sticky semen would drip out from Roxanne's labia, rolling down along her legs."I shouldn't have done this." He pants, attempting to catch his breath. Roxanne's head lolled, her entire body limp but for the twitches as aftershocks of her orgasm ran through her. Her eyelids fluttered as consciousness reasserted itself, and thenreasserted itself, the haze of the trance fading away, as ephemeral as the mist it had resembled. Her brown eyes focused, cleared and bright, lacking any sign of the dullness of before."Why not?" She could feel warmth deep inside, in her pussy, in her womb, and yet, while there was a niggling sense that she should be mad, or at least a little bit irritated, but she couldn't really make herself feel those negative emotions and the impulse passed an instant later. Why would she be mad about it for real? She belonged to him after all another blip in her mind, a sense that this too was not quite right, flashing by, appearing and vanishing how could she possibly be angry at him for using her as he wished?"Leon?" Come to think of it, why would he be saying that in the first place? Did he feel guilty? Had he done something wrong? Reaching up with shaky arms, Roxanne wrapped them around the young trainer who'd become her owner. "Leon it's okay. I'm yours, you don't need to feel guilty about anything you do to me." She was on the pill anyways, so there wasn't nearly as much risk of her getting pregnant, and even if she did, it would be worth it to carry his child. Unless he didn't want her to of course she supposed. He'd felt satisfied in a physical sense, but he'd have a difficult time processing what he'd just done. Should he just run away? He didn't know just yet. His body would shiver intensely from the experience of being with a woman for the first time. Leon preferred to just lay with Roxanne for sometime, his moist body would become deadened inside of her embrace. He'd look back, for just a moment to see Hypno still close by, he'd been watching the whole time. Leon couldn't tell what was going through Hypno's mind at the moment, as the trance had turned to vapor in his mind, and released through each of his pores."I feel like I shouldn't have done this to you." He couldn't explain any of it, it was just a child like sense of wrongdoing. An instinct. In reality, everything about it had felt just perfect, but he couldn't shake this feeling of contradiction. "I guess I was just told that I wasn't supposed to have these feelings for you." Roxanne had been his mentor figure for so long, standing up over him, guiding him with a mixture of professionalism with an undertone of care. He'd never thought feel his naked body over her's. To be able to press his hands up against her breasts.Leon turned his head a bit, staring blankly at one of the walls. Although he wanted to run. What would he do when he was horny again? When he'd play back the feeling of Roxanne? There was no way he could resist having more. "I've made a mess of you too. You're so dirty." It was a struggle for him to get up, slouched up against the rock. He'd peek to the side, making sure no one was there before grabbing hold of his boxer shorts, folding it up into a makeshift rag and running it down Roxanne's legs in an attempt to clean her used body.While brushing her legs dry, he'd see her moist hole, still oozing with his work. "I filled you. No! That doesn't mean I? I couldn't." The realization would dawn on him as he'd re assume his rational state that he may have just done something horrible to Roxanne. "Oh god, no.. Hypno we have to leave!" He'd stumble off of Roxanne's body and reach for his clothing, putting them on hastily as he'd start to rush out the door, grabbing his friends paw on the way out. Leon was given the gift of a god, but he wasn't anywhere close to being one yet. He was only a boy. All he'd manage to do so far was wear the king's clothing. "I'm sorry, I'll figure this out! I'll get help! I'm so sorry." He'd wipe a tear falling from his eyes, turning his back on her to go search for his bike.He'd made love to Roxanne, given her a taste of the combined force of Hypno and his new master. He'd thought this would be the last time he'd ever be that intimate with Roxanne. The thought that he could use Hypno to fuck herds of women had only crossed him in brilliant flashes when his manhood had been submerged inside of Roxanne. He tried his best to push them away now, as far as he could. Roxanne stayed leaning against the rock even as her feet got under her again, watching with concern as Leon fretted at her. "Leon... Leon really it's fine." He wasn't listening to her, talking without taking in what she said. It had been sudden, intense, perhaps he simply needed time to accept it?But she couldn't reassure him, he just rambled. It was sweet of him to clean her up at least, wiping the mixture of their juices from her thighs with his boxers. She was still wearing her tights, torn at the crotch and cum spattered as they were, but he was trying.Then he caught sight of the cum still oozing out of her pussy. She felt a perverse sort of pride at it even, the look of it, thefeel of his seed in her womb, the possibility he might have impregnated her. She had a feeling he hadn't, but still, it was a curiously intriguing thought. She'd never considered herrself the sort to want children before, but for Leon...Whatever the effect on her though, it seemed opposite for him. Whether it was traumatizing all on its own or simply the last in a string of confusing revelations, that sight made Leon run, and Roxanne barely managed to shout after him before he was gone, racing out into the night, half dressed, leaving behind only the smell of sex and the pleasant ache of having been well andthoroughly fucked in the best possible way.She wasn't sure how long she stayed there, just silently wondering at the boulder strewn field, her rumpled and scattered clothes, and the lingering satisfaction...What would she do if he didn't come back?Heaving a sigh, Roxanne moved to start cleaning up the gym. She'd deal with this in the morning. She... Didn't know what to do if he didn't show up later, but...He'd come back for her, right? It was time for Leon to return home for the night. Things had slowly spiraled into a nightmare for him. The highest high, followed by the lowest low. He'd needed plenty of time to think about what he'd done. He would clutch Hypno's paw tightly as they'd walk through the forest back to his home. He'd wondered how Hypno felt about the whole situation. Maybe everything was just as confusing to Hypno as it was to him."Sorry Hypno, you're just a little too big for the basket." He'd refer to the basket on his bike, chuckling a little bit to try and forget for a brief moment.His home was quiet, much different from bustling streets of Rustboro. Acres of tall grass all around him with a cavern up on the east end of the Route's long strip. Hikers had always been traveling along the route to head into the next city, sometimes stopping by and telling him stories about their adventures. It was quieter tonight, he'd hardly even realize that he'd been in Rustboro for so long. A lot had happened to him."Oh, no.. I can't let mom see you, Hypno. Uhh.." Leon would look through the shed next to his house, pulling out one of his poncho's that he'd wear during the rainy season and putting it over Hypno. "You're about tall enough to just be a school friend.. Yeah, I think that works." He'd decided. Hopefully mom had just been asleep or out at work later than usual. It would be best for him to not even worry about checking, heading straight upstairs and into his bedroom. He'd still had the scent of Roxanne lingering all over his clothes, his boxers stained completely of the love they'd share together.Hypno and Leon would tiptoe up the stairs and into his bedroom. A look inside, and you wouldn't have thought this kid had just mercilessly fucked Rustboro's gym leader. Posters of the different gym leaders had been plastered all over his wall. Leon had watched tournaments on television ever since he was a little kid, always asking his mom to record any match that had featured Cynthia. The thought of challenging her had never crossed his mind, he'd knew he'd be wrecked.But what if that could change with Hypno?He sighed, shaking the thought from his mind dropping his back pack onto the floor and tumbling onto the bed. Although he'd rushed away thoughtlessly, he couldn't help but already miss Roxanne's touch. It's because of what he'd done to Roxanne that he felt the way that he did, but Roxanne would also be the only one to really help him. She'd always had when he was struggling. His body was largely dead on the bed, but his arms would reach out, unzipping his backpack and pulling out his boxers. The scent was so fresh, he'd wish it had only been her lingering through his clothing."I did the wrong thing, Hypno. I should have stayed with her. I mean, I really think I wouldn't even mind marrying Roxanne. We could have kids together and live in Rustboro. I think I'd be happy.. But, I guess I should find figure out how to provide for her first, huh? I might be.. a dad? If I'm a dad, I have to be stronger for Roxanne. I should go back to her." He'd see Hypno sitting down on the wood floor, "I should find you a bed or something." He'd grab a couple of blankets, stacking them on top of each other, laying them down next to Hypno for him to rest on. "There, I know it's not the best, but one day, I promise I'll get you a king sized and a palace.""I should go back to her, right?" He stares into Hypno's eyes, waiting for some kind of a response. Hypno was... Confused.His partner was a roil of emotions, a tangle more complex than anything the pokemon had ever witnessed, even from Leon himself. Guilt was strong, self loathing, then self recrimination, then slowly settling. He did his best to untangle, to make sense of the mess of impulse and sentiment, to understand what his partner was feeling, what his partner wanted. He'd been given a worthy mate, he'd claimed her, Hypno hadseen her mind twist into the shape of his desires, warp to match his wishes. He had given her to him, and now...Now he was slowly beginning to calm down, just barely as they approached the home. He followed his partner up the stairs, still mulling over the whirl of the boy's thoughts.Longing. Melancholy. The emotions were settling and shifting, folding over from immediate reactions into reflection, contemplation. Hypno listened as Leon talked, smiled and snorted at the affection in his partner's voice, but he was more focused on the thoughts behind the words, becoming more comprehensible, more sensible, until it came down to the question.It was an easy question. Hypno took many mates, but whiel they might leave a mate in a place, they would never leave that mate behind entirely.He nodded.Go back to her. With the thought, a lot of Leon's mind had been set straight. It was like a bolt of lightning had shot through the chaos, letting light leak back into his brain. "Yeah, you're right.. I think she's got the day off tomorrow? It's Sunday. I'll go there first thing in the morning." He'd lay both of his feet up over on the bed after finishing making Hypno his home. He didn't know if his mom would show up in his room after returning from work, so he'd just decided to go down and greet her himself after she'd come home. "I don't have any pokemon food on me, but you know.. My mom does grow a lot of berries. I think I could go pick some for you."Leon had spent a good amount of time walking home from Rustboro, yet still felt the need to get fresh air. It was like everything had felt kind of tight. He'd understand this feeling to be guilt. It wasn't only Roxanne that he'd left, but he'd also probably confused Hypno quite a bit. He was only trying to help after all. If anything, Hypno knew his needs much better than him. "Hang on here, Hypno. I'll be right back with some berries."What if Hypno could give him even more? He'd think for a split second. Maybe that was what Hypno liked to do? Leon would go to Roxanne tomorrow and claim devotion to her, maybe even ask her to become his girlfriend. Vow to love her. But with this much power, would it be possible for him to not indulge in other woman. Especially if he were to travel so far and wide. Leon's hands would move on autopilot as the deluge of thoughts would come racing.Leon's mother would come home to see him picking the berries, they'd have a small conversation before she'd return to her bed, letting him know she'd turn in early for the day. Hypno would be left alone in his room for sometime, his vision being bombarded by so much stimulus. Posters, a TV, game consoles.. There were several female gym leaders plastered all over his wall, some of which he'd find to be even more desirable than Roxanne at a more base level.After returning with a handful of Chesto berries, he'd grab hold of a plate he'd take from the dining room downstairs, set it in front of Hypno and leave them for him to eat overnight. "Well, if there's nothing else you need.. I'm going to bed for the night. Let's go to Roxanne's first thing in the morning tomorrow." Hypno was content to wait, it gave him time to sort out his own thoughts. Humans were clearly more complicated than Pokemon were, and while some of that complexity had clearly worked out for them, the emotional turmoil Leon had gone through was something of a drawback to it. Clearly complexity had its downsides, guilt in particular was a new sensation, at least, in response to this, especially when Hypno had the time to take in the posters on Leon's walls while he waited. Who were these females? Prospective mates? Roxanne was among them though, so did something make her different?The idea ofnot taking multiple mates while not unheard of to pokemon was at the very least unusual. Monogamy was a largely human construct, and so, several things simply did not make sense, and still didn't when Leon finally returned, berries in hand.Perhaps Hypno thought he needed to help his partner a little, help Leon to see things the way a pokemon saw them, or at least enough that way that he would not feel so anguished at exercising his right. It had been something of a thrill for him too, watching humans, could pokemon mate with humans? Would Leon let him find out?Leon's lights flicked off, Hypno sat cross legged a while longer in the dark, staring at the posters and contemplating the man his partner would become...Dawn came with the sound of birds on the breeze. Though there was a chill in the aearly morning air, the sun's shine warmed the world. In Rustboro, Roxanne rubbed at her eyes as she rolled out of bed. She'd showered and changed last night, quietly discarding the ripped tights and stained panties, but she still felt a deep and pleasing ache in her muscles as well as a few bruises on her ass and thighs that made her flush and squirm as she sat down for breakfast in her apartment near the gym complex.Will he come back? I hope he will...She was silently planning to go up to his house and hope to find him there if he didn't show up by the end of the day, but she had her job to do. She just had to hope her Master would be considerate of her own needs... It took so long for him to drift off to sleep, tossing and turning was the only thing he could do for a while. There was so much to think about for Leon as well. Surely there were other trainers who had a Hypno for their partner, or even other psychic types. What was it about his Hypno that made him such a potent hypnotist? If other people would caught onto the true destructive power of Hypno, then wouldn't they use Hypno to their advantage in much to the same way. The thought kept him up, looming over his event with Roxanne. Leon needed to get their first, so that other people would not be able to use the beings. Leon's Hypno needed to get much stronger, and much quicker too.It was the bond, the bond gave him the power to exceed other trainer's and their relationship with Hypno. In many ways, Hypno has been an unseen servant to the boy for many years. While Hypno struggled with some of the complexities, he knew that which was primal and untainted by progressive human law. But would Leon ever come to realize this about his partner? Perhaps he would come closer with every victory, with a more full, complete psychic connection.Leon wondered if Hypno had felt arousal from watching him with Roxanne, wondered what it would be like for Hypno to receive the same kinds of treatment from a human woman. What about their offspring? Imagine what they'd accomplish even. Leon was too weak willed at the moment to find a victim for his thoughts. He wasn't ready to begin his experiments quite yet. His collapsing innocence had felt the first cracks, but they had not crumbled.After all, he'd view Roxanne as his girlfriend. She wasn't just his fuck puppet quite yet, to be used and tossed to the side. No, he wanted to build genuine love with Roxanne. With that thought his eyes would flutter open into the next morning. The window in his bedroom would offer an incredible view of the scenario, stretching all the way out to the Rusturf tunnels and the tall buildings of Rustboro.Leon would palm his cock, he'd usually woken up so stiff each morning with no real answer for pleasure. Usually allowing his dreams to take care of him in replacement for jerking himself off. Today though, he was so relaxed. While not completely flaccid, he didn't need to spend sometime icing his shaft in order to avoid running around with the thing jutting through his shorts. "Alright, Hypno.. It's time we went and saw Roxanne. I already miss her so much."His boxers from the day before had been tucked in underneath his pillow, he'd have a lot of explaining to do for his mom if he'd forgotten. He wasn't planning on coming after visiting Roxanne so he started to pack up all of his essentials: A map, some medicine, snacks for the road, some spare clothing, a bedroll, and all of the savings he'd had on him in the event he'd ever be lucky enough to go on his own adventure.With that, he'd go off to Rustboro city. In a little less than an hour he'd show up at Roxanne's door step, bringing along with him a couple of flowers that he'd picked from the garden. He'd knock on the door, gulping hard in anxiousness. Roxanne fidgeted, one eye darting back to the clock every minute as the time slowly ticked away, bit by bit. She would need to go open the gym soon, she was already dressed in her work outfit, ready to go, but if she was there it would be so much more awkward to talk to Leon, and so she waited, hoping he'd show up soon.Hoping...Another minute passed, another minute lost. She tapped on the table before stilling her hands, she wasn't like this normallywasn't so lacking in composure, but she wasn't sure where she stood, wasn't sure who she was in the world any more.It put her on edge.Another minute, and then the sound of knuckles on wood split the silence. It took everything she had not to dash to the door, striding over peering through the keyhole and then fumbling at the lock, nearly slipping as she turned the handle. "Leon!" The welcome came out in an exclamation and pink touched her cheeks, embarrassment at the display she made of herself on her doorstep, arousal at the memories that came flooding back. His face, worried, wondering, looking up at her.A deep breath in, a long breath out. "What can I do for you?" Was that the right thing to say? Maybe not, but the words were already out there, and it had taken a lot to keep the worst of the fervor from them. She wanted him to understand, she would doanything if he asked.But coming on that strong, maybe that had been what scared him at first."Would you ah... Like to come inside to talk?" She managed that a little less frantically. A little more sensibly. Just talk, they needed to talk. Leon would tap his feet, waiting and hoping that she hadn't already left for the gym. Looking from side to side made him look even more suspicious, like he was going to make some kind of an illicit deal. He'd make a habit out of clutching Hypno's paw whenever he was nervous. It felt kind of like he'd had a physical manifestation of the more confident side of himself. He'd told her her'd come up with some kind of solution to this issue, but he hadn't. It was time just wing things.He'd stand up straight, keeping his shoulders back, puffing out the air trapped in his lungs to filter new air. Completely prepared. This time focusing more on being a man who was ready to journey, rather than a boy who'd just run away from his issues.Leon could hear her from the other side of the door, he chuckled a little at this. Roxanne bolting out through the doorway made him step back a little bit. Maybe in a little bit of a concerned way, thinking she was about to rush out and prepare to go to the gym."Oh, hey Roxanne. I wanted to come and talk to you about what happened yesterday." His glance would shift, lips curving upward into a grin. He'd lost the look, the tone of being a shy under confident boy. "I'm sorry for running out on you." He'd pull the flowers out from behind his back and give them to her. "I brought you these. They ground around my garden around this time of year. As long as you're not busy, I'd like to come in, yeah."He'd have to leave Rustboro soon, but he wasn't going to leave without being sure where they'd stand. He knew what he wanted, and now it was just a matter of trying to figure out what all she'd meant by the other day. Everything was still sort of a haze. More clarity after each opportunity to be close to her, he'd conclude. The calm and collected face was unexpected, the frank and direct approach even more so. Was this really the boy who'd run in a panic yesterday? She knew it was, but the difference between then and now was jarring to say the least, enough so that Roxanne doubted even if only for a split second her own eyes.Once she'd accepted it though, she had to admit she was more than a little bit recaptured. The flowers, the carefree attitude, it was impressive, though being his, she would love him no matter who he was, she had to admit that this vision of him was a little more to her tastes in some ways. She stood aside, nodding to invite Leon over the threshold."Ma ah... Make yourself comfortable Leon, I can prepare coffee?" Stay calm, I'm better than what I used to be.He'd repeat the mantra over and over again in his head. Leon's time to grow had arrived, he'd need to straighten his back and look at her straight in her eyes. This was something that was always challenging for him, it was hard for him to gaze into the eyes of a woman that he'd found immensely beautiful. Maybe it had something to do with being under confident, or feeling unworthy. The difference now was that he had to provide Hypno a better trainer than some spineless brat.Becoming a champion was great, but after what he'd done, he'd decided it wouldn't be enough to just stop there. He'd need powerful allies, it wouldn't be enough for him to just create shaky relationships with other people. Being with Hypno granted him a foresight into other people, like reading an aura about them."Coffee can wait, I just need to do something first." Leon would approach her, sliding his hands up along her lips, pulling her close into her in order to place a kiss up against her lips. It was slow, he wanted her to feel each taste, one by one. The feeling of the heat radiating from his lips would return to her, another dosage of the taste she'd found so hypnotic the day before. They'd stay like this for a moment, lips locked between each other. Leon's hand would travel up along her hips, finding her cheek to softly stroke it.He'd learned a different language overnight. To ravenously fuck was different from giving tender love. He'd understood that now. Their lips parted slowly, he stepped away to sit down next to Hypno. "I just want to be clear, I love you a lot Roxanne." This time, it had been easy for him to make eye contact."Oh, and can Hypno have some juice or something? I don't know if coffee is good for pokemon." He laughs. "Mmph " The surprise was evident in her stance as he closed with her, taking a step back, not out of fear or dislike, but out of shock. Her voice, the muffled hum of pleasure, the way her arms wrapped around him as his hands encircled her waist.She welcomed the kiss, drank deep of the contact, not the hungry passion of last night or the tentative uncertainty she had expected. The kiss of a lover, languid, blazing hot.Want hummed in her core in response but it wasn't overwhelming.They parted and her breath hitched, her face flushed. "R right." Love? From anyone else she'd have dismissed it but from him, he said it, thus it was true. She was glad, glad not just because she wanted his love, but because she knew she would be his even if he didn't love her, and that it would hurt that way. "Right..." she breathed, composing herself somewhat. "Coffee and Juice." She had some pecha berry juice in the fridge and moved to fetch it before starting up the coffee maker. She brought the glass to the table as the sound of percolation began."So..." She prompted, fidgeting a little before she found the words. "A are you still planning to go? On your Journey?" There wasn't as much of a shock in Leon's expression when he indulged deep in Roxanne, this was just what happened between people who loved each other. He would hold onto this belief in order to make sense of the situation he'd find himself in. Leon sat himself down on the couch by Hypno once he'd been satisfied with their kiss. Now moving onto the next important thought: Leon didn't know how a long distance relationship would even work. Roxanne was a pretty woman, it was likely that she'd find other men. Each of his arms would cross, Hypno following suit, practically a mimic of Leon whenever he'd submerge himself in thought."Hmm.. Yeah, I wanted to talk about that. I think it's only fair for me to learn more about Hypno's potential by visiting other gym leaders and challenging them." This time, he didn't meet Roxanne's gaze immediately, he hung his head low for a moment. "I know you're very busy with your work in Rustboro, so I can't really ask you to come with me. It will be lonely without you, but I've got Hypno, and I might even be able to find new Pokemon out in the wild." This gave him new hope, he was having to convince himself that leaving was the right decision.Leon grabbed hold of the glass and began to sip it. "Don't worry, Hypno. It pretty much tastes the same as the berries I gave you last night.""I'm going to do my best not to betray your feelings when I'm out off on my own. I'm going to try to come back every weekend. Maybe there will be some kind of transportation. Or, I could even try to teach one of my Pokemon to take me. Whatever it takes." How would he sate himself in between the days where he'd be unable to be with Roxanne. Now that he'd tasted satisfaction, his hunger would grow, a tolerance building up in the core of his manhood. It may be the case that he'd need more and more, Hypno would probably even realize that before he even does.Leon had a lot of things to understand about his new powers with Hypno. It was up to him to test it. The feelings were mixed up inside her, roiling and writhing as she pressed her lips together. "I could..." She wanted to object, shecould come with him, the city would recover, it would all work out in the long run, but she could see in his eyes that it wasn't what he wanted. "If you really wished... I would. But..." She heaved a sigh and bit her lip. "You're right of course... I do have work here."She looked between pokemon and trainer as Hypno sipped at the juice and nodded slowly. "Yeah." It was nice to hear he'd be back often at least. "Get a pokemon with fly. You'll be able to go all over." She could hear uncertainty in his voice, desire warring with practicality. "And... Leon?"She stood, reaching across the table to touch his shoulder as she stared into his eyes. "I am yours. Whatever life you choose for yourself, as long as there is room for me in it, I'll be happy." There was a little twinge of jealousy, but it was swamped by understanding. There would be others he might set his eyes on, other women he might desire. As long as he had time for her though, she could handle it... Both sinister and benevolent forces had played besides each other, dancing along a find edge in his decision to allow Roxanne to stay. Leon would listen and stumble over her words. There was a level of devotion present that he was unfamiliar with, something that wasn't just about love and romance, but something that had derived itself from power. Roxanne's hunger would build over the time that he'd be gone, he was sure of this. If he was truly to become the greatest trainer alive, then there isn't a universe in which Roxanne would be without him. "I would have loved for you to come alongside me, but I think I'm learning a lot more about what I need to do thanks to Hypno."He'd finished drinking his coffee quickly, Hypno following suit. "I think that the each time you see from now on, I'll be better. I think Hypno wants my strength to continue to grow. I've got to figure out what those goons are up to as well, I can't let them hurt more innocent Pokemon and their trainers." He'd pick his backpack up, slinging it around his shoulders as he'd been prepared to move into his journey."I know, I'll come back, I promise I will." He had to hide the gentle quiver in his voice, he had to be strong from now on. But it all started with Roxanne, he couldn't help but feel that he was leaving a big part of himself behind by choosing to leave her and adventure forth. Whenever someone tries to contain an immense flood of emotion, it was inevitable that drops would flow through the cracks.His eyes were misty, threatening some tears. "I've pretty much said good bye to everybody. Before I go though, I was wondering if I could have the badge to your gym? I forgot about it last time we, umm, talked." She nodded quickly. "You did win after all." She hadn't held back either, she'd been planning to initially but then he'd made her go full force before... Before he'dtaken her... Roxanne shuddered with pleasure at the memory and then smiled, nodding.Then, in a moment of initiative, she closed the distance herself and pulled him into a kiss, hard and hot and heady, holding there for a handful of seconds before pulling back. "Sorry if that was... Wrong..." She licked her lips nervously. "I'll... I'll walk you to the gym to pick up the badge and see you off?"She needed to get going anyways, she would be late by now...Outside, the sun was shining through the gaps in Rustboro's skyline, warming the concrete and promising a hot day to come, albeit cut by the brisk autumn breeze coursing through the alleys and down the streets. The Badge was given, and in the shadow of the gym, out of sight from prying eyes another kiss was exchanged, lingering as neither quite wished to leave, yet both knew that the other must be allowed to go."You don't need to come back every other day but... Don't forget to visit okay? As long as you don't forget me, I'll be happy for you."Then all that was left was the gate to the wide world beyond... The first steps of his journey. It was surreal to him to imagine being able to beat Roxanne on his first try, he'd honestly thought that it would take him several tries before finally being able to take off such a challenging adversary. But this was his reality now, he was given a gift from Arceus himself, and he needed to do the most of it.Leon would move his lips in rhythm to Roxanne's, at first it was overpowering to him, but he'd push back. There was a certain wild quality to his kissing, he'd become closer and closer to accepting his own primal needs. Once Roxanne had pulled away, it took him a moment to stop the movement of his lips, wishing that it could've lasted hours longer. "There was nothing wrong about it. I want to give you even more the next time I come in for a visit." It was a salacious comment without the tone, there was still plenty of work to be done for Leon.One of his hands would wrap around Hypno's shoulder, there was no need to ever keep his companion in a Pokeball. They'd spent so much time together without the need for such contrivances, Hypno would need to be around to witness all of his conquests anyways. Leon would clutch the badge in his hand for a few moments before putting it into his pocket. Only to replace his grip with Roxanne's body, wrapping both arms around her as they embraced and shared another kiss."I don't think I could ever forget you. As soon as I can find a Pokemon that knows how to fly. I'll come back to you." Could he be faithful? Did he even need to be? These were questions that haunted him as he turned his back to Roxanne and left for his next destination.Once exiting into the streets, both Leon and his partner would gaze out at Rustboro city, then even further beyond, wondering at what kind of an adventure he'd be on next.Multiple objectives had been opened up to him. For one, he needed to find out a lot more about his enigmatic partner, and he needed to find an expert on Pokemon to figure it out. What happened with Roxanne, while certainly benefiting him, definitely was not normal.Beyond learning more about his partner, he'd need to capture more Pokemon. Leon would need more partners if he was going to face new gym leaders and eventually become the very best.Traveling north seemed to be logical to Leon. He would stop at Fallarbor town and seek out any Pokemon experts, then proceed into Lavaridge town, looking for gym leaders along the way. Journies always seemed so short in books. When you could ride on a pokemon that could make them comfortable but for all of Hypno's psychic might, it's physical strength wasn't sufficient to put Leon on his shoulders on the climb up route 115 towards Meteor falls. The terrain wasn't steep but it was just enough of a slope to make traversal tiring, necessitating a measured pace and regular breaks, especially with Leon unused to long days of travel as well.By the time the pair were approaching the cavern itself the sun was starting to set in the west, casting long shadows on the trail and throwing the shapes of the trees on the cliffside into sharp black shapes in the brilliant orange light.They took shelter in the caverns that first night, warding away Zubats with liberal applications of repels around the campsite, a measure that offended Hypno's senses but one that the pokemon understood to be necessary. Neither of them had any desire to be eaten alive while they slept after all.The second day was spent climbing, navigating the winding ledges around the waterfall to ascend it's face. Tough going, but not without potential for reward, as a loose stone proved.Leon fell as the stone dislodged, then caught a glimpse of eyes peering out of it's hard surface, a wry mouth with crystalline teeth cracking into a wary grin. "Geo..." The journey proved to be a bit of a wake up call for the boy. If he was going to be among the best, he'd have to work harder to build a stronger physique. That meant doing plenty of exercises during the time in between cities, and before bed. As of right now, Leon was a scrawny guy, unfit to hold the title of Pokemon Master. Though things were difficult, he'd carry himself up the sloping roads, reminding himself that is what it would take to become stronger. Each rest he'd take would be measured to be shorter than the last, pushing himself to the limit of what his endurance was capable of.Throughout the first night, he'd gaze up at the cliffs he'd have to climb the next morning. There was certainly a level of fear, but wonderment to at what he could find up in higher altitudes. "I'm just glad I've got you here, Hypno." He'd sigh, turning in his bedroom, wiping the sweat from his forehead, one eye open throughout the whole night to see the glistening fangs of the Zubats in the dark, repelled by a line of medicine.Leon hadn't prepared well for the possibility of climbing, the only experience he'd had before now was reaching for the tops of trees to pick at the berries. Climbing up the mountain pass was a whole new kind of pressure for him. In an effort to be as cautious as he could, he hadn't tripped up most of the way. He was sure the stone wouldn't give in, but he was wrong. "Hypno!" He'd yell, anticipating that the fall would've been far worse, instead ending up on one of the rocky platforms."What is.. Oh! I know!" Leon's gaze would go from exhaustion to joy, a wild Pokemon encounter! And one that didn't immediately attack him either. Leon would pull the Pokedex out of his bag as the Dex would read out information on the Pokemon. "Geodude is a gray boulder Pok mon. It has bulging, rocky eyebrows and trapezoidal, brown eyes. Its arms are muscular with five fingered hands. Geodude uses its arms to climb steadily up steep mountain paths.""I think we ought to take a quick break and get some battle training!" Leon would pull loose an empty Pokeball from out of his big, expanding its size with a click before issuing another set of commands to Hypno. "What did Roxanne say? Right, they're easier to catch when their asleep."Leon would attempt to use the mental connection to issue commands to Hypno once more, as Hypno had been on a separate portion of the cliff, it's possible Geodude hasn't focused his sighting on Hypno quite yet. "Hypnosis.." He'd mouth off to Hypno, trying to make his intentions clear by also syncing his mind to his partners. The geodude was familiar enough with humans to recognize the look Leon was giving him because as soon as Hypno started twisting his pendant the pokemon replied in a hurry, slamming it's fist into the ground and launching a spray of stones at the pair, forcing Hypno to weave between the stones. They wweren't huge rocks, but they were big enough to bruise and batter, and an unlucky shot to the head wouldn't be easy to walk away from.Unfortunately for it's freedom, the attack came just a little too late.The pendant was already spinning, and after a mere two volleys, it's eyes were locked to the hypnotic pattern. Slowly, it's eyes drooped, and a rumbling earthen sound began to issue from its body... Leon would quickly cover his eyes, making sure to avoid the spray of earth and dust coming his way.The trainer would stop and consider the next move, would it be wise for him to toss his Pokeball this early, or wait and make an attempt at damaging it more. The Pokemon fell asleep quite quickly, could it have been a sign of its overall resolve? Then there was the possibility that Hypno would hurt it too much with a psychic blast. "No, we can't do anymore damage to Geodude." He's seen what he did to Roxanne's Pokemon. This Geodude was wild, hardly up to the level of Roxanne's."Alright, Geodude! It's time for you to come with me!" Leon's arms wind back, gathering up momentum. His legs tense up, the calf muscles tensing up before he snaps loose, sending the Pokeball straight at the Geodude with some loose precision. There was far more destructive force in his toss than accuracy. The ball would strike at the Pokemon's body, turning into red energy and pulling it into the ball.Leon would hold his breath, excited to have caught his first Pokemon. The ball shifted slightly as it lay there but the rocking was slow and gentle, and after a few seconds the light on the button flashed twice. A successful catch that revealed the rock pokemon still asleep once the ball was released once more. The pokedex began to download more complete data, registering height and weight, cataloguing abilities and quantifying it's capabilities.Once the incident and the rather brief battle were behind them, the climb resumed, but even with Geodude helpfully pointing out safer climbing paths the going was slow. It wasn't until Leon checked the time however that he realized that they might not be getting out of the cave before nightfall.On the plus side, the zubat were less plentiful up here at the top of the falls than they had been at the bottom, and while the little rock type retreated to his ball when the repels were brought out, Leon didn't need to use nearly as much of the stuff to keep a solid safe perimeter around their sleeping space. Still, as he burrowed into his sleeping bag Leon found himself slightly restless. A lingering dissatisfaction. It had only been two days, but the memories of Roxanne were distracting... Leon would cheer, excited for his catch as he'd rush to Hypno to give him a brief hug. One of the uncanny things about Hypno was how human he was, he had appendages that were smotly similar save for the paws and the hair, it was almost like Leon had been traveling with a human friend. He tried not to think about it too much though, as currently he was to celebrate his new catch. Leon's finger would flick quickly through all of the new information, gazing at all the interesting facts about Geodude. When it came to nicknaming his new Pokemon, he was a little hesitant. "I wonder if I should call it something, is it even a guy, or a girl?"While the Geodude didn't necessarily resemble Roxanne in anyway, it did remind her of the kinds of Pokemon that Roxanne had. Maybe something in honor of her? Leon was a commemorative person, he'd always hold onto birthday cards, and old medals. For now, he'd settle on calling his Geodude, Geodude. It wouldn't be until Geodude would earn the right to have a name, that Leon would bestow it one.While climbing the path he took the time to study Geodude, drawing photos and having the occasional training session with it. Leon would focus particularly in how the Geodude could interact with the terrain, deciding that its strength would be formidable in altering formations or opening paths. At least, given a little more training. He was thankful that he wouldn't have to be working through any more of the repels he'd bought, he didn't pack with enough Pokedollars to begin with either.The hill proved to be a more relaxing environment, earlier on in the night it was easy for him to relax and drift. But the scent, the smell of Roxanne would keep him awake. It was like he was trying to imprint it into her memory, he'd curse himself for not bringing along one of her bras or panties, something that'd help him never forget. He'd reach slowly into the rim of his trainer shorts, wrapping his hands around his needy member, he was caught off guard himself by how hard he was.Leon would close his eyes, thinking back to Roxanne's beautiful body pressed up against the rocky formation, her legs draped up over his shoulders. He craved her so bad. Using his hands wouldn't do the trick, he was spoiled, he needed his woman to care for his needs. At least an article of her clothing at the very least. Groaning, he'd pull his hands out from within his pants and do his best to fall asleep, his anxious body making it nearly impossible for him. With the dawn came light even in the caves, shining down through openings in the rock and lighting a beacon of sunlight to mark the exit onto Route 114. A few Zubat harassed them on the way out but quick bursts of psychic force were enough to discourage the assault and then they were out into the open air. The air was warm despite the altitude, heated by steam rising from the geothermal pools that dotted the mountainside and tinging everything with faint mineral smells as they traveled. Other people were few and far between up here, and it was most of the morning and afternoon before they even ran across another traveler, a jolly hiker making his way in the opposite direction.After a few minutes of chat and some brief advice on traversing the trails ahead, the two parted ways, leaving Leon alone with Hypno and Geodude once again. A further quick examination of the pokedex had revealed this Geodude to be male and while he was wary of the water, he seemed content enough to float alongside Leon at around hip height as they travelled.While the trail was almost flat up here and easier to walk on, Fallarbor's lights were still well in the distance as afternoon turned to evening. However, as the shadows lengthened once more a faint flickering caught the edge of Leon's vision. The red orange of warm flames illuminating the forest in the gathering dusk, a campfire being tended to by a young woman with a familiar badge. Even if Leon was a city boy, Everyone knew what Pokemon Rangers were equipped for, even if this woman did look a little young, perhaps only two or three years older than Leon... A recent graduate, or trainee perhaps? He'd wake up with an attempt at shielding high eyes from the sudden lumination, the rays of light disorienting him for the first few moments. Leon chose not to keep either of his two Pokemon in Pokeballs, he'd rather they be out with him, this way he'd be able to explore their abilities further. During his free time he'd take out a journal and make sketches of both of his Pokemon. Geodude would often be featured in rough sketches, dark brown hues scattered along the pages that captured him. Hypno's images were far more mysterious, yet filled with questions. Leon would painstakingly describe his features through the ink, driven by the curiosity to learn more about his partner.Leon would position himself between his Geodude and the vapors from the pools, kind of like the couples in the cities would do for their girlfriend's when cars would drive by. He wanted to do everything he good to make build trust with his Pokemon, even at the expense of himself. "I need to get some training in." He'd though of after leaving the hiker behind and making his way closer and closer to Fallarbor."Hypno, hop on. I gotta train with some weights." He'd kneel down, allowing his Pokemon to come up around him in a piggyback format, "You too Geodude, if you're tired you can rest on one of my shoulders." After suiting up with his training weights he'd take slow labored steps off into flatter surfaces, he'd thank Arceus that the terrain got flat. "Hm, what's that?" The whisper left his lips quickly as he'd drop Hypno nearby and allow Geodude to scout at his sides, "Shh.." One finger above his lips, signaling his Pokemon to stay quiet as he watched the girl."I notice that, I've had a couple of scouting teams pass by Rustboro every now and then.. I wonder if there's any trouble. Come on guys." He'd step out of the cover, making sure to make enough noise so the woman near the fire place wouldn't be alarmed with something like a silent approach. "Hey there, miss. I'm just passing by, not here to cause any trouble." She'd shoot her a boyish smile, plenty of his white teeth showing. "I'm a new trainer." She jumped as he spoke up, whirling in a half crouch and looking Leon up and down before relaxing, a pokeball slipping back onto her belt with a faint *click*.He hadn't even seen her palm it..."Sorry." She apologized, looking honestly contrite. "I usually hear people from a good bit further away, you caught me off guard." She nodded politely, a mini bow, and then clapped her hands with broad smile, though the cheer didn't quite reach her eyes. "In any case, how can I help you?" She looked him up and down again, searching for signs of injury or distress but while Leon was obviously a bit tired he didn't seem to be having any particular difficulties... Leon chose to stand his grown, opting to not get any closer to her campfire. He didn't feel like an intimidating figure, but he didn't quite know what the public's reaction to Hypno would be. Odds were high that Hypno wasn't a Pokemon native to the Hoenn region, but even after all this time Leon never used the PokeDex to research more data on Hypno. For all he knew, something more sinister may have been lurking within his Pokemon, something he didn't know about, but others did. As such, it was always best for him to take point over Hypno."Oh, no." He'd put on a nervous grin, concerned that he may have interrupted in her time of peace. "I didn't mean to interrupt you or anything, I haven't run into anyone in a while since quite a while back and thought I'd come and check things out. The road gets lonely out here." Leon was a little disheveled, some dirt scattered along his face from the fall, mud smeared against the bottom of his shoes. All in all though, he had done remarkably well for his journey over the first few routes.Now that he'd been near a Pokemon ranger, he figured it'd be the best time to ask about what had happened back in Rustboro. "Hey, so, I noticed the badge. You're a Pokemon ranger, right? Well, this is my first time journeying out from over in Rustboro. When I was there last there were some goons picking on a boy and his Pokemon. I know, it's vague. But, they were wearing really weird costumes." Leon would use his hands to mimic the shape of their uniforms, his hands above his head to display the kinds of hats the grunt had on. "Hats like this, and some red color, I dunno.. Trousers? We called the police, but I've been wondering if there have been any other sightings of similar people. There are some very important people to me in Rustboro, and I want to make sure they don't get hurt."Maybe asking her was a bit of a long shot, but talking about Rustboro made him feel better. Even though it'd only been a few days, he'd been homesick. Just uttering the name of his hometown seemed to provide him with some kind of a lightness. Her eyes narrowed at the description. "I can't say I've seen anything like that myself but I have heard a few things. Unfortunately my patrol area right now ends at the falls so I can't exactly just go wandering south." Her smile took on a brittle tinge. "Odds are the Rustboro police or the Rangers for the routes around it have picked up the case by now though. If anything starts to spread I might hear about it but until then..." She trailed off and shook her head. "Sorry but there's nothing I can do personally, but if I see any suspicious figures in my sector I'll be sure to deal with them."She blinked as something else caught up with her. "Come to think of it though, you look a little old for this to be your first time on a journey. Not to mention that coming up the falls is a bit unusual... Is everything alright?" Leon raised his eyebrows, concerned for the possibility of alerting the ranger to him. Leon didn't do anything wrong? Did he? He hadn't been out of the city in forever, he didn't know a lot about the rules of what the outside world had. "It's alright, I'm sure it's fine, Rustboro is a pretty secure place. I sure hope she hasn't had anymore incidents to deal with." This was more for himself, he'd say it almost under his breath."Nah miss, I'm as green as they come. Well, my family harvested berries and I was at a trainer school for a while, but beyond that, I'm a brand new trainer. I was looking around the area to look for some new badges to add to my collection. I'm looking to strengthen my bond with my Pokemon and become a better trainer." Exhaustion took over Leon, he'd squat down, his knees in front of him."I promise, I'm not up to anything bad either. If anything, I wanted to drop in to also ask you if you needed any help with your work. I'm fairly green, but I can prove to you that I'm a pretty solid trainer already. I've only just met Geodude, but I can already tell he's going to be strong, and my Hypno here, well, he's a massive surprise all on his own." "Help? Not particularly." She shook her head. "We rangers are trained to work on our own with our pokemon teams, and barring a distress call I just finished setting up my camp." She stretched and smiled. "So I'm just planning to eat and then sleep." She kept one eye on Leon, slightly wary at his nervousness. Was he planning something? She couldn't tell, he seemed alright, but just... Jumpy.And people weren'tusually jumpy without reason...Still, she'd rather give him the benefit of the doubt than jump the gun. "Unless there's anything you need?" There were a few things Leon needed to try doing now that he'd encountered her, he needed to test out his new partner, and also learn more about Hypno. "Well, if you aren't busy with anything at the moment, then maybe you'd like to battle my Pokemon before you go to sleep! Might as well get in exercise before bed, right? Plus, it's been a while since I've trained with my Hypno, and I just recently met my Geodude." The nervousness didn't come from Geodude, he really did just want to train his new Pokemon. Leon was more nervous about testing out Hypno again, and the possible destructive power that it held."I'm planning on challenging the Mauville Gym soon, so I've got to make sure that my Geodude is in top form for the fight. A Pokemon ranger would be a perfect chance for me to improve my skills! I thought I saw an open clearing near here, maybe we could go use it?"Leon would make eye contact with each of his two Pokemon, checking to see how they'd felt about another possible battle. Ironically the prospect of a battle actually cooled her concerns a little as it let her rationalize Leon's nervousness. A new trainer being worried about battling a ranger? More than sensible for him to be a little worried! "I'd be happy to help you a little." She nodded, glancing out at the setting sun. They still had time before dark, a quick battle would be no issue at all.While Sarah came to her conclusions, Hypno was coming to his own. This female had no emotional ties to Leon like Roxanne had, but he knew his trainer had been becoming slightly pent up, so short term relief was due, not to mention that even though the ranger kept her breasts bound down slightly for the physical demands of her job, Hypno could tell her figure was near perfect for breeding.As long as Leon bested her, he didn't see why he shouldn't make sure that victory came with all the perks it ought to.Once in the clearing, the ranger bowed. "Shall we then?" She palmed a pokeball, one of her two standard for battle, though she had a few others, they weren't part of her fighting team. "Go! Gloom!" Leon had seen the way that Hypno interacted with people he'd already known for quite sometime, but now his focus would be to watch what happens after Hypno defeats someone who was a complete stranger to him. Would things happen the same way things had occurred with Roxanne, or would it just be a normal battle? He wanted to see what would happen if he'd used the same destructive force again, he needed more data to fulfill his craving to understand his partner further."Okay, Hypno, I want you to hang back a bit and focus on watching the fight." Leon would take his place at the other end of the field, bracing himself before sending Geodude out to begin the fight, "Go! Geodude!" Leon would grab hold of his Pokedex, scanning Gloom."Gloom. The Weed Pokemon. Known for its stench, 1 in 1000 individuals enjoy sniffing it's nose bending stink."Geodude would be at an advantage in the event of any grass type moves, so he'd need to plan out a stalling tactic so Hypno could collect as much data as possible on the fight. Also, Geodude would need to learn to fight inside of situations where the odds rose against it. Would defense curl work? He wondered. "Take it slow, Geodude! No need to rush anything, you've got a good defense, make the most of it."Leon would prepare to call for a defense curl before one of the Gloom's attack's. "Geo!" The rock Pokemon bobbed in an approximation of a nod, twisting aside as Sarah shouted out. "Mega Drain!" The stream of emerald energy shot out quickly, almost too fast for the floating stone to really dodge and tossing him back as it connected and then latched on, pulsing as it pulled power from him. However, the second attack had geodude quicker on the dodge, evading most of the beam but for the very edge. Stone skin protected him some, but these special moves were hurting him bit by bit. It was clear that Leon would need to change things up if he wanted to pull ahead.At his shoulder, Hypno tried to convey his eagerness to his trainer through their bond. He could take this woman's pokemon, make this female his, even if only temporarily... While she was not attractive by his species' standards much, she was certainly a draw to Leon's eyes.... Leon was out of ideas for Geodude. A Mega Drain attack would be far too much for Geodude to handle on his own. He thinks back to the challenge league videos he'd watched at home, and the many Pokemon who would fall to the attack. It was strong, but not only was it strong, but it provided the user with so much utility.Think Leon, Think!He would repeat to himself. Geodude's strength would depend largely on the environment they would fight in. In an ideal scenario, using Rock Throw to try and debilitate Gloom would be better than trying a direct assault.Just then, Leon would follow the thoughts of Hypno. The remnants of Roxanne's scent would once again fill his entire body, it had been so long since he'd been able to take another woman. The ranger was fairly secluded, he wondered if it'd be possible for him to experiment with Hypno further. Leon would no longer intend to defeat Gloom using Geodude, it was all about trying to give Geodude the most experience. "Okay, Geodude, we have to try to debilitate her!" Leon shouted after the Mega Drain attack had completed. "Use Rock Throw, some of the debris scattered around the arena should work." Severing the Mega Drain connection using a Rock Throw would be Geodude's only chance, if that wouldn't work, Leon would need to pull him out. "Geo... Dude!" Spinning mid air, the rock pokemon dove and evaded, hurling boulders as best he could ,usign them for cover between volleys, but the Gloom was slowly wearing him down, and while his haphazard throws littered the field with stones, only a handful of them hit. Still, even as Geodude's flight path wobbled and grew more and more erratic, Gloom was only slightly hurt by the barrage.Which was when Sarah switched tactics unexpectedly. "Stun Spore!" Yellow pollen spurted out, coating the battlefield and causing Geodude to twitch erratically. Even stone, the pokemon needed to breathe, and through that, the spores took hold, making his movements jerky and erratic. Hiding behidn cover becoming more and more difficult."Now finish it! Razor Leaf!" Leon had known that this outcome would ensue, there was no way the rock type would be able to manage against a Gloom. Instead of allowing Geodude to take the hit, Leon would consider withdrawing Geodude in order to save him from having to deal with the pain. The first few blades of grass would cut through the Pokemon, bits of rubble from its rocky body blown away from the force of the leaves. "No! Geodude!" He'd quickly aim the Pokeball at Geodude and have him return. "I'm sorry, I should've thought through this fight better. We'll need to train more."Leon wanted Geodude to acquire as much experience as he could before sending out Hypno, he'd hoped that it was enough to cause Geodude to grow to some degree. "Okay, Hypno. You've seen what it can do. Hypno! Let's go!" Leon would call Hypno to the battlefield, switching his strategy. Hypno wasn't an ally that he'd call to for brute force, he'd have to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike and counter against his opponent."You may have beaten Geodude, but there's no way you'll be able to beat my Hypno." Leon would call on his inner link to his Pokemon, like putting on a glove that had been perfectly fitted around his skin.Watch out for its spores, if it uses them, dodge and disable. Once the spores are out of the way you can easily finish it with a pyschic. You may be physically hindered by its spores, but it cannot render your mind useless. An impression of understanding filtered back as Hypno began to move, circling carefully around the Gloom with narrowed eyes. The ranger was watching Leon, her eyes narrowing at the lack of issued commands. "So that's how it's going to be huh? You were holding out on me." Her lips part in a fierce grin. "Alright then... Gloom! Stun Spore!"The pokemon was already moving as she called, but so was Hypno, he evaded the first cloud, but the gloom kept shaking. "Coat the field!" She cried, only for it to... Stop? It took her a second to notice, a second longer to realize..."Disabled? Gloo !" The first eye searing beam of violet energy tossed her pokemon across the ground. He struggled to stand, still able to fight, but Hypno was already readying a second strike and Sarah whipped out a pokeball. "Return!" Crimson and purple flashed at once as Sarah landed hard, rolling with the motion instinctively, but as she kipped up and bounced to her feet again, her pokemon safely in hand, she just... Stood there. The scatter from the psychic attack combined with the subtle hypnotic waves he'd mixed in had done the job."I... Surrender?" The words seemed distant, strange on her tongue, that had been her plan, but her head felt so empty...Hypno simply smiled smugly, and nudged Leon mentally, a wordless invitation.'All yours ' "You know, I haven't been a trainer for all too long." Leon widens his stance, digging his feet into the trail, stabilizing himself into the firm foundation that Hypno could use to explore his own psychic capabilities. "But, even I can tell you that it's never a good idea to show your hand at the beginning." Leon's eye darted across the battlefield, a mirror of Hypno's own gaze. They moved as one. Despite being of a different species, having completely different lives, they found a common ground in something.. the need to be victorious.A perfect opportunity. Leon smirked, knowing full well that Hypno had seen the exact same opportunity that he had. Already, with so little training, they'd begun to see things in sync. It was the biggest advantage he'd had: To not telegraph any of his movements to his opponents by speaking. That was it! A trainer could only ever be so good, but to speak without voice was an advantage very few trainers would ever fully realize."Surrendering so soon? Here I was thinking you were going to actually put up a challenge. You did great Hypno, as expected of a world class Pokemon." Leon scratched his head, squinting to make sure that what he'd seen wasn't some trick of the eye. Traces of psychic energy mixed with the spores had still lingered on the battlefield dizzying him. He'd hurry to Hypno's side, using an anti paralysis kit that he'd gotten from the store. "That was a great pl "But then, the feeling of guilt wrecked him. The mixture of feelings pouring back into his body. It'd been so long since he'd gotten to visit with Roxanne, to enjoy the body of his beloved. It was never enough to please himself throughout the night thinking of the way he'd melted into her body. He would crumble soon if he didn't have a break, a chance to relieve himself of the pressure of his awoken desire. Did Hypno know this? The feeling he'd push away, Hypno only pulled closer."No, we can't do this. What about What about Roxanne? She's waiting for me, but.. It's so hard. It's so hard not having her here." Leon guided Hypno closer to the woman, that gazed look in her eyes pulled duo closer to her. It was a piece of fresh meat, hung before a starving animal. Leon's thoughts were automatic,'You deserve this too'. Leon shuddered, what did he just say? Hypno would reach toward's Leon, placing the ringed amulet around his neck. Then the creature placed a wicked smile against his lips, his long paws gliding down the ranger's body, pausing at her breasts to trace her nipples, poking out through her ranger's uniform."Hypno.. Hypno.. Hypno." The iron ring glistened along Leon's neck, accompanied by the low, hypnotic tune of the Pokemon's voice ringing deep through the air. She really had been planning to surrender, it was late, and she needed at least two of her pokemon in good shape in case of trouble, so using all three was right out, but that hardly mattered. Right now she was empty, her mind quiescent, awake, but not really fully aware. She didn't understand... He was sad? He'd won though...Hypno meanwhile, snorted at his trainer's foolishness. Roxanne had been a harder fight, she was a good mate, but that hardly stopped him from getting others. Why should he restrict himself to a single female? The pokemon had seen the uncertainty and confusion, and had guessed this clash woudl come sooner or later, but he honestly hadn't expected Leon to resist so much. He was strong,they were strong together! Whyever should he not reap the spoils of that strength?So he pushed, just a little more, he pushed. Sarah shuddered, heat welling up inside her as he eyes fixed automatically upon the ring dangling around Leon's neck. Her mind was already numbed by the hypnosis but now it was being opened up, bit by bit, peeling her thoughts back, stripping away everything until the core of herself was laid bare.If left to awaken, she'd snap back eventually, but in this state she was nothing more than an empty vessel waiting to be filled, not just mentally but physically as well. Hypno's tracing hands brought desire, and with no sense of propriety and no frame of reference for attraction, she had no resistance to that lust. Her pussy was moistening, her nipples hard enough to stick out against her shirt.Waiting to be filled with his orders, his commands, his new persona, if he so wished.Waiting to be filled with his cock... To be fucked, claimed, taken however he wanted, howeveranyone wanted... It was harder for Leon to accept at first, accept that it was Hypno who'd allured Roxanne closer to him. With such a powerful Pokemon, maybe it was time for him to take full advantage of the situation. To shed the doubt from within his heart, and become greater. And any man who was great would surely have dozens of pawns underneath his heel. Right? Hypno was right wasn't he? His heart would ache, ache for Roxanne, for the love he'd thought that he'd found at her side. But then again, would that stand the test of such immense immense power. Leon was in need, his manhood had swollen completely beneath his trainer's gear.Leon knew he'd upset Hypno with his lack of control. He was right, they'd won. This is just a normal part of winning! To take what was owed. He'd begin to strip loose his shirt, popping each button to loose to give way to his pale skin, shimmering in the moist night air. His skin would serve a contrast against the iron texture of the ring, bringing its hypnotic features to the forefront.This is my birthright, my destiny.We have to devour her. Take her, so that she can never be free again. The thoughts became indistinguishable, had it been Hypno or Leon? The experience of becoming so complete with his partner left him with a new found sense of confidence. Leon would make no moves against the ranger, not yet at least. Leon would coax the hunger from the woman, standing there with the artifact hung proudly from his neck. Hypno would be the one to prepare her for their work.The creature would begin by placing his paw against the zipper of her tight ranger uniform, pulling it down tantalizingly slow until more of her body would fall into view. His paws softly grazed against her bare skin, moving along her stomach. Hypno would then peel off her top completely, giving his master a complete view of the new toy. "To live and serve me is to care greatly for my partner as well." Leon spoke with authority."On your knees, show Hypno the depth of your devotion." The creatures ears perked up, it's eyes widening at the height of arousal. Within the thick coats of yellow fur, his own member would rest, pulsing with life. Had she yet been conscious, Sarah would have shuddered at the look in Leon's eyes as his conclusions were drawn. The boy who'd emerged from the forest had been unquestionably odd yet ultimately kind, but the one who stood before her now held a spark of something dark in him. A casual dominance, a certainty of superiority that hadn't been there before, ego become dangerous. Perhaps in the depths of her mind, some part of her did shudder and scream, but she could do nothing, the trance suppressing everything that she'd been."To live and serve me is to care greatly for my partner as well." The words burrowed into her brain, absolute truths inscribed upon her self as surely as though he had taken a chisel to etch them inside her skull. She blinked, starting to move slightly, interpreting the orders as Hypno peeled her shirt up over her head, twisting slightly to help him, undress her. Underneath, she was actually a little bustier than Leon might have expected, her breasts held tightly by the practical sports bra she'd been wearing, now loose, firm and rounded, jiggling slightly with each motion she made. All that was left on her were her shoes, long socks, and those tight black shorts, almost totally on display for his viewing pleasure."On your knees, show Hypno the depth of your devotion." Her legs gave out the moment he said it, her body scrambling to obey his words. Her knees would be bruised slightly by the force with which they struck the dirt but the pain was nothing before the command. Leon had notspoken any specific direction but the subtext was clear, and with Hypno's help, all too easily conveyed to the entranced Ranger. Wordlessly, thoughtlessly, she reached between the Pokemon's legs, feeling for the cock she knew would be emerging soon, an act that would have disgusted her in any other circumstance, now performed with alacrity on his orders.Finding it, feeling it, she pulled the cock out, stroking softly as it hardened, and then leaning in to guide it into her mouth, though all the while, she kept one eye on Leon, fixed on the metal disc around his neck... He moved forward, cautiously, watching the scene unfold from a place somewhat removed from his own body. Hypno's on satisfaction became linked to his into a unique experience all on its own. Days ago, Leon held the levity of a brand trainer. He was a bright eyed and innocent, but the deeper he'd dig into his partner's mind, he'd find something different. What he found was a means to be something greater than a mere Pokemon trainer. Each of Hypno's movements would serve as another strike against her mind, breaking away at the malleable shape until both trainer and master had formed something they could enjoy together.The harder he'd grow, the more his thoughts would be replaced with immense need. He'd tasted the immense carnal pleasure of taking what he'd wanted, and now it was too late for him to peel away from it. Burrowed underneath patches of smooth, warm hair lurked the creature's hardening member. Pokemon anatomy, particularly in regards to reproduction, was a new field. There was much to explore and see, but there was a certain allure about dancing inside of the unknown territory. Combined with the sensuousness of his voice slithering inside of her mind, he'd done his best to build an obsession inside of her heart.Whenever they were at their peak, when their heart's sang as one. The ring would shimmer, produce an unnatural glow. The experience would provide valuable knowledge to Leon. He'd twirl the ring in between his fingers, tempting her with the focus of the hypnosis. As her breasts spilled from her top, he'd drool. His hunger and appetite for her grew, easily indicated by his manhood growing to fill the space inside of his loose trainer shorts.Enjoy her with me my friendHypno grinned with delight. He'd begin to explore her body with his soft paws, deceptively gentle for a creature who'd had a desire to rule and subjugate. He'd trace the shape of her breasts, running down along her cleavage, rolling against the texture of her sports bra until he'd discovered her nipples. Hypno would begin to paw at her nipples, eager to feel her. Leon would grab hold of any strands of long golden blond hair, pulling it away from her face to ensure nothing would blurry her view. Once behind her, Leon would proceed to push her head against his hard member.Just as the hypnotism would continue to climb and put her at a greater trance, a blast of Hypno's scent would filter into her. She would receive the full complexity of his scent and flavor. He'd yank hard after each push, priming her to go down once again on Hypno's member, ensuring a rapid mouth fucking. Disgust at what she was doing, fear for the power the two of them held, hatred for their violation of her mind and body, these emotions still flowed from somewhere within her but the trance buried them, smoothed them over, gave her no hold over her own actions. She was a puppet in mind and form, held by Leon as he shoved her face against Hypno's cock again and again, the thick inhuman shaft forcing it's way down her throat as he began to thrust himself in time with Leon's motions. It hurt, but she didn't care,couldn't care, they were everything to her, her world, her life, her Master...With every thrust, with every blow to her psyche, that little screaming voice within grew smaller and smaller, crushed under the weight of the new personality they were making for her. Despite the pain, her body was reacting, her nipples stiffening against the pads of Hypno's paws, her pussy starting to drip as her arousal slowly mounted, some instinctive part of her recognizing what would likely happen next.She would love it, no matter what... Master and trainer would create a silent objective among themselves. Leon himself would split it into two, an essence of what he'd want to accomplish as a trainer, and an essence of what he knew he was capable of. Grabbing her hair, yanking her back and forth to take in his Pokemon's cock, seeing a woman who'd had pride and confidence being reduced into this. He'd known that he'd been provided a great gift in the form of his partner."Hypno." His partner would arch his neck back, gazing out at the night skies while the Pokemon Ranger would continue busily pleasing his master's most prized weapon. Leon would continue, moving her until her lips were a mess of saliva and the sticky fluid oozing from the tip of the long, exotic cock Hypno had jutting out from inside of his luxurious fur. "You belong to us now. Your mind, your body, even your Pokemon."The battlefield that had been set for their Pokemon near moments ago would take on a whole new purpose. Hypno would grab hold of her by the legs, Leon grabbing her arms, tossing her onto the field. The creature knelt down in front of her, peeling off whatever remained of her clothing, then proceeded to push his cock into her. The Pokemon didn't know anything about being slow, being easy, she existed only to please him, and for that reason he'd take her in whatever way he'd wanted.Fast and vigorous thrusts, his hips tumbling into her body with each shove. Meanwhile, Leon would take the opportunity to fill her mouth with his own member, forcing her to polish it. They'd each drown her senses, all until she'd be nothing left besides their own tool. "You belong to us now. Your mind, your body, even your Pokemon." Her fate was sealed, the words made it so, she was owned, she was property, the diminishing part of her, the last vestiges of her free will screamed and raged but they were dying, flickering and fading away. The rough throw jarred her, putting her off balance, she lay in the dirt for a moment, shuddering, one hand inching up to her temple as her head ached. She was property, she couldn't be property, she was owned, but humans weren't owned...Were they?That moment of doubt, of weakness, was the death knell for the woman she'd been. She saw Leon and Hypno move towards her, saw their cocks bobbing, and understood. Her owners wanted her, property did not resist or fight back, property was simply used as its owners desired. She spread her legs, smiling, her eyes empty.It hurt, but that was okay, it felt good too, and she focused on the good. Hypno's cock stretched her wide, making her inner walls ache with the strain of accepting his length and girth, and when Leon presented his shaft to her lips, she opened her mouth easily, even eagerly. She was property, property had purpose, was this her purpose? To relieve them? She could do that...Sarah focused on the pleasure, and started to move against them, meeting Hypno's thrusts with her hips, her head bobbing on Leon's shaft. This was sex... She was their sex toy... Their doll to use...It felt good... The boy and his Hypno would glance at each other, Leon now put into a spell. Though it wasn't the same as what Hypno had done to the girl. Something in him broke, the desire to love was gone. What had remained in its place was an insatiable desire to use the trainer for his own satisfaction. A psychic link would form between him and the woman, one that would be mediated by Hypno.He'd sunk into her mind, searched for his thoughts, eliminated every last one of them with each thrust of his cock. She'd no longer had a purpose, no other purpose than to serve his master. Her Pokemon, her career, her very identity would be offered only to sate her new master. Hypno would make the boy understand, understand the potential that their new partnership had had. Leon would grab hold of the sides of her head, gripping tight to balance her while he'd push back and forth, fucking her mouth.Her master's would evaluate her for her worth, her value to them would be made apparent through this trial. Hypno would brace himself against a tree, putting his back against the branches to brace while grabbing hold of her legs to pull them up to his sides. He'd lock her legs beneath his arms. His paws would dig in underneath her legs.She shall be pinned between us, masterLeon knew what he'd need to do, he'd grab hold of her arms, lifting her up so she'd had no place to ground herself. Leon would inch closer to press her body up against his Pokemon. Master and Pokemon would now bounce her between, a thrust of Hypno's cock sending her forward to envelop Leon's pulsating member once more. She was trapped between them, claimed for their pleasure."Hyp.. hypno!" His features had looked different, he'd towered over the woman. Hypno's ears pointed tall, his white coated furs standing, his paws shaped almost into the form of claws. The woman could feel the creatures cold hairs inside of her. Her ass would buck up against his cold fur. The only comfort she'd had left was simply a deceit.

['Roxanne', 'Birch']

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The Jugs of a Witch: Jughead and Sabrina.......WHAT! (Princess Kaylin x East)

THE JUGS OF A WITCH! Jughead and Sabrina are a what? Princess Kaylin X east "lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" Prologue Music for Scene Sabrina sighs as she rubs her forehead sitting on Jughead's couch in his dad's old trailer god rest his soul. "It all started when...." Smoke swirls around Sabrina as she starts to talk as if a flashback was about to begin. "So I found these pots that were in my aunts boxes in the attic since they left for paris a few weeks back. I decided to read and learned they were a ritual one that could call fourth wisdom of wise old gods who ...well you know how my grades are I figured I could get some help studying and learn how to wind up getting into Harvard in a few years.....not just be this high school grad that ran with the serpents off and on.." "So yeah anyways I set up this ritual with these pots....well ironically they were more like jugs." She giggled as she held out a stupid duel monsters card, "See looked just like this." Sabrina paused as she felt Salem jump onto her lap and he gave her a look of annoyance."SABRINA STOP CLOWNING AROUND THIS IS NOT THE TIME NOR PLACE.....TELL HIM THE NEED TO OR SO HELP ME GOD." "Do you want your catnip....I am your dealer Salem so you better hush and let me talk to Juggsy k."Salem settles down as he glances over to Jughead, "She is your problem....I warned her child's card games are not a thing to toy with."Sounds start to get closer from the outsideSabrina puts her finger to her lips as she makes sure they are against the couch. Eyes start to glow as it gets closer to the window. A green frog like humanoid walked over by the window. It was croaking and making strange horrific sounds as it twitched its neck before turning and wandering off towards the other side of the trailer park following screams of a woman and a cop shooting off a gun. "EVERYONE STAY IN YOUR HOMES THE THING BEING HANDLED WE ARE NOT SURE HOW MANY MORE ARE AROUND!"Sabrina starts to laugh a bit as she bursts out next to jughead not loud for others but for just them in the trailer."Juggsy that was the last one I mean I killed one when it tried to drag me down under the water. The other on the way here with the car. That was the last one...haha screw you wise old ones my ass more like creepy stalkers from a 1950s horror flick."She pauses seeing Salem glaring at her. "yeah long story short I kind of blew up my house... "The black cat launches onto Jug's lap as he speaks up, "No no no she set fire to the house during the ritual knocking over some candles....then she proceeded to try and put them out with ALCOHOL SHE IS DRUNK AND SHE WENT TO THE DOCK TO GET WATER AND..."Sabrina sulked as she rubbed her long white hair and started to play with it in her fingers, "I fucked up...I know...I mean Mr. Satan is probably going to use this against my aunts to try and find a way to control me as a witch.....can I just crash here for a few days then I can go and fix all this...I mean I need to find another spell."Salem glares as Sabrina sighs,"And a spellbook...that was in the fire.....you know."She hic'ups as she smirks blushing, "I always liked you Juggsy .and I don't say that just cause im drunk I mean technically yes but I have been writing about you in my diary for a long long time and "Salem nuzzles against Jughead's arm as he mutters, "She used a spell that kind of brought the seekers of the old ones and a stupid spell that was basically a truth spell....she started drinking while she was driving due to blowing up the damn house......talk some sense into the girl she won't listen to a familiar." When Sabrina had first moved in to Riverdale with her two aunts she was the talk of the town, the wierd girl in an old home, and it didn't help that the town had been beset upon by weirdness since then. Of course Jughead had become fast friends with her, after all he was an outcast just as much as she was for the most part. However the truth about her was far more weird than he would have guessed. Hot Dog barked as the knock on the door rang out near the middle of the night. Jughead Jones was wearing only a pair of pajama pants walked groggy to the door. answering it to find Sabrina before she collapsed into his sofa and went on a sprawling tale about what happened to her home, hearing that the old house had burned down he was of course sympathetic he knew that if it were his home that burned down he would be doing the same thing. Though he did let out a squeak as he was pulled into the sofa and the thing at the window passed by, just another haunting image that he would have to repress and deal with another day. "I thought we agreed not to use the powers of hell too solve simple problems."He went to the kitchen as Salem helped to translate. Salem himself was being hounded, a cat in a dogs territory was not a great thing. So the once proud warlock would be chased about the room by the large english sheep dog."Of course you can crash here Sabrina."https: static.comicvine.com uploads scale small 11 111746 3341384 3882512687 hotdo.jpgAs he walked through the kitchen Jughead poured a large glass of water, bringing it to the table and putting it in front of her along with some aspirin. "Drink up, we can work on solutions in the morning."He put a hand around her shoulder lifting her up onto her feet, crash here she could, but not on the sofa. He could smell the smoke on her from the fire she had started, and saw ash on her clothing and hair, he brought her to the bathroom, and started to run a bath for her. He heard her talking about how she liked him, and tried to ignore it, as much as he was a teenage boy being told by one of his crushes and best friends that he was cute he could recognize that she was drunk off of her ass. Even if he had it in him to take advantage of that moment for anything she was as likely to puke on him as she was kiss him."We can talk about that in the morning as well, for now take a bath, drink the water and await your hang over. I'll make sure you have something to eat in the morning."It was a morning he wouldn't be looking forward too, he pulled out a bathrobe for Sabrina to use after she got out of the tub."leave your clothes on the floor and I'll put them in the wash when you get out. After you can crash in my room." https: i.imgur.com eZ7AoAS.jpg "I thought we agreed not to use the powers of hell too solve simple problems." Sabrina frowned shifting her weight looking down, "Yeah but Juggsy ..what was I suppose to do...just fail at getting help for college...I don't have the money for a tutor....Pop's barely aids with the bills since my aunts are full fledge witches...." She sighs as she notices Jughead walking away. Her eyes watching his ass as he left for the kitchen, "Of course you can crash here Sabrina." Sabrina froze a bit as she took another deep breath, "Thanks Juggsy...uhm...." She glances around and reaches for the serpent jacket sliding it on. She pauses as she sees Jughead enter back with a water and some medicine. "Drink up, we can work on solutions in the morning." Sabrina blinked as she smirked picking up the pills and tossing them into her mouth. She took a swig of the water as she drank it and opened her mouth, "AHHHHH see I took them happy...." As Jughead helped her stand and head to the bathroom, Sabrina would stumble numerous times. Salem on the other hand was hissing at Hotdog, "JONES.... SPELLMAN... I WAS NOT MADE INTO SOME CAT TO BE A MUTTS PLAYTHING.....CALL OFF THE HOUND OR SO HELP ME I WILL USE MAGIC!" Salem jumped onto the couch as he claimed a spot and glared at Hotdog, "HOTDOG DOWN....HOTDOG SIT....HOTDOG PLAY DEAD AND STAY!" Salem smirks as he issues commands, "I could get use to this couch...." https: i.imgur.com Dume4fB.jpg https: i.imgur.com LmAk3Vc.jpg Sabrina yawned a bit as she was lead to the bathroom. She paused as Jughead was leaving listening to him talk bout bath water hangover.....and food..... OH GOD FOOD....I AM SO DAMN HUNGRY! Sabrina glanced over as she slid into the tub, "I could make him burgers...no he said no magic......but its juggsy " She frowned a bit as she slowly started to clean herself before she glanced over the tub and grasped the side of the toilet. She rubbed her mouth as she got up again and went back to the tub. Sabrina took a few slips as she grumbled. After about 15 minutes, she stood up and wandered over seeing Jughead left her a robe. She blinked a bit as she took her underwear and the jacket. "I mean....one wouldn't hurt." She focused as she tried to conjure a burger and began to eat it walking out teasing a bit, "Juggsy I made a burger look." She was holding a creepy mutated failed spell of a burger as she kept trying to bite it more. The thing sprouted legs as it scurried off out the window. "SABRINA ANGELICA SPELLMAN DO I NEED TO REMIND YOU ABOUT YOUR TIME OF THE MONTH YOUR MAGIC WILL NOT WORK SERIOUSLY HOW COME I AM SITTING ON A COUCH WATCHING A POP'S SPIDER BURGER RUN OUT OF A HOUSE! ARE YOU MAD WOMAN.....DO YOU WANT TO BE LIKE YOUR AUNT HILDA AND HAVE ZELDA BURRY YOUR ASS IN THE BACKYARD! CAUSE THEY WILL COME BACK AND SHE WILL DO THAT!" Of course Jug heads's eyes strayed towards Sabrina's legs as she was only currently wearing underwear. He barely even saw the burger, even as it sprouted legs and crawled up his wall, leaving a grease trail. He groaned slightly as Salem told her that she shouldn't even be casting magic. He put a hand on her shoulder turning her towards the bedroom, walking her towards the door."Please Sabrina, for the love of anything unholy stop trying to use magic to help. You don't need it right now, what you need is a good night sleep." He shook his head knowing she was growing on him, in truth had he been able to catch the living burger he probably would have gone and eaten it. He pulled back the covers of his bed, and pushed her onto it. Before pulling back, and basically tucking her in for the night."There is water on the night stand, I am trying to help you, please just no more magic? for me?"Jughead walked out of the room, shut the door and collapsed for a moment against the door sitting down. He ran a hand along his face. Why couldn't girls just be simple, like food? He felt exausted, and knew that come morning he would have a sober and hung over Sabrina to deal with. He glanced toward Salem."I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but is there any chance you know a spell that can fix the house Sabrina burned down before her aunts get back?" After all the problems Sabrina's magic usually caused for them, the answer in life was not usually to use more magic to fix them.Slowly jughead moved to the couch throwing himself onto it, and closing his eyes till morning. Come morning he would wake up a bit early, throwing on an apron he started to work in the kitchen to make some food, properly cooking some eggs, and bacon for the two of them."Sabrina, breakfast!" "Please Sabrina, for the love of anything unholy stop trying to use magic to help. You don't need it right now, what you need is a good night sleep." Sabrina rolled her eyes a bit at Jughead as she leaned in trying to kiss him but more of resting her head onto his shoulder. The witch shakes her head as she lets Jug lead her to the bedroom. She yawns a bit as she slowly feels herself resting onto the mattress. As Jughead pulled back the covers of his bed, and pushed her onto it, Sabrina would mutter, "Juggsy .please....sleep in...the bed..i'll be " She drifted off to sleep as she slowly heard some words, "There is water ......night stand, ...trying ...help you, ...no more magic? for me?" Sabrina mutters as she felt her eyes becoming heavier, "fine...you..owe me.." The jacket had a ticket of a used scratch ticket that was not there prior. It was clearly scratched from Sabrina but was the real deal..it had the winning numbers for some unknown amount since the thing was damaged from the fire. Sabrina shifted in her sleep a bit as she woke up on a beach. She turned bright red looking at Jughead in a bathing suit with his shirt off. "JUGGSY!" She would call out as she paused feeling something now on her ankle. A warlock with claws was pulling her, "YOU BROKE MAGIC LAW PUNISHMENT IS..." Before the sentence was finished she turned seeing Jughead as a corpse reaching for her, "NO!" She started to scream a bit in her sleep as she felt herself raising. In the dream she felt tentacles wrap around her and start tugging on the bathing suit, "GET OFF ME!" She felt herself pulled into the water turning to face a squid faced monster who was wearing a tux, "SABRINA!!!!!!!!" As Jughead glanced toward Salem. "I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but is there any chance you know a spell that can fix the house Sabrina burned down before her aunts get back?" Salem perked his ears up as he shakes his head, "No no no...we are not allowed to use magic to fix something like this....you could use the money from that lottery ticket She bought you....I mean it probably is a big sum since its well you know the actual winning numbers." The cat paused as he shifted from his cat form into his goblin like ghost form he was cursed with, "Sabrina's mind is being attacked! stay here.....I got this." Salem ghosted up the stairs quickly as he glared into the room seeing a fish man. He growled as he slammed into the creature clawing and biting before destroying the center making it vanish into smoke. He shifted back into a cat spitting the strange voodoo doll aside. "Probably one of those catty bitches who bully her." Sabrina slowly lowered onto the bed again as she slept calm. Salem glanced over at whatever actions Jughead did as he meowed a moment. "I will stand guard but most likely it was just a nightmare hex." "Sabrina, breakfast!" Sabrina yawned as she slowly woke up smelling the coffee, eggs, and sausage. She held her forehead a bit as she took the water and paused seeing Salem, "Oh what a cute kitty.....you protecting me....I owe you Salem." The cat smirked as he spoke, "Nope we are partners remember we protect each other I am no goblin servant." Sabrina looked over as she took a shirt of Jugheads and wore it like a night gown before heading down and sitting smiling at the table, "Juggsy thanks...this looks amazing....oh I brought you a gift." She would place the scratch ticket on the table, "Figured whatever it is would help pay for any trouble I caused you." Sabrina would bite into the sausage as she took a sip of her coffee rather quickly and dropped the fork, "HOT!" She shook her head as she blew on the coffee and drank more carefully. Watching Sabrina fall asleep made Jughead pretty exausted, and by the time he had the conversation with Salem, he completely glanced over the words winning lottery ticket. It felt like there was a lot more to do than just fix a house. Riverdale just kept getting weirder and weirder these days. By the time morning was rolling around and the massive breakfast was prepared he was more awake and able to deal with all that he had learned from the night before. He watched as the two of them sat down to dinner, leading up too Sabrina burning her tongue on the hot coffee."Well it did just come out of the coffee pot, you have to be a little more careful than that."In truth Sabrina needed to be a lot more careful. He looked at the Lottery ticket. He was wary of it, even as he picked it up. Something about the old saying that there was no such thing as free money in this world. Yet here was with a witch at his table getting a lottery ticket that had almost guaranteed winning numbers. "I'm going to cash that, but I'm going to use it to help fix up the house you burned down so that your aunts won't completely banish you to some other plane of existence." The words pained Jughead Jones as he looked at the ticket, he knew that he absolutely should use the money to help Sabrina, but at the same time it felt like he was just handed an infinite buffet ticket that he was going to give up. Hand this money to any other man in Riverdale, and they would have helped themselves to it without a second thought. Archie would have cheated behind Sabrina's back while using the money on things like lavish dates or impressing veronica and Betty. Reggie would have probably spent the money all on himself and left her homeless and penniless leaving her to whatever punishment that her aunts could think up. He probably also would have slept with her last night luring her into his bed and treating her like garbage because that was what Reggie did. Dilton would have funded some new mad science experiment. Moose... well actually there was a small chance Moose would have used the cash to help her as well. It felt in some way unfair that he, Jughead the town clown and reporter was pretty much the only guy who could be trusted to be honest and not abuse the money he was being handed. that he alone would actually help a young woman who was down on her luck instead of helping himself too the infinite food that money could buy. Slowly Jughead came back to reality that knowledge that there was something more important than the money he was putting aside. He looked at Sabrina, the young white haired woman whom was wearing just one of his shirts burning her tongue on his cooking. He smiled at her and sighed. She was right she did cause a lot of problems for him, and honestly he didn't mind that. "Sabrina, last night you said some things about writing about me in your diary, um... what did you mean by that? and don't try to play it off as being drunk, Salem told me about the truth spell." Jughead started to eat as well, taking his portion of the breakfast all the while his eyes wondered about Sabrina as he watched her. When he swallowed and could talk again without being offensive he sighed. "And why didn't you come to me for help with your course work sooner? you know I am good at studying I could have helped you." Sabrina turned bright red. She looked with wide eyes at Jughead. Her eyes darted slightly to the upper left as she thought of some kind of lie but then just glared straight at Salem as he held up her diary behind Juggsy. "As said on the fifth page of the Clow of Sabrina, "I was at Pop's again working today, that Jones boy showed up...I offered him the usual free pie and soda pop....god I wish I had the courage to ask him to go on another date or take another shot but he just broke it off with Betty a few months back...damn it why can't I stand up for myself I do against Madam Satan but I just can't seem to..." "SALEM I AM GOING TO HAVE YOU DECLAWED! STOP IT!" Salem hopped off the kitchen table as he ran around avoiding Sabrina as she stood up. She tossed the chair aside as she tried to grab the damn warlock goblin cat..."YOU ARE MY FAMILIAR NOT SOME ALLEY CAT! STOP IT!" "Oh and here is a few weeks ago....Hey Father...wish mom and you were still around on our plane of exsistance...I really need help....I do not wish to be with Harvey again that thing last year was awful and too much drama....I dont want that warlock at the school I want to go to Riverdale I want to be on the Newspaper club and see him....I want to be a Nancy Drew and be able to solve not just the world of Magic but the world of humans...I want to YEAOOOOOHHHHHHH" Sabrina stepped on Salem's tail as she smirked, "A tail for a tale furball." The cat smirked as he went full force against Sabrina's leg knocking her forward, "Bigger they are half breed" Sabrina stumbled as she fell into Jughead when she tripped. Her face was bright red as she muttered, "Whatever go pester someone else.." Salem smiled as he spoke up dropping the book next to Sabrina, "The Damage is done and it had to be done.....you had many chances to talk to the man...you had many times to ask for help but you did what your aunts, your cousin, and I told you not to...you dabbled you twirled and you wound up making a giant mess!" The cat turned as he flicked his tail against Sabrina's nose. "Next time do not make me have to force you to ask for help...you had the money to even fix it...you got like 100,000 you could buy a house and give half to him but nooo you missed Juggsy's Bday and you need to give him it to get him out of the trailer park....seriously one of these days Madam Satan will deliver you to him or worse...Do you think doing things to old ones is wise....you are now a target not just for the lord of darkness but for those above him...." Sabrina pouted as she glared muttering, "Whatever...I thought I could handle it." A cultist burst into a cabin door near the woods at the end of Riverdale, "Madam Satan...the deep ones failed.....they were spotted as well...riverdale pd is watching for things that go bump like they did years ago......the old one is desperate he wants his debt filled." Madam Satan looked over glancing to the cultist. "Not to worry...My master decided she is too much of a pain for him...he wanted that power for himself....that rebellious halfling has done nothing but prove to be more of a threat than an asset. I personally was given the order to serve her on a slab for your master....she may have written her name in the book but it is not her full name...she is not one of ours so she is free to claim...how about we call some assistance in. Jughead listened to Salem as he read the journal allowed. In truth he was a bit shocked about what he was listening too. He had no idea that Sabrina thought about him this much, or that her desires were to be a part of his news paper club, or that she was thinking about them the moment he had broken up with Betty. That relationship had been sweet, but it had ended rather quickly because of her constant on and off infatuation with Archie. The man may have been his best friend, but he was also the worst cock block in the entire town of Riverdale. A place that had only gotten stranger since Sabrina had come to it, and he wouldn't have had it any other way."Okay, I'm in." He said cutting off her small pitty party. He stepped up from his seat, leaving the food behind, he gently placed his hand over top of Sabrina's. Reassuring her that it was all going to be okay. She had wanted to surprise him for his birthday, but somehow completely missed it, Jughead wasn't really the type to really hold onto those kind of milestones. "I may not have liked having to pry it from your cat, I would have rather heard it from your lips." He let some of the writer flare show as he leaned against the table and sat next to her, rubbing her back gently. He wasn't sure what the world of magic had in store for having broken their laws, but he knew one thing.He liked Sabrina a lot. The white haired girl was resting her head against his table, and he wanted to help her with every fiber of his being. "Perhaps, instead of giving me money for my missed birthday, you could give me a kiss?" He asked looking at her. "Whatever you are a target for we will work together to fix this." He said flexing his weak arms but the point stood he wasn't going to leave her. "Okay, I'm in." As Jughead placed his hand on Sabrina's, She would turn bright red and slide hers over to clasp his fingers with hers. She would speak faintly, "But you have Betty well had betty uhm...." She shakes her head as she breathes a bit faster. "Okay, I'm in." Sabrina glanced over watching Jughead slide next to her into a rather seductive lean. She blushed more as she quickly unclasped his hand and took a sip of coffee to distract herself. As soon as Jughead's hand started to massage her back, Sabrina would let out a moan of relief. She leaned back as she stumbled speaking, "oh god....that feels so good...." While Jughead sat down, Sabrina kept feeling the hand on her shoulders rubbing in the spots that always got her the worst. "Perhaps, instead of giving me money for my missed birthday, you could give me a kiss?" Jughead asked looking at her. Sabrina coughed as she quickly glanced over bright red, "I uh..." "Whatever you are a target for we will work together to fix this." Jughead said flexing his weak arms but the point stood he wasn't going to leave her. Sabrina took a deep breath as she nodded turning fully red. She would close her eyes leaning in as she kissed Jughead on the lips. Her arms would slide around his neck as she slowly moved off her chair and into his lap. "Mmmmm" Sabrina would back off a bit as she blushed touching her lips. "Let me try that again....I can do better." She would go back in for seconds clearly. Salem shook his head as he muttered, "Geez get a room...teenagers..." Salem would wander off into another room as he purred nuzzling into the couch cushion. As Sabrina straddled his lap, his hands supported her landing on her bare thighs, as she kissed him. The first kiss was clumsy, and broke too quickly. He smiled when she said that she could do better, he knew it was true. His hand traced along her bare thigh, feeling her soft round ass. He nodded, as his hand went up her back feeling her smooth skin under the borrowed shirt she was wearing as he pressed close to her. This time he took the lead as he pressed her closer to him, his lips coming into contact with hers. His eyes closing after a few seconds pressing against her again more passionately.His pants were tight enough that sitting on his lap, she would feel him shift getting more comfortable with something atop him. The thin line of her panties coming into contact with his pant's zipper, and the slowly hardening bulge that was in his pants. When the second kiss broke, Jughead did what was probably the most brazen thing he would, and lifted her shirt. his hands already feeling her backside, he pulled the shirt up to reveal Sabrina's breasts, as he kissed her neck. "You're the only one here Sabrina." He said softly, knowing he wanted her. Betty was back with Archie, in their on and off drama nonsense, somehow the half witch was by far the more sane option rather than trying to deal with their particular brand of crazy.Lifting her shirt his hand came to touch her. His fingers playing softly with her nipples and areola admiring Sabrina's breast, he wasn't sure if he was taking this too far or not, only that he wanted her, and now he knew that she wanted him at least if that diary entry was anything to go off of. Sabrina turned bright red as she felt the hand brushing against her bare thigh to her ass. As it slowly glided up her spine, Sabrina let out a squeak leaning forward with the pull. She closed her eyes tight as she felt Jughead moving in biting her lip as she felt his start to touch. She would continue as she moaned reaching behind him to hold on. "Mmmm" Sabrina squirmed slightly as she felt the zipper of his jeans with the now growing wood pushing the side of her thong away. She shook her head letting out another moan of pleasure feeling herself starting to become moist. Sabrina's mind wandered as she kissed him. Its like a dream...this can't be happening...did Satan curse me with some hex spell....I mean Juggsy actually into me...this has not happened since our date back when I first met him....minus the burger outfit....damn pops....i mean it paid well....but still...shit he tastes like forbidden fruit... https: i.imgur.com F5u5BgL.jpg Salem watched with amusement till he felt tugging on his tail. He glared back at Hotdog as the mutt smirked playing with him. Damn this mutt......this is my entertainm... He hissed for a second as he turned He is interupting the horny humans.....damn it hotdog cut the shit.... Another tug and another snap F this! Salem leaped off the couch as he shifted into the horrid cursed goblin form...once a proud warlock now trapped as a goblin familiar does have some perks. Salem spoke softly as he reached around the corner with his hideous glowing yellow eyes and skinny demonic fingers, "Hotdog.....its goblin time....show me how to leave...." The dog yipped as it rushed for a doggie door. It took off into the woods behind the trailer park as Salem just shifted back and walked out proud watching the dog run, "GO ON GET NOT LIKE OUR OWNERS WILL BE NOTICING YOUR CHAOS." Salem sighed as he pawed his head, "Crap....I have to keep an eye on that mutt....he might go and screw with the ghoulies..." As Jughead removed her shirt and kissed her neck speaking, Sabrina would arch her back away a bit as she let out another moan. "You're the only one here Sabrina." Jughead's fingers rubbing against her nipples made Sabrina close her legs tightly, "Jugsy...pleas..." She felt her juices sliding down her inner thighs now onto Jughead's Pants. "I...I can't...I'm going to...." She let out a loud moan as she let herself orgasm not holding back. He felt the way sabrina shivered in his arms, he watched as her panties became wet as she achieved her orgasm merely by his touch. He had hardly started, and she had already hit the peak of her pleasure, that was hardly very fair to him. He grabbed her ass, lifting her, and pretty much tossing the light witch onto the table. Ignoring the clatter of plates, or even some of the food that she landed on. Standing up, he pulled his pants down, as he showed Sabrina, just how he was feeling about this situation. His throbbing hard cock was plane to display, as he leaned over her body, lifting those silk white panties up her thighs.He pulled the last remaining piece of clothing off of Sabrina's body, and looked her over, his hand on her shoulder, as his lips touched her breast, sucking on her nipple for a moment, some of the maple syrup had landed on her breast, and his tongue lapped up the sticky sweet sugar eagerly tracing along her sensitive skin as his eyes devoured her.Without much more of a word, His cock rubbed against Sabrina's crotch, gently at first, before sliding into her pussy, entering her, and pressing down against her slick entrance, the orgasm she had earlier prepped her for the member to follow. And Jughead moaned as he took her, rocking his hips against her shaking the table with every thrust. Sabrina moaned out as she felt herself now on the food. She smirked as she watched him starting to disrobe her.Sabrina let out a moan of pleasure as Jughead began to lick food off her. "Juggsy..." Sabrina reached with her arms around his neck and shoulders as she arched her back. As his cock slide against her soft lips, Sabrina would cry out. She felt her body twitching with excitement as Jughead started to thrust her. She could feel the table starting to shake faster and faster as Sabrina felt herself become more wet with each thrust."I'm cumming...."Sabrina had no control as she kept wiggling to the thrusts unable to do more than have an orgasm. Sabrina always seemed to have a hair trigger. It didn't take much to throw her over the edge, and the two had already made a mess of the breakfast he had served her.He felt her cumming, and he held her against the table. His hips rolling against her now extremely wet pussy creating sloppy sounds as he fucked her. He moaned passionately holding her nude body against him. His lips found her mouth and he kissed her stealing her breath away for a long moment as he held her. his hips greedily slapping against her pussy filling the entire house with the sounds of raw passionate sex.He broke that kiss, pulling out of her a moment later breathing heavily as he pulled away from her. Sitting down on the chair his errect cock still throbbing needing release. "Sabrina, I've got something special in mind for desert." He took up the can of whip cream, spraying some on the tip of his red cock. "Come lick it off." Sabrina breathed faster as she felt herself being thrusted against. As the kisses grew longer, she could feel herself becoming slightly light headed. She would let out several moans before laying on the table breathing. "lick..what.." Her eyes blinked as she saw the whip cream on Jughead's second head. "Oh....that...." She blushed as she slide down off the table onto her knees. She would rest her hands onto Jughead as she closed her eyes. "mmmm" She slid her lips down as she would lick each side of it before started to suck. Sabrina would be bobbing her head ever so slightly as she explored Jughead's taste. She raised her head as she licked her lips, "Jugsy.....what would you like for your desert?"

['Kaylin', 'X', 'Jughead']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/94676/

Overlord of Cross Reverie (Wiki X Arc)

The TwinsKen looked around as his vision slowly cleared from the darkness like from a very long dream not remembering what was between staring at his screen, and this morning as he moved his fingers as if pressing the keys of a keyboard before looking down at his hands they did not look right somehow. Looking forward he did not show any emotion as he took in the fresh air, and scene of the large field that as far as he was concerned was right out of his dreams. Slowly he started to look down at his body feeling odd when he noticed the thick armor made from animal bone that hugged his chest, and sides the small leather covering his heart making him realize that it was the magic armor he wore in game. It was not very comfortable though had some of the best stats due to magical properties yet for some reason it felt wrong right now. He felt his hand rest on the hilt of his long sword that might as well been a great sword by it's size it would drag on the ground behind him except for the way he lift it gently though it strained his arm very quickly. The large shield buckled to his left arm covered up along his entire arm as well as some of his shoulder. Ashton was taking it a very differently, "Wow, where did we end up?" He had a large grin on his face wearing a simple black vest adorned with gold trim. His wrists were wrapped with cloth bracers, and white silk pants he placed his hands on his sides feeling the large silver tome he had tied there which he felt lightly. "I do not think we are at home." The obvious statement seeing as they could not feel their controls they were not in a chair at a desk they were somehow moving around. He turned to face his brother ignoring everything else around them for the moment, "Hey what the hell happened?" He noticed his brother was thinking trying to take everything in it would be a short bit before he would have anything to say. "Well then whatever shall we do now..." Mitsuslowly got up and held her head, her white hair falling all over her face slowly trying to get up before eventually moving to a tree and leaning over it to stay up. Right now she just really hate the strange feeling before looking around oddly then down to her hand and herself to see the odd armor. It was weirdly similar to the character she had mostly remembered, raising her hand behind her to feel the handle of the sword and pull it to be more of a black and blue glowing greatsword with skulls and dark energy like the armor turning then to just even wander off a bit with no point for now. Ashton noticed her move his skins snappy to game mode, "Hail friend have you come to challenge the Most powerful Twins ever to grace this land?" He made a flourish that turned into a bow, "Do you dare challenge the two that rival any Demon Lord!?" It was clear the familiar wrote of his story helped relax him his wide grin as he was ready.Ken looked to his brother then to her as he pulled out his sword feeling the weird weight in his hand followed by the sword glowing before he cried out in pain as the sword rejected using it in combat unworthy of it's power as he was now. "Blasted blade is not supposed to do that." He leaned down picking it up trying to figure out what happened.With a grunt Ken shook his hand feeling the same burn as his brother did, "Hey we are only supposed to hurt them not ourselves brother!" She moved over to hear a voice and two brothers even possibly and easily twins as well, her clawed hands on her hips as she watched them already pull out their weapons. hmmm I don t have much power but I have more than enough for you, pulling out her own greatsword, a huge black pulsing blue blade matching of course her armor as well. hmph, well I ll make it easier on myself then... raising her hand with the sword on the ground in front of her as a blue light would surround her. I activate my class ability, dark armor transformation, juggernaut overdrive!Legionnaire gamma omegus! Her body changing into light then a very dark blue glow as light came off the middle of the sword being absorbed into her body and changing into the shapes of armor before finally turning black and solid. Eventually she would start to attack, slamming her sword, down before charging off very fast for its size as well. Ken raised his shield as if the attack was nothing, but as she struck his shield he felt his arm buckle some as he slid her attack to the side rolling away cursing his misfortune that whatever was wrong was effecting his shield. He unbuckled the useless shield letting it fall to the ground reading for her next attack. His mind racing at the turn of events wanting to know why his gear was not working then feeling his melee skills he could tell despite knowing then he could not activate them.Ashton let out a sigh as he was finding most his buff spells out of grasp right now running to the lowest teir spell that felt right, "Cure light wounds" He watched as his bother's light damage vanished running over what was going on. "Weakling spells work just fine, Brother re equip your novice twink gear!" Taking his own advice he took the powerful tome he held placing it in some kind of portal feeling the powers gained from the low level well worn tome he pulled sighing a little in relief. hmph I feel strange as well, luckily my base powers are strong but they could be better. Giving a sigh as she looked at herself. other than my end armor I m not really that much strong beside my base class abilities I can only use as well... Explaining as waited for an attack to block then. Ken smirked at her waiting for him as he picked up his previous gear putting it away, "Class skills work fine, good to know." Pulling out a very simple looking long sword feeling the magic item fill him with strength taking a small buckle out. "Here I come!" Lunging forward he sent his blade forward baiting her to swing at the opening he left on his right. She blocked the spot he did get her into though blocked his sword with her arm guard as a shock of blue lightning flowed out as she moved in to grab him and slam him into the ground in front of her. hmph...glad I finally put work on this damn good armor, it really was annoying to get... slamming her foot onto his chest to hold him down. typical.... not really impressed at all. so make your move then, charging a blue ball and throwing it at the other. Smirking he slid her leg to make her aim off for his brother rolling to his feet grinning wildly, "Oh, but this is getting fun right now!" Ken was not taking her serious the benefit of a healer meant over time he could easily wear her down. Surprised she had not tried to go after his bother for healing, but he knew it would not work anyhow they were good at protecting that flaw.Ashton was just as relaxed as the ball of blue energy veered off from the target shaking his head, "Let me know when your ready to get serious brother!" He laughed softly there was a reason they were hard to beat as a team. A powerful tank, and a healer made for easy wins with prolonged fights. fine then.... slamming her sword as it changed into a heavier form but with her strength it wouldn t be hard to swing it as fast. aura of despair level 1. Living shadow level 1... as a the shadow behind her would rise to be another copy before rushing off being a bit less stronger than her but still hard to kill going for the healer then as her aura would buy her a few seconds if the other charge and with the copy attacking anyway, chain lightning... moving her hand out then. "Time out!" Ashton chuckled as he activated one of his class abilities his brother taking his place, and he was near her for a moment as he jumped back ready to defend against her to redirect her chain lightning spell seeming to be used to this. His stance was completely defensive almost impossible to break through, and actually attack him.Ken was all to ready to switch spots as he grinned, "Parameter up, Breath of the Fallen" Ken moved taking out the shadow with ease as the power up for a short time made him much more powerful though it clearly caused some wear, and tear on his body as he grinned at her, "That was a good move, are you a fellow player?" psh what kind of question is that... smiling with a laugh, and it looks like my weak shadow still gave you a bad time mostly. Would have been worse id there were bodies here or even just human heads here... giving a hint to an ability as she would jump back and dodge the lightning then. living shadow level 1. Moving in to charge but changing that it was much more coordinated attack though with the two of them now. Ken swapped with his brother so her target would be the brother who had melee skills, "Guess it would not make sense for you huh...? He pushed his blade out to parry her attack slipping between her shadow so he would be behind her still trying to figure out the best course boosting his stats again to slip between her."Can't keep healing you forever brother stop spamming, I do not have access to the eigth teir spells right now." He cast cure on himself which was appearing to heal his brother the more powerful self heal would keep them going for some time even using his bothers classs skills which all hurt him for powerful boosts. and with the that she sent the shadow again against the other going for the healer, trying to grab him and slam him down to the ground again with her foot over him. hmph well I don t really feel it right now, but I guess screw it and I ll think about getting some power and rule even maybe, so I guess you have to help me then..hmm maybe summon a demon or something too, but don t know. "I mean just cause a beauty like you could bring a ruler to his knees with a glance does not mean you should" Ken seemed to pause standing straighter and less of a combat pose, "Also if you try to rule the world all kinds of fun challengers will rise up..."Ashton chuckled softly knowing his brother was always looking for a challenge one of the highest rated PvP players, and with the two of them it made things very easy. Though he tried not to notice the flirtatious comment as he put hand hand up using a holy spell to blast at the shadow. and what are you gonna try to stop me or something, and thanks for the damn obvious...well I guess I m gonna go to the damn kingdom then...switching her armor and sword before turning to walk. Ken watched her turn half shocked she seemed so suddenly to change. "Must be half loose in the head or something..." He shrugged with her loss of interest in battle deflated his own fun of it. "Well I ain't no lap dog gonna chase after you like some damn lost child."Ashton did not get involved here using another health spell then relaxing to regain his mana watching her walk away. "Combat blue balls apparently is a thing." Chuckling to himself he knew his brother would be on a rampage to train unable to access a great deal of their gear or skills did not sit well with either of them. She turned around, fine guess I ll just destroy you then. Summoning her armor back before moving to attack, and I m not about fair then...you shouldn t even have trusted me still when I stopped dummy... Ken saw an opportunity in this as he put up a hand as if to ask her to hold up a minute, "I have a proposal for you, If you would be so kind as to humor me" Still taking a defensive position he watched her to see if she would listen to what he had to say. ummm and you can t say it already without asking first? Well a ruler does need people like that anyway but whatever... shrugging as she held her sword on her shoulder, so what then unless your gonna surrender or make a dumb bet... "Gonna make a dumb bet of course" he put his hands out with a laugh, "if you win my brother, and I will do as you please for a year." He smirked knowing if they both battled her, and he took it serious it would be unfair, "Just me, my brother will stay out of it as much as he can. If I win you have to do what I say for a month" His grin showed his confidence they had been playing since the game came out, and he had many tricks up his sleeve. "Gonna make a dumb bet of course" he put his hands out with a laugh, "if you win my brother, and I will do as you please for a year." He smirked knowing if they both battled her, and he took it serious it would be unfair, "Just me, my brother will stay out of it as much as he can. If I win you have to do what I say for a month" His grin showed his confidence they had been playing since the game came out, and he had many tricks up his sleeve. jeez....you really annoy me... already charging and doing an attack as she made another shadow clone, and being able to block most of his attacks with very good dodges or her weapon making it very hard at all for him. "Does that mean we have a deal?" He was ready for her attacks parrying her seeming to actually focus gaining a more serious look wanting her to take him seriously he was a skilled fighter, and treating him like this would be no good if they were to spend any amount of time. Ken needed someone to anchor to this world, and she seemed hot headed enough to take a bet that he seemed sure he would win for some reason. The girl just ignored it as she would rush in and attack then, using some spells to hit his blind spots and sides as she hit the front of course before jumping back and sending the shadow. Ken sighed as she did not seem to enjoy the banter. "You're no fun, always looking down on others I bet... Not seeing the attempts as valid." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a potion throwing back the red liquid. Then snapping another two items felling the free instant cast of his highest class skill. "Activate skill, blood of the demon lord" he felt the skyrocket of all his attributes taking the battle serious though with her behavior seemed to lose his humor as he dispatched her shadow with an careless sweep. With her he suddenly went all out smashing the back of his blade into the armor joints hoping to break the armor or greatly weaken her wanting to teach her some humility. She slid her hand across her face as a helmet appeared, aura of darkness!! Swiping her hand out as black lightning surrounded her to block the hit. I didn t get this damn armor for nothing and I maybe slower but don t screw with me... attacking with her sword and blocking with her darkness when she would need. "Please do not take offense, normally we work as a tag team makes us near unstoppable." Twisting around with several more blows to the darkness taking the time to beat at your defences before twisting again to block the blade though clearly having some trouble. "I can not even tell if I am making a dent." Ken was grinning clearly loving the fight though could feel his attacks starting to weaken. I was fighting both at the same time anyway and I was good. Crossing her arms, dodging still and using her powers before moving to attack and mostly go with two fast slashes before blocking. Ken smirked as she said that like either of them had really been going all out though did not push the issue she was such a prideful one. "You know you did do quite well." While blocking the first blow made a misstep lept back instead of attacking looking at the blood from the second strike running down his arm. Now in his head his options ran she was a darkness user that allowed an advantage if he took it. "So do you really look down on everyone like that?"

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Fate/ancillary (Saber Arturia and Potter-kun)

Servants weren't really affected by the cold that much. but still, for the blonde haired saint,it was still for the best if she played up the part of being an ordinary human. Especially when it came to being out in public with her master. "Ma Michael." She spoke, blue eyes looking up to the man walking alongside her. They'd gone shopping for simple things clothing, and other amenities to help her fit in, and for the most part none suspected anything wiser. Dressed in a way that should have been more conservative, even a thick sweater did nothing to hide the ample curves of her chest or the way her waist flared out just a little, a perfect hourglass figure that was only further accentuated by stocking clad thighs, a hint of bare skin between the sweater and cloth of her legwear. To most she may have just been a trendy and extraordinarily striking young woman, with none being the wiser about her true nature. Then again, there were no enemies here, nothing that needed elimination, but shestill enjoyed the closeness of her master in the downtown area. A brief wind picked up, her loose blonde hair flowing behind her, a hand soon wrapped around his arm as she hugged him close. Again, she didn't need the warmth or the protection, but she clearly enjoyed being around the man all the same. "Where should we go next? There are so many stores, so many places... Maybe somewhere to eat?" She asked, still a little curious about the more modern aspects of earth. Afterall, it was quite different from the quaint world of France she knew beforehand. Michael considered himself to be the luckiest man alive. Young and intelligent, he was excellent mage with plenty of intelligence. His mundane life consisted of him going to law school at the Capital of the United States, Washington D.C. It was early winter and he was wandering around town with his new servant, Jeanne. It was an interesting story about how he had summoned her discovering the spell and successfully casting it, despite the fact that there was no Grail War currently happening. Jeanne seemed to relish the chance to live a normal life and he was happy to help her do so. Plus, he didn't mind the eyes of every man they passed looking at him jealously as they walked down the street and entered a Metro station, managing to escape the cool, early winter air for now.At Jeanne's question, he pondered for a moment and nodded his head, giving her a small smile. "Lunch sounds good, I know a good place a few stations away if you'd like to go? It's got a good mixture of foods!" The place he was thinking of was a local hole in the wall that had gotten famous over the past few years. It offered a library of books to read while you ate and drank and that was part of the reason why he liked it. Metro trains zoomed down the track, another marvel of modern technology that he never got tired of seeing Jeanne react to. "Lunch sounds grewat right now, Michael." She was aware of the states and their history somewhat, but being in the capital felt almost magical to the woman. As her eyes looked over yet another modern marvel as she sought to understand and get as much of a glance at it as she could, she once again kept close to her master, blonde hair brushing against his leg as she kept up with a quickened pace, heeled boots tapping against the sidewalk they both walked on. The blonde easily turned heads where she went, though it was clear her blue eyes held interest for only her master. Michael nodded his head and wrapped his arm around Jeanne's waist, keeping her close and giving her a large smile."Comfy?" He asked her with a small chuckle as their train soon pulled into the station. Michael waited patiently for the doors to open and then stepped in, dragging Jeanne in with him. It wasn't their first ride on the Metro though it was still likely pretty new and exciting to Jeanne. He was just happy he was on Winter Break at the moment, it gave him plenty of time to show off the town and everything to her before he had to hit the books again."Anything else you think we need to buy, Jeanne?" He asked as he sat down in an open seat and motioned for her to sit next to him. Their stop was a few stations away, so they had time to rest their feet at least. They had gotten her new clothing, and even a few books so she could catch up on what she had missed out. The blond woman shook her head, long cascading hair following the motion. "I don't.... Think there's anything." She spoke, thinking after a few moments. Mostly, she was just happy to spend time with someone clsoe to her. "And of coruse I am comfortable. There is nowhere else in the world that i'd rather be than here with you." She spoke, her tone taking a slightly more humored but still earnest response."What about you? Is there anything you think that we are missing?"

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Fate/Victory( Potter and Saber)

Raikou flickered her wrist, causing the blood on her blade to splatter across the ground but left the steel blade nearly clean of blood. Her chest rose up and down slowly as she looked around, making sure there weren't any foes left. She and her Master had went out on a patrol that should have been pretty easy, but they were ambushed by shadow servants and powerful demons. Raikou had done her duty as a Servant though and defended her Master, slaughtering their foes to the last. Her clothes were ripped and cut in places, showing off more of her skin then she was used to, and for some reason...she felt warm. Not from the combat, no...she knew this feeling. It was lust and desire, she could feel her womanhood starting to grow wet as she turned her attention to her Master, doing her best to seemed composed."Master, are you alright? I believe that is the last of them." Raikou sounded sure and firm as she sheathed her blade, but her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could tell her cheeks were likely flushed with a light shade of pink. What was going on with her? Was she so frustrated that she wanted her Master to reward her with a round of love making because she did well? Surely that couldn't be it...right? "Ah, i'm okay." Alex spoke her master was certainly different from her, of tanned skin and dark eyed, his gaze looked to the carnage that she had brought to their enemies, yet again. The woman was simply marvelous at that! Breathing out softly, he couldn't help but feel a little excited from the mutually shared adrenaline. "...I think that will be all we'll be doing out here today." his golden eyes flecked toward the statuesque woman's, breathing out a little more sharply. "We'll return to base and take a moment to rest, what do you say?" SOmething about her was different, and as he tried to focus on the what and the how, even he could feel the growing desire between the two of them. Raikou thought about Alex's proposal for a moment. It certainly made the most sense, get back to base and rest up after a hard fight...but she didn't want to go back, not yet. There were other servants there, other females to tempt him. Right now, they were all alone. Raikou puffed her cheeks out and seemed to pout for a moment as she took a few steps towards him, the desire only seeming to swell up even more inside her as she did."I don't want to go back yet. I know it's petty of me...but I want a reward...after all, Raikou did a good job protecting Master, yes?" She asked with a large smile, her voice almost a purr as she reached out with one of her hands and gently stroked her Master's cheek, her purple eyes locked on his lips as she felt herself licking her own in eagerness and anticipation. "You did to an exceptional job, Raikou." her master spoke, looking to her again with an eager smile. It was clear he knew where she was going with this, and he knew enough about her that she could deal with a bit of light teasing. Feeling her hand against his cheek, he leaned into the embrace as his hand slid around her waist. "You'rte the best, as always. If you don't want to go back, I think we can spend some time out here..." his other hand moved to the other side of her waist, his interest clearly on her as his hands slowly moved up the servants ample curves.

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The new Dragonborn (Trap x Firestarter09)

Merra still wasn't sure what was happening. He had been crossing the border to Skyrim, perhaps not at a regular crossing point but at least it was discreet, or it was supposed to have been anyway. Before he knew what was happening the Breton had found himself surrounded by Imperial troops, arresting not only him but several others that he hadn't even been aware were there. Escape had been impossible and soon enough Merra found himself clapped in Irons and on the back of a cart with several other prisoners, being transported to a nearby town he'd heard the guards call Helgen. On arrival it became rather obvious why they had all been brought there, execution. It seemed that one of the captured men had been some kind of rebel leader that Merra had never heard of, but simply being in his presence was enough to warrant an execution without trial it seemed.He'd tried to protest, but Merra's words fell on deaf ears, and soon enough he had found himself on the headsmans chopping block, the axe raised up above him...and then...the Dragon had descended. The entire town had fallen into Chaos in barely an instant, Merra fleeing for safety, finding himself tagging along with one of the very Imperial Officers who had been about to execute him only minutes earlier. They had made their escape through the caves under Helgen, fleeing the destruction of the town, emerging on the other side of the mountain into the Skyrim countryside. At that point Merra and the Imperial Officer had parted ways, Merra now left to sit and gather his thoughts. Just what had happened? A Dragon? A real Dragon? He always thought they were merely stories. But now what was he supposed to do? He had come to Skyrim originally to seek his fortune, perhaps as a mercenary, or maybe a mage thanks to Skyrim having somewhat more lax rules regarding magic due to the abscence of the Mages guild, but now he wasn't so sure."Ugh...maybe it's time to head back to Cyrodil" Merra rubbed his face, looking up at the sky for a moment, then looking at the rusty sword he had picked up in the caves. It certainly wasn't anything like the blade he had with him when he had been captured, but it was better than nothing at least. "Well, just sitting here isn't going to do me any good" With a deep breath Merra stood up, glancing around, then starting to follow the trail through the trees, with a bit of luck he would come across a town sooner rather than later and could at least get his bearings. It didn't seem like luck would be in his favor though, or well it could but at the most likely chance it would not. He would not be so favored, a faint humming noise would fill his poor little ears. It was alluring, sensual and attractive it was like the most beautiful woman in the world was playing to him. If Merra were to head down to the nearby river, he would find a naked pale woman with flawless skin and long silky crimson red hair. She was sitting atop of a stump and what looked to be a hunteress of some kind with clothing to big for their delicate frame having thier silky hair stroked. Both of these women seemed rather endowed, at least from the back half. If Merra were to approach them he would need to keep any and all temptations down. Merra stopped when he heard a noise, raising an eyebrow as he realised it was humming. At first he was going to just ignore it, just mind his own business and try to get as far from Helgen as possible, but there was something about it, something that drew him towards the source without even realising it. He quietly emerged from the line of trees by the river, eyes widening as he saw a naked woman with her back to him, sitting atop a tree stump. With her was another woman, this one dressed at least. He couldn't make out many details due to their backs being to him, but he found himself utterly mesmerised by the pair of them. The toned but still slightly muscular male took another step forward out of the tree line, the humming still drawing him closer, though he didn't realise he was stepping onto a pile of pebbles, the sound of it enough to be heard over the gentle sound of the flowing water. The woman smiled softly down at the clothed woman, her hands raised and removed from the huntress as the huntress stood up, a cute moan escaped her as she stretched and looked to be examining herself. Her hunters outfit was loose fitting and would require refitting and resizing, at least then the chocolate brown huntress would be able to show off her perfect form. A cute moan escaped again as she felt her loins and other bits down below heating up. "Ohhh! My goddess." She sounded needed and her voice was smooth like butter, sultry and exotic. Her hand reached behind to run through her butt length silky black hair before going down and running along her curves which were hidden by her baggy clothing. "Mmm! ." She placed both hands on her round rear which had been the only along with her wide hips that kept her pants from falling her fingers squeezed tightly on each cheek as more moans escaped from her.The woman on the stump chuckled as she looked at the tall woman. "You can come out darling ." She cooed out to Merra. She had heard the sound. What was the clothed woman doing? Merra couldn't help staring as she seemed to be exploring herself, as if her own body were a new and fascinating mystery to her. He started to get the feeling that perhaps he should get out of here, that if he stayed long enough to be discovered then things wouldn't go well for him, but before he could really make the opportunity he had already been discovered, the naked woman suddenly calling out. Damn, it was more than obvious she knew he was there, that it was him she was talking to, well there wasn't much for it now.Hesitantly Merra stepped further out of the treeline and closer towards the pair, though he carefully drew his rusted Iron sword in readiness to defend himself."...Who are you...? And just what is going on here?" Almost immediately Merra regretted asking the question, he got the impression that perhaps he was better off not knowing. The crimson haired woman motioned for the much taller woman to leave them, to which she eagerly did. Standing up the crimson woman of five foot eleven turned on her heels, feeling no pain at all from the pebbles. Her breasts jiggled with each movement as her pale skin glimmered in the light as quite yet nord imperial looks gave her an exotic and taboo feeling. Each tit upon her chest was at least bigger than a melon, and yet the seemed so firm and able to defy the gravity of the world. Her blue green locked with Merra as a smile of relief escaped her. "Oh, it is you, the one, the only thing I've been truly looking forward too... You're him, my soon to be greatest servant." She gave off an almost otherworldly aura and the way she spoke was odd. Merra gasped as she turned around, making no effort to hide her naked form from him. When she started to come towards him he knew he should back away, that he should just run, but his feet were firmly stuck to the ground. For some reason he just couldn't move away, couldn't tear his eyes away, especially from her breasts as they bounced with every step. "I...what..? You...you know me...?" Merra finally spoke, bringing his eyes up to her face, raising his sword slightly, grasping the hilt with both hands, mainly because he feared he would drop it if he didn't. "Your....servant? What? Just who are you?" "I'm a god." She simply stated as she pursed her lips into kiss, she stepped towards Merra breasts jiggling as her godly aura kept him from moving before forcing him to lower his sword. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closely as her breasts smashed against his chest, her lips would do the same as well. "Mmm." A cute moan would escape from her as she forced her tongue into his mouth, exploring and feeling around every nook and crany before pulling out. "Ahh, there, you're such a good boy. I should tell you, that I'm a Daedric Goddess, or god." She was blunt and straight to the point, she moved her hand up his back and ran it along the clothed curve. "You'll be my emissary, my right handed man." A god? There were many who would make such a claim, mages in particular, but there was something about the feeling of being near this woman that made Merra think that just maybe this claim had a hint more truth to it than most. He couldn't do anything as she pulled him close, gasping as his chest was pressed against her breasts, the firm flesh somehow squashing against him rather than keeping him away, his sword falling downwards by his side as any will to use it seemed to wash away. His gasp allowed her tongue easy access to his mouth, Merra feeling like his body was practically melting into her, his mind almost losing itself before she suddenly pulled away, leaving him gasping for breath."A...a daedric...?" Well that was starting to make more sense, though he'd never heard of any of the Dardric gods taking on a form like this. One thing he did know however was that few who got involved with Daedric gods emerged in a better position than when they started, though once one of them had set their sights on you it was unwise to rebuke them. On the other hand, rumours always had been around that making the right deal with the right god could reap unimaginable rewards."Your...your emissary? What..what would you have me do?" He tried not to sound too much like he was agreeing, attempting to coax more information from her first, though it was clear that he already had little real choice in the matter, though a part of Merra wondered if that was really such a bad thing. "Mmmm, well you see... I'm a rather unknown god, most have forgotten of me but I've still have a follower or two... and enough stored power to keep my form here." She giggled slightly as she felt the heat, the lust slowly coming off of the male. "I wish to make a return, in short, and in long term... change the fate of everything." The woman was strange for a deadric god, she continued to press up against Merra chest while a few moans escaped. "You see as my emissary, I will be having you spread my will and start getting my power back up." Her hands which trailed along Merra back began to glow, clothing burned where her fingers went as writing and inks started to form along Merra back. "Do not make a peep, I know this will hurt but I must give you power, new magic." Her voice calm and cool. So this was a lesser known god, one whos power was fading. Well, no surprise there really, there were likely dozens, if not hundreds, of old gods that were lost to history. Whilst hearing that she wanted to make a return was no surprise, what did surprise Merra was the scope of her ambition. Change the fate of everything? Most Daedric gods were content with rather more focused ambitions."Spreading your will? Oh yeah? And why would I do that? I'm not exactly hearing what I'm supposed to get out of this arrangement if I agree" Though the use of the word 'if' seemed to be rather premature, the decision being taken out of Merra's hands as he felt something on his back, his eyes widening as he hissed in pain, attempting to raise his sword again, but finding himself unable to do so. "Shhh, it is okay." Black lines were forming along his back, swirling and curving into strange formations. If one were to look at his back people wouls notice that they looked like tattoos. "You'll be given power, power that'll help your natural born powers... And women, women at your beck and call.. No war, such things would be relatively pointless." She brought her face closer and closer to his lips once more. "Go to the nearby mines, those bandits, use my new magic and reform them." She was of course talking about the Embershard mine. With one hand Merra barely held onto his sword, the other hand going to the woman's shoulder and grasping onto her for support in order to stay on his feet, the pain burning across his back, though finally it seemed to halt, leaving Merra panting for breath against her, looking into her eyes. "I...use your magic and...reform them?" It was true that Merra felt....different...like there was something new inside of him, but he couldn't identify it, and he got the feeling that this woman wasn't going to give him any answers, or at least certainly not any clear answers.".....Very well, I'll do it for now" Feeling his strength return now the pain had passed Merra gripped his sword a little more tightly, turning around to head in the direction she had indicated. He was all too aware that Daedric gods often made big promises that were then twisted, but at the same time there were also stories of some followers being rewarded more lavishly than they had ever imagined.Getting to the mines didn't take long, Merra approaching slowly, sword in hand, crouched down to keep himself out of sight, it would be better to try and do this quietly after all...whatever it was that he was supposed to do at least. He could only hope that the words of the goddess would become clear sooner rather than later. New magica coursed through his body, spells that were known yet unknown resting in his mind and awaiting use. Arriving at the nearby mine, the former prisoner would see two bandits one of Orcish descent, the other a redguard. The Orc was tall, taller than the redgaurd and stood about six foot or so, he wore many pelts that had been stitched together, along with fur pants and a belt. He had a mace off to his side and a leather shield on his left ark. The redguard didn't seem to have much different other than a bow and quiver loaded with arrows. It seemed now that deadric gods voice ran through his head. "Two unsuspecting beasts, my emissary call upon your powers, reform them! Search deep within yourself! Remember this though, you can be subtle, enchant items or clothing and let the reforming commence slowly or be direct and fast!" Her goddly ethereal voice would boom. An Orc, why did it have to be an Orc? Slow sure, but they made up for it in strength, and Merra knew all too well that they certainly weren't as stupid as their reputations made out. He remained in the shadows, reaching up to hold his head as he heard the voice running through it, instinctive knowledge flooding into his mind, magic and enchantments that he didn't understand, yet somehow knew he could perform. Well, he'd come this far, might as well go the rest of the way.Slowly Merra moved through the shadows, managing to get behind the Redguard bandit first of all. Deciding that stealth and subtlety was the best way with the Orc still close, Merra reached out a hand silently whilst their backs were turned, his fingertips pressing softly against the pelts the Redguard was wearing, an enchantment being cast upon them. Merra pulled his hand back quickly, stepping back further into the shadows in order to observe what he had done, and hope that it provided enough of a distraction that he could reach the Orc unseen as well. Neither would notice Merra, or what he had done, but now something begin to fester and grow inside of the redguard. It would be a slow change in thoughts. The dangerous nature of these new spells were one to think about but that was for another time, the redguard slowly started to drift to perverse thoughts as thinking about watching and keeping gaurd became boring neither noticed his hair starting to lengthen or how his facial scars were starting to heal. In his mind he'd see two figures, figures he didn't recognize but he could tell one was womanly in figure, but other than that he didn't know what else to say or even if he could say anything. His pants began to tent and his feet began to tingle. As Merra watched he thought that, at first, nothing was happening, after all he couldn't see anything happen that seemed obvious. But as he continued to watch he started to notice, the Redguard seemed to be getting distracted, not by anything external, just....distracted. And then something else....subtle shifts in the Redguard's appearance, though Merra couldn't quite put his finger on it.Taking the opportunity he startred to shift around, moving more towards the Orc this time, attempting to get close enough, waiting for the ideal chance for him to cast the same enchantment on the Orc's clothing. The redguards lips were getting fuller, and any scars that had been too nasty on his face has been healed the faint ine going across his eye had still stayed, his skin was also becoming softer and his hair had looked silker. His bare arms were losing some muscle mass along with the hair that had been there, next came a shift in standing, he was rubbing his arms nervously and tapping his foot in shoes that were becoming too big for him. In his mind he began to feel intense pleasure while the woman was becoming clearer to him. The tent in his pants grew while his chest grew softer. Now would be the time to strike as the orc would start to notice the changes. Merra's eyes widened as the changes in the Redguard's body started to become more and more obvious. The bandit was....transforming into a woman?! But that didn't make sense, there was a large bulge in the Redguard's crotch area...and the bulge was getting bigger?! What in the world was going on here? Just what kind of power had Merra used? As much as he wanted to get answers to those questions, he knew his work wasn't done, and that until it was then the goddess was unlikely to tell him anything further. Infact not answering his questions would likely be the best thing that happened.Seeing his chance with the Orc quite understandable distracted, Merra moved quickly and quietly, placing his hand against the Orc's clothing and casting the enchantment once again, before slinking quickly back to the shadows. Even if this change made the Orc somewhat less hostile, there would still be a few seconds before that, and a few seconds was all an angry Orc needed to crush someone's skull. Due to close proximity to another that was already enchanted, the effects would work faster than before. The Orc let out a pained noise, his teeth changing and straightening becoming more proper while his two longer teeth became more straight. Next his lips would heal from any cracks or cuts before becoming fuller and plumper, his cheek bones would crack and shift and break before reforming into ones that suited a beautiful Orc. The Orc head would grow smaller and more fitting for a female, while his Mohawk grew longer before falling to the right side of his head. In his mind he'd clearly see two women going at each, both had large cockc and fat balls and it seemed they'd take turns fucking each other, first the redguard then the orcess. A tent formed in his pants. Turning back to the rearguard, Merra, would find that the first transformee was starting to slip off their top. This would show off their transforming upper half in which the bandit would grab and grope the budding breasts atop their chest.Rip! Rip!his fur pants had begun to rip and tear as his hips were widening to child bearing proportions along with his butt which was growing rounder with fat, his thighs would suffer a similar fate.The transformation nearing its end soon, the soon to be herm would find themselves leaning over a nearby rock, pants slowly falling down revealing flawless skin, round growing cheeks and what seemed to be a maidenhood growing behind ber balls.Snap! his or hers back snapped and curved into a perfect arch while their growing breasts rubbed and pressed against cold rock, earning horny moans from a sultry voice. Turning back one find the orc moaning as their voice grew higher pitched, apparently their chest had begun to grow outwards as well and they were much bigger than the pair on the redguard at the moment. One could wonder what Merra reaction was too all of this. Merra's eyes went wide, a hand coming up to cover his mouth to suppress the gasp of shock as he watched the two bandits physically changing, their bodies transforming drastically. He'd seen magic that could disguise a person as someone else before, but this was far beyond that, this was physically changing the two. Never had he seen a spell or Enchantment capable of something quite so drastic before. Even stranger though was the exact nature of the transformations. At first glance the two seemed to be female, but even a cursory glance further down would reveal their extremely obvious male endowments as well, and yet they had everything a woman would have at the same time. So this was what the enchantment had done? This was what the Daedric goddess had wanted him to do to the two bandits? But why? Why would she want....this?Whatever the reason though, Merra found himself fascinated. It was impossible for him not to get turned on, a bulge rapidly forming in the loose clothing around his waist. The sight before him was certainly very arousing, and the sounds coming from the pair were only enhancing that. Even though he figured his work was done, that he should leave the cave and return, Merra found himself entranced by what he was seeing, wanting to watch just what was going to happen next. Minutes would pass and both would be utterly naked. The now orcess with tits bigger than her head, blushed deeply as she saw the redguard woman approach her. "Mmm, time to fuck." The chocolate brown woman had a voice that conveyed authority, the orcess blushed more as their face turned a darker green. The redguard woman took a seat on a nearby stump, her cock was erect and throbbing with every passing second stepping over to the redguard woman the orcess would turn around and straddled her lap back pressing against the chocolate bust. A cute low moan escaped the orcess as her womanhood had the redguards meat run along it, her fat green nuts were rubbed against and lifted by the erect dick. Her own cock throbbed and twitched as the reguard woman lifted her up a bit and forced her cock into her womanhood before slamming her down on to it.At this time a small change would go through Merra, his chest would get a little less compact."Are you enjoying it?" Asked the deadric god. Merra could hardly believe what he was seeing, watching as the Orc turned around almost submissively to the Redguard....woman? And then pressing down, the two starting to fuck as if their lives depended on it...hell, for all Merra knew maybe it did? He didn't know just what other effects that enchantment had put on the pair after all. Still, he couldn't tear his eyes away, this was the most erotic thing Merra had ever seen and he couldn't help wanting to see more, to see this through to its rather inevitable conclusion.When he felt a strange tingling in his chest he thought little to nothing of it, dismissing it as perhaps just a flutter brought on by what he was seeing. Not to mention he was rather more distracted by the sight before him and the voice in his head. "Y yes..." Merra let out a breathy whisper in response to her voice, though it was more than quiet enough to be drowned out by the Orc and Redguard's moaning to prevent them from hearing him as he remained hidden, though his squatting position was making the now throbbing erection between his legs rather awkward, not to mention the constraints of his clothing were nearing painful levels of tightness. Their lives did not depend on fucking, that wasn't what the deadric god would want. No their sex drives had been turned up to an eleven.Schlick! Schlick! one could hear how the cock of the redgaurd continued to get wet from the juices from the orcess pussy, how it would rub and create sexual noises. Her pussy would squeeze and tighten and massage the thick meat giving it the pleasure it deserved. The redguard woman would snake a hand up to one of the tits that were bigger than a head, fingers sneaking in a fat erect nipple and squeezing it between them while fingers dug into fat tit flesh. Nuts slapped against one another with each and every thrust, as their minds fully adjusted to who they're the deadric gods voice would come into Merra head."Your work has just begun, watch them fuck and finish, then gather them, head into the mine and cleanse the flith there." Her voice rang like smooth butter. So, Merra's orders were to watch them finish? He certainly wasn't about to argue with a demand like that, he was enjoying the show far too much, he would only have complained if he'd been told he had to leave them be. The two seemed to be getting completely into it, neither of them taking a even a moment to question just what had happened to them. Perhaps their minds had been altered in some way as well? Or perhaps their arousal had just been pushed to such unnaturally high levels that there was nothing else they could think about at the moment. Whatever the reason Merra was glad for it, as it gave him this rather incredible show, though he couldn't help but wish that he wasn't just watching.Still, once they were finished it seemed his work wouldn't be over, these were just the guards. It sounded like the pair would listen to him once they were done, perhaps the goddess had granted him some kind of authority over those affected by her power. If nothing else these two would make a wonderful distraction to keep the other bandits in the mines occupied whilst Merra got to them, though there was no way he was going to be able to enchant them all without being detected. No, he'd have to take a more direct approach when he got in there. "Ahhh!" The orcess cried out in pleasure, her cock being pointed at her breasts and face by the redguards hand thick ropes of semen shot out coating her tits and face as she herself slammed down on the chocolate womans cock. Semen flooded the orcess womb and being, thick ropes coming to meet with her fem juices. "Yws !" Both were wild in their frenzy. The deadric gods voice rang through Merra head again."You have more abilites, make good use of them much like fire which can be casted you can do the same with what you did with those two." an Image of Merra using his hands and casting a white light appeared in his head."Even enchant weapons of yours, so each hit causes a portion of transformation, or cast runes for traps. Now go! Greet you're two new servants. " Merra's eyes widened as he watched the Orc cum all over herself, there was so much of it! Merra could smell it even from here, the smell filling the cavern they were in. It seemed both of them were done, for the moment at least, and somewhat satisfied for the time being. Well, time to see just how exactly they were going to react. Slowly, carefully, Merra stood, emerging from the shadows and stepping out into the light, closer to the two women. "....Very good show you two. Now...do you know who I am?" Both quickly turned their attention to him, sly smile growing across their faces as the knowledge of who they were was added to their brains. "Yes, we do know who you are." The redguard woman answered, a hand snaked its way down to the orcs nuts giving them a squeeze and rolling them around as semen dripped from her pussy. "What do you wish of us master?" Merra was ready for them to attack him, so was rather relieved when they just smiled and seemed to defer to his authority, though their arousal was still seemingly rather influencing their actions. Merra suspected that was going to be a somewhat permanent trait for the pair of them. "We're going to go inside of the mines...and...share the gift you've received with everyone there. I need you two to distract them while I change them. Do you understand?" "Of course master." Moaned the orcess, as she slowly was left off the redguard cock though a yelp of pleasure would escape as her ass was given a harsh slap those big round jiggly cheeks bounced and wobbled. "Ahhh ! Master! Can I fuck after this?" She asked between moans, her eyes were filled with liquid lust. "Also wouldn't it be better to use the other gifts our lady has gifted you?" "Y yes, of course you can, you can do it as much as you want once our work is complete" Merra looked between the two, their bodies were so impossible, yet so erotic. "Alright...." He looked at his sword, then placed a hand onto the blade, enchanting it to start causing transformations with every strike instead of actually cutting into the body of a person, though it would still slice through their clothes. "We're ready, so let's go. Keep them distracted and I'll....take care of your former comrades. Soon enough they'll be your comrades once again" Both seemed to light up giddly at that, though both were for different reasons. The two tall impossibly erotic women stood and each of their assets jumped and bounced as they stroke a pose together, breasts pressing against each other and cocks rubbing together the orc woman blushed deeply as the Reguard woman was giggling whorishly. "What shall we do to distract?"

['Merra', 'Helgen']

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The Second Door

"Stupid idiot bloody sexist pig..." The insults just kept flowing out of Ginny's mouth. The 15 year old red head was storming through the halls of Hogwarts, attempting to calm down enough to be able to go back into the common room without giving Dean the hexing of his life. As was to be expected, being that she was a Weasley, her efforts were rather futile. Eventually, she found her way into the empty charms classroom and pulled out a book, hoping to distract herself. In any case, she knew that this time, Dean was NOT getting back on her good side. Alexander was slowly walking down the hallway when he heard her cursing and sputtering, and he looking into the classroom. It was Ginny that was doing all the dark words, and he slowly walked into the room. "Are you ok?" He said in a rather soft voice. He was of Gryffindor as well, wearing his robes, and standing a little taller than her, his hair a light brown and eyes a light blue. He moved to sit at the desk next to her, looking at her. Ginny looked up at him over her book, her eyes still spitting fire. It was Alexander, and since he was a Gryffindor in her year, no less he should have seen what was to come. "Perfectly fine. Just got rid of some serious baggage, but....You know Dean. Until I'm in the common room, slobbering over some other guy, he'll still believe that he has a chance. So...You're going to help me." Some of the fire in her eyes died a little so that her amusement showed and she giggled a little as she dropped her book back into the bag and stood, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the common room. "Alexander, right?" she tossed over her shoulder. "Sorry for not already knowing, but relationship wise....you have kissed a girl before, right?" She wasn't looking at him, but at the corridor ahead of her, hurrying toward the Gryffindor common room. Her words surprised him, but he nodded vaguely as he felt her pull him to his feet and dragged him back to the Gryffindor Common Room. He was registering everything somewhat slowly... but it was enough that he knew what she wanted him to do. "Yes, I've kissed before." He said. "You want Dean Jealous? Let me lead this." He pretty much led her back to the common room now, saying the password. as the door opened, he pulled her close, kissing her deeply but holding back from using tongue. He walked her back through the opening, turning her and lightly pressing her to the wall, his lips deep against hers. Ginny thought about it for a second and decided that no, she didn't want Dean jealous. She just wanted him gone. Before she could say that to Alexander, though, he was taking the lead and kissing her. Her back was against the wall before she realized that it really was a good kiss and he'd obviously kissed other girls before. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she tugged him even closer, kissing him back deeply. Alex held the deep, passionate kiss for a while, before breaking it with a nip to her lip, gently tugging before releasing. He could hear the cheers and whoops from everyone else in the room, and when he turned around, the only one not catcalling or cheering was Dean. He looked like someone threw a basketball into his face then set it on fire. Alex simply watched him get up and storm up the stairs to the dormitories. Alexander turned his head, a playful grin on his face. "Well, that seemed to do the trick." Ginny was completely dazed by the kiss. Even though she'd been kissed before, and liked it, nothing had ever affected her as much as Alexander's kiss. When he pulled away, it took her nearly a full minute before her head cleared enough to realize that it had, indeed, done the trick of causing Dean to be jealous. "So it did. Um..." She stared up at him, biting her bottom lip some. "Come with me." she grabbed his hand and, without giving him a chance to respond, walked back out the portrait hole, ignoring the Fat Lady's complaints about being disturbed for no reason. She needed an empty, secluded room or corridor....now. He heard her words, and vaguely responded. The pull was sudden enough that he dropped his bag in the common room before they were pulled out. They were running through a few hallways and eventually down a floor before they found a empty classroom unlocked. He followed her in, watching her, wondering what she wanted. Ginny pulled him into the classroom and stopped to breathe for a moment. Looking at him, she sat on a desk. "You're not allowed to think less of me because of this, but that kiss....Best thing ever. So, we needed to get out of there so that I didn't say this in front of a lot of people." She took a deep breath. "I need you to kiss me again. Just like you did before, but this time...Oh, nevermind, this is dumb..." Her face was just as red as her hair now and she jumped off the desk heading toward the door, determinedly not looking at him. He smiled as he heard her explanation, hearing her get flustered before trying to walk out. He grabbed her arm lightly, pulling her to face him again. "I get what you were saying." He said in a soft, teasing voice. But before she could say anything about his tone, he kissed her again, just like he did in the common room. He let out a soft sound as he kissed her, slowly backpedaling her against the wall, holding her to him as they kissed, adding some passion to it. As he grabs her arm, Ginny looks up at him. "Look, I said " Just then, he starts kissing her and she moans softly. Wrapping her arms tight around his shoulders, she nips at his lips before pulling back. "Touch me...please?" she says breathlessly. He nipped her lip back lightly, thinking about her question. "Where?" Was all he was able to come up with, pulling her closer to his body. Her lips were roaming over his jaw line and neck before rushing back to his. "I don't care," she gasped out, suddenly desperate to feel his hands on her. "Anywhere. Everywhere. Please!" Her demands were blunt but vague, but Alexander didn't mind that. he kissed her deeply again, flicking his tongue over her lips lightly for admittance. his hands roamed over her back, going up to her shoulders and back down, before grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to him. As soon as his tongue touches her lips, they part to let it in, her own sliding out to tangle with his. She moans lightly, her legs parting some as he grabs her ass. He squeezed a little as he picked her up, carrying her over to a nearby desk as his tongue danced around hers. He sat her down, moving a little between her legs as his hands came up from her ass, going to her shirt. He was a little too rough as he pulled, popping off the top button as he ripped her shirt open. His hands came up and cupped her soft, firm breasts, playing lightly with them as he kissed her. She tosses her head back and laughes breathlessly as he carries her to the desk. Her legs part easilly, moaning loudly as he presses between them before she gasps when he rips her shirt open. "Alexander..." she whimpers, hands sliding into his hair and gripping as she kisses him back deeply. His tongue darted around hers as his thumbs teased her nipples, before his hand slid down over her stomach, before moving to her leg and up to her panties under her skirt. His fingers slowly stroked over her core, waiting for a reaction. Ginny's head falls back as she moans loudly. "Alexander...mmm....I love the way you're touching me," she moans as he plays with her breasts. When his hand presses against her core, she cries out loudly, back arching. "OH!" His lips let go of hers so she could speak, and he laid her back on the long desk, moving to the side of it to nip at her neck before kissing to her breast, his tongue flicking out to tease it. His fingers were pressing more over her core through her panties, before he pulled the bottom piece to the side, stroking directly on her lips. Her hands tighten in his hair as he kisses her breast, moaning softly as she lies down and his fingers caress her more. When he moves her underwear to the side and strokes her bare flesh, her back comes off the desk with her arch and she cries out loudly. Her arcing back encouraged him, his fingers stroking her lips open, darting straight for her clit. He rubbed fast, wanting to bring her as much pleasure as possible. Ginny cried out again as he strokes her clit. "Alexander..." Her voice was pleading as she arched against his fingers. "Mm...Inside me...I need your touch inside me...Please." He smiled and nipped her nipple lightly as he heard her request. He rubbed her clit for a moment longer before sliding fingers down to her hot, wet entrance, first sliding one finger, then two into her, thrusting slow to start, but speeding up as she got use to it. Ginny moaned loudly, her legs parting even more as he thrust his fingers into her. "Oh, God...Yes. More!" she cries out, not caring if someone in the corridor were to hear her. Her loudness was going to get them caught, so his lips went back to hers, holding her in a deep kiss to keep her quiet. But he did as she asked, thrusting his fingers faster and faster, a third sliding in to please her. Now It was almost like a cock thrusting in her. She kisses him with as much passion as she feels, which is saying quite a bit. Before long, her hips are thrusting against his hand as she continues to whimper and moan into the kiss, her hands beginning to roam over his shoulders. His fingers move deeper in the thrusts, careful not to break her hymen as they go faster. His kisses tease just as much, nipping her lip every so often, tongue flicking over hers and dancing around it. Suddenly, Ginny arches hard, eyes wide open and head falling back, lips parted slightly in a silent scream as her body clenches hard around his fingers in climax. He smiled as he watched her arc more, her eyes widening. He kissed her deeper, his fingers moving to help her ride out her orgasm. He slowed as she came down from it, her back coming down slowly, and he soon pulled them out of her. He broke the kiss, bringing her fingers to his lips to lick her juices off, savoring her sweet taste. Ginny stares at him as she lies on the desk, recovering. "Alexander..." she gasps, still having a difficult time breathing. "I didn't expect this to happen when I said I wanted Dean to leave me alone....but I'm glad it did. That was amazing," she adds as she begins to sit up. He smiled, blushing slightly as he helped her up, fixing her panties before buttoning her shirt up. Her words teased his ego, but he kept himself calm. "It was nothing." He said in a sheepish voice. "Whatever I can do for you." Ginny stared at him more, having expected him to get conceited. She slowly slid off the desk to stand next to him. "If you think that's nothing, I really don't think I want to see what amazing feels like. He blushed at her words, before his arms went around her, pulling her to him and he kissed her deeply again. "You really want to see that?" He said, a hopeful tone in his voice, before he blushed, looking away. "Ginny... will you go out with me?" She blushed deeply and kissed him back. "I think, given what just happened and what everyone saw, I'd be stupid to say no." She smiles at him. He smiled as he heard her words, pulling her into a more passionate, love filled kiss as he lifted her off the ground, spinning her around a few times. She kissed him back, moaning softly against his lips before giggling some as he swung her around. Before long, she pulled back. "We should go. Ron's probably storming through corridor's, ready to kill you by now." He heard her words, and he rolled his eyes, even though he was a little afraid inside. "Yeah, let's go." He said, grabbing her stuff quickly and carrying it as he led her out of the room, closing the door behind them and rushing with her back to the common room. When they got to the common room, she ignored everyone staring at them and curled up in her favorite chair by the fire, pulling out a book to study. Before too long, Ron was standing next to her chair, screaming at her about looking like a whore while Hermione and Harry both tried to get him to shut up. Amazingly, Ginny's temper stayed under control and she pretended that she couldn't hear him. When they got into the common room, Alexander picked up his bag and headed to sit near Ginny, though not close enough that he would get the wrath of Ron, who promptly went up behind her and lost a lung screaming at her. Alex himself pulled out his potions textbook, but wasn't actually reading it, his eyes going up at least half the time to look at Ginny. When Ron finally paused for breath, Ginny tilted her head back to look up at him. "Are you done yet? Or should I write Fred and George about your epic temper?" she asked dryly. Harry tried to stifle a laugh and Hermione didn't even bother. Ron, on the other hand, merely whirled around to glare at Alexander. "Watch yourself," was all he said before heading up to the dorms, Harry right behind him, still laughing. Ginny lifted an eyebrow at Hermione. "Watch yourself? Honestly, Hermione, can't you teach him some better threats? It's embarassing." He pretended not to have noticed those words, but inside he gulped inwardly. he stood, moving to sit over at Ginny's feet, putting his stuff at the side of the chair. Alex looking up at Hermione and smiled before laying his head in Ginny's lap, taking her hand lightly with his. Ginny glanced down at him and smiled, squeezing his hand. "Aww, look who's already all domesticated," she teased, causing Hermione to burst out laughing. He scoffed when he heard their laughter, squeezing her hand back and nipping at her leg. "Hey, is it so wrong to want to be close?" His mind was thinking about teasing her about moaning, but he knew that would be a bad move on his part. She gasps and smiles down at him. "No, I don't suppose there's anything wrong with that." Hermione smiled at them then moved on to do her own homework. He smiled at her words, his cheek gently nuzzling against her leg. He didn't care if he looked whipped to be honest. He WAS dating one of the best looking girls in the school. He kissed her leg quickly before sitting up, moving up and sliding into the seat with her, which pushed her onto his lap somewhat. "So, what are our plans for the next few days?" Ginny smiles more and cuddles close to him. "Hmm....I don't know. Any ideas of what you'd like to do?" Alex's arms went loosely around her, holding her frame to his as he kissed her forehead lightly. "Well, there's that village trip tomorrow, if you want." Either way, they could have a lot of fun, either going and hanging out, or staying with the small amount of students that were staying behind. Ginny wrinkled her nose. "I wish, but I haven't even started on Snape's essay, and then I've got Runes work to do. Since I know I'm not doing it tonight, I'll have to do that tomorrow." She shifts a little, leaning against him. "You should go, though," she adds as an after thought. He smiled as he heard her words, but he shook his head. "Nah. You have all weekend. But if you are going to stay behind, I will too, to keep you company." Ginny smiled and nuzzled against his shoulder. "Essay. Snape. It WILL take all weekend," she said with a laugh. "But, maybe you can convince me to procrastinate some." He smiled, pulling her closer to him, nipping at her lip lightly. "Well, I always have that offer of pleasure..." He whispered just loud enough for her to hear. She pressed her lips against his, kissing him lightly. "Oh?"She raised an eyebrow. "I happen to be fairly certain that you didn't get any for yourself earlier..." she says softly, blushing a bit. He returned her soft kiss, blushing slightly at her words. "That isn't a problem." He said softly. "I'll take care of it in a little bit. Don't worry about it." She nibbles on his lips teasingly. "Oh? But....what if I wanted to take care of it?" She asked, barely above a whisper. He blushed as he heard her words, nipping her lip back lightly. "How could you? We don't really have too much privacy." Ginny glanced around the common room. It was nearly empty, only two other people left. "Yeah. Close, but not quite. Too bad..." She glanced down at her books. "I guess I should just go to bed." He sighed softly as he heard her last words. "Yeah, you should get to bed, especially if you want to get up early to do your papers. I'll see you tomorrow?" She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, deeply and filled with passion. Before too long, she's straddling his lap, hands tangled in his hair. He was surprised at her reaction. There was still a few people in the room, they could easily be seen. But he fell into the kiss anyway, his arms wrapping around her, a hand moving up to the back of her head to hold her to him, feeling her straddling him. Dimly, she hears the rest of the people go upstairs, only even noticing because that means that she can do whatever she wants to now, as long as they don't make much noise. Sighing lightly, she pushes her hips against him. He let out a soft sound as he felt her hips push against him. He pulled her closer, a arm wrapping around her hip and pulling her even closer to his body. His other hand was slowly going through her hair as he kissed her. Ginny moans, her body aroused as she presses hard against him. "Alexander," she gasps. "I ...I want you." with that said, she arches her back and presses her breasts against his chest. He let out a soft groan as he felt her grind against him. "And I want you." He whispered, admitting and blushing. But he pulled her back to him and kissed her deeply, a hand taking her breast lightly through her shirt to play with it. Ginny gasps as he fondles her breast, her eyes wide and locked on his, clouded as they are in pleasure. She keeps grinding against him, more or less dry humping him....except her underwear aren't really all that dry anymore. His hands moved down, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants, opening them and pushing his boxers down to let his member out. It wasn't massive, but it was a decent size, just a little bigger than average. He felt her wet panties rub against it, and smiled, pulling her closer so she could feel his length through them. She catches just a glimpse of him before he pulls her closer. She was a little afraid of it, but not enough to make her not appreciate the feel of his cock sliding against her through her panties. She has to bite jer lips to keep herself from crying out at the feeling before she reaches one hand down to stroke him. He let out a soft gasp as he felt her hand over his member, kissing her deeply as she touched him. It had been a while since he had time to take care of himself there, so he was sensitive. His hand moved to her panties, pushing them to the side to grind up against her dripping lips. As he moves her underwear aside and grinds against her, she leans down to kiss him so that she can stop herself from crying out. "Alexander, please," she whimpers against his lips, thrusting herself against him firmly. He nodded slowly at her words, and as he kissed her, he slowly slid into her. She felt so good to him, so tight and hot! He slid in slowly until he was in to the hilt, holding her to him. She gasps in pain, her eyes showing her slight shock as he thrusts through her hymen. Soon, though, the pain receded and she moans a little in pleasure, breaking the kiss to rest her head against his shoulder. He held himself deep in her until he heard her soft moan. He started his thrusts slow, moving shallow in her as he held her to him, his fingers going through her hair. Slowly, her body got used to the feel of him thrusting inside her and she began moving with him. She moans against his throat as she feels her body begin to contract around him. He let out a soft moan as he felt her moving with him, feeling her grip get tighter on him. He picked her head up and kissed her deeply as he sped his pace up, to keep her quieter. She kisses him back deeply, her hands clench in his hair as he pushes her toward an orgasm. His hands moved up to her shoulders, pulling her down hard with every thrust. He kissed her deeply, getting close to his own orgasm. Suddenly, her head falls back as her body releases around him, her mouth hanging open, but she's too overcome with pleasure to make a sound as her body clenches around him again and again, almost as though milking him for his cum. He felt her tightening, pulsing grip around him, making only a few more thrusts before he hit his own orgasm. He filled her with his seed before pulling her close to him, panting against her, his eyes closed. "You... are absolutely amazing... Ginny..." he was able to moan out. Ginny leans against his shoulder, nibbling on his neck a little after she feels him cum inside her. "Mmm, Alexander," she whispers, nipping at his ear. "I think you're the amazing one." With that, she giggles softly. He blushed at her words, holding her softly to him. But soon, he slid out of her with a moan, fixing their clothing before he pulled her closer, resting against the chair as she rested against him. "This is comfortable." He whispered to her. He could definitely sleep like this. "Mm....I wish we could stay just like this..." she murmurs against his neck. Nuzzling close, within moments she was beginning to doze off. He made sure to look if there was any evidence of what they had done, before he rested his head against the top of hers, letting his eyes close as he fell asleep. Ginny shifts a little, nearly completely asleep as she snugglese with him, getting just a little more comfortable. Before too long, she was completely asleep. He woke up not too far from sunset, the faintest rays shining in through the high windows. He looked out to them before gently shaking Ginny awake. "Ginny, wake up." He whispered, before kissing her lightly. Ginny murmurs something unintelligible to human ears and kisses him back lightly before shifting some and hiding her face from the light against his shoulder, quickly falling back to sleep. He smiled, kissing her again, deeper and more meaningful before kissing to her neck. "Wake up." He whispered a little louder, before he bit her neck, a light brush of teeth that was somewhat of a warning. Ginny muttered something that could be interpretted as "Nuh uh" against his lips before nuzzling his shoulder. As his teeth scraped against her neck, she shivered a little and purred softly, still most of the way asleep. He smiled as he heard her purr, nipping her neck a little harder before moving her to lay back. "Mmm... what can I do to make you wake up, love?" He whispered softly to her. Ginny purred more, but otherwise didn't respond. Hermione, however, was standing at the bottom of the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, and laughed lightly. "Usually, a bucket of cold water works." Alex turned his head to look at who was speaking, and saw Hermione at the foot of the staircase. "Ah, morning. It's a little early to be up." He said with a soft smile. Ginny blinked a little and tilted her head to see Hermione. "Morning, 'Mione..." she mumbled, then promptly closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.Hermione smiled at them. "Don't worry, the secret's safe with me. I just forgot my potions book." She walked over to the table nearest the couple. He smiled as he heard her, noticing that Ginny fell asleep again. "Thanks, Hermione." He said softly, looking over Ginny's face. "I would hate to have a standoff with Ron if he knew." He tilted his head down, kissing Ginny, deeper than he did before, trying to get her up again. Hermione smiled at them again as she grabbed her book and retreated to the dorms. Ginny slowly woke up as she kissed him back, eventually pulling back to smile up at him. Seconds later her eyes got wide and then she started squirming. "Alexander! It's morning!" she squeeled. He smiled as she kissed him back, feeling her squirm against him. "Yes, i know. That's why I've been trying to get you up." She pushes him hard, trying to get him to get off of her. "Alexander, get up! We can't be found like his!" Her voice showed her rising hysteria clearly. He stood after a moment, helping her to his feet. "It's still early." He said softly. "Hermione is the only one up besides us." She stared at him like he was a bloody idiot as she stood and fixed her skirt and blouse. "Hermione, next to Harry or Dean, is the person MOST LIKELY to tell Ron!" she hissed at him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but caught himself before saying something in anger. He took a short breath before saying. "Me and her exchanged a few words. She said she wouldn't." Ginny took a deep breath and hoped that Hermione's character proved true and she kept to her word. She leaned up and kissed Alexander lightly. "Well, then. I'd best get to bed before anyone else gets up." He smiled, kissing her lightly. "Then I will see you later today. Rest easy." She nipped his bottom lip lightly then turned around and went up the stairs. She may have gotten most of a full night's sleep, but sleeping on a chair was less restful than sleeping in a bed. He smiled as he felt her nip his lip before going upstairs. He stretched before getting up, grabbing his bag and going up to his dorm. It was a few steps before he was dropping his bag, falling into bed and sleeping. Ginny groaned a few hours later as the other girls in her dorm woke up chattering. Placing her pillow over her head, she gave a wonderful impression of being ill and promptly fell back to sleep, a state in which she stayed until well past noon. Alexander woke up a few hours later, changing his clothes and heading down to the great Hall for breakfast. He sat with the usual group of people, but it was a little different today. People were cheering him for being with Ginny now. At least, most except for Ron. He could feel the heat from his angry stare on his head. Alexander ate quickly before getting back to the common room, spending the rest of the morning and a few hours of the early afternoon reading textbooks. Shortly after one, Ginny stumbled down the stairs. She saw Alexander and walked over. Without any sort of actual warning, she slid into his lap, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder, nuzzling affectionately. "Did I miss lunch?" He was surprised by her jumping into his lap all of a sudden, but he fell into it quick, his arms wrapping around her shoulders. "No, lunch should have started not too long ago. We can go get something to eat if you want." She nuzzles his shoulder more. "In a minute. What are you up to?" He smiled, kissing her softly. "Just reading up on some text that I skipped over before. A lot of people already left for the village." She nuzzles his shoulder some more. "Ooooh, sounds boring. What class?" she asks, nibbling lightly on his neck He smiled, running his fingers through her hair slowly. "Transfiguration and Charms." She smiled up at himi and leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips. "Oh, not so very boring after all," she said with a smile and looked at the book. It was open to a hover charm. "Hovering? Are you serious? This is first year stuff, Alexander," she said with a smile. He looked at the book that she was looking at, then at the nearby table. He hadn't had his charm book out... then he saw the book shaped dustless piece on the table. "Not my book." He said, tossing aside the book she had and pulling out his 5th year charms book. She giggled. "Are you sure? come to think of it, I'm not sure I've ever seen you do a hover charm...." she said, her voice teasing as she ruffles his hair a little. His eyes narrowed a little bit as he heard that. He pulled out his want and simply did the motion, the book riding out of her hand to drop lightly onto her head. Ginny jumped a little when the book hit her head, reaching up to rub the spot a little. "Ouchies..." she muttered, pouting at him. "Point taken." He let the book fall to the ground, pulling her down and kissing the top of her head lightly. "Sorry, you know how it is. You do a spell without saying it, and it's weaker." "Bull," she muttered, a small smile on her lips. She tilted her head back to kiss him. "I think you meant for it to hit me on the head." And she stuck her tongue out at him. He smiled as she tilted her head up, kissing her with a passion, though she stuck out her tongue at him. He flicked his at her before nuzzling against her. "I'm sorry." She smiled at him and bumped her nose against his. "It's okay. I've got a temper that trumps that by ten. I think I might have hit you with the entire table if you'd insinuated I couldn't do a hover charm." Her voice was light, but entirely serious. He couldn't help but smile at that, kissing her deeper before looking into her eyes. "That was playful, not angry. If it was angry, you might have levitated into the fireplace." She smiles and kisses him back. "My temper still trumps yours. I don't do playful very well." He smirked as he kissed her, nipping her lip to break it. He moved to her ear, whispering so only she could hear. "If we were alone, I would levitate your clothes off." She giggled. "Hmm...maybe we should get some food and go somewhere secluded, then." He smiled at her idea, nipping her lip lightly in response. "Where would you like to go, then?" Ginny purrs and closes her eyes lightly. "Mmm....surprise me." He smiled and kissed her softly, nipping her lip again. "Well, I dont mind just sitting here and cuddling, you know." She grins and shivers lightly. "Mmm, but I'm hungry." He nodded, nipping her lip once more before standing, helping her to her feet. "I know. I meant after we come back from getting lunch." Ginny looked confused for a second then blushed. "Oh, yeah. Of course. Sorry, I'm still mostly asleep," she said, looking at him a bit shyly. Ginny? Shy? Geesh, sex DID change a person. He smiled as he heard that, kissing her lightly. "Then let's get some food in your stomach so you will be less sleepy." He kissed her lightly before steering her to the portrait hole. She smiles and kisses him back, letting herself be steered nearly through the portrait hole before remembering something vital. "Alexander!" she gasped, laughing lightly. "I'm still in my pajamas!" He laughed as he heard her, looking her over quickly. "Yes, you are! Go get changed." She continued laughing all the way up to the dormitory, where she took a minute to brush her hair real quick before tugging on a pair of old, ripped jeans and a form hugging teal hoodie. Within five minutes, she hurried down the stairs and tackled him. He had been waiting, before sitting down. Then he felt her tackle him, pushing him deeper in the chair. He laughed, kissing her deeply as his arms wrapped around her. "Ready now?" He said in a teasing voice. "Mmmm...." she hummed and kissed him back deeply. "Maybe. Just one more kiss." And she leaned in to kiss him deeply again. Then she jumped out of his lap and tugged on his hand, suddenly bursting with energy. He smiled at her request, happily giving her the deep kiss she wanted. But soon she was jumping up, pulling at his hand, and he couldn't help but laugh, the two of them practically running to the portrait hole and running down the halls to the great hall. Ginny laughed as she ran down to the Great Hall and was still giggling wildly as she sat down to eat. Grabbing some turkey and a goblet of some pumpkin juice. She sat, straddling the bench facing Alexander. He smiled as he sat down, Ginny sitting next to him, straddling the bench to face him. He turned and gave her a quick but soft kiss before he grabbed a turkey sandwich, slowly eating. He looked around the room, not many people were around. He turned to Ginny, moving closer to her, whispering into her ear. "Why don't we go to the room of requirements after this?" Ginny smiled and munched on some chicken and bread with her pumpkin juice. "The room of requirement?" She tilted her head, then smiled more. "Alright." She started to eat a little faster, but not enough to be noticed. He noticed how she was eating faster, and he smiled to himself. He didn't eat any the faster himself, enjoying his sandwich, making sure that she was getting hyped up on it. But eventually, he couldn't wait any longer himself, so once she was done, he polished off his pumpkin juice and stood, taking her hand. He walked her out of the Great Hall before the two of them ran up a few floors, taking a few secret passages until they were in the right hallway. He started his pacing, eyes locked on the walls in front of him before turning to where the door appeared. Nobody but the two of them would be able to see. The room wasn't too big, but it was big enough for the two of them at least. There was a large canopy bed at the center of the room, a deep lavender color for the drapes and blankets. The room was lit by several candles, a few floating and the rest in holders around the walls. Alex closed the door behind the two of them, before pulling her close, giving her a deep, long, passionate kiss. As soon as Ginny saw the inside of the room, she gasped lightly. "Alexander....It's perfect!" She whispered. Within two seconds, she was in his arms, kissing him passionately and letting her hands roam over his chest and back. He felt her hands roaming over him, and he smiled in the kiss, his tongue darting out to flick over her lips, a question of invitation. His hands moved to her hoodie, pulling it up and off before sliding his shirt off, letting her hands move over him. She moans lightly and parts her lips for his tongue but then breaks the kiss to get their tops out of the way. She wasn't wearing anything under the hoodie except her bra and she blushed a little before leaning in to press a series of kisses along his shoulders and neck. His eyes only had a moment to look over her form before her lips were upon his neck and shoulder. His eyes closed, head tilting to give her access while his hands moved behind her back. Her bra was unsnapped and slid off within moments, leading her to the bed and sitting down, pulling her onto his lap. Ginny gasped as she felt herself being pulled into his lap. Moving instinctively to straddle him, Ginny lifted her head to kiss him deeply. "Mmm....Alexander..." she sighed lightly against his lips. He felt her straddle him, and his arms went around her, pulling her close as he kissed her back deeply. "Ginny..." He moaned out lightly against her lips, nipping her lower one lightly before pulling back. He laid back on the bed, pulling her down onto him. She giggled and laid with him after slipping off her bra and tossing it to the floor. She nuzzled his neck lightly, feeling a little self conscious. Looking around, she found a blanket and dragged it over their bodies for some semblance of cover. Pulling it over head, she nuzzled his shoulder and giggled again. HE was happy for the blanket that she pulled over them, it was warm and comfortable, like her. She nuzzled against his shoulder, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her peaks rubbing against his own. His lips kissed and nipped along her neck, teasing in their promises to her. Ginny giggled more and rolled away from him, pulling the blanket with her. "Now that I'm thinking about it...." she said, her voice teasing, "I'd almost believe that you have plans for this room. Oh what would my brother think?" She sighed dramatically, struggling to hide her laughter. She rolled off, taking the blanket, and he rolled onto his side as he listened to her. He laughed softly as he moved closer to her, arms wrapping around her and pulling her close to him. "Your brother will never find out." He said, nipping at her earlobe to tease her. "If he did, he would come after me, then tell your ma, and you would be locked away for a long time." "Oh, now, we can't have that," Ginny said reasonably, but still smiling. "What kind of trouble could I make locked up?" she said before laughing and throwing her arms around him. "So, umm....what kind of plans did you have in mind?" she asked, tilting her head and leaning up to kiss his jaw. He smiled at her comments and question, feeling her arms going around him, tilting his head to give her access to his jaw more. "Well... they won't be back for a few hours. I have no problem staying in here, cuddling and making love that whole time." "Hmmm......cuddles....I likes cuddles," she said happily then grinned up at him. "And the love making....that isn't half bad either." That said, she leaned up to kiss him deeply again. He couldn't help but smirk at her second comment, taking her passionate kiss with ease, giving her one of his own as he moved, laying her onto her back and moving over her. His hands went down, removing his pants nad boxers before going for her skirt. She smiled against his lips and laid down willingly, her hands moving over his back and chest until he shed his pants and boxers. Then her hands began drifting lower tentatively. She was still new to this, meaning that she wasn't as confident as she may want to appear. Her touches here highly stimulating to his senses, and he noticed how she got more shy once they stated heading lower. "It's ok." He whispered softly to her, a hand slowly moving with hers to escort her to what she wanted. "You won't hurt it." She smiled widely and leaned in to kiss him deeply as her hand wrapped around his member and began to stroke slowly. He kissed her back deeply, but he felt her hand wrap around him lightly and start to move. He let out a soft moan, his eyes closing as he felt her rub him. His mouth held open slightly as it was something he hadn't felt before. She giggled and pulled back, looking at his face as she continued to stroke him. "Oh, so you like that?" she whispered, acting surprised. He heard her giggle, was about to get offended until he heard her whisper, finding it strangely sexy. "Yes... I do..." He whispered. But he thought about it, and decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. His hand cupped her breast lightly, teasing it a little bit, before sliding down and into her pants. He found her core easily, and his fingers gently stroked around her lips. Ginny gasped loudly when he touched her breast, which then became a moan as he slipped his hand into her pants. "Alex," she whispered, leaning her forehead against his. He smiled as she seemed to be enjoying herself, his fingers moving to slide into her, two doing slow pumps for her. "Yes, Ginny?" He whispered, nipping her lip lightly. Ginny moaned louder, her head falling back as she continued to stroke him. "Mmm....I love the way you touch me," she whispered. He let out a soft moan as she continued to rub him, his fingers speeding up in her for a moment before pulling them out. He licked them clean, enjoying her taste, before pushing her pants off, leaving her bare to him. "I have a touch you would enjoy more." He whispered seductively to her. Her eyes widened and she looked at him increduously. "Oh really?" He smiled as his hand pulled hers away from his member, and he slowly, easily, parted her legs. His hips fitted perfectly against his, and his hips gently rubbed against hers, his hard length against her womanhood. As he moved their positions, Ginny wrapped her arms around his shoulders and arched her body closer to his. "Mmm...Alex," she moaned loudly. His own arms wrapped around her, his lips finding her in a deep kiss. "Ginny..." He whispered, before he slid into her slowly, a soft moan against her lips. Ginny gasped loudly, still a little sore from the last time. Within moments, though, she had her legs wrapped around him tightly, pulling him deeper. "Alex," she whimpered. He heard her gasp, knew that she was enjoying it the moment her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into her silken folds. "Ginny." He whispered, kissing her deeply as his hips moved at a good pace for them. Ginny moaned with every thrust he gave her, her body responding quickly, growing even tighter around him. "Mmm...it's so good, Alex..."

['Ginny']

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25-minute gap [Shibby+Me]

It had been quite troublesome as of late. Hell, that was an understatement. For Miles Edgeworth, it probably would have been better to have just been imprisoned instead of having to face the trial he had to undergo the past week. Of course, he was grateful beyond words for his clearly proven innocence ? but it came at a heavy price, as well. Over the past week, he had been forced to painfully relive the past which he kept behind his grey eyes and in his withered heart, and added on to that was the embarrassment of his co workers and... rivals, finding out exactly what had happened. Not only that, but his broken posture couldn't have been the most characteristic thing of him to express. The last thing he wanted right now was for the people he knew to surround him.Now, he was in debt to Phoenix. The money for his work would never be enough to thank him for his hard work and that was the same for any client. Phoenix had proved him not guilty of a crime, keeping his already somewhat messy reputation from falling under, which saved him from not only prison, but his hopes of continuing work as a prosecutor. He doubted he would jump right on that after this holiday period on the other hand, a part of him never wanted to venture in to his office again, and especially not the courtroom.After spending a long night in, watching the snow softly falling outside of his window, Edgeworth finally decided to bring himself in to the atmosphere his body secretly craved. Watching wasn't the same as feeling he craved the cold snow across his skin, in his hair, and the bitterly cold air licking against his pale complexion.After dressing appropriately, Edgeworth let himself outside. Just as he thought, the cold air brushed up against his cheeks and woke him up from his daze somewhat. He cuddled his thick coat tighter around himself, finally perching himself upon a bench, watching the sunset from his spot. He was beginning to feel serene and perhaps even calm by this point. Edgeworth mentally congratulated himself for being able to clear his mind so quickly. It wasn ??t like his sinister mood was anything out of the ordinary. However, he would have expected the post freedom high to lift his spirits by now. Apparently not. Edgeworth gave a wry grin and a shake of his head. Typical of him. Oh well. He was a free man, after all. He could feel however the hell he liked. Pheonix sighed to himself as he sat in his office. He was feeling a little down after Maya had left abruptly and return to Kurian village. He was left alone in his office. After Maya had left, he didn't have many clients wanting him to represent them. Frankly he was a bit unmotivated himself. She was feeling very lonely and well, her did have friends...but things were not the same without Maya around.Phoenix looked outside the window. It was snowing, maybe a walk out help him feel better. With that he stood and put on his long over coat and black scarf around his neck and began to head outside into the cold. He felt a bit better breathing in fresh air, but he was still upset. He began to walk down the street, looking down at the floor.Eventually he stopped to get himself a coffee at a store down a few blocks. Once he had his coffee in had he made his way out of the store and continued to walk down the road. It was very cold outside, he could feel his spiky hair turning into icicles. She sighed to himself and looked up at the sky...if you could see a sky in that cloud cover. Miles had to be honest, the atmosphere was quite pleasing to him a light snow began to fall from the sky and it was just cold enough where he could feel the tip of his nose begin to numb but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. In addition, it seemed like no one recognized the prosecutor. While he was wearing his trademark, magenta suit and cravat with that smug look on his face, Miles was always the center of attention. However, Edgeworth had a rather pensive look to him much more mellow than he usually was in court and he traded his suit for a heavy, black wool jacket that went down to his knees, thick pants, snow boots, and a white scarf. Somehow, he still managed to maintain his elegant look.So needless to say, when Phoenix nearly walked by him without a passing glance, Edgeworth wasn't surprised. Of course, it was an unexpected occurrence for the prosecutor. What were the odds of the two happening upon this spot at, more or less, the same time? He would have expected for Nick to be hanging around with that Maya girl or Larry, having a good time for the holidays. His lips curved up into a ghost of a smirk when Phoenix stopped just in front of him to look at the sky, quite unaware of his presence. "Shouldn't you be somewhere, Phoenix Wright?" As Pheonix looked up at the sky, seeming to be in a daze, he heard a familiar smug sounding voice. He knew that voice. The voice of a very old friend, one that he hadn't seen since phoenix him self as got him acquitted. Phoenix's head moved down and turned to look in the direction of the voice. A part of him had expected that he had imagined the voice.When he actually saw good ol'edgy , he jumped and pointed a finger at him. "Miles, Its you!" he said. He might ave been feeling lonely but he still had his wacky tendencies. He calmed down a little and said "What are you doing out here?" he asked walked over to him.Pheonix grinned and said "I could ask you the same thing Edgeworth". As soon as Phoenix pointed his finger at him and made his exclamation, Edgeworth couldn't help but cringe a bit and mentally smack himself for addressing the man. It wasn't like he didn't like Nick Miles was just not a people person and he was in a mood to be alone today ... but Edgeworth couldn't pass up an opportunity to catch Phoenix off guard. It seemed like it was a rare occurrence for Miles to have the upper hand against the other, even in court. It was this foolish genius who had brought an end to his perfect record.Edgeworth gave a small huff in response to his question. He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before replying, "I believe I was sitting out here, enjoying the weather. And since I've had no prior commitments with anyone this evening, I don't see why I shouldn't be here." There was a short pause as his gray eyes glanced over at the defense attorney. "You, on the other hand, seem to always have one person or another hanging on your arm. Where's that Fey girl?" Pheonix looked at him as he spoke. He asked about Maya...that put him back in the dumps again. He seemed to look away and to the side a bit and said "She went back to her village to train her spirit channeling..." he said.Edgeworth could probably already tell that phoenix was not his usual self. He looked back at him and said "There's no one around in the office so I thought I'd come out for a walk" he said with a shrug. "There's nothing wrong it that" said phoenix as he ran his hand through he hair.Pheonix seemed to smile a little and said "Have you taken any cases recently Miles?" he asked him. Edgeworth's job revolved around reading people's emotions to see through the lies and expose reality... so it was easy for him to spot that Phoenix was obviously upset about Maya's absence. Of course, he had more tact and newfound respect for the man to question. His features remained relatively impassive, as if he didn't notice the broken stare during Nick's response. "She's a bright girl. I'm sure she'll be back soon," he said it was his subtle and mild attempt to cheer the other up.His lips tilted upwards slightly in a thin, wry grin. "Not recently. Even with my innocent conviction from your case, nobody seems to want an almost murderer trying to deal out guilty verdicts." Phoenix looked at him and smiled a little when he said Maya would be back. That was true, she couldn't stay there forever and the day she came back, he'd be waiting with a big plate full of hamburgers. "Yeah, our right..just been really quite with out her around" he said. He sat down on the bench next to Edgeworth and grinned at his reply to his question."I suppose that would make you a bit of hypocrite...putting people into jail when you almost got put there your self...if it wasn t for me" he said with a smirk. Miles exhaled softly and scratched the back of his neck. His gray eyes watched bemusedly as the vapor of his breath billowed up and finally disappeared into the air. He wasn't sure what Maya's and Nick's relationship was, exactly but he couldn't help but mildly envy the close bond between two friends, something he had given up on long ago.The prosecutor shook his head slightly before replying, "It's my job to ensure a sentence for anyone who is guilty of a crime. I've still never let a guilty man walk, even if it was myself." There was a short pause where Edgeworth shifted almost uneasily in his spot. "But thank you. For defending me." Phoenix looked at him and said "I wouldn't defend a guilty man Miles...no matter how much he paid me, but then again....I would rather a million guilty men go free then one innocent man go to jail" he said softly.He looked at him and smiled and said "It was nothing Edgeworth...your my friend...I wasn't just obligated to do so...it was my duty to do so" he said. "You don't know if a man is guilty or not until the judge slams the gavel. How could you know beforehand?" The prosecutor gave a small frown and shook his head a bit at the other lawyer's statement. "One unjustly convicted man is a worthy price to pay to ensure the safety of a thousand." Miles nearly became that one man and he still would back that statement up wholeheartedly.Edgeworth stared at the other for a moment and gave a small chuckle. "You still would call me a friend after a fifteen year absence?" Phoenix looked at him and smiled and said "There's something inside here that tells you" he said reaching up and touching chest, just bellow his cravat. Pheonix heard his next statement and said "Really, you tell that to the guy whose rotting in jail becouse he got done for soemthing he didn't do, prison is a horrible place Edgeworth"He smiled at his chuckled and said "you wee always my friend Edgeworth, dosen't matter how long you were gone, what matters is the time spent with one another and what happened during that time". Miles looked at the other skeptically, a usual scowl set on his features. He shook his head slightly and swatted the other's hand away. "You need conclusive evidence, Wright," he replied impassively, "just a feeling isn't good enough." Edgeworth leaned back in his chair, set on disagreeing with his comrade. "I'll be happy to say it to anyone, Wright. It's a shame for the innocent man but if he were really guiltless, he'd be able to free himself with a repeal."The prosecutor stared at Phoenix for a few moments, as if he were trying to search what made him so forgiving and patient. Lord knows that Miles was just about ready to give up Nick and Larry after the fifteen year gap. Finally, he was unable to find any logical reason besides that it was just the type of guy Phoenix was and he succumbed to a ghost of a grin and shook his head. "You're one piece of work, Wright. It seems like I've got no choice but to accept you as my friend." Edgeworth made it seem like he were forced to accept Nick's friendship but in all honesty, he was happy. Pheonix looked at him and said "I feel touched edgeworth" he said grinning at him. Phoenix knew he would want to be friends as much as he did, no matter how he tried to hide it. He smiled at his friend and said "Got any plans?" he asked him. Pheonix really didn't want to be alone tonight. "Wanna go grab something to eat?" he asked him with a smile. He would understand if he said no, he wasn't the worlds most social type of guy. "Don't flatter yourself, Wright," Miles huffed, still set on keeping up his impassive exterior and trying his best to make Phoenix believe that he was only being friend with the guy out of obligation... even though it wasn't the case. He sighed softly, watching idly as the vapor of his breath floated up in the air before dispersing. "I already ate," Edgeworth said dully, a kind refusal. However, he didn't quite want to be alone. He thought he did before but Phoenix had a knack of changing people's minds. "I wouldn't be adverse to getting some tea or coffee." Pheonix looked at him and said "Oh..." when he said he had already eaten. Way to burst his bubble, he thought, but then he seemed to re inflate it when he said he'd get soemthing to drink. Pheonix smiled and said "Alright, lets go" he said standing up and smiling at him. He waited for him to get up before he started walking down the street. Although Phoenix was erratic in some ways, he was still very predictable in some situations. The man was easy to please all Miles had to do was agree to go somewhere and Nick lit up like a Christmas tree. Edgeworth's lips curved upwards into a hint of a grin as he shook his head at the defense attorney's reaction. Slowly, he stood to his feet and followed the other without any sort of haste and hurry. As cold as it was, Edgeworth still had his pride and he'd take his time. Pheonix smiled as they walk down the street, perhaps not side by side, but together all the same. He walked into the small cafe at the end of the street and smiled as he sat down in a booth. He watched as Edgeworth sat down after him. Pheonix said to him and said "I think I'll have some coffee" she said smiling. Miles tailed along behind Phoenix, following him into the cafe and taking a seat opposite of the attorney. He could never understand what made the man so optimistic to the point like a trip to a little coffee shop was like going to Disney World. "Isn't it a little late in the day for coffee?" "Nope, perfectly great time for coffee" he said smiling. The waitress walked over and asked them for their orders. Pheonix smiled and said "I'll have a latte thanks". The waitress turned to Miles. "And you sir?" Phoenix really was some sort of oddity. Edgeworth had met many people despite his lack of interest in humans as a whole and he hadn't come across someone quite the same as the man sitting in front of him right now. His grey eyes shifted to the waitress before responding, "Tea, please." Pheonix smiled at him as the waiter walked away. He look at Miles and smiled and said "Never thought you to be a tea drinker" he said smiling. Miles hesitated to respond, as if he weren't used to admitting things about himself because in all honesty, he wasn't. Edgeworth wasn't a very social man. "It's actually my beverage of choice," he mumbled. Pheonix gave him a sheepish grin and said "Oh really now" he said with a smile. "Yes, really, Wright," Miles sighed, shaking his head at the man. How did he get bugged into having drinks with a child? Oh right it wad damn cold outside. "So..er... how have you been?" Edgeworth was not good at making small talk. Pheonix looked at him and said "I've been better" he said looking at his friend.

['Edgeworth']

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Mornië utúlië (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

"May it be an evening star shines down upon you. May it be that when darkness falls your heart will be true." Tiny delicate fingers braided hollyhocks and chamomile flowers into long albeit messy brown locks of hair as the little girl cited an innocent spell of protection to her friend. She tied the end with a ribbon she had marked with a charm and smiled gently, "There you go, Yukimura. All done. How do you feel?" She asked, leaning to the side to get a better look at his expression. She and Yukimura had lived in this orphanage for as long as they both could remember. It wasn't a terrible place they had food and beds with a warm fire and a roof over their heads. But it could have been much better. She swore to always be by his side, thus making adoption a little difficult. But she didn't mind, she couldn't bear the thought of leaving Yukimura alone. They had been together for so long, after all. Yukimura sniffled softly as he sat in the patchy grass that surrounded the orphanage they lived in, his previously scraped and bloody knee now completely healed, only traces of dirt and drying blood left behind to prove he had done so. Better. He nodded, drying his eyes on the back of his sleeve. Arigatou, Akihime! He said, then offered a bright smile, even through the tears that still dripped from his eyes. He was always quick to cry whenever he scraped up his knees, but he was kind and gentle, and most of all even though he cried he was brave. He was kind and fair with all of his siblings at the orphanage and he was always rushing headfirst into things, even if it meant tripping and falling. Your magic is always so amazing, even the headmaster says you re far beyond your years! She blushed heavily and looked to the side in her shyness. "I It isn't that amazing..." She muttered before lifting her gaze back to him, "You really think so...? Sometimes my charms don't work..." Yukimura shook his head and shifted to face her properly. Even so, you fix everyone s scrapes and bumps, so thank you! He grinned, cheeks streaked from his tears. And plus, my magic is hardly anything at all. He said, holding up a single finger to let a small flame flicker from the top of his finger. She smiled almost affectionately, "I can't even do that much, Yukimura...look at this beautiful little flicker of life you can create.." She said gently, "I'm so envious of you.." Yukimura s smile seemed a bit sad, the fire extinguishing. It s not really much of an ability, it sallI can do. He said. "I'm still so jealous.." She said gently, wiping away his tear stains with her handkerchief, "All I can do is heal wounds and give shotty protections...I can't bring back the dead or start even small fires or move the air or sea...you just have to practice, Yukimura, you'll be amazing one day.." Well, you just have to practice too! Yukimura encouraged, smiling brightly.Years would pass, and the two children remained in the orphanage, not a single person willing to adopt either of the two, and so soon the two older teens took on the job of caring for the younger children. Soon the headmaster would pass away, and no one else was sent to care for the children, leaving Yukimura and Akihime to be their only caretakers. They took to calling them both mama and papa, which Akihime didn't seem to mind. She was like their mother after all, and she did love and cherish all of them. She made their clothes and cooked their food and bandaged all their 'boo boos', caring and doting on them like a real mother would. Not being adopted didn't seem so scary now.Masamune had been tracking this witch down for weeks, he dared to say it had been almost two months since he started his search."Are you sure she's around here, Kojurou?" Masamune asked. The tall man beside the wizard gave a brief nod."Hai, Masamune sama. My sight is never wrong." Yukimura took care of the house repairs and payments, doing odd jobs to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table, and even though they lived without much luxuries, they were happy. Yukimura s magic hadn t improved much over the years, still only able to light fires for dinner and candles when night fell.The forest that the witch had been rumored to live in was like a maze the trees were overgrown and bunched close together, making it dark and limited the distance one could see. However, just as the tall man had said, Masamune caught a glimpse of red among the trees ahead, but only briefly. Akihime used her magical abilities to sell healing tonics for colds and ailments, it brought in enough that Yukimura wouldn't have to fret so much about expenses. She told him everyday that his abilities would get better, he was just a late bloomer and it happened often enough to not be uncommon. Though it didn't seem to ease him."I can't see a damn thing through these trees." Masamune hissed. Kojurou didn't seem bothered."Just keep going, Masamune sama. We're almost there." He assured. Soon, the trees would thin a bit and in the back of a small clearing, was a run down looking cabin and though small, it had a large, ominous presence. "This is it, then?" Masamune asked. Kojurou nodded."I am never wrong." He replied. Masamune made a noise and moved to sit in the tree line, watching the house intently. There was light coming from within the house, but from the one small window in the front, he saw no movement inside. Surely this is where the witch was, there was no doubt about it, especially when half rotten and clearly very dead rats slowly started to pester Masamune. He would brush them away easily enough until they became a larger bother, then he just started lighting them on fire. The rats didn t seem bothered by the fire, only when they were simply charred to a crisp did they stop. Once all of the rats were defeated, Masamune saw movement in the window, the curtains shifting and a face peering out briefly. He tried to squint with his good eye to see the face that was watching him. Was that the witch? The face vanished from the window before he could get a good look, and even then the face was mostly hidden by a red hood. Hey you. A distorted woman s voice called out from above Masamune in the trees, in which sat a murder of crows, eyes glowing an unnatural red. All of them stared down at him, heads tilting each which way as if trying to get a better look at him. Had those crows just spoken to him? He glanced up at them and made a noise, "You the black witch that lives here in these woods?" Black witches? Tall tales what is it you re here for? The crows flapped their wings and shifted uneasily, as if they could feel the danger in the air, but still, whomever was controlling the birds didn t answer the question. "I need a witch, my familiar brought me here. And considering you're speaking to me through a murder of crows, that doesn't really help your case now does it." He stated, "I need you to come with me." The crows all let out a loud laugh, as though the person behind them had found what Masamune said profoundly humorous. Fair enough, but who will believe you when you say you were speaking with crows? A single crow flew down and perched on a low branch to face Masamune. And come with you? I have no obligation to do such an obsurd thing. Leave, and take your pet with you. "I'm not leaving until you come with me. I'll wait here as long as it takes." He said with a small smirk. The crow stared at him for a moment before opening its beak to speak. Stay there and rot then, I m not leaving. And with that, the crows eyes returned to black and it quickly flew off, as if it had returned back to a simple wild animal. He made a noise and got comfortable, conjuring a comfortable chair and getting comfortable. Days would pass and the door to the small home never opened, but the smoke from the chimney and the smell of food cooking every so often made it apparent someone was indeed still inside surely one of them would give in soon? "You have to come out sometime. You will run out of food." He called, "I can wait here forever if you like." Are you sure that you won t just die before then? The voice came from a rabbit this time, sitting on its haunches staring at Masamune with those same eerie red eyes. By the looks of it, someone s placed a curse on you, which is why you need me, right? Well it seems whatever curse it is will consume you tonight once the full moon rises in the sky. "Very observant." He replied, "Even with that happening tonight, I'm not leaving. It'll be motivation, of sorts." The rabbit stared at him, nose twitching slightly. Do what you wish, but don t expect me to bury your corpse when that curse consumes you tonight. It won't bemycorpse you should worry about." He smirked, sipping a cup of tea Kojurou had made for him. The black witch sat inside her home, warming herself by the fire as the night fell to pitch black, only the moon illuminating the clearing outside. What s with that man? She muttered to herself as she warmed her hands, even in her heaviest red robes it was so cold it chilled her to the bone. She could hear him groaning in agony, trees and branches cracking as he changed. And then there was nothing. Complete silence. Looking out the window to check on him, she was met with a large blue reptilian eye glaring into the house. Megohime stumbled back in fear, letting go of the curtains and nearly knocking over a table full of potions in the process. All she could hear was her heart beat in her ears, eyes wide as she stared in stunned silence at the window. "Please come out and assist my lord in his dilemma." Kojurou called from outside the door, "Otherwise he is liable to destroy your home." Megohime s legs shook in terror and she ground her teeth together. Help him? You re joking..! She waved her arm out in front of her, chanting softly under her breath as the ground outside began to rumble. Dozens of corpses pulled themselves from the earth, all snarling and lumbering toward Masamune and his familiar, ready to defraud their master. Masamune torched them easily, smashing some with his tail and front hands, annoyed with how childish she was being."Please come with us. We will repair any damages." Kojurou said calmly. Go with you? You followed me three miles through to woods, staked out my home for three days, and now are threatening me with bodily harm! Megohime snapped from inside, raising more and more dead. Leave me alone! "We cannot." Kojurou replied as Masamune continued to char the undead thar came at him. "If you do not comply, he will devour you." Megohime s hands trembled even as she worked, but she still managed to pull more undead up. There was just no reasoning with these two, was there? This was how she was going to die. After a couple more seconds, the massive dragon brought his hand down over the house, breaking a large hole where the door was before reaching in and grabbing Megohime. His massive hand nearly destroyed the inside of the house, smashing the tables and knocking over the cauldron. He could feel her squirm as his hand wrapped around her small frame and pulled it out of the house, her screaming the entire time as she beat on him with her one free arm. She was younger than he thought, maybe a few years younger than himself, with long black hair as dark as raven wings and dark scarlet eyes. Surely this wasn t the woman he was looking for? All of the tips he had received had been that the woman he was searching for was an old woman a hag, perhaps this was her apprentice? "You are young." Kojurou said as Masamune eyed her up and down. Was he speaking for the dragon? Megohime flinched every time Masamune shifted her, flames starting to flicker around her being as she subconsciously conjured a destructive spell.Masamune could smell her fear not only was she young, but was she this green? Had she never seen a dragon before, even for a young witch that was strange, and especially so for a black witch. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you." Kojurou told her, "It will do you no good except tire you out." It was a bit late for a warning though, both Masamune and the witch erupting in a firey explosion, making the ground rumble beneath them. "Oh dear..." Kojurou muttered. Masamune's grip on Megohime only seemed to tighten, not a roar or wail of agony sounded from the beast. In fact, he only rumbled in annoyance. A pained cry came from the witch, along with the scent of blood, but when the smoke cleared, Masamune could see that she hadn t harmed herself with her own attack, rather two of his claws dig deep into her arm and shoulder. She also seemed to be struggling to breathe, beating on his hand once again as she gasped for breath, his tightened grip crushing the air from her body. Masamune loosened his grip a bit, not wanting to kill her. He looked to Kojurou and passed her over, the familiar carrying her rather easily. Megohime groaned as she was handed off to the familiar, her vision blurry and black spots coming in and out of her sight. Let me go.. She demanded weakly, her arm feeling like it was searing and numb all at the same time, blood slowly seeping through her clothes and into Kojurou s. The last thing she remembered before everything went black was the night sky, and the full moon. When she woke up again, she was in a rather nice looking room, on a bed that clearly wasn't hers. Her wounds were wrapped and her clothes were changed. Megohime lay where she was for a moment before sitting up quickly, only to stop and wince, holding her shoulder tenderly for a moment before looking around. Where was she? She had never been here before, and the only sounds were the birds outside the window to her left. Slowly she got out of bed, moving to the window to peer outside, wondering how far from her home she was. Home seemed so far away from her view. She didn't recognize this area at all. Where was she? Where did that dragon and his familiar take her? She stared a moment longer before looking down just how big of a structure was this? It had to be at least three times taller than her own home, was it one of those multi level homes she had seen before that the rich owned? No matter, she turned and moved toward the door as quickly and as quietly as she could, reaching for the door handle. Her thoughts were racing first off, those men had changed her clothes while she was unconscious, so there was no doubt they were some sort of sick perverts, and second, they destroyed her home and kidnapped her, and all for what? What help did they need from a witch anyway? And there was just no way that man was truly a dragon, he must ve been some sort of wizard or warlock, or perhaps he simply had a summoning scroll. When the door opened, Kojurou was standing there ready to enter. Probably to check on her, "Oh, you're awake." Megohime instantly slammed the door shut, turning to press her back against the door, face bright red and blood pounding in her ears. The window. She moved to the window quickly and pushed it open, a cool breeze entering the room as she stared down at the ground far below her. Shit. Thr door opened and Kojurou entered calmly, "I see your strength has returned as well.." Stay away from me! Megohime snapped at him, one leg already out the window, hands clutching the windowsill so tightly her knuckles were white. He watched her with a stone face, "You won't survive the landing, you know." Megohime was starting to panic again, she would either have to submit to the horrors these two men had for her, or jump to her death. Shut up! I know that! She swung her other leg out the window, standing with sobbing legs on the small ledge outside the window, her breathing coming out in shaky breaths. "We don't wish you harm. If we did, we would have let you bleed out." He told her, "Come back inside, please." She ignored him, inching a bit along the ledge before freezing again, gripping the windowsill again and leaning back against the wall, closing her eyes out of fear. Her legs trembled so hard she feared she d slip and fall, yet her instincts screamed to go back inside. "Get in here." Masamune's voice growled as a hand grabbed her arm and dragged her back through the window."I had it under control." Kojurou said calmly."Like hell." Masamune hissed. Megohime came tumbling in through the window, sucking in a breath through her teeth as she landed hard on the floor. She blinked away her tears and turned sharply to Masamune. That hurt! "Better than ending up as a blood stain on the forest floor!" Masamune snapped, "Are you fucking insane!?" Are you!? She wobbled up onto her feet, glaring at him as she cradled her arm. You took me from my home after you destroyed it and then you undress me!? Her face was flushed. "We did not undress you." Kojurou assured, "We have medicine women. They took care of your wounds and gave you new clothing to wear." Megohime grew even more embarrassed she had just accused them of being deviant with her, when in fact they had not but that was besides the point, they still kidnapped her and destroyed her home. I suppose you ll blame the medicine women for destroying my home and kidnapping me too? She snapped. Whatever you want, I m not going to help you with it, so find someone else and leave me alone! "We have already funded the rebuilding of your home, as previously stated. The abduction, however, we gave fair warning." Kojurou replied."You can go home when you remove my curse." Masamune hissed. Megohime paused again, shoulders sinking a bit. He was lying, all humans lied. He was no different. And I m supposed to believe you? You d no sooner burn me at the stake. She spat. I m not doing shit. "A wizard selling out a witch is bad for my health." Masamune told her flatly, "They's find me out, too." More lies, and even if they weren t, it didn t matter. People were paid handsomely for finding out witches, and often time, questions weren t even asked. Get out. She turned her head away, clenching her jaw. I won t help you. "Get out?" Masamune scoffed, "I own this room, it's in my house." Megohime wanted nothing more than to shove him out the open window and be done with him, but surely this man was insane. She said nothing more to him, holding her hurt arm against herself and glaring at the floor. "Let's go, Masamune sama." Kojurou said and guided his lord out before turning and waving his hand. The window snapped shut and a circled rune flashed over the glass before fading. Kojurou gave a small bow of his head before leaving quietly. Megohime spent the rest of the day sitting in the corner beneath the window, leaned against the wall listening to the noises of the forest outside the birds, the gentle wind, and the rustling of leaves, if she closed her eyes she could almost pretend she was home. It brought tears to her eyes. Mother was right, I shouldn t have left her, I shouldn t have left home. None None Masamune sifted through his alchemy lab, grumbling irately as he tried to find a way to get the woman to cooperate with him. He wasn't unreasonable, he was a nice guy."You did abduct her from her home." Kojurou said from his spot in the corner of the room, as if reading his master's thoughts. He could but he liked annoying Masamune with it. Masamune glared."I warned her.""Women don't generally enjoy being taken from their homes, Masamune sama." To be fair he had warned her, but on the other hand, he hadn t exactly started out exactly great either no please or thank you at all. "What if you asked her for her name? Giver her yours? Show you're hospitable?" Kojurou suggested. Masamune stopped before hanging his head."I suppose I have been rather rude, haven't I?""This curse has done a lot to change you." Kojurou agreed. He remembered the fear in her eyes, the way she fought so hard, struggled even as he crushed the very air from her lungs of course she was terrified, and she had every reason to be. He sighed and moved to head out, "She's probably hungry..." He muttered, "Maybe I should make her some food.." Megohime was in fact hungry, but she was far too anxious to notice such a thing. She sat with her knees to her chest, hurt arm cradled in her lap and her good arm resting on her knees, head resting on top of her arm. There was a knock on the door, "Hey," It was Masamune, "You hungry?" Masamune only got the response he was about expecting. Go away. Came from behind the door, muffled slightly and clearly still upset. "Nah. I got you food. My name's Masamune, by the way.." He offered. She picked her head up if only slightly, confused by his sudden change of approach. Why was he trying to be nice all of a sudden? Did he need some kind of proof she was an actual witch? He should ve gotten that from when she tried to fight him in the woods she just didn t know. Megohime. He pushed the door open and presented the platter of food first, "I wanted to apologise for being...well...a bit of a cock. A huge cock, correction." Megohime peered at him from over the bed that sat between them, still not entirely trusting of him. Her cheeks were dusted a bit pink from his innapropriate language, finding it a little embarrassing coming from a man. You destroyed my home. She pointed out flatly, almost like she was chastising him for it. "I am having it repaired.." He replied, "I was not in my right mind.." Obviously. Who in their right mind summons a dragon? Not even black witches can tame them. The last part was muttered more to herself than anything, but still, he truly was a fool if he thought he was in control of that beast. "Summoned?" Masamune looked confused, "You must have the wrong idea, lady.." Lady? She sounded a little offended. We re nearly the same age. And what do I have confused? Am I wrong that what you summoned was a dragon? She sneered. Did he take her for an idiot? "That dragon wasn't summoned. That dragon wasme." He stated firmly, "That's my curse." Hewas the dragon? Was that even possible? She had only heard tales of such a feat among black witches. Summoning something even a dragon was a simple task, but transforming a human was an entirely different feat, especially a complete transformation that was temporary, yet long term. You re lying, I ve never even heard of such a thing being done for over a hundred years. She said, narrowing her eyes, interest piqued. He sighed heavily and reached to lift his eye patch. Beneath the fabric was a gouged socket that once held an eye, but instead it housed a glowing curse rune that pulsated with dark and evil magics. Megohime s eyes widened at the sight of the rune, chills running down her spine and goosebumps breaking out all over her body. Get out. She said suddenly. There s nothing I can do for something like that, so get out. Undoing another black witches curse? Had that even been done by another black witch? Either way, something like that was far out of her league. "What." He dropped the eye patch with a scowl, "Excuse me? I told you to break my curse, so break it!" No! I won t! Now get out! Megohime snapped back at him, turning her back to him. He fumed and moved over quickly, grabbing her and tugging her out from behind the bed, "Fix me!" Let go of me! Megohime shouted, trying to shove him away. I won t do anything for you! He only got angrier and punched her hard in the side of her face before suddenly kissing her. She wasn t sure if her head was spinning from the punch or the kiss, but she knew why her face suddenly grew hot. She stiffened up, eyes windening before she did something rather unexpected. She yanked away and punched Masamune hard in the nose, tumbling back as she did so. He hissed and held his nose, which repaired on its own almost instantly, "That's what you get, you rude bitch!" Her face was still entirely bright red, clearly flustered as she sputtered. Wh What the hell!? Why the hell did you k kiss me!? "I cursed you til you decide to cooperate." He said, seeming rather proud, "You can't go farther than 50 meters of me." She clenched her fists, feeling like someone was gripping her heart, and before she could think of what she wanted to do next, her body acted on its own. She slammed her fist into his nose again, tears of anger in her eyes. "Fuck!" He stumbled back and grabbed his nose as it gushed blood it took a moment longer to heal this time. "What was that for?!" What do you think!? Megohime held her throbbing hand, glaring death at him as she made her retreat backwards. Get out! "Fine! Don't forget to eat, I worked really hard on that!" He said and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Fuck your food! Megohime screamed after him, moving back to her corner, leaving the food where Masamune had set it on the desk. However, in the morning Megohime had eaten the food, and even fallen asleep in the bed, her wound still taking a lot out of her. When she awoke, there was a fresh platter of food and clean clothes on the desk for her. Whether it was from Masamune or Kojurou, she didn't know. This pattern would continue for a day or two, Megohime hiding in her corner of the room, watching Kojurou with untrusting eyes as he came in to take the empty plate before setting down a plate full of freshly prepared food three times a day. He also brought her new clothing and took the old, and more embarrassingly, changed her chamber pot.She wouldn t talk with him when he entered, but she never tried to attack him or break the window either not that it would. Kojurou didn't mind, he understood her predicament she was in a strange house with strange men who demanded a colossal task from her. He gave her the time and space she needed. It would be three days before Megohime saw or heard anything from Masamune, coming in a knock on the door before he entered one morning.The day was overcast at the shorefront, the morning air chilled by the sea air as a lone figure walked down the beach, covered in a heavy cloak to keep the cold out. A woman from a nearby village carrying a fishing pole and a few gutted fish as she made her way up the beach back to her home. She saw movement by the rocks along the shore, of course it could have been the seals that lived nearby. They made the beach their home to bask in the warm sun some days. But it didn't seem like a seal, it was much too fast. She blinked and slowed her pace, turning her head to look over at the movement as she walked, not thinking much of it. She saw what she could only imagine to be the tail of a seal flopping from behind one of the taller rocks before suddenly falling deathly still. She slowed to a complete stop, watching for any sign of movement, and when she saw none, she made a soft noise of concern before heading cautiously toward the rocks. When she carefully rounded the corner to check on the poor beast, she was met not with a seal but a man. A naked man. He was tall and tan and built like a brick wall with long wild untamed white hair and seal spots running down the length of his back. He looked back at her and she noticed his left eye was glassed over with a long scar running sown from his eyebrow to his cheekbone. He had the pelt of a brown seal at his feet.He stood frozen, eyes wide as he just stood and watched her, holding his breath. The two of them stood frozen, staring wide eyed at one another, the woman s face slowly growing red before she was able to break out of her trance. Quickly turning her head away, she brought her gaze anywhere but the mans naked form, her heart pounding in her chest. G Gomenasai! I I hadn t seen anyone else on the beach! I I didn t release someone was out here! No wait, was this man human? He resembled a human, but he certainly had features to him the screamed not human . He continued to watch her before speaking, "You aren't...going to take my pelt?" Huh? She looked over at him, then quickly turned away once more, ears burning at the sight of his bare body once again. N No! She felt like she would pass out at any moment. So he wasn t human, was he a Selkie? U Um... Are you.. hungry..? "Starved, actually..." He answered, "The sea bears little bounty this season.." She nodded, pausing for a moment before setting down the fish and the fishing pole. She took a moment to undo the clasp on her cloak, pulling it off and holding it out to the man. Y You must be cold... you can wear this if you want.. She offered, keeping her gaze away from him. He stared at it for a moment before taking it, "Thank you.." He muttered, "But won't you be cold?" She took a quick peek after a moment to make sure he was dressed before looking at him fully, cheeks still flushed. My house isn t too far away, I ll be ok for now, plus Her ears burned hot. I still have more clothes on than you even with the cloak. She said with a slight smile, still embarrassed, but her words came out kind. He made a noise, "I suppose that is a fair statement..." He said, "Very well, lead on, maiden.." She nodded and quickly picked up her things before turning and heading back up the beach with the large man in tow. She had so many questions for him, but at the same time, she remained silent, not wanting to be rude. The house that she led him to was small, and partially consumed by a small hill no, rather the house was built into the side of the hill. Inside a fire was already going, making inside pleasantly warm. It was much more spacious than it looked on the outside, and it was free of much clutter. I ll cook the fish now, please sit and warm yourself. He nodded and moved to the fire, sitting and using his pelt to keep himself covered in her presence. "M...Motochika desu...!" He spoke timidly Nana had been taking the fish off of the hooks they were on when he spoke, surprising her a bit. She turned to look at him, offering a gentle smile. Nana. He blushed softly, "Nana..." He repeated, "How lovely..." Her expression dropped a bit, cheeks flushing as she looked back down at the fish in front of her. Th Thank you.. She said softly, skewering the fish before putting them over the fire to cook. "Did I offend you?" He asked, frowning, "Forgive me, I didn't mean to.." No..! No, that s not it at all! I was just surprised is all! She said, moving to sit at the fire with him, warming her hands. I ve never been told that before.. "What? How rude. Your name is by far the most beautiful I've ever heard!" He said If he continued on this path, Nana s face was going to cook just like the fish in front of her. I It s a pretty common name! She sputtered as she turned the fish over. "Not in the sea.." He replied, "Every maiden has something intricate and long to describe themselves...Nana is simple and beautiful and it suits you very well.." She stared at the crackling fire for a moment, then looked to Motochika. Can you tell me about it...? The sea I mean! "It's beautiful...nothing can possibly compare to how entrancing the sea is. There's so much life and wonder...you could swim for miles and miles and always find something new.." He said wistfully. It sounds amazing.. She agreed, checking on the fish to see if they were cooked through yet. Are there others? Like you I mean. Creatures that aren t human. "Oh yes, we live in whole communities together.." He replied, "We care for each other and protect the area from poachers..!" Isn t it dangerous to live together? How do you keep hunters away? She asked, picking up to sticks and handing one to Motochika, blowing on the freshly cooked fish. "Ah..." He hesitated, "We kill them..." Nana frowned softly, a bit conflicted. She knew that if they didn t do so, more hunters would come back and try to kill them all it must ve been hard. I m sorry people have driven you to such actions. "Thankfully we haven't seen very many as of late, but it is a rather stressful decision to make.." He said before eating his fish. He made a surprised noise, "I've never had cooked fish before! It's so much easier to eat!" You ve never cooked your fish before? She looked at him in surprise. Do you not come on land often? He shook his head, "No, not often...only when I want to see what humans are up to.." She nodded and took a bite of the fish, staring down at the fire. It was weird, but not unpleasant, the fact that she was sharing a meal with a killer, and one not human at that she had to admit though, she didn t mind all that much though. "Ah...you look uncomfortable.." He noted, "I upset you, didn't I...?" Ah, gomen... It s not that I m upset with you, I only wish you didn t have to kill, and that you don t have to be killed either, it makes me sad. She said with a sad smile. "I do what I must.." He said, pulling at his fish, "I'm sorry.." She shook her head. I m not getting mad at you, it s just frustrating, the way the world is. Sometimes I feel like it doesn t have to be this way, and nobody likes it, but at the same time, no ones actually trying to change it. She shook her head again. Sorry, I m rambling would you like more fish? Already she had completely devoured her fish, like she had simply vacuumed it in. He grinned, "Yes, please, I like how it's prepared! You tend the flame well!" Thank you..! She said, handing him another fish, a little embarrassed. My mother taught me. "She taught you splendidly." He said as he finished his first fish and started the new one Thank you. She said and bit into her second fish as well. She let her mind wander what was she going to do about clothes for him? Right now he was only wearing her cloak and using his pelt as an additional cover, but that wouldn t last forever. Did she have the fabric to make him clothes? Should she just go into town to buy some? "Thank you for allowing me to be in your home and share your food." He said, "I am rather grateful. Most people would have stolen my pelt by now." She held her hands up and shook her head. I could never do such a thing..! I m glad to share my home and food with someone! He blushed, "I didn't mean to assume that you would...I am just grateful to be in your presence." Her own cheeks were flushed pink, and she looked down at her lap. I m grateful as well. She said softly. He blushed darkly and finished his fish in one bite, looking away bashfully. After they had eaten, Nana went digging through her fabrics to at least make Motochika some pants to wear until she could get him some other clothes. After taking some rough measurements, seeing as how he didn t have anything but a cloak on, she went to work making his first pair of pants. He watched with mild curiosity, wondering if she really could make him clothes out just these simple things. It took all morning and some, but Nana finished up his first pair of pants nothing fancy, but they looked comfortable. She bit the thread to cut it and held them up to look at them better. These should do for now, I ll have to go into town later and get you some real clothes, but until then, these are just fine. She said and held them out for him. Go ahead, try them on. He nodded and took them before handing her cloak back and tugging on the pants. He felt odd wearing clothes, but it was something he had to get used to if he wanted to stay on land. "Arigatou, they fit wonderfully." He smiled. Nana had to quickly avert her eyes when he suddenly stripped down and put on his trousers, but was glad the pants fit. G Good! I m glad! She nodded. Oh, I should probably make you some shoes as well..! "Shoes?" He looked confused, "What are shoes?" Nana lifted up the hem of her dress slightly to expose her feet, soft cloth shoes covering her feet. They protect your feet, I wear mine with tabi and I weave grass together to make the sandal. She said, taking off one shoe and holding it out to show him. Men usually wear just the sandal part out here though. He took it and examined it carefully. "Why are yours so small? Will these fit me?" Nana blushed and shook her head. No, no, I don t think these would fit you at all, I d have to make a pair for you that would... As to why they re so small.. I I guess my feet are just that small..? "You are rather petite.." He said, "I don't mean to offend you! A lot of the women I know are just a lot taller...!" No, no offense taken! My mother was a petite woman too, so it only makes sense I m the same I guess. She explained. "I like it.." He said, "Like I could have you on my back if I wanted." He grinned from ear to ear at the thought. The thought was a little embarrassing, but at the same time, endearing. I I couldn t ride on your back..! "Sure you could! I'm powerful strong!" He said, "You would be fine!" I m not doubting your physical powers I just don t see a reason to do such a thing..! Her ears burned hot, heart pounding at the thought of resting against his wide, muscular back so casually. "In case you wanted to see the ocean...! I would gladly help!" He grinned. Oh. She blinked, surprised he would do such a thing. You would do that? Would that be ok? He nodded, "Mhm! It would be fine! It's just swimmin'." He said, delight in his tone Ah, I m not much of a strong swimmer. She admitted bashfully, rubbing the back of her neck. "That's why you'll ride on me back, silly." He grinned again. Then it sounds fun. She smiled back. Whenever you d like! "Perhaps when it warms up." He nodded, "I wouldn't want you to catch yoir death." It is a bit chilly today. She agreed. Is there anything you d like to do then? "What do humans usually do?" He asked, "I don't usually spend a whole lot of time on land." Well... Let s see, besides doing the daily chores, we could go into the nearby town and look at what the market has to offer. She said, thinking of what they could do. "Do you need help with chores? We could go to the market after?" He asked, "At least until I have to return to the sea." The only thing she had left in terms of chores was laundry, and there was no way she was having him clean her clothes. We can head into town for today! She said and stood. He nodded, "I would love that immensely." He replied, reaching for his pelt. Oh, you can wear my cloak still if you want! I have a some mits I can wear! She said and moved to get her mits from her wardrobe. "But what of your arms? Your shoulders? You'll be cold...! I'll be alright." He said and draped his pelt over his shoulders. Well... I guess that ok, but if you start to get cold, we can share it. She said with a smile. Take turns. He tried not to blush, nodding slightly, "S Sounds good." Nana took Motochika into town, where it was far more busy than the small village that skirted it. There were many stalls with food and other goods, almost too much to take in. "God.." Motochika muttered, "There's so many humans here.." There are, since there s a city like this so close, a lot of the people from neighboring villages like mine come here for food and cloth for clothing. She said, not minding the large crowd at all. "I see..." He muttered, holding his pelt tighter around his shoulders, "I wish no disrespect, but can we make this quick?" Of course! Let me just buy some more fabric and we can leave, you can pick something out too if you d like! She said as they walked through the market to the booth that sold fabric. "Oh no, it's alright, I don't need anything." He said, "Thank you, though, that's very kind of you." Nana didn t take long getting a couple sheets of fabric, then returning to Motochika. Alright, that s all I need for now, ready? He nodded, "Hai, let us make haste. I do not like all these eyes on me." He said, keeping his gaze solely on her. She nodded, moving down the road with him in silence. After a moment of walking, he felt something a hand take his. Nana held his hand firmly but gently, blushing lightly. Sorry... You just looked kinda freaked out.. My mom would hold my hand when I got scared too... It always made me feel better.. His face lit up brightly and he looked at their hands before he gently squeezed hers, "Thank you...I do feel much better." He said and offered a gentle smile. Nana couldn t help but smile too. Do you want to wear the cloak for a bit? I don t want you getting sick either. He shook his head, "I'll be alright. The ocean is much colder than this." He assured. Are you not bothered to the cold? She asked, keeping a firm hold on his hand it was big and warm, nearly swallowing up her entire hand. He shook his head, "No, my pelt is rather warm. I'm not bothered at all." Oh, ok. She nodded and turned her attention back to the road ahead of them. "I'm used to how icy the ocean is so this isn't troublesome." He smiled, squeezing her hand. Is it really that warm? It looks so thin. She pointed out. N Not that I m saying that s a bad thing, I don t mean to be insulting, I m just curious! He instinctively reached for his pelt to offer it but suddenly stopped just over. "Can I trust you...?" Nana was taken by surprise at his sudden question. Huh? She looked up at him, not noticing his hand hesitating over his pelt. I I think so? I mean, I try not to tell lies, and I haven t stolen anything since I was a child.. She was so painfully sincere it was almost embarrassing. He gave a slow nod before carefully handing his pelt to her. It was thick and soft but thankfully not to heavy which was odd considering the length and thickness of the hide. Nana blushed as she held the pelt, being gentle as if it were a living thing. It s soft.. She whispered without realizing, carefully hugging the warm fur to herself. She looked calm, tired almost as she held it close to herself it smelled of the sea, and calmed her, making her want to curl up and sleep. "Thank you.." Motochika responded, "It's from all the fatty fish...good for the coat." He smiled Nana smiled back up at him, gentle and warm. It s beautiful. He blushed and sputtered, "Oh, uh, well, thank you, I like to believe I maintain it well enough." You take really good care of it, I can tell. She nodded, still smiling. Thank you for letting me hold it. She said, then actually offered it back. You must be getting cold, here, you don t want to catch your death. He looked a little taken aback before pulling his pelt back over his shoulders, "Thank you.." She nodded, enjoying the walk back with him.The next few days that passed were slow, but enjoyable. Nana showed Motochika what she usually did except for when she washed her undergarments, then she sent him off to do other things until she was done harvesting the vegetables from her garden, going fishing, even just making trinkets out of woven grass. She showed him how to use a grass whistle, how to look for potatoes and roots, even how to prepare them to eat. He was finding the life of a human rather enjoyable and pleasant he would dorn his pelt when she needed help fishing coming back with mouthfuls of fish for her before he would remove his pelt again. Nana found it rather funny when he surfaced in the water with fish flapping against his face, nearly doubling over laughing.In return for him showing her how he fished, she taught him how to use a fishing pole, teaching him all the little tricks there was to fishing like when the best time to fish was early in the morning, and where the best spots where.She made him a few more garments to wear, and even finished a pair of sandals for him. "These feel funny.." He muttered, "Are they supposed to feel funny?" Mm, they can be a little uncomfortable until you break them in, it ll just take a little time, are they too tight? Too loose? Nana asked as she helped him with his sandals. "No, they fit well, I'm just used to it, I suppose.." He said amusedly New things can be a little strange at first, don t push yourself. She said with a smile. He nodded, blushing softly, "H Hai...I may need some guidance.." Nana laughed soft and stood, offering him a hand. Walking shouldn t be too different than normal. He nodded and took her hand, standing and lifting both feet one by one to examine the shoes. Try them out, they ll make it so if there s any sharp rocks or thorns, they ll protect your feet! She said, slowly leading him down the small pathway. He walked with her, picking up his feet as he went, "This is so odd." He said but he was laughing all the while, "It's so strange!" Nana laughed the entire way, covering her mouth. Sorry, sorry, you just look silly..! "I feel silly!" He laughed boisterously, "God, they're so odd!" Do you want to take them off? She asked, wiping away a tear from laughing so much. "For now.." He replied, catching his breath from the giggles, "Thank you, I appreciate it nonetheless." She shook her head, not being able to help but smile. It s no problem, really..! "Any other exciting things on the agenda today?" He asked, "I would love to help." Mm, not really. She said, shaking her head after thinking for a moment. Is there anything you d like to do? "Being here with you is plenty fine for me." He said before his whole face lit up, "I mean, like just talking and things with you is enough!" Her own cheeks flushed and she looked away quickly. I It s fine..! To be honest, I ve been enjoying your company too..! "R Really?" He sputtered, "I I'm flattered...! I have had a lot of fun learning how humans work with you..!" Her heart jumped in her chest and pounded against her rib cage he was so cute. I m glad I could help you..! He fidgetted and cleared his throat, "Anyway, uh...I was going to go swimming...my skin is starting to dry." He gave a sheepish laugh, "I'll be right back, ok?" Nana gave a nod, finding a good spot to sit on the side of the path along the beach. Take your time! Today s nice and warm, I ll just enjoy the sun for now. He nodded and headed off to the sea, tossing off his clothes and diving in. Nana looked away when he started to strip down, leaving all of his clothes and his shoes in a pile on the sand even his pelt. As he swam and enjoyed the sea, a group of fishermen were making their way down the path to theor usual spot. Which was where Nana was sitting. Nana had moved a bit to sit beside Motochika s clothes, even having folded them and carefully placed his pelt on top, enjoying the cool breeze of the sea. "Hey, look..." One whispered to the others and pointed to Nana, "She has a Selkie pelt.""What? Is it hers?""Dunno. But still. A Selkie would be beneficial for us.""Should we take it?""Yeah, let's go get it." Nana sat enjoying the view of the sea, not seeing Motochika at all, but not worrying too much about him. She didn t hear the men approaching until they were right behind her, making her jump a little. Oh! I didn t see you there! She said, giving a small wave. "That pelt." One stated, "We want it.""Habd it over or die.""We ain't afraid to hurt you." Nana felt a cold jolt go through her and she instinctively put her hand on the pelt, offering a forced smile. Th That s not really a funny joke... She said, clearly uncomfortable. "We mean it.""Hand it over, woman." Nana gripped the pelt tightly, pulling it close to her chest. No, please go away, this doesn t belong to you. She said quietly, holding onto the pelt tightly. They moved and grabbed the pelt two of them trying to pull it from her while the other tried pulling her away from the pelt itself. No! Let go! Nana held onto the pelt as tightly as she could, trying to keep it against her chest. She struggled and kicked, fighting hard not to lose something so important. "Let go!" One tried smashing her fingers while the one pulling at her put his arm around her neck. Nana bit back her cries of pain as he stomped on her hand, unable to really scream or breath since the man holding her was choking her, but she still refused to let go. Without thinking, she bit the mans arm, teeth breaking his skin. He cried out and threw her to the ground, kicking her as hard as he could as they still struggled to get the pelt from her. Motochika had heard the cry even over the roaring sea and hurried to shore, wondering what was happening. Nana grunted and gritted her teeth, being kicked in the ribs and face over and over. She couldn t protect her face, that would mean she would have to let go of the pelt, so it was only natural that after a kick or two to the head did she start to taste blood. After what felt like forever, the man had stopped kicking, and the other two had released the pelt. Motochika stood with one man dead at his feet, his neck snapped and his head twisted with inhuman force."D Don't kill us...! We're sorry!""Sorry?Pigs like you don't deserve mercy." Motochika hissed. Nana was gasping from both fear of actually being killed, and from the pain, slowly pulling the pelt against her chest and curling up around it, as if to shield it. M Motochika, dont.. Her voice came out weakly, speech slurred slight from her busted lip. Just let them go.. Her face was a mess, eye swollen halfway shut, lip split, and her nose gushing blood. He glanced at her, for once his glassy dead eye looked terrifying. His expression softened slightly before twisting into a scowl, "Fine. Get out of here." He ordered. The fisherman bolted from the beach for their lives and Motochika moved to Nana, "Are you ok?" Nana did her best to smile at Motochika, wheezing a bit. I I think so... She slowly brought the pelt away from herself, offering it to Motochika. I m sorry, I think I got some blood on it.. He frowned and gently took it, "I don't care if you got blood on it, it can be cleaned...I'm more worried about you.." She shook her head and slowly tried to get up, but only made it into a sitting position, wincing and holding her ribs. I I m ok...! Really..! "You idiot..." He muttered, "You should have let them have it...! You wouldn't be this hurt!" She blinked, looking up at him. But, then they would ve taken your pelt..! They would ve done horrible things to you..! "I don't care. I don't care! They could have killed you!" He told her, "What would I have done then?!" Hot tears dripped down Nana s bruised cheeks as she stared in shock at Motochika. I I... Gomenasai... She said quietly. Gomenasai...! He pulled her close and held her, tight and securely, "You idiot...you pure bafoon." Nana didn t push him away, even though he crouched before her stark naked. I m sorry, I couldn t just let them do that... I couldn t let them do horrible things to you..! "Why? I'm not that important, I'm not even human...!" He told her. You re important to me..! She protested against his chest, hugging close to him even though it hurt her ribs. You re kind, and you re funny..! That s all that matters! I don t care about the rest..! "You're important to me too!" He argued, "Don't do such stupid things like that!" It wasn t stupid! I d do it again if it meant I got to stay with you! She argued back. He blushed softly, "I I wouldn't let that happen.." You have to promise then! She sniffed, looking up at him. Promise nothing will happen to you...! His expression softened, "I promise.." He swore gently, "I promise nothing will happen to me, Nana.." Her shoulders relaxed a little, her smile gentle. Good... Can you help me home...? I feel a little dizzy.. He nodded and easily picked her up, carrying her and his pelt back to the house. M Motochika.. Nana spoke up, face flushed slightly. You forgot your clothes on the beach.. He almost tripped, blushing heavily, "I'll go back for them, don't worry. Let's just get you home.' She nodded, not arguing with him, her head hurt and was spinning too much for her to care much. He brought her inside and gently set her in one of the chairs, covering up with his pelt, "I'll be right back." Nana nodded, keeping her eyes away from his naked body as he left to retrieve his clothes from the beach. She carefully touched her bloody and bruised face, wincing a bit at how tender it was. When he came back, he was dressed and immediately grabbing the first aid to treat her wounds, "Are your hands ok..?" They hurt, but I can move my fingers. She said, able to wiggle her fingers a little, but not without a small wince. "We should get some ice on them.." He said, "I'm sorry I let this happen.." I can t use any kind of magics. Nana said, shaking her head. "That has nothing to do with anything..." He said, "We can soak your hands in cold water,at least. It will reduce swelling. After that, you should get in the bath, ease any pain you have." Nana felt like an idiot, of course, why was her mind on magic when they had cold sea water not to far off. Yeah.. I ll start a fire to warm the bath water a little.. "I'll do it, you relax. Ok?" He said and kept her firmly seated, "You've done enough and you've earned a lot of rest." She nodded and only moved to her bead to lay down, letting out a soft groan of pain as she did. Do you think they re broken..? She asked. My ribs hurt so bad.. "We may have to go to a healer if the bath doesn't help..." He told her, "I hope that's ok?" Nana gave a sad smile. I don t think I have the money for that.. She admitted. I ll be ok, it only hurts to move..! A And breathe... "We'll go to a healer, I can trade some things for coin.." He said and moved to heat the bath. Nana nodded and laid where she was, listening to Motochika as he started a fire for the bath behind the paper divider. He came back when the fire was steady enough and he helped her to the tub, "If you need me, don't hesitate to shout. I'll find some things to take to pay for a healer.." She nodded and waited until he had left her little bathing area to slowly undress and move into the shallow tub. The water stung her bruises, but felt good at the same time. She took her time carefully washing her face, hands trembling a bit from the pain. Motochika was digging through some of the things he had brought from the sea rare shells and bits of ore he had found, precious rocks and stones. Anything that might bring in coin. His attention was brought away from his treasures when he heard the wooden water bucket clatter to the floor in the bathing area had Nana fallen? He became very alarmed and hurried to the bath, "Nana?! Nana, are you ok?!" He asked in a panic. Motochika hadn t even realized he had rounded the corner of the bathing curtain until he saw Nana with his own eye. She had paused reaching over the tub to grab the bucket that had slipped out of her hands, glancing back when she saw Motochika, face immediately turning red. She abandon the bucket all together, quickly turning away to hide her chest, turning her back to him, her awfully mangled and burned back. His eye widened slowly, "N Nana, your back...did they do that to you?" He asked, moving closer. No, they were old, faded. "What happened...?" Nana sat unmoving in the bath, still clutching her arms to her chest. O Oh... Those are old.. She said, embarrassed he was seeing her in the bath.The burns indeed were old, but they had been severe enough to mangle the flesh terribly, even after years of healing. The burns covered the entirety of her back, but worst of all was a cross shaped burn that stood out clearly against it all. It was centered with her spine, between her shoulder blades what had happened to her? He hesitantly moved closer, "I can see that now...who did this to you? Why was this done...?" She didn t move away, only hung her head a bit. Witch hunters. She said softly. About ten years ago, they came and rounded all the women of the village up, they said they had to make sure we weren t hiding any witches. She reached over her shoulder to touch the lumpy, discolored flesh. Everyone either got the same or worse, no matter what was said. They had to be sure had to purge the evil, they said. He gently reached out and ghosted his fingers over the burns and scars, "I'm so sorry this was done to you..." Nana stiffened slightly, but quickly relaxed, sitting still and letting him touch her back. It s ok, they don t hurt anymore, they re just ugly. "All of you is beautiful, Nana...no matter what ignorant humans want to believe. You're like a pearl that grew in a dark trench shining and lovely and unique." He told her, "I really love that about you..." Nana felt hot tears burning down her bruised face, dripping into the warm bath water as she stared down at it. My skin hardly looks like skin anymore... How could that at all be beautiful..? She whispered, trembling slightly as she held back more tears. "Because the woman inside said skin has the most beautiful personality I have ever known. She puts others before herself, and wants everyone to be happy and always wear a smile. She has made me feel very welcome on land where I would rather feel safer in the sea. She nearly gave her life to protect me from selfish fishermen. And I love her very deeply for these things.." He told her softly He could see her ears had turned red and she hiccuped, wiping her tears away with the backs of her hands. I love you too.. She said softly. He hugged her gently to his chest and gave a small laugh, "I'm sorry if this is awkward.." He said with a playful tone. Nana shook her head again, resting her head against his chest, not caring that her hair made his clothes wet. It feels nice.. She said softly. "How else can I do to make you feel nice, Nana...?" He asked gently, "I owe you so much for what you've done for me..." She turned her head a bit to look up at him, cheeks flushed a deep red as she looked at him. K Kiss.. Tumbled out of her mouth without even realizing it. He blushed and gently cupped her cheek before kissing her gently. His lips were chapped from the salty sea, rough like he was. It suited him. Nana s lips were full and soft, hot where her lip was split, but nice feeling regardless. She kissed him back, and her kiss was as gentle as she was, putting her injured hands on his chest as she turned to face him fully. He held her gently, his hands moving down her back slowly to gently rest over the curve of her hips. He didn't care if she got his clothes wet either, they could be dried easily. She pulled away slightly to breath, then kissed him once again, holding tight to Motochika as she did so. Her heart pounded in her chest, making a soft noise of delight as she kissed him. He made a low noise and held her firmly, hoping he wasn't putting any unwanted pressure on her ribs. He heated the kiss only a little, of course he was a little nervous himself. Nana felt a heat spread down her stomach and into her lower regions, making her legs tremble slightly as she followed his lead, and deepened the kiss as well. He almost crawled into the bath with her just to be closer to her, gently nipping her lower lip and asking for permission. Nana parted her lips to allow him into her mouth, a soft moan escaping her, the heat in her nethers only growing more intense. It felt good, having him almost on top of her, kissing her like he was, rough hands on her body. He pulled away, breathing a little labored from his excitement, "W We should get you to the healer, check out these bruises.." She nodded, face flushed as she tried to catch her breath. Y Yeah.. "Do you want help at all?" He flushed darkly, "I'm sorry I just barged in...!" I It s ok! I just need help finding out my hair... She admitted. It hurts when I lift the bucket over my head. "I'll help.." He offered and grabbed the bucket, "You fill, I'll pour.." He said. She nodded, taking the bucket and filling it in the tub before her before handing it out to Motochika, still a little embarrassed, but at the same time, it made her heart flutter to know he was looking at her. He gently poured the water over her hair, brushing any back to keep the water from her eyes, "This is very new and very exciting. I've never manually taken a bath before. I usually let the ocean do it." He grinned. Nana looked up at him, water dripping from the ends of her hair. Really? I haven t really thought about it, but I guess I figured you didn t really need to bath, being in water all the time. He grinned, "Sometimes if I don't like smelling like the sea, I find fresh water springs and rivers to bath in. I know I good spot with a waterfall surprisingly not far from here." We ll have to go there soon then. She said with a soft smile as she filled the bucket again and handed it back. He nodded, "It's a date." He said as he rinsed her hair gently, "Was that the right word?" Date. She had never experienced such a thing. She gave a numb nod. A date, mmhm. She smiled again, even though it hurt to do so. He set the bucket aside and hugged her shoulders gently, "When you're ready, we'll go." She nodded and left the bath to dry off before changing into clean clothes while Motochika doused the fire. She made sure her hair was mostly dry before wrapping her cloak around her, waiting for Motochika by the door. He left his pelt in a safe place, grabbing the cloak Nana had worked very hard to make him and pulling it over his shoulders. He held a small bag of trinkets that he planned to sell and moved to her, "Shall we?" She took his arm and nodded, following after him at a decent pace as they headed back toward the city. He shot the breeze with her as they went, keeping her spirits up as they walked. He kept her arm secure around his and placed his hand over hers for added comfort and moral support. Megohime kept track of the days by carving tally marks into the wall behind the bed, and so far she had been there eleven days, eleven miserable days were she did nothing but sit alone for hours on end, only to have the man named Kojurou entered at the exact same time every day to feed her and occasionally change the linens. She felt like she was going to go crazy if she sat there another day by herself. "You know, you can ask to come out and look around." Kojurou said one day, "We don't bite." Megohime peered over the bed at him as he replaced the pillow covers. Masamune told me differently, he said unless I helped him, I d be stuck here until I died. She said flatly. "Not in this room." He said amusedly, "If I recall, he said the curse kept you from going farther than 50 meters. That's plenty of ground and area to explore the gardens." Oh yes, forgive me for not going down and perusing the library of my captors. She said bitterly. "I assume you like to read? We have many books the Date have collected over the years. Dating back centuries." He said, "But if you rather stay here, that's fine too." You d have to be there. She muttered. Make sure he doesn t try anything like he did before. She got flustered just thinking about the kiss. "Do you wabt company?" Kojurou asked, "I can go with you if you wish?" Are you listening? That s what I just said. She muttered, standing up. Just keep him away from me. "Merely a formality." Kojurou said before heading out of the room with her, "Right this way, Megohime dono." Megohime followed cautiously, keeping an eye out for Masamune the entire time, staying close to Kojurou as he led her around the house. "He is in his alchemy room practicing his spells and potions. You're safe." He assured her, "He wouldn't risk harming you anyway." He already has, but that s not what I m worried about.. she muttered, rubbing her healing shoulder with a scowl. "What are you worried about then? That he'll add another curse?" He asked, "He won't. He isn't stupid, though I do wonder sometimes." Her cheeks flushed and she touched her lips, which tingled at the mere thought of the kiss. He kissed me. She muttered. "Ah, so that's how he got it on. How rude of him." He said, "To invade your boundaries so carelessly." She flushed more, steam nearly coming from her head. Don t word it in such a way that makes it seem like he did more! She sputtered. "My apologies." He said with a small smile before opening the door to a rather large library. Books filled shelves wall to wall, reaching all the way to the ceiling. "Please take as long as you desire." Megohime mumbled as she entered, trying to calm her racing heart, completely embarrassed even then by the ordeal. Thank you.. She muttered. He nodded and stood by the door, "I will stay right here and keep Masamune from coming in here to bother you." Megohime gave a nod in thanks and moved to the rows and rows of books, skimming through some before pulling them off the shelf to read. Kojurou watched her quietly before he he started to what appeared to be preening. He made sure his coat and trousers had nary a wrinkle in them and checked his boota to make sure they were clean. Megohime paid him no mind, instantly lost in the book she had in her hands, sitting amongst the shelves of books, on the floor and out of sight. There was a sudden pounding on the door, "Kojurou!! Open the door!!" Masamune yelled Megohime jumped, nearly ripping the page out of her book as she did so, huffing angrily. He s so miserable. "Misery loves company.." Kojurou replied before turning to peek out the door, "She asked me to refuse you entry. Forgive me, Masamune sama.""Let me in, I want to talk to her!""I cannot." Megohime his behind her book, peering over the edge. What does he want? She muttered to Kojurou. "He wishes to talk to you." Kojurou replied, "Should I continue to deny him entry?" Megohime made a face, petting the cover of her book. You can let him in, thank you. She finally agreed. Kojurou opened the door as he stepped aside, letting Masamune enter in a huff, "Thank you for telling me you finally decided to come out of your room." You never said I had to inform you of anything, and even if you did, I wouldn t. She said simply. He crossed his arms tightly, "You're in my home, I would like to know where you are at all times." Seeing as how Ican t leave, probably any place you re not, and somewhere in this home. She said with a snarky sneer, almost like she enjoyed poking at him when he was upset. "Ha ha, you're a real jester, aren't you?" He huffed, "Do you know how to break my curse yet?" What? No, I don t even know what kind of curse you have, but hopefully one that kills you when you pester and kidnap people. She said, returning her attention to the book. He put his index and middle finger to his neck and looked around for a couple seconds before pulling them back, "Unfortunately for you, I'm still kickin'." Yeah, that s pretty apparent on how your gums keep flapping. She muttered, trying to bury her nose in the book. "When are you gonna lift my curse? You can't leave until you do." He said. I don t even know what curse you have, let alone how to lift it. She muttered into her book. "It's a were curse." He answered, "I thought that was obvious." It s not that simple, not all were curses are the same, and plus, I don t know who cursed you. All curses are unique, I thoughtyouwould know that. She huffed and closed her book, standing up. Fine, I ll do it. "Listen here, if you don't lift my curse, I'll wait, what?" Masamune looked taken aback. Megohime stared up at him. I said I d do it, I want to leave, so I ll help you. She repeated. "Oh...well...good! I appreciate the cooperation!" He said, nodding firmly. I ll need materials though, and a large clear area. She said, putting the book back on the shelf. "My alchemy lab has a ton of materials." He said, "Just let me know what you need." Salt, chalk, a bowl and a knife. She said, the rest I can provide. She said. Masamune was gone in an instant and Kojurou made a noise, "Can you really lift the curse?" Megohime made a noise, frowning softly and shaking her head. I don t know, I have to see this curse first... Then I ll be able to tell.. He nodded, "We can move to the enchanting room, it's the largest room in the castle." She nodded and followed Kojurou down to the enchanting room, waiting with him for Masamune to bring the things she would need to try and break his curse. Masamune came down after a bit with what she asked for, trying to contain his excitement. He genuinely couldn't wait to have his curse removed. Megohime went to work, kneeling on the ground and using the chalk to draw a large circle first. Once she was done drawing out the rune on the floor, she took the salt, lining the chalk in certain places before standing and turning to Masamune. Stand in the center, and don t step on the lines. She said, moving to take the bowl and the knife. And take off your vest and shirt. He tossed off his vest and shirt without a second thought. He was rather muscular, all things considered. He was careful not to step on the lines in her circle before moving to stand in the center. Megohime blushed when he so readily tossed away his clothes, taking a moment to collect herself before clearing her throat. She rolled up one sleeve, revealing an arm covered in scars before cutting into her flesh. She collected the blood in the bowl, filling it about halfway before she set the bowl aside and tore a few strips of cloth from the skirt of her dress to wrap up her arm. After she was done, she took the bowl again and moved to Masamune, minding the salt and chalk lines as she did so.She dipped her finger in the bowl and started to draw symbols on Masamune s chest and stomach, cheeks flushed and eyes focused on her task as she did so, moving to write on his back with blood as well. She chanted softly under her breath as she worked, covering the entirety of his back with symbols written in her blood. Even his back is muscular.. She thought to herself. I ll need you to take off your eyepatch and move your hair.. She muttered as she moved to face him again. He nodded and untied his eyepatch, the rune holding his curse glowing in his eye. He pulled his hair up with a ribbon and glanced back at her, "Anything else?" She shook her head. Just stay as still as you can. She said, reaching up to paint her blood under his cursed eye. Once she was done, she moved out of the circle and set the bowl aside, kneeling before the salt and chalk circle and starting a soft chant, placing her hands just outside. Nothing seemed to happen at first, then the blood on Masamune began to glow like the curse on his eye. He stood very still, watching her intently as she worked. Kojurou watched curiously, never having seen a witch in action before. Megohime closed her eyes, her chants sounding like they were echoing from every direction in the room now, which had grown unnaturally dark, like they had been cut off from the world itself, the lines at Masamune s feet glowing. Her chanting seemed to grow louder, Masamune feeling dizzy and hot, and then there was a loud crack in the room, sending both Masamune and Megohime tumbling backward. Megohime cried out as she tumbled back, the ground scorched and the circle destroyed, the ceremony interrupted. What..? Megohime slowly collected herself, sitting up and rubbing her head. What the hell? She stared in disbelief, not moving an inch. "G...Goddammit..." Masamune was breathing heavily, small spittles of fire coming out with each breath, "Why...? Why won't it work...?" Megohime didn t understand, this wasn t like any curse she had ever seen, just what was going on her? How old is that curse? She sounded scared. Because to me, it looks like you pissed off one really strong black witch. "Since he was a boy," Kojurou answered, "you are correct, he really pissed off a black witch." Megohime stared at Masamune, heart thumping in her chest. Tell me about it about everything. "I was a pretty cocky little punk back in the day." Masamune said after he caught his breath, "I figured a wizard would be way stronger than a black witch because instead of focusing on one type of magic, we focus on all types of magic. So I challenged her to a duel if I won she would show me her most powerful spell. And if she won, she could do what she wanted. I lost." You re an idiot. Megohime hissed, standing up and dusting herself off. A complete and utter bafoon. She almost sounded angry rather than scared now, but she didn t leave the room. Fine, I ll finish what I started, I ll remove your curse. "You can leave after, your home will be rebuilt by then." He stated, "And...thanks..." Megohime stared at him for a moment before looking away. I ll need to take time to do some research before I want to try that again... Do you remember the witch s name? She asked. "Iisaka..." He mutteree, "Iisaka no Tsubone." Megohime made a face, the name wasn t familiar, but then again, it wasn t uncommon for witches to not know other witches, they didn t exactly keep a registry of all of the local witches. She sighed softly. Ok, I ll see what I can do, but I ll need time. She said. "You have it.." Masamune replied and pulled back on his shirt and vest. Megohime gave a nod. I ll need to use your library, Kojurou said you ve collected decades of knowledge on witches, correct? "Everything dating back to the first discovery of magic." He answered. Megohime nodded. Good, it ll be a start. I don t know her magic, but I m sure I can unravel it. Hopefully. "Yukimura...!" Akihime called, trying to light the stove but coming up unsuccessful, "Yuki, I can't get the stove on!" Yukimura looked over his shoulder from stacking the firewood they d be using that night, having just chopped it. Oh, let me help with that! He said, moving over. It only took a single snap for him, and just like that, the stove was lit. There, that should do it! "Ah, thank you so much." She smiled brightly, "Perhaps I should leave the cooking to you from now on...!" Yukimura looked embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. I nearly burnt down the kitchen the last time I tried to cook. She waved her hand dismissively, "So did I, remember ? It takes practice." She said, "I was thinking about making a stew tonight since it was going to be cold...and Daisuke has a cold, I was going to put a potion in his serving..." She said thoughtfully. I chopped more than enough wood to keep the house warm for the night... But it looks like snow. Yukimura said, warming his hands at the stove. "I need to finish the quilts..." She muttered. They were almost like a married couple, though the idea sent them both into a storm of sputters and denials. I can watch dinner, I m sure if you re not too far off, nothing too bad will happen..! He said with a shy grin. She blushed and nodded, "Thanks...it shouldn't take too long, I just need to finish the last two..." Yukimura gave a firm nod and turned to the stove, watching the large pot intensely, he wasn t going to let anything boil over and burn again on his watch. She smiled affectionately before heading off to finish the last of the quilts for the children. Magic embued thread made crafting much easier for her, blessing each blanket so they would protect the children from the cold and sickness. She hummed softly and glanced to her dresser would she have time to finish the one she made for Yukimura? Yukimura stirred occasionally as Akihime had instructed him to do with his wooden spoon, sweat beading on his brow already. Cooking was surely not something that came easy to him, but neither was magic, so he had to make do. "You're doing so well, Yuki.." Akihime's voice sounded behind him, "It looks just about ready!" Yukimura just about jumped out of his skin, nearly dropping his wooden spoon as he spun around to face Akihime. A Akihime! He let out a soft breath. You scared me..! She giggled behind her hand, her other holding something behind her back, "Gomen ne, you looked really focused, I felt bad for disrupting you.." Yukimura blinked, blushing a bit. O Oh.. I just wanted to make sure I didn t burn it.. He admitted. "Thank you, Yuki, I appreciate it. I wanted to wait to give this to you but I was really excited and couldn't help myself.." She said before pulling a large handmade blanket as red as fire with six coins stitched on, "Ta da...! I've been saving up since spring to get fabric made with fire rat hair to make it flame resistant! That and it'll keep you nice and toasty during winter!" Yukimura set down the wooden spoon and took the blanket gratefully, smiling. It looks very warm, thank you, Akihime. He said, holding it close to himself. Sorry I burn the other blankets you make for me. He said, his smile growing a little guilty sometimes while he slept, Yukimura couldn t help it when fire flickered over his body, setting his bed sheets on fire. She gave a dismissive wave, "It's alright! That's why I made one that wouldn't burn up safety in mind " She smiled, "I'm glad you like it, I was so worried you would be offended.." The word burned brought him back to dinner, which was still cooking on the stove. The stew! He quickly turned, extinguishing the flames and checking to make sure he hadn t burned the food, still holding the blanket close. She laughed and moved to check it, "Hm well, only a little burned at the bottom but that's ok!" Yukimura hung his head in defeat. Gomenasai, Akihime, I should ve paid better attention to the food..! She kissed his cheek gently and smiled, blushing softly, "You're fine...I was the one that distracted you.." Yukimura s cheeks flushed and the candles in the room flickered. I I, w we should call the children in for dinner..! "Hai. I'll put your blanket in your room and call them in." She said, taking the blanket from him and folding it up gently as she headed out. Yukimura s face was flush as he started to set the table for the children, himself, and Akihime. He poured each bowl full of stew, and even tore up a large roll the baker had given to them, giving everyone a piece of the slightly stale bread. The kids all rushed in, squealing and laughing excitedly as they all sat at the huge table. Akihime came back and grabbed Daisuke's share to bring to him since he was getting sick, "Tell Otou sama thank you for cooking dinner tonight!" She called."Arigatou, Otou sama!" The children cheered, turning their attention to Yukimura. Yukimura smiled softly, shaking his head. Okaa sama made it, I only watched it briefly... And burned it. He admitted with a defeated look as he sat down to eat. "Burned?""It doesn't look burned.""It smells great, Otou sama!"Akihime came back and took her place beside Yukimura."Let us thank the humble earth for providing our supper tonight." She said and they all bowed their heads with their fingers laced together."Blessed be!" They all chimed before digging in.Motochika cuddled with Nana by the fire as he planted affectionate kisses along her shoulders slowly, his fingers laced gently with hers. Yukimura was still a bit embarrassed about burning the dinner, but bowed his head and prayed with everyone else, digging in once they had finished. Akihime s cooking was always wonderful, filling empty bellies and warming their cold bodies. They didn t have much, but he was grateful for what they had.Nana s cheeks were flushed as he kissed her, holding his hand gently, then turning over so she faced him. She pet his cheek with her other hand, then kissed him softly just a simple kiss, but a warm one. He kissed back and held her close, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Nana made a soft noise, leaning against Motochika as they kissed again, Nana deepening the kiss as she closed her eyes, then pulled back for a moment. Is this ok..? What I m doing..? Is it ok with you..? He nodded, "Aye, it's fine...keep going.." He said softly before kissing her deeply again. Nana felt her heart pound in her chest, excited at the thought of being close with Motochika again. She cupped his cheek and kissed back, moving so she was a bit more on top of him. His hands roamed her body slowly as he held the kiss, not going any farther than gentle caressing. Nana s kisses slowly progressed more and more needy, holding him close, rubbing herself against his leg slightly. He could tell she was excited, trembling slightly against him, soft noises coming from her as she kissed him. "Do you...want to move to the bed instead...?" He asked against her lips. Nana nodded, sitting back to catch her breath, her robes slightly undone and wrinkled. He lifted her up easily and carried her to the bed where he laid her down gently amd kissed her again, reaching to remove her robe. Nana allowed him full access to herself, her hands caressing his face and combing her fingers through his hair. She stopped after a moment, needing to catch her breath once again. I I want to make you feel good too.. She said softly. He blushed heavily, "Y You don't have to, Nana.." Nana sat up a bit, her robes sliding off her shoulders a bit. I want to. She said gently. Please? He blushed more and nodded, sitting back to give her room, "O Ok.." Her face was flushed red as she reached out to touch him, moving aside the robes she had made for him, slowly shifting closer as she touched his nipple. She caressed him gently, carefully untying the sash around his waist and helping him out of his clothes for the most part, not caring if they were completely undressed or not. He was half hard and clearly embarrassed. He hadn't really been with a woman before, let alone a human one. "You don't have to feel rushed or pressured...i if you want to stop we can." She pulled her hand away, face a deep red. I I just... Don t exactly know how to touch a man.. She admitted softly. I ve never been with anyone before.. "Neither have I, so I guess we'll both flounder for a bit." He said amusedly. She gave a nod. I I... How should I touch you..? She asked, stealing a glance up at him. He blushed and took her hand, guiding it over his length and helping her stroke him gently, "J Just like this...n nothing special, really.." Nana gently wrapped her fingers around his length, holding him carefully, and stroking him like she was shown. L Like this..? She asked. He shivered and nodded, "Y Yeah, like that... " Nana made sure to not hold him too tightly, but not too loose either, staying at the steady pace he had showed her. Did it really feel good, what she was doing? She glanced up at his expression, gently touching the head of his cock as well. What about this..? His hips jerked and he moaned lowly, toes curling, "Th That feels good, too.." She nodded and continued, touching the head of his cock every so often as she stroked him. She was wet herself, watching his expressions and hearing the soft grunts he made excited her and she didn t know why, but she wanted to hear more from him. She wanted him to feel good, even if she didn t know how. Should I do more..? She asked curiously. His breathing was a little labored, his face flushed, "I If you wanted to move faster, you could...I I think I'm getting close.." Understandable, he hadn't even touched himself in a while. Nana nodded and moved her hand faster, stroking his throbbing need and shifting on the bed, almost as if rubbing herself against it, her own breathing slightly heavy. Was watching him like this really getting her that excited? "D Do you want me to touch you, too, Nana?" He asked shakily. Nana gave a little nod, shifting again on the bed her body was growing hot, and she was starting to throb. Please? He moved and reached between her legs, his fingers gently running over her folds. He blushed darkly at how slick she was, never knowing a woman could get so worked up. Nana s breath hitched and she let out a soft whimper, having to brace one hand against Motochika s leg as she did her best to focus on touching him. His fingers teased the slit of her entrance and clit, his breathing a little uneven as he worked. Her juices covered his fingers, making them slick as he touched her, soft noises coming from her as her thighs trembled. It almost felt like too much, like she was going to lose her mind if he continued, hunching forward a bit and gasping softly. "I Is this ok, Nana...?" He asked softly, "Do you want me to do anything else?" C Can we do it..? She asked, looking up at him. Be... Be inside me I mean... She asked, completely red faced. His whole face lit up and he nodded awkwardly, "Y Yeah, we can...! I I would really like that...!" Nana nodded slightly, but unsure of how to start, simply leaned up to kiss him once more, moving closer to him. "Oh, uh, here, I think humans mate similarly.." He said and guided her onto her hands and knees. He put one hand on the ground at her side as he guided the tip of his member at her entrance. Nana was a little embarrassed when he had her get on her hands and knees, but did so anyway. When she felt him start to push inside of her, and gripped the blankets, heart pounding in her chest. "Let me know if I do anything wrong, ok?" He said gently before kissing her shoulder, "I'll go slow." She nodded. H Hai.. The feeling of him being inside her was strange, not unpleasant though. He felt even bigger now that he was inside her, but it wasn t painful. He continued to move slowly, kissing along her shoulders as he buried himself inside her. Nana let herself sink onto her elbows, holding onto the sheets and letting out another noise, almost like a moan. He stopped once he was fully inside her before he began to move, rocking his hips slowly. They went slowly, making love gently and passionately, both patient with one another as they learned how to touch another, and once they finished, they lay together in a tangled heap on the bed, holding one another tight. Sasuke was not your average person. Sasuke did what others were too scared to do. Hunt witches and wizards and warlocks and bring them to justice. But he was not on any hunt this time. No, he had an important catch with him this time. An ice sprite, and a familiar one at that. One that had helped murder everyone in his village when he was a boy. The sprite was in rather poor shape, parts of it melted down, like it s body was made of ice, only to be covered by a thin layer of flesh to disguise itself as a human. It stumbled after Sasuke, wheezing and limping, clearly injured, but still forced to walk onward by the chains around its wrists. It wore a tattered robe over its damaged body, hiding its face with the hood, but even then, long white hair tumbled out from under the robes. "We're almost there." He said gruffly, almost as if he was assuring it that their travels woukd come to a close. The sprite only wheezed in response, almost as if it were too tired or too injured to respond to him properly. The poor creature then stumbled over a tree root, collapsing to the forest floor and laying where it fell. He stopped and glanced back at it, "Oi. Get up." He ordered. The sprite lifted its head, only their mouth visible, panting and twisted into a frown. It said nothing, but it did try to struggle to its feet, but only made it to their knees before collapsing once more. He groaned and moved over, offering a potion, "Here. This should help." The spirits expression could barely be seen, as only her mouth was visible from the angle they were positioned in, but he could clearly see her jerk back when he got closer. Of course she was apprehensive about anything he offered her, she had slaughtered his family, and now was his captive, why would he show her such kindness? "I'm not caring you all the way there. Take it." He ordered. She flinched again, but took the bottle this time, removing the cork and downing it. When it was gone, she wiped the corners of her mouth, then simply dropped the bottle, staggering to her feet. He nodded and gave her a minute befire walking off again. "You'll cooperate or you'll die." She followed after him, but still remained silent, not making it clear if she was agreeing or protesting him. They walked for a while longer before he brought her to a dingy old shack, tugging her in and dragging her to the far corner before chaining her to the wall. She simply sat down on the floor when he chained her to the wall was it indifference? No, there was no way, the look in her eyes when she had seen his face told Sasuke she certainly remembered him, for she had been the one to spare his life alone after all. "Now then." Sasuke began as he lit a brazier, "Where is your master?" The sprite flinched away as the brazier was lit, scowling at the fire and moving away from it as far as possible. He took an iron and slowly began to heat it over the brazier, "Answer me." The sprite still said nothing, keeping her mouth shut tightly, not about to simply give up her master to some child. He moved and waved the hot iron close to her skin, "Last chance." The tattered coat she was wearing hid most of her body, all but her hands and legs below her knees showing, but her pale skin looked as delicate as thin ice. She moved away from the iron the best she could, but it wasn t much. I won t. She finally spoke. He pressed the iron to her arm and held it there, "Tell me." The flesh of the sprite sizzled and burned, but it didn t smell of burning flesh, rather the scentless smell of ice being burned. Water dropped from her arm, melting as if she were made from ice rather than flesh and bone. Her screams told Sasuke she could feel pain, but she still said nothing. He pulled it back and scowled, "You don't have to make this so difficult, you know. You can just tell me where he is." No. She said firmly through her teeth, holding onto the chains tightly. I won t tell scum like you where he is. He reheated the iron and took a fireplace scoop to take some coals. He moved over and dropped them over her head. "You'll talk." They fell over her, burning the cloak she had on and her flesh as they fell to the floor, making her wince and hiss in pain. I won t..! He swept the coals and put them back in the brazier before taking the iron again. Wordlessly and unceremoniously he pressed it to her skin again and held it there. She cried out again in pain, another hole burned through her coat from the rod he pressed into her back. Both the clothing and her flesh burned, a small amount of steam rolling off of her from her wound. "Tell me." He demanded, "It'll only get worse." She only clenched her jaw and turned her head away from him, trembling from the pain but refusing to tell him anything. This continued for a couple days, the only time she saw him was when he came to burn her. He kept the brazier close to her when he was away so she could never be comfortable. Not until she gave up her master. The sprite wouldn t talk, not about her master at least, rather willing to take the torture than give him up, even if it meant her suffering. She shed tears, and cried from the pain, but not once did she beg him to stop. He starved her even if starvation couldn't kill her, hunger was a good motivator. He would eat silently not far from her, watching her as he ate. She would only occasionally look over at him, maybe to make sure he was still there, but when their eyes met, she would immediately look away. She was silent when she wasn t being tortured or spoken to, sitting in the same spot for hours as if it didn t bother her much.On occasion she did look tired, typically after hours of being by the lit brazier, but she didn t sleep, at least not that he saw. "Why did you keep me alive?" Sasuke suddenly asked one afternoon after he finished torturing her. His back was to her so all she could gather about the emotion behind the question was a curious bafflement. She was short of breath, panting on the floor and the back of her coat torn open to expose her back, which still had cooling coal embers embedded into her icy flesh. Turning her head she looked at him, watching her for a moment while she worked through the pain. It wasn t good enough... She finally managed out. Your life wasn t worth enough to offer to my master.. He stopped all movement briefly before his shoulders started to shake, "So you thought it would just be better for me to live with this pain?!" He shouted as he turned to her. Her expression didn t change, even when their eyes met, and he expressed his pain and rage. I didn t care. Was all she simply said. It was like a human killing pigs, a menial task required of me by my master. He screamed and took the dull hot iron and stabbed it into her leg, digging it into the wood under her. Amaya s own scream overlapped his, pulling hard on the chains around her wrists, leg hissing faintly as steam rose from it steadily. Water not blood fell from her leg, dripping onto the wood below her as she kicked to try and get away. "How does it feel,scum? Unbearable? Do you want to die yet?" He snarled. She could only let out ragged breaths, giving a few hard yanks to the chains, but almost as if to focus her mind on something other than the pain. No. She growled out. He twisted the iron and ground his teeth in anger, "I could just end it all right now. Wipe you out without so much as a wince. But you aren't exactly worthy of a mercy like that." You re lying. She wheezed out. You only don t kill me because as much as you hate me... you need me. She said, but not a single ounce of gloating on her face or in her voice. Did she truly have no heart? This woman was vile. "All you have to do is tell me where that bastard is and you can leave." He hissed I won t tell you. She said, swallowing hard, and though the rod had completely cooled, it wasn t still uncomfortable being run through her leg. He ripped the iron out and tossed it back into the braizer before stalking off. Sasuke left a decent sized hole in her leg, surrounded by cracks and far too weak to stand on now, but given enough time or water, she would heal. She didn't see him for a while, maybe a few hours, before he came back and moved to rip the cloak from her body. She didn t flinch much, not fighting to keep the already tattered garment on her body. Underneath also looked to be of a human flesh and blood body, but with a faint blue tint to her pale skin. What are you doing? She almost sounded angry that he had touched her so directly with his hands, like she still saw him as the lowly swine she had taken pity on when he was a child. "Shut up." He growled and tightened the chains to force her arms above her head before he began to undress. She sat in an uncomfortable slumped position against the wall, watching him silently, but not trying anything to fight back. If this is your next way of getting me to talk, know that what you humans call sex has little meaning to me. "I said: shut up." He snarled, "This isn't to get you to talk. I don't have time to go to the brothel. You're closer." She had little knowledge on human brothels, only basic information that it was something humans did often when they couldn t get a mate, but she herself had never experienced anything of the sort. She loved her master, but not in a physical way, and even then, she struggled to comprehend her own feelings of love, when she felt little emotions at all. With her always being so close to the braizers, touching her didn't immediately give him frost bite. Which was a comfort, he didn't think far enough ahead until he realized he could have very well lost his manhood in this endeavour. He forced her legs open and moved to work his tongue over her clit. He needed her wet, otherwise he would stick to her. He felt her jerk slightly when his tongue pressed against her sensitive flesh, which was cool, but not as cold as he expected her to be. He could feel her trying to close her legs, but to no avail her inner thighs twitched and trembled, and the more he toyed with her sensitive parts, she more slick she became against his tongue. He pulled away once he was satisfied and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance before pushing into her. He gave a low grunt of pleasure, she was way tighter than he expected or maybe it was because he was so used to prostitutes. It didn't matter, he started a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth in a slow rhythm. He was closer to her than he had been before, close enough to see the small amounts of frost on her skin slowly disappearing as he filled her. He could hear soft gasps from her, and she had what looked like tears in her doll like eyes was she in pain? Her expression suggested otherwise and as his bare flesh pressed against hers, he could almost feel her growing warmer. He moved faster, a little rougher to add friction to his movements but nothing more than that. He gave low grunts and huffs, his eyes shut and his focus on solely the pleasure he was feeling. He could feel her cool breath on his neck, her legs draped over his hips as he buried himself deep inside her. He could hear her own faint moans, her warmth trembling around his cock as he thrust. His pace quickened, the lukewarm feeling of her body oddly pleasant to him. It was all he could do to distract from the pain in his heart. Her noises would grow louder and louder the longer he used her, soon feeling her trembling beneath him. She was pressed firmly against the wall by his body, arms pulled tightly above her head and his weight on her keeping her from moving away. Though she cared not for physical interaction, and thought little of him, the pleasure he was giving her made her toes curl and her skin warm. She had never experienced such pleasure before, and she didn t hate it. His skin was crawling at her noises. How vile of her to enjoy this, to take pleasure from his abuse. She was more disgusting than he was. He should have made time to visit the brothel. She couldn t help her noises, they almost came instinctively, whipping softly as she felt an odd pressure building within her gut she had never felt before. She felt disgusted with herself, letting a human touch her with his bare flesh, but at the same time, her thoughts swirled and she only focused on her own pleasure. He was throbbing harder and harder, his climax building more and more the faster he moved. Focus on the pleasure, nothing else. Not her and not her noises. She clenched her fists as an overwhelming pleasure suddenly overtook her, crying out weakly and closing her eyes to blink away tears, trembling against Sasuke, her inner walls tightening around his cock. He hissed and suddenly filled her with his warm seed, he didn't care with the whores so he didn't care with her. He caught his breath and moved away before grabbing his clothes and redressing. He said nothing, only watched her briefly before relaxing the chains and leaving. When he relaxed the chains she slumped to the floor, breathing heavily and laying where she had been dropped, his seed making a mess between her legs and the floor below her, but she said and did nothing. He didn't bring her anything to clean up with. Couldn't risk giving her water. But he did come back maybe a day later to torture her some more. Sasuke could see that the fire alone was wearing her down, and he had made a good handful of holes through her body two in her stomach, one in her arm and leg, and he had even made one though her neck none killing her. She was weak however, and she finally looked tired, no longer meeting his eyes when he came back into the cabin. "Are you finally going to tell me where he is?" He demanded, "This will all stop when you finally give him up." She was shaking from how weak she felt, but he could clearly see when she nodded in agreement, finally giving in from the constant torture. Sasuke moved and unlocked the chains around her wrists, moving the braizer away from her and offering her a new cloak, "Show me." She let the cloak simply be draped over her shoulders as she staggered to her feet, the sound of ice cracking coming from her leg as she hobbled slowly to the door, leading him by the chains that connected to her wrists like a dog leading its master. He followed her,and after a little while of being annoyed with how slow she was,he offered her water, "If you use this to attack me, I will end you right here." She took the water, but didn t move to attack him, crouching and slowly pouring the water over her damaged legs, which healed the holes in them slowly. He waited patiently for her to finish, or at least tried to be patient about it. It didn t take long, the holes in her legs closing up and sealing the cracks as well. She stood once more, then started on again at a decent pace, silent as always. He followed her just as quietly, preparing in his head how the confrontation would go. He had been waiting so long for this. He could smell burning, just like he had all those years ago burning flesh and wood, and soon he saw it. In the dark of the night, he could see the light of a large fire in the distance, along with heavy smoke.Yukimura had barely made it out, gagging and coughing on the ground outside the orphanage, night shirt still smoldering. He was dazed and in pain, arm burned from his hand up to his neck and face. He had been forced to jump from the second story of the building from his bedroom window, the rest of his room already up in flames and keeping him from leaving that way. Once he had cleared most of the smoke from his lungs, he struggle to his feet, staring in horror at the destruction the building was suffering.The children. He made a break for the front of the building, not bothering to put out the fire still eating at his shirt and burning his flesh, his only concern being the children he could hear still trapped in the fire. "Yukimura!" Daisuke was coming home from his nightly walk when he saw the smoke, grabbing the bucket from the well to try and put out the flames. "Where are the others?! Where's Akihime?!" He didn t answer, he only ran straight for the front door, which was already burned away, entering the roaring flames barefoot and only in his night pants. Akihime!! Rona! Fuu! He called over the roaring of the fire, trying to find anyone he could. Gohan! He felt tears in his eyes, which burned from the smoke, and even though he was coughing already and his feet burned badly, he continued further in. "Yuki...!!" It sounded like Akihime, her voice strained and raspy. It was coming from the back hallway where she was meandering around trying to see, "The children, they're trapped...!! I I can't get them out, we have to help them...!!" She wheezed before tripping over a destroyed beam and hitting the ground. Yukimura rushed over, helping her up before moving to the door, slamming hard against it, but it didn t budge. Get outside! He coughed, slamming his shoulder against the wooden door once more. She wanted to argue, wanted to tell him that he couldn't do it on his own, but she would be trapped inside if she stayed any longer."Please be safe! Please come out alive!" She pleaded before trying to find her way out before she lost consciousness. When she got out, she saw Daisuke and the townspeople trying to extinguish the flames from outside."Gaia, please aid us. Maiden, Mother and Crone please return them to me safely. Great Horned God, cease these flames with your divine strength." She prayed weakly, voice cracking from smoke and tears. The towns people did all they could, but the building was starting to collapse, and there was still no sign of Yukimura, no sign of the children. Then, a body stumbled out of the blaze and collapsed. It was Yukimura, his back on fire and barely conscious. "Yuki!!" Akihime stole a bucket of water and dumped it over him before pulling him up and dragging him to safety, "Stay awake, Yukimura, please...!" He was wheezing hard, smoke having filled his lungs. I... have to go back... He managed out, but was in terrible shape. Both of his hands were burned badly from trying to force the door open, and both shoulders where burned badly too. Still... inside.. Tears fell down his cheeks, face contorting in agony at the thought of the children trapped inside, but it was too late for them. Their screams had quieted long ago, and the building was already collapsing. Her breathing stopped. All sound drained from her ears. Still inside? They were still inside? Her charms didn't work? Her charms didn't work.Her charms didn't work.She gripped his shirt tight or what was left of it a weak croaking sound filling her throat before she screamed in agony, tears pouring down her face as she watched her home crumple and burn. She begged for forgiveness, begged them to forgive her for not protecting them and apologized for failing as their guardian. She felt so broken and hollow, unable to silence her body wracking sobs. Yukimura laid crumpled in her lap, still wheezing and hacking, in too much pain to move. His entire left arm and shoulder was black and red, burned terribly, as were his feet and back, but he would survive. His tears burned, but he didn t care, weeping audibly along with Akihime, if he had been stronger he could ve saved the children. If he hadn t lost control of his powers the children wouldn t have died. It was his fault the children were dead. The fire didn't end until late into the night. Akihime had long since stopped crying, unable to produce any more tears. She was numb, staring lifelessly at the debris of the house. Daisuke braved the wreckage, looking for anything that could be saved. He found nothing, except for the blanket Akihime had made for Yukimura perfectly intact. He was furious, ripping it free and throwing it out into the road. Most of the people from the town had left at that point, Yukimura still laying on the ground barely able to move himself from the wounds he had suffered. Soft footsteps could barely be heard from somewhere behind Yukimura and Akihime, then a soft thud.The sprite had walked all night, finally stopping and falling to her knees. Here.. She said softly. She stared at Yukimura, frowning softly. Him.. Akihime didn't move, only registering Daisuke's sudden alarm and sharp movements to cross that distance between him and her and Yukimura."Akihime, move!!" He yelled. Akihime only looked back with her emotionless eyes to see a young man with wild ginger hair preparing a nullification rune with his fingers. Yukimura struggled to push himself up, looking to Daisuke, then to Akihime, following her gaze to the man preparing the attack aimed at the both of them. A Akihime..! He croaked, trying to reach out to her to push her away. She reached out and tried to grab Sasuke's hand but was too far out of reach."Please...I cannot bear any more grief today..." She said weakly. Sasuke scowled and grabbed her."You both will suffer for this atrocity." He snarled. Akihime looked away from him."Hai...I deserve no less for failing them..." Sasuke was taken off guard when something slammed into him, Yukimura. He tackled Sasuke away from Akihime, landing on top of the witch hunter with a cry of pain, tears and soot dirtying his face. Don t touch her..! He struggled to get up, but every small movement split and cracked the charred flesh of his back and arm, making him bleed. Sasuke grabbed Yukimura by his hair and pulled him upright, "Why, so you can torch her yourself later?!" He snapped, "You warlocks are all the same!" Yukimura fought to keep his footing, face twisted in pain. I didn t mean to..! Fresh tears fell down his face, which up close looked young, younger than Sasuke himself in fact. It was an accident..! He could hear the pain in the young mans voice, hear his broken heart. Was this really the right person? Had the sprite lied to him? This was just a kid, there was no way he had torched Sasuke s village. Sasuke's gaze shot to the sprite angrily. This wasn't her master, he would recognise him instantly. This was not the man he was looking for. But he could not allow such a disastrous mistake to go unpunished. He made a binding rune and slammed it into Yukimura's chest, keeping him held in place as he started beating on him. Akihime felt fresh tears fall down her cheeks."Please, don't hurt him...he truly didn't mean to...!" The sprite sat where she had collapsed truly too tired to do anything but watch in her own confusion. This man no, boy was her master, she felt it, but he certainly didn t look like him.Yukimura grunted with each hit, unable to even bring his arms up to defend himself as Sasuke pummeled him. Akihime pushed herself up and grabbed Sasuke's arm, crying weakly, "Please, I beg you, spare him! He has a kind heart, his magic is just hard to control! I thought I had prepared properly! Punish me!" Yukimura groaned and coughed, head spinning and blood strong in his mouth. Akihime... Stop.. He barely got out, one eye already swollen shut. "I I won't...! I won't let him hurt you...!" She hiccuped, "I love ""Get off me." Sasuke growled and threw her off his arm, sending her to the ground. Daisuke grabbed a destroyed piece of wood and rushed at Sasuke to try and beat him away from Yukimura. He was human so maybe he stood a chance. Yukimura could do nothing, his consciousness leaving him, and even then, a binding rune kept him from moving. He watched Daisuke with fading vision, praying neither of them got hurt. It was either keep beating Yukimura or defend against Daisuke. He chose to defend himself, moving away and punching Daisuke to the ground. He huffed and grabbed the sprite before dragging her off. Akihime moved quickly to try and heal Yukimura, the binding fading the farther Sasuke got. Yukimura was barely awake at this point, muttering incoherently, just apologizing over and over, tears leaking from his swollen eyes. She tried to soothe him, mending his burns and the bruises he received from the hunter. She was shaking still suffering from such a great and terrible loss as well as the shock of someone trying to take Yukimura from her. Daisuke sat on the ground, watching as he rubbed his sore cheek."Let him die." He stated flatly. Akihime choked on a sob and shook her head."I won't..." She muttered. Yukimura let out a faint groan as his eyes finally closed, sinking into unconsciousness at last. She was exhausted by the time she mended his injuries, his burns took the longest because of the extent of the damage. She fell back, drained and tired from being up all night and using up her magic. Daisuke had wandered off to find somewhere for them to stay, leaving Akihime alone with Yukimura. The sprite struggled to keep up with Sasuke, stumbling and tripping along the way, being dragged back toward where she had been kept for the last week or so. You said you d release me! She protested. "You said you would take me to your master. I don't appreciate being lied to." He snarled. I didn t lie! She fought back, tripping over a tree root and nearly falling face first into the dirt. "You did! That wasn't him, that was a boy no older than I am!" He snapped. It was him! His soul was there! She snapped at him. I would never mistake another for my master! Sasuke scowled and slowed down to keep her from tripping as they walked."How is it that boy is your master if he's dead? Been dead." He isn t dead. She said lowly. His physical form is gone, that s all. "That's not all. If he's your master, why didn't he remember you? Or me for that matter? Why didn't he defend himself? He protected that girl!" He argued. It was frustrating, she didn t know why either. She felt his soul, it was him, yet he didn t recognize her, he acted differently, and looked different. I don t know! Her voice cracked and tears dripped from her eyes, freezing before they hit the ground. I don t know..! He looked confused, his brows furrowed, "Are you hurt by this...?" He asked, "Why? You have no emotions." She didn t expect him to understand, humans never did, why would he be different? You know nothing. She said quietly. "I know a lot in fact." He said, "But you aren't entitled to answer. I don't care. You'll stay here until I can look into why your master is now a young man." None Sasuke had spent days going from town to town trying to find information on what sort of magic that bastard warlock did to avoid death. He couldn't really find anything and it was making him angry. He decided to head to the brothel and blow off some steam. He wanted to avoid using the sprite again if he could, her noises disgusted him, and luckily this time he was in town to avoid her. He went to one of his usual brothels, where he bought a room, and was sent to it, not being picky about what girl he usually got most were decent enough looking anyway.Entering the small room, he saw the prostitute sitting at the vanity jump a little when the door shut behind him. He looked and scowled gently she was young, way too young to be in this business. She had short silver hair, and she looked terrified that he was there, but she got up anyway, bowing to him. H How can I be of service..? She asked softly, keeping her head bowed to him, clenching her fists to keep her hands from trembling. "How old are you?" He asked, it seemed more like a demand however. She pursed her lips and kept her gaze on the floor. I I turned fourteen two months ago, sir.. She then seemed uneasy with her own answer. I I have been trained though, s so that won t be an issue..! If my looks aren t to your liking, I I could call for a different girl..! She was too young for this, and it was painfully clear. "I don't taint children." He said and moved to sit down, "Do you have a name?" She watched him, still looking like a spooked deer. S Sayuri.. "What are you doing here, Sayuri?" He asked, "You aren't even old enough to bear children.." She frowned softly, looking down at the floor. I... don t have anywhere else to go... I needed money.. "There are other things to do..." He said, playing with one of the decorations by her bed, "You could grow and sell herbs or something..." I can t afford anywhere else to live... this is the only place that didn t need immediate pay for lodging.. She said, keeping her gaze down. He made a noise, "There's no way to get you out of here, is there?" She said nothing for a moment. It s ok, I ll save up, and as soon as I have enough money, I ll find work somewhere else..! His face scrunched in disapproval, "I don't think you can keep your virtue for that long.." She pursed her lips, not looking at him. With no disrespect... I truly have no other option, and you re only a client.. "That's very true.." He said, "I'm not offended. If you like, I can keep visiting. Make sure you're doing ok. If I can offer a suggestion, Midorikawa always comes here slobbering drunk and passes out before anything happens, doesn't remember the night before." I would like that. She smiled softly. And I ll keep that in mind.. thank you. He nodded, talking to her actually helped him settle his shaking nerves. "Would you mind making some tea and we can talk a little longer?" She blinked and perked, nodding. Y Yes..! She stood and moved to start making tea, a bit glad to not having to be servicing anyone. He stayed for a couple hours longer, enjoying the tea she had made and the pleasant conversation. It was nice. He hadn't really talked to anyone in a while. Days of visiting Sayuri would turn to weeks, the two only ever spending their time talking and sharing tea or snacks, only for Sasuke to still pay her fee and leave. It was nice, having a client for once that wasn t there to violate her he could see it starting to wear down on her. Her eyes were growing dull, and she was progressively talking less and less, her smile fading away as well. He was getting progressively more worried about her. "How are you doing today, Yuri...?" He asked, sitting across from her. She blinked out of her trance, looking away from the untouched tea she was holding, giving a small nod and a forced smile. I m fine, just a bit tired is all..! "How many men has it been this time?" He asked bluntly, staring down at his tea. She was a little taken aback, looking down as a tear slipped down her cheek. Six. She said softly, not looking up at him anymore, shame clear in her eyes. He exhaled and stood, "Alright, pack everything important to you, if you have anything." She frowned softly and looked up at Sasuke, a little confused. I I don t understand... Where are you taking me? "Away from here. Come on, let's get goin'." He said. And go where? She didn t move from her spot. I have no where to go that I ll be welcome..! Who would want me after this? What good is it all..!? He held out his hand to her, frowning under his high collar coat, "I would be honored to share your company, Sayuri...you're welcome to live with me, where you'll be safe..." She cried more as she put her hand in his, standing up slowly with a nod. Thank you. She whispered. Thank you..! He nodded and squeezed her hand, "Go ahead, pack the important stuff and we'll get out of here." None "You're fretting over nothing." Kojurou said as he used magic to care for his extravagant coats. Masamune made a noise."How can I not? She kinda hates me.""She kind of doesn't." Kojurou remarked, "Just go to her." Megohime had been hard at work trying to find anything that would work to remove the curse placed upon him, even trying multiple different rituals, but nothing was working and she was becoming increasingly withdrawn and upset, devoting all of her time to reading in his library. "Uh..." She didn't even hear Masamune come in, "You busy...?" Megohime didn t look up from her stack of books, looking like she hadn t slept in days. No. He couldn t tell if she was being honest or sarcastic maybe she hadn t really heard his question? He made a noise and cleared his throat before conjuring a rose and offering it to her, "Here..." She glanced up briefly, then back down at her book, then back up again, slowly lowering her book. A rose? She looked a little confused. Why? Was this some sort of special rose that might be of assistance in returning him to a complete human? "Ah..." He looked nervous, his face heating up a bit, "Cuz...you know...roses are pretty and you're...pretty..." He could see her cheeks turn pink and she actually set her book down for a moment. Th Thank you.. She said quietly, taking the rose gently. "Um...I can do more stuff.." He said and waved his hand, a small flurry of blue magic following his fingers as butterflies were conjured from the dust. Megohime held the rose carefully, watching his magic in silent awe it was a simple trick, but beautiful. "Um...ta da..." He muttered. Man, he was bad at this. Women would always run from him so he never talked to them much. Megohime laughed at how awkward he was, expression growing a bit sad. Your magic is beautiful. She said. "Thank you...it's Kojurou's magic, just with my own flare.." He said with a small smile. That s your familiar right? She asked, looking up at him, still clutching the rose gently. He nodded, "The tall guy who acts really stuffy all the time." Are you sure he s not a golem? She joked. I think he only has one emotion: blank. He laughed, "Right? For a bird, he's rather stoic." He joked. He s a bird? She couldn t help but laugh. I was picturing a deer or something! He chuckled and shook his head, "He's a huge gaudy blue and silver peacock lookin' thing." She covered her mouth and laughed more. You certainly do pick the interesting ones. "He picked me, oddly enough..." He said, "No one would come to me for the longest time. I almost gave up.." Well that s odd, familiars are typically chosen, not the one choosing. She gave a small shrug. Either way, he s a good find. He shrugged, "He called me an idiot savant..." He said, "Said there was something about me the other familiars were too scared of..." Probably the curse. She said, glancing at the books as she ran her fingers across the gently. Still little progress, frustratingly.. "What if you found Iisaka...?" He asked, "I haven't heard from her in a long time but...it's possible?" She gave a nod. Witches have ways to prolong their life if she s able to create such a complex curse, she s more than likely still alive. I might be able to track her, but the toll is a little steep. "What is it?" He asked, "Hypothetically?" Megohime looked down at her rose so she didn t have to look Masamune in the eye. A blood ritual. She said. "Oh..." He muttered, "That doesn't sound fun." It s not painful not for me anyway.. She rubbed the back of her neck. It does require a sacrifice a blood sacrifice obviously. Human or animal, but human tends to work better. "Yikes..." He muttered, rubbing his neck, "I guess I could find an unfortunate...just let me know, I guess.." No! She blurted out, then looked away. No, this will be my issue, just... Just give me some time. He nodded, "You have it." He said and moved to head out but stopped before looking back, "Do you wanna...spend dinner with me?" Megohime looked up, cheeks flushed pink. Oh... I I would like that. She nodded. He grinned widely and nodded, "Perfect. Six o'clock sharp. Don't be late." Megohime was indeed on time, a bit early in fact, in fresh clothes and blushing profusely. This couldn t be considered a date could it? No, he was just inviting her to dinner, that was all. "Hey!" Masamune moved over, dressed in a fine tunic and trousers, "You look really pretty for a witch." He teased. She flushed more and looked away. I suppose you look decent enough for a wizard. He chuckled softly, "Thanks, I try to always look my best.""Masamune sama.." Kojurou called and gestured to the table. Masamune offered his hand to Megohime with a smile."Shall we?" Megohime took his hand and followed him, keeping her gaze down, heart pounding in her chest. He guided her to her seat and allowed her to sit first before moving across from her."I hope you like duck." He smiled, "I don't have it prepared very often." I ve never had duck, mostly just the pheasants I could find in the forest. She said, looking around the large table before looking to Masamune. "It's good. Kinda sweet." He said, "Pretty good if you think of it like a long chicken." Megohime laughed at that, hiding her mouth behind her hand. What, like you ve taken a chicken and stretched it out? He nodded, grinning, "From neck to tail feathers." He joked. She shook her head. You re ridiculous. She laughed softly, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "I'll take that as a compliment." He said as the servants laid out dinner. There were two roast duck with vegetables and potatoes and fresh rolls and old bottles of wine. Kojurou sat at the far end of the table, liking his space as birds often did. The food was wonderful, the two eating in silence for the most part, Megohime stealing glances at Masamune every now and again. "So...how long have you studied magic?" Masamune finally asked. Megohime looked up from her food, thinking for a bit before answering. I think as soon as I could read... Mother started me early and you? "About the same...maybe a little older?" He looked a little uncertain. "Probably when I was like...eight or nine.." Megohime nodded. From the witches I ve spoken to, that seems pretty common. "For wizards or in general?" He asked, "Some are lucky and can start even sooner.." She made a face and picked at her food a bit. I don t know. She answered. I ve only spoken to the witches in my coven, never anyone outside except the brief incounter with people at markets. He made a noise, "I imagine it's common in general for people to discover their abilities rather young.." Megohime gave a nod. I figured. She mused then have a small smile. I m sure you as a child was just as silly to see as you now. "Quite amusing." Kojurou chimed in and Masamune shot him a look."Hush up!" Megohime couldn t help but laugh, feeling a light fluttering feeling in her chest. It s not a bad thing I like it. Masamune blushed, "You do?" Her own face was red, but she nodded without looking up. Yeah, I do. They seemed to get along mutter better after that. No more fighting or hesitance. His flirting was more welcome with each passing week, and soon he asked less about her lifting the curse and just spent more time with her. Megohime of course still worked on looking for a cure, but whenever Masamune was around, all of her attention was on him. She laughed at all of his dumb jokes, seeming to geniuinly find them funny, and spent all of her free time with him. It was clear they were becoming much more than just friends. He thought about asking for her hand, he even magically crafted her an engagement ring. But was too nervous to ever bring it up. The two would often slip away from Kojurou and the servants to hide away in Masamune s room, nothing more than kissing, but one day, it went further than that.Megohime sat on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through her hair as Masamune redressed. She had never made love before then her head was still spinning, the entire thing was a rush, and it was unlike any pleasure she had ever felt before. She already knew she had fallen deeply in love with Masamune, but admitting it was something she struggled with. "I hope I wasn't boring.." He joked, "I'm not well versed in the art of pleasing a woman.." She looked over at him, face flushed a bit at the comment. It was fine...! Well, good rather... She looked away, playing with her hair. It was my first time, so I m not entirely sure what good sex can be defined as... But I liked being with you.. He straightened out his shirt and trousers, blushing darkly, "Yeah, it was really enjoyable.." Times were good, their relationship deepened, and all seemed happy. Then Megohime got sick. She was violently ill every morning, and the servants expected she was pregnant, but Megohime was in far too much pain, and far too weak to simply be pregnant. Masamune would always tend to her when she was stuck in bed, putting lesser healing potions in her soups and drinks to help ease her discomfort. "How ya feelin' today?" He asked softly, petting her layered bangs back gently. Megohime was pale, sweating heavily, and shaking hard. Like I m dying.. She croaked, opening her eyes slowly to look up at him. Her vision was blurry, and the room was spinning, making her groan softly and close her eyes again. He frowned, "I'm trying to figure out what it is...I'll make sure you're feeling better." She gave a weak nod, not trying to protest at all. Thank you... I ll do my best to hold out. She said softly. "You better." He said and kissed her forehead, "You still gotta break my curse." He teased. Always so pushy.. She teased. It s a wonder Kojurou s managed this far.. "He preens a lot, I noticed." He smiled softly, "Get some rest, I'll be back.later with some food." She gave another nod, shifting a bit to get comfortable in bed, doing her very best to get some rest. She heard Masamune leave but after a moment of silence she heard new footsteps. "My, aren't we having fun in a comfortable new home. Cheating on your husband." A familiar voice chastised. Megohime sat up immediately, even if it nearly made her vomit in the process. Her eyes were wide, her gaze falling on a familiar figure. S...Satan.. She could hardly speak. He was in his human form his shoulder length inky hair pulled into a bun, dressed in a deep red velvet jacket with a black button up and black slacks and shoes. "You break my heart, Megohime." She clenched her fists, feeling her frustration bubbling up from a deep place she had shoved it down long ago. Why? Because you can t have one of your hundreds of wives? Most of which aren t given a choice? At the time she had turned thirteen, and had her first blood letting, was when she was officially betrothed to Satan, her entire coven coming to bear witness. I didn t want that..! I didn t want to be married, I didn t want magic..! She turned her head away. I didn t want you..! I I don t love you... He chuckled darkly and moved closer, "Blame the circumstances of your birth, my dear. Were you not born into this coven, you would not belong to me " She shied away as he moved closer, as if his very presence made her feel much more ill. I don t belong to you.. She had to force out her words, only managing to whisper. I don t..! "I own you, Megohime. Since the day you were fucking born." He snarled, "I will show you what it means to cross me." I love him. She whispered. Can t I just be happy with him..? She already knew the answer, she already knew she had said far too much, but she couldn t keep her mouth shut for some reason. He fumed and suddenly vanished, leaving her alone with the malicious tension that radiated off him. Megohime again nearly vomited, clutching her chest and breathing heavily. Where had he gone? What was going to happen? She tried to get out of bed, struggling to even stand. She could hear the screams of the maids even from her room, hear the crackle of magic as well as fighting a struggle of some kind. Megohime s eyes widened, and she forced herself to move. Needing to lean against the wall as she went, she followed the sounds of screaming, her heart pounding in her chest. "Get the hell out of my house!!" That was definitely Masamune, "Where the hell did you send Kojurou?" Send? Oh God."I sent him somewhere close by. He is unharmed." Megohime felt tears start to fall down her face, pushing herself to hobble down the hall faster, only to stumble through the doors of the gallery and fall to her knees. Please..! She begged the intruder. Please don t harm him..! "Mego?" Masamune looked confused, "What's going on, who is this creep?""Yes, Megohime. Who am I?" Satan asked. Megohime fought off letting out a sob, balling up her fists. Please.. She looked like she was going to faint at any moment. You ve made your point, and I m sorry, please... please just leave, it won t happen again, I m sorry..! Masamune had never seen Megohime so desperate, groveling on the ground. "Mego...""That doesn't answer his question, Megohime." Satan chastised, "Come now, you were raised better." Megohime clenched her jaw and squeezed the tears from her eyes, dropping her face toward the floor so Masamune didn t have to look at her. He s my betrothed... She whispered. Satan, Lord of Hell.. "B..." She could hear his heart snapping in his voice, "Betrothed?""That's the only thing you take from that?" Satan sounded bored. Masamune chucked a huge solid mass of lightning at him but he merely smacked it away into the wall. Megohime flinched at the loud discharge and crash of magic, tears dripping down her face. It s not as if we actually meet with him more than once while we re alive... I just wanted to live a normal life and be happy.. She muttered. Please don t think I was lying to you, everything I felt for you was real..! She made herself look up at Masamune. I really do love you..! "It's standard, with her coven. All of them are my harem, you see. My wives. They bind to me and I give them whatever power they desire. She could overpower that Iisaka woman's curse easily if she so asked " Satan said. Masamune looked to Megohime and frowned."But you didn't...because you didn't want to see him, right...?" Partly.. Megohime looked away when Masamune looked at her. Asking for more power isn t just rewarded freely. She looked ashamed. He needs something in return... our first time meeting is when we re signing the contract of marriage, when our magic limit has been reached as a human... The first contract is usually sealed with a kiss... The more power, the bigger offer it takes for him to accept giving us that power.. She clenched her fists, shame burning in her chest. I I wanted the person I gave my purity to to be the person I loved..! Not for more power..! Satan gave a fake coo, only to grunt when a solid mass of lightning actually connected with him this time. Masamune's fingers were sparking, glaring hatefully at him."Get out of my house. Leave my fiance alone. She isn't bound to you any more.""Fiance? How rich." Satan chortled. Megohime s eyes widened in horror. Masamune don t! Run! She tried to get back up to her feet, knowing exactly what would happen next, and it wasn t in Masamune s favor. Bloody brambles broke through the floor and wrapped tightly around Masamune, covering his mouth with their thorns and cutting into his clothes. He didn't struggle, knowing it would only harm him further, but his body shook with pain. Megohime tripped and stumbled to her knees before Masamune, reaching out to pull the thorns away from him, only to stop before she touched them. Please, I beg of you, don t hurt him! She turned to Satan, begging him. "He's trying to destroy our marriage, I can't allow that." He said and waved his hand, the brambles tightening around Masamune. He cried out behind the vine in his mouth, trying not to writhe but it was agony. No!! She practically crawled to his feet, lowering herself to the floor. Please! She begged, nearly in hysterics. Please I ll give anything for you not to kill him! "Anything?" Satan asked and Masamune tried to call out, make her reconsider, but was helpless with the vine gagging him. Megohime knew she would regret her words, but she nodded regardless. Anything, please, just don t kill him..! "Even your body?" He asked curiously, stepping closer to her. Megohime s vision blurred with tears as she nodded her head, whispering a yes. Masamune gave a muffled yell of protest and Satan pulled Megohime to her feet before pulling her close and kissing her gently."You have a deal " Megohime didn t kiss back, she only looked away once the kiss was done. At least for now Masamune was safe. He already had her soul, what was her body too? If saving Masamune meant he would claim both her body and soul when she died, what did it matter? "Let's show this boy how to really make love, hm ? How to truly make a woman beg for more " N No..! Megohime looked up at him with panicked eyes. Now..?! No please, God please not in front of him. "Yes, now. That's what you said. If I let him live, you'd give me your body." He said, smiling softly. Megohime felt her face and neck grow red, not looking in Masamune s direction. H He doesn t have to watch... She said softly. "Oh, yes he does." He corrected, "Absolutely he does." Please, please don t... She pleaded, trying to fight the issue, she already told Masamune she was betrothed, not having to sleep with another man in front of him? It was too much. "Then I guess he dies and his familiar becomes dinner." He stated lowly. Megohime swallowed back a sob, averting her gaze and nodded. Ok, ok... I ll do it.. She agreed. His smile returned and he kissed her again, "Good girl " He purred and started with slow touches. Megohime kept her attention away from Masamune, not doing much in response to Satan s touches and kissing. She stood rigid, tears pouring down her face, doing everything she could to muffle her crying. He was slow, gentle even. He took care to try and make her comfortable. With a note worthytry. After a while he began to force her to submit to him, his human guise fading to his true demonic form. He muttered spells and charms to her, ones that made her need him, crave him. Ones that made her sensitive to his workings. He took her roughly, bathing in her moans and her screams of bliss, finding Masamune's growing hatred all that more amusing. He forced Megohime to finish more times than she remembered counting, leaving her as a shaking puddle of a human. Megohime lay on the floor panting heavily, covered in his seed and sweat. She stared with a blank expression up at the ceiling, still under the many charms and spells he had cast on her, an unfocused look in her eyes. The one indication she was still in there was the tears that streamed down her face, humiliation and pain keeping them flowing. Satan cleaned up and redressed, "Well, I deal is a deal. I'll see you soon, Megohime." He said and vanished. The brambles dropped Masamune and he wobbled over to her."Mego? You ok? Did he hurt you?" Megohime slowly rolled onto her side, her back to Masamune. ..Don t look at me.. She whispered, curling up to hide herself. "Mego...it wasn't your fault..." He said softly, "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up, huh?" I I can do it on my own... She said softly, voice raspy. I m ok... He s right... I belong to him, I m only here to help with your curse, then I should go.. She managed to stand up with a wobble, limping toward the door. He grabbed her hand gently, "I wasn't joking about the fiance thing..." He said, "It isn't the best time, but...I made a ring for you with my own magic..." I can t..! He could hear in her voice that she was crying again, shoulders shaking. He was serious Masamune..! If he comes back a second time, he ll kill you..! What would I do then..!? "I can't just...let you go, Megohime..." He frowned, "I love you..." She only shook more as she fought her sobs. I don t. She whispered. She couldn t let Masamune be hurt again, let Satan come and steal away his life because she was selfish and wanted a normal one. I m sorry..! She pulled her hand away and limped away hurriedly, having to bite her hand to keep from crying audibly. He stood silent before the injuries from the brambles overtook him and he dropped to the floor in a heap. Megohime was nearly reclusive for the next few days, until finally, she was out and about, acting as if nothing had even happened, all except for her retreat on their intimate moments. She no longer flirted, didn t meet him at night, or even pull him away to steal a kiss or two she stuck her nose in her books and kept to her work. Masamune felt betrayed and heartbroken. He found Kojurou stuck in a bird cage and freed him but didn't speak to the familiar at all. He didn't even go near Megohime's part of the manor. He didn't even want to look at her, it hurt too much. He played with the ring he crafted before tossing it into the fire of his study, what was the point in keeping it? It didn t take Megohime long after that, she finished her research, and made notes for Masamune on what he would need to do. He could break the curse placed on him in two ways ask for her forgiveness and be forgiven, or kill her. She left the notes in a book, which she passed off to Kojurou. Tell him thank you for giving me the oprotunity to research such a thing. She said softly as she handed him the book. "You know...Masamune sama would be devastated to have you leave...are you sure you don't wish to stay?" He asked. She smiled sadly, and he could see the pain in her eyes. I can t... It s to both of our benefit that I leave. She bowed her head. Thank you, Kojurou. He nodded, "Your home is rebuilt and if you ever want for anything, you may summon me. I will be glad to help." She nodded and bowed to him, before turning and leaving with her things, heading off back to her home and away from Masamune s. Kojurou returned inside and Masamune stood in the foyer, "Is she gone...?""Hai. Forgive me, Masamune sama. She said it was for the best." There wasn t much to save from the orphanage, the entirety of the building had burned down, and even the stone fireplace was cracked and unusable from the intense heat.Yukimura had left Akihime and Daisuke on the third day after it had happened, heading further into the forest to be on his own. She weakly protested that he stay but he refused her, telling her he was a monster and being near him put her in danger. She didn't care, she loved him dammit. But she was afraid. Why did his magic flare up like that? It hadn't done such a thing in years. He didn t return from the forest he went into, finding a spot relatively deep within and setting up a makeshift home. He couldn t be near anyone, not if he didn t want them to die, because surely the same thing would happen again. "Leave him to die." Daisuke huffed, "We lost everything because of him." Akihime frowned and lowered her gaze."I can't just abandon him, Daisuke...he's been my friend since childhood. He has to know people still care." Daisuke was right, Yukimura was better off dying off somewhere alone where his power couldn t hurt anyone else. But still, Yukimura looked so empty inside, what his uncontrolled powers had done had crushed him. She refused to leave Yukimura on his own. Not when he needed her the most. So late at night, after Daisuke fell asleep, she snuck out and used a childish spell to find Yukimura, a glowing string like a thread she had learned were she ever to get lost. The string went deep into the forest, weaves around trees and over bushes, leading Akihime to the small camp Yukimura had made. It wasn t illuminated by a campfire however, not a single flame near the young wizard. "Yukimura...?" She called weakly. She was petrified, what if he attacked her? No, he wouldn't. He wasn't like that. She heard the soft sound of fabric and then the rustling of leaves, but she didn t see him. Akihime... it s just you.. He sounded tired, broken. You shouldn t be here.. He said softly from the darkness. "I...I wanted to bring you home...we're rebuilding, a little...we could use the help..." She said, "I...miss you..." He didn t come out of the shadows. I can t. It ll happen again! I can t I can t have it happen again.. "We'll take extra precautions this time.." She said, "Please, it was an accident...I'm not pressing charges...! I would never...!" I don t care about the charges... I killed them all Akihime, I m a murderer... I deserve not a single shred of happiness..! She could hear his despair, almost hear his tears. "But...we can fix this...everyone deserves happiness, Yukimura...!" She argued, "Please, come home..." Go! He snapped, voice trembling like he was forcing it to be angry. Go away from me! She flinched and stumbled back a bit before trying again, "I I won't...! I want you to come home! You're dear to me, Yuki, please, I can't lose you too! My heart wouldn't take it!" She swallowed her tears and gripped her dress, "I love you..." She whimpered out. She heard nothing, not even the sound of rustling leaves. Go away. Was the only response to her confession, nothing more. He didn t even show himself. "Make me." She whimpered, "I won't leave until you come with me." Fucking leave me alone!! He snarled, and a small sputter of fire illuminated the night, but not an attack on Akihime Yukimura must ve been losing his temper at this point. She screamed and ran away, tears pouring down her cheeks as she ran all the way back through the woods. It had been months since Megohime had left, and he hadn t heard anything from her, not that he much expected to, but still, it hurt.Kojurou forced him to go outside of his estate every now and again though, which he begrudgingly agreed and went into the local city to peruse goods spend time out in the fresh air.The city buzz seemed to be more lively than it usually was when he went into town, perhaps a festival? Did you hear? They got a witch! Blood Witch they said! They ll be burning her today at noon! Masamune felt his heart jump into his throat and he looked to Kojurou with one wide terrified eye."Kojurou...""Hai...I heard. I hope it isn't Megohime dono as well..." There was no way it was Megohime, Blood witches were hardly ever seen let alone caught, and Megohime was smarter than to let herself be captured. He still couldn t steady his pounding heart, and when the twelfth bell chimed, from the town square, a mixture of cheers and booing could be heard they had brought the witch to be executed on public display. He and Kojurou moved to see who the poor soul was, both praying it wasn't who they thought it was. It was hard to get a good spot to see, as the center was rather full of people, but Masamune and Kojurou managed to squeeze their way into the middle of the crowd, just close enough to see the person who was being tied to the stake on top of a wooden platform. It indeed was a woman, long black tangled hair covered in rotten fruit and vegetables as she was pelted with them, even a few rocks. She was silent, and didn t struggle, and kept her head down for the most part until a larger rock caught her in the forehead and jerked her head to the side.Masamune s heart nearly stopped right there.Megohime stared blankly at the crowd in front of her, slowly picking her head up as blood trickled down her bruised and battered face. Her eye was swollen, nose bleeding and lip split, but the worst was the cross that had been branded directly into her forehead. She looked tired, and both of her eyes were puffy from one could only assume tears, but she wasn t crying now. "Megohime!!" He shouted over the crowd and moved to push his way to her but Kojurou stopped him."If you help her, you will join her. Do not ask me to watch such a horror, Masamune sama." He said, looking heartbroken. Megohime could just barely hear her name be called over the shouting, turning to look. Her heart ached as much as her battered body, fresh tears pushing forward from her eyes. Why..? She croaked softly. Why are you here..? She looked absolutely heartbroken, sinking forward slightly against the rope, trying to fight the sobs that fought even harder to come out. The executioner reached the bottom of the platform, taking the lit torch from another hooded figure before turning and moving toward the large pile of kindling and wood beneath Megohime. "No...no, don't! Kojurou!" Masamune looked to his familiar pleadingly and Kojurou could only look away."I will not expose you and have you lost as well. Please forgive me, this ultimate sin is mine alone to bear." The cheering crowd around him punched a hole in Masamune s chest, the fire was lit and the crackle of wood told him it was starting to spread.The heat was intense almost immediately, Megohime turning her head away to try and shield her face from the heat, but it was slowly starting to envelope her. She couldn t be strong anymore, she broke down crying, shaking her head and apologizing to Masamune as her dress caught fire and her feet began to burn. "No!! No!! Megohime!! I forgive you!! I forgive you!!" He yelled, wanting to push closer, "I love you, Megohime!" He couldn t tell if his words got to her or not, her screams of agony being drowned out by cheering. The smell in the air was horrible, burnt flesh and hair, and as the flames swallowed Megohime, Masamune could ve sworn he saw another figure in the fire grinning back at him, Megohime s screams no longer audible. He covered his mouth to keep the vomit down before rushing passed Kojurou to find somewhere to empty his stomach. Kojurou frowned and placed his hand gently on his lord's shoulder."Ikuzo, Masamune sama...." The sound of a roaring blaze could still be heard from the town square, the horrible burning smell still sticking with Masamune. She was gone, the woman he loved, gone forever. His tears fell no matter how much he tried fighting them. He punched the ground hard over and over until Kojurou finally pulled him to his feet and guided him home. It wasn t fair, Megohime didn t deserve to die, not in the way that she did. Masamune would be plagued with nightmares of her death for weeks, her screams echoing in his head even after he had woken. It got to the point where he refused to sleep, his servants and Kojurou all worried for him and his health."Masamune sama," Kojurou said gently, "Killing yourself won't make things better...""I can't..." Masamune paused, fighting the throbbing ache in his chest, "I can't sleep without reliving her death...eating only sickens me...I don't know what to do..." He should ve given her the ring, tried harder to get her to stay. If he hadn t let her walk out the door, she wouldn t have been killed.Distant thunder broke the conversation, which was odd, since the skies had been clear all day, and remained so up until dinner time. However, when the servants peeled out the windows, dark storm clouds were clearly there. Well, only over the entire estate and surrounding forest. Katakura sama..! One of the servants gasped.Thunder boomed again, lighting lighting up the night sky what sort of phenomenon was this? Was it magic? There was no way such a storm cloud snuck up on them, and in the time and placement that it was happening. Kojurou moved to the window and glanced out to see if he could see what was causing the storm. If it was rival of Masamune's, they picked the best worst time to attack. He couldn t seem to pinpoint where the possible enemy was, but every lightening strike seemed to hit inside the forest that surrounded them. What was going on? While Kojurou tried to determine the cause of the odd storm, Masamune returned to his room to see if he could manage some sleep. The door shut behind Masamune with a soft click, the sound of thunder rolling in through the open window, which was causing the curtains to billow wildly from the bizarre storm just outside. The wind must have pushed the window open, plain and simple, only, he didn t feel alone.His ears picked up on the faintest of noise, the sod shift of fabric as someone moved, and a soft clack on the wooden floor in the far corner of the bedroom. Masamune looked over to where he heard the sound, too tired and depressed to really deal with an intruder. He just wanted to sleep, or die, which ever came first. He found glowing red eyes staring back at him, thin pupils like a cats or a reptiles, but whatever it was didn t move to attack. Masa...mune... That voice, he would know that voice even if his hearing had been robbed from him. It was the one that haunted his dreams, plagued him daily, his beloveds voice. His eye widened and he took a step back. "No...you're dead...I watched you die!" He covered his face and shook his head, "I must've passed out on the stairs or something..." He heard fabric rustling once more, and onther few clacks on the floor as the creature moved forward. M Masamune..! It called again, this time the voice quivering with emotion. Why was this thing here, tormenting him with his lovers voice?Megohime s face came just into view, the faint moonlight that did come through the window illuminating her face. She wasn t horribly burned, in fact, her face didn t have a mark on it. The only difference was her eyes. Though they remained red, they had a more feral appearance to them. She wore a black cloak, hiding her body, and she stopped where she was. Her face was twisted with emotion, looking like she would cry at any moment, but surely the horrid beast that was wearing her face couldn t shed tears. "Shut up! How dare you steal her face! Her voice! What, your master thought he could get another laugh in?! Is that it?!" He snapped. N No..! You re wrong..! She looked sad, tears black as tar slipping down her face. Masamune... it s me.. "Shut up!!" He shot a bolt of lightning at her, tears streaking his face, "She's dead! She's dead and it's my fault...I couldn't save her..." The beast took the lightening bolt with a grunt of pain, but only staggered. She lowered her head, face scrunching up as she began to cry. Where else am I supposed to go..? She asked him. She even cried just like Megohime. Why, why did it know how to cry like her? "Back to your master! I won't play his games, he already ruined my life!" He spat. He s not! She argued, sinking to the floor. He isn t my master! She cried, shaking her head. Please, Masamune..! She begged. Believe me..! "Prove it! Prove to me then!" His voice was shaking, "Prove to me you're really her..." She didn t know what else to do, she didn t even look human anymore.She produced something a small long object no longer than her arm setting it on the floor in front of her where the light fell on the floor. It was a bundle of cloth, and as inky black, clawed hands carefully unwrapped the cloth, he saw what was inside. A dried rose, a red one, still in relatively good condition. It s the only thing left I could find at my cabin... They burned it down.. It was the rose Masamune had given Megohime he never found it in her room after she had left, so he assumed she had thrown it away, but it was clear now she had taken it with her. He clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle his sobs, "How do I know you didn't just...dig it out of the trash?" Because it was all I had of you.. She whispered, touching the corner of the fabric tenderly. You threw the ring away, the rose was all I had.. I loved it so much..! "You left me!" He shouted, "May as well have told me you didn't love me! What was I supposed to do with a ring made for someone who ran away from me?! Huh?! Hang on to it and hope that maybe you'd come back?! You made it quiteclearthat you wouldn't!" She let out a soft sob, shaking her head as more black liquid dripped from her eyes. He would ve killed you..! What was I supposed to do? Watch you die..? "I watchedyoudie!!" His voice would have given out if he shouted any louder, "How is that a fair trade, Megohime?!" She only sunk lower to the floor, now looking like she was groveling on the floor. I m sorry..! I m sorry..! I didn t want to die..! I wanted to live, more than anything..! He didn't know what to do. His body felt heavy and gross and he just wanted to lie down. He sat on his bed and covered his face. "You should have stayed...I should have begged you to stay..." She shook her head, wiping at her black tears with the same all black hands of hers. He knew... He was watching... Every lit candle, every fireplace, he knew everything from the fire.. He shook his head, "You can't stay here then...can you...?" He asked weakly. Megohime looked down at the rose again. He doesn t have to worry about me anymore.. She muttered. He s keeping his eye on his living wives, and the ones with him now are keeping him busy... She looked sad. Plus.. Who would want to even come near me when I look like I do now..? The clouds outside had begun to shift and break apart, allowing more light into the room, now fully revealing Megohime. Horns sprouted from her inky black hair, which pooled around her as she crouched on the ground she wasn t wearing black clothing, in fact, she wore nothing at all. Her skin itself was pitch black, and the soft clacking he had heard earlier, was from her. Her legs were no longer human legs, but goat ones, complete with shark black goat hooves and shaggy, glossy black fur. I m disgusting..! "Not even a little bit..." He muttered, looking up at her, "Far from it, actually..." How could you even think otherwise? Look at this horrible body I m in! She clawed at her furry legs, face twisting to a scowl. "Mego..." He said gently, "It doesn't matter what body you're in...I still love you..." ...I love you too.. She whispered. I love you, I love you so much..! He stood and moved over, bringing her into his arms and holding her tight, "I thought I lost you forever..." She wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him tightly. I was so scared, I missed you..! "I missed you, too...so much..." He whispered, nuzzling into her hair. She cried softly against his chest, nuzzling him and apologizing through her tears. It seemed like the two stayed in each other s arms for hours, eventually moving to the bed to be a bit more comfortable. Megohime has her head rested on Masamune s chest, arms still wrapped around him as he held her. There was a knock on the door and Masamune glanced over."Yeah?""Is everything alright in here? I heard shouting a bit ago." Kojurou called. Megohime only turned her face away, hiding it from the familiar, her black body dark enough to be hardly seen in the unlit room. "It's alright, Kojurou...just some flashbacks from Mego's passing...I'll be ok.." Masamune said."Of course. Let me know of you need anything." Kojurou called through the door and left. Megohime didn t mind that Masamune didn t tell Kojurou of her presence, preferred it in fact. Once she head Kojurou s fading footsteps dissapear completely, she looked back up at Masamune, squeezing him gently. "You ok?" He asked gently, "That big ol' bag of feathers didn't scare you, did he ?" No... I m just worried about what he ll think of me.. She said softly. "He won't think any differently about you..." He said softly, "It's Kojurou.." She made a soft noise, looking back down at his chest. Ok.... Just, don t tell him about me just yet, ok..? "I won't...not til you're ready.." He replied. She would stay with him well into the morning, but would remain hidden inside Masamune s room when he had to go start his daily routine. When he came back, he had a stack of books with him, "Ok, so I did some reading and I think I found a way to free you from that bastard for at least a few decades." He said, setting the stack on the desk in his room.Akihime and Daisuke had to move, the towns people were getting restless with them there if Yukimura had burned the orphanage down, why didn't they die as well? Daisuke grew nervous they would put Akihime to the stake if they found out she had any magical abilities and thusly forced her to move, ignoring her protests to wait for Yukimura to come home. Megohime had drapped a blanket over herself and was sitting at the window seat watching the world outside. What? She turned to look at him, standing and moving over. Let me see. She was only wearing the blanket over her head and shoulders, as he found out she was easily able to change her form, making clothes a little tricky. However, due to her body being an almost light canceling black, the details of her naked body couldn t be seen easily.Even as Daisuke and Akihime travelled which Akihime did as slowly as she could in hopes of Yukimura turning up there was no sign of him. He must ve stayed in his spot in the mountains, but eventually even the townsfolk would find him, and they too might burn him at the stake. Masamune grinned from ear to ear, "Make a contract with me. Like I have with Kojurou." He said, "Become my Familiar.""D Daisuke, please...if he comes back or if they find him, they'll !""He didn't care about us when he left, he doesn't care about us now. If he wants to die, let him die." Daisuke growled. Akihime hiccuped, fighting new tears. Megohime stared at Masamune, mouth open slightly and her eyes slowly widening. Wha.. But Masamune, I m ademon! She said, shock and disbelief on her face.Bubbles rose from the depths of the lake, then seconds later, a figure burst from beneath the water, gasping and panting. Yukimura let himself float in the water, staring up at the sky as black dots danced in his vision from holding his breath too long. His lungs ached and his limbs were heavy with cold, but he had still been working for hours. He didn t really know why he was doing it, but he felt starting anywhere was better than nowhere. "So?" He asked, "It's only slightly frowned upon. And I couldn't care less about what people thought of me." He told her. She clutched the blanket close to her chest, a frown of worry spreading across her face. But what if they come after you? What if they try to hurt you..? She looked genuinely worried for him at least she wasn t completely a demon. "They won't because once you become my familiar, you can more accurately change your form and hide like Kojurou does." He told her. Megohime was still embarrassed about her inability to control her shape at times, changing form without meaning to and being unable to change back to the shape she wanted. She let her eyes drop to the floor and she nodded. I promise to protect you... I won t let anyone hurt you... "I know you will, Mego." He smiled, moving and trying to hold her hands, "You'll be free...that's all I care about.." She let him take her hands, smiling softly and turning her face away to hide it. H How do we make the pact..? Is it different when a demons involved? "A little? Since you're already here, I don't have to give up my blood to summon you." He grinned, "And I already know your name so the binding will be easy." Megohime fidgeted a little, and Masamune could ve sworn he saw a tail peek out momentarily from under the blanket. Ok, and what do I have to do..? "Well, I do need a couple, uh...Hell specific things from you...assuming you can go back. But..." He grabbed a book and flipped through, "I don't think they're wholly required at this point in time.." I can get them! She said almost too quickly, looking eager, infact, the tail Masamune thought he had glimpsed was confirmed when he saw it practically wagging. What do I need to get? I ll get them! He smiled softly and laughed softly, "Ok, ok...I can see you're quite enthusiastic about this. Um, for the binding and contracting of a demon we will neeeeeed..." He flipped through some more before finding what he needed, "a demon heart, a charred bone from a damned soul and a black gem." Megohime nodded. It might take some time to get those, but I can definitely get the materials. She said with a smile.The weather as of late had been terrible, heavy black clouds hanging in the sky over the city for days, a wind so cold it chilled you down to the bone, yet no rain ever came. With Akihime now out of work due to the orphanage being burned to the ground, Daisuke was only able to trade the wild herbs and vegetables he found in the mountains to trade in town for goods they would need. Akihime made herbal remedies with a bit of her white magic for Daisuke to sell as well things for illness or better health and things. They didn't always sell, but when they did the money was good. With the weather being so bad, a lot of her health remedies were sold by the crate load. He was restocking all the bottles when he heard a woman scream, and upon looking there were hoards of the undead running through the town and killing all in their path. His breath halted in his throat and he hid in his stall, covering his ears. Even with his ears covered, he could hear the stampeding of the cityfolk and the undead. Some shambled around like stiff corpses, and others ran and moved as though they still were alive. The noises only grew louder as the activity was slowly brought into the market where most of the people were already gathered were they going to find Daisuke? Could they smell him? He shut his eyes tight, hoping,prayinghe wouldn't be found. It was like he was in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. God, he didn't get to say goodbye to Akihime. He felt the small wooden stand he was hiding behind jolt hard and be pulled away from him slightly. His eyes met a giant of a corpse, blood and drool dripping from his open mouth as it stared down Daisuke, then it lunged for him with a growl. Before it could lay even a finger on him, something slammed the monster to the ground, a sword through its head.It was a girl, she stood up from a crouched position, pulling her short sword free of the monsters head with ease and looked around the area, probably for her next target. She only looked a few years younger than him, but she was dressed as a knight. He stared in awe of her before he was pulled to his feet."Are you hurt?" He looked at a young man about the same height as him, with black hair pulled into a small ponytail and calm blue eyes. Daisuke shook his head slowly, this young man was also dressed similarly to the girl who saved him. "Good, please evacuate to a safe distance. We will handle this." Daisuke only nodded before rushing off out of town. The young man moved to the girl and made a noise."Do you see what summoned them? A necromancer, anything?" He asked her. The girl shook her head, sheathing her sword on her hip and looking to him. I cant track down the caster, the dead and the townsfolks scent is masking his, but he s here. She spoke, but her mouth never opened, never moved, only the young man heading her voice in his head. He made a soft noise and looked around, "I'll do my best to find him, continue to return the dead to their rest." She gave a nod and headed off down the cobblestone road, rounding a corner and disappearing quickly to dispatch more undead. He sniffed around slowly, trying to locate any odd smells before calmly heading off toward the cemetery. It would be too obvious for a necromancer to be there but it was still worth a look. His form began to change into a large dog with fur black as pitch and he moved easily through the graveyard. With his sensitive hearing, he could hear his partner off in the city, still taking out undead, but she was hardly finding any trouble with them. That's good, at least. He never really had to worry about her too much. He kept sniffing around before finding what he wanted the necromancer wasn't too far from the graveyard, he could smell the magic and death over the stench of the graves. Minihime had finally tracked down and killed all of the zombies, cleaning the blood from her blade before sheathing it once more, she headed to where most of the townsfolk had gathered, waiting there for Hidemune. None of the people smelled like they had any affliction from the dead, which was good, but they still kept their distance from her, and she from them. "Mini." Hidemune moved over to her, fixing his armor,"Everything good on your end?" She turned to face him and gave a nod. Everyone here is fine, no one afflicted. She communicated as she moved over to him, resting one hand on the pommel of her sword. Did you find the necromancer? "I did, and he's dealt with." He answered before petting her head gently, "Good work today.""Hey!" Hidemune looked up when Daisuke rushed toward them, eyes wide in awe, "Let me join your knight order!" She seemed to rather enjoy him petting her head, smiling a toothy grin, beaming at him before it vanished when she heard the human boy speak up behind them. Her smile dropped into a scowl, and she kept her back to the boy, only glancing at him over her shoulder. "Ah, well there's a lot of training involved." Hidemune said, smiling softly. Daisuke looked enthralled."That's fine! What you two did was...incredible!" Minehime turned her head away from Daisuke, a soft scowl on her face. He s an idiot. Hidemune merely pet her head, smile never leaving his face, "Well, our headquarters are in the capitol if you're so interested." Hidemune could see the disgust and anger in Minehime s eyes, but the boy couldn t. He was naive, a fool, if he thought their organization was in anyway good. "Thank you! I hope we can work together some day!" He bowed quickly before going back into town to see if he could find where all his money and his shop had gone. Hidemune glanced down at Minehine and smiled softly."We have no say, Mini, you know that...if he wants to join, we have to give him our blessing.." Why, so he can become my handler? She let out a huff and turned her head away. The order already hates me, I wouldn t doubt they d hand me off to a kid like him. "Ah, but you would still have me around." He told her, "Come on, let's get going. What say you to some food?" Meat, I want meat. She followed after him, a bit of a bounce in her step as she followed. He chuckled, "Mutton? Cow? Chicken?" He asked as he headed off. Mm, mutton, with extra pepper. She said. "Mutton it is." He pat her head gently as they headed into the next town over, where Hidemune bought Minehime her own weight in mutton about two whole goats. "When we get home, we'll laze about and do nothing." Far up the coast, many miles from the city that was attacked by the horde of undead, was a small and peaceful little fishing city nestled in the side of a mountain. Most people made money selling fish and other sea life as food or medicinal products, and Nana and Motochika easily made their own. Motochika was beyond skilled at catching all kinds of sea life, and Nana knew which spices and vegetables went best with the sea life, and so flourished their little business of catching, cooking, and selling meals at a small stand, which brought in good money for the two, allowing them to purchase their own little home on the outskirts of the city. Motochika loved the exercise going out and hunting gave him, as well as raw snacks of crab and squid he snagged along the way. He loved providing for Nana and doing what he could for her. He loved her more than he loved the sea. Nana loved Motochika, and loved cooking the food he brought home for her. She would make him meals as well as the ones she would sell, cooking anything he asked, making him large and extravagant meals. She loved the look of excitement he got just before he d dig into the food. All was going well, their life was peaceful, and Nana s stores of herbs and spices was steadily growing as they made more and more money. He had returned from his catch with a full net of yellow tail and albacore, grinning from ear to ear, "The sea is kind yet again." Nana looked up with a smile from her herbs and spices she had just got from the shops, setting them aside and moving to give Motochika a big kiss on the cheek. It seems it has, thank you for catching fish for our shop, everyone has been begging we bring back the yellowtail dish again. "They thought they could hide from me, but I know the sea like the back of my hand." He said. Nana helped him bring the fish in and lay them out for cleaning and preparation. I ve never doubted your ability to catch fish. She praised. He smiled, "Oh, I know...I can't wait to see what you cook with the albacore." He licked his lips at the thought. Nana only smiled as she tied her hair and sleeves back, bringing out their knives so she could clean the fish. So are you done for the day or are you going back again? She asked as she cut the fish. "I might go back later so we're stocked up. But if you want me to stay, I would be more than happy " She nodded with a smile. Stay for lunch, then you can take the innards with you for chum. She said, motioning to the bucket of tuna innards she had to the side of her. Maybe he would catch a shark for once. The last time he did, the money lasted them a month. Shark meat was hard to come by, what with the creature being so dangerous and all. He felt himself salivating and wiped his mouth quickly. Nana would only laugh a bit and tease him about drooling, making enough food for Motochika and some for the stand, using salts to preserve the rest of the fish for later. "If you weren't such a good cook, I wouldn't embarrass myself drooling all the time." He grinned. She blushed a bit as she picked another pickled vegetable from her bowl of food, munching on it and averting her eyes. I It s nothing special... "You're kidding, it's amazing! I used to eat my food raw and I thoughtthatwas amazing!" He said. She only blushed more, looking rather embarrassed. Thank you... I was worried my cooking was no good, but I m glad to hear that you like it.. "How could you think that?!" His eye was wide in shock, "That's absurd...!" She held up her hands and shook her head. I I just figured I was average at cooking, and people only bought my food because it was cheap..! It sounded silly now that she said it aloud. Ah.. She sunk down, looking defeated. It sounds so ridiculous now that I say it out loud.. "Nana, you think too little of yourself." He moved closer and nudged her affectionately, "They buy the food cuz it's great...same reason why I eat it." She looked up at him and nodded, offering a shy smile. I ll work on my perspective... I do rather enjoy my cooking.. He kissed her cheek, "You're very talented, my little coral " She leaned against him and muttered an embarrassed thank you. The next day while they manned the food stall, Motochika was passing out food faster than Nana could make it. "Does no one eat enough these days?" Nana only shook her head. I don t know, but we might have to close the stall down soon, we re nearly out of fish here. She said with a disappointed frown. He waved his hand, "Nonsense, I'll go catch more, we'll be alright." She nodded as she cut up the last of the fish. Thank you, Motochika, you re a lifesaver. She said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. If you get something you want for dinner, I ll cook it for you. He gave a noise of delight, thinking of all the crustaceans he could catch and ask her to make. He removed his arms from the sleeves of his yukata and pushed it to bunch at his waist, "I'll be back before you know it." Be safe! She called after him as he headed off back toward the beach to catch more food for their stall, humming softly to herself as she worked. As he walked through to get to the beach, a scraggly little man eyed the spots on Motochika's back that no one really cared much about many assumed they were tattoos since he loved the sea and they did get the occasional spotted seal. But this man knew better. Much better. This town was a fishing town, but unlike most other fishing town, lore or mythical creatures wasn t much talked about, which was mainly the reason for the two of them moving to where they did, since not many people knew of the stories of Selkies anyway. He slipped away relatively unnoticed and made his way to where he knew Motochika and Nana lived, breaking in rather easily before he began rumaging around to find Motochika's pelt. Nana had felt so silly when she realized that she was running out of her spices and seasonings at the stall as well, having to close it down temporarily anyway to run home and get more. She was hoping she could get home and back to the stand before Motochika noticed, so she was in a hurry and didn t notice that the front door was slightly ajar as she quickly slipped inside. When she entered the living room, it was a wreck. Like a tsunami came through and destroyed the place. She heard something coming from the bedroom. Was Motochika here? She slowed down a bit, but was tense, moving toward the bedroom before calling out. Motochika? Did you forget your net? She called as she stepped into the bedroom. She heard a gasp before something swung at her and sharp white hot pain went across her eyes before complete darkness. Nana stumbled back, letting out a scream of pain as she clutched her hands to her face. The pain was really the only thing she could register, laying on the floor and trembling, barely hearing the footsteps that quickly fled the house. Motochika had finally returned with a full net, way too excited for crab and shrimp he was going to ask Nana to make. But when he returned to the stall, it was closed and she was gone. His spine tingled and he abandoned the net as he booked it back to the house. "Nana!!" How long had she closed the stall for? Had something happened? Maybe he had just missed her and she had returned home to look for him. When he finally came to their home, the door was left wide open, showing the mess inside. He could still hear someone rummaging around in the house, but Nana wouldn t have destroyed the house like that. "Nana!" He called out to her as he moved inside, "Nana, are you here?" As he moved further into the home, he was overwhelmed by the smell of blood, which was smeared all across the floors, on the walls and even on things that had been dumped onto the floor. There Nana was on the floor amidst the things that had been piled there, groping around with her back to him. Not here.... Not here..! He could hear her muttering, but she didn t seem to have heard or even noticed him yet. Her hands were covered with blood, leaving blood on everything she touched as she crawled along searching for gods know what. Had she hit her head? What happened? "Nana!" He moved over quickly, "Are you alright?! What happened?!" Nana slowly turned her head to look up at Motochika, only it was more than clear she only turned to face him judging on where she heard his voice. Her face was a bloody mess, and her eyes were completely destroyed. I I can t find your pelt... It s too dark in here... I I can t find the candles either... She sounded almost like she hadn t yet realized her situation, or rather her brain had short circuited. His eye widened in horror, "N Nana, your eyes..." He muttered, "What happened...?!" Something besides blood started to leak down her face, and he could only assume it was tears. I can t find it..! She wept, fists clenched and face twisting in anguish. He took it..! He took it..! She was shaking now, and looked pale. There was a lot of blood on the floor, but the bleeding from her eyes was already stopped, so she didn t seem to be in any immediate danger, but she was acting as if she hadn t just been blinded, more worried about his pelt again rather than herself. It had to be shock, Nana told him about it, saying it happened when someone witnessed something terrible, or when a grievous wound was inflicted upon a person. He moved over and frowned softly, "Come on, let's clean your wound." He said, helping her stand and walk, "What can't you find?" She held onto him firmly, stumbling and tripping as they went. Your pelt..! She was practically blubbering at this point. His blood ran cold. His pelt was missing? Oh, God, his pelt was missing. He sat her down and grabbed the first aid, "I'll find it, don't worry.." I thought you were the one in the house, I didn t think it could be someone else..! I m so sorry..! I m sorry! Her eyes were in bad shape, and though they were cut cleanly, infection could easily take her if her wounds weren t treated properly. Would she need a healer? Was there even one in this little city? Surely there had to be a human healer somewhere around here. He cleaned her eyes carefully and tried to keep from shaking, "Hey, hey, hey, it's ok...you're ok, I'm not upset...let's just worry about this, ok?" Nana was a little less than cooperative, shaking and crying from the pain of him having to clean her eyes. By the end, she was shaking so hard she had to lay down. "Do you want some of that poppy stuff? The, uh...milk of poppy thing?" He asked worriedly. She gripped her arms tightly, managing a small nod. But what about your pelt..? "I'll find it, don't worry...you did your best." He told her and kissed her head gently before going to grab a bottle of milk of poppy. Nana lay on the futon Motochika had haphazardly spread out for her, whimpering softly at the burning pain in her eyes from him cleaning her eyes. Before the shock had kept the pain away, but now it had faded away completely. He came back and gently lifted her head, "Ok, Nana, nice and slow.." He said as he brought the bottle to her lips. Her lips trembled, but she did just as he told her to. She drank slowly, small sips of the bitter liquid that made her tinge tingle. When she had a few mouthfuls, she stopped, only grabbing Motochika s sleeve. You should try to get your pelt.. Please, I don t know what I would do if you had to leave me.. "I will, Nana. I'll hunt high and low. Jist relax, alright? I'll find a healer for your eyes." He told her, "I love you so much...' I love you too.. He could tell the milk of the poppy was already starting to work, her speech becoming slightly slurred. He kissed her head down to her cheek gently before he left to go find his pelt. Nana wouldn t be going anywhere, slowly sinking into unconsciousness that swallowed her up like the sea. Motochika left the house and stopped just a few paces ahead of the house when he saw a man with his pelt. His blood ran cold and his eye widened."Why do you ?""I noticed your spots when you left the market. Ain't no one has tattoos like a seal on their back. It don't make sense. So I went to find yer pelt and that woman came in." The man huffed. Motochika clenched his fist tight."What do you want?""Yer nice house and yer woman ""I'll break your neck if you even touch a hair on her head." This scum, he had already blinded Nana and stolen his pelt, and now he wanted more? How greedy could he get? He wiggled the pelt and Motochika glared. There wasn't anything he could do. The magic of the pelt bound him to whoever owned it, so he couldn't raise a fist to him. He turned and headed back to the house, clenching his jaw when he heard the man cackle. Surely the man thought that Nana too was a Selkie, and he only wanted her pelt as well, surely this man wasn t so terrible that he.... No, no it had to be he had mistaken Nana for a Selkie, surely, if he knew she was human as well, he d leave her be. He wouldn't risk it. It wasn't going to let anything happen to Nana. He hurried back quickly and moved to hide Nana under the floor, hoping it would be enough to keep her safe. He would have to get her to a healer at some point later. It was pretty common for floorboards to be easily removable, with a small storage space beneath them for valuables, so it was really the only hiding spot he could put Nana in without taking her out of the house. She was out cold at that point, so even when he rushed her over to her hiding spot, she hardly stirred. He pet her hair and kissed her head for maybe the hundredth time before moving and setting the floorboards back. He was so scared, he couldn't leave her there forever. She would have to stay there for now, neither of them had much of a choice. He could move her when she was safe from him, but Motochika knew he would be watching the home closely, waiting for both himself and Nana he would just have to keep her asleep with the poppy milk for now, and pour broth down her throat when he could. If the man, Shusuke, wasn't in the house ordering Motochika around, he was taking the money Motochika earned from the stall. At least the times he wasn't hanging around Motochika could take care of Nana. Nana would require constant cleaning and re bandaging of her eyes, which only caused her more pain, and in turn, required her to drink more poppy milk. She didn t seem to care or notice rather that she was being stuck under the floorboards, only ever murmuring about Motochika s pelt. "I found it, Nana..." He said gently it was safe enough to have her out of the floor just for the night. He held her tight against him and pet her hair, "I found it...I just gotta figure out how to get it back..." Nana was coherent enough to hold a conversation with Motochika, holding onto him loosely. I m glad... I m so glad.. I wish I could do something to help.. He shook his head, she could feel his chin rub against the top of her head, "No, you did great...don't worry about it." She held him tighter and shook her head slightly. I d do anything... Anything if it meant you got to be free.. She whispered softly, and he could tell she was getting drowsy again. "Rest some more, Nana...I'll be right here.." He told her gently, petting her hair. She gave a slow nod and rested head head to his chest, sitting with him in silence, her breathing becoming slower as she fell asleep once again. He held her tighter and exhaled, sitting awake all night just having her in his eyes. Morning would come and his routine would continue he cleaned her eyes out and fed her what little food they had left in the house that Shusuke hadn t eaten, before giving her more milk of the poppy for the pain she suffered from him disinfecting her eyes. He hid her under the floor again, hoping she would be asleep long enough that if Shusuke came back he wouldn't notice where she was. Though Nana was hardly sober, she would still float in and out of consciousness. Motochika told her it was important to stay quiet no matter what, so even when she woke in a drowsy state, she did her very best not to move a muscle. What woke her this time was loud talking and footsteps above her, but she didn t recognise the voice at all, but then she heard a second voice Motochika. "I'm hungry. Make me dinner.""There's no food, you ate it all." Motochika sounded exasperated and angry. Shusuke made a noise and moved to sit down."Where's your woman?""I told you, I sent her away since you destroyed her eyes." Motochika growled. Shusuke scoffed."Shame. I wanted to use her.""You disgusting human fucking filth." Was this the man who had come in and taken Motochika s pelt? She felt an anger burn in her chest, but she remained still, only lightly clenching her fist. If he hadn t stolen her sight, she could ve helped Motochika her his pelt back, and now, she would never get to see his wonderful smile again. She remained silent, swallowing her rage. "There's nothing more for you here. Just leave. Return my pelt." Motochika demanded. Shusuke made a noise."Your homeisnicer than mine." Shusuke said. As Motochika spoke, something he hadn t noticed before caught his attention, and it made his blood run cold. The wooden plank he had been moving everyday since he hid Nana under the floor, the only thing between this man and Nana the edge of the rug was tucked into the board. He must ve not noticed it in his haste to hide Nana earlier, but he had accidentally tucked the rug into the floor, exposing he had been lifting it. He tried to keep his expression annoyed but the color drained from his face regardless. Shusuke noticed right away."What?" He asked, squinting at the Selkie. Motochika shook his head calmly."Nothing. Just annoyed that you won't leave my home." He just couldn t look at it, all he had to do was avoid looking at it or thinking about it until this man left, then he could fix it. But he caught himself glancing at it every now and again, hoping Shusuke wouldn't catch him at any point doing it. But the human was getting suspicious, he noticed. Shusuke was going to catch on. Thankfully Nana seemed to be asleep, not moving or making a single noise at all, now he just needed to get him out of the house. "If you're quite finished harrassing me, I would like for you to leave." Motochika huffed. Shusuke made a noise and stood."Fine. I'll come back tomorrow." He stated. Motochika let out a mental breath of relief. Thank God. Just a few steps, just a few steps more and then Nana would be safe from this evil man. "Oh, Chosokabe..." Shusuke called. Motochika clenched his fist."What?""What's under the floor?" Motochika's heart stopped. He had noticed? Oh no. Oh God, no."Nothing. Please leave." Motochika said. Shusuke scowled and made his way over to the floor boards hiding Nana. Nana s medicine had started to wear off, and the pain in her eyes was so terrible she was sweating, but she had to keep quiet. Her heart pounded in her ears so loudly, she hardly heard the exchange between the two above her, only holding her breath. She heard the floorboards move and she was grabbed roughly."You hid her!""Of course I did, I had to protect her!!""You did a piss pour job doing that, pal!" Nana cried out as she was grabbed roughly and dragged partially from her hidding spot, unable to see anything at all that was going on around her. So she was found? What was going on? Shusuke pulled Nana from the storage and threw her to the ground. Motochika moved to her quickly and picked her up gingerly."Are you alright, Nana?" He asked gently. She looked a little pale, was sweating and shaking, but other than that, looked fine. She nodded, a look of fear on her face even though he couldn t see her eyes anymore. I I m ok..! She said quietly. "Well, I guess I have two bitches now." Shusuke said. Motochika held her tighter."No. She's blind, she can't do anything without help, let her go!" He argued. Shusuke gave a thoughtful noise before glaring."No." He answered flatly. I don t understand.. Nana whispered, holding onto Motochika for comfort. What s going on..? "He wants to enslave you...like he did with me." Motochika frowned softly."Not want.Will." Shusuke said. She looked scared, scared to death, but she tried to be brave. Please.. She was speaking to Shusuke now. Please, you may have all of the money we have, but please return Motochika s pelt, I beg of you..! "Mm nah I'm ok with having two people do what I say for free ""You son of a bitch." Motochika shot up but Shusuke stopped him."You can't touch me, remember?I own you." There was nothing either of them could do, Motochika was bound to his pelt, and Nana couldn t leave due to her blindness. Over the next few days, he worked the both of them like dogs, sending Motochika out to sea to catch food for both the house and to sell, not giving him any time to rest or be at home, while Nana wasn t ever allowed to leave the house. He expected her to cook and clean, and Nana did her very best, but being blind made things hard. She cut her fingers trying to prepare meals, had a hard time properly cleaning the fish and often left bones in the food by mistake. She would burn her hands cooking food over the fire, and getting around was more difficult than anything. She tripped and fell so often, her knees were scraped up, and quite a few dishes were broken, resulting in her having to crawl half the time. Cleaning was also rather hard, she missed many spots when dusting or sweeping, and laundry took many hours more than it should have. "You know, Nana..." Shusuke said as he sat in his chair, "There's a real easy way for you to free Motochika." Nana perked from trying to prepare tea for Shusuke, turning her head to face where she heard his voice. Th There is..? "Mhm. It's rather simple. You service me like you would him and you can have his pelt back." He said. S Service.. Her face flushed in embarrassment, and she turned her face away from him, gripping the front of her yukata to keep it closed. She was quiet for a long while, before she finally spoke. If I agree, you would promise me that you d return his pelt to him..? She asked quietly. "You have my word." He smirked, resting his head on his knuckles. She pressed her lips together, and he could see the internal struggle on her face before she finally answered. Please just return his pelt to him.. I ll do what you want.. Just... Just please don t tell him.. She said softly. "I won't say a word " He replied, "You're so good to him, you know " His words were cruel and she knew it, but she truly just wanted Motochika to be happy, even if it meant her own unhappiness. She stayed quiet, slowly pouring his tea, and then carefully moving toward him with the tray, pushing it across the floor toward him. Your tea.. He took it and made a noise, "Untie your yukata." He ordered, "I want to see your body." Nana flinched at his words, not expecting him to ask her anything so soon. Hai. Her voice was barely a whisper as she slowly untied her sash, letting her yukata fall open and expose herself, slowly pushing it open further. She heard him almost moan and it made her sick. "No wonder he's so protective of you " She turned her face away in shame, wanting to cover herself so he couldn t see her, but she only sat there. She had full breasts and hips, and her pale skin was unblemished down the entirety of her slender frame. "Come closer." He ordered. God, was he going to touch her? Wasn't looking enough? She needed to swallow down any emotions about the situation, she had to, if she was going to free Motochika, then she had to. She slowly and carefully moved closer, stopping when she felt her knee touch his. His hand fondled her breast roughly, he gave a low noise of satisfaction before his hand moved to grope her hips and thighs, "Very nice " Nana was shaking a bit, keeping her lips pressed firmly together as he felt her. May I go..? She asked quietly, just wanting nothing more than to redress. He frowned and made a noise, "Yeah, sure.." He said. She quickly pulled her yukata closed, tied the sash, then turned to leave. Excuse me. She said before leaving the room as quickly as she could without tripping. The rest of the day seemed to go on as normal, and soon Motochika would come home and Nana started her job preparing dinner. She would really only be serving one Shusuke going back and forth between the cooking area and where he sat waiting for his food, Nana coming and going with his plates. She was seeking to get used to the lay out of the house, only keeping her hand against the wall to make sure she didn t stray, but suddenly she stumbled and fell to the floor hard with a crash of the ceramic plates and a cry of pain. She hadn t seemed to trip on anything, at least nothing that was obvious at first. "Nana!!" Motochika hurried over to her, Shusuke laughing loudly from his seat. Motochika helped her sit up carefully, "Are you ok?" She pulled her foot toward her, which was dripping blood and had a large shard of glass in it luckily not too deep. I I think I stepped on something.. She muttered, gingerly feeling her foot. He grabbed her wrist gently, "Don't touch it..." He said softly, before grabbing two rags and putting one in her hand, "Bite down on this if it hurts, ok? I'm going to pull out the glass." Nana nodded and put the rag in her mouth like Motochika had told her to, biting down lightly on the rag to keep it in her mouth. He took the glass in his hand and carefully removed it, not wanting to cause anymore damage to her foot taking it out. Nana stiffened and bit down hard on the rag, letting out a muffled noise of pain. Blood leaked steadily from her foot after he removed it, dripping onto the floor and making a mess. It was strange though, since Nana had dropped the plates after she had fallen, and it was glass she had stepped on, not a piece of pottery. Motochika used the other rag to wrap her foot and stop the bleeding, "There we go, all done...I'll finish cooking, you take it easy, ok?" He said and carefully picked her up. He shot a glare at Shusuke, who was stifling more laughter. Nana s entire souls felt deflated, she could hardly do anything on her own, and Motochika was tired enough going out and fishing from before sun up, until after sun down, and the entire time she was trapped with Shusuke. His demeanor toward her only got worse. He would caress her butt as she went by him, would reach into her yukata to fondle her breasts, and would even try to reach up her skirt. She pushed away as delicately as she could, but it only brought violence. After he made her kneel on uncooked rice for nearly two hours, he would often tie her up or punch her in the stomach until she was sick. She hid all of this from Motochika, only saying she was tired from working all day.It was one day where Motochika had only been gone for a few hours when Shusuke was in another one of his moods, and decided Nana would be his entertainment. "How's your foot today, Nana ?" Shusuke asked, "Still hurting ?" Noth Nana and Motochika knew it was Shusuke that put the glass where Nana would step on it, but neither one said anything. Yes.. She frowned softly as she worked slowly on folding Shusuke s clothes. "It's a shame about that I wonder where that glass even came from " He said. She didn t react, she knew that s what he wanted, for her to get mad and accuse him. I must ve not cleaned properly.. She said softly, setting aside another folded article of clothing. He moved behind her and reached into her yukata, groping her roughly, "That's ok I can forgive you easily " She stiffened against him, making a weak noise as he groped her breast, making her drop the piece of clothing she was trying to fold. His other hand moved between the fold to play with her clit slowly, his lips moving over her neck in gentle nips. She began to tremble, sinking forward slightly to brace her hands against the floor, cheeks and ears flushed. She hated how her body betrayed her mind, that his touches, with how rough and unwanted they were, made her feel so good. Pl Please not right now... She begged in a whisper. "I didn't know I gave you a choice." He growled lowly, "Keep quiet, dammit." Nana shut her mouth as ordered, the house dead quiet, but soon, he could hear her ragged breathing. His fingers were slick with her juices, and her heat was trembling against his fingers. A soft whimper escaped her mouth, and she only hung her head, digging her fingernails into the wood floor. He smirked darkly and pushed his fingers into her womanhood, his palm grinding against her clit as he fingered her. A strangled moan escaped her, and she pressed her knees together, hips jerking and her thighs trembling. She was too preoccupied with the pleasure he had forced upon her to realize she was practically rubbing herself against his hand. Her swollen clit ached, and his fingers inside her was just enough to start to stretch her. Happy place... Anywhere but here... Her first time with Motochika was a good one, he was gentle or at least tried and it was clear the both of them had no experience at all, but it felt good. She remembered how he had touched her, his hands rough, but gentle, his touches slow.Nana let out a gasp and whimpered, moaning weakly and gave a few quick hard thrusts, fists clenched as she reached her climax. She could feel it, it made her belly hot, and her thighs twitch, her breath hitched and she couldn t help but whimper and grunt.She wanted Motochika to touch her more. The hands moved away from her body and she felt him move away from her, "Alright, sorry to bother you " She could only stay where she was on the floor, still shaking a bit. She grasped the hem of her yukata, gasping softly she could feel her juices trickling down her thighs. She felt her eyes burn, she was so embarrassed, how could he have made her finish so hard. She could hardly stand as her legs trembled so much, barely being able to mumbled out something about cleaning up before wobbling off. This would continue for a while, so often that she had nearly forgotten why it was even happening. Wasn't he going to give her Motochika's pelt? Shusuke was starting to get physical in other ways with her too, he d tie her hands behind her back and force her to stand, only to hit her hard in the stomach. If she fell over or threw up, he would only smack her hard across the face, yank her up and stand her up again. This alternating with him touching her made her withdrawal. She did her best to remember why she was letting him do such things, why she would willingly suck him off, then have him kick her in the ribs until she was sick, for him to humiliate her and make her beg for him to make her feel good, then trip her and make her fall.Shusuke even started to send Motochika away for the nights as well to try and catch sharks, giving him more time with Nana.One night, Nana felt like things were moving to far too fast. She had been in her bed when Shusuke decided to join her, touching and rubbing her, rubbing himself on her and even kissing her. She protested weakly as he started to undress her. W Wait, please... M Motochika would find out if I got pregnant..! She squirmed under him, trying to push him back. He snorted, "Let's face it, Nana, he ain't got time for you any more. When was the last time he kissed you, or held you? Hm?" Nana s lip trembled, and she couldn t hold it in anymore, it hurt too much to pretend everything was ok. Because you tell him he can t..! She finally snapped out. Please, haven t I done enough..?! Please just give me his pelt..! He huffed and she felt him get out of the bed, "Alright. Fine." He muttered bitterly. Nana practically scrambled up in bed, fixing her clothes and sniffling a bit, was he really going to give her Motochika s pelt? She heard him shuffle around before walking back. He took her hand and laid the soft pelt across her arm, "There. You held up your end of the bargain." She brought the pelt close to her chest and inhaled, feeling her eyes burn with tears. It smelled of the sea and was just as soft and warm as she could remember. Thank you..! She wept softly, hugging the precious pelt to her chest. He grunted and moved away, "Yeah, yeah..." He muttered. Motochika didn't come back until late in the night, covered in bite marks from fighting with sharks. But he caught one, at least. Nana had stayed up just to meet him when he came to the door, but Shusuke had gone to bed long ago. Motochika..! She clutched the pelt to her chest, a smile on her face for the first time in weeks. I found it! I found your pelt! She whispered excitedly. "What...?" Motochika moved over, "You did...? Where was it?" I I couldn t exactly tell... I I couldn t see, but here! She held out the pelt, smiling so much it hurt. Now you don t have to listen to him anymore! He took it and his expression dropped, his chest feeling numb, "N...Nana..." How could he tell her? Her hopes were so high. "Nana, this...this isn't..." His throat felt tight, like he would suffocate. She knew right away, but why? Why would he do this? She let him do all those terrible things, made her do all those terrible things. I... She could feel her bandages soak up her tears. I thought.. Motochika held her tight, feeling his own eyes burn, "No, it's ok...you probably did your best to even find this pelt...we'll get my real one...don't worry..." Nana was completely heart broken and crushed, she was so sure that if she held up her end of the bargain, that she would get Motochika s pelt back. She was a fool.The next morning, when Motochika had left for the day, Nana confronted Shusuke on the matter. "Mornin, Nana." Shusuke smirked, "How'd you sleep ?" Nana could hear the smirk in his voice, and it made her angry, he gave her a fake and he knew it. You re terrible..! I did everything you asked! Every humiliating thing! Her eyes burned from her tears, fists clenched. You said you d give me Motochika s pelt! You lied! "Oh, was that the wrong one?" He asked, giving a fake pout, "Sorry, seal pelts bring in a lot of money, I might have sold it " Don t lie to me! She suddenly snapped at him, clenching her jaw. You made a promise to me, I held up my end, you have to give me the pelt! She heard him get up but didn't expect the hard slap across the face that soon followed, "Don't you dare raise your voice to me, you whore." He snarled. Nana collapsed to the floor with a gasp, holding her red cheek in shock. He had hit her before, but this one had surprised her. Please give the pelt back..! She begged, sitting upright again. "Shut up!" He kicked her hard in the gut, "Why would I give that stupid meat head his pelt, huh?! You don't think he wouldn't kill me as soon as he got the chance?!" Nana cried out, curling into a ball and gagging a bit, coughing and wheezing as she tried to catch her breath. I I won t let him, I promise you, if you just walk away, give us his pelt back, we ll leave! He kicked her again, harder which was surprising for a man of his stature. "I said shut up!!" Nana felt like she was going to pass out, heaving and getting sick all over the floor. He rarely kicked her this hard, was he really this scared of Motochika? Please... Please... She whispered softly. "You'll have to pry it from my cold dead hands." He hissed. She groped around, reaching around and grabbing Shusuke s ankle. Please, I gave you everything I had..! "It isn't enough. Get off me." He growled and kicked her hands off his leg. Nana stayed on the floor, holding back sobs as she held her sore stomach, feeling her bandages soaking up her tears. He huffed and moved to the other end of the house to cool off. Nana just crawled her way to her bedroom once she had enough strength to move, laying in bed and cradling her sure to bruise stomach. She cried softly, staying in her room, not wanting to move at all. For the next few days, Shusuke would take advantage of her while Motochika was away. Use her for his own needs and nothing more. Tell her that he was the only one who could make her feel good, and that Motochika had long since stopped caring for her. If he loved her, he wouldn't let his exhaustion get in the way of showing her affection. Nana started to cave more and more to his demands, suck him off? Fine, what did it matter? Play with herself while he watched? Whatever, it didn t matter anymore, let him fuck her, what was one more thing added to the pile of degrading things? She laid on the futon as he undressed her, groped and touched her, even spreading her legs when he ordered. It was her fault Motochika didn t love her anymore anyway. There was one night that Motochika was home for the night for once. There was nothing left for him to catch without him needing his pelt. So Shusuke just let him stay. He didn't care. He was in the dinner room, drinking their sake and getting drunk while Nana cooked. "This is the life " Shusuke slurred, "Eh ? You've really made a life for yourselves " Motochika said nothing, just drank the tea Nana had made him. It was his only comfort tonight. Nana had started to wilt more and more, even when Motochika was around, sitting silently with her head bowed, saying and doing nothing. No matter how much he pestered her, Nana always told him she was fine, but he knew it wasn t true. He would see her red cheek when Shusuke slapped her, her busted lip and bruised wrists. Seeing the state Nana was in made Motochika vehemently angry. But there was nothing he could do. Shusuke was stuffing his face and speaking with his mouth open, "Your cooking is getting way better, Nana " Nana pressed her lips together and lowered her head, gripping the skirt of her yukata with bruised and shaking hands. "Hey, Motochika did you know how good in bed she is ?" He asked. Motochika choked on hos tea and coughed heavily, patting his chest hard. He heard a sharp gasp, Nana bringing her head up in shock, mouth open and her expression twisting into one of humiliation. I I.. "You touched her...?" Motochika asked lowly. Shusuke laughed obnoxiously."Oh yeah a lot especially when you were out late eventually she would just beg me to fuck her " Shusuke replied. Motochika gripped the tea cup tightly, clenching his jaw hard. Nana hunched over, practically trying to disappear into herself. Please stop.. She begged Shusuke quietly, keeping herself as small as she could make herself. "You know what was the best part ? She couldn't get enough of me, begged me for more " Shusuke slurred. Motochika was so angry that he broke the tea cup in his hand. Nana flinched when the cup broke, only sinking to the floor farther. Please stop..! She begged him, her tears soaking into the bandages over her eyes. As Shusuke burst into laughter, Motochika found the largest shard from the cup and launched over the table, tackling him and driving the shard into his neck. Nana knew what was happening, knew exactly what was happening. She hunched down as far as she could and covered her head with her hands, cowering as Motochika stabbed Shusuke. Motochika continued his rampage, only seeing red. He didn't care about his pelt anymore, didn't care for this selfish prick or how he treated him. All he cared about making him pay for taking advantage of Nana. He cut his palm on the porcelain from Shusuke's blood but he didn't care. Even when he stopped struggling, Motochika continued to stab him. Red was all he could see, the rage in his body burning like a fire. He stabbed so many times, he had practically taken off Shusuke s head, and was only stabbing into the floor. Red took over his entire body, made him feel fuzzy, made him lose himself, so he hardly noticed when he picked up Shusuke s body by his neck, only it wasn t Shusuke he had picked up, but Nana. He threw her into the wall, thinking it was still Shusuke, but when his rage had quelled some and he could see straight, his eye widened in horror. "Nana..." He moved over quickly and knelt beside her, "O Oh God, Nana, I I'm sorry...! I I didn't...I I would never...!" Nana was on the ground, already trying to push herself back up, coughing from Motochika s vice grip around her throat. I It s ok..! She said quickly, reaching out and trying to put her hand on him to both calm him and steady herself, but she struggled to find him. I m ok..! She said between coughs. He took her hand gently, he was shaking, "I I'm sorry..." His voice started shaking and cracking as he cried, "I'm so sorry I let him do that to you, Nana...please forgive me, I'm so sorry...!" She clutched his hand tightly, shaking herself. It was clear now about everything, her quickly shrinking demeanor, her bringing him a seal pelt thinking it was Motochika s, it was all Shusuke. While Motochika was gone all day, he was inflicting unending torture on her day in and day out. He cried more and held her tight, sputtering apologies into her hair. Everything was his fault. The pact had been made, Megohime s soup had been bound with Masamune s and in exchange, Megohime gained more control over her own form, and Masamune gained an incredible amount of magic. "Holy cow.." Masamune outstretched his hand and sparks danced between his fingers without him even straining, "Jesus, Mego, you're incredible!" Megohime peeked over Masamune s shoulder, cheeks flushed a bit. Are my powers really that strong..? She muttered. I mean, I did feel a bit different when I was reborn... But I just assumed it was because I was in hell.. "Well, that might have been part of it, but you are! Kojurou could never give me this much...!" He said. She looked a little embarrassed, scratching her flushed cheek with a clawed finger. I I could give you more..? She offered, looking up at him, as if asking for permission. "Oh, no, I'd probably pop if you did." He smiled, "This is perfectly fine, I like it!" She nodded, staying close to him as he tested out the range of her powers. When she had finally revealed herself to Kojurou, and had first made the pact with Masamune, Kojurou had coached her a bit in how a being a familiar to a wizard worked. She was a source of power, and upon making a pact with Masamune, was able to use him as a conductor of sorts, channeling her magic through him and allowing him to make it his own. There were risks however, if she were to funnel too much magic through him, his mortal body wouldn t be able to handle the strain and he d get hurt. "Man, I can do anything." He said softly before looking back at her, "Let's head off, I want the Wizard's Tribunal to meet you. Or as I call them, the Gaggle of Nerds." She blinked, looking a little nervous. I I... Is that ok? I m still a demon after all..! She pointed out, something he always teased her about for a demon, she sure fussed over him like a human. "Ah, what will they care? A familiar is a familiar " He replied as he headed off, Kojurou seeming to appear from a burst of feathers beside him. Megohime sputtered a bit before giving up, and following after him, catching up to him and sinking quickly into his shadows. She was still so shy about being around others, but she had her reasons one could hardly see Megohime in Masamune s shadow anyhow, it only appearing slightly darker. "That's still such a weird thing.." Masamune said, "Every time you do that, I get tingles." Oh, sorry, do you want me not to? I just figured it d be easier to walk around town if I was here.. Her voice came from his shadow. "No, no, it's ok!" He said quickly. Kojurou chuckled."Spirit familiars do not do such things." Y Yeah, but you also don t terrify townsfolk and make them want to put you at the stake! Megohime protested from inside Masamune s shadow. Kojurou noticed Masamune's expression sadden a little and he made a noise, "True. But you will learn." Megohime was quiet, and if she wasn t hiding in Masamune s shadows, Kojurou was sure Megohime would ve been studying Masamune s face. Sorry... I ve tried changing my horns, but they never do.. It sounded more like she was apologizing for the stake comment. "It takes time. Pacts are two way. Masamune sama will give what you need to change." He told her. Masamune laughed softly."That's why Kojurou looks so ruggedly handsome.""Urusai." Ah, I d rather not look like Kojurou if I could. She teased, stifling a bit of laughter. The walk was a nice one, the most of their journey being through the massive forest that surrounded the Date castle, Megohime quiet as they entered town. They moved through town with relative ease, reaching a large manor about half the size of Masamune's. Masamune knocked with the giant door knocker ans the door opened on its own, "We're here!" Masamune smiled. Is it a meeting hall? What do you do here? She stayed inside his shadow even as they entered the elegant looking manor, the doors closing behind them on their own, just as they had opened. "It's like a fancy club house. We kinda just talk about achievements and studies. Sometimes we gather together and discuss discoveries." He told her, "You can come out, it's a safe space." His shadow darkened, then swirled as Megohime rose from the inky blackness, moving close to him and holding onto his arm, looking around with wary eyes. Are you sure it s safe? You warlocks seem to be the rash type. She muttered, half joking. "Wizards, dear " He corrected, "IfI were a warlock, I wouldn't need you or Kojurou " He teased. She looked up at him with an uninterested expression. There s a difference? She said flatly, almost like she was picking fun at him. "Why yes. You see, warlocks are powerful enough that they don't need beautiful women to borrow magic from like me " He purred. Her cheeks flushed and she quickly looked away. Urusai..! She muttered. He grinned and kissed her cheek, "Make me " She mumbled and caved. Just take me to your gaggle nerds you re so fond of.. He grinned and walked with her out of the entry way and into the main room, where a large group of men stood around talking to each other. Megohime looked around in awe, there were more people than she thought, all rather distinguished looking. She recognized a few people who were standing in the room were familiars, and quite a few other men had animals with them, also familiars. When the wizards all turned to greet Masamune, they all stopped and stared in horror. At Megohime. Megohime felt increasingly uncomfortable, lowering her gaze and gripping Masamune s sleeve tightly. I I don't suppose they re looking at you, right..? "I wish they were..." Masamune whispered, his voice tense. That's when they all shot some kind of element at them fire, ice, lightning, anything they had they sent toward them. But it never touched them. Kojurou stood before Masamune and Megohime, his hand outstretched and the magics dispelling harmlessly. Megohime had her eyes closed tightly, death gripping Masamune s sleeve, but she wasn t just cowering. Shadows slowly rose from behind her, her robes moving like she was summoning power, and a mass of writhing, inky shadows towered over her and Masamune. Her face was hidden by the shadow cast over her face, but it was clear she was more than a little upset. "Are you out of your mind?! Binding with a demon?!" One of them yelled. Masamune scowled."She's not a demon, she's my girlfriend.." He stated. Maybe we should just go.. Megohime whispered, keeping her gaze down, fighting the scowl that twisted her face.All the familiars in the room were tense wolves growled at her, cats hissed, snakes coiled up, and birds flapped their wings. Girlfriend..?! Another man protested. Date, have you lost your mind..?! She s a damned demon! She isn t some nymph you found in the forest! "She's more than a demon! She was a witch, she's smart and amazing and wonderful! And I..." He stopped and lowered his gaze, "I lost her...this is the only way I could get her back...""Well, as tragic as that is, you aren't welcome here as long as you have her.""That's fine by me." Masamune huffed. The shadows slowly receded, and Megohime looked to Masamune in shock. Wh Masamune, no! Don t give up your Tribunal! I can just stay at home..! She protested quietly. "Not welcome means I have to give you up, Mego. I don't need these nerds anyway. Kojurou.""Hai." Kojurou bowed to the wizards and his fellow familiars before moving to leave with Masamune. Masamune held Megohime's hand, shaking gently as they left. Megohime didn t have any words to speak as they left, only glancing back at the room full of wizards and familiars before the doors slammed shut behind them. Megohime frowned, looking down at Masamune s hand holding hers, eyes sad as she simply followed, feeling him trembling. "Masamune sama?""I'm fine, Kojurou. Let's just go home. I'll find my own resources without them." Masamune stated. Megohime squeezed his hand gently as they walked, opting to remain at his side rather than return to his shadows. They took the back ways out of town so no one would freak out over Megohime's appearance. Masamune had long sense calmed down by the time they made it home but he kept holding her hand as they moved inside."Kojurou, could you ask the kitchen to make me some tea? I need to rest after all that.""Of course, Masamune sama." Kojurou replied and left through the opposite door. Megohime s ears fell a bit, frowning softly in worry. Masamune... I m sorry, I should ve protested more... I didn t think they would attack you like that..! He shook his head, "Don't worry about it, Mego. None of it is your fault. They don't understand the circumstances, only see the dangers." He told her. She pressed her lips together, but nodded, following him up to his room. Can I do anything for you? "Keep being your same, beautiful self.." He told her with a gentle smile. Her face flushed clear to her ears, and she sputtered a bit. Maybe you actually did get hit by a spell, you seem to be a bit delirious. "Maybe." He said before moving into his room, "Or maybe being near you makes me that way." You re terrible at flirting you know. She said softly, closing the door behind him and moving to draw the curtains to darken the room for him. He moved to his chair and sat back, "Yeah, but it works." He smiled softly. Megohime was a bit embarrassed to admit he was right, only moving over to the fireplace and starting a small fire to warm the room. I I only humor you, you know, I am a demon after all, I m terrible and wicked..! She fed the fire small scraps of bark and old news papers, blowing on it gently. "Wonderful and charming.." He corrected, smiling as he watched her, "Far more beautiful than before.." Megohime tried to hide the fact that she liked the compliments he gave her, but her tail swaying slowly gave her away. H Hardly... Only my face looks relatively human.. "That's no bother to me. I see you now as I saw you then, a beautiful and smart young witch who got swept up with a schmuck like me." Her tail only swayed more, like a pleased house cat after a treat from its master. I I won t deny that you re a schmuck.. He was her ear twitch, like she was listening hard for more compliments? "A very lucky schmuck." He smiled, "More blessed than cursed to have such a lovely familiar until time stops." Megohime couldn t stop the smile or fight the tingling in her cheeks, loving every single word he spoke. I m sure Kojurou appreciates the sentiment. She joked, fire finally steady. She turned and moved over to Masamune, siting at his feet and resting her head against his thigh. "Ah, Kojurou is the cursed one, he's stuck with me." He chuckled, petting her hair gently. She closed her eyes and relaxed against him, enjoying him petting her hair. Just like he s cursed with his ruggedly handsome looks thanks to his master? She teased. He laughed softly, "Yeah, if he had his way, he would just stay as a bird " She opened her eyes and turned her head to look up at him. Did he look differently before? She asked curiously. He nodded, "Yeah, when I summoned him, he was just some fuck huge bird...like a peacock but not. He had the fancy tail feathers and his body shimmered a pale emerald.." Huh.. Megohime rested her head back on his leg again. I ve never seen a spirit familiar be summoned.. Only ever demons. "It's kinda similar, just no blood or bones and things.." He said, "Only elements..." I bet it s much prettier to see too. She said softly, watching the fire flicker and slowly consume the logs in the fire place. "Yeah, in a way..." He replied, drifting off a little with this relaxing moment he was having with her, "Your ritual was pretty too, because you were there.." The tips of her pointed ears burned red, and Megohime gently took Masamune s hand, nuzzling his knuckles before kissing them gently. Smooth talker.. She said softly. He laughed softly, "Yeah...I do my best.." Megohime held his hand and listened to his breathing until it became slow and steady. Once she was sure he was asleep, she carefully removed his boots and set them aside before covering him with a blanket, standing over him and gently brushing his hair from his face. You don t even have to try you know.. She whispered, then headed down and out to the garden. She didn't know long she had been sitting out there before she felt another presence, "Didn't want to be cooped up in there?" Kojurou asked gently as he approached. Ah... Sorta.. She said, resting her chin on her knees. I figured I d let him sleep for a while. She was watching the butterflies and dragonflies that flew in and out of the garden, a soft frown on her face. I almost got him killed again.. "I don't believe Masamune sama sees it that way.." He said before gesturing to the spot beside her, "May I?" She looked and nodded, motioning to him that the spot was all his. I know, but how he feels is different.. In reality, had I not been there, they never would have attacked him.. "They would have turned on him eventually, regardless of his ties with you.." He told her, sitting beside her calmly. What do you mean? Do they want to hurt him..!? Megohime asked, perking up and staring at Kojurou with worried eyes. "The other familiars have spoken to me as a curtousy about the feelings their masters have for Masamune sama. Apparently, no one had really liked having a cursed wizard in their midst so they were planning to take his life should his curse become a problem." He said, "But they would have a difficult time with us around." He smirked. Megohime s face grew serious and she nodded, clenching her fist. They wouldn t even get too see his face. She said firmly. "They would barely come close to the manor before dealing with us." He said, "Your abilities as a familiar are only stronger with you once being a power witch in your time." Her expression only fell again, and she sunk back down. In my time, huh...? I accidentally let it slip, the whole burning at the stake thing, his face looked so sad.. "It is still a rather sore subject for him. But in time the wound will heal. Faster now with you returned and safe." He assured Not much of me returned really.. She said with a sad smile. But I appreciate your words. "What do you mean?" He asked, "If you don't mind my asking?" She felt the same tears of frustration coming to her eyes just like every time she looked in the mirror. My body, it s barely human, the only thing human about me is my face... She held up a pitch black arm, claws glinting in the sunlight. Sure I m a familiar, but at least you have a human form... "You have a singular form that looks human despite these things." He told her, "I was not born with a human guise, mine was given. Do not let such a small thing such as your appearance hinder you, or you won't serve our lord well." Sure, it sounded rude, but he was right. Her gifts differed drastically from his, but they both served Masamune the same. She blinked and let her arm drop back down to her side. He was right, she was so focused on how she looked, that she hadn t even really let it sink in just how much more powerful she was now. She rested her chin on her knees, thinking quietly. Masamune had never been bothered by the way she looked, even with her hooves and tail, he still flirted with her. He still pet her head, and he still tried buying horrendously ugly dresses for her to wear. There was a faint gust of wind and feathers and Kojurou no longer sat beisde her instead was a large shimmering mint colored bird with the sharp features of an eagle with large delicate tail feathers that cascaded down the garden stone and swept gently along the grass, "I am not human, do I not serve Masamune sama well?" He asked, his beak not moving but she could hear him clear as day. She turned to face him, tears in her eyes. You do.. She reached out and carefully touched the birds cheek, cupping it gently with a clawed hand. You protected him when I could not, and you kept him company when I could not... I m so grateful to you, Kojurou, you ve kept what I love the most in this world safe.. She said with a soft smile. He trilled softly, enjoying the soft show of affection, "It is my duty as his familiar to serve and protect him. I will serve you as best as I can as well." I ll do my best from now on as well. She said, wiping her tears away with a firm nod.The two of them felt it at the same time, crushingly overwhelming magic, approaching fast through through the forest just in front of them. It had appeared out of no where, neither of them feeling it until it was nearly on top of them. Kojurou jumped back into his human form immediately and barely formed a protective barrier in time. The magic was so overwhelming that it forced him to take a knee just to keep it up. Megohime was barely even able to summon her shadows to protect herself with, struggling to just keep them up and around her. Wh What s happening..!? She choked out, watching as a massive looming shadow slowly appeared in the tree line of the forest. What.. What is that..?! The massive creature had two glowing eyes, and from its shadowy mass looked to be sprouting tree roots and branches, but that was all that could be seen. "I'm not sure. But I can assure you, it is not human and it is horrendously powerful." He said, his voice straining. Suddenly, the magic that made the air heavy vanished, the wind stopped, and the creature stopped moving forward. It appeared to be looking at Kojurou, letting out a deep rumble before speaking in an equally deep and ancient voice. You... You re the current heads familiar, are you not? Kojurou cancelled his barrier and stood carefully, dusting off his coat, "I am." He replied simply, his voice still shaking from struggling with his barrier. Why do you allow that demon to live then? It rumbled, meaning Megohime. I m just as much his fa Silence. The forest itself rumbled, and birds flew from the trees in fear. "I allow her to live because it is the will of my lord to have her live." He answered calmly. He turned his head Megohime and gave a small nod, "Please let me handle this, Megohime dono.." Megohime didn t argue, only nodding, still shaking from the overwhelming power this being had exuded. And why does her permit such a thing to live within these walls? Walls? Did it mean the forest? "She was once a witch that he had fallen in love with. She was returned to him after her death and transformation. She means no harm to the forest, she merely wishes to live in peace with my lord." He answered. It seemed to think about Kojurou s a series for a moment, then it exhaled slowly, the large glowing eyes disappearing as it closed them. Very well, I shall accept your answer. "I appreciate that. Arigatou." He said humbly, bowing respectfully. The creature only gave another low rumble, then slowly receded back into the forest, much more quietly then one would expect of a creature so large.Megohime turned to look at Kojurou, face pale. What was that..? He shook his head, "I'm not sure. Maybe Masamune sama will know.." He said. How did he not wake up from that..? She slowly got the her feet, stumbling a bit before looking to the castle, which was completely quiet. "I'm sure he's up. Come on, let's go see if he knows anything." He said and headed inside. Megohime nodded and followed Kojurou inside, heart still pounding from seeing the beast, had that been what was chasing her through the forest? When they returned inside, Masamune was in fact awake and was working hard in his alchemy room."Masamune sama?""Kojurou!" Masamune flew to the railing to look at both of them, "Thank God, you're both ok!" Megohime still felt like she d turn to jelly right there. Hardly, but still in once piece thanks to Kojurou.. "I've been trying to figure out what that thing was!" Masamune seemed eccentric as he headed back into his alchemy room. Kojurou furrowed his brows gently."You mean you don't know?""No! Why would I?!""Well...it is your property, Masamune sama.." Kojurou said as he headed up the stairs. Megohime made a face, using the shadows in the hallway to move closer to Masamune upstairs, trailing after him. That thing, it chased me when I first came back, it had the same energy to it. "It did?" Masamune looked back in shock before looking down, the gears in his head turning. Kojurou entered the room, looking as serious as always."I've never felt any other energies coming from the woods before. So whatever it is, it's powerful." He said. Megohime made a face. But I m sure it didn t look like whatever was outside just now, it wasn t that big or even remotely that shape for the matter. "Maybe dad's old journal has something about it.." He said and headed out of the room to go to the library. Megohime trailed after him, hairs on her body still standing on end. I ve never felt magic like that, it felt like the magic that flows through the earth the kind that nymphs and other earth spirits use only magnified countless times... Masamune made a noise, acknowledging her words as he dug through the shelves for his father's diary. "He never liked talking to me, my dad...not after my curse..." He said, finding the book and slowly flipping through the pages. Megohime frowned and looked down at the floor. He didn t try to lift your curse? "Nope." He didn't even look up from the diary, "Too ashamed, I guess." Megohime felt her heart weigh heavy in her black chest. She didn t know what to say, her mother didn t exactly raise her to have a wide friend circle anyway. I m sorry. "Don't be, it isn't your fault." He finally looked up at her and smiled softly, "I appreciate that you even tried to lift it, even though I forced you." Minehime and Hidemune had both completed another job, and after returning to the capital and giving their report, they were given a few days off as a break. "Ah, it's good to be home.." He said as he moved to lay in his small cot, "I missed you most of all, bed.." Minehime flopped down on the cot, letting out a soft sigh. It s nothing compared to a nest, but it feels good enough.. "I bet if you could, you would steal all the blankets and pillows and make one of the corners your whole territory " He teased with a smile. Th That s not how it works! He could see her blush from his bed. He chuckled softly, "Oh, it isn't? Unfortunate." Well, not how my species made nests... We usually carves out nests from rock, usually somewhere warm like hot springs or volcano s. That or we found out abandon nests. Her nose wriggled, and she sat up. That kids here. "Hm?" He lifted his head, "What kid? Oh, the young man from the corpse village?" Yeah, dunno why he s here.. I guess to sign up. She huffed softly. "He did mention that he wanted to.." He said, "We can't do much about it.." He sat up and sighed softly. "Well! Shall we go meet the new knight in training?" I d rather not. She sat up and stood anyway. But you seem to like him, so whatever. "Aw, he may be different from the others." He said as he stood. He headed out of the barracks with her and headed to the main hall to see the recruits. Sure enough, Daisuke stood with the rest of the young men, looking as determined as the first time. They ll either all drop out or die. Minehime crosses her arms over her chest. I can guarantee half of them have never even held a sword before. Minehime like most of the other magical beings used in the orders had very good reason for her bitter attitude toward humans, they had taken her from her home and enslaved her, making her kill her own kind. "Hai. But if we're lucky we will get some kind souls." He told her, "We've had a couple of those." And look where their kind souls got them dead. She said disappointedly as she stood beside Hidemune, scowling softly. He pet her head gently, "But we've had them. Remember there was one that brought you back jerky from his patrols " Minehime didn t like to talk about the soldiers who despite knowing she was a dragon, was kind to her. She chalked it up to her human appearance, that resembled a young girl, but never the less, Hidemune knew Minehime had mourned just as much as their families had when they were killed. They re all gone now. "Hai...it might be my fault." He said, leaning against the railing, "I am an omen of death, after all.." No! Not at all! You re wrong! Minehime moved closer to him. Its not your fault, it s the King, he s the one doing this terrible thing! He looked down at her and gave a soft smile, "Of course...forgive me.." Amaya was still trapped inside the small cabin in the woods, chained to the wall with a hot brazier nearly pressed against her. She was Sasuke s play thing when he needed, and when she wasn t, he tortured her for information, yet she gave him nothing. "You can't feel him anymore or something?" Sasuke demanded, "I need you to find him!" Then find him yourself. She said weakly. I already took you to him once.. "Find him again!!" He yelled, grabbing her hand and forcing it into the braizer. Amaya wailed in pain, trying to yank her hand out of the fire, kicking and struggling against him. No! "Do it!!" He yelled, "Do it or I swear to God, I'll bind you to a crate and use you to keep my food cold." The pain was too much, and he felt her go limp against the wall, then her arm cracked and her hand broke off at the wrist, falling into the fire. He threw her arm against her chest with a scowl, "Useless." She almost looked flesh colored at this point, and her face had droplets of water on it, expression one of twisted pain. He turned to leave, to let out his stress on some whore, only to stop when he saw a girl at his door. The girl that protected the warlock from him."A Ano," she squeaked, "I was wondering if...you could help me find someone..." Amaya had only stirred because her ears picked up a voice she didn t quite recognize. She could barely peel open her eyes to see what was going on, needing a moment to see in the dark cabin.Deep in the mountains, night had fallen upon Nana and Motochika as well, and the two had stopped hours ago to make camp for the night, the soft crackling of a fire somewhere in front of Nana as she sat on the edge of the boulder Motochika had perched her on. She let out a soft moan as she kissed him again, almost with desperation, cupping his cheeks as she held him close. Her skirt was pushed up to her hips, and the top of her kosode loose around her shoulders and exposing her breasts. "What are you doing here?" Sasuke growled. Akihime frowned softly."The man you tried to hurt before...I want you to help me find him.." She pleaded. Sasuke scowled."I'm not a charity. If I find him, I'm killing him."He was trying very hard not to be rough with her, but he could hardly control himself."Are you sure about this, Nana?" He asked gruffly. Help him? Why did she want to help her master? She sat up slightly, struggling to do even that simple task, making the chain around her neck rattle a bit.Nana nodded, breathing slightly uneven. It s different when I m with you.. She reached up to touch his face gently. I can tell it s you... So it s ok... I need you, Motochika.. Akihime frowned and moved toward her, "Are you ok...?" She asked gently. Sasuke scowled more."I didn't say you can come into my home!"He frowned softly, "I can hardly control myself, Nana..." Amaya shied away when Akihime came closer, but couldn t do much else. Why do you seek out my master? She asked in return.Nana leaned up and kissed him again, tugging at the belt that kept his trousers on. I ll be ok.. She whispered back. Akihime frowned softly, "I love him..." She muttered, "How can I help you...? Do you need magic to heal? Take some of mine..""Yours?" Sasuke repeatedMotochika nodded and ran his hands over her thighs and hips as his lips moved over her neck and collarbone. Amaya s eyes flickered over to Sasuke, a faint frown on her face, hesitating before she spoke again. Leave. Nana relaxed into Motochika, pressing herself flush against him, pushing open the front of his yukata to kiss his chest. "Please, just take a little.." Akihime pleaded softly, "I don't care what he does to me...I just want to see Yukimura again..."He growled lowly and untied her yukata quickly before pushing it from her body. He easily turned her in his lap so her back was against his chest. His teeth moved over her neck and shoulder gently as one hand groped her breast while the other slowly worked her clit. If I take him to him, he will kill him. She said firmly. Leave. Nana gasped and bit her lip, having to put one hand on his thigh to keep herself steady. She felt herself growing wet from his touches, aching for him to touch her more. "I I can't...I need ti find him..." She said, before crying out when Sasuke grabbed her roughly."You're a witch?!""A white mage, yes! Please, you're hurting me!"He grew more firm with her, relishing in her sounds as he continued to please her, biting into her neck firmly. The chains rattled again as Amaya jerked forward, watching Sasuke but saying nothing.Nana gasped and dug her nails into his thigh, slowly thrusting her hips against his hand, rubbing her clit hard against him. She let out another noise, a soft whimper of need escaping her, feeling her thighs tremble and her belly burn hot. "You probably want that warlock to make him stronger, huh? Help him kill more people!""N No! Yuki never meant any harm! He felt awful every time his powers grew out of control!" Akihime argued, trying to break free of his graspMotochika listen intently, working her faster as he paid attention to her cues to gauge how close she was. Amaya watched the two, a faint frown on her pale face. Who was this girl to her master? Was she important enough to keep alive?Nana soon couldn t sit upright, having to hunch over in his lap and giving quick small thrusts. He could tell from her noises she was close and desperately trying to finish herself off, rubbing herself roughly against his hand. M Motochika..! He could smell her heat, smell how excited she was she was trembling. Her whole body trembled, even her core. She stopped for a moment, a brief moment as she turned to face him again, straddling his leg and wrapping her arms around his neck before she started to rub herself against him. She locked his lips with hers in a deep kiss, muffling a soft moan as she rocked her hips faster and faster. She watched Sasuke strike her in his rage, busting her nose and blackening her eye and splitting her lip. She only sobbed and begged for him to stop before he finally beat the consciousness out of her, and she fell limp in his grasp. He scowled and threw her beside Amaya before he left, locking the cabin behind him.Were his hands not enough? Did she nit want to be touched like that, she would rather do it herself? It frustrated him but he didn't make her stop instead he grabbed her hips and helped her move so she coukd recieve her satisfaction. Once Sasuke left, Amaya moved over to Akihime, resting her hand gently on her swollen cheek, then her eye, using her own body temperature to help with the swelling a bit. She couldn t use her magic, but it was the least she could do. Perhaps she was her masters apprentice? A lover?Nana held herself close to Motochika, wanting to face him even if she couldn t see him, it just felt right that way. She whimpered and gasped, her movements becoming sloppy, then slowing as she reached her orgasm. Motochika could feel how wet she was through his clothes, Nana holding onto his shoulders as she kissed his chest. He picked her up suddenly and gently laid her against his pelt to keep her comfortable and warm, crawling over her slowly and kissing her gently as he removed his trousers. Nana kissed back, cupping his face and slowly moving her leg to hook it over his hip. The fire and the pelt kept her warm, but the cool breeze that would come through the mountains would give her the chills. He completely undressed and moved to start pushing into her, the tip of his cock sliding into her easily from her wetness. Nana made a faint noise as he pushed into her, making Nana hold herself close to him. She wanted for him to touch him more, to touch him more. I love you. She pulled away from the kiss to whisper. "I love you, too.." He whispered back, petting her sides and her hips and ran his hands up her back slowly as he began a steady pace. The two made love several times that night, and by the end, the both of them were exhausted, cleaning up the best they could without a creek or river to bathe in before going to sleep. When Akihime returned to consciousness, she saw Sasuke taking advantage of the ice sprite and gasped, "Get off her..!""Shut up or you're next." Sasuke grunted. The sprite actually seemed to be in pain, pushed up against the wall, bloodied face pressed into the stone and her fists clenched. She made no noise, said nothing, only continued to quietly endure it. Akihime could do little to help, wrists and ankles bound tightly, Sasuke even going so far as to chain her ankle to the wall as well. "Why are you doing this...?" Akihime asked weakly. Sasuke gave a grunt as he finished and Akihime looked away when he moved."Because magic users are disgusting and should be put to death.""If you did that then you would have no healers!" Akihime argued. The sprite collapsed to her knees and sunk to the floor, looking like she had a fever of sorts could sprites even get fevers? She managed to glance at Akihime, but said nothing as she spoke with Sasuke. "She's dying, please, let me take care of her...!" Akihime begged, "Let me give her some of my magic!""And why would I do that?" Sasuke glowered. Akihime bit her lip as she desperately thought of an excuse."I If she dies, you'll never find Yukimura!" She argued. Sasuke scowled heavily and moved away."Fine, hurry it up." He said and unchained her ankle. Akihime scrambled to Amaya and held out her hands."Please, take as much as you need." She pleaded softly, "I can't stand to see you suffer..." It took effort for the sprite to lift her head and look at Akihime, making a face but not moving an inch. The look in her eyes was clear, if she died: she wouldn t have to betray her master again. She bit her lip and urged her hands closer, "Please...?" The sprite refused to yield, no matter how many times Akihime would offer over the next few days.Akihime herself would suffer, she would have to watch or listen to rather, when she squeezed her eyes shut when Sasuke interrogated or forced himself on her. She would beg and cry but it would always result in her being beaten too. She wanted desperately to help the sprite, as all living things deserved kindness, but it was so hopeless. She even tried using her magic to send little wisps to find Yukimura but they fizzled out and died before they reached the door. The entire house was warded heavily, which was probably one of the reasons the sprite didn t use her magic to escape, the other being the constantly burning brazier Sasuke kept going placed close to her, keeping her weak. After helplessly listening to Sasuke abuse Amaya physically and sexually for maybe the hundredth time, she sat up after he had gone and moved to Amaya, "Ne...let's face it..." She said softly, "He's probably already found Yuki by now...the way he keeps coming and going..." Tears filled her eyes and she gave a shaky breath, "What if he's already dead...?" Amaya lay limply on her back, no longer having any clothes to wear at all, bruises and burns all over her body. She was missing her leg now as well as her arm that never healed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. She clinched slightly when Akihime spoke of Yukimura, but kept her gaze forward. "What if...what if you bonded with me...? I can take you far, far from this horrible man and we can help people together...! Wouldn't you like that...?" She asked, voice cracking as she cried. Why would I help humans...? Look at what they do... She rasped weakly. "Because we are all not like that man...your master was kind to you, wasn't he...? Please, let me show you that others can be kind, too.." She hiccuped. Her master had been kind to her, he never yelled at her, or beat her, let her come and go as she pleased. Fine... She said softly, offering out her cracked, but still mostly intact hand. Akihime smiled weakly and took her hand, gentle sparks and swirls of magic wrapping around their hands like a bind. Amaya relaxed slightly, feeling Akihime s magic flow unto her, as Akihime felt Amaya s own magic entered Akihime. She was much weaker than Akihime had originally anticipated, but with new magic in her she would slowly strengthen. "Daijoubu..." Akihime smiled softly, "We can leave as soon as your strength returns..." Her healing would have to be done slowly if they were to avoid alerting Sasuke. She would have to leave her hand and leg missing as it was, but other than that, all of her other wounds would be able to be cared for. Akihime did her best to give her healing in small bursts, trying not to alert Sasuke. The hunter still took advantage of Amaya and beat her, which made things harder and made them lose decent progress on her healing, but Akihime knew they would break out soon. Amaya would only be able to be healed when Sasuke left, which he did often, but he came back and beat her just as much. She did all that she could to stay true to her word to her new master, obeying Sasuke the best she could, but it only seemed to aggravate things further. "We'll leave tomorrow, Ama..." Akihime whispered after Sasuke had passed out, "We'll get out of here and we'll never see him again.." Amaya would need to work all night to recreate her leg fast enough to be able to run, but slow enough to not kill Akihime. She gave a silent nod, already working on reforming her leg, at the same time, holding the chain that connected to the iron collar around her neck, trying to make it brittle so it could be broken. She watched silently for a long while, fascinated by her abilities to rebuild herself like that so easily. "Sugoi..." She breathed. She only glanced over, saying nothing as she continued to work before she spoke. I ll work on breaking your chain next. "Arigatou...don't push yourself, ok?" She said softly, "Take your time.." Amaya only nodded, freezing her chain and forming her leg taking some time, but she finally broke the chain, leg fully formed. Moving over to Akihime and taking the chain in her hand to freeze it. She watched with tired eyes, having stayed up the whole time to keep Amaya company, "You're so pretty..." She muttered groggily, "You and your abilities...are just so lovely..." Amaya kept her eyes down on her work, saying nothing as she froze the chain keeping Akihime locked up. Her master had said the same thing when they had first met, he only ever had kind words. When the chain was weak enough, it shattered and crumpled on the floor. Akihime had passed out, unable to keep her eyes open any longer. Amaya struggled a bit to pick up Akihime, as she had held off reforming her hand so she could form her leg faster, but soon got her over her shoulder and quickly moved toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" Sasuke was watching with a murderous gaze from his bed across the way. Akihime stirred from being jossled around and lifted her head."Ama...?" She asked groggily. Amaya scowled heavily and tightened her grip on Akihime before kicking hard at the door, but found it had been sealed with anti magic wards. Sasuke got out of bed and Akihime gasped loudly, trying to raise her hand without falling out of Amaya's grasp."Amaya, what's his name?! Do you know his name?!""Shut up!" Sasuke grabbed her by the hair and tore her away from Amaya, making her scream in pain as she tried to ease the tension. Amaya was pulled backwards when Sasuke yanked Akihime away, nearly falling flat on her back, but quickly righted herself. Sasuke! She said quickly, moving and launching herself at him, pushing him away from Akihime and taking him to the ground. Sasuke slapped an anti magic ward on her as well as one that sapped her magic, which Akihime felt both of as she pointed her hand palm out at Sasuke."I bind you, Sasuke, from doing harm! Harm against other people and harm against yourself!""I said: shut up!" Sasuke shoved Amaya back and marched toward Akihime. In a panic, she spoke quicker."I bind you, Sasuke, from doing harm!! Harm against other people and harm against yourself!!" She evoked again. Sasuke rose his fist to hit her but it stopped midway, becoming sluggish. She evoked again and his fist came to a full halt gnashing his teeth."You dumb bitch," he strained, "don't you realize what you're doing? She's a danger!""She has done nothing to no one! You are the danger!" Amaya could feel her magic steadily fading out of her, but still had enough strength to move back to her feet and over to Sasuke. She plunged the jagged end of her arm where her hand had been broken off into his side, pulling it out quickly as his blood seeped out onto her arm, causing steam to rise from her flesh where the warm blood touched. Akihime gasped softly and Sasuke grunted before falling to the floor. Akihime took Amaya's hand gently, "Come on, let's go..." Amaya followed after Akihime removed the wards from the door, the two of them stealing away quickly in the early morning hours. Once they got far enough away, she stopped to look Amaya over, "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Amaya shook her head, the blood on her arm now frozen, but it did look like it had partially melted her arm a bit. I m fine you seem alright as well. She said, glancing her over. "Just a little shocked.." She replied, "I'm glad...I'm so glad you're ok.." Her voice started to crack as she fought her tears. We aren t safe yet, She grabbed Akihime s wrist, pulling her along quickly. We need somewhere safe to hide. She followed, trying to stop her tears, "We can hide in my home, there's a cellar under the floor in the store house...!" Alright, take us there. She said with a nod. She nodded and lead her back as quickly as she could. Her town wasn't too far from where Sasuke had been holed up, thankfully, so it only took an hour or so to get there. When she reached her home, she moved to the store house and slid some crates aside before opening the cellar, "Here.." Amaya moved down the wooden steps into the cool cellar, a bit of relief washing over her. I might need time to recuperate.. Even with our shared magic. Akihime nodded, "You may stay down here as long as you need. If he comes back, I'll do all that I can to make sure he doesn't find you." Kojurou couldn t stop thinking about the beast the resided within the forest, how had they not noticed it before? How could he not even sense something so large now that he tried to? All of it was strange, and the library so far had yielded nothing. He figured he could probably find out on his own and set out into the woods around the manor. He walked as deep as he could curious at all the magical flowers he had never known to grow. "Curious..." He muttered. The further into the forest he got, the older and more untouched by the outside world it seemed to grow. There would be dense underbrush, creatures new to him, plants new to him yet the sunlight was always the same. It never grew dark in places or even especially bright, staying a consistently pleasant light that was filtered through the branches and leaves. Animals stopped to watch him, and he even could have sworn to see fae peeking around branches at him as he passed, but soon he felt another set of eyes on him, one he could not seem to locate, but it was not the gaze of a predator her was sensing so what was it? He looked around slowly, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up slowly. But he didn't move in a hostile manner, just continued to venture through. None of the animals seemed frightened of him, or acted aggressively toward him, only watching before continuing on with what they had been doing. What brings you to my forest, Katakura sama? A woman s voice spoke up to the left of him, but he saw no one, only trees. He stopped and looked around slowly, "I wanted to meet the one who called these woods home." He heard a soft chuckle, one of great amusement. These woods are far more than my home. The voice said. You should know that much, familiar. "From what I've gathered, you are correct." He said, "I still wish to meet you." There was a slight pause. Very well. She answered, and a soft breeze seemed to rustle the leaves of the trees around them, the tree before him seeming to blur before his very eyes, before it was replaced with a woman. It was hard for his eyes to comprehend how she appeared, almost like shehadbeen the tree or had she formed from it?She was tall and wearing a dress that looked to be made of leaves, but at the same time they seemed to be sprouting from her flesh itself, which had a faint green tint to it. Her hair was golden like the rays of sun that fell through the trees onto the forest floor, and her eyes like that of amber sap. Nearly a dozen translucent wings spread and stretched from her back, fluttering a bit, their appearance that of a dragonfly s wings two long pointy ears protruding from her hair. I assume this appearance will be easiest to greet you in, it usually is. He was taken aback, she was far more beautiful than any fae he had met before, "Stunning..." She stared at him with a slight look of bashfulness on her face, the very tips of her ears flushed slightly. I thank you for your compliment... It s been some time since a man has said so, as my last civil interaction with man has been around half a century or so ago. "That's around the time the manor was built." He said gently, "So that means you've lived here for longer." I have. She nodded. Many centuries before your home was built. She said. But I m sure you didn t just come here to ask of my age. He shook his head gently, "No, honestly...our first encounter was too brief for my satisfaction." Oh? She tilted her head, looking slightly puzzled. What more did you require? She asked. "I apologize if this comes off as abrasive, but what exactly are you? Clearly not faefolk or a spirit..." He said, "Too beautiful to be a demon.." She smiled again at the compliment, turning her head down slightly. Perhaps you re more in the dark than I expected. She looked up at him, seeming to radiate with power as she did so. I m a god, and this forest is my realm. He blinked slowly, his brain registering what she said with things he already knew. A god? He had heard that they had all been killed centuries ago when humans first discovered magic. "How?" How am I a god? She tilted her head again. Or how am I still here? Her tone was calm and patient, watching him just as curiously as he watched her. "Yes, sorry, how are you here? We spirits were practically destroyed when we heard someone had slain the last of the old gods hundreds of years ago." He said. Ah. She got a sad look in her eyes and actually turned her head away slightly. Not all of us were killed the bigger of the old gods if you will we re all slain. They were always easier to seek out, easier to tell apart from other beings of power. The lesser of the old gods however, were a bit luckier. She reaches out to gently touch a nearby tree. We were harder to find, more easily hidden. Many of us went into hiding or slumber, but we still remain about a handful or so. Nana was cleaning the small amount of clothes the two were able to bring with them, sitting at the edge of the creek on the grassy bank as she scrubbed the clothes. She smelled of heat again to Motochika, something that happened every month like clockwork, and it drove him mad. His nethers aches and throbbed, and his thoughts would be clouded with one thing only. "These woods are hard to navigate." He remarked gently, "It would be difficult for one to find you, let alone find their way out.""Nana." He called. He clenching and unclenching his fist. He was almost dizzy. That is my doing, I keep those who do not belong from making their way to your home. She said. Most now avoid the forest all together out of fear of being lost, others sometimes wander in by mistake. Nana looked toward where she had heard Motochika s voice, smiling softly. There you are, did you string up the clothes line? I m nearly done washing the clothes. He barely heard her words, different thoughts only making his blood pound in his ears.Nana laid out bare on the ground before him, the soft moans she would make, the little whimpers the way she felt wrapped around his cock. "The last time we met, you were going to harm Megohime dono. Because she is a demon. She had no intent to harm the forest." He said."Yes. It's done." He replied, "You're in heat again. Do human women usually try to conceive as often as every month?" A faint scowl crossed her face. That may be so, but she is still a demon, and demons hardly hold good intentions. Nana s face lit up and she started to sputter, closing her legs a bit. I I don t know... I think that s just how it is..! Her heart was beating quickly in her chest, overwhelmed with embarrassment. she hated how he could tell when she was ready to conceive. She returned to scrubbing the clothes in the creek water, trying to calm her flustered nerves. "She was a witch, bound to the Lord of Hell since she was a small girl. She and Masamune sas were lovers, but she..." He stopped, "She was put to the stake...and given into his hands. She was only recently able to return to us.""We should try again." He said, moving toward her, "For a child." She shook her head again. A demon is a demon, Katakura sama, misfortune is bound to follow it no matter where it goes. She let out a soft sigh. But if you re insistent on keeping it, I shall leave it alone, but it may not enter my forest with the exception of using it to come and leave from the manor. Nana nearly dropped the clothing she had in the creek, the tips of her ears burning. A ch child..? She murmured, heart pounding faster. What if... What if I m no good with it..? He made a noise, he couldn't change a god's mind even if he truly wanted to. "So how is it you are able to live here in a coexistence with the lords of the manor?""Impossible," he said and moved up behind her, "you would be wonderful with it. I'll help you." Long ago, when the first lord built this manor, we made a deal. I would allow for him to build upon this land in exchange for... Well, it was a long time ago.. She said with a faint smile.Her face was still flushed red, but she gave a small nod, the feeling of him breathing against the back of her neck making her tremble slightly.Being this close made Motochika feel like he would lose control, able to smell that she was ready to be with child, ready to be mated. "Surely your memory was not negatively effected by the passage of time. I'm sure you're as wise and all knowing as you are beautiful." He said before his face lit up, "A Ah, forgive me, that was much too forward."He kissed and bit her neck as his hands moved into her kosode to grope and touch her, his breathing already ragged. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink, but she shook her head. Time has had no such affect on me, I simply wish to keep what happened between that man and me just that. She shook her head a bit. You re far too kindhearted, Katakura sama.. Nana set the wet clothing in her hand aside, reaching back to touch Motochika s hair gently, letting out a soft noise as his rough hands roamed her body, touching her most sensitive places. He nodded, "Of course. Forgive me for trying to pry into your personal affairs." He rubbed the back of his neck gently, "I didn't mean to seem so promiscuous.."His rough fingers worked her clit in slow circles as his teeth moved over the flesh of her neck and shoulder, soft grunts and huffs sounding from him. He took great enjoyment in touching her. She gave a sly smirk, shaking her head. You re hardly one of promiscuity lest you try to be like the nymphs. She said, smiling a bit in amusement.Nana shifted where she was sitting, pulling her skirt up a bit so she could more easily spread her legs, letting a few soft grunts of pleasure escape her. She could feel his need pressed firmly against her, leaning her head to the side so he could kiss and bite her more. He blushed faintly he had only met a couple nymphs in his life time. They were as notorious as their stories perceived them to be. "Ah, no, I'd rather not be. N Not that they are wrong in their lifestyle! I It just isn't mine!"He moved her gently onto her back and pushed her kosode open before trailing his kisses down to her heat. You have no reason to explain yourself, Katakura sama, I only jest. She said with a faint smile, eyes twinkling slightly.Nana let out a soft breath, letting him push her legs open easily, her heat already wet and trembling. He felt like he was going to lose a feather or two from being so embarrassed, "Y Yes, of course..." He muttered. He had never spoken so familiarly to a woman before, besides Megohime. It made him feel funny.He worked his tongue over her easily, focusing her clit in a steady but almost greedy manner. He held her legs open by her thighs easily, moaning softly as he pleasured her. Is there anything else I can be of use for? She asked softly, it only now just occurring to Kojurou how much time had gone by.Nana gripped the grass beneath her tightly, squirming and fighting her moans as her back arched. She couldn t help but let out a few whimpers, thighs trembling in Motochika s hands, her heat only becoming more and more wet. "Ah, no!" He piped up, "Forgive me if I have kept you from anything! I really should head back..." He bowed quickly before clearing his throat gently, "Would I...be able to visit you again...?"He spent a good portion of his time pleasing her this way, wanting to make sure she would be absolutely ready to be bred when he was done. She blinked in surprise, a slight look of shock on her face, but it was quickly replaced with a smile. Of course, Katakura sama, you re always welcome here. When Nana finally came, she was a mess under Motochika, hips thrusting slightly and her breathing uneven, but she still wanted more. She wanted him to touch her more, to kiss her more, to make her feel good again and again. He straightened out and smiled softly, "Thank you. I'll see you again soon." He said and headed back to the manor. He was still blushing, his heart fluttering in his chest.He moved over her and pushed into her slowly, moaning lowly as he rocked his hips roughly. Nana let out soft noises as he thrust into her, holding onto his shoulders tightly, the sounds of his grunts and the soft slap of skin on skin the only thing she heard. He went at it for an innumerable amount of time, filling her with load after load to ensure that she would have an offspring. He laid beside her when they were both finished and satisfied, holding her close and petting her arms gently. Nana was beyond exhausted, still breathing hard as she lay next to Motochika, a complete mess. She was covered in sweat, and could feel his seed slowly seeping back out of her, but she was too tired to care at that moment.After that things slowly started to change, the following weeks Nana seemed to grow progressively more ill in the morning, always getting terribly sick before seemingly returning to normal, and when it was about time for her ovulation again, it never came. Motochika could smell nothing from her like he usually could, no smell of her ready to breed, in fact, quite the opposite. He was glad. Their mating had been successful. But there was another issue he had to deal with. He couldn't raise a child with his mind clouded with violent thoughts. He wouldn't trust himself. He needed to leave. Take his pelt and go out to sea and let everything sort itself out so he could raise the child properly. He would have to talk to Nana about it. He couldn't just leave her all alone. Nana would be upset, of course she would, now could she not be, but it was something that had to be done. What worried him was where she would go, how she would fair without him not that she couldn t see. He sat quietly with her as they ate dinner later that night before finally working up the courage to speak, "Nana," he began gently, "I...I'm going to have to leave for a while...get my head straight..." Nana nearly dropped her bowl of boiled vegetables, picking her head up with a look of shock. Wh What do you mean..?! Where will you go..?! For how long..? He could heat the panic in her voice, see it on her face. He frowned heavily, "Not long, I don't think...I'll find you somewhere to stay until I get back, I promise...I'm not leaving you behind. I don't want to bring up a child acting like this. I don't want to hurt it or you." Nana s face dropped and she lowered her head a bit. You won t be long..? She held the bowl in her hands tightly. You promise..? "I swear, Nana. I will come right back." He said and moved to sit closer to her, "We'll raise a family together and no one will come between us again." She reached a hand out, fumbling around a bit before she found his hand, nodding. Please don t be gone long.. She begged softly. "I won't..." He kissed her knuckles gently before kissing her. She cupped his cheek, gently kissing back in return. "I won't be long for long.." He repeated gently, "But I want to better myself before our child is brought into this world." She nodded and gave him her blessings for his travel. That night the two made love one last time, slow and gentle, soft murmurs of I love you.In the morning Motochika brought Nana into the nearest city, helping her find somewhere where she would be safe: a church. "I'm going on a long sea faring trip and I don't want her to be left alone.""We will care for her until you return, sir." The Mother said gently. Motochika kissed Nana gently."I love you. I promise I'll be back." He told her gently. Nana clutched his hands tightly nodding her head. I love you too... Please be safe.. She said softly, face scrunched with worry. "I will, I promise." He assured, squeezing her hands gently, "I'll be back before you know it." She nodded, trying to put on a brave face and giving him a smile before kissing his cheek gently. I ll wait here for you then. He pet her cheek before finally thanking the Mother and heading off. Nana would be given her own room to sleep in, and over the next few weeks, she helped with what she was able to around the monastery and within the church. She mainly helped with cooking and cleaning, only really able to assist in food preparation and washing the linens, as her blinded state left her prone to injuries if she tried anything more without assistance. The sisters were quite welcoming of her, helping her with what she needed, and even offering her a place to pray with them, which she obliged. After a while, word started to flutter around. Something about a blind woman and a man with white hair killing a man just a town over. Tortured him before murdering him in cold blood. Nana would hear these whispers as she went into the market with some of the Sisters for food and other materials for the church, clutching the small coral fragment tied around her neck that Motochika had brought back from the sea one day. Motochika murder that man? No, they had it all wrong, he wasn t just an innocent fisherman, her was a vile and evil man. He raped her, beat her and forced her to humiliate and subjugate herself to him, who enslaved Motochika and worked him to the bone. She lowered her head, staying silent as she waited for the Sisters to finish buying the last of the food they would need to bring back. "Weren't you brought to us by a white haired man, Nana san?" One of the Sisters asked. She felt her spine tingle with a cold feeling, forcing a calm look onto her face before she turned to look at the Sister, shaking her head and offering a soft smile. I m not sure, I ve never seen my husbands hair. She said softly. Another sister shot a glare at the one who had asked the question, jabbing her lightly in the ribs. Sister Mio! She hissed quietly. Asking such rude things she s blind! "I I'm sorry, I never meant it to seem rude! I just...I would feel awful if your husband...""That's enough, Sister Mio...!" Another hushed, "Her business isn't yours...!""P Please forgive my abhorrent behavior, Nana san...!" Mio squirmed, feeling awful for her prying. She offered a smile and shook her head, raising a hand. It s alright, I suppose I get around well enough for someone without their eyesight, that people forget that I m blind. Her heart still pounded in her chest, had people seen them leave that night? Surely there was no proof other than speculation or hearsay. There couldn't be any evidence. No one knew where they lived, but they did leave in a hurry so they may have left something behind that pointed to them Nana tried to pay little attention to it, returning to the church to help prepare dinner, going to pray after her meal. She was starting to show a bit, and she figured it had been roughly two months since she conceived, hoping Motochika would arrive back before she gave birth. "Have you decided on a name?" Mio asked as she and Nana washed the linens, "Do you both know what you want?" Nana felt a soft twinge in her heart, they hadn t even discussed names yet, everything had happened so quickly. We... Haven t had much time to discuss a name yet he had to leave so quickly.. She had a soft frown on her face. I ll have to think of some for when he comes back. "If it isn't so bold to suggest...?" She blushed softly, "There was a boy I liked growing up...his name was Nobu...you don't have to use it, I just think it's a nice simple name!" She turned her head in the direction of Mio, smiling softly. It s a wonderful name. She said.After the linens were washed and hung out to dry, Nana readied herself for bed, moving to do her prayers first. Mio knelt with her, taking quite the shine to the young mother. She hoped Nana's husband would be back safely soon. Nana clasped her hands in front of her, praying for Motochika s safe return, pleasant weather on his journey, and for kind seas. She prayed her child would be born healthy, and that Motochika would get to be there. The doors opened and the soft clanking of armor approached the sisters."Which of you is Nana?" The captain asked. The Mother moved forward, frowning softly."Is something wrong?""We received word that the woman known as Nana was apart of the recently discovered murder to the north.""Nana would never!" Mio argued. Nana was frozen where she was, heart pounding in her ears at their words. Who? Why? They had always kept to themselves for the most part, so who would ve known such a thing? I...I didn t.... We didn t do anything... She whispered softly. "Nana..."The Sisters all looked horrified, "You weren't apart of that, were you?" Nana turned, stumbling a bit and having to stop on her hands and knees. No! We We didn t... She clenched her fists and dropped her head. He didn t have a choice..! She couldn t run away, even if she could outrun the guards and make it back into the forest, she was blind, unable to see a single thing. Tears dripped from her milky eyes onto the floor, shoulders shaking a bit. "Nana...""Take her away." The Mother said. Mio and the others looked devastated but couldn't go against her. The guards grabbed Nana by her arm and pulled her to her feet."Let's go." Nana stumbled as she was yanked to her feet and dragged along, tears falling quickly down her face as she was escorted from the church. You don t understand...! Please..! She begged. "Save it. Your lies fall on deaf ears, heretic." He said as he took her to prison. Nana was dragged down stairs and tossed onto the floor, then something tossed over her head. Change into that, give your clothes over when you re done. Nana groped at the thing on her head, pulling it off and feeling it clothing? It felt threadbare. I I... Can I change somewhere else..? "No." The captain said, "Change and hand your clothing over.""Captain," another voice sounded, "she's with child..""I'm aware." Nana struggled to her feet, ears burning as she undressed herself, doing her best to keep her most intimate parts hidden as she pulled on the clothing they had given her. The fabric was scratchy and went just to her knees, a bit baggy on her. She gathered up her clothes and simply held them out, not really sure where everyone was in the room. Your shoes too. She flinched, but complied, carefully removing her shoes after her clothes were taken from her hands. They took her shoes too and led her to where she would be held until questioning. She was pushed into a cold cell, hearing the iron and wooden door close behind her. She slowly sank to the floor, doing her best to hold back her tears. She was so scared, what were they planning to do to her? What about Motochika? After a while she was removed again and they removed all of her hair before taking her down for questioning. Having her hair cut off was terrible, they weren t gentle at all, someone using shears to simply cut away as much of her hair as he could grab as quickly as he could.She was shoved onto her knees, one wrist grabbed at a time and pushed into a cold metal cuff, then locked in place. She had been placed inside of a slightly larger room, locked facing a wooden stock and seemingly left alone in silence once again. It was so cold and her knees hurt from being stuck in this position for so long. After a while, soneone returned."Is it true the man you killed the fisherman with is a fae?" It was the captain, and he tried to sound uncaring. Nana had been practically hunched over, hands shackled just above her head to the thick wooden post. When the guard captain asked his question, Nana sat up a bit, turning her head over her shoulder to try and face where she heard his voice. Please, you have to hear me out we never wanted to hurt anyone! That man had done horrible things, to both my husband and me! He was holding us hostage he was the one who took my eyes..! "What is your tale then? With no evidence to prove your story, there won't be much to go on." He told her. She knew that, she was painfully aware of that, but they weren t in the wrong. H He came to our home to She paused, she couldn t tell them of Motochika s pelt, she had to change the story, she had to lie again. He came to rob our home... I walked in on him, and he attacked me, he cut my eyes.. When my husband came home he used me as leverage, told him if he didn t do as he said, that he d kill me.. She felt tears in her eyes, even if parts of the story was a lie, the rest was all the truth. He kept us in the house for days, making us do whatever he wanted.. She clenched her fists. H He forced himself on me... Made me do disgusting acts to him.. "I want to believe you..." He said gently, "Truly, I do...but you know how hard this is to prove." Please, you have to believe me! We would never hurt anyone otherwise! We ve always worked hard to make an honest living, did what we could to help others! She was practically begging him at this point. "Unless further evidence comes up to show otherwise, I cannot simply just take your word.." He told her. And whose word are you taking that we killed him for fun..!? She had no proof, there was nothing that she could show that they had been the victims. "The rotting corpse that was left in your home speaks volumes, Nana!" He rose his voice, trying not to be angry with her. What were we supposed to do..? She hung her head. We were scared, we just grabbed what we could and left.. She muttered. "Alert the guard! Surely there were some nearby! Your husband could have done something instead of lie down like a dog!" He snapped. Don t you speak ill of him! Nana snapped back, jerking toward him and pulling hard on her restraints. He did more than the guards would ve! If there s no proof that he violated me now, what proof would there be that he violated me then!? "There's no proof he tried to rob you either!" He argued. I already told you, he held us captive in our own home..! He spent all of our savings, took everything..! It was true that she had no money on her person when she was brought in, nor any money hidden away in her belongings she left at the monastery, but that didn t mean that the husband hadn t taken all their money with them, or even stashed it away somewhere. He exhaled and turned to leave, he wasn't going to get much out of her. The questioning continued and the answers were always the same. So they called in the church, who would probably have better chances of getting answers from her. Nana gasped as she had another bucket of freezing cold river water dumped over her head, body going rigid and sputtering as the water ran down her face. They had already dumped about three buckets on her, alternating between questioning her on what had happened, and reading bible scriptures. "Repent thy sins, whore! Renounce the demon you lay with and givr your child unto God!" The priest yelled. Nana shook her head, shaking from the cold. He isn t a demon..! She protested, hot tears pouring down her face. "All fae are children of the Devil! Repent!" He yelled and they dumped another bucket on her. This would continue for hours, Nana freezing cold and absolutely soaked to the bone, only when the priest tired did he stop, leaving her alone once more in the small cold cell. This continued for days before the priest was told to stop. Something about the Order interfering now. Nana couldn t stop her shivering, even when she was dry, the room was just simply too cold she sat directly on the cold stone floor, wearing only a thread bare down, and with all of her hair gone, she was suffering quite a bit. They barely fed her, or unlocked her so she could use the bathroom, which was simply a bucket in the corner of her cell. She was slumped against the wooden pillar, eyes closed as she rejoiced in not having to be drenched in cold water again, worried it was harming her child. The cell opened and two footsteps approached her, one was wearing armor."This is her...?" The man who spoke sounded disgusted, "Are you sure?" Yes, sire, this is the witch that seduced and killed the fisherman. Nana flinched when they spoke, lifting her head slightly, dirty face stained with tears, lips chapped and tinted blue from the cold. She didn t look like much of a witch, rather just a pregnant woman who was subjected to torture. "Has she used any magic?" The Senior Knight asked, "Have you heard any incantations?" Ah well, no, but the priest has been here reading her verses of the Lord, as well as praying for her! There was another voice that scoffed softly just outside the room, though it sounded slightly muffled. Please, Nana croaked, throat sore from begging to be heard out, and from little water. It was only in self defense...! He took all of our savings, worked my husband like a dog, and he It was still hard to say. He made me do dirty things...! She hung her head again. Please..! "Your husband is a fae, is he not?" The first voice asked, "Witch or not, your child is a halfling and will be taken in by the Order. Uncuff her, idiot. She's as harmless as a toothless rat." N No! You can t take my child, please, I beg you! She felt the cuffs around her wrists loosen, then come undone as she was released. We just want to live in peace, we ve never wanted trouble! She felt someone grab her arm and pull her to her feet. "Let's go." Mitsunari pulled her along as they left the cells, "It's either us or them. You'll at least be given a bed to sleep in with us." Who are you? Please, tell me the crimes that I ve committed to bring about such actions! Nana pleaded with him, stumbling along. "You are accused of murder and for being with a half fae child. These things are not so easily excused." He told her. Why won t anyone listen! Please, we had no other choice! He would ve killed us! She was beyond frustrated, why would no one hear her out? "I'm told no evidence proves such a thing." He told her, "How can I trust the bride of a fae?" Nana didn t know how to answer his question, only turning her head away as tears of frustration started to leak down her face, following silently. He took her from the small prison and helped her into the carriage before they headed off to the capitol. Nana sat in the carriage silently, sitting beside someone whom it was she didn t know silently panicking. What would Motochika do when he came back? They knew what he was, and now, she wouldn t be there to greet him would she even survive that long? "Relax." Mitsunari spoke again, seeing the panic on her face, "We aren't going to do anything awful to you." And my child..? She turned to face where she heard him speak. Please, my child has done no wrong..! "We will take it." He stated, "Train it." No! Why?! For what..!? Nana clenched her fists, holding her hand before her stomach as if she could shield her unborn child from them. "It will be born a fae, a halfling but a fae regardless. If that is not to your liking, we can kill you both and then locate the father." He said. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest at his words. No! Please, don t kill my child.. She let her shoulders sag a bit. What was she to do? What would happen to her after her child is born? He gave a soft grunt of acknowledgment and the rest of the ride was quiet. When they arrived at the destination, after many long hours in the uncomfortably small carriage, she was brought out once again. This time a gloved hand grabbed her arm. Shall I take her to the healers to ensure she didn t bring any diseases with her, or take her to the cells? The muffled voice asked, the same one she had heard once before. "Take her to the healers. We need to ensure the health of the child, as well." Mitsunari said calmly. Of course. The man in the cloak and mask nodded, leading Nana off to the healer so she could be checked over. Mitsunari moved inside and knights saluted him as he passed, which he regarded vaguely as he headed to his chambers. After escorting Nana to her examination, she was given new clothes and brought to the cells, locked away once more, but at least this time she wasn t chained up. She had a bed amd from what she could feel there was a basin to wash with and at least a hole so she could use the restroom. What was going to happen to Motochika when he got back? Would she ever get to hear his voice again? Feel him hold her? Amaya needed time and moisture if she was to rebuild her body back to a sturdy state, spending most of her time in a slumber like state in the food cellar Akihime had shown her. Akihime brought buckets of water for her, trying to give her as much water and moisture as she needed, "You know, I'm tempted to just put you in my wash basin full of cold river water.." She said playfully. Then you would have no where to bathe. Amaya said as she cupped her hands in the bucket before her, slowly drinking some of the water. "But you would heal faster, and that's all I care about.." She said gently, "I could just use the river." She added jokingly. She shot a glance over at Akihime, scowling softly. It s dangerous for a young woman like you to bathe out in the open like that. She blinked and smiled, "I know...but I won't if it upsets you so...I'll find a spare bucket and use that. It's no problem, you are my main concern." She said gently. She glared over her shoulder. I ve said before, this is fine. She turned her head away, finding being a familiar to such a young child a bit of a nuisance. She frowned softly, "I'll leave you alone, then. If you need anything, I'll bring it." She said gently, "Please recover quickly.." She wished before leaving Amaya in peace. Amaya would remain down in the cellar like she usually did, occasionally coming out on cool nights to be among nature. Her leg was nearly completely restructured, only a few cracks in it, and her hand was halfway done. Akihime brought her more water when she could, making sure it was cold enough to help. "You don't like me very much, do you?" She asked gently, "I can feel it, because of our binding...you think I'm naive.." She said. Amaya was crouched down in front of the bucket, hands cupped in the water when Akihime spoke. She stopped where she was, staring at the water before glancing over her shoulder at Akihime. You are, as are all children. It was a blunt statement, but the way she said it, it was almost like she was trying for it to sound kind. Every child is naive to start, none grow out of it at the same time very rarely just be glad you re allowed such a thing. She brought the water to her lips. Some children are robbed of it too early. She made a soft noise, "I guess I just don't want to grow up yet..." She said softly, "Here I am, a fully blossomed woman and I just...I would rather keep playing in grass fields looking for Will o Wisps." She gripped the skirt of her dress tight in her fists, "I'm just so alone now..." Then don t. She drank some more water before turning to look over her shoulder again. Don t grow up. She said it like it was the most obvious answer, and maybe it was. If you aren t ready, then why force yourself? Why make obligations you aren t prepared for and can t keep? She paused, looking down to the dirt floor. Akihime, I pledged myself to you because we were both alone, we made a pledge to fight that loneliness, but it doesn t mean that feeling will simply disappear... It may take time. Akihime looked up and smiled softly, "Ok...you're right. I can't go forcing things. Thank you, Amaya." She said gently before standing, "I was genuinely thinking about freeing you once you were better, so you could be free. Demo," she smiled softly, "if you would rather stay here with me, I would love that. More than anything." She was quite for a good moment, then answered. Staying with you would be fine, if you so desire it. She said softly. She smiled more, "I promise to take good care of you!" She said brightly. She jumped when she heard a knock on the front door and left quickly to go see who it was. She was shocked to see Daisuke standing there."Daisuke...! You came home!""Just to visit." He said briskly and came inside. Akihime bit her lip and glanced at the cellar door."Are you hungry?" She asked softly. He made a noise. Honestly, he missed Akihime's food."Yeah...starving actually." He replied gently. Akihime smiled and nodded."I'll make you some food, stay right there!" She said and moved into the cellar, silently panicking. Amaya had already dissapeared out of sight, probably hiding in the shadows. Who is it? Her soft whisper came from one of the dark corners. "A friend of mine...though," she looked terrified, "he's wearing the Order's armor...and I don't want him finding you.." What is the Order? She asked, never having heard of such a thing before, which was understandable seeing as how she mainly resided in the forest. "They're knights who..." She hesitated, "deal with rogue fae...sometimes they kill them.." Akihime could feel the urge to kill, it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her stomach churn at the thought that Amaya was currently deciding to kill Daisuke. "N No, please..." Akihime held up her hands, "Please, don't hurt him...I won't let him find you, I promise. Just please stay down here." She pleaded. There was quiet for a long while before she finally muttered her agreement. Fine, I ll remain here.. Akihime bowed deeply and grabbed some food before heading back up to distract Daisuke. Amaya remained in the shadows, straining to listen for what they would speak about. It seemed like things were going peacefully until someone tried making their way to the cellar."N No, don't worry about it, it's ok!" Akihime's voice panicked, "I can take care of it!""I can go down here real fast, it's fine." That must have been Daisuke. He was very close to the cellar door. Amaya had already did the best she could to move the multiple buckets of water against the far wall to hide them, crouching in the corner and watching the doorway with a scowl on her face. The cellar door opened and she could hear armor clanking."Daisuke, please!" Akihime pleaded. Amaya created a sharp point from what remained of her hand, tensing up as she waited for the boy to come closer. "Daisuke, I can get it, it's fine!" Akihime said and Daisuke look back at her."What are you hiding down here, Akihime?" He asked firmly. She panicked."Nothing...! You work all the time, I hardly see you!" She said. It was so cold down there, much too cold for a regular cellar, and when Daisuke turned his back on the cellar to look at Akihime, Amaya crept out from the shadows, her jagged hand at the ready as she moved toward the boy. Akihime's eyes widened, "Amaya, no!" She blurted and immediately covered her mouth. Daisuke turned sharply, unsheathing his sword as he scowled."You have a fae living down here?""We escaped from a madman, I wanted to give her a safe haven! Don't hurt her, she means no harm!""Her hand is a dagger, Akihime!" Amaya didn t listen to Akihime after Daisuke unsheathed his blade, lunging forward to thrust her own weapon into his neck, the air growing even colder. Daisuke smacked her hand away with his sword and threw an all too familiar anti magic rune at her. Amaya cried out as she was sent tumbling back, the rune sparking on her chest as she tried to claw it off. Akihime rushed to help her but Daisuke grabbed her arm roughly."Let me go!""You were harbouring a fae. I didn't want to have to ever bring you into the Order but now you leave me no choice." He stated lowly, "I'm sorry, Akihime.""Please don't do this, Daisuke...! Please...!" Akihime..! Amaya was still writhing in agony on the ground. You have to kill him! "I I can't...! I can't take a life...!" She said, "Daisuke, please, you can't do this...! Just let us go...! We won't cause harm, you know that...!" Daisuke scowled and muttered something in the fae language, Amaya's eyes growing heavy. Sleep magic. But Daisuke had no inate ability, how was he able to do that? Was it something the knights could do, like with familiars? Amaya tried dragging herself across the floor to get to Daisuke, grinding her teeth as she watched Akihime slump forward in his grasp. "You are always around to ruin my life, aren't you?" He growled down at her, "Well, now I can pay you back in kind." She bared her teeth up at him, swiping at him with the sharp point she had made of her broken hand. His armored boot came up and slammed down on her spear hand, shattering the ice easily."D...Daisuke...please..." Akihime slurred in her half sleep, "Don't...do this..." Amaya let out a wail of pain, recoiling and cradling her arm close to her chest, grinding her teeth in agony. Daisuke traced a rune with his finger and iron cuffs snapped over Amaya's wrists, a chain slithering into Daisuke's hand."Let's go, scum." He hissed lowly before tugging hard on the chain as he walked out of the cellar. Amaya barely had the strength to follow Daisuke up the stairs, stumbling and having to crawl part way up, the anti magic rune on her causing her great pain. He pulled her out of the house and hauled the unconscious Akihime over the back of his horse, securing her before mounting up. He made Amaya walk as he rode steadily back to the Order. Amaya struggled the most during the day, and it showed she looked like she was sweating, but in reality, she was beginning to melt, and she would stumble and fall often. "Come on, we're almost there." Daisuke said lowly, giving a hard tug. Amaya grunted, letting the tug pull her off balance and she hit the dirt path with a heavy thud, not bothering to try and get up as she was dragged behind the horse. She was too exhausted to move any longer, her body temperature rising to a dangerous level. Daisuke huffed and removed the anti magic rune, at least it would get her to move. Amaya felt the horse stop, and she was no longer being dragged in the dirt, and the next moment she felt the weight on her lift. The fool had actually removed the seal, but it would still be some time before she was able to do anything with her magic. Slowly managing to her feet, she spat at the ground, glaring at Daisuke. "Be grateful I didn't just kill you." He stated as he continued on his path, "Try anything and you'll regret it." And how will a little boy make me regret anything? She wheezed out, following him all the same. "I can make you regret being the ill omen that ruined my life. I can make you repent for your sins against the innocent." He stated, gripping the reigns tight, "I know you're the reason Yukimura's magic went rampant like that. It's your fault my family was killed too soon." No, sadly you re wrong. That was entirely him, I had no hand in what happened that night. Had the boy been stronger, none of the other orphan children would've burned up the way that they did. She said with a soft chuckle. He tugged the chain with all his strength, causing her to fall face first into the hard ground, "Shut your fucking mouth." She wasn t expecting it, and didn t have time to prepare, landing hard on her nose. She slowly gathered herself back onto her knees. You think I m the one that killed those children but it was you, all of you. You allowed him to live with you when you knew he was dangerous, and look where that got you. He only grew angrier. Akihime was the one that let him stay. She put too much trust in things she couldn't control. All because she pined for him. Well, look what that got her. Ah, but remind me how you ll make me regret anything,orphan? She sneered at him. He traced a fire rune with his fingers and slammed it into her, stopping his horse to watch her writhe and burn. Amaya did just that, dropping to the ground and clawing at her chest, steam rising steadily from her as it burned deep into her flesh, tearing screams from her. "I can do a lot to make you regret what you've done." He said lowly, "Though I would be punished, I could just kill you here. But where's the fun in that?" Amaya couldn t answer him, she could barely breathe, eyes wide with agony, her screams starting to spook the horse. He removed the rune and pat the horse's neck soothingly, "Shut your mouth. Don't speak until we return." He hissed before starting back to the Order's castle. Amaya didn t have the strength to argue the point, only scowling softly as she followed him once more, this time in silence. It was a day's walk to the headquarters, where Daisuke left his horse to bring in Akihime and Amaya."Is Mitsunari sama available? Or Tachi san? I have a white witch and a fae to bring in." The attendant nodded and bowed to him, going to inform Mitsunari of Daisuke s return, and the criminals he brought with him.A soft knock came on Mitsunari s bedroom door, the attendant outside clearing their throat. Excuse me sire, forgive me, but Daisuke sama has returned he has a witch and a fae. Mitsunari was sat on his bed, a figure knelt on the floor before him, head buried between his thighs. Barely audible moans came from the man between his legs, soft wet noises following, gloved hands gripping Mitsunari s bare thighs as his head slowly bobbed up and down. The person didn t stop, even when someone came to the door, only continuing to suck Mitsunari off. "Tell him to place them in the cells, I'll be there in a moment. Thank you." He called before his fingers tangled into Tachi's hair. Of course. The man bowed his head to the door and left quickly to return to Daisuke.Tachi gave a muffled noise as he slowly pulled his mouth away from Mitsunari s erect cock, leaving a trail of saliva from his tongue to his masters aching need. Pushing open one of his legs, he kissed along his inner thigh before moving to kiss down Mitsunari s shaft, licking and sucking gently before taking the head back into his mouth. Mitsunari grunted and moaned softly, "It hasn't been that long since we were together last, has it...? You're almost insatiable." Far too long.. Tachi muttered, breathing a bit uneven as he licked the tip of his manhood, using one hand to stroke and fondle him, his other hand beneath his own robes as he stroked his own erect member. "Glutton." He half heartedly scolded, running his fingers through Tachi's hair. Tachi only took more of Mitsunari into his mouth, moving his head at a steady pace as he worked his tongue against the underside of his cock, his own hips bucking a bit as he stroked himself faster. Mitsunari gave a low grunt, gripping Tachi's hair tighter, a signal that he was getting close. Tachi stroked himself more quickly, desperate for release as he worked on relieving his master as well, soft grunts and moans escaping him. He swallowed a low moan as he emptied his load into Tachi's mouth, his cock throbbing as it pumped out his cum. Tachi only made a faint noise as he came into his hand, slowing his movements as Mitsunari spilled everything he had into his mouth. He only swallowed it all, pulling back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He tried to steady his breathing before clearing his throat, "Thank you for aid, Tachi.." He said softly. Tachi stood and moved to the water basin in the room, washing his hands. You have work to do, do you not? Don t let me keep you. He said softly. He redressed and fixed his hair before moving to kiss him gently, "You won't." He said before he headed off to meet Daisuke and the new prisoners. Amaya was chained in her cell, wrists shackled to the wall above her head, a scowl on her face. She didn t know where Akihime had been locked up, but all she knew was that she was still alive. "This is the new fae?" Mitsunari asked as he approached with Daisuke."Yes, sir. She is the reason my ""I don't care for your sob stories, tell me why she's here." Mitsunari cut him off. Daisuke nodded, giving a soft apology."She was being harbored by the white witch in her food cellar. They have a contract together." Daisuke explained. Mitsunari only gave a noise."The witch," he said, "she was a friend of yours. You turned her in, why?" Daisuke lowered his gaze."Her skills as a healer could be beneficial to us." He said softly. He turned her in because he is a coward and a feeble child still. Amaya said, watching the two men. I didn t know that boys were now allowed to parade around in men s armor, pretending to be a knight. "You shut your damned mouth!" Daisuke nearly lost his mind again but Mitsunari waved him down."A boy he may be but he does not parade. And what of you? Were you so desperate for human attention you latched on to the closest thing you could find? A white witch who benefits nothing from you." Mitsunari accused calmly. I have nothing to explain to you, a man parading around with other fae, all while hating fae. She said lowly. "I will let you sit and simmer then, until you are ready to speak more cooperatively." He said and turned to Daisuke, "Go check on Hidemune and Minehime. They have become lazy in their down time.""Hai." Daisuke placed his fist to his breast in salute before heading off. Mitsunari gave Amaya one final glance before he left her as well. Amaya only watched them leave, a faint scowl on her face as they left her alone in her cell again. Akihime laid on the hard wooden cot of her cell, staring blankly at the floor. She hoped Amaya was alright, she had only woken up an hour or so ago. She had no idea what these people did to faefolk or wit2xhes and wizards and warlocks. What if they had ever found Yukimura? Would they kill him? Wpuld Daisuke kill him? Her heart sank. She hoped not. Amaya was left alone in her cell for days, which only bothered her because she didn t know of Akihime s fate. Mitsunari returned, expression patient."You are contracted with that girl, Akihime, correct?" Amaya only stirred slightly, enough to pick up her head and look at Mitsunari through her long, thick locks. The one I offer nothing to? I suppose. He moved into her cell, holding a small slip of paper that woon began to shiver and shake the closer he got to her."As breaking a contract between master and familiar is difficult and may kill you, this will put you in temporary service to me. You will follow my commamd to a degree, anything else will require Akihime's command." He stated flatly. Amaya sneered and pressed herself against the wall, as far from the talisman as she could get. Obey your commands? I d rather be left in the summer heat. She hissed. "I care not for what you prefer." He said and slapped the talisman on the closest thing he could get to her thigh sparked with magic as the talisman sunk into her skin, leaving a numb tingling. Amaya hissed and pulled hard on the restraints keeping her against the wall, watching the talisman disappear beneath her skin. Other than the numb feeling in her thigh, she didn t feel much change, only her own anxiety. "Now then," he moved closer, "you have had previous masters before this one, I imagine." Amaya flinched away from him, keeping her scowl on her face as he moved closer, keeping her mouth shut. If he wasn t going to ask a direct question, she wouldn t answer it. He knelt in front of her and sized her up, "Did you fuck any of them?" Her expression changed easily to one of embarrassment, eyes widening and her cheeks flushing with color. No! What kind of awful question is that!? "Some fae service their masters that way. It's a simple question." He stated. She only seemed to grow more flustered. I ve never touched any of my masters that way! She snapped at him. He made a noise and forced his gloved hand between her legs, "You'll understand if I don't believe you." She let out a gasp, pulling hard on the metal cuffs around her wrists and pressing her legs firmly together. Unhand me! She demanded, the tips of her ears flushed. "Not until you answer my question. Truthfully." He stated as he worked his fingers over her clit. He seemed disinterested, really. "Did you please yourself to the thought of your new master?" She struggled against him, trying to push him away with her legs, his hand under the skirts of her dress. No! She s a child! She buckled a little, hunching forward and letting out a soft grunt. "She looks of age to me." He replied, holding her legs down, "Are you ashamed to admit that you have?" I ve never touched her! She forced out, biting back a soft moan. This was humiliating, his hand under her skirts, touching her in such a manner the way it made her feel. She was already wet, and when he pushed her legs back open, her face flushed a deep red. "And your previous master?" He demanded, "I'm sure you've at least thought about it." She was trembling now, gasping softly, fighting to keep her eyes open as she hunched forward the best she could. N No..! A soft moan finished off her sentence. Please... No more..! Her legs twitched and he could see her fighting herself, it showed clearly on her face. He refused to stop, watching her with cold calculating eyes. Amaya would try her best to keep herself quiet, but a few moans slipped out, and not long after, she was hunched over and breathing heavily, having came from his touches. He pulled his hand away and wiped it off with a rag, "You will be broken whether you like it or not." You re vile... She muttered, letting her head hang, face burning red hot in embarrassment. A vile, disgusting human. "And you are nothing more than cannon fodder with the face of a woman." He replied, "I will return tomorrow and we will continue." She cursed his name, seething well after he had left. It was humiliating having him touch her like that, it only reminded her of Sasuke. At the very least, at least he hadn t yet forced himself inside her. Mitsunari moved to go interrogate Akihime, which wasn't quite the same as he did with Amaya, but Akihime was a blubbering mess anyway and did whatever he asked. She wasn't nearly as fun. Amaya would sulk for hours, and even though it felt like days, she could tell she had only been locked up for about a day, light from the outside creeping in through cracks in the wall high above her. The next day, Mitsunari returned and sat in a chair he had brought, pushing his foot between her legs and grinding his boot against her heat. Amaya jerked and turned her face away, trying to hide her flushed face. What is it you want this time? I told you, I never laid with any of my masters. "I find that hard to believe," He repeated, "One of them had to have found you attractive. You must have yearnings, as all living beings do." Inevertouched any of them! She said firmly. Not once, never in my servitude have I done such a thing..! He made a noise and continued to grind his boot against her womanhood, looking dissatisfied with her answer. She clenched her fists and squirmed. I m not lying! She gasped and shuddered, hunching over quickly he must ve found the exact right spot to rub against. His boot stopped for half a second before it continued on in that exact spot, watching her closely. "You can continue to lie if you wish, you will break soon enough." I m not lying..! She did little to stop the grunt that came from her, thighs squeezing together, and for a moment he couldn t tell if she did it to try and stop him, or to add more friction. He sat and watched her, scowling lightly at her, but didn't speak any more. Just watching her get off was enough to embarrass her. This was the second time he had gotten her to finish, and this time, it was simply with the bottom of his boot. She felt foul, disgusting and awful, what would her master think of her? He moved away and made a noise, he would have to polish his boot now. He gave a mental shrug and left without another word. Akihime would probably pity her, wouldn't she? Tell her that it was ok and she wasn't at fault. She really was a child. Amaya sat in silence staring up at the light that filtered into the room would she ever be able to return free to the forest? Would she remain locked in that tower, forced to suffer until her master died and left her alone again? Mitsunari's torture continued for days, he seemed unrelenting to give her any sort of respite. Tachi seemed more and more unhappy with him doing these sorts of things and he took notice to his lover's attitude. Amaya did her best to stay steadfast, but the shame and humiliation was starting to wear her down, and Mitsunari could see it. Tachi on the other hand would only let Mitsunari see when he was angry when he felt like it, often giving the cold shoulder, avoiding his lover, and even disobeying him in small ways. "You're acting like a child." Mitsunari remarked as he prepared for the morning, "It is a tactic to break her spirit. It means less than nothing." Tachi only glanced at Mitsunari. I haven t said anything. He said flatly, and that was the issue, he wasn t giving Mitsunari hardly any answers, they were short and held his frustrations in them. "I know what you are being petty about, I have owned you long enough to know how you work." He stated, "I am no fool, Tachi." No, you never one to be easily fooled. He scowled at his words, still not looking at him. He shot a cold glare before moving to leave, "Fine, you may continue to act this way alone." It was easy to see Amaya was slowly breaking under Mitsunari s boot, her eyes mostly downcast and she hardly spoke to him at all. Mitsunari entered her cell and sat in his chair before extending his leg toward her, "Mount it." She picked her head up, looking at him with tired eyes, eyes that would soon be broken. What..? She looked to his leg, then back up at him. No. "I won't tell you again." He stated, crossing his arms tightly. Amaya clenched her teeth, turning her head away as she slowly moved to shift her hips forward, standing up slightly before lowering herself to straddle his leg. She had long since been given a change of clothes, now only wearing a rough tunic and nothing more. She found her position awkward, having to readjust so her arms were now pulled back behind her, still locked to the wall by chains, forcing her to lean forward and thus her face closer to Mitsunari s. "Move your hips." He ordered, "Pleasure yourself." He could see her lower lip tremble at the command, and she looked away, completely embarrassed. Please no more.. She begged quietly her pact with a young girl was foolish, her feelings would reflect her owners over time, making it more than easy to break her. "If you submit, this stops." He stated, "Do you submit?" She clenched her fists and struggled within herself. If she submitted, she would be bound to this man, shared between two masters by force. It wasn t something she wanted to experience, it wasn t common, would he mind even be stable after that? I I.... can t.. "Then pleasure yourself." He stated. Amaya choked back a soft sob as she slowly started to moved her hips as ordered, rolling them forward to rub herself against his leg. Tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks, and she kept her head turned away, her movements slow and shaky, unwilling to do more. He watched her with a disinterested gaze and made a noise, "The faster you submit, thr sooner this ends." I can t..! She practically choked out, her movements slowing, wanting to stop, fists clenched tightly. "And why is that?" He didn't really seem interested in her answer, he didn't really seem interested in anything. It s betrayal..! She slowed to a complete stop, already throbbing between her legs, not wanting to continue at all. I cannot betray my master..! "Think of it as a form of borrowing." He stated, "You aren't betraying anyone." A familiar can t have two masters... It isn t right.. She had endured more than enough from human men, her spirits had been broken and shoved into the dirt. "That's a shame you think that way. That isn't how your life will continue to go here." He stated. She had finally given in, agreeing to lend him her strength if he agreed to stop abusing her. It weighed heavily in her chest, made her feel disgusting, but she had little choice. He pulled his leg back and stood, "We will create your contract soon." She refused to answer him, refused to even look at him as he stood to leave her cell, too ashamed to speak. A couple knights guided her to where she would be staying, and on her way she passed Akihime."Amaya!" She tried to move over but the knights stopped her. "Are you ok? I've been so worried!" Amaya glanced up, but shame brought her eyes away quickly. Forgive me... I couldn t withstand any longer.. She muttered, Akihime feeling shame burning in her own chest as it did in Amaya s. She frowned softly, knowing she endured such awful things before she gave in. But then she smiled gently and shook her head."Daijoubu! I'm proud of you regardless! You stayed strong to the end!" She told her, "It'll be ok, I promise! I'll do what I can to stay close!""That's enough." The knight hissed. Amaya flinched slightly and nodded. Please keep yourself safe, Akihime sama. She said softly. "And you as well, Amaya..." She smiled sadly, before they started dragging them both in opposite directions, "I hope to reunite with you soon...!" Amaya was led off to yet another stone room, the chain that connected to her cuffs locked to the floor this time before the guard left her alone once more. She again had no choice but to kneel or sit as the chain hadn t been given much slack. She was left there alone for another day or two before Mitsunari and a couple mages came into the cell."We will begin your binding contract." He stated flatly. Akihime, how is she? Where is she? She asked, not acknowledging his statement in the slightest. She had plenty of time to herself over the last day or so, and she hadn t heard a single thing about Akihime. He stayed silent for a moment before folding his arms."Being trained as a healer. We need more of them." He answered. And of her treatment? Does she fair well? She didn t seem to care at all for her own fate, only her masters, which was admirable for a beast. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "She has a room to sleep in, clothes on her back, and food in her gut." Her own eyes narrowed, expression slowly becoming hard. Have you defiled her? The mages in the room looked shocked at the question, looking from one another, then to Mitsunari. "No." He answered, "She doesn't interest me.""M My lord, you don't have to answer such questions...!" The one on his right stammered. But he said nothing. Fine then. She said abruptly, turning her gaze away from him, scowling deeply. "Start the binding." Mitsunari said as he began to unstrap his gauntlet. The mages nodded and both began chanting, small magical chains crawling up Amaya's leg all the way up to her neck before sinking into her skin. Another matching set of chains wrapped around Mitsunari's arm as he rolled up his sleeve. He had dozens of chain marks. Amaya could feel the chains as they moved up her body, then sunk beneath her skin. She nearly collapsed forward at the pain, feeling as though the chains were wrapping around her bones and innards, tangling with one another and wrapping tightly around her heart. She couldn t breathe, hunched forward as the smallest of noises escaped her lips, eyes wide with pain. She s fighting the chains. One mate reported to Mitsunari with a frown.It was more likely that she was fighting the feeling of the chains rather than the binding itself, seeing as how he had made sure to thoroughly break her. Nonetheless, if she fought the chains too hard, she would but both him and herself at risk, even possibly leading to her death. Mitsunari made a noise and scowled softly, "If you don't settle down and relax, you'll die." Her bloodshot eyes met his, and she was gasping for air, clawing at her neck. She was trying to relax, but the feeling was unlike any other. She clenched her jaw and let her head fall, staring at the floor as she did her best to relax, and soon she did for the most part. The chains wrapped only a little tighter before becoming tattoo like on her pale skin."It is done." The mage said gently. Mitsunari pushed his sleeve down and pulled on his gauntlet."Take her to the dorms with the others." He ordered. The mages gave a nod, and with the help of the guards, they escorted Amaya to the dorms as instructed. The familiar dorms were rather decent, spacious and packed full of beds. She was unchained and given fresh clothing, then assigned a bed and left. "Mini," Hidemune glanced over from his bed, playing with one of his many ropes, "there's a new one." Minehime picked her head up enough to see over the beds at the newest member of the Order, making a face. She smells like the cold. She said and laid back on her bed again. "That's because she's an ice spirit, dear. She will be very cold." He told her. Minehime shot him a glance and let out a huff. Well, I don t go to cold places, so I ve never seen one. He chuckled softly, "Play nice with her, alright ?" He teased. I m not gonna play at all, the frigid bitch can stay by herself. She turned the page in her tattered book, reading something in a different language from the region they were in. "Mini.." He dropped his rope and frowned, "What's got under your scales?" She looked up from her book again and frowned. Mitsunari wants to bind me to that idiot kid who we saved. "Daisuke?" He asked, sitting up, "Just you?" He didn t specify, only said I was being given to the new recruit. She huffed. He looked down before scowling and storming out of the dorms. Minehime quickly sprang up, following after Hidemune. Hey, wait! Where are you going..!? "I'm going to have a word." He stated angrily, "He has no idea what he's thinking." No, he ll get angry, it really isn t that big of an issue! She protested as she followed after him. He ignored her, a stubborn dog for sure. He found Mitsunari easily, he was listening to a report from Tachi."Ishida!" He called and Mitsunari looked up with dull eyes. He didn't seem to appreciate the lack of honorific however."What is it, dog?" He asked lowly. Hidemune stopped in front of him and glared."You're giving Minehime to Daisuke, on her own. She'll kill him." He stated. Mitsunari made a noise."You are worried for him?""I'm worried forher." Hidemune said. Minehime finally caught up to Hidemune, moving to his side and grabbing his sleeve. Stop, it s not a big deal, I ll be careful..! it wasn t as if Minehime killed her human partner intentionally, it was what she was, a dragon. She was a full blooded dragon and far too much power to hand over to someone still so wet behind the ears. New recruits were usually too reckless, would use their familiars magic with reckless abandon and their bodies would always give out. It wasn t a pretty sight, a human still alive after their body was ravaged by an overflow of magic was pulled through them. "That isn't the point, Minehime." Hidemune turned to her and she could see he was scared."I did say the next time you killed your handler, we would kill you." Mitsunari said, "I can understand why you would want to forget such a fact, though it disappoints me all the same." Minehime flinched at his words, a scowl setting deeply on her face. She never killed her handlers intentionally, well, not the second or third ones. The first one was ruthlessly mean, so she snapped his neck, but the other two had been too eager to use her powers, had used too much. They got greedy and now she was the one in trouble for it. Maybe this one won t die too quickly.. He knew she was just as scared as him, but she had little choice in the matter. "Sign me up with her." Hidemune demanded. Mitsunari furrowed his brow slightly."You aren't in a position to make demands of me.""If you don't want the new blood to die, you'll sign her to him with me." He stated. Minehime looked from Mitsunari to Hidemune, holding her breath as she waited for his answer. She could only hope that Mitsunari would say yes, and that the recruit wouldn t overdo things. "Fine." Mitsunari agreed, "If it will ensure that nothing inconvenient happens." Hidemune clenched his fists tightly."It won't. Thank you, Ishida sama.." He replied. Minehime held Hidemune s sleeve a bit tighter, her stomach still in knots. You didn t have to do this.. He pulled her along, back to their room, "Yes, I did...I don't know what the new boy is like, I don't need him hurting you or getting hurt for being stupid. If anything happened to you because of him, I don't know what I'd do.." Kojurou had been to visit Jin in the forest surrounding the manor several times since their first meeting, Kojurou informing her of the ongoings of the world outside of her forest, and she showed him flora and fauna of which he had never seen before. It was incredible, really. He had seen millions of types of fae and spirits but none that looked so breath taking. He would stay well passed his off hours to be with her, she brought him a peace he never had. Jin had no issue having Kojurou spend hours within her forest, observing the fae and other creatures, watching the odd flowers and plants, even a few times finding himself dozing within the forest. It was always warm within the trees, not uncomfortably, and with an occasional gentle breeze. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, often making perfect little sunny spots throughout. He had fallen asleep again, basking in one of the warm patches. When he woke up, his head was laying on something soft, and when he looked it was Jin's lap. She was petting his hair gently, peeking when she felt him turn his head. Forgive me, you looked so peaceful, I figured I would sit with you. She said softly, smiling down at him. He blushed heavily and sat up quickly, "O Oh, my apologies! I didn't realize I had even drifted off!" It s quite alright, I didn t mind. She said with a gentle smile. You seemed tired enough to rest for some time, so I figure I d let you sleep. The feathers of his coat ruffled gently in his embarrassment, "Th Thank you...the peace is overwhelming, it seems.." He smiled bashfully. It is... This forest itself seems to have its own magical properties separate from my own. She reached out to caress a flower gently. "I very much enjoy it.." He said gently, watching her. I m glad, I quite enjoy your company he She was cut off with a grunt, jerking forward as a look of confusion and pain twisted her face. She looked immediately faint as she slowly slumped forward, catching herself before she fell forward, a large iron spike impaled into her back. "Jin dono!!" Kojurou tried to grab it but it burned his hand."And what is Date's pet doing out here with a God?" Kojurou looked and saw a rather ornate looking hunter approached them. Kojurou scowled and lunged at him, only to be thrown back by a simple iron woven fish net.Masamune heard the front door open and shut and assumed Kojurou had come back from his leisurely stroll through the woods. Jin s body felt like it had been plunged into fire, the iron stake through her chest making it hard to breathe or move. Kojurou..! She watched him stumble back and he pinned to the forest floor by the heavy iron net, which burned his skin as the stake inside her did. She ground her teeth, blood dripping steadily from her mouth and wound as she turned her attention onto the hunter approaching them. I don t know how you entered this forest.. But you certainly aren t leaving it alive.. She snarled through her teeth, bringing her arm up to cast her magic.Megohime lounged in his lap as he read, tail curling and uncurling lazily as she enjoyed the quiet moment with Masamune, paying no attention to the sounds of the door opening and closing. "Ah, ah, ah." Matsunaga drew a burning rune with his fingers and it shot out and wrapped around Jin's whole arm, sealing off her magic. "I've been at this a very long time, you know. I know every little spell and cast you dying Gods can make.""Megohime dono " Masamune shot upright in his seat, the voice alone chilling the entire manor, "Come out and play, Megohime dono " She winced and drew her arm back, slowly sinking lower to the ground. Jin already felt herself growing weaker and weaker from the iron, and did her best just to keep herself upright. She gripped the end of the stake that protruded from her chest and started to pull, despite the metal burning her skin.Megohime felt a chill down her spine and she looked to Masamune with panic in her eyes, had her husband found them somehow? Why hadn t they been alerted by the forest surrounding them, or even Kojurou? "J...Jin dono! Don't! You'll only hurt yourself more!" Kojurou protested. Matsunaga stood over Jin and drew another rune, this one green and sprinkling a faint mist over her."There will be time for that soon, Jin. Right now, sleep." He told her calmly."Are you upstairs ?" The voice sounded so clear, despite being in the foyer of the manor, "Never fear I shall find you soon enough " Jin struggled to stay awake, to stay upright, but she slowly sunk down to the forest floor, groaning softly. Ko...jurou... She slumped forward at the hunters feet, the iron weakening her enough to be affected by his spells, which otherwise would not affect her.Megohime covered her mouth to choke back a cry, flowing her eyes tightly. No, no, it couldn t be him, she had made a pact with Masamune that protected her from him, it had to be someone else. What should we do..? She whispered to Masamune. Matsunaga picked Jin up easily and smirked down at Kojurou as he struggled under the net, effectively burning himself further."Farewell, Right Eye of the Dragon." He said calmly before turning and leaving. Kojurou roared amd tried to push through the pain, but he only became more tangled."We deal with the sonovabitch." He whispered back. They could hear the slow footsteps making their way up the stairs, and a gentle scraping of steel against the marble floor. Megohime nodded, steadying herself before they both left the library to greet the unwelcome guest. Masamune channelled fire carefully in his hand as they moved slowly to meet this person. He was tall, lanky, an albino with a mask over his mouth."Ah. There you are, Megohime dono I've been looking everywhere for you " He said. Megohime scowled, her tail bristling and her fingernails growing sharp. Who the hell are you? She sneered at him. "My name is Tenkai. And I have been looking for you for so long. Your home was empty, so I did some poking around.""You sick son of a " Masamune threw the fireball at him but he merely smacked it away with one of his scythes. Megohime felt the same tug in her chest, the uncontrollable urge to protect Masamune, and she quickly moved in front of him, baring her teeth. I have nothing for you, begone! "You are a bride of Satan. A most powerful witch indeed and now that you are an unbound demon, you're even more powerful than before " He told her, slowly moving closer. She narrowed her eyes at him. I m not unbound, I have a master, one I ve already pledged myself to. She didn t back away from him, keeping herself between Masamune and the intruder to protect Masamune. "Well then " He rushed forward with a near impossible speed, "Why don't we fix that?!" Megohime quickly rushed forward to stop Tenkai, grabbing the raised blades with her bare hands to stop them, teeth bared and tail lashing. If you think killing him will get me to bind to you, you re wrong! "And what can I do to make it right, hm ?" He asked before a fireball was lobbed over Megohime to hit him. He barely dodged, ripping his blades from Megohime's hands. She winced but only pressed forward in her attack, trying to drive him backward down the stairs. Run yourself through with your blades. She hissed sarcastically. Masamune shot a bolt of lightning at Tenkai and he narrowly side stepped that attack. Tenkai rushed forward, swinging his scythe and aiming for Megohime's side. But it was a trick, he abandoned the scythe and moved passed Megohime to get to Masamune. No! Megohime s arm shot out and she just managed to grab a handful of the mans long hair, yanking him backwards and throwing him down the stairs, quickly following after him. "Mego!" Masamune called and chased after them. Tenkai regained his footing and wielded his single scythe at the ready. Megohime s hands crackled with electricity, an angry scowl on her face. You were an idiot to come here alone. She hissed, then charged again, trying to take his head off. "Not a fool merely testing the waters " He answered, ducking her swing and ramming his elbow into her gut. Megohime gasped and ground her teeth, raking her claws up his back before stumbling away. You say that like I'm going to let you leave! She snarled as she charged again. Tenkai took the fuull brunt of her charge, wheezing as he was launched backward. Megohime didn t stop, going after him again and again, pummeling him to the ground over and over. Her form had started to change as she continued her attack, her rage showing as her legs lost their human form and reverted to their beastly form, shadowy smoke rolling off her, and her eyes glowing with her rage. "Mego! Mego!" Masamune moved over and did the only thing he could think to do, and that was to grab her tail, "Settle!" Megohime flinched, but stopped, turning to look at him over her shoulder with an embarrassed expression. Sorry.. She muttered, and slowly the smoke dissipated, and her eyes stopped glowing. "You're fine. Do you remember that displacement spell I taught you? The pseudo teleport?" He asked. She nodded, taking a small step away from Tenkai on the ground, and toward Masamune. I do, should I use it on him? "Yeah. It'll drop him somewhere random and I don't care where right now. We need to go find Kojurou." He said. Megohime nodded and turned back to Tenkai, murmuring the incantation Masamune had taught her, flicking her wrist and sending the man somewhere else off of the property. Masamune brushed his hair back and sighed heavily, "Jesus H. Christ." How did he get in? I thought the forest kept out intruders. Megohime asked, looking to Masamune with worry. "Unless something happened.." He muttered and headed out, "Let's go." Megohime nodded and quickly followed after him, worried for Kojurou, what had happened? Why hadn t he noticed the intruders? Masamune headed into the forest, immediately alarmed when it didn't rise up to beat on Megohime. "Kojurou!" He called and jogged deeper. Megohime was jumpy at every turn, every noise or movement, but she was never attacked once. What s going on, I thought I couldn t step foot in here.. She muttered. "Let's just keep looking..." He said, "Kojurou!! Can you hear me?!" Megohime stopped, smelling something familiar, the scent of burning flesh. Masamune, this way! She said, taking off in a hurry, following her nose to where she smelled the burning scent. Masamune hurried after her and when he caught up to her, they found Kojurou stuck under an iron net."Kojurou!" Masamune pulled it off and Kojurou gadped raggedly."He took her..." He gasped. Masamune scowled softly."Who?""Some...some hunter. He took Jin dono." Kojurou replied. Masamune looked to Megohime, hoping she knew what he was talking about Megohime shook her head, not knowing of who it could ve been. I ve heard of hunters, but I never did any poking, didn t want anyone poking back. "She's the one protecting the forest!" Kojurou argued. Masamune rose his hands."Settle down. We'll find her and bring her back." He said, "Whoever she is..." She s the one who attacked me when I first came into the forest... But I really don t know much about the hunter, witches avoided them like the plague. Megohime said. Masamune helped Kojurou to his feet, "Don't worry about it, Mego, we'll figure it out. Help me get Kojurou inside." Megohime nodded, moving to Kojurou s other side to help him walk back to the manor. They brought him inside and to Masamune's enchanting room so he could heal him. Jin woke slowly, body still feeling painfully heavy, and with the stake still stuck through her chest. She turned her head slowly, everything sluggish. "Good evening," it was the hunter, making his way towards her, "I trust you slept well?" She moved her heavy eyes to look at him, then tried to get up, tried to use her magic on him, grunting with effort and pain as she slowly struggled to sit up. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said before pointing to her wrist. It looked like a bangle with runes all over it, "If you use your magic, it'll only siphon it faster." Jin collapsed forward, feeling so very weak, arms trembling from supporting her weight. What have you done to me..? She asked, barely managing to look up at him through her disheveled hair. "Those runes with siphon out all of your magic until you are no more than a shell of...well whatever it is you gods are made of." He told her. Jin scowled deeply, then noticed something on the inside of her wrist. She brought her arm up to inspect it, and it was silver tree bark. She pulled her sleeve down to conceal it, if anything mostly from herself. The words the hunter spoke were true, her magic was being drained from her body, and soon she would collapse and cease to be. Why? I ve harmed no humans, caused no trouble, why do you do this? She asked through a clenched jaw. "We don't need your kind anymore. All we need is your magic." He told her. We aren t here to be of use to humans..! She hissed back, then her head started to spin and she slumped back down on the floor. You know not what you re doing, you ll kill many fae in this grasp for power..! "That's the idea." He smirked, tapping his temple gently, "There is no need for your kind." His words sent rage through her, and she forced herself back up, gnashing her teeth. You ll destroy this world.. She took a shaky step forward, barely managing to her feet in the process. You ll regret your every action..! "So far, I have no regrets." He told her, "Never have since day one." She made it one more step before she fell to one knee, just out of arms reach. You won t succeed.. She had dark circles under her eyes, her complexion pale. "Who will come for you? The spirit you were with? He's most likely dead by now." He told her. I do not need saving... I will rid of you myself. She said, but was unable to move from her spot. Her strength had been all but robbed from her, only leaving a small sliver of it behind. She had to focus on it, preserve her magic so she could slay him, but it would take time. "We'll see, won't we?" He remarked before making sure everything was in order and leaving her on her own. She only slumped against the wall, focusing on building her magic as it was siphoned away. As she thought, it would take some time, but she would be able to save up enough for a spell or two, just enough to get away. Kojurou was hard at work trying to locate Jin, using every spell and spirit contact he had. He hoped someone saw something. Nana was treated rather well within the confinement of the Orders prison with all things considered a warm bed to sleep in, clean clothes to wear, and even three hot meals a day. She would be treated with care, as she was carrying a valuable asset, and the Order did not want to waste it. A halfling was incredibly rare, and it s potential vast. She was alone in her cell as she always was, so she was understandably spooked when she suddenly heard a cane tap against the floor in front of her. "My, my, you poor thing. What a sad hand Fate has dealt you." Nana let out a soft gasp, startled by the sudden appearance of another. Her milky eyes stared ahead blankly, dead from an old wound. Who s there? "Someone willing to set you free. Return that which was lost." She felt a thumb slowly ghost under her eye. Nana flinched at the touch, but didn t pull away completely. I I don t understand.. She shook her head. What do you mean? Who are you? "A concerned passerby, saddened by your sorry state. With child, imprisoned, your lover gone and seeming to never return." He said, "I can get you out of here. For a price." Nana s heart skipped a beat, this man could free her from this prison? A And my son, would he be freed as well? I wouldn t have to leave him here? She leaned forward slightly, expression desperate. "He would be as free as a bird." He replied, "Two for the price of one, I suppose." Nana struggle to her feet, still eager to learn this mans identity, and how he was able to make it into her locked room. What do I have to do? You said there was a price, what is it? "All you have to do is become my bride." He told her, "And you'll gain the freedom of you and your son as well as your eye sight." She froze right there, feeling her hopes dashed become his bride? How cruel was that? She had already been hoping for Motochika to ask her hand in marriage, but seeing the situation she was in currently, that seemed the farthest from her reach. I I already belong to someone.. She barely managed out, weighing her options it wasn t just her own freedom she was bargaining, but her unborn child s. "Well, if that's how you feel about it." He said and she could hear his Western style shoes click gently against the floor. No, wait! Nana quickly stumbled after the man, reaching out blindly. I will! I ll do it! She regretted it the moment the words left her mouth, but what other option did she have? Stay locked away in that small room forever? Live with the knowledge her son was being raised as a tool? No, she couldn t do that, and she didn t have Motochika to help her this time, she d have to do it on her own. She heard him chuckle before taking her hand, "That makes me very happy to hear." He said before her eyes started tingling. Nana felt odd, her eyes growing warm, but not painfully so she didn t let go of this mans hand, didn t try to push away either, and soon instead of seeing nothing, her vision began to blur and grow brighter. When her eyes fully adjusted and her sight returned, she could see this man was rather handsome, dressed in Western clothes. "Well, that's the first part done " Nana blinked in shock, looking around the stone room before to the man again. How did you..? She was shocked and amazed, no mortal had powers like this. "Do that? Rather easily it's no trouble for me " He replied. She shook her head, nearly stunned speechless. Who are you? She asked again. He smiled a charming smile and nary bat an eye as the word tumbled from his mouth, "Lucifer. But you may know me better as Akuma " Her now seeing eyes widened at his name, and she could hardly believe her ears. Lucifer? She wanted nothing more than to pull her hand away in that instant. But how? Why? "Well, I'm in need of a new bride, you see. My previous one decided she wanted to leave me, even after I had treated her with such kindness. And you looked so sad." He said. Nana didn t quite understand his though process, of course his previous bride ran from him, he was Satan himself. That was all that brought you to me? "Mm...well I need someone to help spread my influence. Go out and preach on my behalf I'm a busy man, you understand." He told her. P Preach..? Preach what? She stared back at him with wide eyes. The church would burn me..! "It isn't open preaching just more...influencing, I suppose is a better description " He told her. Nana didn t want this kind of life, didn t want to be married to the devil and to spread his work, but she had no choice. She nodded, casting her gaze away in shame she would agree to such a thing. Alright. She agreed. He helped her stand and smiled charmingly, "Shall we, pet ?" She didn t like his new name for her, but she only nodded, letting him hold her hand. Yes.. She said softly. He tapped his cane and in the blink of an eye, she was on the shore line with him. "Out here you're a might far from people but it'll be hard for them to find you should you upset anyone. The church is awful touchy." She feared the church less than him, but still feared him all the same. What if they find me? She asked softly, looking to him. "They will not. I'll teach you how to hide your appearance." He smiled, "No one will know it was you " Nana looked to him again. And of Motochika? Can he stay with me? Can you find him and bring him here? His expression changed drastically. "No. You will not be allowed to see him." Why? I That s right, she was his wife now, why would he allow for another man to live with her? Will I be allowed to tell him goodbye? She asked softly. "You already did when he left." He stated flatly, "I will not entertain the topic further." Nana felt like her heart would break in two, but she only nodded, whispering a soft agreement.He had set up a modest home for her, already full of some food and furniture simple things she d need to survive on her own. His smile returned, "Good. I have some things to do but I'll be back tomorrow to teach you that shapeshifting spell." She gave another silent nod, clearly upset by the fact she could never see Motochika again, but took solace in the fact that she had Nobu still. He moved to leave but stopped, "Oh, right, I almost forgot. You cannot keep your child." Nana actually felt her heart skip a beat. Can t keep my child..?! Why..?! She looked absolutely devastated, almost like she would cry. "I will not help raise another man's child. Send it away when born." He told her. You won t have to raise him at all! I ll care for him, I ll do it all on my own, you won t even have to see him! She tried desperately to bargain with him, not wanting to lose the last thing she had of herself and Motochika, the only good thing left. "Either send him away or I kill him." He stated flatly. She wanted to scream, scream in rage and frustration, but also from heartbreak. I don t know where Motochika is. She said quietly. He s been gone almost a year. I won t just send him to some orphanage. He gave a nonchalant shrug, "Guess he dies... " No! She shot back quickly, fighting her tears now. Please, let me send him to live with Motochika! I just need to find him! "And have you run away like the last one did?!" His rage personified, towering over her easily, "I think not!!" He yelled before forcing himself to calm down, "If it will make you more...cooperative...after he is born,I will take him to Motochika." Nana had barely registered that she had broken out in a cold sweat, having taken a step back out of fear, knees trembling. Qatar couldn t even speak, only nodding numbly, face a bit pale. His smile returned like he never lost his temper, "Good. I'm glad." She only spent a day or two alone in her new home before Lucifer returned, and this time with what she could only assume was a demon, as it s appearance was quite frightful. "Hello, my darling." Lucifer greeted with a smile, "How are you today?" Nana was heavily pregnant and clearly ready to give birth any day now, but yet she hadn t even gone into labor yet. She looked a little dreary, but gave a nod. I m alright.. "I hope you're ready. It's your big day today." He said. Nana looked confused, shaking her head. I don t understand? I haven t had any contractions yet. "You're welcome. May as well make everything easier and painless for you. Come," he took her hand and guided her to the bedroom. Nana was beyond confused, following without a struggle and doing as she was told, lest she face his wrath again. "You're going to give birth today." He smiled as he helped her lay in bed. Nana felt a small shudder of fear run down her spine, what was he talking about? She hadn t even had contractions or felt anything, surely she wasn t due yet? And how would he know anyway? "You don't believe me, do you?" He said before snapping his fingers. Immense, white hot pain shot through her much worse than when she lost her eyes. Her eyes watered immediately, choking back a scream of pain as she hunched forward in bed. Wh What..? She barely managed out. Please stop..! Was he telling the truth? Why had he taken away her pain? He snapped his fingers again and the pain vanished, "Just lay down and relax, this will be over as soon as possible." Nana only gave a silent nod, laying back in bed and looking up at the ceiling. She wished this was happening with Motochika, that after she wouldn t have to say goodbye to her only child, but wishing did nothing. She could only feel a slight pressure as she was guided to push, Lucifer standing with her and holding her hand affectionately. Nana found the way he emulated emotions disturbing, but didn t pull away, only pushing as instructed. Though she felt no pain, she did sweat and strain from the labor, it still taxing on her body. Eventually, she heard the sound of her child crying, and the demon was surprisingly gentle as it cleaned and swaddled the newborn. "It is a boy, sire.." It said as it moved closer. Nana was covered in sweat, hair stuck to her forehead, and when she heard it was a boy, she felt her heart swell and tears prick her eyes. Can I hold him..? She asked, tired from the hours of pushing. Lucifer didn't seem very happy, but nodded regardless. The demon carefully offered her son to her, and she could see faint seal spots on his tiny shoulders. Her tears spilled down her cheeks the moment she had him in her arms, and she had to fight her sobs, gently petting his hair, which was already so thick atop his head was it because he was half yokai? It swirled black and white, soft as could be, and already she saw Motochika in his face. He settled as soon as she touched him, his short little arm reaching out to her to grab her. It was just them in the room no Lucifer, no demon midwife, just her and her son. Nana let him grab onto her finger, his small hand warm, and when she smelled his head, she could ve sworn he smelled of the sea. He held her finger tight in his little fist, relaxing in her arms peacefully. He was so pure, so soft. He was everything she could have hoped for. She closed her eyes and inhaled his smell, it reminding her of Motochika as well, it only made her weep silently. She didn t want this moment to end, she wanted to hold her child forever. "You don't have much longer with him, Nana.." Lucifer's voice said gently, "He has to go soon." She clutched him to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut tight, wishing she could block out his voice. I know. She whispered softly, sounding more defeated than desperate now. I know.. Just a moment longer... She said softly, nuzzling her child. He didn't say another word and moved away to give her more time. How cruel this world was, to have her son grow up without his mother, to never let her see her only true love again. What had she done to deserve this fate? She felt like she couldn t possibly have enough time with her child, whispering to him gentle words of affection, telling him his name, how she loved him and would always love him. Lucifer stood quietly for a moment or two longer before moving to carefully take Nobu from her, "Time to go." Nana almost tugged her child back, reaching out for her child in a silent protest, only to turn her head away as to not have to watch them leave. She heard them walk away and the door open and shut before dead silence. That was it. Her last tie to Motochika was gone. Nana didn t want to look back at the door, didn t want to move at all, feeling a heavy weight slowly overcoming her. Her son was gone, and she was to never see him again, never hold him again. Tears fell freely down her cheeks, not bothering to wipe at them as she numbly laid back down in bed. She was alone for a long time before Lucifer returned, alone, "There now. He's in a good home." He told her. Nana pulled the blanket closer to her, unable to look at him. He s with Motochika..? She asked softly, still shedding tears silently. "As I promised." He answered, "He is safe." Nana s time by herself was a struggle, she had no one there to help her with the daily chores, no one to speak to, only herself and Lucifer when he found time for her. He did his best to teach her magic, but either she was resistant to his teachings, or she wasn t trying hard enough. He became a little annoyed with the fact that she wasn't picking up his teachings. He would have to try something else. They would train until Nana was on her hands and knees, exhausted. I I can t..! She had tried what seemed like a dozen times to try and cast one simple spell, but she just couldn t was it because it was black magic? Lucifer seemed rather annoyed, "It shouldn't be this hard. Everyone picks it up so easy. You can't even do a basic incantation." I m trying..! She looked up at him, clearly distressed was there any possibility she was resistant to black magic? He rubbed his chin gently in confusion, thoughtful of what it could be. She was a rather pure soul, her spirit almost too much for him to get close to. Nana did her best to catch her breath, standing up and waiting for further instruction would he have to corrupt her for this to work? He moved toward her and put his hand to her chest, trying to push all of his dark force into her body, but it only forced itself back into himself with a painful jolt. He cried out and stumbled back, "Son of a bitch!" Nana stumbled back, putting a hand on her chest. Wh What was that..?! She asked, feeling like she had been shocked in the chest. "I was trying...to corrupt you...but fuck if your soul isn't the purest I've come across. How is that even possible?" He hissed. Corrupt... You were trying to corrupt me..!? She looked angry as all hell. Why..!? "To make teaching you magic easier!" He argued, "What do you care anyway? It isn't like you talk to anyone but me." She flinched at his words, looking away with a soft frown. I m done for today... She muttered softly, eyes sad. I want to be alone.. He fumed and vanished with a snap of his fingers. Nana would spend the rest of the afternoon drinking the cooking wine Lucifer had provided to her. She never much cared for the taste, but she had no other outlets she wanted to feel, she wanted Motochika and her son. By the time the sun started to set, she was quite intoxicated, sitting on the floor against her bed as she downed more, not caring if it spilled. "Nana?" That voice. No, it couldn't be. Lucifer said no one would find her this far out. Nana looked up at the door before scowling. I know this is just a trick,Lucifer. She spat, throwing a half empty bottle of wine at the door, missing and having it smash against the wall. He flinched and frowned heavily, "Nana, it's me...God, I've been looking for you forever..!" The house was quiet for a moment before he heard stumbling, then the door opened. Nana stood there looking up at Motochika, the moving to grab his shirt. She pulled him forward into a kiss, holding him tightly as tears fell down her cheeks. He kissed back and held her tight. It felt so familiar, so warm. It was him. It had to be. Her head was spinning from the alcohol, but everything about him confirmed that it was him. He smelled of the sea, his lips were chapped, and his hair had the faintest bit of salt in it, making it rough. Nana kissed him deeply, her body aching at the familiarity, heart pounding hard in her chest. He gave a soft noise and held her tighter, tangling his fingers in her hair. Nana let out a soft moan, having to pull away to breathe, pulling Motochika inside, stumbling a bit as she did so. I need you.. She whispered against his lips. I need you inside me.. He blushed and stumbled in, "Wh What, really? S So soon?" I haven t seen you for nearly three years. She managed out, her breathing heavy. I ve missed you... I just want to be close to you again.. He frowned softly and pet her cheek, "I'm sorry I left you, Nana.." Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks, putting her hand over his and enjoying his touch. You were gone for so long.. She cried softly. "I know...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to be gone so long.." He whispered. Don t leave me again.. She leaned up on the tips of her feet to kiss him again. Swear it to me.. He was quiet for a long time, "I swear..." Nana pulled him down to kiss him again, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding herself flush against him. He held her and kissed back, moving further into the house with her. Nana gripped the back of his shirt, tugging at it a bit, letting out soft moans of delight as he kissed her. Even him just holding her felt so good, she missed his touch, his smell, she missed seeing him. Tears fell down her cheeks as she pulled his shirt over his head. "Why are you crying, Nana...?" He asked gently, "Have I grown ugly?" She shook her head, her head was spinning. I just missed you so much.. She whispered softly. I ve been so alone... It hurts so much.. He frowned softly, "I missed you, too, Nana..." He muttered before leaning down and kissing her again. Nana made a soft noise, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of them being so close again. He picked her up gently and carried her to where he figured her bed was, laying her down and moving over her. Nana lay back, pulling the skirts of her dress up to her hips and simply removing her underwear. She didn t bother removing her dress completely, or even her boots, moving to undo Motochika s trousers. He allowed her, trailing his kisses down her neck. His hands moved over her hips slowly, petting and groping with need. Nana freed his member from his trousers, stroking his member, her touches exposing her need. She was already growing wet, the firm touches from Motochika exciting her. He moaned lowly, gruffly, his need throbbing in her hand. All the time lost between them felt like nothing now. Nana touched him how he had told her he liked to be touched, stroking him firmly and at a decent pace, her heat aching to be touched. He moaned lowly and reached to play with her damp heat, his rough fingers working her clit. Nana let out a soft moan, the feeling sending a jolt through her body, flushing with heat. Her strokes became sloppy, finding it hard to focus on pleasuring him when his touches made her feel so good. He moaned lowly, his hipa bucking slightly as he tried to control himself. Nana closed her eyes as she touched him, enjoying the head rush from her drunkenness and the feeling of Motochika touching her. "D...Do you want me to go further, Nana..?" He asked raggedly. Nana nodded breathlessly, shifting her legs so he could get to her better, offering herself to him. He moved and pressed himself against her before he began sliding in, almost too easily from how wet she was. Nana let out a small moan, the feeling of him filling her only further arousing her. Motochika.. She breathed out in a moan. He didn't stop until he was fully seated inside her, giving her a moment before he began to move. Nana and Motochika spent quite some time making love, the both of them coming several times before they couldn t go on any longer. In the morning, when Nana woke, she was alone and tucked into bed. Her head pounded, and she was wearing her night gown, her boots and dress tossed onto the floor amongst the scattered bottles. It was a dream then. Of course it was. She had drank too much and her broken heart made her dream of the one thing she couldn't have. Nana felt tears of frustration filling her vision, and she turned her head to bury her face into the pillow, curling up into a ball and laying still in her bed. Lucifer would visit her later on, to check on her and visit her so she wasn't wholly alone. Nana was clearly more depressed than usual, not bothering to dress for the day, or even get out of bed to greet him, simply laying with her back to him. "What's wrong, darling? You seem down." He noted. Nana didn t respond, the deep ache in her chest making her entire body hurt, it felt heavy. He made a low noise and moved toward her, "What's the matter?" Nothing important to you. She muttered, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. He gave another noise, "That so?" She didn t want to speak to him, she didn t want him there in that moment. Yeah, you wouldn t. "Try me. We're to be wed, after all. A marriage is both ways." He told her. Nana was quiet, wishing for Lucifer to simply disappear, but she knew he wasn t going to. It doesn t matter anyway. She dismissed him. "It matters to me." He said as he sat beside her. She shifted away from him when she felt him sit on the bed beside her. I don t want to speak about this with you. "I'm your husband, you should feel comfortable enough discussing things with me." He told her. You aren t my fucking husband..! Nana shot upright in bed, tossing the pillow at Lucifer, red faced and ready eyed. Leave me alone! I don t want to see you today!! He took the pillow to the face mainly due to shock and he scowled, "There's no call to be so rude." She wiped her tears away angrily. Go away! I don t want to learn magic today, I don t want to be corrupted, and I don t want to see your face..! "What did I do to deserve such ire?" He fumed, "I have done nothing." You you don t even understand! You never would! Just go! She shouted, only getting more and more upset. "I will not." He stated, "I own you, Nana." Then what do you want..!? To make me miserable? To watch me suffer..!? She snapped at him. "I want you to love me!" He snapped, shooting up from the bed. But I don t! She snapped back, teeth bared and still crying. "You will! One way or another!" He snapped. Nana fell quiet, pursing her lips and clenching her fists. You would force it, wouldn t you. She said lowly, hatred in her eyes. "If you force my hand." He told her, voice straining to level. That s why I will never love you. She said lowly, turning her gaze away from him, sitting on the bed silently for another moment before speaking again. Motochika would never force me to do something like this. She had never seen fury so raw before, not even when Motochika lost his mind so long ago. Lucifer was on her in an instant, hand wrapped around her throat tightly, "Neverspeak that name in my presence." Nana was taken by surprise, laying stunned on the bed before she finally attempted to take a breath, but nothing came. His grip was so tight she saw spots, and her eyes were wide with shock and fear. "Do I make myself clear?" He growled lowly. Fresh tears fell down her cheeks and she nodded the best she could with his hands around her throat, staring at him with fear and hatred. Nana hated him, he was little better than the awful man who had blinded and raped her, and now the physical abuse was back again. He released her throat and stepped away, "I'm sorry to be so brash with you, darling.." Nana coughed and rubbed her throat rolling over on the bed and crying quietly.Days would go on, Nana s lessons continuing despite her being unable to preform any black magic, still she did what she could, studying old tomes, practicing incantations and even working with potions. He would supervise, finding her struggling and failing rather endearing. Nana put herself completely into her studies, as much as she had no interest in it. She still had yet to be able to cast any spells, but she was able to make decent potions. She was tired, either sleeping more than she planned to, or not being able to sleep at all. Now she was simply hanging herbs, prepping them for both potions and for cooking. "Nana.." Lucifer looked up at her from his seat, "How are you doing today?" Nana tied another bundle of herbs, then hung them upside down over dimly lit fire so they could dry. I m fine. She said quietly as she worked, not bothering to look at him when she spoke. "How are your needs? Are they adequate?" He asked. Needs? What did that mean? She frowned softly, only glancing at him. Your demons bring me plenty, I don t need any more supplies. She muttered, carefully making another bundle to dry out. "No, no. Not those needs." He said, glancing up at her. Nana stopped, only briefly as the dream of her and Motochika entered her mind. I m fine. She muttered firmly. Truth be told, some nights she ached for Motochika, but shed never tell Lucifer. "Are you lying to me, dear?" He asked, eyes never leaving her. Would it matter if I was? She retorted, hanging up another bushel. You never said I had to be an obedient wife. "It would be ideal." He mused. None of this is ideal. She said, hanging the last of the herbs before moving passed him to retrieve her store of already dried herbs. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap, "Yes, your sour attitude seems to put quite the damper on things." She was taken by surprise, dropping the container of herbs, face flushing as she realized just how close their faces were. He smirked gently, "Speechless? I have that effect on people " Her face flushed and she tried to stand up. I m busy, I don t have time for this meaningless flirting. His grip on her arm tightened, "You have plenty of time for your husband " She looked away, clearly embarrassed. What do you want? She asked quietly. Make it quick. "I actually prefer to take my tine but if you would rather have a quick bedroom waltz, we can " He replied. Nana felt her heart jump into her throat, not able to bring herself to look at Lucifer again. I m not in the mood. She said quietly. "But I am." He said, "Can't you help me this once?" She seemed to shrink, a soft frown on her face, feeling both fear and sadness. I... She was afraid of what he would do if she told him no, but didn t want to tell him yes. Was she supposed to be unfaithful to Motochika? Perhaps it didn t matter now, since she was to marry Lucifer instead. "Hm ? That's alright, isn't it ?" He asked. She nodded slightly, feeling shame. Yes. She answered, trying to put Motochika out of her mind. He pet her cheek and cooed, "That's a good girl " Nana stood, not bothering to shake his grip off her arm, moving her hands to start undressing herself. He let her go to make things easier, watching quietly. Nana removed her socks and shoes, then removed her dress, partly exposing her badly scarred back. She almost had completely forgotten about her disfigured back, pushing her underwear down before covering her breasts and turning to face Lucifer. He purred softly and his suit disappeared without him so much as moving. Nana stood there for a moment before slowly and carefully crawling back onto his lap. What did he even like? What did he want her to do? "Why not use your mouth for a bit, hm? Here," he waved his hand and a small pillow appeared on the floor in front of them, "for comfort." Nana crawled down off his lap and onto the pillow, her face flushed red as she took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly at first, trying to get him hard before taking him into his mouth. He relaxed and moaned lowly, his head falling back a bit. She found it humiliating, having to pleasure someone else, this time not for Motochika s pelt, but because she now belonged to this man. She squeezed her eyes shut and continued, not making a single noise as she worked. She would grow comfortable eventually, he thought. He wasn't that revolting of a person, he didn't think. He would have to try and help her forget about Motochika. Though he had returned her sight to her, Nana s eyes always seemed so sad, either always avoiding eye contact, or looking briefly with contempt. Still, she remained mostly obedient, doing as he ordered as best she could. He enjoyed her workings until he reached his climax, spilling his seed into her mouth with a growl, "S Sorry, I should have asked first.." Nana swallowed the bitter seed with a grimace, shaking her head. It s fine.. She muttered she only wished she could be with Motochika, not with Lucifer. He brushed her hair back gently, "Do you want to go to the bed now?" Why was he being so gentle? So kind? It felt weird. It wasn t the same as that awful fisherman, but somehow, it felt worse. She gave a small nod, not bringing her eyes up, but muttering her agreement. He helped her stand and took her to the bed, kissing her shoulder up and down slowly. She tilted her head to the side, letting him kiss her shoulder and neck. She only closed her eyes, wishing for Motochika to be with her in that moment instead of Lucifer. He laid her down and crawled on top of her, rubbing his tip against her entrance to make sure she was wet enough before alowly sliding into her. Nana made a soft grunt as he pushed inside her, gripping the sheets. Her face was flushed, unable to deny the fact that he had made her excited. She didn t want to look at him, closing her eyes, and simply thinking of Motochika. It was almost too easy to replace Lucifer's sounds with Motochika's as Lucifer moved, rocking his hips steadily. Nana kept her eyes shut, gripping the sheets tightly as she imagined Motochika over her, inside her. His moans filled her ears, and she even let a few moans out herself, letting Lucifer do as he pleased to her. He moved faster and a bit rougher, grunting and moaning lowly. Nana winced, but kept her mind focused on imagining Motochika making love to her.Akihime has been called upon again, being told her next patient was in critical condition, and she was absolutely not allowed to fail. When she entered the room, there was a slender figure laying out on a cot, midsection covered in blood stained bandages. They had long, wild pink hair, and delicate features she was beautiful, thick full lashes and freckles splattered across their face. They looked to be in pain, with what she could see of their face, a metal mask over their mouth, secured with a heavy lock. After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer pulled out before he finished inside her. Maybe he didn't want children?"Oh, Gods..." Akihime moved over and delicately removed the bandages both to inspect the damage and to keep the mended skin from eating the fabric. Three deep claw marks had torn the soft flesh of his stomach, and despite what medicines he had been treated with, he needed more than that. Even up close it was a bit hard to tell him a man, as he looked so beautifully feminine, but the chest gave it away. He had three line like tattoo marks on both sides of his neck, and scale like tattoo marks across his whole body.He was breathing shallowly, and he looked pale, like he was on deaths door. That things a freak through and through. One of the guards muttered in disgust. The girl? I don t think she s half bad. No, the fish. I thought he would ve croaked already, but it just won t die. Akihime glared back at them, "Hold your tongue! He is still a living being and I will not have you belittle him in this state!" She hissed before turning back to the siren and beginning her healing. When she turned back, Akihime was startled to see his eyes were open, hazy with pain, but clearly looking up at her. Wait, had he not been given anything for his pain? Nothing at all? Why are all the healers such bleeding hearts. One of the guards muttered. They re just animals, they only have that form because they ve been bound. She turned and threw a wooden pestle at them from her mortar beside her, "Get out! Surely you can do your job noisily outside so I can work!" She hissed. The guards dodged the pestle easily, both looking annoyed. We should just go get Ishida sama... Akihime heard one mutter, but they stayed in the room, more than likely ordered to.The young man watched Akihime, his fatal wound healing slowly, and at no point did he seem like he was on the verge of death was this the mermaids curse? Immortality? Akihime gave the guards one last glare before looking down at the mermaid. Merman? Siren fit just fine, really. He was rather enchanting. "Are you in any more pain? I'm sorry the process is so slow.." His eyes moved to her lips, as if trying to see what she was saying, maybe he was deaf? No, with how unfocused his eyes were, he was more than likely delirious with pain, unable to comprehend what she was saying, and unable to answer from the metal mask covering his mouth. She frowned and reached to touch the lock over the mask he was forced to wear. The only pain relief she could make for him had to be administered orally, which made her heart hurt. What had happened to him?"What put him in such a sorry state?" She asked the guards gently before she reached to hold up a bag of poppy seeds, "Answer my questions and I'll make it worth your while.." The only thing you could offer that would make it worth my while ain t no damn seeds. One guard said, grabbing his crotch with a nasty smirk. It was a dragon, no one in the Order managed to tame it, so it had to be subdued for extermination. It managed to take one last swipe and caught half the squadron, the fish was one of those hit, only one to live too. The second piped up, looking a bit disgusted by his comrades perverted behavior. Akihime held out her hand, "If you could hand me the pestle I tossed, I will reward your forthcoming nature." She said. The healing magic was still hard at work, mending and closing the broken skin as if she didn't even need to be there in the first place. The one who had answered her looked uncomfortable, picking up the pestle and placing it in Akihime s hand. Don t need no milk of the poppy.. He muttered, returning to his posted, the older one grunting and turning his head away. You re not supposed to speak with witches, they ll just curse you. He spat bitterly. "Oh yes dark curses awful ones like making your penis smaller, or worse it could rot off if I so wished " She said. Like Hell she knew any of those things, but if she could get under their skin she was for it. She turned back to the siren and focused harder on her healing, wanting to patch him up as fast as she could. He didn't deserve to suffer any more. She heard the door behind her open and close and when she glanced back, she only saw the younger guard, who kept his eyes off of Akihime, saying nothing. She laughed and shook her head, "Oh wow as if I could do any of those things withwhite magic." She said softly. She smiled down at the siren, "Wouldn't that be something, hm?" The man blinked slowly, letting out a soft wheeze and crinkling his eyes, almost as if he was laughing. That s when the door opened and the first older guard came in. She s disobeying again, being unruly, and threatening using her Magic s.Again. The guard growled, having retrieved Mitsunari like he had said he would, Amaya stood behind Mitsunari, head down and silent. Akihime looked back and offered a warm smile, "Hello, Mitsunari. I was just doing what you asked. Only magic's here is the ones I'm using to heal this poor young man.""What is considered unruly?" Mitsunari almost demanded. Akihime turned back to look at her work the wound was almost completely healed up now. Tryin orders, throwin things, threatening unsanctioned magic use, runnin her mouth. What are we supposed to do if we aren t allowed to use physical force against the healers? The guard asked Mitsunari. "I have done no such thing, Mitsunari, I have been focusing solely on my work." Akihime said, not turning back this time. Mitsunari scowled lightly and glanced at the younger guard. The younger guard jumped a bit, looking nervously from Akihime to the other guard. I I... She s been doing her job as she says, sir.. He said, looking away. Mitsunari turned on the older guard, "Don't waste my fucking time with your bullshit." He hissed. The older guard flinched, muttering in agreement and bowing to Mitsunari. Of course sir, forgive me. Mitsunari left angrily and Akihime kept her back to the guards as she finished the siren."There you go...much better now, hm?" Sje gently ran her fingers over the mended skin with a smile, "Like it never happened." The siren made a soft noise, almost like a thank you. Let s go girl, you ve got more work to do. One of the guards said gruffly, the older one, clearly angry. She looked back at him with bored eyes before looking down at the siren, "Akihime desu. I hope I get to see you again under better circumstances." She told him, eyes gentle. The siren gave a slight nod, eyes crinkling again in what she could only guess was a smile. Let s go! The guard growled out again. She rolled her eyes and gave the siren's hand a squeeze before turning to leave. "You don't have to yell..." The younger guard opened the door and the older one sneered at her, his hatred burning clear in his eyes as they both escorted her from the cell. Akihime tried not to let the oldest bother her, but she glanced at the youngest apologetically, "I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to reward you for answering my question.." The younger guard looked to Akihime and shook his head. It s fine, really! He said with a soft smile, then quickly looked away when he saw the older guard glaring death at him. Akihime looked to the older guard blankly, "Do you get off on bullying people? Or has your wife ceased accepting your dick? Oh, don't tell me..." She stifled a laugh and pinched her index finger and thumb together in a small gap, "It's too small for her? I have a potion for that, you poor bastard " The guard didn t say anything, only looked down at her with cold eyes before backhanding her hard across the face, knocking her off her feet. You don t seem to realize that you aren t employed here, that you aren t an equal. You re a slave, witch, and when you ve outlived your usefulness, you ll be burned, just like every other witch that ends up here. Teru, that s enough, she s just a girl.. The younger guard tried to come to her aid, but was shut down quickly. You wanna know how we kill our witches who ve outlived their usefulness, girlie? He sneered down at her. Y see, we don t just tie em to a stake and light them up, no no, we use dragon fire. It makes sure you re nothing but a black smear on the ground when you re done. Akihime fought the cold shudder of fear that rocketed down her spine. Dragon fire? They had a dragon?"I'm not a slave...and you don't scare me. If it weren't for me or the other witches you've so heartlessly murdered, you and your pets wouldn't be here still to bark when told! You better be thankful none of them or me knows black magic or you and this whole rotten order would be cursed straight to Hell where you all belong! Lay a hand on me again and I don't care how bound I am, I will make you regret putting your filthy fucking hands on me!" He slammed his foot down between her legs, dangerously close to her delicates, pinning her there by her skirts. If you re not a slave, then why are you here? Why are you bound to these grounds? He asked coldly. Teru senpai..! The younger guard said firmly. She s learned her lesson, she ll behave. Was the younger guard trying to stick up for her again? She has other jobs.. She was trying so hard not to shake, her throat feeling so dry that it might close up. But she kept her mouth shut, simply glaring up at him hatefully. She wished she did know black magic, just to make this awful man suffer. To bring this whole God forsaken place to its knees. It was late before Akihime had finished her daily duties, finally allowed to return to the wing of the massive castle that housed witches. It was smaller, closed off and exclusively for witches a small positive being not many guards patrolled there at night, allowing the women their privacy and minimal freedom given they weren t unruly. Unfortunately it was so heavily equipped with runes, Akihime couldn t even heal a small scratch inside the housing walls, rendering them almost human.As she traversed the long corridor to the wing, she was suddenly slammed into the wall hard, one hand gripping her hair, and another gloves hand over her mouth.Ren had been returned to his small cell, which had a bed, a shallow pool of saltwater, and a heavy iron door. The room was lined with heavy fabrics to dampen any sound, yet the metal mask remained on him. She gave a muffled wail, eyes pricking with tears from the pain from her hair. She tried to throw her hands behind her to hit whoever it was, try and get them to recoil enough to let her go.It had grown dark rather quickly, the day had gotten away from him thanks to that dragon attack. How boring. She only received a hard yank to her hair for trying to fight back. You aren t scared of me? Someone hissed in her ear, pressing her head hard against the stone, Akihime recognizing the voice as Teru. You ll makemeregret touching you? He brought her head away from the wall, then slammed it back again. I ll fucking show you fear. It was almost timeless in his little cell, no windows or skylights allowing him to keep track of the hours when he wasn t being used in a mission. He was hungry for seared fish, laying back on his bed and staring up at the ceiling with a blank stare, unable to sleep. She grunted in pain, seeing stars for a small second. She tried using some kind of simple defensive spell but her brain felt scrambled in her head.He could hear footsteps coming toward his cell. Was he going onanothermission? So soon? He slammed her head into the wall again, then yanked her head back and uncovered her mouth. Akihime felt a rough fabric forced into her mouth before it was secured by him tying another rag around her head. She heard him laugh in her ear before she was punched hard in the ribs, once, twice, then she was thrown to the ground and kicked in the stomach again and again. You ll make me regret it? He hissed our through his teeth, quiet enough to not get caught. Small cock, huh? He stopped kicking her, only to start working at his belt. I ll fuck you nice and thorough, then you ll tell me how my cock feels inside ya, decide for yourself just how small it is. He said with a grin, kneeling down on the cold floor with her, and pushing her skirts up to her waist.Ren sat up in bed, knowing he more than likely did have another mission. He s was really only called in with bigger beasts, and as of late, that was all the Order was really targeting. Her eyes widened in fear and she tried to scramble away, shaking her head quickly. She didn't want to be taken advantage of. Why was he allowed to do this?The door opened and knights walked in with a younger rookie. They all looked blitz out of their minds. Teru only grabbed her ankle and yanked her back toward him, crawling on top of her before tearing open chest of her gown to expose her breasts. Where s all that spunk, huh? He grunted as he punched her in the side of the head. What happened to all your little insults, huh?! Another blow to the head.Ren made a face when four knights came in, all drunk and obviously not there for a mission. He turned away and headed back to his bed. Aw, c mon Ren don t be like that, we re all here to have fun we even brought the new kid She whimpered loudly, her brain scrambling in her head again. She didn't know any truly aggressive spells, but she really wished she did now. She started to cry, wishing Yukimura was there to stop him, or even Amaya."What the fuck are you doing?!" That was Mitsunari. He and Tashi usually made their way through the witch's housing to make sure they were in bed on time curfew and all that. Akihime felt relief wash over her and she rolled onto her side to try and cover herself."She's beautiful..." Daisuke muttered, face flushed. The others snickered gently."That ain't no she " One teased. Teru quickly moved away from Akihime, pulling his pants up and putting himself away. I Ishida sama! Silence, you do not get to speak. Tachi hissed as he moved passed Teru and to Akihime, crouching down beside her as he pulled off his cloak and covered her with it, then carefully removing the gag from her mouth.Ren felt irritation at the fact he was visited yet again to only provide pleasure, he wasn t a shared whore for these humans. Ren here is a Siren One of Daisuke s superiors said as he moved over to Ren, putting his hand on his shoulder with a smirk. He s also a good fuck She began to cry harder, "Thank you...! Thank you so much, I was so scared...!" She sobbed, holding his cloak tight to her body. Mitsunari glared at Teru."You are a disgrace to this Order and all it represents!" He growled.Daisuke's face flushed more."I...I don't know...he seems rather upset...""Nah, Ren don't mind none he likes it " Teru gnashed his teeth and clenched his fists tight, glaring down at the ground. It ain t like she s really a human anyway, witches don t feel the same shit humans do. He hissed lowly.Tachi said nothing as he helped Akihime back to her feet, carefully parting her hair to check the split on her head. You ll need stitches.. He muttered softly. He just needs to be warmed up a little, ain t that right ? The man said, moving to Ren and sitting on the bed beside him. C mon Daisuke Mitsunari punched Teru as hard as he possibly could, "Were it not for them, you wouldn't be alive to serve the Order, you insolent bug!"Akihime nodded weakly, her head feeling like it would pop."Please get me away from him, Tashi san..." She pleaded weakly.Daisuke gulped and moved closer, hoping Ren wouldn't be repulsed by him. Teru stumbled and fell hard on his ass, holding his nose, it gushing blood onto the floor.Tachi glanced to Mitsunari before escorting Akihime into the witches dorm to be treated by her fellow witches.Ren only looked away as Daisuke moved closer, and though most of his face was hidden by the mask, his features were beautiful and delicate. C mon Ren, be nice to the boy Ren felt his cheeks flush, but he obeyed, his delicate fingers working at undoing his belt. "If I ever see you lay a hand on her or another witch in that manner again, I will cut your cock off and feed it to you." He spat.She really did make him regret touching her, did she?"Oh, wait, hang on." One of the knights pushed through to unlock the mask, carefully pulling it off, "You know the rules, sweetheart " Teru gnashed his teeth, but nodded in agreement. Yes sir. He muttered quietly.Ren seemed to find having his mask off quite enjoyable. I know.. He said softly, even his voice was beautiful and enticing. Daisuke blushed even more."Wow..." He muttered. The knights snickered."He's charmed " Ren ignored the knights jeering, pulling off his belt and his top, then working on taking his trousers off. Just hurry up, if Mitsunari dana catches you, we ll all be in trouble.. He said, brushing his hair over his shoulder. Daisuke nodded, not wanting to put something so...enchanting...in harms way. Especially with Mitsunari. The knights left the cell to give the two privacy, or some semblance of it. Ren laid back on the bed, pulling off his loincloth and motioning for Daisuke to move closer. He knew the consequences of resisting or using his abilities, it only ended up in him being beaten severely, and being used anyway. "I I, uh...I won't hurt you, ok...?" Daisuke muttered, almost bashfully. What a virgin. Ren let Daisuke do with him as he pleased, and though it was obvious that he tried to be gentle, him being drunk and a virgin, he was a little sloppy. After Daisuke was done with Ren, the other three men each took their own then on Ren, finishing with Ren an exhausted mess on the bed. They were a little rough with him, leaving bruises on his body. They weren't awful bruises, thankfully, but still very noticeable. As one of the men pulled his pants back up, another man locked the metal mask back onto Ren, smirking as he pet the Siren s cheek before turning to leave. Let s get out of here, there s still booze left and I want some. He said, heading out the door with a laugh.Ren listened to the door close and lock, laying on the bed a moment longer before sliding off the bed and onto the floor, crawling to the shallow pool of saltwater and sitting in the cool water. It stung his skin, bite marks and lumps covering him he washed the sweat and seed off of himself, wincing as his hands ran over every bruise and lump left on him. The only one of them that seemed to care if Ren was in pain was Daisuke, drunk or not, the sentiment was nice. Ren sat alone in his cell, washing himself in the dimly lit, cold room. He shed no tears, not anymore, this had happened dozens of times, and he was used to it now as long as he did what they liked, he wasn t hurt too badly. When the morning came and it was time for his food, the servant wasn't terribly surprised to see the bruises, "Again, Ren san...?" Ren said nothing, he couldn t even if he wanted to, only taking his food with a small bow of his head. He just wanted to forget the night before, hoping he d be going out for a mission soon as to avoid another night of it. He sighed and left quietly. Something had to be done, Ren was a nice enough creature. Ren wasn t allowed to talk to any of the servants that came by to feed him or clean his cell, only having ten minutes to eat his meals before his mask was put back on. He followed the rules rather well, eating his bland meals in silence, sitting cross legged on the floor. The servants weren't blind to what the knights did to Ren. They've tried their best to notify Mitsunari and the other higher ups but nothing ever came from it. Mitsunari himself even partook in Ren on occasion, but he was nowhere near as rough as the other knights were, almost like he actually cared if he hurt Ren. Still, he didn't much appreciate how he was used, even if he was a siren, he had never once seduced a single person that he had slept with, not in his time in the Order at least. The cell opened and he was ready for the mask to be placed back on him, but Mitsunari stepped in and moved toward him"What happened to your body?" He asked. Ren looked up at Mitsunari, a soft frown forming on his face. It s nothing... Just some bruises.. He said quietly, turning his head away so he didn t have to meet his gaze. "I would understand if they came from your last mission but you were healed, and these teethmarks are human." He stated. Ren only felt shame, his face flushing with embarrassment. I can still preform my job.. It doesn t matter.. He didn t want to say it, didn t want to admit he let anyone who came into his room use him like a whore. He exhaled, "If you say so." He stated. He would find who it was regardless. Siren or not, Ren was not there to ease physical stress. Ren clenched his fists, glancing behind him at Mitsunari before turning fully to face him. Mitsunari.. It felt like the sound around his head started to resonate in a gentle lull, like waves around him. Come here. His face twitched into a gentle scowl and he tried his best to ignore the alluring hum but his body moved on its own, making his way toward him. Ren stood up from the cold stones, only in his shirt and trousers, the metal mask still in Mitsunari s hands. Once Mitsunari stopped in front of him, he reached out and touched the cold armor he always wore. Kiss me. The soft hum only grew louder in his ears, a gentle warmth spreading across his body, like a sort of bliss. His body shook as he tried to resist but it was pointless, he leaned down and kissed him gently, the mask falling from his hand. Ren felt dirty for doing what he was, doing the same thing that was done to him, but a part of him was twisted inside, darkened by rage and self hatred. It was still no excuse. He kissed back, holding the kiss for a moment longer before pulling away. Touch me.. Mitsunari ran hands hands slowly over Ren's sides and his arms, looking conflicted. Ren leaned up to hum softly in his ear, the feelings of conflict washing away, and he moved to kiss Mitsunari once again.Besides the feeling of Ren s lips on his, he suddenly felt a sharp burning on his arm, a familiar feeling, then Ren was gone. The Siren was no longer kissing him, but pinned to the wall by the neck, Tachi holding him off the ground with rage in his eyes. By the looks of Tachi, and the feathers slowly growing from his skin, his nails needle sharp, he was trying to force a transformation the cause of the burning feeling on Mitsunari s arm, one of his dozen chain marks visible. Mitsunari. He called out to him, trying to break him free of the trance, his pupils slits in his rage. Mitsunari shook his head hard and blinked a few times before becoming alarmed."Tachi, no! You'll be punished!!" He yelled. It was too late, Tachi s claws sinking into Ren s flesh and crushing his throat. Ren wheezed and coughed up blood, eyes wide. Tachi dropped Ren, who crumpled to the floor trying to breathe, holding his bleeding throat.Tachi spun to look at Mitsunari, rage still burning in his eyes, but his transformation was slowly subsiding. Why didn t you put his mask back on?! You know how dangerous he is! "I was going to!" He argued, "That's why I'm here!" Tachi tried to calm himself, grinding his teeth and looking away. You shouldn t speak to this thing. He muttered. It s nothing but trouble. Ren laid on the flood, holding his throat and looking to Mitsunari, regret and fear in his eyes he knew even this wound wouldn t kill him. "Go..." He said weakly, his gaze down. He knew that he had to report it, and he knew that Tachi was aware of it as well, "Get out of here before I have to put irons on you myself..." Tachi lowered his head, silently leaving the room as ordered Mitsunari knew he had only done it out of loyalty, that he had only been trying to protect him, but it didn t change the fact that he had technically fatally wounded Ren had it been anyone else they d be dead. It wasn't long until a handful of knight enforcers found Tachi, holding special chains in which to restrain him."Griffon known aa Tachi, thou art accused and therefore being tried for the attempt on the life of another magical creature. Have ye any words in your own defence?" Tachi knew that they were coming for him, he didn t try to hide, he wasn t going to run or fight. None. He said firmly, only moving closer to the knights who held the chains, knowing he was going to be punished for his actions, and accepting it fully. They clasped the chains around his wrists and neck and pulled him along, showing him enough respect to not yank him along like a dog. He followed them without any fuss, a scowl on his face as he was led through the massive building, people staring and murmuring in shock at the sight of Tachi in chains. He was brought to the judgement hall and made to stand before the Knight Commander, who looked down at him in disappointment."Tachi, mighty Griffon, you are charged with the attempt to take the life of another creature inside the very walls of this proud Order. I'm sure I do not have to tell you what action must be taken." Tachi kept his gaze down, a soft scowl on his face as the Knight Commander spoke to him. No, Sir. He said, knowing exactly what happened to unruly creatures, be it they weren t executed. "Then you will be made Null for a sentence of four years.""No!!"" Mitsunari pushed forward desperately and saluted hastily, "You can't! I need him still! He's still useful to me, to the Order! It was a moment of weakness, he was defending me!""Be silent, Ishida." The Commander spoke firmly. Tachi was surprised to see Mitsunari had come, turning his head to look over his shoulder at him, but he held his tongue. He knew the consequences or attacking Ren, but he did it regardless, he couldn t just allow what was going to happen. The Commander was quiet for a long time before exhaling, "Very well...your sentence will be dropped eight months. The report was stated that you acted in his defense, he was under the Siren's control." Tachi hadn t even realized that he had been holding his breath until he let out a soft sigh of relief, bowing his head to the commander. Thank you, sir. The Commander nudged his head and Tachi was pulled to the back room, Mitsunari watching helplessly. Tachi followed with a solemn look on his face, entering the room and allowing the knights to remove his cloak setting it aside as the CCG aims around his wrists and neck were attached to the floor. They had him disrobe just from the waist up and began painting chains similar to the ones Mitsunari had, but these weren't just on Tachi's arms. The special paint was on his arms and his chest and all along his back, as as soon as the knights were done, the Commander approached and muttered a rather simple spell. But once the last word was uttered, Tachi felt like he had been slammed through several brick walls, the wind knocked out of his lungs and his stomach sick all the way to the pit. Tachi tried to hold back his screams of pain, but it was too much. He screamed so hard it felt as though his lungs would burst, falling to his knees, eyes wide and sweat forming on his body. He heaved and gagged, trying not to fight the sealing, knowing it would only make it worse, but the pain was so great he couldn t help fighting it a little. He vomited twice, feeling like he had come down with a raging fever, collapsing onto his side before the seal was complete, gasping and coughing, face flush he felt shameful, his pride wounded and himself sealed to the weakness of a human, weak and pitiful. They gave him a moment to catch his breath before they unlocked him and helped him to his feet, guiding him back to Mitsunari. He needed to be held up, still gasping raggedly when he reached Mitsunari, barely able to bring his gaze up to Mitsunari s. He could tell his pride was wounded, tell that he was suffering more mentally than physically, regardless of the fact that he had been sealed off from his own magic. Mitsunari took him carefully and saluted the Knight Commander before helping Tachi to their room. Tachi could hardly stand, shaking and having to clench his teeth. Most of those in the Order knew about the sealing ritual, and the immense pain it brought, but Tachi could only hope it would subside even a fraction of what he was feeling now. Y You didn t have to plead for my sake.. He managed out softly. "Yes, I did..." Mitsunari muttered, "You're important to me...I couldn't let them punish you for that long..." Tachi lowered his gaze again, shame making him gnash his teeth. "It's all what I deserve, and I'd do it again... Seeing him touch you like that... It was vile.." He muttered bitterly. "Please forgive me..." He muttered, "I should have been more careful..." Tachi seemed to be satisfied with Mitsunari's answer, giving a small nod. He pulled Tachi into the room and helped him lay on the bed, "Rest for now..." Ren had endured a similar ritual, only this one didn't only just cut him off from magic, it completely silenced him altogether. He couldn't speak at all, he couldn't make a single noise. His salt water pool was emptied, and his bed removed, all replaced with heavy steel chains. His wrists and ankles were cuffed, and a much heavier metal mask one that extended down his neck into a heavy collar, which too was chained to the floor. Ren couldn't do much else than lay on the floor in agony, the heavy chains and cuffs only further weighing him down, mostly immobilized and completely silenced. He was starved, only fed once a week and it was only enough to keep him alive. He had to be fed, he wasn't allowed to be unchained no matter what. It was shameful. Ren was in constant pain, miserable and uncomfortable, easily being consumed by depression. He often had to be force fed his meals, his long beautiful hair becoming knotted and dirty, skin becoming stained with dirt from the stone floors. Ren didn't know how long he was in there for, it was painful and miserable, but he heard footsteps approaching and he knew that it would be one of the guards. It couldn't have been time for his next feeding yet, that had only been three days ago had it though? Time was beginning to escape him, between the dark cell, no interaction, and pain, it was hard to focus. A guard that he didn't recognize peeked in at him and fumbled with the keys before opening the door and going in."Hey...are you alright...?" Didn't sound like any guard he knew. Ren picked his head up just barely, his tired eyes falling on the guard, bags under his eyes and his skin pale. He said nothing, made not a single noise, simply laying his head back down in defeat. He moved over and grabbed the chains, trying to pull them from the wall. Good luck, pal, those chains were almost three inches thick Ren only rolled back onto his side, eyes blank, not even bothering to look at the man trying to free him. He wasn t going to be freed, not without the keys to all the locks keeping him locked to the ground. The chains broke from the wall and he grabbed them to break them from Ren's wrists and ankles, "Can you stand?" Ren was actually shocked that the chains had been broken, granted the shackles themselves were still clasped to his wrists and ankles, with only a bit of chain remaining, but he was free. He stood, but on shaky legs, looking like he d drop at any second. The man helped him stay upright before opting to just carry him, "Let's get you out of here.." Ren would ve asked who he was, asked why he was freeing him when he was a guard, but he couldn t speak, even if his mask was gone. He didn t argue, finding it only slightly humiliating to have to be carried out like a child. Motochika was almost out and free until he was spotted."Stop right there!!" One of the guards yelled. He panicked and held Ren right as he booked it as fast as he could for the sea. Stop him! He s attempting to free one of the creatures! Motochika heard his pursuers not far off behind him, the young man holding onto Motochika the best he could as he ran. It was hard to run with the armor but Motochika made do, pushing his legs to carry him and the poor siren as fast as they could. He couldn't find Nana in there, which broke his heart, but he at least saved a fellow sea creature. When he reached the shoreline, he threw Ren as hard as he could and as far as he could into the sea before diving in after him, worming out of the armor and pulling his pelt over his shoulders to change into a seal. Though Motochika started to swim easily, Ren only started to sink, struggling desperately to stay on the surface. The scale pattern markings on his body didn t turn to scales, and the gill lines in his neck stayed just that lines, and most disturbing of all, his legs stayed legs. The heavy cuffs on his wrists and ankles only weighed him down, and in his sorry starved state, he had little energy to keep himself afloat, and soon, he slipped under the surface. He looked so tired, trying to kick and swim, but he was too weak, air bubbles escaped the mask, and he looked close to giving up what had the Order done to him? Motochika moved over quickly, sitting under Ren so he landed on his back and pushed the sorry Siren up to the waters surface. What happened to him? Why was he cursed to such a state? Ren coughed out the water he had taken in, though the mask made it a bit hard to drain completely, clinging desperately to Motochika, but not trying to push him under. Was this Siren under a curse the humans out on him, or was he born in captivity! Motochika swam carefully, looking for any spot of land to put Ren on. Poor thing. Humans were so terrible. Ren did his best not to drown Motochika or himself, holding onto the Selkie as if his life depended on it. Motochika did well enough before finding a cliffside to prop Ren against the rocks, watching him carefully. Ren scrambled up onto the rocks the best he could, chest heaving from exhaustion, looking like a drowned rat. He still didn t utter a single thing, didn t even attempt to make a single noice just what had they done to him? "What happened to you?" Motochika's voice rung in Ren's head, gentle and concerned. Ren flinched at the voice in his head, shoulders sagging before he looked over his shoulder at Motochika, eyes sad. They ve sealed my magic.. Motochika could just barely hear Ren s voice, as if he were far away. Good Lord. How awful. Ren couldn't even swim. How did he eat? How did he live? He could see the young mans ribs through his soaked clothes, clear that if he was eating, it wasn t much. He looked tired, broken, and understandably so but maybe the Siren had seen Nana? "Do you...have you seen a young woman at all in that place? Brown hair? Maybe...no, she would have had the baby by now..." The Selkie seemed distracted with his own question. The siren turned to look at him, a quizzical look on his face for a moment before she answered. Some did talk about... Pregnant woman who gave birth.. Vanished with no trace.. He couldn t make out all of what Ren was saying, but the important parts came through. Disappeared? Without a trace? What did that mean? Did something take her? How was he going to find her now? He vocalized in soft disappointment and rested his head on the rock. What was he going to do now? "What did they do to you, young one?" Ren refused to look at Motochika, his eyes becoming sad, and so full of hatred. What humans always do. His bruises didn t hide well on his pale skin, showing easily just what had been done to him from the bite marks and large lumps. Motochika didn't understand. Always do? Did they try eating him? "Why do you not swim?" Tired... hungry... Haven t had food for three, four days now...? These chains are heavy.. He laid his head down on the rock, though it didn t look comfortable due to the large clunky mask. There had to be a way to help him? He frowned as well as a seal could. "Maybe I can find a way to help you..." He shifted his head to look at him. Can you pick a lock..? Know magic..? In all honesty, the ocean water was the best feeling in the world at the moment, and it would ve felt better if he wasn t starving and in pain. Motochika was quiet for a long time, "No..." He answered, "But I'm sure I can find someone who does.." Ren only rolled his head back to its initial position. I ll starve before then... Just leave me here... rather drown then go back.. Go back? Were those his only options? Die or return to the humans who tormented him? "I'm not going to let you die, young one...I'll find you help, don't worry...get on my back, ok?" He moved to let Ren have room to grab onto his pelt, "I'll find a witch or someone who can help." Ren didn t respond, but he climbed onto Motochika s back regardless, holding onto him as the waves lapped at them, looking at the sun setting he hadn t seen a sunset in how many weeks? Motochika began to swim back to the shoreline, surely those knights had given up by now? They had hidden amongst the rocks for long enough. When they reached the beach, he gently pulled Ren onto the sand and wriggled out of his pelt, wrapping it around his waist to keep himself covered. He would have to find clothes for them before he went hunting for a witch. Ren was able to trudge after Motochika, the chains rattling as he walked, clothes dripping wet, but he didn t seem to mind so much. Motochika stole some pants from a fisher's boat and pulled them on, "Can you walk?" He asked, moving to hold Ren upright. Ren nodded, even though he was sure his legs would give out, holding onto Motochika for support as they walked. Masamune was in town walking around at the same time, walking around with Megohime in her human form. It was a small date that he had insisted upon, wanting to spend time with her. Megohime wore a heavy cloak, a dark red with gold embroidery, holding Masamune s hand with a rather happy expression. They had been having a rather normal day, then Megohime frowned, glancing to Masamune. We re being followed.. Just one.. She said softly. "Hm?" He glanced at her curiously, "Followed? Do you know by who or what?" It feels like a magical creature.. She muttered. It doesn t... feel hostile, but they ve been watching us for a while. "Directly behind us?" He asked, trying not to look suspicious. No, he s been staying at the edges of the market, won t come in.. She said softly. He hummed and moved to walk in a different direction, "Let's see if we can get him to come out.." Ah what, wait..! Megohime hurried after Masamune, making sure her good stayed up and over her horns. "Come on, Mego, keep up." Masamune said teasingly. Megohime hurried after Masamune, catching up and taking his hand again. Jeez, what if this thing wants to kill you..! "I got a cute demon to protect me with style " He said. Her cheeks flushed and she looked down, grumbling something he couldn t make out, but she didn t try any further to stop him. They walked out of the market and Masamune glanced at her, "Is he still there..?" Megohime paused for a moment nodding. Yeah, he s here. She said quietly, looking around to try and spot him. Masamune stopped and turned on his heel, spotting the white haired man instantly."Why are you following us?""Please..." Motochika said, almost nervously, "I have a young one, he's very sick...I can't get the chains off him...""Chains?" Masamune repeated. Megohime frowned softly, not sensing any others nearby no, she hadn t noticed it before because it was so weak, but there was one other not too far away, hidden in the trees. She looked to Masamune, waiting to hear what he would chose. "I pulled him from this big castle and these men in armor started chasing us..""You...pulles him from...the Order?" Masamune asked slowly. Motochika nodded and Masamune became almost anxious."If I get his chains off, you can never come back here.""Of course!" Megohime looked to Masamune, a confused look on her face. What s the Order? She asked quizzically, of course she wouldn t know, she spent most of her time hidden in a forest when she was alive, and all of her time with Masamune now. "They're a branch of the church that use magical creatures of all kinds to do their bidding, like pets on leashes." He answered. Megohime scowled at the mere mention of the church. What good people. She muttered as Motochika brought them to his companion. "Yeah, they're kinda shitty.." Masamune said as they followed Motochika toward the treeline."He's over here..." Motochika moved quickly to where he had hidden Ren and Masamune frowned."God, look at him...you may as well put him down..""No! He's so young! Too young! I won't let him die!" Motochika snapped. Ren s state had become worse and worse as Motochika had traveled, leaving him nearly completely incapacitated by the time they had reached Masamune. He hadn t eaten in so long, and the only water he could manage to drink was only when he dunked his entire head underwater, drinking the water that flooded his mask. The chain cuffs had rubbed his skin raw, and they seemed to be growing infected. "Mego, do you think you could send Ren to the manor? He wouldn't make it if we walked." Masamune said. Megohime looked to Masamune, not wanting to leave him with the newly met fae, but nodding and moving over to Ren, taking his hand before the both of them sunk quickly into the shadows, leaving without a noise. "Wh Where did they go...?" Motochika asked. Masamune nudged his head."To my home. Come, it's a bit of a walk from here." He said and started making his way home with Motochika in tow. Megohime got Ren to the estate in mere seconds, taking him to the infirmary and laying him in one of the beds. She took off her cloaks hood down, not bothering to hide her horns inside the manor. Masamune and Motochika made their way into the manor, "Mego! Where did you put him?" Megohime peered over the railing of the second floor. Infirmary! She called out, then headed back to the infirmary, waiting for Masamune and Motochika. They made their way up and Masamune pulled off his fancy coat, "Mego, can you go get me my spell book?" Megohime nodded, and again, vanished into the shadows, only for a short time before returning to Masamune, holding a large, old looking book in her arms. "Thank you.." He said gently and began to flip through before he found what he needed. He drew a symbol on each lock of the shackles and the mask, muttering some incantation under his breath. Megohime felt fuzzy, she always felt fuzzy when Masamune borrowed her magic. The locks fizzled and smoked, shaking gently as the magic in the iron tried to fight against Masamune and Megohime's. Finally, after some louder, more forceful chanting, the locks popped open with a gentle cracking sound. Megohime didn t find the feeling unpleasant, but it was odd watching Masamune work.Ren s tired eyes opened when the shackles all came off at once, letting out a soft breath of relief, but it was clear the shackles were the least of his problems. He was clearly ill, and needed medical attention soon or he wouldn t make it. "Keep an eye on him, I'm going to get the healer.." Masamune said and walked off calmly. Motochika moved closer."Will he be ok now...?" Megohime nodded, staying where she was, gathering up Masamune s book and holding it carefully. Masamune employs some of the best healers, if anyone can help him, it s them. Motochika nodded, watching Ren worriedly. Masamune returned with the healer and nudged his head to have Megohime and Motochika leave him to work. Megohime motioned for Motochika to follow her as she left the infirmary Ren watched Masamune with unfocused eyes, too tired to try and figure out who he was or what he was doing. Masamune stood to supervise, wanting to make sure there wasn't any complications. Megohime took Motochika to the kitchen, figuring he had to have been hungry after traveling so far. "Thank you, miss..." Motochika muttered, "If it ain't rude...why do you look like that...? What kinda fae are you?" Megohime stiffened a bit, casting her gaze down at the tea in her hands. I m not a fae, I m human.. She said softly. "No, you aren't..." He muttered, "Humans don't have horns.." Could he see passed her glamour spells? Megohime had always been sore on the subject of her horns, unable to conceal them no matter what she did. ..I was a human. I died.. She muttered. "Oh..." He was quiet, "I'm really sorry..." It s done with, not to say there aren t draw backs... but I m happy, I m with Masamune again.. She said with a small smile. Even if I look the way I do. He thought it was rather endearing. She was something he had never encountered before, an odd looking not fae with a human who loved her and was kind to her. His heart ached for Nana, to have her with him and their son. Megohime glanced up at Motochika, frowning softly. Your friend will be just fine, Masamune won t let him die, not once he s set his mind to saving him. He gave a weak smile, "That makes me happy...at least I could save one person..." She felt she had struck a nerve, hesitating for a moment before speaking up again. Have you lost someone..? "The woman I love...the one thing more important to me than the sea...those people took her from me, and I was so close to getting her back...but she just...vanished...her scent stops at the castle.." He answered sadly. Megohime frowned deeply, muttering a soft apology. I... Might be able to find her..? She set her tea down. Do you have anything of hers? Hair, personal items, anything? He was really quiet. "Our son..." He answered, "That's all I have left..." I could try to divination her location with some of your sons hair if you wanted me to. She said softly. I wouldn t need much, just some clippings. "You could really do that...?" He asked weakly. If her person isn t being hidden by magic, I ll more than likely be able to find her without issue. She said with a nod. "I can't thank you enough.." Motochika said gratefully. Don t think anything of it. She shook her head. Masamune would do the same thing.. Motochika nodded and looked up when Masamune came in."Well, he's out of the woods. He'll be ok, he just needs rest.""Thank you...thank you so much..." Ren was weak, but within a weeks time of rest, he d be able to travel again with no risk to his health. Masamune would go in every so often to check on him, make sure his progress didn't regress. When he came in to check on Ren late in the night, he found the bed empty, then a soft voice reaching his ears, one that made him feel eerily calm. S Stop right there.. Masamune froze, expression confused as he struggled against himself."E...Easy...I I'm not..." D Don t try to trick me! Be quiet! He ordered, his voice coming from behind Masamune, clearly the Siren was scared, confused as to where he was. H How do I leave, where am I? Masamune couldn't answer, being ordered to be quiet and all. He just stood there, tense and awkward. T Take me outside! He heard the boy move closer, but he was still just out of his view. Masamune moved to him and offered his hand, looking uncomfortable. He could see the boy recoil, face twisted with fear and hatred, but why? Masamune hadn t even had the chance to properly speak with the kid. Don t touch me... Just lead me outside..! It was clear he was growing increasingly agitated, why was he so scared of him? His hand dropped and his face twisted in discomfort."I just...want to help..." He struggled to say. Humans are all the same.. they only want to help themselves.. Ren still had marks from when he was bitten too hard, the feeling of teeth sinking into his flesh still bringing him terror. "Not...like the others..." Masamune almost croaked. His throat felt tight trying to talk, like he hadn't had water in days. He started to walk out of the room, guiding Ren out. That almost made Ren cry, but instead he let out a bitter laugh, how many times had he heard that whispered into his ear while being violated and used? No you aren t, all humans are the same. He said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Masamune lead him down the hall and they made it to the bottom of the stairs when Motochika came running."Youngin! What are you doing!?" Megohime followed just after Motochika, Ren s eyes growing wide were they captured? No, was Motochika selling him off? He felt his chest tighten, panic gripping him tightly. Protect me. The words washed over Masamune with a ferocity that made his head spin, clouding his mind and twisting his judgment. Megohime felt her body tingle and go fuzzy again, Masamune borrowing her magic to strike a bolt of lightning at Motochika's feet."Jesus! Yougin, stop! They helped us, helped pull you from death's door! Let him go!" Masamune stop! Megohime made a move to step forward and Ren looked like he d lose it. Don t let her get closer! What was Motochika saying? Why would any human help him if not to just use him as a tool like in the past? Th They just are gonna turn us in... "They weren't gonna! We were gonna go straight to the sea once you were able! I swear! Look! Yer shackles are gone! Why would they take them off if they were gonna send you back and me with ya?!""Mego..." Masamune sounded less strained now, Ren's voice pushing him deeper under his spell, "Don't get in the way." Megohime flinched, Masamune s one control over her keeping her from interfering. You might have to get Kojurou... Megohime muttered to Motochika. What if.. Ren looked confused, like he was trying hard to make sense of everything that was happening. "Who the fuck is Kojurou?" Motochika whispered harshly, before looking back at Ren, "There's no 'what if', lad...we were gonna be free.." He s... not home.. fuck.. Megohime clenched her fists, unable to move from her spot. What s wrong with him, we re helping him..! Ren seemed to waver more, but he only shook his head more. You re just trying to trick me too! He cupped his hands over his ears, clenching his jaw, tears falling down his cheeks. Don t let them near me! Protect me! He ordered Masamune. Masamune shot another bolt of lightning, barely missing Motochika this time."Lad, I swear to you! I would not rescue you just to send you back! That's pointless! Please, listen to me! What those humans did to you was wrong, but this one is kind! He has only shown kindness to us! Please, just settle down!" Motochika tried to reason. Ren pressed his hands to his head and cried weakly, sinking to his knees behind Masamune. Stop fighting.. He said softly. Masamune stopped and Motochika relaxed a bit."It's ok, lad...you're safe, I promise.." Nana had been informed by one of Lucifers demons that their wedding day would be that day, bringing with them a wedding dress if it could be called that at all. It covered her less than underwear, the fabric sheer, allowing others to be able to see her body beneath it. It was embroidered with lace and ended mid calf. She put it on, face burning red with embarrassment, having on only the dress and her undergarments. Many demons came in and out of the small house, helping her prepare for the ceremony, one demon washing her hair before combing it and braiding it, weaving small black flowers into her hair, ones she had never seen before. At least it would be a nice ceremony. Despite how revealing her attire was and the fact that the only witnesses would be demons. None of it felt real, nothing made her feel anything. It really was real, she was going to marry another man, never to see Motochika or her son ever again, selling off her soul. She followed whatever the demons requested of her, having grown use to their appearances, them being relatively respectful so long as she was obedient. She was brought down the aisle to ritual chanting, Lucifer waiting for her at the end. He seemed happy. Nana kept her gaze down, keeping her chest covered as she moved to stand before Lucifer, the cool night breeze bringing goosebumps to her skin. "You look beautiful." He told her gently before holding out his hand. Nana frowned softly, averting her gaze and gently putting her hand in his. A black length of ribbon was wrapped around their wrists as the chanting grew louder, more rhythmic. Nana glanced up, looking at the demons around them and noticing they all had their eyes on them, her embarrassment only grew, keeping an arm to her chest to cover herself. The ribbon around their hands was tied in a delicate knot and the demons all cheered in a language Nana didn't know. Was that all? They were wed now? She had expected to feel something more, pain maybe? She wasn t entirely sure, standing as still as ever. "Well, it's offical.." Lucifer smiled and the ribbon burned away harmlessly, "We're husband and wife now." Yes.. She said softly, trying to let go of his hand and pull away, frowning softly. He let her, surprisingly, and made a noise, "Shall we head home? Consummate our binding?" She turned her head away. I m tired... I just want to go home.. She muttered softly. "Tired?" He repeated, "You don't have to try and lie to me, Nana." No... it s fine.. She muttered. We can return home.. She said softly. He snapped his fingers and in the blink of an eye, they were home. He moved to kiss her neck and shoulder gently, hoping to help convince her. Her face flushed, growing a bit tense, but she shifted so her neck was more exposed to him. He pet her arms slowly through the sleeves of her gown, trying to be gentle and intimate with her. His petting was slowly exciting her, feeling her ears heat up, letting out a soft noise. There we go. He helped her to the bed and laid her down gently, continuing to kiss along her exposed skin. Nana laid back on the bed, letting him crawl on top of her, his attention starting to excite her quite a bit. He could tell, and he tried not to let it go to his head. His hand slipped under her gown and pet her body slowly. She let out a soft whimper when he stroked her thigh, guilt making her face flush. She hated that he made her feel that good, it made her feel disgusting. He pulled the gown from her body and kissed her as he undressed himself. Nana instinctively covered her breasts, leaning her head back and letting him pull the gown off of her. "You don't have to hide from me.." He was gentle, patient even, as he tried to gingerly pull her hands away. Nana let him pull her hands away, nodding silently, she d just allow him to do as he pleased. He was gentle with her, as gentle as gentle goes for Satan. By the end of the night, he had her on all fours with her head pressed into the pillows. Nana was embarrassed to be in such a position, squirming a bit, and trying to look back at him. He barely let her with how he held her, his other hand on her hip to help guide hinself and keep steady. Nana gripped the pillow tightly, face flush as she relented trying to look at him she was shameful, finding such twisted pleasure in how he pinned her down and took her. She scolded herself mentally, but physically her thighs were trembling from the pleasure. He was rather forthcoming in terms of her pleasure, making sure she enjoyed herself as well. Akihime felt her days drag on, day after day the same old bland meals, scratchy clothes, non stop work. She hardly got to see Amaya at all, and when she did, she hardly spoke. It was usually to heal any wounds Amaya may have garnered, and each visit Akihime would try to talk to her though she only ended up talking to herself. She was happy to see the ice spirit was mostly unharmed. She was just happy to see her. She was so alone. She would look at the window at night and wonder if Yukimura was ok, and anytime she saw Daisuke, he wouldn't look at her for long. Like he was ashamed. She hated it here. She was working, just like she would every other day, slaving away with the soft murmur within the castle buzzing in her ears, then rumbling. Heat came after that, quickly making Akihime break out in a sweat, somewhere off in the castle the roar of flames just barely washed out by the sound of screaming. "What?" She moved out to try and see what it was. Did an elemental break loose? It wasn't uncommon. Something felt different about this commotion, people weren t just screaming, but ordering soldiers and fae alike to fight, the heat only becoming more intense. The guards watching over the witches left them, hurrying to the commotion in an attempt to aid them. "Stop him, goddammit!!" That was Mitsunari, always the loudest when shouting orders. Akihime became anxious but she made her way slowly to where the shouting was coming from. Flames burst down the hallway up ahead, screams echoing for but a moment before being silenced as the knights were burnt to a crisp. Akihime!! A familiar voice called out down the hall, one she thought she would never hear again. She gasped, her blood running cold for a moment, before her legs carried her off down the hall as fast as they could."Yuki!!" There was a slight pause before she heard her name called out again, only this time closer, more urgent. Akihime! Where are you?! Had he truly come? He had come back to her, there to release her from her servitude. She started to sob as she ran faster. It was him, she could feel it in her heart that it was Yukimura. When she rounded the corner to room she heard his voice, she screamed when two knights grabbed her and forced her back."Get her the hell out of here!" Mitsunari yelled."No!! Let me go!! Yuki!!" Akihime sobbed loudly, struggling to get free. He was there, he stood not ten feet away, eyes wide and flames flickering around him. Let her go! He charged forward, rushing passed Mitsunari and after Akihime he wouldn t be able to use his flames though, no Akihime was too close, she d get caught up in any attack he tried. Mitsunari got in the way easily, his magical sword burning with a bright blue light as he swung it at Yukimura's gut."No!!" Akihime's magic reacted without her having to do anything, Mitsunari's blade bouncing off an unseeable force."Amaya!! Come to me!!" Akihime called, invoking their magical bond. But a soft burning shot up not only her arm, but Mitsunari's as well."Wh...What is this?!" Mitsunari snarled, "You are the ice spirit's true master?!" As soon as Akihime called out to Amaya, ice started to form quickly around her, a sphere forming over the guard's holding her, freezing them solid and sealing Akihime into a protective barrier. The moment the sphere finished forming Yukimura attacked Mitsunari with all his might, flames engulfing the entire corridor. Before the flames touched Mitsunari, something slammed into him, knocking him to the ground and shielding his head and chest from most of the flames.When the flames dispersed, Tachi laid on top of Mitsunari, clutching him close to his chest, clothes smoldering and back scorched black. The ice protected Akihime, but was already starting to melt from the heat, Amaya now inside the sphere with Akihime, making sure she was safe. "Amaya...!" Akihime gasped before hugging her tight, "Arigatou!""T...Tachi..." Mitsunari was stunned, eyes wide, "Wh...Why...you're too weak!" Amaya s own forearm burned, but it only lasted moments. We have to leave while everyone is distracted. Tachi wheezed, face twisted with pain. It would have killed you.. Yukimura rushed to the sphere of ice, trying to break a hole through it to get to Akihime. Akihime! We need to leave now! He called to her through the ice. "Y Yes, of course!" Akihime said before looking up at Amaya, "Can you help us escape?""I don't care!! You can't heal!!" Mitsunari argued, tears burning his eyes."Mitsunari sama!" Daisuke appeared with more men, seeing Tachi scorched over Mitsunari, Akihime incased in ice, and then Yukimura. His hatred and anger returned fresh and he gripped his blade tight."You bastard!!" He yelled and rushed at Yukimura."Daisuke, no! Please, stop!" Akihime pleaded. Amaya nodded and moved her hand, the sphere cracking and then melting away, and almost immediately Yukimura moved forward, grabbing Akihime s hand. He barely gave Daisuke a glance, a soft frown on his face as he ignited a wall of flames between the two, keeping him away.Tachi gave a dry laugh, it clear that he was in bad shape when he couldn t even try to get up off his master. And neither could you if you had been burned.. "I'll hunt you down, Yukimura!! Do you hear me!! I'll make you pay for ruining our family!!" Daisuke yelled over the flames. Akihime held Yukimura's hand tight , looking heartbroken."Amaya, let's go..." She muttered."Dammit, Tachi!!" Mitsunari's voice cracked, "You fool!" Amaya followed without hesitation, Yukimura leading the two of them down the hall and out of the castle, the first time Akihime had been outside in a long while. "Stop them, God dammit!!" Mitsunari's voice echoed and knights seemed to flood out of the woodwork. Yukimura led Akihime through the forest for what seemed like hours, having to avoid guards and nights well into the night. She didn't leave his side for a second, using charms to hide where they were going until they were safe. She fell against a tree, trying to catch her breath. Yukimura slumped down the side of a tree, peering over his shoulder to assure that they were in fact safe for the time being. Are you ok, Akihime..? She was quiet for what felt like hours and anxiety crawled under his skin."You came for me..." She whispered, voice tight amd strained. Was she going to cry? He could barely see her expression in the dark of the forest, even when Amaya herself gave off a soft glow. Of course I did, Akihime, you re my family.. "You sent me away...when I came to bring you home..." He could hear her crying now, "even after I confessed my feelings to you...you wouldn't come home..." She remembered how angry he was, how anguished he was, and how close his fire came to her, "I felt for sure you hated me...!" He was quiet, sitting still in the dark before she saw him move closer. Yukimura held her tightly, smelling heavily of smoke. I m sorry Akihime.. I know it doesn t mean much.. But I couldn t risk hurting you. Her face scrunched up more and she wailed into his chest, holding onto him tightly."You big idiot! I didn't care about that! I lived with you all my life, I knew what you could and couldn't do! You wouldn't have hurt me even if the fire itself came to life!" Yukimura didn t know what to say to her, even now he feared he might lose construal of his magic again and hurt Akihime. I m sorry.. Was all he could mutter as he held her. She hiccuped and shook her head, "Baka...just keep holding me...you have nothing to be sorry for..." Yukimura nodded, doing just that, holding Akihime against his chest and listening to the forest around them. "Could you make us a fire...?" She asked softly after a while, "I can try to...figure out beds..." Yukimura slowly pulled away, looking around. We should travel further away, fire might give our location if they re still searching.. She frowned softly but nodded, "Of course..." Jin didn t know how long she had been imprisoned by Matsunaga, or how much of her magic had been siphoned, all she knew was she didn t have much time left before she was dead, and all of her magic taken. Matsunaga was off on another expedition, leaving her to die slowly alone. It was awful, there would be nothing left of her, not even a tree. She had hoped to see Kojurou one last time. A good majority of Jin s body had turned into a silver looking wood, the chains keeping her secured to the wall keeping her from moving as her flesh turned to wood. It wasn't long before she heard movement. Oh good, Matsunaga was back for more torture."Jin dono?" Kojurou's voice called. Jin flinched at his voice, completely blind from slowly benign petrified. Kojurou..? She called back, the lower half of her face and throat still flesh, along with various other parts of her. She could hear him make his way toward her and she heard hin gasp softly."God, what has he done to you?" He asked and she faintly felt hin touch her. She let out a soft noise of relief at the gentle touch, having a faint laugh. He s killing me... Taking the magic from my body for himself.. "If I can find the siphon, I believe I can free you...get you back to the forest.." He said. Bracelet.. She rasped. He put some sort of bracelet on.. I couldn t remove it.. He looked amd tried to grab it, only to have it zap him. A failsafe of some kind, to keep a magical entity from removing it. "I'll have to find something to remove it with.' You shouldn t be here, you re in danger if he comes back while you re here She frowned softly. He ll kill you. "That's a risk I'm willing to take.." He said gently, "Masamune sama has Megohime dono, he'll be fine without me.." He looked around and found a gaudy looking weapon hanging on the wall and grabbed it, turning it to the blunt side so he wouldn't cut Jin as he began beating at the bracelet Jin felt her heart ache, and she would ve shed tears had her eyes not been petrified. Kojurou... Please don t risk your life for what little of mine I have left.. She said softly. "I will not leave you to die." He stated and hit the bracelet harder, watching the metal weaken. Then I am in your debt.. She said softly, feeling each hit, but feeling no pain in her petrified skin. Once the metal was weak enough, he flipped it to the sharp edge and cut through it with a few hard swings, watching it clatter to the ground. With the siphon gone, Jin felt relief, but now she had to have the chains unwrapped from her. I don t know if I ll be able to walk.. She admitted. "I'll carry you if I must." He said and reached to break the chains. The chains broke with little resistance, simple iron chains with no magical protection. Jin was tired from having so much of her magic removed from her body, yet she found herself unable to fall asleep or even lose conciousness. He picked her up carefully and hurried to leave, not wanting to toy with fate anymore than he already had. Thank you, Kojurou.. Jin said softly, strangely light despite now being mostly made of wood. He shook his head, "It was no trouble. The forest needed you returned, and I greatly missed your company." I missed your company as well.. You bring me a calm I haven t felt in so long.. She said softly. He almost tripped, not expecting her to say something like that, blushing faintly, "Th Thank you.." You can t take me back to the estate.. She said after a while. That hunter will be back after me, you ll all be in danger. He shook his head, "I've been talking to the others who share the forest. They're willing to help me create a barrier to hide you. That monster won't harm you ever again." I cannot hide forever, Kojurou.. Jin reminded him. But for now the place I need to be is in my grotto, I need to rebuild my strength, undo what he s done to this body. He nodded, "We'll all make him pay for what he's done to you and the others." Kojurou. Her voice became firm. Do not seek him out.. he s more dangerous than originally thought he has the powers of many old gods, he s been hunting and killing them, claiming their powers for himself. He stopped for a moment, to mainly catch his breath."I'll find a way. He'll bring himself here, I'm sure. I'll see what I can do to stop him when he gets here." You shouldn t face him head on. She was almost painfully tired at that point, having been without sleep for days. His magic is far beyond mine. He nodded and carried on, "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, let's get you home." Jin was silent for more of the trek, probably resting, which could hardly be blamed since the majority of her magic had been removed. When they reached her forest, Jin stirred again, not speaking but Kojurou could tell she was awake. The water... Just set me into the water. She said softly. He nodded and carried her to the pond, carefully setting her into the water's edge. Jin felt the cool water on her flesh, and the best she could, dragged herself further into the water, letting herself sink beneath the surface. He exhaled, hoping he got her here in time to reverse what had happened. He rubbed his sore arms from carrying her before heading to the manor. Jin had told Kojurou that she d be able to heal herself with time, but he still couldn t help but worry about her. What if the hunter had taken too much magic and she couldn t be saved? He could do nothing but wait. The spirits did their part and created a barrier with their combined magicks to conceal her while she healed. Jin lay at the bottom of the pond, small water and play spirits working together to create what looked like a seed pod around her, protection of some sorts for her physical being while she regained magic that lay dormant in the forest.Back at the estate, Megohime and Masamune has just bid farewell to Motochika and Ren, who were returning to the sea. Motochika said he would return with hair from his son's head to allow Megohime to find Nana for him. When Kojurou came through the door, Masamune looked over before rushing to him."Kojurou!""Ah, Masamune sama...forgive my extended absence." Kojurou s back? Megohime peeked out from some shadows when she heard Masamune speak up, seeing Kojurou and emerging fully. Hey! I was sure you d forgotten us! He smiled softly, genuine joy filling his chest."No, my task merely took longer than I had originally intended. I will not leave like that again.""Thank God. It's been awful not hearing you squawk all day." Masamune teased. He was glad to see his master and fellow familiar in good health and spirits, and for a moment from felt completely relieved, like all had been solved for the most part. Things would be ok, he felt. They would be prepared for when Matsunaga reared his head. Did anything come of your travels? Any news on that god? Megohime asked as she moved to sit down on the nearby couch. Oh, that's right."Yes, I found where the hunter took her. She is safe back in the forest..""Nice, Kojurou." Masamune grinned but Kojurou did not smile."I may have brought danger back to our home.." Megohime s smile faded, and she sat up. Why? Did the hunter have friends? She asked, staring at him intently now. He shook his head, "No...he is a single man with the power of countless old gods at his command.""Oh Jesus." Masamune muttered. Megohime stared at him with wide eyes, trying to find the words to say to him. And you lead him here..!? The fur on her tail bristled, and she got back onto her feet. A regular hunter can wipe out an entire Coven, and you brought one here that has subjugated old gods..?! "Mego, relax, we can handle one guy." Masamune said. Kojurou frowned softly."Yes, I am aware of what I've done...but I am no fool. I will do what I can to stop him." Masamune, if he s stolen the power from gods, the three of us won t be enough to counter him, he could wipe us all out easily! She argued. Masamune glanced at her, "Do you think we would need to ask for...his help...?" A cold chill crawled up Megohime's spine slowly and she could almost hear a familiar chuckle. Megohime couldn t help but glance around the room, as if making sure he wasn t around. I don t know, he might want something.. payment.. What if he hurts you..? "I won't allow that." Kojurou stated firmly. Masamune grinned."See? I'll be fine!" Megohime made a face, but didn t push the matter, only giving a nod. Ok.. "We'll be ok, I trust Kojurou with my life. Always have." Masamune said before he hugged her, "Plus, we have you! An all powerful demon " Megohime s face flushed, and she grumbled softly. Ok, ok..! She relented, but a small part of her was still uneasy. Masamune smiled and kissed her cheek gently, "You worry way too much." The rest of the night was spent discussing attack and defense plans, but once Masamune and Kojurou finally went to sleep, Megohime left the estate. She traveled deep into the hills beyond the woods, setting up a summoning circle before making a sacrifice with blood from her hand. "Well, well, well " Lucifer appeared before her and gave a bitter smile, "Hello, beloved " Megohime couldn t help glancing away. Don t call me that. She said quietly, feeling overwhelming fear with him being so close. I didn t waste my blood for a social visit. "Of course not. It never is a social call." He stated dully. I want more power need it. She said, keeping her voice firm and head held high. You ve cursed me with this body, but it doesn t hold enough power. He stared at her, before he snorted a laugh that grew into a full on cackle. "You're fucking me, right?" Megohime almost faltered, but she had to stay strong, she had to do this to be able to protect Masamune. She knew he wasn t going to just give her more power for free, especially not after she ran away from him. I ll give you a child. It was all she could come up with, the only thing that held merit to him. His expression dropped, brows set in a scowl, "You're lying." I wouldn t say it if I wasn t serious. She retorted, the idea of him even touching her making her skin crawl. I need the magic now, I don t have time to waste. "What's so important you need more power? That you're willing to give me a child?" He asked. What does it matter to you if you get what you want? Megohime scowled. Will you do it or not? He scowled and gave an unhappy noise before sticking out his hand, "Deal." Megohime didn t want to touch him at all if she could avoid it, but she had to seal the deal, so she took his hand. He gave a firm shake and a familiar awful feeling moved over her."You'll have more then." Megohime had to fight the urge to vomit, swallowing hard and nodding. Then you ll have your child. She muttered. He pulled his hand back and made a noise, "Are we done here?" Yeah. She pulled away and took a step back. That s all I wanted. He huffed and vanished in the blink of an eye. That was that. She always hated talking to him. She didn t know when he would come to collect her promise of beating him a child, but for now she got what she wanted. She would have more magical prowess to protect Masamune with. Erasing the evidence of a summoning circle in the dirt, she started her trek back home, mind racing. It felt like a long walk back to the manor, was it this long before? Maybe because she wasn't really paying attention. Megohime didn t pay any mind to it, continuing on until the manor was in sight, heading for the front door. As soon as she opened the door, she was slammed in the back and knocked forward flat on her face. Megohime fell forward hard, but she wasn t stunned for long, pushing herself up and looking over her shoulder to see who had attacked her, baring her teeth and allowing her claws to extend. "I did not expect Date to employ a demon. He's either very brave or very stupid." Matsunaga said flatly. This must have been the witch hunter. Megohime s eyes met his, and fear gripped her tight, making her freeze in place. How did you get in here... the barrier.. "Do you really think some barrier can stop me?" He asked her, looking unamused. Megohime knew they weren t anywhere near prepared to deal with this hunter, if he could break through the barrier without issue, what else could he do? Leathery wings sprouted from her back and she spun away from him, knowing she had to alert Masamune and Kojurou. Masamune!! He took an odd looking chain from his pouch, "I will admit, I haven't fought a demon in quite some time, so I'm a little under prepared." He said before he swung the chain around her body, binding her wings to her back and her arms at her sides. Immediately, she felt like she was on fire, like she was on the stake all over again. It was immense and it was awful. Megohime s eyes widened, and she collapsed with a terrible scream of agony. She tried to change her form, one that would allow her to escape the chain, but she found herself unable to change form. She collapsed to the floor, mouth open with a silent scream as she writhed and tried to free herself of the chain. "Mego!!" Masamune rushed down the stairs, sending a massive shock of lightning at Matsunaga, who was forced to release the chain to move out of the way. Even after the chain unwrapped from her body she felt searing pain, but she didn t sit there for long. Immediately she took flight away from Matsunaga, barely managing to clear the banister of the second floor and collapsing at Masamune s feet, trembling and clenching her teeth in agony. It s the hunter..! He got through the barrier somehow..! "Kojurou!" Masamune called and Kojurou appeared in a swirl of feathers, shooting a massive bolt of lightning at Matsunaga. But the hunter was prepared, and smacked the bolt away like it was nothing. Megohime pushes through her pain, staggering back to her feet and manipulating the shadows in the room to try and pin down Matsunaga. They grabbed onto him, hooking into his clothes, before they began slipping off him like water. "Is that all you can do?" Megohime didn t want to get close to him to fight, but watching her shadows simply break and fall from him like water made her realize she had little choice. Using the shadows to leave Masamune s side and appear behind Matsunaga, lashing out at him with her claws. "Mego, don't!" Masamune gasped. Matsunaga tried to bring his arm back to elbow her. Kojurou moved his hand to send a gust of wind to try and keep Matsunaga away from Megohime. My shadows aren t working on him, what else do you want me to do? Megohime fell back, but didn t completely retreat. "I just..." Masamune hesitated and Matsunaga rushed at him."Masamune sama!" Kojurou yelled and tried to get between them. Megohime was faster, barely making it before Matsunaga reaches Masamune, putting herself between the two and kicking hard at Matsunaga. She used herself to shield Masamune, features becoming more sharp and her pupils thin slits, teeth almost protruding out of her mouth. "M...Mego...?" Masamune sounded concerned, almost scared."Megohime dono!""Ah...you gained more power, didn't you?" Matsunaga questioned, unimpressed. Megohime only glanced back at Masamune, for a moment an apologetic look flashing across her face before she drove Matsunaga back with a hard hit from her wing. He skidded and stumbled a bit before throwing a small bottle of holy water at her, having it shatter against her horn. Megohime was stopped in her tracks, the holy water splattering across her face and getting in her eyes. She lost the wind in her wings and crashed to the floor, tumbling to a stop at Matsunaga s feet, holding her face and wailing in agony. She couldn t see a thing, even when she pulled her hands away, the holy water worse than the chains. "You son of a bitch!!" Masamune grabbed a sword from the wall and ran at Matsunaga, moving around Megohime and swinging the sword as hard as he could. Matsunaga deflected it with armor bracers on his wrists, magic sparking with each hit. Megohime couldn t attack, if she were to swing blindly, she might hit Masamune. Scrambling away from the noise of the fighting, she tried to force the healing process of her eyes, willing the flesh to heal faster, shaking with pain. Matsunaga clenched his fist and the bracers lit up, Masamune flying backwards when he hit the armor again. Kojurou took moisture from the air and froze it, throwing ice spikes over and over at Matsunaga, only to have them melt before they reached him. Megohime wiped away as much of the holy water from her face as she could, her vision slowly returning, starting out as spots of light and gradually growing brighter and fuzzier. "Where did you take her, bird?" Matsunaga asked Kojurou. Kojurou scowled."You'll never get your hands on her again, human." He stated. Megohime couldn t hear Masamune anymore, already looking around with barely functioning eyes. M Masamune..! She saw a dark shape on the floor behind her, crawling over in hopes it was him. Masamune was fine, just knocked out from the force of the deflected blow. He smacked his head pretty hard on the floor when he fell. Megohime felt a whimper rise up in her throat, but she swallowed it back down, checking him for any more injuries before turning to see how Kojurou was handling Matsunaga. Kojurou was not doing great. In fact, she turned to see the poor spirit have his magic pulled from his body from a handheld siphon in Matsunaga's palm. Kojurou's middle aged visage drastically became older, like he hit his eighties in five seconds flat. Megohime s barely reformed eyes witnessed Matsunaga killing Kojurou, and she almost froze again, but this time she forced herself to move. Stop it! She snapped at him, on her feet and rushing headfirst at Matsunaga once more, panic setting in easily. Matsunaga looked and he dropped his hand, causing Kojurou to fall back, gasping weakly. Matsunaga had the chain in hand again, it seemed that was all he had beside the holy water he had hit her with. Megohime vanished in an instant, using the shadows to her advantage to disappear through the floor, this time dropping from the ceiling and down onto Matsunaga, biting into his shoulder. He hissed and grabbed her horn, trying to pull her off him and his shoulder. The chain came dangerously close to her skin, she could feel a heat from the blessed metal radiate from it the closer to her it was. Megohime couldn t help her instinctive reaction, it happening before she could even fully realize for just a moment, her grip on his shoulder loosened. He threw her off him, throwing the chain and wrapping it around her neck."A lot of good that extra power did you, hm?" Megohime felt like her neck was going to melt and allow for her head to drop right off her body, trying hard to pull it off at the expense of burning her hands as well. F Fuck off..! She choked out. "Not until I find out where you hid that God." He stated firmly. Megohime would ve told him if it meant he d leave the estate and never endanger Masamune again, but Kojurou hadn t disclosed the location he had hidden her. Don t know, don t care..! She wrapped her tail around his ankle, giving a hard yank to try and pull him to the floor. His leg jerked from her pull and he nearly feel over, had he not been holding her and using her as a brace. Megohime felt like she was going to lose consciousness, unable to escape the chain wrapped around her neck. She tried anything, tried pulling him away with her tail, tried clawing at his arms or face, gasping and choking. Even her magic was erratic, unable to focus on him and cast spells at him. He watched her before he released the chain, allowing her to breathe and collapse on the ground. "Where is the God?" Megohime didn t answer his question, only spun on him and aiming a blast of fire right at his head. She was gasping and coughing, white spots in her vision, but she still tried her hardest to fight back against Matsunaga. His hair was singed before he could bring up the bracer to absorb the magical hellfire. He looked annoyed before making the sign of the cross, reciting a soft holy mantra at her. Megohime felt like her organs would come out through her throat, her head pounding and her eardrums feeling like they were going to implode. She let out another wail of agony, hands over her ears as she fell back onto the floor. The pain continued long after Matsunaga stopped, and when the pain subsided, Matsunaga was gone. Perhaps he grew bored? Perhaps he went looking for this God himself. Megohime didn t care, didn t care if he did find the god and killed her right where she was. Crawling toward Masamune the best she could, blood dripping from her mouth and ears. Masamune.. She groaned, worried that he still wasn t waking. Masamune..! He was knocked out, but she could tell he was alive still. She could hear his heart and his breathing. Megohime couldn t stand, finding her body weak and the pain still ever present. Reaching Masamune, she checked him for wounds before laying her head on the cold stone floor, too wounded to move, waiting for him to regain consciousness. It would be a long while, it felt like days before she saw him stir. He groaned loudly and slowly sat up, holding his head. "Ooww..." The adrenaline had long worn off, and exhaustion had set it, making it hard to focus as she struggled to stay conscious. Kojurou... Kojurou needs help.. She groaned out, laying unmoving at his side. Masamune looked over at her and his eye widened, "Mego! Are you alright?!" He asked quickly. Tears leaked down her cheeks. I m ok, but he did something to Kojurou.. She seemed to be more upset about Masamune s other familiar, whom Masamune had yet to hear or see from. Masamune looked over at Kojurou and Megohime saw the color drain from his face, "Oh, my God..." He scrambled to the old bird's side and looked him over, "Kojurou? Kojurou! What happened?!" Masamune was beyond panicked. What good was it? Megohime had traded more of herself for power, but it hadn t done any good at all. The hunter had wiped the floor with all three of them, and as much as she was angry with Kojurou for endangering Masamune, she hadn t wanted him to be harmed. "His magic is almost gone..! Goddammit, you bleeding heart of a bird brain...!" Masamune tried to pull Kojurou up, his arm over his shoulder, "Hang on...! I can fix this...!" Megohime could hear Lucifer now, laughing at her foolish greed, her inexperience, her failure. She gnashed her teeth, only able to watch her master struggle to drag Kojurou away. "You stupid, selfish woman that's what you gave me a child for ? Laughable " Megohime felt herself drifting into unconsciousness, tears slipping down her cheeks as she finally passed out. She could hear someone calling out to her, far away and muffled, but she couldn't pun down who it was. She felt so heavy, like she did when she died, but she didn't think she was dead again. She found the voice calling out to her irritating, wanting nothing more than to just rest, to sink into the inky darkness and be left alone. "Mego, come on...! Please wake up...!" Wait...that was Masamune, "Please, Mego...!" Megohime felt something inside her stir when she recognized the voice as Masamune s, forcing her eyes open with a soft groan. Masamune..? "Oh, thank God..." He muttered, his voice relieved, "It's been days..." Days..? She groaned softly, her vision finally focusing on his face, body aching all over. What happened..? The hunter, he took Kojurou s magic and then we fought... "You were unconscious when I came back from helping Kojurou...he's fine, by the way...too stubborn to buy the farm, I guess.." He said with a smile. Megohime was glad Kojurou was still alive, but still angry. Has the hunter come back..? Are you ok..? He shook his head, "No, he hasn't come back. And I'm ok, just a bump..." Megohime felt like she had been lit on fire, her face, neck, arms, and chest still burning. She reached up to touch her pounding head, fingers touching her horn, or what was left of it. Her right horn was cut in half, a clean cut like it had been cut with a sword. I m sorry.. She whispered. Masamune followed her hand and his eye widened, "Mego!! Oh fuck, I didn't even notice!! Your horn!!" Megohime shook her head, it didn t hurt, and frankly she was surprised the horn was still as it was, it being one of the only things she couldn t change about her form. It doesn t hurt.. He reached out to touch it, frowning softly, "Another thing to pay him back for.." Masamune, you can t go after him, we barely made it out this time.. We don t even know if he ll be coming back..! She took his hand and squeezed it. Just give him what he wants..! "What? Why would I betray Kojurou like that?" He seemed disgusted by her proposal, "Are you crazy?" Masamune, that man was only playing with us, if he wanted to, he could have killed us all easily. She frowned. "That doesn't mean I should go behind Kojurou's back like that." He stated, taking a step away from her. Megohime felt ashamed, looking away from Masamune in shame. I I didn t mean to lie to him or anything.. "No, but you want me to go to him and sell out his friend!" He was upset, and more importantly he was mad, "What if I went behind your back? How would that make you feel, Mego?" Megohime couldn t meet Masamune s gaze, tears burning her eyes. I m sorry.. I just don t want this to happen again. "Well, I'm not going to let it happen again. The next time he shows up, I'm forcing a change and I'm eating his ass." Oh, that's right, his curse. He still had it. When was the last time she saw his fearsome dragon form? When they first met, she figured. He left every night he was meant to take it. I m just scared Masamune.. I m scared you ll get yourself killed and I ll be all alone again.. Megohime whispered. "I'm hard to kill, Mego. You won't be alone." He told her, his anger quelling some, "I wouldn't do that to you..." Megohime still hesitated, but nodded, still unable to discard her feelings on anxiety. "It'll be fine.." He told her, "He may have the power of Gods, but he isn't one. He can die, and I'll make sure of that." We should make sure we have more time to be prepared this time, strengthen the barriers around the forest. She agreed. He nodded, "I'll see what I can do." He replied, "For now, we lick our wounds..' Megohime nodded, she d have to test out the new powers Lucifer had given her, push herself to her limit to see how far she d be able to go. "Come on, I'm hungry from stressing out over you two." He smiled. Megohime nodded, crawling out of bed stiffly, body still sore. Food sounds good... I m starving.. He helped her stand and walked out with her, heading down to the kitchen and picking at whatever the cooks had left out. Megohime enjoyed eating with him until the both of them were satisfied and tired, then they both fell into bed to rest more. When she woke up, she was no longer in her soft bed with Masamune, but a hard cold cage."Rise and shine " Lucifer smirked, standing before her. Megohime scrambled up, eyes wide and immediately on high alert. What the fuck?! She grabbed the bars and pulled hard, but they didn t budge. Why the fuck am I here?! "I need that baby, dear. Did you think I forgot?" He asked. Why now?! I still have things to attend to! I wasn t done! She snarled at him. He gave a fake sound of sympathy, "Aw...you poor thing." Megohime beat hard on the bars, glaring hatred at him. I have to go back! Send me back now! She demanded. "No. Your end of the deal needs to be upheld." He stated. And I will, but right now he s in danger! She felt her panic building and building what if Matsunaga came back while she was gone? "He will be fine. Our deal needs to be upheld." He stated dully. Why did he have to do this, why now of all times Megohime felt like she would break down and cry, but there wasn t anything she could do. Later on, in her grief, he came to her and forced himself on her, taking her without remorse and laying his seed before he left her alone in her cage broken and defiled. Megohime didn t try to stop him, knowing if she held off on giving him a child, he would only hold her captive until she did. She laid out on her back, having refused to look at him, and when he finished and left her, she simply curled up on her side, hoping that his seed would take the first time. Her hopes seemed to be answered, as she soon felt a new life blossom inside her. Could all demons do that? Did they all know right away? Or was that Lucifer's doing? Regardless of how she was able to do it, Megohime found only disgust in herself, in the life she was nurturing, and with Lucifer. She would just have to endure it, give him what he wanted and hurry back. Lucifer would come by and talk to her, to his baby. He seemed happy, excited, like any normal expecting father would. It was sick. Megohime hardly talked to Lucifer, not even looking in his direction when he came, becoming more and more worried over Masamune. "He isn't dead yet, you know." Lucifer said, "You molt over him needlessly." Shut your mouth. She spoke, probably the first time she had spoken to him since she had first gotten there. Don t you ever speak about him. He hummed, clearly unamused, "And why should I listen to you?" Because I m carrying your child. She hissed at him, not sure if it was her fear of coming back to Masamune dead, or her hormones making her brave. "You can't do anything to our child even if you wanted."Our. That made her sick. Your child. She shot back. Don t think I ll be here helping you raise the thing. "You're still the mother, whether you like it or not." He stated, "Don't be so childish." I didn t promise you a mother, I promised you a child, don t be so selfish,dear. She sneered back at him. He appeared beside her, his foot on her head, "What was that? I didn't quite appreciate that tone." Megohime winced in pain as her head was forced against the hard bars of the cage, fear gripping her spine and keeping her from fighting back. She was ashamed that he still scared her, lip trembling as she clenched her jaw. N Nothing.. She whispered. He pressed down a little harder before moving away. "That's what I thought." Megohime flinched and turned her head away, scowling softly, but keeping her mouth shut. "Behave yourself,wife." He sneered and left her alone. Megohime did so to the best she could, simply staying silent or at best compliant, only wanting to return to Masamune as quickly as she could. The gestational period for her child felt like years. She couldn't feel Masamune's presence from here, couldn't tell if he was alive. It worried her. What if Matsunaga came back, and when she returned, both Masamune and Kojurou would be...No, no. Masamune would be fine. Megohime was an emotional mess, spending most of her time alone Lucifer was right, she wasn t able to harm herself, even if she wanted to. "It's almost time," Lucifer couldn't be happier, "My first child in centuries " Megohime didn t make eye contact, didn t speak, only sat in silence like she had the majority of the time, not even looking to Lucifer this time. He pet her stomach slowly, affectionately, "Are you excited, Megohime ?" Megohime flinched at his touch, forcing herself to look away as much as she could physically. No.

['Arigatou', 'Akihime', 'Yukimura']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9555/

Opposites attract~me and Anjeru

"Take that...........and that!" called out Kou Leifoh with a confident smile as he severed the head of one of the bases defense robots with one well aimed kick, and sent the head sailing into another robot with another skilled kick. Without even looking, he brought his right leg up behind, catching another robot with a blow to it's equivalent of a groin, which knocked it up then flat on it's back. With a surprisingly graceful flip, he was in the air a brief moment before landing square on the chest of the bot he had just knocked down. The entire fight was fast and furious, but he wasn't tiring at all. That was his style after all.Though confident, he also had his "Oh crap, we're dead." moments, which was kind of what he was feeling now when he looked up and saw another large group of defense robots marching down one of the narrow corridors ahead of him and Dominique. Glancing over at the young blonde before hopping down off the robot, dusting his self off."Guess I gotta continue protecting the lovely princess." he said with a laugh, winking at her before he took off head long into the coming squad of bots. A flurry of kicks sending pieces here there and everywhere, doing his damndest to keep his promise and defend Dominique. One way or another, he was getting her out of here. Dominique hadn't exactly been thrilled to have Kou escorting her to safety she would have rather had Sion than this cocky, somewhat egotistical fighter. He also sort of came off as an overexcessive flirt. Nothing like Sion, not at all, but Kou had promised to take her to safety and so she had no choice but to go with him. So, here she was, trying to stay out of the way of getting injured as Kou went about using his powerful legs to disperse of the robots that hounded them.Kou was a bit of the way ahead of her and she jogged to catch up, ducking under his kick as he swept out his leg to take down another bot. Before long, they'd cleared the group and he off to fight another, saying he had promised to keep her safe. She couldn't help the smile that came across her lips. Ok, she had to admit, he was kind of sweet, but that's it. Nothing else. And she would only put up with until they escaped.She trotted after him, her baggy yellow coat rustling around her as she went, her long pale legs carrying the small woman easily. The blonde hair weaving in and out of her sight as she tracked Kou and his progress with her eyes. She had to admit one more thing, he had some moves behind his playboy charm. "Woo, quite the work out." Koh said, sighing lightly as he wiped some sweat off his forehead as the last disabled bot fell to the ground, a small amount of sparks shooting here and there out of the disable metal bodies. Nothing dangerous though."Allow me to help m'lady step over this large tin can." he said with a smile as he bowed lightly and offered his hand out to indeed help her step over the large bot laying between the two of them. There was really no ulterior motives behind his playful, and somewhat flirty banter. It was just the way he was. Sure, she was cute...........VERY cute, but she seemed to have a thing for Sion. Since Sion was his friend, he wasn't going to try and steal her away or anything. But, he certainly did consider Sion lucky as hell for having someone so.........great like Dominique pining after him. She tried not to giggle at his attempt at a flirtacious and courtly gesture. Her pale fingers took his hand and allowed him to help her over the fallen robots. His grip was strong and he had manly hands, she noticed, typical of a martial arts fighter like Kou. Sion had similiar hands, but not as fighter toned as Kou's. Blinking, she realized where her train of thought was taking her and instantly curbed. She had to remember she would've rather have gone with Sion than this lean man because her thoughts kept seeming to go off track.As she came to stand on the other side of the fallen machines, she gave a slight smile and took her hand away from his. "Thank you," she said, at least remaining polite enough to thank him for his help, regardless of whether she wanted to be there or not. There really was no point in mulling over it, there was nothing she could do to change what had been decided. "Don't men......." Kou started to reply, but hushed and seemed as if he heard or sense something. Then suddenly, a loud crashing sound came from behind Dominique as a previously hidden large bot crashed down on it's fallen partners, already swinging an arm out at the pair."Dominique!" he called out, using his quick reflexes to shove her out of the way while lashing his leg out in reflex at the metal beast. Two thuds filled the corridor as both attacks connected full forth. One sick sounds thud as metal slammed against Kous rib cage and a loud bang as his foot slammed into his chest. Both opponents were sent flying back. Kou hit the wall hard and slumped to the floor while the robot wasn't so lucky, making contact with an exposed powercable as it flew back a few feet, it's circuits fried before it even hit the floor. Dominique gave a gasp as Kou's hands shoved her away from the attacking robot. She fell onto her side with a soft oomph, eyes widening as she watched the connecting, almost even blow. Once she saw that the robot was down for good, she pushed her slim form up and dashed to Kou's side, worried he was actually hurt. That blow hadn't been light and it had not looked easy. As much as she would rather be with Sion, she couldn't be completely cold to the tattoo'd fighter after what he had just gone through to protect her. She wasn't that cold.She knelt beside Kou's crumple form, her hand gently touching the top of his head, then his muscular shoulder. "Kou?" she shook very lightly, afraid she might hurt him or cause any injuries he may have gotten to hurt. "Kou? Are you okay?" Dominique owed him, she knew, that attack probably would have done a number against her. "Heh.......yea........I'm fine........princess." Kou replied, slowly raising his head to smile at her. Of course, he actually wasn't. He could already tell that if his ribs weren't cracked, they were certainly bruised, and he wouldn't be going anywhere just yet"Though.......I think.......it's time for a quick rest." he said, laughing a bit before coughing. He looked at his hand and was glad to see there was no blood. Good, no internal injuries."A beautiful princess like you shouldn't look so worried about lowly little me." He jokingly added, wincing when he laughed a little too hard this time. Looking into her eyes, he found himself a little transfixed by her. He had always found her cute, but as he looked at her, she was now just so.......beautiful. Almost angelic in appearance. She frowned softly, not really liking that he was playing off being fine when he really wasn't. Dominique could tell he was hurt and she wondered what she could do for him. Her slim and pale fingers touched very lightly to where he had been hit. The soft fingertips skimmed across the bruised area before she pulled them away, looking back up to his youthful, somewhat charming face. "Nothing is broken," she said, "that's good." Once she made sure he was braced somewhat comfortably against the wall, she took a seat next to him."And I'll worry about you if I want," she said a little defiantly, playfully. "If you hadn't saved me, I'd be the one in your position and probably not as free of broken bones and such." Eyes turned to him as she spoke, her legs moving so that she could sit criss cross, her hands on her ankles. The coat bunched up a little, her long and shapely legs visible, pale and looking so soft. As much as Kou wasn't her type he wasn't anything like Sion she had to realize that he was rather attractive, the tattoo's giving him an exotic, almost bad boy look. "Heh, you worrying about me..........Best new I've had all day." Kou laughed lightly, his right arm gently wrapping around his stomach to help stop any pain that came from laughing or even moving. He noted how......visible her legs were now and his eyes were on them for a brief moment, but he did his best to keep from staring."Well, a promise is a promise. I told Sion I'd make sure you were fine, and I'll do what I must to keep you that way. A few busted ribs is a small price to pay to keep m'lady safe and sound." he added with a light smile, looking at her a moment before leaning his head back against the cold metal wall, trying to relax. Not exactly easy to do with messed up ribs in a place like this. Still, he found some comfort in Dominique being next to him. Dominique relaxed back against the wall, still rather concerned about about Kou's ribs, knowing a blow like that could have done some serious damage. She was feeling a little guilty about cursing her luck that she had gotten stuck with Kou, not Sion. She leaned forward, turning her head to peer at him, part of her blonde hair falling across her face. Slim fingers reached up to push it back behind her ear. "How are you feeling, Kou?" she asked softly.He looked like he was in pain and she began to wonder what else she could do for him. She didn't have any medical knowledge, so she didn't think there was anything she could do besides let him rest. "Can I do anything to help?" she questioned a moment later, peering at him a little worriedly it was a tad out of character for her to being worrying about Kou, the silly playboy of their group, but she couldn't just let him sit there in pain if there was anything that she could do. "Well, can't say I'm 100 after a hit like that. Though, I'm not gonna die on you or anything." Kou replied, looking over at her. He saw her hair fall over her face and couldn't help but just get lost looking at her a brief moment. So lovely........he thought. When she spoke again, he got snapped back to reality."Hmmmm, perhaps a kiss. I'm sure that'd liven my spirits." he replied, laughing lightly, obviously just kidding around in his typical, laid back somewhat flirty fashion. Still, he wasn't trying to consciously "steal" her away or anything. But, he couldn't help but find himself grow more and more attracted to her as they spoke and he looked at her beautiful, graceful features. And it wasn't just physical. Her suddenly caring attitude for him was also something that helped him be drawn to her. Even though it was Kou's normal attitude to be a flirt, Dominique was a little surprised by his comment and it made her laugh softly, her hand covering her mouth as she did. She raised her eyes once she had managed to stop giggling. "You're still as silly as ever, Kou." She said with a smile, finding his flamboyant, flirtacious attitude a little comforting in this moment. Even in pain, he was still playing at it and it waa amusing, if nothing else. And it went well with his looks. He wasn't by any means unattractive, quite the contrary. He was very handsome.His long hair was quite an appealing feature and she found she wanted to slide her fingers through the strands. The thought caught her off gaurd and she almost blushed, but managed to push it off so that her cheeks did not tint pink. She smiled again, her pale lips curling to form the smile. "Let me know if there is anything, you know, normal I can to help." "Heh, alright. Nothing comes to mind at the moment though. Well..........actually, I wouldn't mind hearing about you. Me and you, we don't really know each other. So, what the hey.........why don't we swap stories while I rest and let my busted ribs have a break?" Kou asked, laughing lightly, but wincing after as it hurt to laugh. It wasn't too bad, but it was bad enough that he didn't really want to laugh unless something was really funny. Dominique gave a small laugh and shook her head, leaning back against the wall behind her. "You wouldn't want to hear about my life," she said. "Before the bar, I don't remember much. The bar and Sion, you, Volt you're all my life now, in a way." Her fingers lifted to push blonde strands of hair from her eyes again, a soft blush tinting her cheeks at the last part of the comment. It was a bit embarrassing to admit that to him, but she supposed he had a right to know considering the situation they were in. "Well, you may not remember much, but I'd still love to hear anything. I do consider you a friend afterall. I realized I don't always.........act like it though." Kou replied, referring to his generally flirty personality."Still, a friend is a friend, and I'd protect any of you with my life if need be." he added, smiling lightly down at her and noticing her light blush."You look cute when you blush." he said, just smiling before leaning his head back against the wall behind them. He actually wasn't tempted to tease her about it. She really did look cute. Cuter than she normally did. Dominique listened to his words and knew them to be true whether or not he was a flirt and he was they were friends. It never really appeared that way, they knew, because she generally just stuck around Sion. When she caught his last words, she blushed even more, trying her best to hide it but failing miserably."Thank you, I guess," she said, laughing softly. Avoiding his gaze until the blush went away. Then looked back at him, again a little caught off guard by how handsome he was. And toned, he was definitely toned. He had even risked his life to protect her.Dominique leaned over and gave his cheek a quick peck. "There, to make you feel better and to thank you for saving me," she said softly with a smile as she leaned back to her reclining position against the wall beside him. Sure, the gesture was a bit out oif character for her, but she had felt urge to do it, if only to help the flirt feel better. Kou's eyes shot open in surprise when he felt the kiss, blinking a few times before finally turning to look over at her, then smiled shortly afterwards."Don't mention it....." he replied, still looking at her."Can't say I'm surprised that it took a kidnapping, a rescue attempt and me injured to get even that out of you." he added, laughing lightly. He knew they weren't very close. There was no denying that. Obviously, she was closest to Sion, living with him and all. She seemed fond of Volt as well. Him, he always got the feeling she felt he was annoying. Still, those thoughts weren't filling his head........exactly. Instead, she was the only thing on his mind. That, and the though of just how soft her lips felt on his cheek. If it weren't for his tattooes..........she'd be able to make out a faint shade of pink on his own cheeks. She couldn't help but laugh softly at his comment. "Well, I suppose that's partially my fault," she said as she turned her head to look at him again. "I think I misjudged you, Kou. I thought you were just a playboy who was more worried about what a woman wore than anything she would have to say."She was a bit embarassed to admit her misconceptions, but felt he should know the truth. "I'm glad I was wrong," she said with a smile. "Yea, that's understandable. I mean, I can't deny I generally do act in a way that'll give people that appearance. Though........I do appreciate it when people are willing to know the real me." Kou replied, smiling softly at her."Though, I do pretty much think the same of you now, as I always have. You're quite caring and friendly, and generally cheerful. Not to mention, you're quite cute." he added, failing to realize he had called her cute, as it kind of came out on reflex, without him really thinking about it. She stared at him for a moment, realizing he wasn't aware that he had called her cute. Again. Her cheeks heated with a blush and she coughed behind a slim, balled up hand. "You're going to have to stop doing that, Kou," she said with a small laugh, "I'm afraid if you keep it up my face is going to turn permanently red." Her hand rubbed at her cheeks to help push away the blush. Never had she blushed so much, not even around Sion who she had liked ever since he had came to the bar to be a bouncer. In fact, it had been just recently that she had given him a chain to celebrate his first year as one. She even got along fairly well with the big Volt she more of saw him as someone who was gruff on the outside but lovable on the inside. Sort of like a big teddy bear. Kou was the only one she never had really seemed to become friends with.Maybe this escape with Kou wasn't such a bad thing after all. They were actually getting to know the person behind their perceptions, or in her case, her misconceptions. Kou really wasn't what she had first thought and she was glad he wasn't the womanizer she had thought. "Well, with how cute you look when you blush, I may just have insure that happens." Kou replied, laughing lightly as his right hand reached up and over to gently stroke her cheek with the back of his hand before giving her cheek a lightl little pinch between his index and middle finger. Afterwards, he found himself unable to look away. His smile lightened a bit, but stayed as he couldn't tear his gaze away. She just looked so amazing beautiful, pretty much breath taking. She blushed as his hand caressed her pale cheek. She didn't want to blush, but with the gentle touch she couldn't help but do exactly that. "K kou..." she wasn't sure what else to say, suddenly feeling very nervous and flustered, even self conscious under the stare of Kou's eyes. He was very handsome and the tattoo's he had all over his body just seemed to add an exotic appeal to him, her will melting away the longer she spent time with him. Kou continued to gaze into her eyes a moment, before his body moved on it's own. Moving his hand to her other cheek, he lightly cupped it as he leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to her in a soft, gentle kiss. He had been wanting to do this for a bit, but kept himself from making the move. But, he could no longer resist. The blush on her cheeks spread further and her eyes went wide for a moment in a mix of shock and pleasure. Kou was her first kiss?...it wasn't a horrible thing, she had just always thought Sion would be her first kiss. The feeling of Kou's lips on hers though was...pleasant and oddly, she didn't mind it. Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned into him, unsure of what she was supposed to do as she pressed her lips back against his shyly. Kou himself was quite surprised Dominique didn't seem to mind. He was half expecting her to slap him and call him a perv. Still, he continued to gently hold her cheek as the kiss deepened a bit. Despite the strong attraction he now had for her, he wasn't go to move things too fast. Dominique was different than other girls he had been with. She was so lovely and graceful and innocent.....She was like an angel. Dominique was surprised that she hadn't pushed him away or even slapped him, the way she would have even the day before. She couldn't understand what had changed excep that now she knew that Kou wasn't just a womanizer. Becoming a little flustered now because she couldn't sort through her feelings, she pulled away, but just a little, her lips only a hair's breathe from his own. When Dominique pulled away, Kou exhaled deeply, almost out of breath."Dominique........" he softly said, not moving closer or farther away as he stayed like that, faces barely apart, his eyes locked with her. His own feelings for her had changed as well. Originally, he just thought she was cute. Kind of like an adorable mascot for the bar. But now, things had changed. It wasn't just some simple infatuation. Love........too soon for that. But perhaps a strong attraction or bond would be better used to describe how things had suddenly changed from them. So suddenly.......getting busted in the ribs wasn't the worst thing in the world. What was wrong with the blonde that when he whispered her name, she wanted to shiver? And not in a bad way. He seemed more intense this way, than when he had been fighting off the opponents they came across. She peered back at him and swallowed nervously, not sure what it was that she was feeling. Affection of some sort...but not sure of what level. As he stared at her, she blushed again and this time lowered her eyes nervously. "Kou..." his name a gentle whisper falling across his lips. "I......." Kou started to say, actually unable to get the rest of the words out. Gently reaching out, he brushed some of her blonde hair out of her face before moving the small disance forward to softly kiss her once again. It was soft and gentle, but also filled with his feelings for her, however strong they may be. For the moment at least, he no longer cared about their predicament. His mind was solely on her. His lips came down on hers again and she wasn't sure what to do, so her eyes just fluttered shut. Her hands lifted and rested on his chest, neither to pull him close or to push him away. Fingers stroked almost subconsciously as she again pressed her lips back. She was nervous she had never kissed anyone before Kou so she didn't know what came next or if she was pleasing him. It amazed her that hewantedto kiss her. The majority of their group had always seen Dominique as more of a mascot, or even little sister. Kou continued to kiss her, deepening it gradually as his hand slid from her cheek, resting on her shoulder a moment before sliding down her collarbone and gradually going lower till it rested on her hip. Whether by reflex or intentionall, his hand then slid around her back and gently but quickly kind of spun her onto his lap, so she was straddling him, not even breaking kiss as he did so, both hands resting on her hips now. Dominique gave a surprised squeak into the kiss as Kou brought her up into his lap, her knees automatically taking residence alongside his hips. She blushed again and pulled away from the kiss, to look down at him, her hands pressed to his built shoulders. "You're making me blush again...." Dominique teased before this time taking a little initiative and placing her lips to his softly, her blonde hair spilling to frame her face. The new position caused her yellow coat to bunch up at her waist, showing the teal colored, very short shorts she wore beneath. Kou didn't have time to respond. He simple gave her one his handsome smiles at her comment before she actually initiated a kiss. As that happened, his hands drifted a little lower, resting on her thighs now. Though, he suddenly withdrew and while still kissing back, unsnapped his fingerless gloves and tossed them away, his hands immediately going back to her thighs, so they could fully enjoy her pale, silky smooth legs. He would rub lightly up and down, which had the effect of pushing her jacket up more and more a little bit at a time. Dominique grew more and more nervous as the situation seemed to progress, but, at the same time, she was becoming excited. Never had she thought she would be with Kou like this...she hadn't even pictured this with Sion, despite all the feelings she had for him...or thought she had for him. She wasn't sure how she felt anymore, her long limbs shivering from pleasure under his bare touch. This was Kou...but, she felt differently than she had before. So, she didn't pull away. Kou was actually nervous about the same thing. He wasn't as nervous about the situation himself, as he was about who it was with. Like Dominique with Sion, Kou had thought the same about Leann. Sure, they didn't exactly seem like the perfect couple as much as Dominique and Sion would at first glance, but he always thought he had feelings for her. Perhaps he never did, or perhaps he did but Dominique was the one his heart truely yearned for. There'd be time letter for both of them to get to the bottom of the depth of their obvious feelings for one another. But now, this was their moment.Kidnapping, injuries, dangerous situations........these all just seemed to fade away to them. For now, they were in their own little world. Just Kou and Dominique. And as such, this precious yet confusing moment progressed further, one hand leaving her thigh to reach up for the zipper, slowly starting to pull it down. Not only was he going slow due to the sensuality of it all, he was doing it in case she didn't want this to happen. He wasn't trying to just get laid or anything. These feelings for her, however strong they were, were just overflowing him. Kou began to pull down the zipper on her coat and Dominique wasn't sure exactly what she was feeling a mix of sensuality, nervousness, and even affection towards the fighter she was straddling. She pulled away from the kiss and leaned back just as the zipper reached the bottom. Blushing furiously, she raised her hands and gently pushed the coat from her shoulders. Her slim hands eased the coat off and she set it on the floor next to them, her slim annd athletic body just clothed in that teal sports bra type of shirt and matching shorts. She blushed even more and lowered her eyes, afraid he would think her unattractive. Kou watched in silence as she removed the coat. When she blushed and looked down, he had a good idea what was going through her pretty little head. Raising his hand up under her chin, he gently tilted her chin up so she was looking into his eyes."You're absolutely beautiful Dominique." He said with an affectionate smile, moving his hand from her chin to rest on her shoulder again, his other hand still resting on her slender thigh. He wasn't lying at all, or just saying it make her feel better. Sure, she wasn't as curvy as some girls, but that didn't matter. Everything about Dominique, he found absolutely breath taking. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Dominique blushed again and she mirrored his previous action, sliding her black gloves and white arms sleeves off. She set them with her coat and then pressed her hands to his bare, tattoo'd chest. She liked the feel of his skin against hers and raised her eyes back to his, blushing again. "Do...do you really think so?" she asked. She had always been a little self conscious because she had a slightly more under devolped body than some of the women she had seen around Kou. "Of course I do Dominique. You're like an angel." Kou softly replied, brushing hair out of her face again before glancing down at her hands on his chest. He could tell she seemed to like the feeling of skin on skin, so slide his arms out of his vest and let it fall to the floor behind him. Arms going around her waist, holding her close to him. She swore her face was going to be permantely red by the time they escaped from here, her head now resting against his shoulder when he pulled her close. Never had she thought that she would be snuggled up against a half naked, shirtless Kou. Oddly, it made her feel like there were butterflies in her stomach. "We're going to have to work at this. Or otherwise I think my face will get stuck red," she said, laughing softly. "Heh, seems that way. We can always just stop for a moment and let you relax and regain your color whenever you blush while we........uh..........continue." Kou said, blushing a little himself at the last part. Not like he could just come out and say "stop right in the middle of us having sex", it was far too vulgar and would really just ruin the mood. Dominique couldn't help but laugh softly again and leaned head back up, not red anymore. "If we did that, I don't think we would get anywhere," she said. She was still rather naive and wasn't familiar with things of this nature, which is why she still blushed s easily. She lifted a hand and pushed some hair from his eyes, her hand lingering on the side of his face, gently touching. "Heh, got that right." Kou replied, laughing lightly. When she brushed hair out his face this time, he once again just smiled as he looked into her eyes, just sitting that way for a moment, not moving or speaking."Are you.......ready?" he eventually asked, hands resting on her hips before gently rubbing up and down her sides as he looked down at their increasingly revealed bodies. Obviously, he was referring to taking this situation to it's intimate conclusion. It would change things forever. Things were already changed between them, but if they made love here and now, it would cement them as something a good bit more than simply friends. It would also mark the beginning of something with the potential to be quite wonderful. She shivered as his hands traced her skin and she nodded softly, slightly afraid, but wanting to stay in this moment. And even exploring beyond it. Dominique had always thought she would've ended up with Sion, now that she was sitting here with Kou like this, she felt foolish. She felt almost as if she had been chasing the wrong future because as it had often been pointed out, as much as she cared about Sion, it didn't seem like he was interested. Kou though, had risked his very life to save her and she felt foolish for thinking badly about him. "I am," she said, leaning her head down to kiss him again softly, her hand this time sliding into his hair, enjoying the feel of his silky hair in her fingers. Kou just gave her one of his handsome smiles before she kissed him again, him returning it with equal gentleness as his hand slowly slid up her sides and kept going. Hooking under her little teal top, sliding it slowly up and off her small, but in Kous mind, perfect breasts. Eventually, he pulled away from the kiss, only able to get it up so much before it blocked them. Once it was out of the way, his lips were right back on hers, even as he slid it the rest of the way up, over her arms and off, setting it with the rest of her clothing as the kiss continued, one hand going back around her while the other slid up her flat stomach, stopping as he gently cupped one of her breasts in his strong hand. She blushed again, though this time from a passion beginning inside of her rather than a self conscious embarassment. Though, she was still rather embarassed, especially when her top came off and her small breasts came into view. She mmm'd into the kiss as his hand covered a small breast, her nipple pebbling against his palm. Dominique wasn't as well devolped as the other girls she'd seen, but the small breasts seemed to go along perfectly with her slim yet athletic body. Her hands moved and slid down his chest, nails gently scratching his skin as she tentively touched her tongue to his lips, deepening the kiss now that she was getting caught up in the moment it allowed most of her inhibitations to fall away. Ever so gently, he began to rub and tease Dominiques modest breast. All the while, returning the kiss and savoring the feeling of her hands and fingernails gliding down his muscular body. He was becoming quite lost in the moment. Any thoughts of the ramifications this might hold for their future was for the time being, pushed to the back of his mind as the only thoughts in his head were Dominique and showing his feelings to her in a physical way.He played with her soft little breast for a bit longer, before his hand slid back down her waist, joining the other on her hips before both began slowly sliding those teal short shorts down those slender hips of hers. As always, he greatly enjoyed the feeling of her soft skin as more and more was revealed as her shorts came farther and farther off. He was now actually more clothed than she at the moment. Though, only his pants and boots remained to cover up the full extent of what his body had to offer. Dominique couldn't help but moan softly as he gently toyed with her small breast. The nipple pebbled under his grasp and she blushed again. He slowly began to slide off her teal and white shorts, leaving her in her bikini teal panties and her shoes. She was feeling rather exposed and so she leaned back and pulled his boots off and her own shoes. She dropped them next to the discarded clothing and sat next to him, off of his lap, leaning in to kiss him again, softly, hesitantly, a little shyly. Dominique had never been in a situation like this, unsure of how to proceed but she knew she didn't want to be away from him, and wanted to kiss him forever. Gently laying her shorts with the rest of her outfit, he simply watched as she slid off both of their shoes. In just panties, she went from cute to down right sexy. When she leaned in to kiss again, he wasn't surprised to see her so hesitant about it all. Even though they were both quite lost in the moment, he'd be even more surprised if she became super daring and did everything without a hint of shyness.So, he simply gazed into her eyes as she leaned forward, him softly returning the kiss as their lips met. His left hand went up to rest on her thights, while his right rested on her hips again. She mmm'd a little into the kiss and took another step, deepening it by running her tongue across his lips. She was shyly progressing forth, but it seemed to be a littl easier as time went on. And...that it was with Kou made her feel a little self conscious. She was probably nothing like the girls he'd had before her. She scooted closer to him, her hand tracing down his chest, dragging her nails in its wake playfully. Kous lips parted ever so lightly to give her tongue further access as they continued. He wondered if she even had any experience in making out. But, the way she was going, she either did or was just doing what she thought was right, and was succeeding. Regardless, he was very much enjoying it, his hand on her hip occasionaly sliding around behind her to gently rub her firm little ass through the fabric of her panties. When it came to the girls he was normally with, by this point, they would usually be full on doing it, but things were progressing slower with Dominique. He didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it as there was something obviously there between them, love or not, and he knew that moving things too fast could easily ruin it. She really didn't have any idea what she was doing. Dominique was going with what her gut was telling her to do, sort of going along with her instinct. She tentively slid her tongue into his mouth as his lips parted, sliding it atop and along his own. For some reason or another that she could not distinguish yet, Dominique wanted to make Kou feel good, despite her shyness and apprehension in being with him like this. She blushed as he ran his hand over her small ass, finding the touch very nice. Her hand finally stopped by the waist band of his pants, her nails playfully scratching, before her hand simply laid against his skin. The kiss continued a good while, but people do need to breath, so Kou eventually pulled back for need of air. Laughing lightly at how he seemed to have low lung capacity. Just smiling at her, he reached up to cup her cheek for a moment, before both hands went below, gently starting to tug down the last article of clothing on her body. He already had a good show of what she looked like naked, but might as well go that last little bit. Plus, he wanted to take this situation to it's natural conclusion, wanting nothing more right now than to make love with the angel before him. As the panties came off of her long legs, another heated blush came across her cheeks. No one and she meantno onehad ever been allowed to see her naked before. This was definitely something she wasn't used to. She laughed softly, "I'm at a bit of a disadvantage here." Her fingers undid his pants and she waited for him to take them off, for some reason wanting to watch him slide them off. She wanted him as nude as her, his eyes able to roam every inch of bare skin, save the area hidden by her thighs pressed together. She was still embarassed sure, but seeing Kou enjoy what he saw emboldened her a little. "Heh, then I guess I better make things even." Kou replied, laughing lightly as he hooked his thumbs in his pants and boxers, and slide both down and off at once, piling them next to Dominiques stuff. After doing so, he just sat there, eyes slowly travelling over every inch of her body, while he sat there to allow her to do the same if she so wished. Dominique blushed profusely when Kou was finally nude before her and sat back to allow her to admire him. And she did, for what seemed like a very long time. She had never seen a man naked before and it really was a sight...or more to the point,hewas. She leaned her head in and kissed his jaw, then the spot just below his ear, before making her way down his neck. Teeth nibbled and she ever dared to trail her tongue along as she went, feeling a little more bold now that she wasn't the one only one naked now. Kou moaned softly when she kissed his jaw and slowly slid down to his neck. He was surprised at her sudden boldness, but like everything else that happened, didn't mind at all. As she worked her way around, his hands raised her side, gently rubbing up and down, sometimes brushing each breast, and sometimes sliding around to lightly cup her ass. Such a sensual scene. Lust wouldn't quite be a good way to explain what they felt, but they certainly desired to explore all that each others body had to offer She could tell he was surprised and so was she. She was never usually so bold and yet, here she was, being bold. Though, a slight shake in her touch belied that boldness. She was actually quite nervous because she wasn't sure what she should do. "What would you like me to do?" she asked curiously as she pressed a kiss next to his belly button. She had heard of blowjobs, of course, but she wasn't sure if it was something he would have liked. "Just..........go with whatever you feel is right. You've been doing that so far, and I ain't complaining." Kou replied, laughing lightly as he smiled gently down at her. He could easily tell she was nervous and tried to lighten the mood a bit to help ease that up. Still, with the feelings rushing through him, she could literally whatever she wanted, and he would mind at all. As long as she was the one doing.........he wouldn't mind at all.... "Hmn...ok. Just...if I do something wrong, tell me." She said with a small nervous laugh. She didn't want to start off directly with her mouth she decided, sliding one hand down to gently grasp his shaft. She wasn't sure what would feel good to him, so at first she gently just slid her fingers across and around it, sort of in a circular up and down motion. Her hands were small, sure, but that would only serve to help give the friction and pressure to help him feel pleasure. Kou winked at her to help reassure her before he felt her grasp his manhood. He titled his head back and let out a good moan. Going with her guy sure was working wonders. Her gentle hands, her soft skin.........it felt so amazing. It was almost hard to believe it could feel so good. He couldn't help but wonder that if she simply holding him was this good.........how would full on sex be? She bit her lip as she heard his moan and decided to try to take things a tad bit further. She wanted to please him and at the same time, she was curious about all these things she could do with Kou. She was such an innocent, she had no idea the ways of sex, just the things she had heard being talked about sometimes in the bar. Dominique lowered her head and pressed a kiss to the head of his shaft, before sliding her lips around it to suck gently. She was nervous, she didn't really have any idea to go about this so she was just going with her gut and trying her best. Kou couldn't help but moan loudly as she began to shyly pleasure him. He lightly clutched at the metal grating underneath him as he sat back and let Dominique do as she wished. For a beginner, she knew just what he like. Perhaps they were meant for each other, or perhaps it was........beginners luck, so to speak. Regardless, Kou had no doubt this would be a very amazing encounter. Dominique heard his hands lightly clutching at the grating beneath them and figured he was enjoying her shy exploration of him. She decided to try more and took him further into her mouth and, remembering what one of the girls at the bar said, she sucked her cheeks in to create a tighter friction around his length she hoped felt good to him. Her hair fell partly in her face as she worked on him, though she didn't really know to how to go about doing this, so she hoped she was doing good enough for Kou. If his moaning was any indication, he was in heaven. When she took more of him in, he leaned his head back and groaned quite loudly. Her shy exploration wasn't bad at all. In fact, it seemed to turn Kou on a bit more. Perhaps he preferred the shy, innocent type rather than the sultry...........experienced kind. Regardless, Dominique was easily giving him more pleasure than some of the more experienced ladies he had been with in the past. Dominique did this for a few moments, enjoying the noises he was making. Apparently, it felt great to him and that's what she wanted. She wanted to make Kou feel good, though she still couldn't understand entirely as to why...she just did, but being so new to this in fact this was her first attempt at a blow job she had to stop. She didn't know how to balance her breathing while she pleasure him. She lifted her head and sucked in a breath, her hand still around his shaft, softly stroking. "Did I do ok?" she asked shyly, a faint blush on her cheeks, even in such a deep moment. "Y You did great...." Kou replied, breathing rather heavily with a smile at her comment."Just keep going with your guy or whatever you're doing and I can guarantee you I'll enjoy this time with you very much." he added, leaning forward a bit to give her a quick kiss on the lips before leaning back and relaxing, letting her do whatever she desired to give him further pleasure. She smiled at the kiss and blushed a tad bit more. She was beginning to feel a little antsy herself. Pulling his hand with her free one, she set it on her lower stomache even as she continued to stroke his shaft with her hand. At first she did it slow, before a bit faster and tighter. "Will...will you touch me too?" she asked, embarassed. "Y Yea, I'd love to....." Kou replied, the stuttering coming about due to moaning from her own touching when he spoke. He wasted no time, sliding his hand the rest of the way down to gently cup her pussy, before starting to rub it, starting slow, but like her, gradually getting faster, occasionally teasing her entrance with the poke of a finger. She bit her lip as he slid his hand over than pure, untouched part of her. Dominique moaned softly, then a bit louder as Kou explored her. She grew wet under his touch and she was finding it harder and harder to continue pleasing him without faltering due to the pleasure that was beginning to course through her.She pulled her hand from his length and leaned in as he continued to touch as her, her pussy tight around even just a single digit. She began to kiss him again, nipping at his lip as she moaned softly again. As he returned the soft kiss, Kou continued to rub her. With every second that ticked by, he wanted to make love to her more and more. He couldn't help it. He was already playing it out in his head. Though, they were in a much more romantic setting than this, but still, in his head, they made sweet passionate love. And that was what he wanted to do now. Still, he was still hesitating, as he feared going to that too fast would scare her off and bring an abrupt end to this encounter. Though, he did get slightly daring in pulling her a bit more into his lap, whilst continuing to rub her increasingly hot and wet womanhood. Dominique allowed him to pull her closer to his lap and she continued to kiss him back, her tongue now sliding into his mouth as she began to kiss him with the passion she was feeling from his touch. Her nipples pebbled into hard points due to both the pleasure and the cool air of the area. A little closer and they could be connected in the most intimate way. Kou continued every so lightly pulling her, only stopping when he felt her womanhood slightly pressing against his manhood. The kiss continued for a bit after that, but soon enough, he broke it off. Not for air though. He just looked into her eyes, asking her if she was ready to take this all the way without saying a single word. So much could be communicated between people with just simple looks. Dominique blushed softly as she felt the head of him pressing against her. She wasn't entirely sure if she was ready for this, but she didn't want to go back. Not now. She nipped his lip softly and gave him a deep kiss, before leaning back and giving him a soft nod, hands trailing over his chest. They really didn't need to say anything, not now, at this level of intimacy, words weren't needed. Not when their bodies were speaking for them. Kou simple smiled, one filled with such emotion, as he brushed some hair out of her face, with his hands going back to rest on her hips. Continuing to look into her eyes, he gently lifted her hips up a bit, positioned her over top of his waiting manhood and slowly and gently began to lower her, groaning as even just the tip pressed inside of her. Dominique smiled back and bit her lower lip as he began to press his manhood into her. The young girl was tight, almost unbelievably so never had she done anything like this, nor had she ever stimulated herself. She was pure, in almost every sense of word. Giving soft noises as she stretched to accomodate him. As amazing as it felt, Kou did not go any faster with her. He kept it slow and gentle, both cause he didn't want to hurt her, and to preserve the sensuality of the whole situation. This was far from some lusty romp with their only intention being sex sex sex. This was more about their apparent feelings for each other coming to the surface, with them expressing it in the most intimate way possible. Sure, Kou had had his lusty share of encounters, but this was nothing like this in various ways. He liked that. How it was so different than some one night stand or something. He had experienced this before with Leeanne, but now with Dominique..........it was unique, and special in it's own way. Dominique moaned as they came together, and before long, she was fully seated upon his shaft. She was clenched around him tightly as she dropped her head back. It was such a strange feeling, and yet, it felt good to be filled this way. Never had she thought it would feel so good. Mayhaps, it was because it was Kou inside of her. And never in a thousand years had she thought that it would be Kou taking her virginity in a naive way, she had always thought it would be Sion. Though, she didn't want it to be any other way now. As Dominique fully took him in, Kou moaned as well. When he was fully inside of her, he dropped his head a bit to rest his forehead on her shoulder, not making a move to do anything else. Both so he could savor the pleasure, and so she could get use to the feeling, so as to not experience any pain when he took her. He wanted this moment to be absolutely perfect, in his eyes and hers. When Kou held perfectly still and dropped his head against her shoulder, she smiled and dropped her own to rest on top of his. The stretched feeling was fading and she began to tingle strangely. She wriggled her hips experimently, moaning softly. "I think I'm okay," she murmured to him in reassurance. "Kou." She added his name, for some reason she didn't know. She just wanted to say it, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Alright, Dominique......." Kou replied, keeping his head on her shoulder a few more moments before finally raising it up, smiling at her lightly before giving her a quick kiss on the lips as he gently lifted her up just a bit, and let her slide back onto his manhood. As expected, he started slow as he repeated it a few times, but gradually, when he believed she could handle it, he picked up the pace, gradually getting faster. Admittedly, it felt a bit strange at first, like the friction of it made her squirm even as he thrusted into her. Then after a few slow thrusts and his increased thrusts, she began to feel hot. And like she was wanting something that she could only get from what he was doing. Dominique was blushing softly, soft moans coming from her lips as they began to come together faster. Her hands clutched at his shoulders just like her core clutched at his manhood each time it moved into her tightness. And she was so tight, almost like a vice around him, hot and velvet, gradually beginning to soak him in her juices as he built her up towards something she didn't quite understand. Kous own moans mixed with hers. It all felt so good. Physically and emotionally. Every thing about this was just so amazing. Never had he made love to someone so pure and tight. He had been with a virgin or two in his life time, but not someone quite like Dominique. She was more unique than either of them knew. Still, such a truth wouldn't bother Kou in the least. He wanted her, all of her, regardless of just what she was. The longer they went, the more vocal Dominique became. Not loud, but more moans came in succession, one after the other, almost sounding like little mews of pleasure. Her thighs tightened along side his, her hands clutching even tighter at his shoulders. Dropping her head to rest her brow against his neck as she moved her hips back against his she couldn't believe she was doing this with Kou, but she was prefectly happy and content in this moment, even as he wound her tighter and tighter. When Dominique started to get into it and move her hips against his, Kous pleasure went straight through the roof. With such a scrumptious target in front of him, he couldn't help but lower his head and begin to kiss and nip all around her neck her shoulder, whilst continue to gently help her bounce in his lap. He too, couldn't believe he was currently doing this with Dominique, but she sure did not regret it in the slightest. She gasped and let out a long noise in response to his attentions on her neck and shoulder, even as he moved inside of her. Before long, the girl's chest began to pant in mix with the louder moans and the unbelievably tight clamping of her walls around his manhood. She wasn't sure whay was coming but it felt so good. "Kou!...I feel strange..." she whimpered out on a moan against his neck, her hands gripping his upper arms and even though she said those words, she didn't make him stop the thrusting of his hips. Kou heard her, but didn't respond right away. He kind let himself get lost in the moment as he skillfully worked her neck and shoulder a bit longer before pulling her. Her mention of feeling strange, he had a rather good idea of what was the cause."Don't worry, it's a good thing. Just let it happen. It's the best part, I promise." he said, rather breathless, smiling as he let a few moans slip out as he sped up even further. She wasn't the only one feeling the beginning stages of an orgasm. How tight she was........it brought him there faster than any woman ever had. She listened to his words and nodded vaguely, moaning again as they continued to come together again and again. Her head fell back and allowed him to work more on her neck: what he was doing to her, it felt so good. She didn't understand it, really, but she knew she couldn't stop, not now. She was too close to something she knew she needed. "Kou..." moaning his name again, marveling being with him like this. She clenched around him and gasped, almost, so close, to her peak. The added clenching, Kou himself was right on the brink as well."Dominique......" he moaned in response, increasing his efforts on her neck as his hips picked up the pace a little as the end neared. He wanted this moment to last forever, but of course, it had to end eventually, and with the way things were going, it would be an amazing end for both of them. Dominique returned her moaned name, with a moan of her own. "Kou..." her head lolled back and suddenly, it was like someone had pushed her off the edge of a cliff and she was falling. Her body arched into his as she cried out, from pleasure and a tad bit of surprise. Her womanhood clenched tightly around him as she came to her end, suddenly flush hot around him, flooding him hotly with her orgasm. When she came on him, that was pretty much the last straw for Kou. Moaning loudly, his manhood twitched as he buried himself deep inside of her and came..........and came hard. He held her body tightly as their climaxes mingled together, as if he was desperately trying to hold onto the moment and her. He'd feel pretty confident in saying this was the best, or one of the best he's ever had. Not only because of how good they were, but mostly because of who he was with now. Soon, she let out a long breathe and fell against him with a soft moan. A soft sheen of perspiration coated her soft skin and she set her head on his shoulder. "That felt amazing.." She admitted softly, her breath falling across his neck. Her hands gently touched his hair as she lifted her head to press a soft kiss to his lips. What she had just did with Kou, really had been the most amazing feeling in the world. But when she thought about doing this, without Kou, it just didn't give her the same rush and fluttering feeling in her stomach. The fact it had been with Kou, even with him still buring in her, was what made it so amazing. "Heh, my thoughts exactly...." Kou replied, rather breathless as she smiled at her, returned the kiss she gave him. They stayed like that for a while, but alas, the moment had to end and they were in the middle of an escape attempt. With both getting dressed and the pain in his ribs having dulled, the two set off once again. Afterwards, the events that followed were a whirl wind. Saving the world, finding out Dominique is actually an adroid, fighting her brother on a sattelite. Saying it was crazy would be an understatement. But thankfully, everyone made it back home and life went back to.........almost normal.Of course, things had changed following the revelations and newly formed relationships......and that was one of the big ones. Kou and Dominiques time together ended up not being just a heat of the moment, one time thing. When they got back home......the two acknowledged their feelings for another and initiated a hot and sneaky little secret relationship. They didn't really mean for it be all hush hush, but both were worried about Sions reaction, considering his past with Dominique. So, they just wanted to wait until the right time to tell him and everyone else. Until then, they continued to have their secret little dates and very intimate rendezvous. It was all actually rather exciting and gave them a bit of a rush.And tonight, was one of those nights. It was rather slow, and Kou was the last bouncer left. Sion had left not long ago, with Volt going with him. Now, he was just standing around, trying to kill the little bit of time left until closing. Dominique's feet carried her down the street towards the club where the man she was quickly beginning to love was. Her yellow coat was pulled tightly around her as the night was a tad chilly she had already not been feeling well, she didn't want to risk catching the flu. She hooked around the corner and came to a stop outside the club, a smile curling across her lips.Moving inside, she was relieved to see that Sion and Volt had gone home for the night. She felt bad enough about her secret little relationship she was having with Kou without Sion being here to make her feel guilty. Not that it was intention, of course. It was just how Dominique ended up feeling around him nowadays."Kou!" Dominique called out his name as she wrapped her arms around him from behind, surprising him with a little hug. "Slow night? I see Sion and Volt have already gone." "Heh, good to see ya..........and yea, it has been rather boring, but I think things are looking up now that you're here." Kou replied, smiling as he turned to face her. With them being pretty much the only ones there, they didn't need to hide their affection from the time being."And what has this lovely little blonde been doing today?" he asked, playfully raising an eyebrow as he smile at her, arms around her waist, resting on her hips. She smiled more as he turned and pulled her into his arms. "Nothing much really," she said, "I just wanted to see you, been thinking about you all day." She finished with a soft blush, and a gentle laugh. "And you? Well, besides work obviously." Dominique hadn't eaten yet, so she was happy that her stomach ache had vanished for the time being. So, she simply leaned against him. "Oh, nothing much. Just thinking of bending you over this bar and making you call my name. You know, the usual." Kou replied, smiling as he playfully teased her. Even though she had come to know he was more than just a pervy playboy, he did make jokes like that from time to time. But, more often than not, it was meant to just playfully embarass her and see that cute blush of hers. Over the time that they had been together, she knew he wasn't just a perverted playboy anymore. He still liked to tease her though to often make her blush, and this time was no different. Laughing softly, she murmured, "doesn't sound like an entirely bad idea," before blushing like he was expecting. She pulled away from him and stretched languidly. "How long til' your off anyway?" she asked, turning back with a soft smile. "Well, since everyone is pretty much gone, just a few minutes." Kou replied, sitting down on one of the barstools behind him. He suddenly lit up when he remembered what day it was. While they had only started doing it recently, Kou always looked forward to the day of the week that Dominique was actually able to stay at his place for the night. She still lived with Sion, but every thursday night, she was able to stay at Kous place without any suspicion. Though, that's because noone knew that's where she was actually going. Instead, they all believed she was spending the night with one of the few friends she had outside of the bar. It was another one of those things that made them feel bad about lying, but they still didn't let it bother team as they cared about each other too much. Dominique smiled happily and bounced back to his side, pressing her lips to his cheek now that with him sitting he wasn't much taller than her. "Good!" she said with a soft blush. Itwasthursday after all, which meant she didn't have to part with Kou tonight. It was the only time they got to be side by side all night without having any worries, and she treasured it as much as she could. "Should I go see if there is anything in the back to bring home? For dinner?" she asked, touching his hair affectionately, glad the bar was empty. "If you like. We can always order in, if you'd like. Just stay in the bedroom and let someone else make the food and bring it to us. But.........you do look cute in nothing but that cute apron of yours." Kou replied with a smile, gently kissing the tip of her nose, arms going around her waist. If only she could stay at his place for good, but alas, that was not to happen now. Maybe someday in the future he could ask her to move in, after their relationship was known to their friends and everyone had a chance to get use to it. But for now, one amazing night a week was good enough. Leaning into him, she found she was blushing again at his teasing remarks. She set her arms on his shoulders, around his neck, leaning down to kiss his lips softly. "We can order out.." She said, kissing him again before lifting her head with a smile. "Cooking would take away time I could be spending with you and I want to spend as much time as I can with you." The soft blush was still there, but it wasn't so obviously brightening her pale cheeks. She had to lift a hand to push back some blonde strands as they fell into her face. "Mmmmm, sound absolutely delicious......." Kou replied, talking more about the intimate night ahead and her, than any food."Well then, should we get going, or would you prefer to start our wonderful night right here at the bar?" he playfully asked, mostly joking. If they did end up doing it in the bar, there was always the risk of getting caught if Sion or Volt returned due to forgetting something. Even then, the risk of such capture excited some people. Dominique blushed red and pulled away from him with a small laugh, taking his hand to pull him up from the stool. "C'mon then, I'll help make sure everything is all set for closing," she said as she let go of his hand and moved about the large expanse of the building, making sure everything was put away and cleaned well enough for closing. It would matter to her where they got to be together, but here at the bar was too risky because she didn't want Sion to catch them...she was still afraid of hurting him. After a few moments, she came down from the stairs of the 2nd floor. "Everything is all set. Ready?" When she came down the stairs, Kou looked at her as if he was thinking about her question. Then, with a smile, he quickly and casually scooped her up and swung her over his shoulder."Now I am." he replied, laughing lightly as he headed for the door. It would sure make quite a sight, but it didn't really matter. It was a big city. Noone would recognize them or think anything more about them than that they're a pair of young lovers.........which they actually are. She saw him coming towards her and vaguely, she wondered what he was up to. "What are you " she was cut off before she could finished her question, squealing as he picked her up caveman style and tossed her onto his shoulder. She playfuly hit his back, trying to stop her bubbling laughter. "You going to carry me all the way back like this?" she asked as they left the bar this was, folding her arms and resting her head upon them. "Hmmmm, maybe. Depends on if it gets suddenly windy and that jacket of yours blows up to give these lovely people a view of just what's under this oversized coat." Kou replied, smiling and snickering a bit. As they walked by the crowds of people, many gave them odd looks. He didn't mind at all. In fact, he just smiled and politely nodded his head as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She blushes both from his words and the way people looked at them as he carried her this way back to his place. Occassionally she tapped his back with a fist, playfully. Not sure what else to do just hanging on his shoulder this way. She laughed softly and nipped the back of his neck from this odd angle. "That's only for you to see Kou and you know that," she said with another small laugh. "Good, cause I don't think I want anyone else to see how good your tush looks in your dainty preference of undergarments" Kou replied, smiling as he playfully gave her rump a light smack through her thick jacket. Eventually, he reached the steps of the apartment building he resided in and set her on the ground. Stepping forward, he lowered his hands and gently started to run them up her legs, pushing her jacket up bit by bit."But it doesn't matter.........They'll be off anyways before long." he whispered into her ear as he leaned down, lightly nipping at her earlobe before suddenly standing up straight and taking his hands away. He was quite skilled at getting her hot and bothered before their intimate times together. She squeaked and blushed when he lightly gave her tush a playful pat. Before long, he was setting her down on the steps to his apartment, his hands on her legs. "Kou.." She shivered softly as he gave attentions to her ear, biting her lip to surpress the moans he was so good at working up in her.Before she could get into it, though, he stepped back. She groaned and playfully smacked him upside the head. "You shouldn't get me all hot outside," she teased with a laugh as she pulled him by his hand up the stairs. She waited for him to unlock the door, then playfully drew her nails down his back as it swung open. He had learned to turn her on quickly, but so had she when it came to Kou. Kou pretty much growled in pleasure when she ran her nails down his back as he opened the door and stepped into the lobby. It was late at night, so the doorman had been off work for a bit, leaving the two alone in the lobby. Not a very patient man, he couldn't..........fully wait until they got upstairs. So, as the door shut and relocked itself, he spun around and playfully pushed her up against the glass door. In no more than a couple moments, his hand had tugged the zipper of her thick jacket all the way down and he pulled open each side, revealing her slender, somewhat pale and very sexy body underneath."Hmmm, I find myself wondering what you would do if I took you right here, right now." he said with a seductive grin as his hands lightly gripped her hips and pulled her hips up against his own. Sure, they were in a somewhat public place..........but there was actually very little chance of anyone seeing what was going on. For the people on the street, since her back was to them, it would just look like she was leaning against the door, as they wouldn't be able to see the front of her jacket open. And as for random apartment dwellers coming down, anyone going down the stairs made plenty of noise, as did the elevator, which would give them time to straighten themselves up. Dominique let out a gasp of both shock and delight as Kou pressed her back against the glass of the apartment lobby enterance. He quickly pulled down the zipper of her coat and parted the cloth, so that her small and athletic body became visible to him. His words made her both excited and nervous. It was getting rather late, so there were very few, if any, people wandering about.She somewhat shyly pressed her hips back against his own, a blush crawling across her cheeks as she peeked up at him. Her hands spanned across his chest, nails dragging playfully. With a small nervous laugh, she said, "I'm just as clueless as you are. I'm not sure what I'd do either." "Well, how bout we try and find out?" Kou asked, smiling as he raised an eyebrow. His hands stayed on her hips, but every so slowly, started tugging down the waist band of whatever choice of panties she happen to have decided on for the day. He wasn't so much removing them, as he was just continuing to tease her with the possibility of doing it right there with a possiblity of being caught. Albeit, a very small chance, but a chance none the less. So, for the moment at least, it was hard to say if Kou was being entirely serious about what he was suggesting, or just doing it all to get her even more hot and bothered so that the night they'd share together would be a wild one. I believe she was the same age...I don't remember She hadn't chosen anything considerably specific when it came to her undergarments, because in the off chance that her coat ever came open, she wanted to be able to salvage a little modesty. Her pale and lithe body had a semi sexy pair of black undergarments on tonight, that stood out in contrast against her pale skin. A sort of low cut sports bra and short shorts.When he tugged at the waistband of her underwear shorts, she squirmed a little. He certianly knew how to make her hot quickly, but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to do such intimate things in the lobby of his apartment complex. Albeit the risk of getting caught was substantially low, she didn't want to be caught. After all, their relationshipwasa secret and she didn't need it somehow travelining back to Sion if somebody saw what they were doing.She leaned her head forward and kissed Kou deeply, before pulling back and nipping playfully at his lips. "Let's go upstairs," she said, her voice husky and seductive, though unintentionally so. Kou quite enjoyed her unique clothing taste. In both her choice to wear her jacket as a dress, and her modest, but still quite sexy choice of undergarments. Just seeing her body clad in such things was already driving him wild."As you wish........" Kou replied, smiling and stepping away before pushing the up button on the elevator, stepping in and pulling Dominique with him when the doors opened. With no security camera in the elevator, once those doors closed, he was all over her. Kissing her passionately, his hands roamed all over her body, savoring every inch and growing hotter by the second. She smiled and followed after him, her jacket still open as they moved through the lobby towards the elevator. She just sort of innocent bobbed on the heels of her feet until it dinged, the doors opened, and they moved inside. The doors closed and again she gasped as she found herself against the elevator wall, Kou suddenly on the strong offense. She moaned against his lips and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she wriggled her hips against his own. The kiss only deepened and things got more fierce as the elevator climbed floors. When it finally dinged as it reached Kous floor, he finally pulled away. Wasting no time, he took her hand and was at his door with in a few seconds. Fumbling with the keys in his anxiety, he eventually managed to get the door open, pulling Dominique swiftly in before shutting the door behind them. Once again, he had Dominique up against the wall.........or door if one wants to get literal. Things continued to grow more intense as being the privacy of his own place, his hands pushing the jacket off her body, already reaching back up to start pushing up her sports bra like lingerie. Kou was just as anxious as she was. She could tell by the way they seemed so desperate to reach his apartment. He even fumbled anxiously with his keys and she had never seem the suave, pervy Kou fumble. It was endearing really. Quite cute, she thought with a small smile. It didn't last too long and before she knew it, she was pressed back against the door, her jacket sliding off her small body to pool upon the floor.Dominique moaned softly into his mouth and didn't stop his as he pushed up her sports bra lingerie, her breasts falling free from the material and she gasped as the cool air in the apartment made her nipples harden. She wondered vaguely if they would make love against the door, she wouldn't mind, it was one thing they hadn't done yet. They'd made love on the couch, in his bed, in the shower she had no doubt that before long, they'd ravish his poor apartment. Once her breasts were free, Kou still continued to kiss her, but he drifted away from her lips. Going down her chin, down her neck, stopping only when he kissed between her modest breasts before his lips gently latched onto a nipple, teasing it with his tongue as his he slide of his pretty much trademark vest, gloves going with it before sliding down her side, tugging her panties slowly down her legs. Dominique shuddered under his ministrations, her back arching slightly as he took her pebbled nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly, teeth nibbling upon her lower lip from the tingling pleasure the action caused. Already wet, and quite hot for him, she wiggled her hips to help take the spandex shorts off of her. Between their combined efforts they soon fell to her feet.She stepped out of them and then her shoes as well, tossing her gloves off into the pile that had started at her feet. She slid her hands through the strands of his beautiful hair as she panted softly from being already so wildly excited for him. Kou always seemed to have that effect on the little blonde since their first encounter when trying to escape from the Mikado group. Kou himself, wasn't even entirely sure just why sex between them always turned out to be so titilating and exciting. Almost as if they're bodies were made for each other, no pun intended. Of course, Sion, Kou and Volt all stood by her after revelation of her being an artificially created being. But, Kou ended up being the one to provide her the most comfort, as he actually understood her in a way. He dressed uniquely, had a playboyish attitude and many other traits that caused people to look at him like a womanizer, when he really wasn't. And Dominique was an android, fearing that her three dear friends would see her as nothing more than a machine. Due to his understanding of her feelings, Kou was able to help her get over it, and it was one of the big point that lead to their strong relationship.And the sex, it only got hotter over the weeks. Things sure weren't cooling down now as Kou rather reluctantly stepped back to remove the remaining bits of clothes he had on, once again moving back to devour her when his jeans, boxers and boots piled at his feet. It was no surprise that the fact that Dominique was revealed to be an A.I. made her very self conscious not only as a person, but as a friend, and even...a lover. She had been distraught for awhile, upset that she couldn't be the woman Kou wanted because she wasn't a real woman. Kou had made sure to share his feelings with her, that she was more than he could have ever hoped for. That no woman compared to her, whether real or not. He'd comforted her in the weeks she had doubted herself. She loved him for that, for making her realize she was perfect the way she was.She almost whined when he stepped away, but happily began to kiss him when he stepped back, gloriously nude as she was. The fire between them seemed to ever only stroke higher, never fading. It was amazing. Her fingers wrapped around his length and began to stroke him, not that he needed it, he was already hard and hot for her like he always was. "Dominique......" Kou moaned out between kisses and nips along her shoulder and neck when she began to stroke him. He indeed, was always ready to go for her. He was no sex addict or anything. But, every time they did do it, it was just more passionate and amazing each time. Still, the two did go at it like bunnies. They made love..........alot. Still, it wasn't the only thing they did. Simple being together, whether going for a simple walk, or snuggling together was just as enjoyable. "Kou.." She, too, moaned out his name as he nipped along her sensitive neck and shoulder. Slim, small fingers slid over and along him, pleasuring him the way he always pleasure her. He always did too, he gave her to best pleasure she ever knew. "I can't wait any longer," she moaned out, pulling his head up to kiss him again, deeply. "Please make love to me, Kou." Kissing him deeper this time, sliding her tongue into his mouth to caress his own. Kou had no time to verbally respond, due to kissing her right back each time. Still, he certainly agreed to her request as he picked up her light body, letting her legs wrap around his waist, his manhood right at her entrance, which he soon began to slowly slide into. One hand on her butt to both enjoy the lovely part of her body, and hold her up a bit, the other up against the door for a bit of leverage. Dominique gasped as he began to slide into her already very wet center, still so very tight around him as he slid deep into her. She moaned against his mouth, having to break the kiss as she sucked in a breath, her legs wrapping around his waist this way, her back leaning back against the wall to help balance them a little. Her head dropped back against the door, hands clutching at his shoulders. As they both took deep breaths, both of Kous hands went around her waist, holding her tight, but still against the wall as he pulled out, and thrust right back up into her, bouncing her butt lightly back against the wall. He always started slow with her. He knew she could handle rougher, but it seemed as if starting slow and gradually getting harder allowed one to savor the pleasure and sensations so much better than going for broke right away. Usually, Kou always started sensually so, driving her mad with the pleasure he knew it would cause in her. She bounced on him, her legs still hooked around his waist, soft moans coaxed from her desirable lips. Her hands still holding onto his shoulders for anchor, as if at any moment, she would be thrown from the cliff into the waves. Her neck was arched back as she made the soft noises he loved so much. As always, her moans were music to his ears. His head somewhat rested on her shoulder, occasionally kissing and nipping that lovely spot in between his own moans of pleasure from thrusting in rhythym with her. It never took long to find that perfect rhythym that absolutely maximized the pleasure they both ended up feeling. Sex was sure never dissapointing to them. His pace quickened a tad and she felt the familiar rhythm of it, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she clenched around him tightly, like she always did in the many, many, many times they'd made love since that first time. She trembled and moaned, leaning her head down to nip playfully at his ear and neck. "Kou..." moaning his name softly. Kou said nothing, but responded by deepening his thrusting into her, his little love nips and kisses increasing as well. By this point, he was knocking her up against the door hard enough to make it sound to any passerby in the hallway that someone was knocking on the door from the inside. Not hard enough to hurt her, of course, but enough to certainly draw some curiousity if anyone happened by.Edit Just got back from a little vidyagame shopping. Thankfully, they actually did have Devil Survivor and VP...........and not only got both, but a third game as well thanks to Gamestop lowering VPs price from 40, to 20 for NEW copies.........I was happy. Haven't played any of them thought, as I quite literally, just got back. She wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer, her core rippling around Kou's length as he thrusted into her, pounding her lightly into the door behind them. Mental note add door to the list. She cried out softly into his ear, holding on now as she slid her arms around his neck as if to hug him. Beginning to pant along with her pleasurable noises. Kou was still going strong. Even as his own beginning signs showed, he continued thrusting into her. In fact, it caused him to increase his pace, wanting her to have the most out of this encounter, like he did with all the sexual encounters they have. Perhaps it was cause they were a new couple, perhaps it was cause they were so in love, but whatever the reason..........these twos sex lives would make even porn starts jealous. Dominique cried out as he further increased the pace of his thrusting inside of her, her womanhood clenching and unclenching around his length like a vice, milking him even as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her thighs tightened on his hips and her hands clung to his shoulders as if her very life depended on this, the passionate combination of their bodies together as one. Kou could feel his cock start to twitch a few times, meaning he too was nearing his end. His arms never left her waist as he continued to thrust into her again and again and again. Ravaging her as if this was their last day on earth together. That's how Kou went about things. Going all out on her each and every time. Dominique moaned loudly as she did her best to move with him, her core pulsimg almost in perfect harmony with her heart beat. She clutched at him tightly, her noises becoming more and more frequuent until finally, she was thrown off the cliff in the raging waters. She shattered. White lights seemed to dance behind her eye lids and she cried out, probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear her, as she reached her peak and had a hard, all consuming, intense orgasm, her core flooding his length hotly. As it had so many times before, that was the last straw and Kou called out her name as he thrust himself fully inside of her one last time, his manhood spurting his warm seed into her body. They never saw the need to bother with protection. Afterall, she was an android and all. But, little did they know, their lives were going to be taking an interesting turn soon enough. Dominique fell against Kou with the way that he was holding her. Her arms stayed wrapped around his neck and she cuddled up to him, still connected with him this way. So intimately. She wasn't worried about becoming pregnant, at first she had been because she hadn't know she was an android. But, really, what andriod gets knocked up? The idea seemed so silly. "Mmm...you're going to have to carry me to bed, Kou," the little blonde said with a soft chuckle. "Heh, I'm not so sure I can make it either. I'm debating bending you over the side of the couch and just ravaging you again." Kou replied, half joking, half serious as he stepped back from the door on his own somewhat shaky legs. Taking a few steps back, he pretty much just plopped down on the couch, still holding her, so she ended up straddling him, facing him. Nothing new. They had experienced just about every normal position one could imagine. She squeaked as they plopped onto the couch where they'd made love quite a few times before. Leaning down with a small laugh, she nipped at his lower lip, hands spanning his chest. "You're insatiable," she said with a small laugh, before giving in and kissing him softly again. "I love you, Kou," she said softly, looking down into his eyes as she said the words once the kiss had ended. Her hands slid up to gently sift through the strands of his hair. "And I you, Dominique....." Kou replied smiling softly up at her as she ran her hands through his hair. Eventually though, a mischevious smile spread across his face."So tell me.........ready for round two?" he asked, running his hand up her thigh and around her back to give her firm little rear a swift smack. He wasn't sure why, but something about tonight just got him in the mood. At least, more in the mood than usual. Dominique squeaked as his smacked her bottom and then laughed softly. She leaned her head down and nipped at his collarbone. "You're going to be the death of you," she said with a soft laugh before she drew her tongue across his skin. "You're awfully frisky tonight, Kou." She teased as she kissed up his neck to his lips, kissing him gently first, before more deeply. Lifting her head a moment later to smile down to him. "And is that a bad thing? I'll have you know I'm quite proud of the amount of stamina I have." Kou jokingly replied, after having kissed her back. He really was especially frisky. He wasn't exactly sure why though, but tonight, he just couldn't keep his hands off her. you get all your items and stuff. Squee! I love that game so much, I actually haven't even thought of turning it in, which is rare for me xD "Haha, no, I suppose it's not a bad thing." She said as she nipped his lip playfully. She loved being this close to him and when he couldn't keep his hands from her, she really couldn't keep his hands from her. Each time, it seemed the passionate fire he created consumed her and made her a bit more forward than she normally would have allowed herself to be. Kou had gotten her to be rather open, but only with him. "Well then, how shall I take you? Bend you over on your hands and knees doggy style? Have you ride me in my lap? Or perhaps lay you on your side and have your legs spread wide?" Kou replied, knowing this descriptiveness was another thing that added to her anxiety. Of course, he could be even more descriptive, but this was just a little kind of way to add to it all. Dominique blushed red and hid her face against his chest. Kou's descriptions always got this reaction from her. There relationship was very sexual, but when he vocalized it like this, it both made her anxious and embarassed. "I don't know," she mumbled against the skin of his chest with a small laugh. "Aw, you're cute when you shy." Kou replied, laughing as he teased her."But you know me. If you're curious about trying something new, don't hesitate to suggest something. You know I won't say no." he added, just letting her hide his embarassment, just the reaction he was going for. He oh so loved to tease her in just about any way, shape and form. "Stop laughing at me," she said, now laughing herself as she raised her head to look down at him. She softly kissed his lips, nibbling playfully, before leaning back to look down at him. "And you know that I'd try anything, as long as it's with you. Wanna try anything specific?" she teased him back, her breasts pillowed against his chest as she leaned down against him. "Nuh uh uh, I asked you first." Kou replied, smiling mischeviously as his arms rested around her hips. Regardless of how long this back and forth lasted, it would end eventually. Whether by them deciding on something, or him getting tired of waiting and taking her on her hands knees like he mentioned earlier. Regardless.....she was in for even more pleasure tonight. Dominique chuckled softly and contemplated for a few moments. She considered seeing how long she could drag this out until it was too much for Kou. The thought was oddly arousing, to tease and torture him. She 'accidently' pressed her breasts against his chest more as she kissed him again. "Doesn't matter if you asked me first," she said a second later with a smile, "I'm asking you now." God, such an evil little woman Kou thought when he easily realized she was teasing him. Two could play that game."It matters greatly who asked first, and who asked second." he replied, smiling as he swiftly took her hands and moved forward, leaving her on her back, him overtop of her, and her hands helpless and pinned down on the couch. She squeaked as he moved her to lay on her back and helplessly pinned her thin wrists to the surface of the couch cushion. She blushed and wriggled, squirming around in his hold playfully. "It does not," Dominique protested, laughing softly. "I asked last, so you're supposed to answer, not me." She insisted, trying hard to surpress her giggling, a soft blush on her cheeks as she stared up at him with innocently and dramatically wide eyes. Hearing her response, Kou just smiled before letting go of her wrists..........only to suddenly flip her over on her stomach seconds later, laying his body on top of hers to keep her pinned now."But I have the advantage here. I could always make you answer. Afterall, who knows the ins and outs your oh so naughty weak spots like I do?" Kou seductively asked, saying it right next to her ear before starting to kissing around her shoulder and the back of her neck. I like the idea, either way. And I understand the hate turning to feelings of love and such, that's sort of how mine and Houdini's rp is going at the moment. And as for the CoP question, I go every path once. So I've done every option, but I feel bad that I killed her She squeaked as he flipped her over, using his body to pin her down. His words against her ear causing her to shudder under him because what he said was true. Kou was the only one who knew her inside and out. She moaned as he paid attentions to her shoulders and neck."And if I still don't answer?" she asked, half wriggling her tight little bottom against him she knew him as well as he knew her, though he was a great deal more assertive than she. "Then I'll just have to torment you until you relent." Kou replied in a casual tone as he lifted his head only to smirk at her, before going back to work on her shoulder and neck. When he felt her little wiggle, he gently ground his hips against her in response. Two could certainly play that game. Just gotta see who could get the other to say uncle first. . I kinda want to do it just to see what it's like. Could just be my OCD with viji games though, too. Lol. Dominique made a soft sound when he ground up against her in response. "Oh? How are you going to do that?" she inquired softly, biting her lip as he returned to kissing and nibbling her neck. She wiggled against him again, wanting to torment him as he was tormenting her, though her options were much more limited being pinned under him as she was. Not that she minded. She loved when Kou was dominant, maybe even a slight aggresive, in bed. "Oh, nothing too serious. Just tease you to the point where you beg for it. Where you crave it and feel as if you can't live without me ravaging you. Then I'll just have to decide if I'm in the mood to give you what you want." Kou replied, smiling slyly. Of course, if she caved, he'd give it to her gladly.......after teasing her further. But, this was just too fun. Competing to see who would cave first. Dominique felt especially playful tonight under Kou's teasing and so in answer to his words, she wiggled back against him again, not really being able to do much else with the way he had her pinned on his sofa. She wondered who would crack first for the need to be fulfilled, though she knew they both craved it almost intensely because they lit each other on fire. Kou groaned again when she wiggled. God, it felt so amazing to feel her tight little bod wiggle and rub up against his from below. He was tempted to say to hell with the contest, admit defeat.......then just ravage her like she had never been ravaged before. But, it hadn't come to that quite yet. Returning the gesture, he ground up against her. His hard manhood that she had come to enjoy many times before rubbing up against her soft backside while his kissing and nips grew more intense. I suppose you have a point there. You want someone to really care about you if you serve them, and Hrist is pretty good about that despite the attitude. And I was surprised about the lack of the spear, too. I had naturally assumed that each Valkyrie had a assigned weapon class. Hrist spear, Lenneth sword, and Silmeria bow. *shrugs* I also used the bait approach in the more frustrating battles, as well as maxing out my avatars' speed and move area. I also had 'godly' equipment for always doubling my SIN quota that helped. I loved combo's Dominique squeaked as he pressed his hard length against her soft backside and bit her lip. She didn't want to give in, but the other part of her was just begging for her to say uncle so he would ravage her so thoroughally like he'd done so many times before. He was a very passionate lover and she was, for him, so when they came together it was explosive and so very addictive. Her hands gripped at the cough beneath her and she trembled, rubbing back against him again. "You're so evil......" Kou moaned out when she rubbed back again. He too, was on the brink of caving as he ground back. It was now a race against time. It would all come down to just which one of them could hold out just one second longer than the other. They were pretty much tied in that department, so it was always anyones game. I won't give in, I won't give in, she chanted to herself as she bit her lip to stifle the soft moan building in her throat. The little blonde wanted to cave, but at the same didn't, liking that she could bring a powerful man, a powerful fighter, like Kou to his wits end. She clenched her hands against the couch cushion tighter, rubbing back as she desperately tried to hold onto her control. Kou did the same, using every last ounce of willpower he had to resist giving in to her. Of course, whether he caved or not, the result would be the same. He'd ravaged Dominique thoroughly right then and there, in the position they were in now. Still, both obviously enjoyed the competition, as Kou continued to grind back against her as well. They were both on their last stretch. It would only be moments before one or the other gave in and begged for what they both desired. Seconds ticked by like minutes as she tried her best not to give in to the demanding lull of her pulse, that sped at the thought of Kou making love to her again. The two were insatiable when it came to each other, though something about tonight seemed almost desperate in their need for each other. She bit her lip and made a soft noise, closing her eyes tightly as she was rubbing back against him. If he didn't save in the next few seconds, she knew she would. Kou groaned lightly as he continued countering her. He was literally right on the brink. He had to bite his lip to actually keep from saying the words. It was just too hard. That soft body rubbing against his while he grinded back against it........he couldn't resist."God, I can't take it anymore..........you win." he pretty much moaned out. His grinding didn't stop. Though, it was only due to how he anxiously started to position himself to take her, and show just how bad she had made him want it. Dominique let out a long, pent up breath. "Dear god, Kou, it's about time..." she moaned as she pressed back against him. The young blonde was just as much on the brink as Kou was, having barely held on by a some invisible thread."Please, god, Kou, please..." she moaned again, squirming back against him. Though he had given in, she too was begging for it and only just a second after him. It really wasn't a victory, so much as a tie, but she didn't really care. All she could think about was Kou and him passionately taking her, though they'd just had each other not too long ago. They couldn't seem to get enough. She couldn't get enough. Not of Kou, never of Kou. Her begging was soon answered as Kou found his prized, reaching up lightly take her hands as he started to slowly slide himself into her waiting pussy, groaning as he did so. Both from relief and from just how good it always felt. He could never tire of her either. Hell, wouldn't be too surprising if these two stayed this active well into their later years. Dominique made a soft noise and pressed back against him as he slid his rigid length inside of her wet and very overwhelming warm enterance. She moaned softly, both from relief and from the way him pressing into her made her feel. It would never be enough, she soon realized only Kou could sate her and yet, if she had him for the rest of their lives, it wouldn't be enough. She wanted him, his everything. Always. Still holding her hands out above their heads on the couch Kou lowered his head, whispering her name lovingly into her hear as he just lay there a moment, but soon enough, his hips slid back before thrusting right back in. Sure, they could be sensual and romantic...........but they could also be quite fiery and animalistic. Now, it was perhaps a mix of both. "Oh Kou..." she in turn whispered his name, lovingly and passionately as he pulled from her and slid back in. She moaned and lifted her head back, pressing her cheek to his even as he kept her hands pinned playfully against the couch. Her cuvry hips and rounded bottom pressed back each time he thrusted forward, giving him as much of herself as she could. Kou grunted and moaned as he continued to pull out, only to thrust right back in. As he increased his pace, the sounds of his lower abdomen slapping against that amazing rump of hers began to fill the apartment. It was like music to his ears......most of the time. Right now though, he was pretty much concentrating solely on letting out all that pent up frustration from moments earlier from their little game. And he had ALOT to release, so she was in for quite a night. Dominique made a small noise each time he thrusted inside of her, and as the tension rose, the pleasure meeting extrodinary heights, her noise became frequent and just a tad louder. Not anything that Kou hadn't heard before, but the same sounds that usually drove him crazy each time they got into it like they did now. Her back arching into his body as she pressed herself back him best she could, though the pleasure of him inside of her made it hard for her to concentrate on moving with him. Being with Kou just so amazingly good, it was perfect. Kou gradually picked up speed, finally releasing her hands, but only to place his hands on either side of her, giving him increased leverage, which he used to full effect as he thrust into her harder and faster. The couch began to creek lightly with just how hard it was starting to get. Of course, this wasn't the first time. They had never broken furniture or anything during any of their many encounters. She moaned and, even though he let go of her hands to grasp at her for leverage, she kept her hands where they were, clutching at the couch. Dominique began to pant softly among her pleasurable noises, her womanhood clutching at him hotly and wetly as he began to increase his tempo. She arched her back, lifting her head as her eyes closed, letting out those noises that Kou seemed so enthusiastic to pull from her. Without skipping a beat, Kou moved his hands up above her shoulders, which gave him even better leverage with which to thoroughly ravage her further. And indeed, he was glad to hear such pleasurable sounds come from her. Not so much for the boost in confidence. More for just had the kind of voice that sounded so amazing when she was crying out in pleasure. The couch was really beginning to shake now as he pounded into her again and again and again with the strength he could muster. "Oh god..." she moaned loud as he began to thrust into her with earnest, shaking the couch as he did so using her shoulders for leverage to pull her back against him hard. It sent unbelievable shockwaves through her body, with the way he was pushing against her inside. Before she knew what happened, she cried out, arching her back as her pussy clamped and flooded him with the juices of her release. "Kou!" The clamping of her pussy on him almost brought Kous climax on as well, but he wasn't quite ready for that. Even as it subsided, he continued pounding into his lover, increasing his pace even further as the beginning signs began to peek out. Dominique moaned loudly as he continued to push into her through her orgasm he'd done it before, giving the young blonde a number of orgasms before reaching his own. She was hot and wet around him, moaning as she clutched at the couch, trying not to lose her mind to the feeling of the intense pleasure he was giving her. Kou was almost in a trance. He was concentrating on the pleasure..........such amazing pleasure. This was easily one of their more furious encounters. When these two go going, they could go at it.........HARD. On a few occasions, Kou had to fix the boards supporting the mattress on his bed because even slend little Dominique could ride him like a furious little sex kitten........because that's pretty much what she was. She was sweet and innocent most of the time, but when these two had their alone time, they were absolute animals. Hehe, thanks. I end up getting most my games from swap meets, so even if it's not that good, I don't lose much money, though so far I haven't gotten games I didn't like. Mainly because I hunt down RPG's. I love RPG's. And survival horror The couch was creaking and thudding which each thrust into her as they went at it furiously, like sex starved animals. Like, they couldn't get enough of each other, despite how much they did it or how hard they did it. The little blonde had broken the boards to his bed a few times before, despite her small frame. Kou just drove her crazy that way, loud moans coming out in her panting breaths. "Dominique...........Dominique........" Kou started to moan out, pounding her just as hard and fast as his body would allow as the all too familiar twitching of his cock signaled his own climax was quickly approaching. As always, he was gonna make the best of it, not wanting to waste a second. Kou moaning out her name like that was such a turn on for Dominique, because she knew he was feeling the same intense pleasure she was. She whimpered and arched back into him as he pounded into her, her second orgasms beginning to tingle with awareness in her body. "Oh Kou.." She moaned again. Kou began grunting and groaning as his cock began twitching furiously. He tried to hold it back as long as he could, but it was only for a few moments. Thrusting one last time into her, her buried himself inside of her, crying out in pleasure as he came.......and quite hard at that. Dominique moaned loudly, almost crying out as Kou came inside of her, filling her with his seed like he had so many times before. It was that intense feeling that sent her over the edge again, into the crashing waves of her second orgasm. "Kou!" she cried out his name as she rode it out, before whimpering and falling flat against the couch cushions, trying to catch her breath. Soon after, Kou fell flat against her, resting on her back a moment before sliding off to the side to lay next her on the little space between them and the back of the couch. He said nothing, just laying there with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. , movies, books, and manga, so I invested in bookshelves to help my room be not so messy. Which...sorta works, lol. then I just grab whatever game I feel like, stick it in my bag and go. Though, I usually just take a book or manga. She made a soft sound and rolled to face him, pillowing her cheek against his chest to listen to his rapid heart beat. As much as they loved their sensual times together, she loved times like this with him where she could just rest with him. A soft smile curled across her lips as she cuddled her soft, damp skin against his body. "One of these days........I'm gonna give you three........" Kou said with a light laugh, eyes still closed, referencing how he gave her two orgasms in one encounter. It wasn't the first time they had done it, but he had never quite lasted long enough for three. Still, he always tried damn hard to reach that level. Dominique chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to his chest. "Sounds good to me..." she said breathlessly, her body still tingling from the pleasure the two he gave her. It was so intense, she vaguely wondered if she could handle three. She yawned softly and cuddled close to his body before murmuring something about they were supposed to eat, or something. "Mmmm, I'm not sure I'm hungry for food at the moment, but I could eat....." Kou suggestively said, grinning down at her as he opened his eyes and looked at her. He was tired now, but after a rest, he'd be more than happy to use his other intimate skills. He wasn't just good downstairs, he was great upstairs as well. Dominique blinked and looked up at him for a moment before she let herself laugh softly. "I was talking about food, perv," she joked, nipping at his neck gently. She rubbed her hand down his side, stroking his hip before she sat up a little. "What should we do now then?" she asked curiously as she peered down at him. "Oh, you know you wouldn't resist if I did that." Kou replied, smiling up at her."Hmmm, well since you're hungry, we could finally call for delivery. I could eat later." he added, gently tracing circles around her belly button."Mmmmm, remember that time we ordered chinese and I ate it right off this sexy stomach of yours?" he then asked with a playful gring. Dominique blushed softly at that and nodded her head. "I do remember that," she said with a small laugh."Are you suggesting that's what we do next?" she inquired with a smile across her lips. The time until delivery could give her a chance to take a shower if she wished, though Kou really never left her to just shower...they usually got distracted by other things. "Perhaps...." Kou replied, smiling before leaning over to kiss her flat stomach."You do look especially tastey tonight." he added, kissing her stomach again, then giving it a little love bite after to playfully get his point across. Of course, she didn't really have a taste. But still, feeling that silky, smoothe skin of hers was always an enjoyable moment. She squeaked as he playfully nipped her flat stomach. She was glad that the nausea she'd been feeling earlier today had subsided before she met up with Kou. She didn't want her time with him to be ruined because she felt sick. Which that in itself was weird? Were androids supposed to feel sick?Pushing that train of thought away, she squirmed out from under him and padded naked over to the phone. She glanced back at him over her shoulder. "What do you want me to order you?" "Well, you know me, I can eat pretty much anything. So just order two of whatever you wanna get." Kou replied, sitting up on the couch. He watched her head over to the phone. Not surprisingly, his eyes eventually drifted down to that firm little rump of hers as she was on the phone. Of course, there was a whole lot more to their relationship than sex, but boy.........could they ever get each others blood pumping. Dominique caught his stare, somehow knowing he was looking at her tight, athletic, little bottom. She smiled into the phone and ordered her normal food, a double for Kou, and a little extra, feeling rather famished now that the nausea had worn off. After a few moments, she hung up the phone and padded back towads the couch. "Done and done," she said with a chuckle, smiling down at him. "Said it'd be 30 to 40 minutes." "Hmmmm, and what shall we do to kill time till then?" Kou asked, smiling up at her. Of course, his comments were always rather suggestive. But in all honesty, if she didn't wish to do anything intimate, he'd be fine with that as well. But, he could rarely keep his hands off her too long. So, quite often, normal acts that weren't intimate.........would quickly turn to sex. She mulled over his words for a minute or two, her mind on a similiar train of thought as his own. They seemed to have a problem, keep their hands off each other, so activities that weren't sexual by nature usually ended up that way. With a giggle, she turned and walked still very naked to the ajar bathroom door."I'm going to take a shower," she said to him with a smile over her shoulder. She slipped into the bathroom and started the water of the shower to a nice luke warm hot tempature, before slipping in and pulling the curtain to be almost shut, leaving a few inches.It was likely Kou would sneak in, he often did, so that's why she didn't shut it all the way as she stepped under the spray of water. And of course, she was right on the money. After waiting a few moments, Kou got up and started to stalk towards the bathroom, sliding in without a noise and just watching Dominiques blurred nude from through the curtain. Sneaking over, he peeked through the opening and just watch the water fall all over her body for a moment. Dominique didn't seem to notice him at first, though she had known he was bound to come in eventually. Her fingers slid through the silky strands of her hair, before over her shoulders and down her body. She grabbed the sponge ball and soaped up lightly, lingering on her thighs, bottom, breasts, and the like, before letting the water rinse her off. Acting as if he was some thief sneaking up on her, he quietly slid into the shower and got right up behind her before his arms shot around her waist and he pulled her flush back against him."Guess who." he whispered in a playful tone before nipping at her ear, letting the water wash over him as well. Dominique squeaked as he grabbed her, but then let out a giggle as he pulled her back against his body. "Hello, Kou," she said as he nibbled her ear causing the young woman to shiver despite the warm water now cascading over them both. "Couldn't resist, could you?" she teased, leaning her head back on his shoulder to look up at him. "Well, you didn't try very hard to keep me out. So, either you were wanting me to come in, or you expected some dark stranger to come in here and take you from behind like a naughty little girl." Kou replied, laughing lightly. "Mmm, you might have a point there," she said with a giggle, reaching her hands back to caress his hips. "Though I'm only naughty with you," she whispered it against his ear, nipping at the lobe gently. It was the truth Kou was the only one who could bring out the more naughty side of her. It was easy for him to do so, too. "Mmmmm, good to know." Kou replied back, half whispering, half moaning as his own hands gripped her slender hips, once again rubbing back up against her tight little rump from behind. It was unlikely another of their contests would start again so soon, but they were no doubt gonna go at it as wildly as they usually did. She bit her lip as he rubbed against her bottom, making a small noise against his ear. After a moment, she turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pushing up wetly against his chest. "You know you enjoy iy," she said with a small giggle, her eyes glinting playfully up at him. "Enjoy what?" Kou jokingly asked, always loving teasing her physically or verbally. She really was quite attractive and was down right adorable. To Kou, she was the absolutely perfect woman. The most amazing person he had ever known. Everything about her was absolutely perfect in his eyes. "The naughty side of me you seem to rile so easily," she teased back as she nipped his lower lip. Of all the people for her to end up with, she never would have expected it to be Kou. She wouldn't trade him for anyone in the world, though, more than happy with Kou. They seemed to accent each other perfectly, despite being almost complete opposites. "Oh, and just how riled is this naughty side of yours?" Kou asked, smiling as his hands slid down to cup her little bum lightly. He didn't squeeze or anything. Just........rested his hands there. He quite obviously liked her little booty. While not exactly as curvy and filled out as other women, her body was still perfect to him. He particularly enjoyed her occasional night time attire of her wearing one of his oversized button up shirts with only the top couple of buttons done, and only panties underneath. Even her somewhat modest preference of undergarments only made her hotter. He never missed a chance to compliment how great her butt looked in her plain whites...........or any time for that matter. "Right now? Not too riled, just yet," she murmured as his hand slid down to merely cup her bottom. Though Dominique was small, she was fit and well endowed for someone her size, though most guys found her lacking. Kou didn't seem to and that made her happy as their relationship had progressed. She slid her fingers through his wet, long hair and kissed the corner of his lips. None "Tell me...........you wish you had my hair, don't you?" Kou jokingly asked, laughing lightly as he teased her. Though, she really did seem quite found of his hair. She was rather fond of every part of his body, but she did seem to enjoy his hair a good bit, for whatever reason. Not like he minded. At least she didn't ask to braid it or do something girly..............at least, not yet. Hehe. Dominique blinked and then giggled softly, shaking her head. "Nah, I like it better on you," she said as she slid her hand from his hair to his chest, admiring as she went, his tattoo's as exotic now as the first day she had been able to touch and see them for the first time. "Plus, I don't think it would be the same if I wasn't the little blonde," she teased. "Yea, you do pull the role off so well." Kou replied, laughing lightly as her hands drifted over his chest. He could she was once again admiring his full body tattoo. She had certainly enjoyed seeing it during it's debut weeks earlier, and her enjoyment of it hadn't dimmed at all since then. "You really are perfect," she mused as she pressed soft kisses to the base of his neck and across his collar bone. What she said was true, at least to her he was perfect. She couldn't imagine being with anyone the way she was with Kou, and she didn't want to be. Her hands rested on his hips as she pressed kisses to his tattoo'd flesh. "Heh, you aren't half bad yourself." Kou replied, his own way of saying she was too as he stood there and let her trail those soft kisses around his neck. He absolutely loved how she could be bother sensual and gentle, and an absolute animal in the sack. Both were amazing, and she knew just when to take on one role or the other. Dominique blinked and giggled at his words, knowing that that was his way to return the compliment to her, in his own brash way. Her lips moved down from his neck to his collarbone, nipping the bone there gently with her teeth as her hands gently caressed his hips. Her tongue followed her little love bite, gently laving his skin before so lightly pressed a kiss just over his heart. Sure, Kou drove her crazy in bed and she could get as animally wild as he, but at times she liked to be gentle and loving as well. And Kou sure didn't mind. His satisfaction was made obvious with little groans here and there as she worked over his body, his hands resting gently on her slender hips. A nice, gentle encounter under the warm water of the shower.......nothing bad about that at all. Nuuuu. She smiled, enjoying the noises he made in response to her gentle attentions. She ran her hands back up from his hips to caress his chest, even as she leaned her head down to press kisses to his chest.then lower across his abdomen, nipping as she went, enjoying the little things she did to him. Even when she was loving and gentle, she could still drive Kou crazy. And drive him crazy she did. His moans and groans only got louder as she worked her way lower and lower. He could predict an obvious conclusion to this, which was just one of the many things they had done. The relationship was still quite new, but they had already done many, MANY intimate things with one another. Dominique giggled softly as she pressed a kiss to the skin of his belly button, before dipping her tongue into indent, teasing just gently. She then moved further down, knowing what he was expecting now that she had started this. And since the first time she had done this, she had done it many, MANY times and had gotten considerably better at it.Her small hand took his hardening length into her palm and she stroked just lightly. Her lips touched the tip of his cock, pressing a kiss to his head, before she parted them to slide it into her warm and wet mouth. Her tongue danced across the underside as she began to pleasure him this way, the warm water still pouring gently over them. Kou leaned his head back lightly, moaning with everything she did. Of course, reaching the pinnacle when she took his manhood into her mouth. She had come a long way since the first time, when she was so shy and nervous about giving him oral pleasure. Now, she was exceptionally skilled at it and could give him amazing pleasure. She also came to find out he could do the same to her, as she wasn't the only one skilled with her tongue. She knew she wasn't the only one skilled with her tongue, but right now, she was aiming at working her's to give him the upmost pleasure. As she took him deeper into her mouth, she sucked in her cheeks around him, the silky insides caressing him now everytime that she moved her mouth either up or down on his cock. Her one hand stayed at the base, idly caressing with fingertips. Again, Kou groaned, even louder this time thanks to added bits she did to increase his pleasure. She sure knew just what she was doing. He'd certainly have to return the favor when he got the chance, because she was doing oh so damn good right now. Dominique had to surpress the urge to giggle because of the way she was driving him crazy. Nothing was more exciting than having a tough fighter like Kou lose his cool, having the control tipped into her favor. It was exhilirating, to say the least.It had been almost twenty minutes, she assumed, since she'd got into the shower. Their food was bound to arrive soon, and she knew that Kou loved when she finished him this way as well, so she decided to push him to his peak with her mouth and her fingers. Working him with her tongue when she wasn't sucking strongly, and vice versa. A soft moan given to vibrate along his length as she pleasured him. She knew just how to get him going, so it was really no surprise when the very familiar first signs of an approaching climax began to show in Kous actions and behavior. This should be fun. She finishes him off, then he repays the favor, all the while, their food is only minutes away, which leave Dominique hot, sweaty and likely disheveled when the delivery boy knocked on the door. She loved driving him crazy and she could tell by his sounds of pleasure that she was doing just that. She worked her tongue around as best she could and sucked his tip, wringing him, working him, before pulling him into her mouth fully again. She loved the sounds he made, like he was going to explode, which she knew he would soon. She had memorized the signs because she loved doing this to him. Kou couldn't hold on much longer, his moans only getting louder as she pleasure him so well. Soon enough, he really couldn't hold on and moaned loudly as he came deep into her mouth. Letting to oh so good feeling of relief flood through his body. Dominique knew when it happened and she allowed him to come into her mouth, before she pulled her mouth from him and swallowed what she could. It didn't really bother her, his taste, she actually found it strangely erotic. She smiled up to him as she licked her lips. "Good?" she taunted. "Very......" Kou replied, rather breathless as he stood there, smiling down at her. Soon enough, he was going to be asking her the very same question, for the very same reason. She giggled and stood back up, wrapping her arms around his neck to press a kiss to his lips. She lingered there a moment, before pulling back with another smile. "Come on, the waters cold, lets go back out to the livingroom," she said as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her as she shut the water off. She wasn't going to bother putting any clothes on, because Kou never let her go...unrewarded...when she did that for him. Kou followed after her, saying nothing as he wrapped a towel around his waist and stayed close behind. Even in a towel, it didn't take long for his eyes to drift down to her rump and watch her as she walked."A towel, an oversized jacket, a jogging outfit............Is there anything you or your butt doesn't look good in?" Kou joked. Dominique blinked and then laughed softly, tossing a smile at him over her shoulder. "You sure do know how to flatter a girl," she joked back as she sat herself back down onto the sofa they'd probably made love on more than a dozen times by now."I sure hope you aren't complaining. I could just put on really baggy sweats or something," she teased with a small laugh. "Of course I'm not. I'd think that would be obvious considering just how many hours my hands have spent resting there." Kou replied, sitting next to her and casually giving her towel a playful tug or two. Not to remove him so much. More just playful teasing. At least, for the moment. She laughed. "You do have a point," were her admitting words. And he did. He seemed to love her little rump, no matter what she wore. He was playfully tugging on her towel she noticed, casting a glance over at him."Take that off I'm going to be naked again," she pointed out. It was a mute point, but she couldn't help teasing him. And being playful with him. "Well, doesn't really matter though. I've got easy access between your legs one way or another." Kou replied with a smile before leaning down, planting a few kisses on her mostly bare thigh, hand tugging at the flap of the towel again, both to tease and eventually get it open. Obviously, it was "payback" time. She squeaked and laughed softly, but went ahead and let him pull the towel open anyway, revealing her lithe, little, athletic body to his view. She shivered as he kissed her thigh, knowing what was about to come her way. Kou wasn't one to let her go after she had driven him crazy in the shower. For only a moment, Kous kissing seemed to drift down her leg, be he soon began working his way up towards his prize. While doing so, he took the initiative to repositions them both, to make it more comfortable for the two of them as he did what he did, laying her across the couch while his lips worked their way closer and closer.... Dominique shivered as he kissed down her leg, taking the oppurtunity to lay her across the couch. This way, she was more comfortable, almost more open to his gaze and ministrations. She blushed, just a tad, before she forgot her embarassment as he began moving closer again, working his way back up her slim, yet athletically muscled leg. As he got oh so closer, he spread her legs bit by bit, kissing his way down the inside of one thigh, while his hand stroked the other, both getting dangerously near to her pussy. Of course, he was taking his sweet time, letting her pleasure an anticipation build, as it always added to the inevitable and made it that much better. for halloween last I dressed up. That kinda made me feel naughty xD She trembled a bit each time he kissed him way up her thigh, pressing the white colums apart a bit on his path way to her pussy that was already wet from the mix of them having sex twice and getting him off in the shower. Just the thought made her shiver deliciously again. It wasn't long till Kou found his bullseye, tongue softly sliding out of his mouth and into her. He didnt' just stick it in. He was being slow and suave. Wasn't his style to just go all out at the start. He liked to start slow and gradually work her into a frenzy. "Mmmm," Dominique voiced her appreciation, giving him a gentle moan as he began to play at her with his tongue. Slow and sensual at first, as he was known to do. It was torture, building her up, coiling her tighter, but she loved it nonetheless. As always, it started slow, he gradually got more daring, his tongue sliding in more and more, touching all the areas he knew would drive her wild. Just as she knew what he liked, he knew just what buttons to push and just where those buttons were. And boy did he ever. He was working her in all the right ways, the ways he knew would drive her crazy. She should have known what she was getting herself into in the shower, but she wasn't going to complain, not when he was hitting her in all the right spots. Her lips parted and she gasped, arching up as she moaned, trembling under his attack. And Kous hands soon added another front to the attack. As he continued skillfully pleasuring her, his hands slid up her arching waist, stopping when they cupped her bosom. Even without seeing what he was doing, he could more than work those over. Dominique moaned as he took her hold of her small, yet ample sized breasts. Her nipples pebbled against the skin of his palms, her pussy wet and so very warm against his mouth and tongue, where he worked her so diligently. She moaned softly, then a tad louder, her hands now gripping at the cough material beside her hips. As second ticked by, both his tongue and hands grew more ferocious, working her with all the skill he had. Saying he was going to town on her was an understatement by this point. Perhaps orally ravaging her was a better description. And all the while, the little blonde was writhing around in pleasure. Moaning loud her appreciation, especially when she began to feel the first stirring of her orgasm, building up inside of her to explode. She was panting, so very close to falling off the edge into release. Of course, since he was just using his mouth and hands, there was basically zero chance for Kou to climax himself. So, he could go at Dominique for quite a while. Still, they had ordered food, so it couldn't last forever. Though..........he did fully intend to hold true on his promise to eat off her sexy, flat stomach. Her orgasm hit her hard a moment later, a loud cry escaping her lips as her juices hit his tongue and mouth. She arched and shuddered, it washing across her. As if on cue, there was a rap of knuckles against the door as she moaned, coming down from her orgasm that Kou had so diligently and perfectly administered to her. None None That night ended up being one of their wildest yet. They ate their food.........then went right back at it. In the kitchen, up against the window, bent over the back of the couch, they did it all over the place, eventually ending up in his bed where once more, they tested the strength of the bed as she showed him just how amazing she was ontop, with each falling asleep in each others arms. Kou ended up sleeping in, as he had the day off. Though, Dominique still had work.......even though she wasn't technically an unofficial employee. She would soon find out today would not be just any oridinary day. She would get a hint of this when she arrived and saw the absolutely gorgeous tan woman sitting at the bar. She had a kind of seductive, exotic beauty to her which was accentuated on her rather wild and highly skimpy choice of clothing, showing off her amazing curves. Ones that put Dominique and even most other women to shame. She looked almost like a model.Perfect, smoothe tan skin, long legs, a flat, trim stomach, a firm, mouth watering ass and very lucious, large pair of breasts. And her face...........it was amazing. Sultry lips and eyes that were both intense and inviting. Capable of looks that had melted many a man and woman into putty in her hands. This was Echidna. Little did she know, her old.........friends worked here as bouncers. But, this was all just a twist of fate. It was mere coincidence she was here. Dominique felt a little sick again when she crawled out of bed in the morning, stretching her arms above her head. She actually had to pad out through the livingroom to the bathroom where she promptly emptied her stomach in an unappealing manner. She wiped her lips, showered, and dressed in her normal blue and white top and shorts.Padding out into the kitchen, she grabbed some left over chow mein from the fridge and her pair of chopsticks. Sliding on her yellow coat, she zipped it up, grabbed the food again and made her way out of the apartment, leaving a simple note for Kou telling him she loved him and was going to work at the bar.She jogged there, eating the left overs as she went. When she came in, she dumped the empty container into the trash and pocketing the chopsticks. Her eyes widened a little at thefantasticlooking woman sitting inside. She padded to her and offered the model, or who she assumed to be a model, a friendly smile."Can I help you?" "Hmmmmm?" Echidna replied, turning to face Dominique, surprised at the sight she was met with. This blonde girl, at least in her eyes, looked the very definition of cute and sweet. The jacket that was much too large for her was quite adorable."Oh, I'm just passing through. Anything you can suggest here?" she asked, returning the smile with one of her own that was both friendly, and also somewhat seductive and sultry. That was basically how she was. Any action she did, whether intentional or not, was also laced with her seductiveness. But, with just how cute this blonde was..........it was intentional. The woman was beyond beautiful. She was like tempation and sin in a human body. Dominique had to swallow and she moved behind the bar, trying the hide the soft blush forming on her normally pale cheeks."Anything in particular that you like?" Dominique questioned as she went about setting up things like she did when she normally came into work in the mornings. "Well, I'm not sure. How bout you just surprise me cutie." Echidna replied, letting out a seductive chuckle afterwards. She was quite the forward person. But, she could tell this was a girl that would not react well to Echida flat out propositioning her or anything. She had to get the oven warmed up a little first. Dominique wasn't used to anyone other than Kou calling her cute, much less making her blush like a school girl. She was thankful that she wasn't facing the woman at the moment, taking a moment to idle over an unseen task as she waited for the blush to disappear. When she felt like it was safe, she turned and moved to the bottle of alcohal on the wall. She stared at them for a moment, before deciding to give the woman a quervo black tecquila on the rocks.She brought it to her and smiled as the set it on the counter in front of the woman. "Tecquila, hope I made a good choice," she said with a giggle. Moving out from behind the bar, she went about making sure everything was in order, upstairs and downstairs, ending up sitting near the bar once she was done. "Tastes amazing babe." Echidna replied with a wink after taking a few sips of her drink."Care if I ask your name, so I have a name to put to those sexy legs." she added with a seductive look before taking another sip. She could tell it was working. She didn't need to see the girls face to know what she was doing with her back turned. Dominique couldn't hide the blush this time, that kind of compliment so unexpected. Was the woman flirting with her? She tried to mentally compare her words to Kou's when he flirted with her. "Um, oh, my name is Dominique," she replied, unable to keep her eyes off the woman sitting at the bar. She had never stared at a woman so intently, like she couldn't get enough of looking at her. "And you?" "Echidna..........Heh, I know, it's a weird name. But, I do quite like yours. Dominique.......has a nice ring to it. Gives both a strong, yet gentle vibe. And I imagine a pretty thing like you has broken alot of hearts with that gentle strength." Echidna replied, smiling a bit as she sipped again. Her words made her think of Sion and she knew the woman proved a small point. No one knew about her and Koubecauseshe had been afraid ofexactlythat. Sion had feelings for her, she was sure. To know she was with Kouwouldbreak his heart. "Maybe one or two," she admitted almost nonchalantly, that soft blush still on her cheeks. Echida was too smoothe and observant to miss anything. She could tell there was more behind it than the girl let on. Likely meaning there was a special someone. Wasn't going to deter her any though."Hehe, too bad for them then. To not be able to experience your beauty anytime they wish." Echidna replied, casually reaching out to toy with one of Dominiques hanging down curls, playfully twirling it around her finger. Dominique almost squeaked when the woman reached out to toy with one of her blonde curls, almost absently. "I i'm not that great," she mumbled in denial, her cheeks red. This woman was making her react like she did to Kou and that frightened her just a little. Dominique had never been attracted to anyone other than Kou, especially a woman. "Oh don't say that. You're beautiful, I can tell you're nice too. Obviously, I don't know you very well, but I can tell enough that you'd make an amazing catch for anyone." Echidna replied, smiling warmly at her. She made sure to not mention "for any guy" for rather obvious reasons. She could tell this was a first for Dominique.........She had to be careful and take things slow. She listened to her words and wondered if Kou would agree with them. After all, it was Kou she had ended up with. And yet...something about this woman was alluring and she was feeling almost like she had with Kou, that first time, many many weeks ago. "A ah, I suppose so," she said, letting the beautiful Echidna win that arguement for now. "Now come on, give me one of those pretty smiles of yours. It's really your best feature. Even better than those slender legs." Echidna replied, withdrawing her hand from her hair to gently stroke her cheek with the back of her hand. She couldn't help the bright blush that came forth. But the compliments flustered her enough to make her giggle and smile. "You really know how to flatter a girl," she said, the same words she had said to Kou the night before. "Heh, I could say the same for you. That smile could melt glaciers." Echidna replied, laughing a bit as well."But, I just give compliments where compliments are due. You really do have an amazing smile and great set of legs." she added, being nonchalant about it all. Not like it was her first time picking up a innocent babe in a bar before. Though, this would eventually prove to be a.........different experience. Dominique couldn't help another giggle as it came from her lips. She blushed, beginning to feel very nervous now...nervous like she had been when Kou had first kissed her. What was wrong with her? She didn't know why the pull seemed so strong, but it was."Well, thank you then," she said with a another soft smile. "Mmmm, don't mention it." Echidna replied in a heavy seductive tone as she stroked her cheek again, this time trailing her finger tips along Dominiques jawline as she withdrew her hand again. She was getting closer and closer. Soon, all she'd need to do was plant a kiss on her, and she'd have the girl spreading her legs and begging for more in no time. She shivered when Echidna drew her fingertips across the skin of her cheek before completely withdrawing her hand. Uh, that couldn't be good. Dominique swallowed nervously snd debated going upstairs to find some work to do. Anything to get away from what this woman was stirring in her. And yet, she didn't move. At all. "Mmmmm, so sweet....." said Echidna softly, stroking her cheek once again as she slowly began to lean towards Dominique. It was finally time to take that last step to insure she'd get what she wanted. Almost there and she'd get to see what Dominique had to offer. Dominique's eyes widened as Echidna seemed to leans towards her...almost as if for a kiss. She swallowed, and yet, she couldn't pull away. In fact, she seemed to be leaning forward as well, a nervous sigh fluttering past her lips.Just as their lips would have met, the thunk of a shoe could be heard as Sion came in through the front of the bar. He stretched, the chain link Dominique gave him jangling a bit as he did so. His stretch was short lived as he saw Echidna at the bar...looking as if she was about to kiss the object of his affection."Echidna!" Sion snapped out her name, stalking across the room to pull Dominique out of the chair and back against his chest. She squeaked and looked up at him, her face bright red. However, before she could say anything, he was glowering at Echidna and speaking to her."What the hell are you doing here?!" "What does it look like? I'm simply enjoying a drink is all." Echidna replied, raising her glass, shooting a quick glance at Dominique before smirking at Sion. She was more than surprised to see him, but him simply appearing out of nowhere would not break that cool exterior of hers. Only one man could do that... Sion eyed her warily, his glare quite apparent. "Sure didn't look like a drink to me," he muttered as he let go of Dominique. "You ok?" She nodded and glanced at Echidna, before back at him. "Fine, just don't feel so good," she said, making an excuse to head off to the upstairs part of the bar.Sion turned back to Echidna. "Leave her alone, Echidna...she already went through enough because of you and her damn brother." "She seemed to be enjoying my company well enough. Though, I could tell she was thinking of someone else. Someone NOT you." Echidna replied, shrugging her shoulders casually as he kept a watchful eye on the boy, just incase she pushed that one button that piss him off enough to attack her. She had read Dominique like an open book. She knew the girl was with someone. Though, with Kou not being around, she couldn't tell it was him........She could tell it wasn't Sion though, so it narrowed the options. Sion eyed her warily again. What did she mean? Dominique wasn't with anyone, he would know if she was. She couldn't be. "You read wrong then," he said, tentively taking the seat beside Echidna that Dominique had been seated in when he had come into the bar. "She lives with me. I would know if she was with someone, that, and she doesn't get out much. She's just with Kou, Volt, and I. And Iknowshe can't be with either of them. Kou is a playboy and Volt is just well...Volt." "So? They both have their points that would make them quite appealing to women. Kou, while a playboy, is easy on the eyes. Likely not good for a long term relationship, but perfect for a fling." Echidna replied."Volt..........Well, Volts the quite gentle giant. He's the kind of guy that when he holds a girl in his arms, she knows nothing will happen to her. The kind of guy you just feel safe and protected with." she added, trying to hide her emotions as she spoke about him."And as for you knowing everything about her because you live with her.........That's meaningless unless you're with her 24 7. Isn't exactly all that hard to cook up a little story and then go off to spend the night at a lovers place." she added, unintentionally nailing it right on the head with Dominique."Besides, she's a woman. You men aren't the only ones with urges. As much as you obviously want her to be some pure, sweet and innocent angel, it's no more than a dream little boy." she added, smirking over at him. Sion frowned. Dominiquehadbeen out all night. She actually had been doing that since a few weeks ago. Adamently, he shook her head. Refusing to believe that Dominique could be with either of the two.EspeciallyKou. He wasn't about to let anyone hurt her. "I don't think it's very likely," he said again.As if on cue, Dominique came down the stairs. She came over to Sion and tugged on his sleeve, her face still a little flushed. "Sion, do you think you can cover for me? I don't feel so well. I think I need to go home and rest," she murmured. He studied her a moment and then nodded. "Of course, go get some rest. Do you want me to walk you home?" she shook her head."I'll be okay," she said. She was a android. She doubted there was much that could actually harm her. Turning, she left the bar and, instead of heading back to Sion's place, she headed back to Kou's, just feeling so sick alluvasudden. She didn't want to be alone.Sion watched until she left, then looked back to Echidna. "Whatareyou doing here anyway?" "I told you kid. Just getting a drink is all." Echidna replied. It actually was truth. It was dumb luck this whole mess happened. She listened intently before Dominique left."Heh, I know that shade of green." she added, laughing lightly as she finished the drink Dominique made her and ordered another. She had no clue Dominique was an android. But, she knew the signs anywhere..........the girl had morning sickness. So, the cute little blonde she had been flirting with had a little bun in the oven. Quite an interesting twist. Knowing it wasn't Sions, she was now more interested than ever to figure out whether Volt or Kou was the father. There was the possibility of it being someone not working in the bar, but her instincts said otherwise.If it was Kou........not like she cared. He was annoying. But if it was Volt........The thought made her absent mindedly rest a hand on her own stomach. She had thought she'd be the one to...... So, she had been here purely by coincidence, and her running into Dominique was just luck. He frowned, but decided to go with it. "That shade of green?" he questioned. "She's got the flu. It's been going around," he stated as he hopped off the stool and moved back behind the bar to double check the set up. If Dominique hadn't been feeling well, it would bode well to make sure she hadn't overlooked anything.Dominique wearily walked into the apartment building, taking the elevator up to Kou's floor. She felt a little dizzy. Resting against the elevator wall until it dinged and allowed her out. She walked down the hall and slipped quietly back into Kou's apartment, not sure if he was up yet or not. "If you say so kid." Echidna replied, shrugging. She knew what it really was. But, for whatever reason, actually decided against revealing it. She wasn't exactly looking to make friends with these people. But, this was something that really did not need to blurted out like that. She had enough decency to let the blonde do it on her own time. Sion eyed her for a moment. It seemed almost as if she knew something that he did not. It bugged him. Especially if it was about Dominique. His guy clenched and he was unsure how to proceed for a moment, before shrugging it off. His instincts told him that his little blonde was fine. That she had a flu of some sort that would go away in time. "Well, youarea customer. Anything else I can get'cha?" he asked. "No, not at the moment. But I appreciate the offer." Echidna replied, smiling lightly with a wink. She had no intention of trying to get him in the sack......she knew it wouldn't work. Considering his obvious love of the blonde girl, it'd take some work to wear him down. To get him, she'd have to appeal to something he couldn't resist.........his baser instincts. She'd have to use more physical means to get him hot and bothered and wear him down to the point where he just tears her clothes off and takes her like an animal. "Hmmmm, what's wrong?" asked Kou when Dominique suddenly stepped through the door, looking rather pale. Sion caught the wink and only shook his head with a half grin. The woman never changed. He had to admit that with them not being enemies at this point, she wasn't so bad to be around. He also had to admit, she still had one hell of a body on her. That had never changed, even when they had tried to kick each other asses all those weeks ago. "Heh, if you say so," he said. Dominique shut the door behind her and looked up as she heard Kou's voice. "Had to come home," she mumbled. The dizziness had only gotten worse since she'd stumbled off the elevator. "Don't feel so good..." She wobbled a little, setting a hand on the door to steady herself. "So then, what have you all been up to?" Echidna asked. Volt was her primary concern, but what they hey, wouldn't hurt to learn about the others. Kou quickly got up and helped her stand."I'm starting to think this isn't due to some flu." he said. A number of possible other causes were running through his head. The correct one, being quite low on the list, due to it suppose to be impossible. He looked back at her as he was rearranging a few things behind the bar. "Nothing too different than before Duragon kidnapped Dominique," he said. "Just running the bar. All of us keeping a better eye on Dominique. The poor girl has been through enough. Kou seems a little distatched when we're all together, and Volt, well, he just stand back, arms crossed, watching over everyone, like always." True. His words had a point to them. Though, what else could it be? Androids weren't supposed to get sick, though she had programmed to be as human as possible. Maybe she had a malfunction? "I don't know..." she mumbled weakly. Suddenly, she pulled away, the dizziness turning into nausea. The mix didn't go over well. She did her best to make it to the bathroom, promptly emptying her breakfast into the toilet, before wiping her mouth and flushing it, sitting back on the floor. "Well, that's the big guy for ya." Echidna replied, intentionally not mentioning Kou. Detatched............HA, that was it. It was minor, but she was sure of it now........It was Kou that Dominique was having a secret relationship with and was the father of her child. Kou followed after her, settling on the one other possible idea he could think would cause this."I have an idea what this may be, but you may think I'm crazy for even suggesting it." Kou replied as he entered the bathroom behind her, taking a deep breath."You might be......um.........pregnant. I mean, of course I know that shouldn't be possible, you being an android and all. But.......we don't really know the full details of every little function you have. It...........could be possible...........I'm no tech head though." he added, sounding surprisingly calm about it all. Not because he didn't care, as he obviously did. But it was more......romantic reasons. Sion laughed softly and nodded. "I guess he's always been like the father of our family, if you could call the four of us a family," he mused. He got a little antsy standing around, so he ended up punching the air a little. Work was boring some days, but at least he had company. Dominique's eyes widened as they shifted from the floor up to Kou as he stepped into the bathroom and presented his idea. Pregnant?...her? How in the hell was that possible? He had a point though. Theydidn'tknow everything about her body, the way it had been made to function. After all, she thought like a human, felt emotions like a human, felt pain and pleasure like a human...how would this be any different?"Pregnant?..." she said it so softly, almost as if she couldn't believe it. Like it was something that could not be, but was. "I bet in school, you were the kind of kid that could never sit still." Echidna teased, laughing softly at his punching at the air as if he was shadow boxing. Being his ever supportive self, Kou just smiled as he knelt across from Dominique and reached out to cup her cheek. A simple gesture that spoke volumes. Sion stopped when she pointed out his restlessness, as if he hadn't realized he had been doing that. He grinned sheepishly. "You got me there," he said with a small laugh, his boyish charm shining through. She wasn't sure how to react, or what to do. She didn't know what they were going to do. A soft smile touched her lips when he cupped her cheek. Kou loved her. It couldn't be a bad thing, could it? "Heh, good to hear. I have always liked guys like that. That was Volts one problem. Too serious and uptight all the time." Echidna replied, smiling lightly. "You know..........I kinda have always wanted to be a dad." Kou said, smiling and laughing softly. He was being honest. At least, after he had hooked up with Dominique. He had never had the thoughts before, but after he and her started their relationship, he actually began to have the typical thoughts of settling down with her and having a couple of kids. Though, he always thought it impossible due to the whole her being an android thing. He grinned a tad, now just barely bobbing on his heels, his hands resting in his pockets. "I've always called him the silent, brooding one of our group. Kou's overfriendly and a flirt. And I'm...well, active, I guess." He said it with a small chuckle. The bouncers were all different in their ways, but got along well enough. Dominique blinked and then, as his words sunk in, she blushed. Even though she had found out first hand that she had been mistaken about labeling Kou as a playboy, his words still surprised her. In a good way, they surprised her. Warmed her heart.Softly, she smiled and said, "as long as it's with you, Kou, I'm happy with having a...a baby." She blushed again. "Yea, you do certainly seem to be the one with the most energy." Echidna replied, laughing lightly. She was actually enjoying this pleasant little conversation. Wasn't exactly something she did very much. Kou just smiled warmly back at her before taking a seat on the bathroom floor, across from her."Well, we can worry about figure out how it happened later, but at the moment, I'm curious about something..............you want a boy or a girl?" he asked, smiling innocently. Sion laughed a little and decided to sit back next to Echidna, trying not to pace so much just because was bored. "Yeah, I kinda am." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Dominique blinked and sat there in silence for a few minutes. Before she had found out she was an andriod, she had always hoped to have a family some day. Though...that had changed when she had found out what she really was. She didn't she could have children, much less a normal life."A girl..." she murmured, still having a blush on her pale cheeks. At least the nausea had subsided. "You also seem to have a kind of boyish charm to ya.......I like that." Echida replied, smiling and looking at him out the corner of her eye as she sipped her drink. "Heh, same here actually. Though, I'll warn you now...........I'll spoil her rotten." Kou replied, smiling, obviously enjoying himself as they talked about this. It was just how he was, and because he was trying to help Dominique relax a little. Sion only chuckled and leaned back on the stool, propping his elbows against the bar. "You're not half bad yourself...when we're not trying to kick the shit out of each other," he admitted with a grin. Which was the truth. The only time he'd been around the woman was when they had needed to get through her to rescue Dominique from Duragon. Dominique could see that Kou was being light hearted about the whole situation. In turn, that helped her relax some. The weight of it seemed to disappear, at least for a moment. If he was okay with having a baby with her, then she would be too. She just wasn't sure what kind of a mother she would make, but Kou would make a wonderful father, if his treatment of her was any indication.Something struck her though. Something that wasn't exactly a pleasant thought. She couldn't hide this, least not for more than a few months. That meant Sion was going to know about her and Kou. And Kou wasn't likely to let her keep living with him, he would probably confront Sion and tell him his intentions of taking Dominique into his home, and his life. With the baby, as well."Kou...what about the others? We won't be able to hide this." "Yea, got a point there." Echidna replied, laughing. They really did seem to be getting along. Wasn't really any hard feelings. It was all business back then, for the most part. "Yea........I realized that too. We're gonna have to tell everyone." Kou replied, after taking a deep breath. It was always something that had weighed on the two of them. They had always planned on telling them eventually, but had never set a date. Now, a date had pretty much been set for them. She was right about that. It merely had been about business back then. He just cared about Dominique that he had been a little crazy, or panicked one would guess, in trying to get her back. Getting her home safe had been all that mattered to him. "Bah, slow days are the bane of my existence," he joked. Dominique nodded. She wondered if she should just go back and tell Sion now, but then decided against it. Who would it hurt less hearing it from? Her or Kou? She had no idea. "When do you think we should tell them?" she asked as she slowly stood up from the bathroom floor. Good, it seemed the dizziness had passed as well. "But doesn't that mean you're doing your job? You're a bouncer. If noones causing any trouble, shouldn't that be a good thing?" Echidna asked."Of course, if you're THAT bored, I could stir up some trouble. I have been known to be a VERY bad girl at times....." she added, very obviously flirting. "Well, while I don't think we should put it off a long while, I do think we should wait for the right chance to tell everyone." Kou replied, pushing himself to his feet as well. "Somehow, I do not doubt that," Sion responded with a hearty laugh. He was a bit dense, so he didn't catch on that Echidna was flirtingwith him. She had a point though, if there was no trouble, he was doing his job. Didn't make it any lessboringthough. Dominique took his hand and held it as they walked out to the livingroom. She let go of his hand as she took a seat upon the couch. "I guess I should go to a doctor...if I'm able to get pregnant, I assume an ultrasound should work too," she said as she leaned back, "that way we will know for certain before we tell them." Echidna couldn't help but laugh as well. He really was dense. Still, didn't really deter her or make her like him any less. Gave him a kind of boyish cuteness. "Yea, that would be for the best." Kou replied, walking with her and taking a seat next to her when they reached the living room. Sion hopped off the stool and turned to her for a second. "It's about time for a break. You hungry at all?" he asked her. The bar had a kitchen for rather simple orders and, often times, they just ate there. She laughed a little, softly, laying her head against his shoulder. "Figures it's our luck that the one thing we couldn't think could happen, would happen," she teased. Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "Sure, I could go for something." Echidna replied with a smile and light shrug. She was surprised at this. Not only cause he seemed to warm up to her rather fast, but also cause he already seemed friendly with her. "Yea, that's true.......But I'm looking forward to it. I'm hoping for a girl myself. Heh, be adorable to see another little you running around." Kou replied, laughing lightly. None None None None Dominique wasn't able to get an appointment at the nearest medical clinic for at least a couple weeks. It seemed a good deal of other women were pregnant as well and so the clinic had been a tad overbooked. Today was the day though and, Kou at the bar working, she was in the cab by herself on the way to the clinic. Lately, she had to keep her jacket on at all times outside of the apartment. She was already beginning to show the physical signs of pregnancy. Though, Kou didn't really seem to mind. He seemed excited and happy, and in turn that made Dominique happy. Today, though, after her appointment, they were going to have to tell the others. Not only about their relationship, but the baby as well.An hour or two later, she was stepping out of the clinic almost in a state of shock. The ultrasound had revealed that not only was she pregnant, butwith twins. Female twins. What was even stranger was that they had told her she wasmonthsalong given the growth of her babies. At least three, or four. So at a reality of eight or so weeks pregnant, she was, given the babies revelations,fourteenweeks. She supposed it wasn't that strange...she was an android afterall. It could be that her body could substain and form the babies more quickly than a normal woman. It frightened her, nonetheless. Made her reel.She climbed into the cab, clutching the print out of the her babies she had gotten from her ultrasound. She told the driver to take her to the bar and relaxed back in the seat, a hand slipping beneath her coat to rest upon her growing belly.Twin girls.She became so relaxed, she began to doze, then before long, she was actually taking a nap in the seat with her head resting against the window.A dream started. She was sitting in the bar, with a gentle hand running up and down her soft thigh. Gentle lips kissing at the skin of her neck. She inhaled a deep breath, expecting Kou's musky fragrance, but instead got an exotic, almost sultry one. It wasn't Kou touching her, she realized. It was the woman, Echidna, who she had become rather good friends with since the day she had come into the bar weeks ago. The woman dragged out moans from her lips, dragging her nails across the skin of her thighs. The dream seemed to escalate from there, Echidna touching her pussy and stroking her deeply, sucking and nipping at her nipples. She had her on top of the bar and stroked her hotter and hotter, until suddenly, she arched and cried out, letting the woman savor her orgasm. Echidna leaned down to kiss her lips and...Dominique jolted awake as the cab pulled to a stop in front of the bar, the driver letting her know that they had arrived. She took a twenty from her pocket and passed it to the driver as she stepped out. The cab pulled away once the door was shut and she stretched, adjusted her coat to properly keep herself covered until the time one of them asked to see...her once the news was broken. She swallowed nervously and slid the ultrasound print out back into her pocket, putting a cheery smile on her face. Sion was was talking to Kou and Volt when Dominique came into the bar with a cheery smile on her face. He hopped off the bar top and strode over to give her a welcoming hug. "Hey Dominique, you aren't supposed to be working today. What brings you here?" he asked.Dominique returned the friendly hug, glancing at Kou over his shoulder, before turning her eyes back to Sion as he stepped back. "I told Kou I would check up on something for him and since he's working, I thought I'd stop by to let him know about it," she said. It was common knowledge she was friendly with all the bouncers, so she made it sound as inconspicious as she could. Sion smiled some and nodded as they both strode back towards the group. "Thanks, Dominique. I gotta go do inventory in the back, so just come back here whenever you feel like." Kou innocently replied, before doing as he said and walking into the back room. He already had a feeling about the answer the doctor had given Dominique. Though, if it was proven she wasn't pregnant, he wouldn't be upset or anything. Dominique nodded, but hung back and spoke with the other two of the bouncers for a few moments so it wouldn't seem as if she were eager to follow Kou. After a few minutes, she took the same path to the back and found him waiting for her. "You were right," she said softly, "just...um...there's two...twins. Twin girls." Her voicestillheld the same awe as it had since the moment she had found out herself. It was no less surprising, even now. Kou was left speechless when she told him."Heh, and here I was, hoping for one. Two is just double the fun." he suddenly said after a big smile spread across his face."Though, I'm no doctor or anything, but shouldn't it be too early to make out gender?" he asked. As he said, he knew very little about this, but her knowing the genders so soon was surprising to even him. Dominique was relieved that he didn't become overwhelmed with the news, like she almost had been. She vaguely wondered how to explain the next part. "Well...see...according to their tests and the ultrasound, out of a normal 40 week gestation, I'm fourteen to sixteen weeks along. Which, as you and I both know, that's impossible. We haven't been together that long. The only thing I could think of to explain it is...my body being...different as it is, must be providing enough if not more than enough that they're growing at an accelerated rate." She hoped that made sense, because it was the only logical explanation. Kou had been her first, and her only. Kou understood it.......mostly, but still scratched his head lightly in confusion."Well, that is certainly a surprise. Still, even with everything that is weird about this.........I'm very much looking forward to it." he added, laughing, a happy laugh."Though, I've never really been much of the father type, but I'm damn sure gonna try my best." he confidently added. Dominique nodded her head, glad he understood at least a little. It was just confusing for her as for him and she was the one it was happening to. She reached into her pocket and pulled the print out from it, handing it to him. "It's for you...I thought you may like it," she said, the print out from the ultrasound showing him the first, fuzzy glimpse, but glimpse none the less, of his daughters. Kou looked at the picture, turning it sideways and upside down."Heh, I sure do." he replied, when he finally figured out how to hold it right before leaning over and giving her a sweet little peck on the lips."How do you feel about this whole thing?" He then asked. She couldn't help but giggle a little as Kou turned it upside down, around, backwards, before he figured out how to look at it. She smiled and gave him a return peck. "I'm excited and happy, like you. Just was a lot to find out in such a short time, today," she admitted with a smile. It was the truth, she was happy and excited. It just was a lot to take in all at once, all that she had found out since leaving to go to the clinic. "Yea, that's certainly the truth. I suppose all that's left today........is to tell everyone. Gotta say, just thinking about that makes my heart beat a mile a minute." Kou replied, still smiling lightly as he took a deep breath."I mean, I'm not worried they'll be upset. I mean, Volt will probably be happy. I'm sure he'd love to be called uncy Volt. The new one to our little group, Echidna........probably same, since you two have gotten quite close over the few weeks. Then, there's Sion...........but in all honesty, with your past together, I would personally expect to him to be the most surprised. He wouldn't be mad, but I could see him taking some time to think it all over, then with you being happy, would end up happy himself." he explained. Dominique nodded thoughtfully. "I say the same about Volt, and I think Echidna may already know...she lets off airs like she knowssomething. If not about the pregnancy, I'm sure she at least knows aboutus. Sion...well..." she let out a soft sigh. "I know he's going to be...upset. And will need some time to adjust to the fact that I'm not his little Dominique anymore....that I'll have a life and family with someone that's not him. Gah, I get so nervous thinking about it...I really don't want to hurt anyone, though we knew it would be this way when we started this. Which is alright..." she gave a small smile. "It will be nice not to have to hide that I love you," she said, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Yea, same here. Will be nice to have public displays of affection now." Kou replied, returning the light kiss before laughing lightly. He hadn't spent as much time with Echidna as Dominique had, so he hadn't picked up on the fact she already knew about both. In that regard, he was rather surprised the two girls had gotten so close. They did seem like complete opposites, but both got along amazingly well. Dominique seemed to become a little nervous as the seconds ticked by. "Well, no time like the present, I suppose," she admitted, kissing him again softly. "Should you tell them, or should I?" "Well, with your history with Sion, it might be easier coming from you." Kou replied, taking a deep breath. He was beyond nervous. His heart was beating incredibly fast. He thought it would just pop right out of his chest. He had never been so nervous in his entire life. Dominique was walking now with Kou, back to his apartment, the whole situation kind of constantly rolling around in her mind. Echidna hadn't been surprised, just smiled and went with it. Volt had been happy for them, clapping Kou on the back in congratulations. Sion had gone completely silent...for quite a bit, before mumbling a congratulations, before taking the rest of the day off and returning home. It was clear he was upset and needed time to think, so she hadn't pushed it. Now their shift was over and she had hung around to walk home with Kou."Well...that went better than I expected," she admitted softly. Even though Sion was upset, she had actually expected it to go a lot worse than it had. "Same here...........though Volt is stronger than ever." Kou replied with a light groan, stretching his neck a bit. He was half joking, half being serious. That little congratulatory slap of his wasn't all that painless. Though, he wasn't really surprised by anyones reaction. But, he did pick up a vibe from Echidna like she knew already and had for some time. Dominique couldn't help a small chuckle. "Want me to give you a massage when we get home?" she asked, feeling a little weird, yet happy, that she could finally call Kou's home her own. It felt so great not to have the fear of being discovered weighing them down anymore. She felt giddy, almost, that they wouldn't have to hide how they felt about each other anymore. "Yes, definitely. I'd love to experience what those nimble hands can do." Kou replied, laughing lightly. Now that they no longer needed to hide their relationship, and considering how affectionate they were when it was still secret, they'd likely have all kinds of PDA. So, chances are, they'd be all over each other even more than normal. Dominique again laughed softly as they walked and before long, holding hands with easy smiled, the newly publically announced couple made their way back to his apartment. They checked the mail like they remembered to do sometimes, before taking the elevator up, Dominique sneaking in an occassional kiss when she could. He unlocked the door and they both walked into the apartment, Dominique stretching as the door shut behind her. It would seem they were both pretty much walking on air after no longer needing to hide their relationship. Kou certainly enjoyed a more openly affectionate Dominique. He was the same with her, sneaking in kisses whenever he could. Though, he kept the more intimate things behind closed doors. But still, was guilty of giving her behind a playful slap out in the open on a few occasions.Once they entered the apartment, he pretty much plopped down on the couch, ready and willing for his massage. She smiled when he plopped down onto the couch, then made sure he stretched on on his stomach, straddling his hips as she sat on his rather sexy ass. She gave it a playful slap with a giggle before starting to work on his back with her small, agile hands, working out stress points and knots. She also moved up to work on his shoulders and neck, before coming down to his back again. Kou couldn't help but smile when she smacked his behind. Usually, he was spanking her. Not like he minded being on the recieving end. As the massage began, he soon began letting out relaxed groans. She sure seemed a natural at this. Her soft, smoothe hands made it feel absolutely amazing and she seemed to know just the right spots to work on. Dominique kept up her pace, bending her hands and fingers, putting just enough pressure on his muscles to begin to work out the tension. He seemed to be enjoying it, so she kept up at it for awhile, realizing that it must have been ages if ever that poor Kou had had a decent back massage. Only when she was sure that she had worked out every ache she she could, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, hands lightly caressing over his hair."How's that? Feeling better?" she asked with a smile against the shell of his ear. "Much." Kou replied, just laying there a moment before rolling over under her, so he was now looking up at her, hands resting on her hips. She was right. It had been a while. He had never felt quite this loose and relaxed before. He sure seemed to have needed that. Already, he felt the need to return the favor. Though, he wasn't a particular good massage therapist. She smiled down to him and squeaked as he rolled over, trying to keep her balance as he did so. Her hands now rested on his chest and she smiled again. "Good! That's good," she said, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "What should we do now?" she asked with a small giggle. "Oh, I don't know..........Play checkers perhaps?" Kou joked, smiling and laughing lightly. Both of them always knew the answer to this question. With the surprise of her pregnancy, Kou had found himself on occasion wondering why it hadn't happened earlier. Even when they first became a secret item, they went at it like animals, doing it constantly. Yet, it took almost a month of sex sex sex for this to happen. Still, being just thrilled about it, he didn't think too hard on all the specifics of just how this all works with her being an android and all. She laughed softly and gave him a 'yeah, right' kind of look. "That sounds absolutely thrilling," she said with a shake of her head. The same thought had occured to her, as to why the pregnancy hadn't happened sooner considering the way they went at it. Though, she figured it was sort of random, as a normal woman's. Sometimes it just happened when it happened. No real explanation. She poked his nose and stuck out her tongue. "You sure know how to turn a man on." Kou said, laughing lightly at her childish, but very cute display of poking his nose and sticking out her tongue."I'm thinking I might need to punish you for that little girl." he added, quite seductively. "Oh?" she giggled. "I think you'll have to catch me before you can punish me, like a naughty little girl." She hopped up off his lap and bolted behind the kitchen counter, staring at him from there, trying not to giggle as she stared him down, preparing to either bolt left or right depending which way he came at her. Ah, the playful chase. He always liked these. He quite enjoyed catching her in a provacative position and taking her right where he caught her. So, he happily hopped up and stood on the other side of the counter, obviously enjoying himself before faking to the left before running around to the right. She giggled as she watched him come up to the other side of the counter. Eyed him carefully and then he moved to the right and just as she was about to bolt left, she squeaked and hopped up onto the counter, sliding across it, before bolting towards his bedroom, giggling the entire way there. She always had fun with this. Kou had a big smile plastered on his face the whole time as he chased her into his their bedroom. Closing the door behind them, he grinned as he looked at her."Uh oh. Looks like you're trapped with mean ol me in here." he playfully said, taking his time as he slowly stalked towards her, hands making playful grabbing motions as he got closer and closer. She laughed as she saw him close the door and squeaked, bolting to the other side of the bed. He was right, she had actually trapped herself in the room with and really there wasn't anywhere for her to go."Oh nu," she teased as she braced herself, watching from the opposite side of the bed. Ready to bolt off towards the door the moment he came at her from across the mattress. Even though is slow stalking was mostly just to be playful, he was also keeping his guard up so that if she happened to bolt to the side, he'd have a good chance at grabbing her. His smile grew even bigger when he got within arms reach of her. At first, he just stood there, grinning at her before he suddenly reached out, looking to grab hold of her. He was prepared in case she decided to take the only open route, across the bed. All he'd have to do is put his leg out, trip her as she goes across and she'd land on the bed, ready for what they both no doubt were wanting. He came at her around the bed, she noted, trying not to giggle as he stalked her, trying to corner her on that side of them. As he dove and tried to grab her, she squealed and tried to run across the bed, but in a second, his leg was there and she tripped. She squeaked loud and landed with an 'oomph!' on her stomache on the matress, her hands coming up to try and push herself up quickly. Reacting fast, as Dominique tried to push herself up, Kou was on the bed, overtop of her, his muscular body lightly resting atop hers as she was on her hands and knees. He wasn't really holding her down though."Uh oh, looks like the naughty little girl was caught. I guess it's time for her punishment." he seductively whispered into her ear. With their relationship no longer a secret, their sex life sure had taken a boost. It seemed that with the relief of no longer needing to hide it...........they did it even more than normal. Dominique didn't get much higher than her hands and knees by the time Kou caught her. She squeaked and started laughing, biting back a moan as he seductively whispered those words into her ear. She couldn't surpress the pleasant shiver as she curled her fingers against the bed."Oh? What is the big bad wolf going to do to punish such a bad little girl?" she giggled, wiggling her rump back against him. Really, with the freedom they had now, it seemed all the walls fell down. They were more playful, and were even doing it more than normal though their normal was still a hell of a lot more than the usual normal. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe a spanking to start things off, or perhaps I should just start right off with the big stuff." Kou replied, chuckling softly as he began to push her trademark jacket up her body, revealing more and more of her slender legs, him savoring every inch of her soft skin. Only one of their friends that might have any experience in doing it like energized bunnies would be Echidna.............but even then, she wasn't currently hooked up with anyone. Even Kou, as dense as he tended to be, could tell she had a bit of a thing for Sion and he was quite surprised nothing had happened between them yet. Dominique blushed hotly as he suggested a spanking to her tight little bottom. Strangely enough, the thought of him doing said spanking, almost made her moan. The idea was strangely erotic to the young blond. She wiggled her bottom back against him enticingly as he pushed up the fabric of her yellow jacket, bunching it effectively at her waist. She giggled, trying just a bit to squirm away, still feeling rather playful and in the mood to tease when she could. Kou could tell the spanking suggestion got her rather hot and bother. With only a sly grin, he slid away from her a moment, before suddenly pulling her back and spinning her so she was draped over his knee."Naughty Dominique....." he said, playfully shaking his head with a sigh as he rubbed his hands together and began to raise one, prerparing to get things started. Dominique squeaked as he pulled back and flipped her over, laying her across his knees. She gulped, and squirmed a tad, a blush quite evident across her cheeks. Her hands grasped his thigh and she couldn't help a small giggle and she wriggled her tight, little bottom at him, this all somehow so very arousing, thrilling, and exciting to her. Moments later, Kous hand came right down, landing square on that tight, amazing, panty clad butt of hers. It wasn't too hard, but it wasn't soft. A nice, firm spanking for her equally firm behind. He also added a little extra, rubbing her butt a moment after the spank before he raised his hand again. That part was mostly from how he couldn't resist rubbing and squeezing her rump whenever he got to touch it. Her butt was definitely irresistible to him. Then again, her entire body was irresistible to him.

['Leifoh', 'Sion', 'Kou']

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Fun Times At Beacon Academy (Potter and Mad RP)

Michael Hojo had been assigned to the RWBY team not long after it had been formed. Ozpin had come to recognize the talent of the girls and of the team as a whole, but he also realized just how much danger and trouble they could get into. Thus, he assigned the top student of the year above them to be a...mentor of sorts. Michael had seen RWBY in action and was impressed by the lot of them, even the Schnee girl, as much as he hated to admit it. They all definitely had their weaknesses though and Michael would also act as their trainer and coach to some extent too.He had been introduced to the team awhile ago and he had gotten settled in fairly quickly. He had a good relationship with most of the team he got along well with Blake because of his connection to Fanus support groups and had quickly realized she was a Fanus and decided to keep that secret to himself after he and she talked about it. He had recognized her from his time supporting White Fang as well and they both agreed to keep that a secret and that secret keeping had fostered a bond of trust between them. He and Ruby also got along well, her hyperness made it hard for him to keep up with at times, but he enjoyed her company and let her lead the team with minimum interference. She would often coming asking for leadership advice or to spare and he was happy to oblige with both, against establishing a good bond of trust.Weiss was a different story. His distaste for her was apparent when they first met and her haughty attitude only reinforced his idea that Schnee's were nothing but a pain in the ass and a problem for society that needed to be gotten rid of. For the sake of the team however, he swallowed his hatred and did his best to try and get along with the girl. Thankfully, she rarely came asking for advice or help and he hoped it stayed that way. He was happy letting Ruby deal with her.Yang was different too, he had fallen hard for the blonde when they first met. Even though she was boisterous and he tended to be more stoic, he found her to be beautiful and radiant and they both loved a good spar which led to them spending many hours together in the gym and training ground. Michael was by far the better fighter at first, given his experience but overtime, he had been trying to teach Yang to fight less with her heart and more with her head, having noticed early on her overrelance on her semblance when in trouble. They traded bad puns and jokes as much as they did punches and it had lead to a deep friendship quickly, one that for Michael had turned into..if not romantic than sexual feelings at the very least.All that came to ahead when he returned to their dorm room and he just so happened to catch Yang after a shower. One thing led to another and now here they were, in the living room of their dorm, Yang bent over a table, her lovely breasts molding against the hardwood and hardened nipples rubbing against her table as Michael slammed his massive cock into her from behind, his hips slapping against her bubbly ass with every thrust and making it jiggle."Dust....Yang.....your pussy, feels amazing!" Michael groaned out as he gave her ass a spank, groping her rear as his hand reached out and grasped a handful of her blonde and still wet hair, tugging back on it like a leash, forcing his cock even deeper and harder into her as he felt his bulbous tip pushing up against her cervix, threatening to push past it and enter her womb. Most of Team RWBY had been a little... skeptical when they were told they would be assigned a mentor or tutor or something. The only one who didn't give Ozpin weird looks was Ruby Rose herself, who was just happy to have a new friend to hang out with. Gradually, over the couple of months that Michael was with them, they'd grown to enjoy his tutelage... well, except Weiss, who just barely tolerated him being there.After he found out about her Faunus heritage and her history, Blake had been quite scared at first, worried he would turn her into Ozpin. But when he didn't and seemed to sympathize with the Faunus plight, she was honestly quite surprised and relieved. She finally had someone to confide in about her worries and troubles, allowing them to form quite the bond of trust between them. They would often times talk about what the White Fang had once been and expressed their dismay over what it had become in this modern day.Meanwhile, Ruby was just her normal hyperactive and bouncy self, enjoying having a new friend to train and hang out with. It was fun to spar with him, especially since she could show her true love Crescent Rose to someone else. He'd also been quite the fount of advice for the young leader as she was still unsure of her place.Weiss... was rather indifferent to his presence in their team, finding it more of an annoyance than anything else. She was happy the rest of her team was enjoying themselves. She had caught some of the looks he gave her though, but she was used to it by now. Being a Schnee usually meant that people would look at her with disdain or mistrust. She really did hate what her father had done to her family's good name.Yang had been a little... vocal about her opposition to this whole deal at first, seeing as a blatant disregard to her and her teams abilities that would need a mentor. Meeting Michael had quickly changed her opinion on the subject however. She was enjoying her time with the young man, especially when they were training or sparring or exercising. She'd been trying to take his advice to heart but, well, she really didn't care. The way she fought now helped her win battles and that's all that she cared about in this moment.Having been caught out of the shower by him, Yang froze in place, a little shocked as she was stark naked with just a towel to dry her hair. She'd thought herself alone. She was about to yell for him to get out when she noticed the bulge that had formed in his pants and... well, here they were. Her bent over her desk and Michael railing her from behind."Mmm! I could say, ah, the same about that, oh, that cock!" Yang moaned, going a little higher pitched when he slapped her ass. Her own hips moved back against his as she squeezed and flexed hard around the thick length currently working her over. She could feel that cock head slamming against her cervix and she couldn't help but wonder if he had the length to get through. When he grabbed her hair, she gasped before looking back at him, her eyes turning red. "Hey! Careful with the hair!" Yang's moans and praise only seemed to fuel Michael as he slammed his cock into her harder, his hips slapping against her ass roughly as his bulbous tip did indeed push past her cervix and enter her womb as he let out a moan. It was likely the entire dorm knew what they were up to with how loud they were being, but he hardly cared. In fact, he almost felt proud of letting everyone know what a moaning mess he was making of Yang.When she snapped at him slightly for the hair, he chuckled and gave her a playful wink. "What do I tell you about using your Semblance." He teased her as he pressed his lips affectionately up against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips to gain access to her mouth. His hand still gripped her hair, but he tugged on it more gently now, urging her to slap her ass back against his hips even more.As he did this, he moved his other hand down to her clitoris and began to rub and tug on that most sensitive of buds as more of his cock invaded her womb, spreading her open for him. He wanted to see her breasts jiggling wildly as he fucked her, but given their currently position that was impossible...maybe he could mix it up later though... Yang didn't seem to care about the volume they were making, though it wasn't as big of a worry as one would assume. Each of the dorm apartment things were fairly sound proof, mostly because Ozpin expected this sort of thing to happen. Putting a bunch of teenagers together and training them to fight dangerous creatures tended to stir up those hormones that were flowing their systems anyways.As Michael finally got through her cervix, Yang almost screamed out in pleasure at the feeling, having a minor orgasm. Not a big one mind you, but enough of one to make her eyes roll back for a moment and her body to really clamp down on him. "Just... just careful with the hair and I really won't, ah!, have to use it you," She panted. As she kissed her, she vigorously returned her, turning her head a bit as her tongue lashed out against, clearly trying to get control of this situation. Yang was definitely not the kind of girl to just lay back and take it.When his fingers began to work over her clit, Yang broke the kiss as she let out a squeal. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out of her mouth while her toes curled for a moment. A powerful orgasm hit her hard, causing her already tight pussy to clamp down even harder on him. Her internal muscles would almost feel like they were stroking his large cock. Michael groaned at Yang's mini climax as his tongue battled with her own in her mouth, fighting for control and dominance. This is what he liked about Yang, she was fighter and she was fun to tease and fight with. His tongue swirled skillfully around her own and explored her mouth, but as his fingers found her clitoris, their lips separated as Yang let out a noise that he was sure managed to make it through the soundproofing as her pussy clamped down on his massive cock, attempting to milk him for his seed.Michael managed to bite back his own climax, biting his lower lip and pausing his thrusting as Yang's pussy quivered around his rod. He gripped her hips and flipped her over so her back was now pressed against the table, her wonderful and quite large breasts now in plain view to him. It seemed like Michael had quite a bit of stamina and endurance, both in fighting and in bed!"I'm not done with you yet..." Michael growled as his mouth latched onto one of her breasts, sucking roughly as his tongue swirled around her perky and rosy nipple as he began to thrust his hips against, her ass pounding back against the table with every thrust as a bulge, an outline of his cock was clearly visible to them both if they looked at her otherwise smooth stomach, so deeply buried inside her he was. Yang was left panting after her orgasm as everything came down. When she was flipped over onto her back, she let out a small yelp, blinking in surprise before smirking at Michael. "I would certainly hope not! I'd be disappointed if you busted so soon!" She chuckled before moaning as he got back to work.One hand moved ot back of his head to hold him there while her other hand moved down to her stomach. She blinked at the feeling of the rapidly moving bulge in her gut. Holy hell, he really was quite big wasn't he? Easily the biggest she'd ever had, granted it wasn't exactly a very long list."I, mm, hope you plan, ah!, to keep doing this... Michael. It'd be a real shame if you were the kind of guy to hit it and quit it," Yang moaned out while gently rubbing the bulge in her gut. Her legs quickly wrapped around his waist to keep him from pulling too far back. At the same time, she was movnig against him, ensuring he was thrusting into her as hard as he could give it to her. Michael nibbled on Yang's perky and rosy nipple, grinding the bud between his teeth as his hand moved to grope and squeeze her other breast. All the while, his cock seemed to pound even harder and faster inside Yang's tight and hot pussy. His cock throbbed inside her as he felt a pressure slowly starting to build up as he moaned against her breast, looking up at her from her cleavage as she finished speaking and giving her a grin."Fuck no....I'm going to fuck you every day from now, until you are addicted to my cock..." Michael spoke gruffly before pressing his lips back up against her own roughly, his tongue invading her mouth and pressing against her own eagerly as his fingers moved to squeeze and twist her nipple.His hips began to buck wildly, a sign his climax was near as he moaned against her lips. "You want me to come inside you, Yang? Come inside this slutty pussy of yours?" Michael asked with a teasing grin as he nibbled and sucked on her earlobe now as his cock pounded so deeply and hard into her pussy. Yang squirmed and moaned underneath Michael, her breathing becoming quicker and more labored the more he assaulted her rather sensitive body. She could feel the way his cock throbbed inside of her that he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Gods, did she need that inside of her now.She tried to chuckle at his words, but it just came out as a weird chuckling moan. "Maybe I already am," She teased before he locked lips with her again. Her tongue was quick to retaliate against his, moving and twisting around his in a fight for dominance. His fingers working over her nipple just caused her moan more."Naughty... boy...." Yang breathed, her words becoming a bit more incoherent as her mind was assaulted with insane pleasure.. Her legs locked tighter around his waist as a clear sign of her decision. "Fill me... uuuuuUUUUUPPPP!" As she was speaking her next orgasm hit like a truck. Her back arched against the desk while she let out a loud scream. Her eyes rolled back into her skull while her body tightened up around him and flexed inward. A cascade of hot juices splashed against his lap and thighs. Yang's squirming and her moans only caused Michael to fuck her harder and faster, his cock slamming wildly and violently into her womb, each thrust causing his base to slap against her labia and making her pussy lips vibrate as they kissed, his tongue swirling around her own and managing to get the edge as Yang's second climax began to overtake her. Her walls quivering and clenching around him along with his crotch and thighs being splashed with her love juices, dripping onto the floor was enough to push him over the edge."Take...my seed, Yang!!" Michael moaned as with a final and violent thrust, he came. He flooded Yang with his hot and sticky seed, filling her womb and pussy to the brim. The bulge in her stomach began to grow as she became stuffed with his cum, his still erect cock throbbing inside her as he unloaded inside her. It made her look a month or so pregnant. He came too much for her to hold, the excess began to leak down her thigh and onto the floor. He pulled his cock out and splattered the rest of his load over her smooth stomach as he caught his breath.His cock was still rock hard, covered in his cum and her love juices and he grinned as he walked to the other side of the desk, his cock now right in front of Yang's face as he slapped the messy rod against her cheek roughly, splattering the mess of their juices over her face. "Don't forget to clean me off...." Holy fuck. Yang couldn't quite believe just how much this man had cum inside of her. It felt... amazing to be filled with so much seed and there was even more that leaked out from between the seal of their union. Looking down, she noted that she honestly looked almost a good month pregnant. "Holy fuck," she breathed out, gently rubbing the bulge. She chuckled a bit as a few spurts landed on her stomach once he pulled out of her.She eyed him curiously as he walked around to the side and presented his cock to her, even going as far as to slap the messy slab of meat against her face. She blinked for a moment before smirking up at him. Reaching over, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, keeping it steady while she ran her tongue along the side. Suddenly, she used that amazing strength of hers to start squeezing his dick. "What's the magic word?" She purred as her free hand went between his legs to his heavy testicles, gently cupping the fragile balls. Michael let out a soft moan that turned into a groan as Yang squeezed his cock while cleaning it up rather skillfully with her tongue. Her tongue was a skilled thing indeed, swirling around his cock and lapping up his seed and her love juices as she squeezed and sucked, her other hand rubbing his balls as he let out a small chuckle. Yang sure was feisty, even after such a rough and crazy fucking she was able to tease him. He loved that about her."Pretty please, Yang. I'll love you forever if you do." He looked down at her and gave her a playful wink as he reached a hand out to squeeze one of her breasts, loving the feeling of her mound molding between his strong digits as he did so. He had a feeling neither of them were done yet and if they weren't careful, they might end up going at it all night long. That's when he remembered that they had roomates....when were they suppose to be back again? Yang chuckled softly at his words. "Don't need the love, just need the dick, Michael," She cooed before taking the bulbuous head into her mouth. The young blonde sucked as her tongue began to swirl around it. At the same time, her head began to bob back and forth along his length, taking him a bit deeper each time. The feeling of his strong fingers against her heavy breast got a muffled moan from her, running a vibration through his cock.Just then, the door to the room opened and in walked Yang's partner, Blake Belladonna. The black haired faunus beauty was in a tight fitting tanktop and a pair of spats that clung nicely to her large bottom. "Hey, Yang, do you think you can help me with something?" She asked while looking at her Scroll, not even noticing the pair at the moment."Sure, what's up?" Yang asked, her mouth full of Michael's cock as she looked over at Blake.Blake sighed, shaking her head. "Yang, how many times has Weiss told you not to... talk... with... your... mouth full." As she was speaking, she looked over and finally noticed what was happening. Her eyes went wide at the sight as her face almost turned the same shade of read as Ruby's hood. "Oh, uh, s sorry, didn't didn't know you two were... doing it." She quickly stammered out, her eyes not leaving the thickness Yang's lips were stretched over. "Well you better get used to it, cause you are going to be getting it every day now." Michael chuckled before moaning softly as Yang began to get to work, sucking skillfully as her tongue swirled with ease around his massive cock. Pre cum oozed from his bulbous tip and dripped onto her tongue and into her throat as she bobbed her head eagerly back and forth. His fingers began to twist and tug on her nipple skillfully, twisting the nub in just the right way to send waves of pleasure through her as his other hand quickly began to squeeze and grope her other breasts.Michael didn't even hear or notice the door open and Blake's voice only barely registered at first as he moaned softly and felt his tip starting to reach Yang's throat as she garbled out words from around his cock. As Blake berated her though, Michael unconsciously joined in. "That's right, Yang. Never talk with your mouth full. It's rude......" Michael's voice began to trail off as he realized someone else was in the room and that someone was Blake. He had a small crush on the faunus girl...not as large of a one as the one he had developed for Yang, but enough of one that her finding him with his cock buried in Yang's mouth and throat was enough to make him feel rather him embarrassed.He pulled his cock out of Yang's mouth without thinking about it, his cock leaving her mouth with an audible pop as his bulbous tip smacked against her lips as they left. This gave Blake a complete and fully unobstructed view of his massive, girthy cock. "Ummmmm....how are you this evening, Blake?" He asked with a nervous chuckle, completely unsure of how to handle this situation. Yang gave a small series of coughs as the cock finally left her mouth, though she pouted for a moment, disappointed at not having it anymore. Sitting up on her desk, she looked at Blake for a moment, formulating a plan. Meanwhile, she pressed against her lower stomach to get the volume of cum down. No doubt they'll need to do some cleaning afterwards."Uh, I'm doing fine, Michael," Blake responded, her eyes still glued to his cock.Yang finished what she was doing before noticing where Blake was looking. With a smirk, she got off her desk and walked over behind her partner. "Pretty big, isn't it?" She purred in the girl's ear, causing her to jump."Y yeah.""A lot bigger than your ex, right?"Blake blushed and nodded. It wasn't very hard to beat out her ex boyfriend. The man was... below average to put it nicely. Not tiny, but... below average.Yang chuckled before reaching around Blake and lifting her tanktop over her breasts and grabbed the bare mounds. As she began to squeeze and message them, Blake gasped and moaned, squirming a bit in Yang's arms. A small squeak came from her when her nipples were pinched and twisted by the blonde. Suddenly, Yang pulled away and grabbed Blake's hand. With an inviting wink to Michael, she pulled Blake into her bedroom.By the time, Michael would get there, Blake was already mostly naked and laying on the bed with Yang's face buried between her thighs. Loud moans and cries of pleasure came from her, the black haired girl squirming under the assault to her loins. Yang's tongue lashed and worked over Blake's pussy, diving into her for a few moments before pulling back out to get at her dripping clit. It seemed Blake was the sensitive type as she was quickly pushed into a hard orgasm by Yang. Her toes curled and her legs wrapped around Yang's shoulders while she screamed, juices gushing against Yang's face and chest.With a smirk, Yang pulled away before laying on her side next to Blake. Reaching down, she spread the girl's dripping pussy before motioning to Michael with her free hand. "Wanna show Blakey what a real cock feels like? Just take it easy on her. She's not used to your... girth." "Ah, that's good to hear, Blake....I'm doing well too!" He tried to make small talk, embarrassed as he was to literally be caught with his pants down. Blake's answer to Yang's questions only caused his blush to intensify as his cock throbbed with need. His eyes widened as Yang lifted up Blake's top to expose her breasts to them both. Not nearly as large as Yang's by any comparison, they were cute and seemed to fit and Yang's hands perfectly, they suited Blake.Michael licked his lips as he watched Yang give him a wink and lead Blake off. He was quick toss of the rest of his clothes, becoming completely naked himself, his muscular and well toned chest now in the open as he walked into the room. He stood a fair distance away, enjoying the show the two were putting on as he felt his cock oozing with pre cum from excitement. As Blake came, her moans filling his ears, his gripped his cock and stroked it at the sight.Soon, Yang was on her side and spreading open Blake's pussy for him. He nodded his head and moved to the bed, hovering over Blake as he pressed his massive cock up against her quivering and soaked pussy. She still seemed to be coming down from the wave that was her climax. His bulbous tip rubbed and pressed against her clitoris before pressing against her folds, his eyes locking onto her own."Blake....are you sure about this?" He asked her, wanting to make sure she was indeed alright with what was about to happen. He loved Blake as a friend and didn't want to ruin what they had accidentally, but he would be lying if he said he didn't want to fuck her so badly right now. Panting softly, Blake looked down at Michael's cock for a moment as he got it positioned before looking up into his eyes. There was a mixture of fear, excitement, and arousal in her gaze. Clearly a little worried about taking such a large cock but very much excited at feeling it deep inside of her. She's seen it bulging Yang's throat and could only suspect what it could do to her pussy.Eventually, she nodded to his question. "Yes," She breathed, blushing heavily. "Just... please be a little gentle," She added as she shifted around for a moment and spread her legs wide for him to give him proper access.Yang grinned before kissing Blake's cheek. "You heard her. Show her what you got, big guy. Fuck her nice and hard," She said, chuckling when Blake smacked her stomach."Gentle," Blake repeated. Michael nodded his head and gave Blake a small smile. "You are too cute, Blake." Michael grinned before pressing his lips up gently against her own, his tongue rubbing against her lips and seeking to gain entry to her mouth as one of his hands moved towards her breasts. He gave her mound a firm squeeze, feeling her flesh molding beneath his digits.As he did this, he pressed the tip of his cock up against her folds. Then, with one push his shoved his massive cock into her tight pussy. She felt like a virgin to him, she was that tight. He moaned against her lips as his girth spread her apart. He didn't move as he wanted to give her time to adjust so she could feel good."Fuck....Blake....you are so tight."He moaned against her lips as his free hand moved to be to skillfully rub at Yang's pussy, rubbing her lower lips and clitoris in such a way to send waves of pleasure through the girl. He gave Yang a playful wink, making it clear he hadn't forgotten about her, despite his current focus on Blake. Blake blushed at Michael's words, looking away for a moment before looking back at him. She leaned into the kiss, moaning softly as he grabbed her breast. She squirmed lightly under his touch, causing her drip a bit more thanks to the sheer arousal she was feeling in that moment. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that she wasn't as big as Yang. Yang was the bustiest babe in their class and likely the school.As he shoved into her, Blake let out a low squeal of pleasure and pain as it stretched her further than even her own toys ever had. Her back arched while her eyes rolled back a bit. Her body clamped tightly around him, not even kinda used to this kind of size. Like Yang said, her ex was a bit small and he'd been the last man she'd been with."On only beca ah! use you're so.... BIG!" She moaned, shifting around underneath. "Please Michael, fuck me!"Yang moaned a bit herself as Michael reached over and began to rub at her. She was a bit sore thanks to her experience, though her Aura was doing a good job healing that up. "Mmmm ! How do you like two young huntresses to fuck, Mikey?" Blake's words were enough to shatter Michael's self control. He pressed his lips eagerly against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips and seeking to gain entry to her mouth as he began to move his hips. He was not gently, his cock pounding hard and fast into her, his girth spreading her apart with every rough thrust, molding and shaping her pussy to suit his dick. He felt her breasts molding against his muscular chest as they kissed and fucked.At Yang's question, Michael chuckled against Blake's lips, pulling away for a moment to give Yang a playful wink. "Who says I'm gonna stop at two?" He moved his head over to suck on one of Yang's tits, sucking like a babe trying to draw milk. As he did this, he plunged two of his fingers knuckle deep inside her pussy and began to pump them in and out of her rapidly and roughly, his thumb brushing against her clitoris with every thrust.As he did this, he felt his bulbous tip pressing against Blake's cervix. He pounded his cock up against the barrier, but he would need Blake's help if he wanted to push past it, it seem. She would need to buck her hips and move like she wanted to be fucked in her womb like a whore. Michael wanted Blake to do some of the work, to submit herself to him in that manner. A loud gasp came from Blake mere moments before Michael kissed her. She was eager to return the kiss, turning her head a bit and opening her mouth. Her rough cat like tounge lashing out against his tongue. The feeling of his cock pounding into her so fast and hard as mindnumbing for her, the sheer thickness spread and stretching her to her limit. This was far beyond anything she'd ever experienced or imagined.Yang raised an eyebrow at Michael's words before letting out a small snort. She was about to retort when he began to suck on one of her great breasts. A loud moan was soon followed as well as his fingers plunged into her pussy and his thumb pressing against her clit. The man was skillful that was for sure. "Mm! Ahh! I, oh!, hope you don't mean, uhn!, Ruby," She moaned, squirming a little bit at the finger assault on her loins.As Michael went on, Blake wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against her. Her hips rolled against his. Her ex hadn't lasted this long before and given the mess Yang had been in, she suspected he could last a bit longer. She did her very best to counter thrust against them, adding more to the cacophony of debauchery that was sounding throughout the room. Shame this ended. It was super hot

['Hojo', 'Ozpin', 'Schnee']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/95738/

The Headsman Cometh (Potter-kun x TheMadMan)

"Mistress... do we even have a plan here?" A man, standing just about 6 feet 6 inches tall asked the woman walking next to him while they walked down a dark hallway. The man was dressed in a very expensive looking white suit while a blindfold of some make covered his eyes. Short, well kept white hair adorned his head while he was shockingly pale. His hands were neatly folded behind his back."Pfft, of course I have a plan, my dearest Khrnous! I am Telos li Natsume Knight after all!" The woman chirped happily, standing a near foot shorter than her... well, butler. She was dressed far more casually than Khrnous in a sleeveless purple sweater, skin tight black pants, and rather heavy boots that made a rather hard clomping sound with every step. Hair of a dark purple color and descending nearly to her ass descended from her head while a pair of dark purple eyes sat back in her head."Are you sure about this though? Throwing him into a mission this early and especially into a world like his own could cause a relapse," Khrnous asked, turning his head towards the woman. The sound of metal scrapping against stoneTelos scoffed, waving off his concerns. "It's fine! I know what I'm doing.""You said the same thing about The Old Man and you got us banished from his world.""That was an one off accident. I can't be blamed for that!""Of course," Khrnous nodded before looking over his shoulder. "Headsman? How are you feeling?"There was a second man walking just behind the two, slouched over a bit but still clearly 6 feet tall. He was dragging a large axe behind him in one hand, the source of the metal on stone scrapping echoing through the hallway. This man was dressed rather ruggedly. His dark jacket was worn hard and lightly frayed at the edges while his tan trousers looked like they were decades old. Heavy combat boots adorned his feet while he lacked gloves at the moment. A hood was pulled up from the jacket over his head and concealing most of his face. "Fine," He answered, his voice rough like he wasn't used to talking or hadn't talked in a long while."Good good," Khrnous nodded before turning forward. Soon enough, the were presented with the giant double doors that led to Salem's meeting chambers. "So, Mistress, how shall we... Mistress?" Looking over his shoulder, he noticed Telos taking several feet back.The insane goddess grinned getting down into a low stance before rushing forward. Launching herself into the air, she landed a double kick to the doors, sending them flying open. She did a little spin in the air before landing on her feet. "Which one of you motherfuckers wants to buy a motherfucker that can kill motherfuckers?!" She yelled with a wide grin."Ah, the motherfucker route," Khrnous said, sighing as he and the Headsman followed her in. If Telo's actions were meant to annoy or impress anyone, Salem didn't seem to be either as the trio walked into the room. She sat on her chair, high above the rest of the room atop of staircase as she looked down on them. Part of her didn't even seem obliged to acknowledge their presence but she gazed upon them stoically as she spoke."That would be me. I'm assuming that large, brute of man behind you is the one I've been told of?" Salem inquired as she pointed to Headsman as she examined him. In terms of raw physical presence, he certainly seemed like he was able to kill some people. Raw strength didn't always equal skill though and Salem was somewhat skeptical. They were here now though, so she would at least inquire. That useless foe Cinder could use some help, after all."So, how much then?" Salem asked, seemingly bored and uninterested at the concept of hiring the man and seemingly not caring much at all for Telo's presence either. Telos puffed out her cheeks at Salem's indifference to her entrance. It probably really didn't help that Salem was seated at a point higher than her and looking down on her. It really annoyed the goddess, but... she was hear to make a deal with her, something she was more than willing to do to test out some of the... modifications she had made to the Headsman."Yes, he is," Telos responded curtly while crossing her arms over her rather... lacking chest. Her attitude had had certainly changed though given Salem's indifference. "I am not asking much for lending you his services. Just access to your world is all. You see, I can only appear on a world when I'm within a certain range of a minion of mine. Unless I am given access by denizen of that world," Telos said before tapping her chin for a moment. "Oh! And some of those Grimm! They are soooooooooo cute!"Meanwhile, The Headsman stared up at Salem, only a single glowing eye visible underneath the hood. Even with so little of his face seen, it was obvious he didn't like Salem. Salem simply glared back at the Headsman, not at all intimidated by him it seemed. For the price she was asking, her acknowledgement and just a few Grimm, it seemed like a fair enough of a trade. The brute of a man likely at least had more combat intuition than a Grimm so there was that, at least. Salem let out a bored sigh and simply nodded her head."Very well then, I grant you access and acknowledge your presence in this realm. You may have a handful of Grimm to start with, breed them if you want more." Salem waved her hand for a nearby servant to go and fetch the Grimm for Telos before she turned her attention back to the trio."So, can he do anything special or does he just hit things really hard with that ax?" Salem inquired as she gazed back at Headsman, meeting his cold and icy glare with a practiced one of her own. The Headsman just stared back at Salem, not even really blinking it seemed. Telos giggled at Salem's acceptance of her demands, bouncing up and down while happily clapping her hands. "Hm? Oh, I'm sure he does. I mainly just throw him at problems until the problem goes away." Telos replied with a shrug.Just behind Telos, Headsman raised a hand. Dust began to pour from three ports that appeared in his hand, circling the hand until an appropriate amount was dispensed before it began to condense in the palm of his hand. After a few moments, it formed into a large shiny revolver, which he tossed to Salem's feet. "Different Dust has different effects. For example, Fire dust," Reaching up, he pulled off his head. The entire right side of his face was covered in heavy burn scars. His right eye was gone, covered by an eyepatch. "Immolates me.""Eww, don't do that. Cover that up," Telos hissed. The Headsman sighed before pulling his hood back up before looking away.Khrnous chuckled before turning to Salem. "He is also quite skilled at the sexual arts, Ma'am. If you or any of your female compatriots need satisfaction, then you'll find his services quite satisfactory," He told her, causing Telos to look confused for a moment."He is?" Telos asked."He is, mistress." Salem raised a curious eyebrow at his manipulation of the Dust. His disfiguration didn't seem to bother her all that much. What finally drew some emotion from her was Khrnous' statement of Headsman sexual prowess. He was certainly a large man....Salem imagined he had a large cock to boot. Her grin widened as she let out a small chuckle. It had been awhile since she had had fun and let loose, so why not."Is that so.....I'll give him a test spin then. My servant will show you out and get you your Grimm." Salem motioned for the two others to leave as she beckoned Headsman towards her with a wave of her fingers."Now then, Headsman....why don't you show me that sexual skill your friend was just bragging about." Salem seemed to almost mock him as she sat on her chair, amused and waiting to see how he would react. The fact his... condition didn't seem to bother Salem was certainly quite the surprise to The Headsman, though it didn't really show through all that well, especially given most of his face darkened by his hood. His gaze did turn back to Salem when she chuckled at Khrnous' words, obviously quite amused by such statements.Telos nodded before turning on her heel and heading for the door. "Thank you for your time, Lady Salem," Khrnous said, giving a small bow before following his Mistress out. Once the large doors were closed behind them, Telos grabbed the back of the servant's head. "We can find some Grimm to serve my needs. You'll have another purpose, deary," Telos hissed before her and Khrnous disappeared along with the servant and several Grimm from around Salem's citadel.The Headsman walked forward before kneeling in front of Salem once he reached her. "Khrnous is no friend of mine," He responded curtly as he looked at her. With a sigh, he then asked, "How shall I service you, my lady?" It was obvious the young man was used to being subservient. Salem watched as the other two walked off and turned her attention to Headsman, giving him a small smile as he stepped forward and took a knee before her. "Good, I am glad to see you know proper manners, unlike the two guests you were with." Salem spoke as she tried to peer underneath his hood. "Take your hood off, you need not wear it in my presence, understood?" Salem commanded him with a small smirk. She was unfazed by his condition and if anything, she found it to be somewhat attractive...she loved scared and injured things. At his question, her grin widened."Eager to get started? Very well...." Salem's voice became lower and more alluring as she slowly began to speak her legs. "Why don't you use that mouth of yours to get me warmed up...." She licked her lips as she eyed him, eager to see what the monster of a man was true capable of. Anyone could have a big cock, but it took the right aptitude of skill and talent to be a good lover. Salem wondered if this man had either. With a nod, The Headsman pulled back his hood to give her a solid look of his face. To be honest, the left side of his face looked quite well and hinted at him having been quite the handsome man before everything got fucked for him. Around his eyepatch was bits of blackened and charred flesh, again hinting that whatever happened to his eye was terrible. That grin on her lips sorta unnerved him, especially with what he knew that Salem was capable of.As her legs spread, he looked under the skirt of her dress, his single eye staring into the abyss for a moment before he looked back at her face. He seemed to be doing quite well at keeping up a stoic appearance. "Yes, ma'am," He replied with a nod. Lifting one of her legs, he began to kiss down her thigh, slowly licking and kissing down the black veined pale flesh. After a few moments, his head disappeared under her dress, founding her to be without underwear. As one would expect from such a powerful woman. His surprisingly long tongue reach slowly over her lower lips before it began to lash at her clit harshly, circling and twisting around the sensitive nub in a show of skill. Salem seemed pleased at the sight of the Headsman's full face. She seemed to be the only person he had ever met to not recoil from the sight but rather, embrace it with a smile. Well, Salem could hardly be called a person, really but it was something. As he moved forward, his tongue brushing against the skin of her thigh, Salem let out a soft moan. "Yes, just like that...keep going. You have quite the impressive tongue. "Salem complimented his rather long tongue as it soon began to assail her womanhood directly, and more specifically, her clitoris. This drew a sharp moan and gasp from Salem as her hands moved to grasp at Headsman's head. "Wai...wait...you can't target there so soon...you need to go slower..." Salem commanded, sounding slightly off kilter and surprised, that was for sure. Not many people got to see Salem flustered and live to tell about it, after all. The Headsman couldn't help but feel a bit... at peace as it seemed like Salem was rather accepting of his looks. Whenever he would reveal that part of himself, Telos would retch and tell him to cover himself up. Having been around that kind of reaction for so long had given him a bit of a complex about how he looked, obviously ashamed. When she complimented his tongue, he nodded a bit and smiled.Her reaction to his actions got him to raise an eyebrow at her. Never seen that kind of reaction from her before. To be completely honest, he very much would've continued to work over her clitoris like he was if she didn't stop him. Looking up at her again, he nodded and moved his tongue down to her pussy lips proper, his eye focused on her face to watch her reaction while his tongue lapped hungrily at her folds. It seemed less like he was working to get her warmed up and more towards getting her off. Salem ran her hands through the Headsman hair as her moans increased in volume. Her toes curled slightly as she rested her legs up on his strong and broad shoulders. Her face and expression was one of bliss and enjoyment as she curled her fingers in his hair, rubbing gently at his scalp. She knew what he was getting at and she was fine with it. Her pussy oozed with her love juices as if to encourage him."Go on....eat me out....make me come. You seem to want me so badly." She moved her hips to press her pussy against his lips more firmly, indicating her consent to go ahead and do more. She wanted that long and skilled tongue buried inside her womanhood. The feeling of her fingers in his hair, gently scrapping against his scalp, caused a shiver to run down his spine. This... was an oddly comforting experience for him since she didn't seem to mind how he looked. The sounds of her moans only seemed to drive him on, especially as her long legs rested over his strong shoulders. As her sweet love juices leaked from her, he was eager to lap them up.When she finally spoke up and gave him permission to bring her to an orgasm, his eye swivelled up to her face before he nodded. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, his tongue dove into her pussy, reaching surprisingly deeply into her, at least several times longer than a normal human tongue. The powerful muscle swirled and twisted around inside of her in an amazing display of skill. His right hand came around her tigh and began to rub at her clit. If she wanted a show, he was going to give her one hell of a show. Salem let out soft moans as Headsman licked up her juices that flowed eagerly for him. She couldn t remember the last time anyone had made her feel good, and he was doing quite the good job.Her breath hitched in her throat as his tongue plunged into her pussy. How was it able to reach so deep and how was he so good with it? Those were the questions she would have asked if she wasn t now a moaning mess, pushing her hips up against his face eagerly, trying to make his tongue go deeper as her inner walls tightened around it. Ahhhhh Soooo good....more, Headsman...give me more! She commanded him between moans with lust as she let out a higher pitched moan as his fingers began to skillfully get to work on her sensitive clitoris. Telos had started modifying the Headsman in various ways to suit her needs, both in terms of what he could do for her and her sexual needs. Granted, the insane goddess never actually experienced sex itself, at least with a man. She used proxies and drained the memories and emotions from those proxies. She had others to fill the Headsman's shoes while he was gone, so it wasn't all that much of a loss.As she commanded for more, The Headsman nodded. His tongue went into overdrive, swirling and twisting ever so strongly inside of her, reaching almost to cervix. Feeling her walls tightening around the strong muscle, his tongue work around inside of her in tighter circles and movements. Meanwhile, his fingers worked her clit hard, rubbing and pinching it, grinding that sensitive nub between his fingers.Hearing her so pleased with the experience caused him to smirk a bit against her loins. No doubt it'd been a while for her and he was probably topping her charts in terms of lovers. He was indeed the best lover Salem could currently remember and she doubted she had actually had any better or even equal to him. Her eyes began to roll back in her head slightly as she arched her back with each thrust of her tongue. She let out a very long and powerful moan as she felt that long and magnificent tongue of his nearly reach her cervix. She had never felt a tongue so amazing.Her pussy and indeed her whole body was quivering for him, with the need and desire for release. She began to buck her hips against his face, pressing her pussy lips as closely as she could to his own face and lips, trying to get his tongue just that tiny bit deeper into her so it could lash at her cervix."Ahhhn Headsman! Good Your tongue is godly, wonderful I'm....almost " Salem let out mews and moans that did not befit her station one bit, but clearly showed her affection and lust for the man who was eating her out so skillfully, building her to her climax so quickly. Those unbefitting moans and mews of pleasure coming from such a haughty woman seemed to fuel a fire within him. As she bucked against his face, he tightened the grip on her thigh, trying to keep her nice and still for him, though he could guess what she wanted from him the tip of his tongue was almost there anyways. Pushing further against him, his tongue closed those bare few millimeters between his tongue and her cervix and began to lash against it.The Headsman's good eye looked back up at Salem. He could feel her orgasm fast approaching and from the feeling of it, it was going to be a good one. If she thought this one was going to be good, wait until she was orgasming on his cock. With a smirk against her loins, he pressed forward, his tongue continuing to whip up her pussy. His fingers continued to work her engorged clit, squeezing and rubbing at the nub.This was one hell of a warmup and if it didn't completely impress, then nothing would.

['Knight', 'Stonetelos', 'Khrnous', 'Natsume']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/95812/

WCIII: The Tale of Princess Artha (Kaybee x Drexel)

"Princess, we've been waiting here for hours, are you sure this friend is coming?"Artha straightened a little from where she'd begun to slouch slightly, leaning on the haft of her hammer. It was not an unpleasant day for waiting, sunlight shone on the silver trimmed blue of Lordaeron's standard and a gentle breeze shifted the grass around her feet, cooling her. Yet it was past noon by now, and standing for so long in full armor grew uncomfortable one way or another.Still... "I'm sure," she reassured the captain. "Jaina always runs a little late."Falric was a recent promotion, distinguished in her own service no less for his bravery and leadership after the previous captain of her personal guard was killed during the battle at Strahnbrad. The memory was bitter, she hadn't known the man long, but he had been loyal and faithful. Pushing herself away from the pain, Artha turned to worry instead. Wherewas Jaina? She was often late it was true, always wrapped up in her studies as she was, yet this was not the college at Dalaran. Surely something couldn't have happened to her, could it? Captain Falric, Princess Artha's right hand man and royal guard feels quite uneasy about this strange mission they are undertaking. Usually if its about slaying Orcs there will be more troops accompanying them but this time its just him and his royal princess, moreover waiting for someone claimed to be Princess Artha's close confidant means that the situation is more than just Orcs. His gut feeling is giving him an ominous mood. Not sooner just as Princess Artha ended her sentence, Captain Falric felt heavy thumps on the soil he is standing on, which tells him one thing from his experience from the Second War and that's nothing less than Ogres! With his already uneasy mood, Falric quickly readied his sword and proceeds a bit forward in front of the princess, there he sees Jaina sprinting from 2 Ogres chasing her."We must help her!"Jaina summons a water elemental to aid her in fending off the Ogres but Falric doubts the female wizard can handle the two lumbering giants. "lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" "Stay your blade captain." A gentle hand rises to quell the eager warrior with a gesture. "She can take care of herself." The water elemental is tall as the ogres but spindly and fluid, suggesting little in the way of durability, yet even as it's limb explodes into spray from the impact of a club the liquid is quick to reform, the 'injury' vanishing in seconds.Then it counterattacks, and the offending ogre is knocked into a tree, to be pinned there an instant latter under a withering hail of frostbolts while the elemental shifts its attention to his partner. In seconds, the skirmish has gone from a one sided flight to a total reversal as mage and familiar make their power know, forcing the ogres onto the back foot and then keeping them there.In a minute, it's all over and Artha feels a familiar smile creep over her features as she moves to meet her childhood friend. "Captain? Meet Jaina Proudmoore, special agent to the Kirin Tor and one of the finest sorceresses in the land.""Is that why you didn't come to help?""I figured you wouldn't have lost your touch " The banter is familiar, teasing, the two of them had been practically sisters once upon a time. "It's good to see you again Jaina.""You too Artha, it's been a while since royal guards escorted me anywhere,""Yes it has..." The silence stretches a moment as the princess shifts in her armour before she motions along the road. "I guess we should get underway?" Jaina just nods, "Our sources believe the plague originated in the region north of here. We should check out the villages along the King's Road.""Right." The captain watched with high tension as he observe the wizard fight off the giant savages, he makes sure that he will immediately enter the fray on the slightest bad circumatance, but seeing how relaxed his royal princess is, Falric felt at ease with his grip on the sword. He was quite astonished on how the wizard dispatched the two ogres without much trouble, indeed they are still the alliance's trump card when it comes to unconventional warfare.Pleasantries were immediately exchanged as soon as the female wizard went to converse with Princess Artha, of course Falric displayed his courtesy to Jaina with a salute as she was introduced to him.And immediately the party of three went to the agenda at hand and now Falric learned that it is something about a plague, strange to hear things like this as he never recall Orcs doing such a widescale atrocious method like poisoning for territorial denial. Yes, his gut feeling was correct that something doesn't bode well.The party went across the first part of the village where some of village girls greet the princess, its true that Artha's radiating beauty is the envy of many women across Lordaeron but too bad Jaina wasn't noticed. Some of the women looked in awe as they could only dreamed of having a beauty and grace like the princess, well if only they knew of the sordid acts she did in Strahnbrad.Marie Claire Antoinette: Look! It's Princess Artha.But quickly a village named Stacie noted the party that something is wrong on the bridgeStacie: Princess Artha! There's something amiss at the bridge ahead!Just a couple of clicks away from Stacie's house, a small number of villagers are gathered in front of a broken bridge, confused as they have no idea who cut the bridge.Achilles: Milady, someone has destroyed the bridge from the far side of the river! There is another way to cross, but it is not as safe as it used to be.Great, now things are getting more unnerving for the captain. In another time, Artha would have suspected orcs immediately. The savages were not particularly intelligent, but they understood war and cunning. Still, there had been no reports of them this far North."If I did not know better, I would say someone is trying to slow us down..." The murmur was quiet, though Jaina delivered a worried look in return."Are you so certain you know better?"The princess ignored the quip for a moment, informing the gathered villagers. "We must press North, where is this other route of which you speak?"A few minutes explanation and an offer of a guide was politely refused before they were on the road again, making a slightly more hurried pace towards the ford he'd mentioned. These paths were dustier and less used, but Artha moved faster, concern furrowing her brow faintly. "I am not certain... In fact, I am concerned." She muttered to Jaina as they walked. "I would like to believe that this is a poor coincidence, but I have a feeling that perhaps it is not, and if that is the case..."She trailed off, unwilling to voice that thought. Hopefully this crossing was not far. She did not like the idea of being delayed... The party needed to go further up north for a long cut to the town's proper. Meanwhile, as they trek on the grassy road, the party came across a clearing where a larger farm is situated, there a lone farmer stands in front of his large house but too bad for him he did not notice the champions of Lordaeron coming towards him. Although it seems that the party will not bother him but unfortunately for this lone farmer he seems to attract trouble on his own doing.As the idiot as he is Garglemel the lone farmer quickly got nervous and panicked the moment he saw Princess Artha, as a result he proactively mentioned something he shouldn't have.Garglemel: Milady! If this is about taxes, I can explain!The fool said it out loud frantically as he shakes in fear, thinking that his property will be seized this day. He gulped seeing the frowned eyes of the princess whom he just called the attention. Artha had noted the farmer in the back of her mind but saw little of note until he spoke up, blurting out a confession of some sort. She halted there, her eyes sliding over, piercing sapphires pinning him in place with a cool stare."Your taxes?" Her voice is cool and she moves again, this time stepping towards him. She does not actually tower over him, she's an inch or two shorter than the farmer on the whole but she exudes a presence that makes her loom despite that slight difference in height. Golden hair waving slightly in the breeze and heavy warhammer resting in her hand."You say you can explain..." She prompts. Garglemel trembled further as the princess gets closer to him, for some reason he could not move his body as if fear itself has gripped him like a man catching a rat with his bare hand. Her gaze is truly a striking look that gave his heart a real heavy feeling, moreover her intimidating maul that looks like its eager to be swung across his face.At this moment Garglemel just don't know what to say as he couldn't figure what he just spilled."Y y y ess..... milady.... uhhh... uhhh you see... I I I just lost.... a lot of .... money in th th the.... tavern..."His gaping mouth is trembling rapidly to the point that his teeth could remain chattering forever. Having nothing else to think off, Garglemel thought of the only sane option that he can hand out."I I can only pay..... a a quarter of the whole tax..... P p please come inside with me for a moment.... so I can hand over the compromises."Manners aside, Garglemel quickly heads to the door and opens it while gesturing only to the princess to come with him inside indicating that he wants to settle the "problem" privately. Falric could only sighed in this ridiculousness, he stayed on the fence guarding as he waits for the princess to be done with this unexpected yet troublesome interruptionInside, Garglemel is in a hurry for the key to the trap door leading to the basement. Not minding that the Princess of Lordaeron is the guest of his house.Once he had found the key, he looks over the princess like a deer on the headlights. "Oh.... please please come with me down here, I will hand over the compromise."The farmer opens the trap door and goes down the basement rummaging over some chest to get the gold. Artha sets her warhammer in the dirt with a heavy thump , leaning its haft up against the side of the house as she nods. "Lead the way then." She is still in full armor and even unarmed she is easily a farmer's match in raw strength. To say nothing of her greater skill in combat and her command of the Light. She signs a quick 'wait here' as she steps into the shadows of the house' interior, her eyes adjusting to the light as she regards the farmer bent over a trap door in the floor.Lordaeron's taxes are not excessive, and she regards the chest from over his shoulder with a critical eye. It seems surprisingly full, considering his excuses.She waits, hips cocked, one eyebrow raised as she watches Garglemel. "Are you certain you haven't enough?" "Y yes milady... This is only gold I have to pay a quarter of my taxes.... Please... I hope you consider this compromise as I have other debts to pay..." Garglemel hands over a pouch of gold to the princess. In an instant however, a naughty idea came to his mind: Garglemel was once a conscript during the second war, fighting alongside with the elves have earned him some of their small tokens of appreciation, but now that he is leading a life of a farmer, those trinkets are now useless to him, so it would be better to go in hands of the princess."UH uh....milady I have some things here given to me by the elves some time ago, you might it useful on your journeys..... Here take this small book, the elves told me that it invigorates one's vitality." The tome has a pandaren face on the cover indicating that its a Manual of Health. Garglemel had a lustful thought, seeing the princess waiting with cocked hips had given him a dirty urge that pushes him to cross a line that might put him to his utter demise, but rationality aside he still attempted it. "Uh...Princess.... if I may..... request one thing from you....Can I touch your body? I its just that I find you very beautiful and attractive, I I just want to see and feel your breasts with my hands...." Garglemel just requested a sleazy thing that could get him killed at the very hands of the princess of Lordaeron. He waits frozen in fear as his fate might be sealed by Artha's response. Artha's eyes narrowed a fraction at the bold request, the faint tap of her fingers restlessly moving against her armored thigh going silent as she stilled. That was beyond the pale, bold to the point that many would call it foolishness, or perhaps 'suicide' given Artha's reputation. She was known to be kind and fair yes, but she was also known to be zealous and to have something of a temper, even if she did her best to keep her impulses in check. Most would expect such an impertinence to be punished in an instant, but despite the sudden tension in the Princess' stance, immediate retribution was not forthcoming.No... As the seconds ticked by in silence Artha found to her own surprise that she was actually considering the question. There was a certain audacity to it, despite the unpaid taxes that were largelyremaining unpaid, despite the cringing demeanor, this man was bold enough to ask such a thing of her.Slowly, she removed one gauntlet, bared fingers shifting to toy with one of the catches of her breastplate, an idea forming in her mind. "And why should I do this when you are shirking your kingdom's due?" Her voice was silken, dangerous, yet the questioning tone was genuine,implicative even. Suggesting that perhaps if he were able to do better on his duty to Lordaeron, his princess might be more willing to consider his plea. For a moment, Garglemel's heart raced even further upon seeing the princess' eye frowned, fearing for the worst that he could be beaten to a pulp or get his house burned along with him. In reality Garglemel doesn't even know what he is doing anymore, before, he got the slight reckless bravado in asking a very insolent request thinking that he can grasp the impossible but now that the princess is showing off a seemingly infuriated face, Garglemel could not move his muscle and his legs were trembling like a house shaking on an earthquake while still waiting for the worse to come, every second of silence felt like being choked to a slow death. Oh how he wish that the princess would miraculously agree to his ridiculous request.Garglemel's eyes grew wide when the princess removed her gauntlet fearing that she might go personal in beating him but then a feeling of sudden excitement rushed all over his body when he saw her hand going for the harness of the breastplate, at that moment he thought his wish was granted but his effervescent feeling suddenly got snatched in an instant as Artha ask him a very hard to lie to kind of question.He stifled as his mind is confused on constructing a viable excuse, "Milady, I know this is very ridiculous but never in my life that I tried to run away from debts, yes I am slacking off in rendering my taxes this time but I've always laid down my life for land. Its just that its been a long time since I held a woman in my arms and I just hope that you would be the one to lift me up in these weary times.Having said that Garglemel now looked sorry, its like seeing a treasure but only for it to vanish in a snap of a finger. Hopefully Artha would show her kind heart and give him a taste of royal leniency. Another long silence, broken only by the click of the buckle, opening, closing,tic tic, tic tic. Artha's hand stilled, the buckle remained open, and the princess heaved a long suffering sigh before removing her other gauntlet and unlatching the opposite clasps as well. "Very well." She acquiesced as the breastplate came away, the padded shirt beneath clinging to her body, leaving only the details to the imagination as she carefully shed her pauldrons as well.It was surprisingly easy, oh there wassome embarrassment to be sure but ever since strahnbrad, the crushing sense of shame that came from this felt... Muted. Distant. Not nearly so real as it once had. Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment but hardly the crimson of shame."I will be making note of this stead, your taxes will be expected paid soon." She did fully intend to make note once this situation was resolved. "And of course, you will never speak of this instance to another soul." Artha's shirt peeled away from skin that gleamed faintly with sweat, exposing her toned stomach and narrow waist. Only her breastband stood in the way now, and as the cool air caught her skin her nipples stiffened in response, hardening against the fabric.Her hand paused, poised at the hem of the royal blue fabric that preserved her modesty. "Do I make myself clear?" Every second that passes by in silence makes the sleazy farmer more and more tense. His whole body surging with fever of lust which he cannot wait to unleash, like a crack addict who is about to go for a withdrawal. The princess is clearly familiar on how to keep a sexual tension, indeed it puts Garglemel in a complete state of suspense that made him sweat as if he had plowed a farm for a whole day without rest.And then his excitement rushed through his veins once again as the princess finally took off her dwarven forged breastplate, Garglemel almost salivate at the sight of his princess clad in her tight shirt which gave a prominent figure of her ample bosoms. "Yes... yes!" Garglemel spoke like hungry mongrel who looks happy at the sight of a big meal to be served as he acknowledged of the conditions and expectation set for him, of course Garglemel would never share stories about this "miracle" to anyone, for him, he has lived the dream!His eyes grew wide even more when Artha pulled off her tight black shirt and in doing so revealing her slightly sweating cleavage that are glistening like porcelain! Not only that, he could also see the mark of her stiffened nipples from her silk blue breastband! Oh he cannot wait any further to get his hands on the princess' soft ample breasts! Then as the princess paused to clarify the condition, Garglemel strangely got the strength to finally moved his feet to walk in front of his princess and genuflected just 3 feet away from her.... Abdomen, its like he is about to worship her body like a sacred idol. Lust seems to give men the ability to do many weird things. "Yeeeeessss you highness! I will never forget thy commandments!" His hands reaching out like a believer who is about to receive a miraculous blessing! For a moment she breathed out, nearly driven to take a step back at the manic zeal etching itself over the man's face, but she firmed her resolve, and pulled.The breastband slipped up and over, catching for the barest of moments on her nipples, making her breasts bounce with the motion as she tugged it upwards, then smoothed where it hung around her neck. "See that you don't." She muttered, but for all that the tone was irritated there was no heat in it. Artha bit the inside of her lip. Why do this? Why allow this to happen? Because he asked, but was that really reason enough to let him touch her? To let him claim intimacy with her?Yet at the same time as embarrassment swirled, excitement churned deep within. Something deep down finding a thrill in the danger, in the perversion, in thewrongness of it all...

['Artha', 'Falric', 'Jaina', 'Lordaeron']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/95894/

Pokemon Research [Azecreth & Rosina]

It was a sunny day, the perfect time for one to begin their Pokemon adventure. Many would set out with starry eyes and a Pokemon at their side, eager to challenge the many gym leaders and collect the badges that would mark them as experienced veterans of the Indigo League. A few would be interested in photography, while others would be more interested in collecting materials that would help groom their Pokemon to perfection for the various beauty pageants that took place for Pokemon in other regions. There were many reasons one could choose to go out on an adventure.For Scarlett, her adventure would find her beginning on what might be considered familiar ground. Route 1 between Pallet Town and Viridian City was likely one that she had traveled upon frequently, though this would be the first time she did so without her father accompanying her on some business or other. It was also the first time that she had done so in her new quest, as she set out to learn and engage in the sort of research that would make her a world renowned scientist.there was nary a cloud in the sky, and the dirt path winding through the grassland stretched out before her. She couldn't see any Pokemon at the moment, though they were probably lurking in the tall grass somewhere along the way. With all her gear, and trusty Pokedex, Scarlett was all set to get underway. Professor Oak had advised that she get set up in Viridian City before beginning her research, though of course she wasn't compelled to listen to him if she didn't want to! Heavy boots padded softly on the dirt path. A sixteen year old female who is a little on the tall side sauntered towards Viridian just as her father suggested. She had long brilliant red hair that was slightly curled and flowed down all the way to to her plump ass catching the breeze easily and dancing behind her as she moved. This was perhaps her most distinguished feature and had earned her the nickname Red among some. She had fair white skin that contrasted with her bright hair and bold blue eyes, which seemed to give her a commanding presence even among men and provided her with an unquestionable beauty. Light freckling on her nose and upper cheeks distinguished itself from her otherwise blemish free visage and resulted in her looking youthful. Her build resembled an hourglass with maturing breasts and thick hips on either side of her relatively thin waist.Scarlett was wearing the type of flamboyant outfit you could only expect from a trainer, a mix between a whore and an adventurer, but confident enough to prove that she was neither: A cloth red miniskirt that showed off her luscious thighs, a matching short sleeved blouse that frilled an inch or two past her waist crisscrossed with a variety of pouches, bags, sacks, and belts kept vials, notepads, and a modified pokedex which she used for research particular form of research. Her boots were a similar red and they climbed far up her calves her panties on the other hand were a cute pink that grasped tightly onto her pussy and showed a noticeable cameltoe whenever someone took an easy glance beneath her skirt. Although these panties were tight and uncomfortable on her now they were her favorite pair from when she was younger so she wore them for good luck with her impending adventure.The young professoress was very surprised that her father had finally consented to her will to go out on her own and study Pokemon first hand, and moments later here she was as prepared as her eagerness would allow her: starting her adventure. Aside from gear she would need to research she hadn't packed anything that would aid in extending her life. She was so naive that she failed to even pack a pokeball. So with what little thought she allowed through her excitement she made her way confidently down the path. As she got underway, Red would notice that there weren't many other travelers out today. Pallett Town was somewhat out of the way so it didn't get all that much traffic in the first place, so having the road to herself was fairly easy. Up ahead Pidgeys flew and she would be able to hear trees rustling in the wind. Doubtlessly there were Pokemon about, but they weren't bothering her while she was on the road. Still, it offered her the perfect opportunity to think ahead and plan what she would do once she got to Viridian City. Or to daydream. Either was possible.Still, not everything was quite so easy. The lack of travelers meant there was relatively little maintenance done here, so she would need to follow a circuitous route northwards, one that did pass through Pokemon infested tall grass. One easy way to avoid danger would have been to have a Pokemon cut down the grass in the area around her and scare them off, but she didn't have one with her to do that. She would just have to risk the danger.It was a risk that paid off for a while, at least until she was on the final stretch to Viridian City. She'd hear it first, a rustling the grass that seemed to grow nearer and in front of her, her path cut off. With bated breath the intruder would soon emerge, a Rattatta emerging and hissing at hr with sharp teeth bared. "Rat tatta tat!" he snarled, tail sharp and alert. It gave no indication of what it wanted, though it was clearly not happy. She was going to have to think quickly if she did not want to be sent scurrying home with her tail between her legs. Scarlett was very happy to be out on her own, even in the familiar route from her village to the nearest town she felt so much freer than she ever had before when traveling with her father. It was as if the whole world was in the palm of her hand, she could do anything she wanted, go anywhere she wanted, her potential was limitless. And with her thoughts set on the mysterious and highly undiscovered field of Pokemon breeding, she was confident that with enough effort she could become the most famous Pokemon researcher there ever was, everyone would know the name Professoress Oak! Little did she know just how much it would cost her to reach that fame, and how much infamy might be tied to her name.The researcheress watched as Pidgeys flew above her, and glanced around at the other clear signs of Pokemon, but her intents were sure for now, unless two Pokemon were basically just fucking right in front of here, her main priority would be to get to Viridian. Scarlett wasn't afraid of Pokemon, after all Pokemon have always seemed to love her in particular whenever they were around: and even if her father often worried about her safety, it wasn't like people ever got attacked by Pokemon when they didn't deserve it. She had no intention of poking the Ursaring, she just wanted to watch it breed and take notes. If she had known the reason why Pokemon were so attracted to her she certainly would think differently, but she didn't yet so she just hummed jovially and practically started to skip as she made her way down the path."Oh!" Scarlett gasped out in surprise as her bold blue eyes narrowed down on the encroaching Rattatta, hissing at her threateningly."Oh geez, you scared me little Rattatta!" She let out in a soothing voice before dropping down to a vulnerable crouched position, revealing the cute pink panties beneath her miniskirt easily to the small Pokemon as well as the clear cameltoe that hid beneath. She then slowly proposed an open palm to the creature, holding her delicate hand out to it cordially before giving it a warm smile. The Rattatta glared at her for a few moments longer, clearly not pleased with her presence for some reason or other. Yet as she crouched and offered her hand he seemed to relax, or at least give up on outright hostility for a more guarded presence. Perhaps it was because the Pokemon knew she wasn't a threat, or it was because of the view that she had given it as she was sitting down. She probably wouldn't mind too much when compared to the result she just got.After a few moments it nudged closer, brushing against her hand with its head as a way of petting itself, or perhaps marking her. She did have an incredible luck when it came to getting along with Pokemon, and that seemed to be on display now. Of course, if she did try to leave just now the Rattatta would follow, but it wouldn't go to0 far along with her. Perhaps she had merely stumbled into its territory. It would make the hostility understandable.Then agaiibn, she could always stick around and follow it. Maybe she would learn something if she did. What would be the harm? Scarlett's smile widened as she watched the Pokemon's hostility melt right before her eyes. She had always known that she had a special connection to Pokemon, and that connection was proving already to be a great asset to her research and the adventure that came along with it. The researcheress had no clue that the amazing view of her cameltoe might have been influencing the Rattata, in fact if someone had mentioned that she would have laughed in their face everyone knows that Pokemoncan't mate with humans so in her mind the only reason why it relaxed was because of her natural luck and calm demeanor."Hehe Well aren't you such a cutie?" The girl giggled out playfully as the Rattata rubbed itself against her delicate hand. She then slowly responded by petting the top of it's head with her thumb. Now that the Pokemon had proved itself friendly Scarlett squatted down even further until her plump, milky white ass nearly brushed against the dirty pathway, her cute pink panties digging down even deeper into her skin revealing a cameltoe so clear that it was almost like she could get fucked right though the pink fabric. The researcheress used her other hand to steady herself, placing it gently down on the dirt, as she gave the Rattata a full on pet down.Scarlett was enjoying her time with the little Pokemon for now, her full focus on it as she set to softly pleasuring it. For right now she was more than content playing with her new friend, at least temporarily. Rattata purred happily, appreciating the soft touch that groomed his fur and also appreciating the view that she offered him. Normally a Pokemon such as himself would not have cared for this sort of thing, but there was just something about this human that was defying the norm. She just...smelled like a female Rattata, and was showing off so much. How was a poor Pokemon like him to resist that?With the trainer seemingly intent on petting all of it, the Rattata used the opportunity to wriggle forwards a bit, slipping its head beneath her skirt while she was otherwise distracted. Hot breath washed over her panties, the Pokemon practically licking its lips at the sight. It wouldn't leap in right away, after all it had to make sure that she saw the value in it as a mate. That was just how this sort of thing worked, at least for the particular group that he was in.His efforts soon began, nose practically buried in her crotch as his tail wagged, before his tongue flashed out to brush against her panties, pressing against the skin beneath the taut fabric. He was taking things in a direction that she likely didn't expect, but he was certainly eager, and unless she did something he was not planning on stopping any time soon as he went about his 'audition'. Though she might notice the slowly growing cock in turn, a sign of his own growing arousal as his hormones started to get the best of him. Scarlett continued to pet at the Rattata merrily as it's head slipped beneath her skirt and she felt the ever so soft warmth of it's breathing against her tight pink panties. When he disappeared out of her sight, rushing beneath her skirt, she just giggled out,"Hehe What are you doing down there?" It wasn't until he felt his nose ram against her crotch and attempt to bury itself against her panties that she figured out that something is off."Oh! H Hey, th that isn't a toy!!" She let out in surprise, her soft countenance burning with a cute pink blush as her hands shot beneath her skirt in an attempt to defend her panties. As the Pokemon was still hidden beneath her skirt she couldn't see it's growing arousal, and she still thought it was just doing some weird form of playing so she remained crouched, relying on her dainty hands to protect her pussy from it's teasing. Though he hadn't really gotten anything to indicate her willingness as of yet, Rattata was pleased to find that she was still willing to engage with him. It might not have been her intent, but he knew the steps of this game and was determined to show that he would not be daunted by the opposition that she put up. It was just something that he would have to surpass to prove he should be her mater.So he went to work, leaning forward and nipping at her fingers, when he was not applying his rogue tongue or trying to nudge them out of the way. Nothing too violent, but he would keep up with a determined battering until her hands moved out of the way. Once they did he would be quick to resume what he had been doing before, unheeding of her claim that it wasn't a toy to play with. he had something much different in mind, and she would have to do something if she wanted to dissuade this determined Rattata! Perhaps to the Rattata her defense was nothing but a challenge to force him to prove that he was determined to take her, but Scarlett was absolutely not interested in having a dirty wild Pokemon anywhere near her cute pink panties, and definitely no where near the virgin pussy and untouched asshole that resided beneath her tight pink fabric . The feeling of it's dangerous mouth nibbling, licking, and nudging at her dainty fingers only made her more worried, it would be really hard to explain to her father what happened if she came home with a Pokemon bite on her cunt! Her hands darted off her panties and around the Rattata in response, turning her pussy's defense to offense when she suddenly felt something warm, hot, and sticky pressing against the palm of her hand. The researcheress had no clue that she had accidentally gripped the Rattata's erecting cock, but the feeling of it pressing against her sent her hands retreating away before she wiped them against her miniskirt in disgust, trying to clean off whatever weird thing thing she pressed her hands on."What was tha Ah! I said stop...!" Scarlett squeaked out as she endured the Rattata's nose burying into her vulnerable crotch and digging deeper and deeper into her cameltoe. The girl's countenance burned even bright with pink blush before she finally surged up to her feet in an attempt to escape the Pokemon's lust. As she hopped up her long coat of brilliant red hair, and her matching miniskirt shot up with her before bouncing in open air. Standing up effectively brought an end to the play that was going on, if only because he didn't have the height to follow her up that high. Instead he backed up a few steps, looking up at her as he rubbed against her legs for a few moments longer. Rejection hurt, but there were other females out there. He would just have to try again later. Perhaps she saw his cock, but if she didn't then so much the better for her at least. That wasn't something she would want to worry about on her travels.Tail waving in the air, he then turned and plunged into the tall grass, soon vanishing from sight. Even if she ran after him it would be difficult to keep sight, with how adept the Pokemon was in using the grass and foliage to mask itself. It might be worth just leaving it alone, and carrying on to Viridian City. There would be more Rattata out there, right? Scarlett stood tall and looked down at the Rattata scornfully for not obeying her orders to stop playing with her panties as it rubbed itself against her soft calves. She knew that it was a wild Pokemon but she had never seen them do something like that before. The girl caught the sight of his erect cock dancing beneath him, but only for a moment as she blinked and it was gone. All that remained was the sight of the Pokemon disappearing into the grass and swiftly vanishing from her vision. 'Did that Pokemon just have an erection...?' She thought to herself curiously but her face's burning blush convinced her to shake her head free of the thought. 'Of course it didn't! Get your mind out of the gutter Scarlett, you are here to study Pokemon breeding so of course you'd think about stuff like that!' She rationalized.Now that her little Pokemon play pal was off she certainly wasn't going to chase it. After all petting the Rattata was just a distraction from her actual adventure! So she took a deep breath, her cute nose flaring up and her sweet lips parting as she let it out in an attempt to recompose herself. In a short moment her blush faded to a soft pink glow and she once again set off down the road toward Viridian, just as cheerful and dedicated as before. With the pesky Rattata out of the way, there were no other further difficulties in the way as she headed to Viridian City. Soon enough she left the grassy path and entered the outskirts of the City, passing by houses and the occasional Pokemart on her way to the center of town. It wasn't a massive place, not like Goldenrod in Johto Region, but it sported a bustling city life. Being the gateway to the Elite Four certainly helped with that, ensuring that it saw a constant influx of trainers who were eager to test their mettle and usually had a lot of money to spend.That also meant, as far as Scarlett was concerned, that the closer she got to town the more Pokemon she saw. Some were wild, but most belonged to one trainer or another. They came in many types and varieties, from dark types to steel, to fighting. There were some battles going on that she could see if passing by, though obviously she wouldn't get much research done as far as mating went simply by looking while walking down the street. But the kinds of pokemon she could see surely made up for it. Now she just had to decide how she wanted to proceed as she arrived near the town center. Maybe stop at the local Pokemart, or maybe an inn?Or should she get right to research? Surely somebody would be willing to volunteer if she asked! Scarlett's bold blue eyes darted around eagerly as she entered Viridian City. The girl had, of course, been here many times and she was more than used to that actual layout of the city however, every time she came here she would see all different types of people from places she had barely even heard of, and more importantly, their unique Pokemon! This time was no different and she found herself staring at all the Pokemon she had only ever seen in books before, more than once. She stopped for quick moments to observer some of the battles going on before continuing on her journey with a gleeful skip that sent her hair and skirt bouncing up in a brilliant unison, revealing teasing glimpses of her cute pink panties and the tight cameltoe that resided beneath them to all around her.The researcheress was a bit clueless on how to start off her journey proper. She had, in her naive opinion, all that she needed: being the special Pokedex in her pocket and the comfy clothes on her cunt. And she had more than enough energy to forgo a stay at the Inn, so with a reckless eagerness she set towards the nearest path out of the city and into the wilds with the hopes of just stumbling onto a pair of mating wild Pokemon. Perhaps her plan was a bit hopeful but in the vastly mysterious field of wild Pokemon breeding her plan was just as likely to succeed as anyone else's! Scarlett's can do attitude was on display as she spent only a little time in the city before plunging back out into the wilds to see if she could find some Pokemon. It seemed like there was no lack of confidence, though whether it was founded was another story entirely. As she left town she was sized up by a few trainers, only for them to notice that she didn't have a Pokemon with her and turned their attention elsewhere. They weren't particularly interested in people they couldn't test their skills against.Of wild pokemon, at first there was nothing more interesting than migrating Magikarp, and they weren't particularly interesting to watch. The terrain grew a bit more rocky as she went along. At least it was still a nice day for a walk, meaning there was nothing to curb her enthusiasm or reduce her energy as she sought out her prey. And it wasn't late either, meaning she had plenty of time for it.Eventually she found what she was looking for, hearing some rustling in the distance. Colors peeked out between bushes, and moving closer she would find a small group of Nidorans playing with each other, bounding across a small slope, around bushes, and generally keeping active. Nobody was having sex yet but there were definitely females there. Maybe it was just a matter of waiting and keeping out of sight? It was a bit odd to Scarlett, not only not being the center of attention, but barely even being noticed as she wasn't a trainer. Back in Pallet town everyone knew her name, not only due to her famous father Professor Oak, but also because of her unparalleled beauty. Any man and most women of the village would have given up anything to be the source of her affections. Yet she didn't entirely mind the anonymity of being able to stroll through town without being particularly noticed. Of course she did appreciate the smiles and dedication of her town's peoples but now it was as if she could experience the world with fresh, unfiltered eyes.At first her journey was a little boring as she skipped along the waters in search of sex, of course in her eyes she wasn't searching for sex, she was merely researching a perfectly benign field of study. Luckily she had no limit of enthusiasm as her eyes danced all about the scene in search of something new. Even the simple Magikarp couldn't allude her dedicated gaze as she peered deep into the water in search of mating Pokemons, not that she quite knew what she was looking for as a nubile virgin.When she heard rustling off in the distance her natural curiosity was more than enough to steal her away from the path and she found herself crouching low to the ground, to the point that the tips of her skirt and hair almost brushed against the dirt, before creeping forward into the brush. Her bold blue eyes widened joyously as she witnessed the group of playing Pokemon before her, and it was exceedingly easy for a researcheress to tell the differences between a female and male Nidoran. So if she found a suitable mix of genders she would take a seat and watch on: pressing her cute pink panties against the dirt as she settled down. If they knew that she was there the Nidoran didn't seem to indicate it as they went about playing with each other. The only difficulty might be keeping track of all of them, but so long as she knew where most of them were the lost fragments tended to show up sooner or later. Though this itself might be frustrating for her given what could be happening off in the shadows. After all, it was unlikely that an orgy was liable to break out right in front of her, much though she might want it to happen.She wouldn't have too long to observe before someone noticed her presence, and made themselves known by tapping her on the shoulder and distracting from her observation. "Hey," the boy hissed with a frown, brown hair waving in front of his eyes as he shot her an annoyed look. He was a trainer it seemed, and he was none too pleased that she was there. "Yuou'd better not be thinking of stealing one of them. I was here first so I get dibs."Well, at least she didn't have to deal with a competitor for her research, right? Even though she initially was very dedicated to looking for something that benefited her research, and only that, she swiftly found herself contented to just watch all the Nidoran run about and play with one another. Just this alone was a rare sight for most, seeing wild Pokemon play, it was very relaxing and more than welcomed by the relatively sheltered researcheress. Yet she did find her eyes peering desperately into the shadows whenever a couple of Nidoran disappeared out of her gaze: especially if those Nidoran were both male and female."Oh!" Scarlett squeaked out in surprise as she felt the presence against her shoulder, her bold blue eyes shooting back towards the boy before narrowing on him with a sigh of relief. She was zoning out to the view and entirely unprepared for his encounter."Geez!" She let out in an annoyed whisper before settling down. A little embarrassed that the boy had scared her so,"I'm not a trainer." She said simply before gesturing to her utter absence of Pokeballs as proof. Her new companion shot her a skeptical look, both as she leapt in surprise before explaining that she wasn't a trainer. She probably wasn't coming off as all that impressive, which would explain his current attitude towards her. Yet once she had had the opportunity to recover he could look for himself, and he grudgingly conceded that she might be what she said she was. There weren't many other explanations at the moment."Okay," he replied, glancing forward to make sure that the Nidoran hadn't heard them and made a run for it in the short duration that they had been chatting. Only once he had would he return his attention to her. "If you're not a trainer then why are you hiding here in the bushes watching those Pokemon like some kind of perv?" he asked, still wearing a frown even as he relaxed a bit. This was going to be an interesting thing to explain, that much was certain. Scarlett's face would glow with a gentle pink blush as the trainer boy insinuated that she was some kind of pervert stalking in the bushes. Her sweet lips would part as she was just about to explain her research but her face would only flush with a more noticeable blush as she realized that, even though completely valid, the topic of her research would no doubt make her seem like more of a pervert! So instead the girl just sat there for a quick moment, lips parted and blushing, before swiftly hiding her face in her shoulder as a concession that she had no way of explaining herself without seeming like a pervert.'How am I ever going to become the leading researcheress in the field of wild Pokemon mating if I can't even explain my studies to a boy!' She thought to herself in a mix of shame and ambitious annoyance as she began to squirm shyly under the gaze of the trainer, her cute pink panties dancing across the dirt beneath her as she swayed back and forth. With her attention purposely diverted the boy had the perfect opening to appreciate her provocative apparel and sultry body at his leisure. "Uh huh. That's what I thought," the boy replied as he observed her embarrassed reaction. If he hadn't thought that she was a pervert before, he definitely did now. Still, to each their own he guessed. As long as it didn't get in the way of what he wanted to do then she could do whatever creepy things involving Pokemon that she wanted to. But this was definitely one of the weirder encounters that he had ever had, if that was any sort of thing to be proud of.At the same time he was free to admire the girl as she shifted in place, way more sexy looking than she probably planned to be. Or maybe she had planned it. After all she had all but admitted to being a pervert. Still, if that was the case then he was not going to look amiss at the opportunity to ogle someone who was offering.Yet once he had had his fill he turned away from her, taking a Pokeball in his hand as he returned to watching the two Nidoran in the clearing. "Well, I'm going to catch at least one of them. You do whatever you want afterwards," he warned her. She would have a few seconds to make an effort to stop him, and if not then he would llaunch his assault. He was going to capture one of them, one way or another! It wasn't until the boy spoke up about his will to catch one of the playing Nidoran that Scarlett was snapped out of her embarrassment, her gaze dashing back towards the trainer as her bold blue eyes stared up at him. Part of her wanted to tell him not to, after all she was observing them and he might scare them away. Yet at the same time she had never really seen a Pokemon get captured in person, of course she had read about it she had read about everything to do with Pokemon, that was the biggest reason she decided on her research because she couldn't find any books to read on the topic so she just gave the boy a curious nod."Good luck!" She let out cheerily before pulling herself up onto her knees so that she could get a better view of the impending capture attempt, her cute pink panties now dashed with dry dirt from her inadvertent grinding. Without anyone to stop him, the boy quietly crept forward. Once he was near the edge of the clearing he tossed out the Pokeball, releasing a Poochyena from its hold. "Go get 'em Spike," he told him. Eagerly nodding, the Poochyena turned and charged into action as the battle began.Taken by surprise, the two Nidoran were understandably quick to stop what they were doing when faced with an immediate threat. With Poochyena charged at them though there wasn't much time to react, meaning that only one of them was able to get away. In this case it was the female, while her counterpart took the brunt of the hit from the sudden onslaught. One vanished into the underground while the other was sent tumbling from the tackle."Ran ran," the Nidoran exclaimed as it turned to face the Poochyena, growling as it prepared for a fight. At the same time the boy emerged, to better command now that the element of surprise wasn't a factor. "Come on Spike. use a Bite attack," he called. The battle would be fierce, and from her perspective Scarlett would be able to see most of it as it happened. Scarlett tensed up on her knees as she watched the trainer approach, solely focused on the impending encounter she had the pleasure of spectating, as she rose slightly she pushed her ass back off her heels and exposed a portion of her cute pink panties from beneath her miniskirt."Oh!" She squeaked in admiration as the boy summoned a Poocheyena to do battle for him. Poocheyena was among the large group of Scarlett's favorite Pokemon, she adored all Pokemon that shared canine properties and fantasized about roaming with a pack of wolf like Pokemon at her side.The researcheress visibly flinched from the impact of the tackle as she witnessed the Nidoran forced backwards. If it weren't so common, and Pokemon so easy to heal with proper treatment, Scarlett would decry this violence but in reality she enjoyed it! The girl found herself leaning forward and raising up on her knees until she was almost entirely out of her hiding spot, enjoying the tension of the battle, and revealing more and more of her luscious thighs and tight panties to any creature more concerned with her than the fight as she pushed her ass back in the air. It was hardly what one would call the height of Pokemon battling, with a relatively new trainer, two relatively weak Pokemon, and low stakes, yet it seemed to be thrilling for Scarlett nonetheless. At least one did not have to look hard to determine how much she was getting into the whole thing, rising up to watch with a growing intensity. One might wonder if she had chosen the wrong sort of occupation, if this was the sort of reaction battling got from her.But she would very quickly have something else on her mind. The only warning would be the rustling of bushes and the sound of foot on dirt before something slammed into her from behind. The solid mass of muscle sent her bowling over, ending with her attacker poised on top of her as they returned to the safe cover of the bushes."Nidorino Rin Rino," her attacker exclaimed, leaving no doubt as to what was going on. It could be that the Pokemon had been drawn by the fight, with said Nidorino racing to the defense of its fellows against the aggressive trainer who had attacked their territory for no reason. But another reason seemed more likely, as Scarlett would feel something prod against her panties with the Nidorino having no intention of moving. With the other trainer nearby oblivious to her fate, it was left to Scarlett to decide what to do. Call out, and risk further humiliation? Or remain at the mercy of this Nidorino until it was satisfied? Even though the fight was very low quality as far as Pokemon fights went, and she had certainly seen more valiant fights on TV, there was something enrapturing about experiencing one in person. Scarlett's bold blue eyes were watching the fight with such attention that she was completely oblivious to the sounds of something approaching behind her."Ah!" Scarlett squeaked out in surprise, and her bold blue eyes shot wide open as she went tumbling forward violently onto her hands and knees, her dainty palms crashing into the dirt and getting covered with mud a she barely managed to stop herself from faceplanting. With her ass floating up in the air behind her the miniskirt she wore wasn't protecting anything, all of her luscious thighs and her cute pink panties would be completely revealed to her attacker and any other creature the doggy style position she was forced into yanked the fabric of her panties so tightly against her virgin pussy that her cameltoe would become so clear it looked as if she could be fucked right through it.'What's going on!' The researcheress thought in a complete panic but right as she was about to scream that she was being attacked she heard the Nirorino's call and a wave of relaxation rushed over her."G Geez what are you doing!" Scarlett let out in an almost playful tone before weakly attempting to push the Nidorino mounting her off, clearly entirely unaware of all the danger she truly was in. The combination of her initial panic, at what she assumes to be a benign situation, and the sudden prodding she felt against her crotch would make the girl's milky countenance flush with a cute pink blush."H Hey! Get off me, I'm trying to watch the fight! Wh What are you doing down there ..." She protested in a similarly playful manner. It was interesting how fear swung around to slight annoyance as Scarlett found herself assaulted by the Nidorino. So worried, she was quickly able to convince herself that nothing was going on out of the ordinary, besides a rowdy Pokemon. It was an impression that would likely not remain for very long.The trainer she had met just before was unaware of what was going on, and it would remain that way as the Nidorino was allowed practically free reign. Against such a solid mass of muscle and weight her meager attempts to free herself from the embrace of the Pokemon were fruitless. If this was all the effort that she could muster then it would all come to naught., as she was left in a nigh perfect doggy style posture as a result of the unanticipated attack.Purple eyes shone, it's large horn bobbing as its head swayed up and down. It knew what it wanted and was eager to get it, as she could already feel. Its cock was tapered, starting relatively thin at the furthest part before growing thicker closer to the base. The part that was most distinct from a normal cock was the bumps along the bottom of its shaft, presenting a unique stimulation that would be sure to elicit a reaction from anyone who had the pleasure of experiencing it.Which in this case might be Scarlett very shortly. The Nidorino was panting heavily, hips shifting and moving as it brushed against her rear and panties. With how tight they were against her, there was practically nothing left to the imagination, and they would soon be getting wet as the Pokemon's natural lubrication went to work. It soon located its target, growing a little more overbearing, a little more eager as it began trying to force itself into her. Only if it failed would it do something about her panties. Otherwise, they might as well not have been there as far as the Nidorino was concerned, as it claimed its new mate. Scarlett had no concern for her own safety when it came to the Nidorino's advancements over her body, after all Pokemon couldn't attack good people right? And the researcheress meant no harm to anyone or anything. So in her eyes this was just an encounter with a mischievous Pokemon trying to get her to play around with it: just like the encounter with the Rattata she had on her journey prior! Even as the larger Pokemon resisted her hesitant attempts to shake it's grasp, and continued to mount her in the dirt, her body would squirm in an annoyed attempt at regaining a view of the battle she had lost sight of."Seriously get off of me, I want to watch! I'll play with you la Stop touching down there please !" The researcheress let out in a yelp of surprise and embarrassment as she felt the warmth of an unknown object jamming further against her panties.When the thin pink cloth clinging to her cunt started to get damp with Nidorino pre her face flushed with a bright pink blush and her attempts to dismount the Pokemon became more serious. She dug her hands and knees into the dirt and pressed her back as hard as she could against the Pokemon's stomach but little did she know that only forced her into a more perfect position to be fucked, her plump ass checks pressing against the Nidorino's underside and her spine aligning to match it's mass. 'Wh What's going on down there! Wh Why are my panties so wet? If anyone were to see me like this my reputation would be ruined...' She thought shamefully."AH!" The poor girl squealed out in surprise, plenty loud enough to be heard over the ensuing fight but not loud enough to be obviously more than a cheer, as the the Nidorino's tapered rod split her nubile nether lips open and buried her panties an inch or two into her virgin cunt. Her tight, fresh walls clamping down onto the Pokemon's cock through her panties as if they were some sort of makeshift condom, but before it could get any closer to her hymen Scarlett attempted to launch herself down into the mud in an utter panic and scramble onto her backside to defend her precious hole, mud splashing all over her red miniskirt and matching blouse if she managed to do so.Scarlett's bold blue eyes widened in her head as she looked up at the large Nidorino towering over her collapsed form, before narrowing in shock as she her gaze focused on the sight of his erect meat. Her sweet lips parted revealing her warm, vulnerable mouth as she stared on in bewilderment like she had just seen the rarest sight in her entire life. 'W Was that Pokemon just trying to m mate with me!? I'm a human! There's no way that could be... Pokemon don't even mate in the presence of humans!' She thought in confusion even as she stared up at the offending organ that had been jabbing at her cameltoe. It was about time that Scarlett realized the situation she was in, but it was almost too late regardless. Nidorino had gotten a taste of what her tbody had to offer, and it wanted more. That was why it didn't back off as she launched herself down into the mud and turned over. There was no help coming, since the trainer she was with didn't seemed to have heard anything to consider a cry for help. And trying to outrun the pokemon would likely be an exercise in futility.One might almost take Nidorino for glowering as it looked down at her, horn pointed and cock eagerly bobbing as it was left exposed in the air from her rapid retreat. Whatever normally happened when it came to mating, it was obvious that those norms were being shattered now. This could have instantly made her a career, if she hadn't been the one on the other end of this surprise mating. How would she even explain this to anyone else in a way they would believe?But now as time to focus on the present as Nidorino growled, advancing forwards as he kept his gaze upon her. This change of position didn't really change anything for him, as he sought to return to what he had been doing, cock pressing between her legs once more as it sought her waiting folds. It would not be deterred short of outside intervention, and the more she resisted the rougher it would have to be. When it had its mind made up, changing it was very difficult. The question became whether she would accept it and this opportunity, or if she would continue to try and get away. Scarlett couldn't notice the Nidorino's glare as her own eyes were glued to his rod, visibly tracing it through the open air as it swayed back and fourth. 'Wh What is going on? Th This can't be happening? M Maybe it wa as mating before it jumped on me... It's p p penis... It's at full arousal... tapered to the tip and pointed right at me!' she gulped her nervous excitement down her slender neck, her blush burned brighter and brighter as she stared until she was practically glowing with a deep pink, 'Those bumps on it... what are they for? They don't look like they'd make it easier to m mate... Maybe ' The researcheress had no interest in getting fucked by a frisky Nidorino, certainly not for her first time! But she couldn't help but get a little hot and bothered from examining it's cock so closely, her nipples hardening and pressing gently through her blouse and the juices of her own arousal joining the Pokemon's on her damp panties the sweet scent of her arousal permeating through the bush she was collapsed below and the local air, and certainly enhancing her would be rapist's own arousal.The girl did nothing but stare at the cock looming over her, her sweet lips completely agape as she fell into a trance watching it sway back and forth with every step. She had completely lost herself in thevisual examinationuntil her line of sight was blocked by the dick dipping beneath her red miniskirt, then she suddenly became fully aware of the Nidorino squatting low mere moments away from impaling her amateur sex with it's cock."No no no! I'm not a Pokemon! P Please mate with someone else!" she let out in a panic,"AH!" the researcheress squealed out again in a very similar manner to earlier as the Nidorino rammed insider of her, burying her panties nearly deep enough to crash into to her hymen, the now soaked, translucent pink fabric grinding against her virginity as she just managed to throw herself backwards again. She took advantage of the fact that the Pokemon wasn't holding her down and pushed back, sliding through the mud and out of the bush, parallel to the fight, before attempting to scramble up to her feet as fast as possible, her boots slipping in the mud as she did so and her panties now thoroughly wedgied into her cunt. One could only be impressed with how Scarlett worked, her analytical mind continuing to provide observations and data even in this unwelcome situation. This was evidence after all, even if it came in a form she was not pleased by. But it was better than not getting them at all, so at least she was receiving something from the encounter.Nidorino sniffed at the air, picking up on her arousal as her body betrayed itself, which certainly explained the momentary trance she fell into by watching his bobbing shaft. Only contact shook her out of it, causing her to realize what was going on again. Her protests were just in time for it to slide into her again, getting a bit further this time without sealing the deal. Close, but no cigar.Scarlett quickly lurched into motion, darking back and trying to run away with her clothes wedged such as they were. Explaining this would be hard, but it looked like she had finally decided that that was preferable to her current situation. Unfortunately she wouldn't get very far as the Nidorino followed her in her attempted flight. It was when she was trying to rise to her feet that her luck ran out, as it would be hard to miss the jab against her leg from Nirodino's horn. Which wouldn't have been all that bad had it not introduced poison into her bloodstream at the same time. It wouldn't kill her, but it certainly wouldn't feel pleasant. He was confident that that would stop any further escape attempts. "No!" Scarlett squealed out in a mix of pain and surprise as the Nidorino took advantage of her stumbling in the mud by ramming his horn right into her luscious left thigh, just as loud and noticeable as her previous squeals but perhaps more revealing of her danger to the trainer: assuming that an event that may have provoked such a response wasn't happening in his fight. The pain and impact against her as she struggled to get her footing was more than enough to send the researcheress twirling ass first into the mud, her back and head quickly following suit as she crashed down roughly. Before there was just mediocre amounts of mud on her, but now the backs of her skirt and blouse were coated with a thick layer of grime, the milky white skin of the back of her neck and thighs were painted with dirt, and most notably her brilliant red hair was stuck in clumps of mud. The way she landed, the only thing not laying flat was her knees which were bent in the air supported by the heels of her red boots. In the poor girl's accidental stature her cute pink panties were obviously revealed, soaked with juices of arousal and wedgied so far up her virgin cunt that her nubile nether lips were visible clamping around it as if they were trying to eat it this embarrassing display directed right towards the battle, barely obscured by a light layer of foliage.Scarlett immediately tried to yank herself up again but as the effects of the poison set in her bold blue eyes started to droop and her body started to feel limp. She was quickly losing control from taking such a venomous sting right to her femoral artery, at this rate she was going to be the first ever case of a Pokemon rape, and she wouldn't have the power to do anything about it. The whole situations was absolutely juxtaposed to everything she had ever read about Pokemon breeding. Despite her disheveled whorish state and the shame it would no doubt bring she would cry out,"Please help me!!" for the first time making it abundantly clear that something was wrong however, whether the trainer would hear it fast enough to help her before she ended up on the wrong end of a tapered cock, or whether he was even still around to hear it at all, had yet to be certain. Scarlett's efforts at last earned a response, as it became more clear that she was in distress rather than just cheering on the battle. Nidorino advanced on her as she collapsed from the poison, with her attempts at fleeing conclusively ended and her body left facing the site of the battle in a particularly lewd manner. Still, at this point the shame was worth the salvation that would come with it.That did not stop the Pokemon, once again looming over the fallen researcher as it prepared to pick up where it had left off. It positioned itself carefully, no longer having her panties as aid given how far they were wedged into place. After a few missed strokes, smearing pre across her thighs in the process, it identified what it was looking for. With a snarl it speared forward, cock sliding into her one last time.But it would only have that time, and it would not even get all the way before Poochyena burst out of the undergrowth, slamming into Nidorino from the side. The Pokemon quickly recovered, turning to face the new challenger as a fierce battle began. It was then that her fellow trainer appeared, looking none too happy at what was going on as he dealt with this new problem. He'd just wanted to catch a Pokemon, not get involved in whatever weird things she was doing right now. The battle would be short as Nidorino backed off. For now."Geez, you really wanted to prove the pervert thing true," the boy observed as he looked Scarlett over to make sure that she wasn't too seriously hurt. He did notice the cut on her leg, but had yet to connect it to any sort of poison attack. This sort of thing didn't usually happen after all, so he was a bit out of his depth. "What happened?" "Oh! Oh! Oh !" the researcheress squeaked out in response to each one of the Nidorino's missed thrusts, his cock crashing against her sensitive crotch and sliding along her luscious thighs leaving a streak of sparkling pre across the exposed flesh. She fought to keep her bold blue eyes open, staring down at the Pokemon helplessly as it pierced closer and closer to her virgin cunt, nothing left to protect her hymen but the Pokemon's inaccuracy."AH!" She screamed out as it's tapered rod finally rammed right into her tight, warm pussy crashing forward so hard that it ripped her panties and forced most of them all the way up to her hymen before he was violently ripped out of her leaving her twitching nether lips tightly gripping a visible tuft of pink fabric as her plump ass and tight, untouched asshole were left completely exposed to open air.As the Poochyena knocked the Nidorino away and squared up with it her Pokemon savior would get a strong whiff of sweet smelling arousal from her exposed cunt. By the time Scarlett's tired eyes had fallen on the trainer as he broke through the foliage her blush was a raging red that burned like a forest fire across her milky white countenance, she had never been more embarrassed in her entire life, completely on display to a stranger. The boy may have been annoyed at having to come save her, but he would most certainly be pleased by the sight whenever he had time to noticed it.When the poor girl tried to answer his questions her words came out slurred by the effects of the poison,"Hre...H Hre ju...just attacker ed me..." She didn't try to say anything else, her intense shame freezing her in place almost as effectively as the poison coursing through her blood. The trainer wasn't sure whether he believed the claim that Scarlett had merely 'just been attacked' out of the blue, if only because that didn't tend to happen. There was usually a reason, even if it might not be clear at the present moment. Still, it wasn't something that he was going to overly worry about. Especially with a sight like the one he was just given. That Nidorino had really done a number on her, that he could not deny.Neither could his Poochyena, once the other Pokemon had been driven off. Sniffing the air, the canine let out a yip of excitement as it smelled the lingering pheromones of what had almost happened. Which was why it was eager to pick up where things had been left off. A pity that Scarlett was still poisoned as the Poochyena practically jumped on top of her, tail wagging eagerly as it licked her face with a sandpaper tongue at the same time that its cock began to grow from its sheath.Fortunately for her, before he could get anywhere close to what Nidorino had done, Poochyena would find himself returned to his pokeball, leaving it as just the two trainers for now. "There," he muttered before shaking his head. "Sorry, but I used my last Antidote in the fight. And you're going to owe me for the Pokemon I gave up catching to save your butt." Reaching down, he would at least have a go at picking her up, to see how feasible that would be for the trip back to town. Scarlett was just as confused as the boy at the attack that had befell her, if not more! She was well studied in Pokemon and rarely did they ever attack humans without a very valid reason, and attempting to rape humans has literally never been heard before. Maybe she would be happy about her scientific breakthrough if it hadn't come at the cost of Nidorino poison circulating through her blood and her naked privates being put on full display to a random trainer. The poor girl was so embarrassed it was borderline torture as she was forced to do nothing but stare up at the boy obviously eye fucking her without even having the power to hide her unmentionables.The researcheress had almost completely forgotten that there was another Pokemon now within a foot of her vulnerable, panty stuffed cunt and untouched asshole that might be just as tempted to rape her as the last one."Ah!" She squealed out in surprise as the Poochyena's paws landed roughly on her frozen body and his tongue assaulted her milky white countenance forcing her to giggle in protest despite her situation,"Hehe S top! Stop!"When the Pokemon was returned with a brilliant flash of light Scarlett would take the moment to catch her breath, taking a deep inhale through her cute nose and letting it out through her sweet lips as she tried to comprehend what had just happened to her. 'I I still don't understand...' She tensed up a little when she saw the trainer approaching her, but couldn't do much to stop him. She wasn't too heavy with nothing but her sultry clothing and an assortment of empty pouches and equally empty vials, so the biggest thing that might stop him from lifting her up would be all the mud that had gotten all over her backside."Wh What are you doing?" She let out with an understandable fear after what just happened, her voice noticeably less slurred than it had been just moments prior. It appeared that although the Nidorino poison was strong enough to nearly paralyze her in the short term it's effects didn't last too long on a human target and she'd likely be fine within the hour. It took a couple tries with how slippery Scarlett was due to the mud, but soon enough the trainer was able to get her off of the ground, holding her in a bridal carry as he began moving down the nearby trail and back towards town. The sooner this got resolved the better, as far as he was concerned."Getting you back to town," he responded as he glanced down at the girl. She was talking clearer, so that was probably a good thing. "Unless you'd prefer I just left you back there for anyone or anything to find." All things considered, this was probably the best option that she had, even if it was embarrassing for her. Better than being left paralyzed and at the mercy of anything that might stumble upon her.At least the trip would be relatively quick, with nothing to stop them as they made their way back to town. Scarlett couldn't do much to protest even if she wanted too so she just watched with a terrible embarrassment as the trainer attempted to lift her once, twice, and finally managed to hoist her off the ground and into a bridal carry with one arm gripping under her muddy knees and the other wrapped around her dirty back and gripping just behind her breasts. At first she thought that this was less embarrassing than laying on the floor with her legs wide open but she quickly realized it wasn't much better, her plump ass was easily visible even to people standing taller than her from beneath her dirty miniskirt, and it was abundantly clear that she wasn't wearing any panties in fact, she was so revealed from being carried in this manner that her tight, untouched asshole and the bottom half of her snatch were clearly visible with a little hint of the pink panties sticking out of her nether lips. The trainer might as well have been broadcasting her sex off to the world with how effectively he was hiding her nudity.For that reason when he said that he was heading back to town, planning on parading her stuffed pussy and exposed asshole in front of crowds of people she immediately protested,"Wh What! No No No! I I can't go into town looking like this!" She panicked, her bold blue eyes staring up at the man pleadingly. As she was being marched off to what would essentially be social suicide, forever known as the whore daughter of professor oak who showed off her dirty holes to an entire town, her face flushed with a deep red blush at the thought and she managed to push her dainty hands against the boy's chest with a force so weak it was barely even noticeable."E Even that would be better than this! Th They can see...Itlike this ...!""P Please... leave me here and come back with an antidote, or wait with me until the poison passes,anythingbut that!" She begged on the border of tears. The boy certainly hadn't been expecting how vehement Scarlett would be in her refusal, as well as how panicked she would get over his suggestion. Faced with that, he could have continued on. It wasn't as if she could resist given her current state. But that seemed like it would end up being a real hassle, especially as the poison wore off and she would be able to mount more effective resistance."Fine, have it your way," he said aloud as he came to a stop. He stepped off to the side, propping her against a nearby tree so she could relax and wait out the poison. And while he wasn't the most gentle about it, he hadn't just dropped her from midair either. So it could have been worse.Having returned her to the ground, the boy took a seat nearby as they proceeded to wait for the poison to wear off. She still owed him for saving her butt, and he wasn't about to let her escape before she paid that due. For now, they waited. "S, what is your name anyway?" he asked after several minutes of silence. It was mostly fishing for a topic, something to spend the time when there was nothing else to do. Hopefully she didn't plan on being ll snooty at him because of what had happened. The moment the trainer submitted to her begging, halting his plan to carry her with her virgin sexes on display into a dense town, the researcheress would immediately relax. Her dainty hands would fall back to her sides, not that he would likely notice, and she'd let out a sigh of relief. Scarlett couldn't complain about the rough treatment she received as she was shoved onto a nearby tree, her luscious legs wobbly fighting to support her weight as she managed to stand after all a lesser man would have just left the girl half naked and spread for all to see in the middle of the forest, and an even lesser man would have taken the chance to personally fuck her virgin holes while she couldn't resist, or worse yet watch in some sick satisfaction as she was raped by a wild Nidorino."Th Thank's" She'd manage squeak out in an expression of that gratitude.Despite finally having a peaceful respite from the trauma she had just endured the girl couldn't managed to beat her blush as she witnessed the trainer take a seat below her where he could clearly see up her miniskirt, not that he hadn't gotten an amazing view already. 'Wh What I can't tell him that!' She panicked internally at the thought of admitting to being the daughter of a famous professor, but after a moment she realized, 'I I guess it's better that he learned it from me than anyone else... Especially if he learned by telling them why he wanted to know!' So with a noticeable hesitance she would admit,"M My name is Scarlett Oak..." The boy was doing his best to not stare too much, though the occasional furtive glance did result in quite a bit of satisfaction. But if she hadn't wanted that, then perhaps she shouldn't have gotten herself in that situation in the first place. At least he wasn't doing anything too bad to her, aside from undressing her with his eyes. It could have been a lot worse.He nodded slowly as she introduced herself, and he was quick to do the same in turn. "Nathan Forrest," he offered, before what she had said registered and his eyes widened in shock. "Wait, Oak? As in the Professor?" Suddenly, the fact that she had been seated in a bush and stalking Pokemon made a lot more sense than it had when they had first met. Whoops, that was his mistake. Though the fact that she had ended up like this meant she probably still had a lot to learn. "What are you dong out here?" Scarlett appreciated the trainer acting as a gentleman, the way he saved her from a terrible fate, didn't take advantage of her, capitulated to her wants for protection, and even made an effort not to view the delicious bounty she unwillingly served on a platter. At this point the researcheress was more than willing to use her name, or whatever else was required, to reward him as was befitting a savior."It's a pleasure to mee " She'd begin, pleasantly surprised that he hadn't recognized her, before curling up demurely and blushing mad when the revelation dawned on him."Ye Yeah, he is my father..." The girl would chirp out humiliated before preparing for the insults she expected to soon hear from his lips, the insults she was screaming at herself in her own mind, 'I can't believe the daughter of Oak is such a slut! She is such a terrible researcher she got attacked by a Pokemon! Only a lewd pervert would almost get fucked by a Nidorino, she must have seduced it with her whorish cunt!' When his response was much more tame her eyes would fall on him with admiration."I I told you already... I'm... I can't just be Oak's daughter forever! I amScarlett Oak, and I intend to make my own discoveries for the betterment of everyone!" She let out with an uncharacteristic burst of boldness before falling back into her shyness as she realized how terribly she had already failed her mission. There were no insults coming, if only because confusion was the more dominant emotion right now. Knowing that she was a researcher meant that his pervert comment was more off base, even if neither of them had an explanation for what had happened to her. She wasn't using an Attract or anything like this, so what had happened?"I see, alright," Nathan agreed, raising hands defensively as she insisted that it was her aim to establish herself as separate from the identity of Professor Oak, to do her own things and make her own accomplishments. A noble cause, though it seemed like it was a bit early to tell whether the claim would live up to the deed. "I'm just surprised. I figured that someone like you would have a Pokemon to defend yourself with." It couldn't have been that hard to come by, right? Even if she was trying to go it alone.He would let her respond before adding with another polite inquiry. "Feeling any better from the poison?" It had been a bit, maybe it was starting to wear off. It seemed that with the knowledge of Scarlett's origin, and the truth that she was solely a researcheress not a trainer in disguise, or some sort of Pokephiliac, the trainer was now caught up with the girl's own bewilderment. As far as she knew and she had more study resources to know of than most there has never been an instance of Pokemon willingly mating with humans, or anywhere around humans for that matter, let alone trying to rape one with poison on the muddy floor of a forest.The girl would let out a sigh of blissful relief as the boy agreed to her aspirations without any of the insults, or put downs she had expected, even submitting to her dreams of a future where she was renowned for her own merits with a simple gesture. She had managed to get about as comfortable with Nathan as she could be, at least while he had full access to her cute sex, her blush beginning to fade. The girl's face fell back to a calm milky white, or it would have if his next question hadn't made her flush with a fresh coat of pink all over again."W Well about that... I I was so e xcited to finally start m my own solo research, I kinda j just, forgot!" By the end of her admittance her voice had risen so high in embarrassment that she was almost squeaking. Now that she thought about it, she had pretty much forgotten to takeanythingthat didn't directly impact her research, or carry said tools. 'I forgot food, water, shelter, m money...' She started to list off in her head, realizing how woefully naive she had been.Scarlett wouldn't break from her listing until she heard him speak again, and she forced her numb body to hesitantly take a step forward, quivering visibly for a long moment before steadying and looking back at the boy."Y Yeah, I think, I m mostly better now." She'd then quickly adjust her skirt, pulling it down over her panty stuffed cunt and untouched asshole as much as she could comfortably. An eyebrow rose as Scarlett admitted to her mistake, something that took Nathan off guard. A Pokemon researcher forgetting her Pokemon? Either she really was in a rush, or she must have been the forgetful type. He wasn't even aware of everything that she had forgotten to take with her, but it doubtlessly would have affirmed his suspicions even more.He remained silent as she got to her feet, taking a step or two to test out how she felt, before confirming that she was feeling better. It didn't seem like Scarlett was quite travel worthy yet, but she was getting there at least. "Alright. Still, let's wait a few minutes longer. Wouldn't want you overtaxing yourself," he said, remaining where he was as he watched her. She did attempt to cover herself, which helped from staring at least."Well, I'd offer but I don't really have a Pokemon to lend," Nathan admitted as the topic returned to what they had been discussing before. He only had like two Pokemon anyway, so he wasn't really in the place to offer that sort of thing. But he was willing to inquire on something else. "So what are you studying anyway? Now that the researcheress was finally in control of her own cunt and asshole again she quickly hid the tantalizing sight that Nathan had been freely able to enjoy for so long by sitting back against the tree and covering herself before letting out a sigh of relief as her blush finally faded. Her bold blue eyes gazed over at the trainer as she rewarded him with a warm smile in response to his words."Thank you so much for staying here with me, for helping me! ...I don't know what would have happened if you weren't there to save me." She'd let out genuinely.The girl would shake her head no at the mere mention of him giving her a Pokemon, even if he was just saying that he wouldn't be able to."I could never ask you to do that, you've done so much for me already!" She let out, although she did think that it might be in her best interest to get a Pokemon for protections sake if nothing else, especially if there was even a one in one million chance that another Pokemon would try going after her virgin cunt like the Nidorino had.When the boy asked about her field of study Scarlett would shyly hide her face from him before swiftly trying to change subjects,"Wh What can I do to repay you for all of your aid?" "I can probably imagine," Nathan replied when Scarlett voiced her thanks. He was just doing the right thing, and considering what he had found her doing earlier, there was little doubt that some other Pokemon might have tried to do the same thing to her while she was still under the effects of the poison.Unaware of her deflection, he thought about for a moment before shrugging. "I don't know, maybe keep it as a favor for the future? I'm not sure what I want that you can actually do for me right now." Well there was one thing, but he wasn't going to outright ask for that after what had happened. It would have been embarrassing for him as well. Of course Scarlett could imagine what would have happened had the trainer not been there to. She could see the glimpses of her having her virginity raped away by the Nidorino as he tried to impregnate her. Although knowing how exactly the Pokemon would go about trying to impregnate her would have been an amazing discovery she was more than happy she didn't make it. Then she would be stuck laying on the ground, spread eagle with her cunt and asshole on display to any Pokemon who might want them for an hour of terrible breeding, and perhaps more if another Pokemon didn't want it's new slut to leave. Of course Scarlett could imagine what might have happened, but she didn't appreciate being reminded of those thoughs and she might have even gotten angry with him for bringing it up had he not been her savior.The researcheress gave Nathan a curious look as he offered to trade in saving her virginity for an IOU he might never get the chance to redeem. She was a little offended that he didn't see anything she had being worth a reward."Wh What do you mean there's nothing I could do right now?!" She hesitated to bring in her lineage but eventually did anyway, "I I told you that I'mScarlett Oakright? I have my Pokedex... I could call up a reward for you right now!" An eyebrow rose in something resembling amusement as Scarlett huffed and protested his decision. Not that she was wrong in doing so, she did have a lot of connections that she or her Father could draw on with a simple call. There was just something about her reaction that he found intrinsically funny, and he wasn't sure why."I mean, yeah," he agreed with a slow nod, once she had finished sputtering at him. She had a point, but he also wanted the opportunity to explain his reasoning. "But you said you wanted to establish yourself as someone separate from your Father. I just figured you'd want to repay me with your own resources, rather than having to get something from him."After a moment he sighed, stretching in place as his back arched against the firm tree behind him. It was hard thinking about what he wanted, especially when he couldn't just outright ask her to help with the boner that he was currently experiencing. "I dunno, maybe a rare Pokemon, or something to help with capturing them so I can progress as a trainer? I'm not that high maintenance," he assured her with a grin. He didn't mind waiting, if she'd been swayed by his logic. Scarlett gave the boy a cute pout in response when she noticed how funny he seemed to think her assertion was. The researcheress' pout only became more intense as Nathan explained himself. On one hand he was right that she'd likely have to use her Father's connections to get him anything of value, but on the other hand she still felt insulted that he didn't think she was worthy of giving him an appropriate reward now. Her own annoyance in combination with her want to make sure she did eventually repay the trainer spurred her into a bold retort,"Do you think I spent the last 16 years of my life doing nothing? I I have... my own resources to!! I don't need my father to reward you... S Surely I can give you something,anything, you saved me!"When he spoke again the girl scrutinized him with her bold blue eyes, clearly she was much more serious about this than he was."I don't make a habit of tracking down rare Pokemon, I'm a researcher not a trainer..." She let out a little annoyed at her inability to propose a good reward that relied solely on her own resources. Finally she'd calm down a bit and let out a genuine,"I just want to make sure you get something! If we separate now, we could never see each other again..." Well, the fact that even the few suggestions he had did not go anywhere was not a particularly good sign, as far as Nathan was concerned. He had at least made the effort, but if she couldn't help with that then he wasn't sure what he wanted that she would consider acceptable. She'd probably try to punch him in the face if he suggested sex from her after what had just happened.At least he could feel good about her inability to come up with a viable option as well. If she had one then she would have undoubtedly mentioned it by now. Right? So he wasn't the only one to have that kind of problem.He shot her a skeptical look as she expressed her main worry. If that was what she was concerned about then it seemed like something that was easily handled. Maybe she was just too worked up to really consider it. Fishing through his pocket, he held up a device for her to look at. "You could always just give me your phone number," he pointed out with a gesture to the device in question. "That way we can keep in touch, and if we're ever in the same area again we can meet up. That way you don't have to worry about me dropping in out of the blue to call in a favor once you're a rich and famous researcher." Scarlett just stared at Nathan, lost in her own thoughts as she tried think up a reward. Naturally, being a sheltered child of a professor, she thought to all the books she had read in her lifetime. Of course most of the reading she had done was research she wanted to become the next big professoress ever since she knew her own name but she had also done plenty of reading for pleasure. 'He just saved the princess...' She grasped from fantasy books that told of a hero's journey, 'So why didn't he ask for a kiss?' When she realized what she just thought her face would flush with a fresh bright pink blush at the thought of her first kiss. '...Usually the princess just gives it to him, a loving reward for his devotion...' Apparently both the boy and her were caught on the same concept of physical affection, although a kiss was much less than what he actually desired.When the trainer spoke again it snapped Scarlett out of her princess and loyal knight fantasies, her bold blue eyes falling on him bashfully as he no doubt would notice her sudden shyness as it glowed on her face."Hehe ... Yeah of course. That makeswaymore sense than anything I was thinking off." She backtracked sheepishly before reaching forward and taking his device in her dainty grasp, peering over it and entering the number associated with her custom Pokedex before handing it back."Well I guess I'll... See you later then Nathan?" With no idea what Scarlett of thinking of, whether it be Princesses or Pokemon, Nathan handed over the phone as she agreed so she could put her contact information into it. He merely assumed that she didn't have anything better in mind, or she would have said it. But this was alright. If he was lucky then they would meet some time in the future, hopefully."See you later," he agreed with a nod, rising to his feet at the same time. He would take a moment to check his phone and make sure that the number she had put into it saved before returning it to his pocket. Nathan then shot her a wave before heading off towards where they had come from at a calm walk. He still wanted to catch a Pokemon after all, and he wasn't going to do that in town.That left Scarlett on her own, to decide what to do. The smart decision would be to head back to town, though how willing she was to do that in her state was harder to determine. The best way would be to draw little attention to herself as possible, at least until she had gotten a shower. Ultimately there were plenty of things she could choose to do, the question was what her mind would decide was an acceptable option to go through with. Scarlett's dirty fingers clacked gently on his phone, still messy from nearly being rutted in the dirt by a Nidorino, leaving a bit of dirt on his screen as she quickly put her contact details in it before handing it back. The recovering researcheress glanced up at the boy with her bold blue eyes as he stood above her, but didn't make an effort to get up just yet, she wanted to stay here and rest a while longer. The girl returned Nathans' wave with only a slight stumble, proving that she had gotten back the majority of her faculties, before watching him disappear back into the woods to no doubt find some of the Pokemon her near rape prevented him from catching earlier.The moment the boy was out of view the girl instantly sent one of her dainty hands beneath her miniskirt and hesitantly toward her aggravated, cute, pink pussy where her favorite pair of panties was lodged quite roughly in her sex and soaked with a mix of Nidorinio's and her own precum. Slowly she gripped the ripped fabric and pulled, her labia spreading hungrily as she finally yanked her panties out of her, her countenance flushing with an intense pink blush as she did so before she pulled the mass of panties out from under her skirt and eyes with with a mix of humiliation and sadness."These were my favorite pair!" She let out somberly as she stared down at them, clearly ruined beyond repair. After mourning them for what was an embarrassingly long moment for a simple pair of panties she slid them into one of the many pouches crisscrossing her form leaving her virgin cunt and tight, untouched asshole completely vulnerable to the open air.Suddenly a grin grew on her face as she realized that she had made a great discovery, even if it was nearly at the risk of her hymen. The researcheress quickly yanked out her modified Pokedex and set to making an entry for Nidorino, Pokemon 032, detailing how it sexually reproduced: how it's cock was long, tapered and ribbed with many bumps along the base likely meant to give pleasure to the receiver and was strong enough to rip right through small barriers though she didn't mention that the small barrier in question was her own panties the measurements of said cock to an embarrassing degree of accuracy considering she had only stared at it how when it wanted to mate it would inject it's victim with a non lethal dose of poison that left them paralyzed enough to fuck without resistance and how it's precum seemed to be, and serve a similar purpose to, human precum. It was either a sign of naivete, or an incredible will that allowed Scarlett to look past the trauma of her near encounter and instead write down information in her notes about her area of study. She had learned a lot after all, even if the method had been less than agreeable. But with how recent it had been, no one would hold it against her for having other things on her mind. If this was the sort of attitude that she could maintain in her career, then she was set for success.For now her writing would go without interruption. The sun moved through the sky on its sow journey, the sounds of other Pokemon such as Pidgeys rang in the distance. At least there was nothing to bother her in the time that it took to complete her notes and recollect all the details of what had happened. But soon she would, and the time would come to get on the move once again. If she wanted to do more research it at least sounded like some other Pokemon were nearby. Whether she thought any of them were interesting enough to investigate at this moment was another question entirely. There was certainly an abundance of naivete in Scarlett but in reality her devotion to her research was far too ardent for her to be anything but elated at her breakthrough, even if it was at the cost of a pair of panties she held with particular sentimentality this was Scarlett's chance to step out from her father's impressive shadow, to prove that she too was an amazing researcheress that could uncover the deepest secrets of the Pokemon condition even in a time where nearly all of their traits had already been thoroughly documented. Few had ever even observed a Pokemon mating before, let alone try to rape a human female, this was her chance to make history! Even if she was made aware that this quantum discovery would be at the cost of intense embarrassment in front of at least one boy, and the loss of her most intimate article of clothing, she most certainly would have still made the choice.As Scarlett recorded her sexual encounter, even under the pretense of a scientific entry, she couldn't help the influence that recalling every detail of the Nidorino's tapered cock might have on her mind. Her face lit back up with an even brighter pink blush as she scrutinized her memory of the encounter, a simmering lust rekindling in her loins as her barely hidden, cute, pink pussy got wet with arousal and the sweet scent of her juices once again danced in the air around her. As she finished her entry she gave it one last coy skim before sliding the modified Pokedex back into it's pouch and finally pulling herself up to her feet. Once she was up she glanced down at herself with her bold blue eyes: her backside was completely covered in mud all the way from the backs of her luscious thighs, up her skimpy miniskirt, past her blouse, and to the back of her head where it clumped in her otherwise brilliant red hair. Beneath her skirt there were also lines of glistening Nidorino pre that ran up her smooth, milky white inner thighs and pointed right at her slick slit putting on an alluring display for anything that might have the privileged to notice."I can't go into town looking like this..." She whispered under her breath bashfully, "and there is no way I could walk all the way back home and take a shower!" She continued. 'M Maybe I can find somewhere to clean my clothes out here...?' She thought to herself amateurly. There was still time enough left in the day, and there was always a chance to find more valuable research though preferably without the same degree of risk so she quickly made her way back into the forest in search of running water that she might use to clean herself. Scarlett had made her decision and quickly set off. After all, returning to town while looking like this would have drawn quite a few stares. Even if no one knew what had happened, being in such a dirty state tended to attract attention. In the interest of avoiding questions, she set off for some water that she could use to freshen up and give a passable impression of a professor in training.Fortunately water was not that difficult to find, and she managed to find some fairly rapidly after beginning her search. It had been about a half hour since she left Nathan behind when she finally found what she was looking for. It was a small pond, fed into by a small bubbling brook. The water was nice and clear, and the bottom was not rough enough to be a danger to her feet. As for the temperature, well, it was cold without being of the sort that would chill you to the bone. It was the perfect place to get clean when one was dirty. it might even be good enough to drink from.Having found it, there was nothing to stop Scarlett from fulfilling her desires. There were certainly worse options, if for some odd reason she felt like continuing her search. "Oh!" Scarlett let out cheerfully as her gorgeous blue eyes caught sight of the cute little pond being fed by it's eager little brook, before padding over to it's edge with her dirty red boots and taking a better look around, gazing about to see if this was a good place to stage her little impromptu cleaning. After her quick visual inspection she found this to almost be the perfect place, even letting out a buoyant,"Perfect!" Despite her approval the pond certainly wasn't secluded enough for the muddy researcheress to feel comfortable stripping nude and taking a proper bath, especially with the threat of an frisky Nidorino somewhere too close for comfort that would love for nothing more than to pump her full of Poke jizz for a reason she was completely oblivious to so she just settled for stripping off all her vials and pouches, slipping out of her knee high boots one at a time, and peeling off her long red socks revealing her dainty, naked feet to the open air before making her way to a tree far enough from the pond to make sure they wouldn't get wet, bending over at the waist and revealing her cunt and asshole to the world for just a moment, and setting the pile of apparel under it's shade.Now that she was as naked as she felt comfortable being, perhaps less than comfortable due to her lack of panties, she skipped her way back to the edge of the pond and dipped the tip of her toe into it's cold, wet embrace."Oh!" She squeaked out cutely from the sudden shift in temperature, before fleeing back a few steps timidly. Then, after taking a short moment to prepare herself she launched forward and leaped into the pond with a playful,"Woo!" Clearly not caring if anyone, or anything, found her since she decided not to skinny dip, not that a layer of clothes was enough to stop her last attempted rapist.By the time the cheery redhead surfaced from her dive into the pond her system had been successfully shocked into acclimatization with the cool water, and she breached its surface with a warm smile on her sweet lips. The water unsurprisingly soaked her blouse making it ever so slightly translucent as her nipples, instantly hard from the cold, pierced through them visibly. Similarly, her miniskirt was soaked, though it didn't become at all see through, floating an inch or two above her luscious thighs displaying her virgin holes clearly to any creature that might reside in the waters, and coming temptingly close to showing them off to anything that might be peering down at her through the surface of the crystal clear waters. Just the dive alone did wonders in removing all the mud staining her, most of it that remained being clumped in her long, slightly curled locks. The cold water was just what was needed to soothe the spirit, as Scarlett eventually worked past her initial trepidation to begin cleaning herself off. She wasn't fully nude, but what she still wore was not of much use in the situation that she was putting it into. Anyone present would have been treated to quite the show as she almost showed off her lower half, and did a good job in showing off her nipples in the process.Yet for whatever stroke of luck she had earned this time, nothing came across her, or was taking the opportunity to peep at her from below. Nothing of meaningful size at least, since if this had any legitimate Pokemon in it she had probably scared them off by diving into the water like she did.Of course something did happen soon enough. At first it was rustling in the bushes. Then brown ears popped up. A Furret had stumbled across the scene, and quickly walked over to begin sniffing at and otherwise examining the clothing that she had left underneath the tree when she had gone for her swim. Would she even notice with what she was currently pre occupied with? At least there was nothing it could run away with that would leave her exposed, as could have been the case if she was less careful. Right? "Ohhhhhhh "Wow, this is awesome, I need to take baths out in the forest more often " She let out cheerfully, all but forgetting how public her cleaning really was.The researcheress was completely oblivious to the rustling in the bushes, her mind wandering to all the potential discoveries she could make throughout her career seeing as she had already made history on her first day. The Furret was left completely to it's own devices, free to pursue the pile of her clothing and research supplies at it's own leisure. As it approached it would no doubt smell the remnants of the girl's sweet pussy juices on her ripped panties, packed somberly into one of the many pouches dotting the pile. As Scarlett continued to fantasize her hands drifted up her lush thighs and towards her exposed pussy, gently rubbing around her cute, pink pussy lips as she once again contemplated her near rape, the blush on her face bursting noticeably brighter as she let herself get worked up. 'Wh Why did that Nidorino try to rape me with his big... tapered di ... penis? Was there something wrong with him? He even attacked me! Maybe he had some sort of disease that made him so aggressive? Would he really have mated with me if Nathan didn't stop him?' She continued to ponder. Scarlett was enjoying herself in the water now, any concerns about being discovered quickly lost. She was getting herself worked up in the process as she considered what had happened and what might have happened. It was inspired both by scientific curiosity, as well as her own hormones.Distracted as she was, the Furret was able to explore unmolested. It's nose poked at her personal belonging, ruffling about and seeing what it could find. The scent of sex soon reached it, earning a low whine from the Pokemon as it sought the source. Its tail waved about, paws digging just as easily as they would through dirt and bushes. It was a curious Pokemon, and there was plenty to satisfy its desires.Eventually it located the source, the pouch that contained her torn up panties in it. "Fur Fur ret!" It pawed at the pouch, trying to remove the item inside that attracted its attention so. It might not be an actual mate, but it still wanted to know what the source of the smell was. Things like this did not happen often to Pokemon in the wild, that was for sure.But it was met with frustration and denial. After some effort it decided that it would opt for a different strategy. In this case, it picked up thhe pouch and anything connected to it in its teeth before turning and walking off. It had every intention of returning to its nest with its newfound gains, which would result in significant loss of research material for Scarlett if she did not notice before it was too late. Scarlett continued to ponder her research, both past and future, as she rubbed around her virgin crotch sensually growing her arousal further and further by the moment, her sweet pussy juices leaking into the crystal clear pond and permeating through it slowly. As she did so the Furret had no problem finding a different source of the sweet smell of the researcheress' virgin snatch, or at least the pouch that contained it, locked annoyingly by a simple plastic button that, while easy for a human to open, proved too challenging for the Pokemon's initial prodding. When the Furret let out it's curious cry the blushing girl was finally roused from her thoughts, her bold blue eyes gazing around quickly in search of the noise."Hello?" She let out of her sweet lips curiously, her hands darting away from her eager cunt coyly as her blush brightened in embarrassment. Yet after a cursory, visual investigation she missed the Pokemon perving on her ripped panties and concluded that it was nothing. Despite not seeing anything out of the ordinary Scarlett resolved to finish up her little public bath, quickly running her hands up from the bottom of her luscious thighs all the way to her locks of brilliant red hair in search of any missed dirt.As the researcheress was finishing off her cleaning Furret snatched the pouch that contained her panties, and with it the entire belt that held not only her modified Pokedex and all the research she had just finished inputting, but also all of her research materials, a loss that would at the very least leave her worse off than when she started and could potentially even send her back home with her tail between her legs and even end her adventure entirely if her father was too angry about her running away. Luckily, on the belt full of pouches was a dozen glass vials, brought with her in case she needed to collect sexual samples of some kind, of which clattered around clacking against one another and the ground as the Furret tried to thief them. Scarlett's eyes once again shot over to the noise, but this time they easily narrowed in on the Pokemon waltzing off with her panties and her life's work, and she quickly let out a shout of,"Hey! That's mine! Come back!" before swimming desperately to the edge of the pond and padding back onto the land on naked feet. Walking along, ears perked up as Scarlett's cries reached the Furret. It rose onto its hind feet, looking back to see her making her way out of the water for a pursuit. Returning home after what she had done was unacceptable, so that meant she would have to do her best to reclaim what was being stolen from her.Not that the Furret intended to make it easy. Seeing that she was coming, it picked up the pace. Past tree, around bushes, along dirt paths, he was proving to be quite the spry little fellow when it came to a chase. Fortunately the belt was large enough that it was restricted in where it could go, and the glass bottles helped her keep track of its general location. She still had a chance. And while there might be other Pokemon around, they did not interfere in the chase for the moment.It seemed that the chase was on. The moment Scarlett realized that the Furret had no intentions of following her commands she took off after it in a sprint, completely abandoning her expensive boots and knee length socks as she slapped after the Pokemon on her dainty, wet feet. As she ran her long locks of brilliant red hair stuck to her back all the way from her neck to her plump ass, her blouse sticking to her smooth, slick skin in a similar manner and showing off her rock hard nipples and ample breasts clearly, tantalizingly close to visible beneath the slightly translucent fabric. Unexpectedly the researcheress' skimpy miniskirt actually served better at protecting the sight of her well lubricated, pink cunt, and tight, tiny asshole when soaked than it had in it's normal condition, the fabric draping over her luscious thighs like a tight club skirt as she chased the Furret randomly into the forest."Come on! Just come back here! I only want my stuff back, please!" She pleaded desperately as the creature scurried around at a pace that put her to shame, her bold blue eyes barely able to track the Pokemon as she slowly fell further and further behind it, the threat of failing her research so soon driving her to run as fast as her voluptuous form could take her even as her naked feet stamped painfully through the underbrush, her perky breasts bounding back and forth alluringly with each step. It was a race that Scarlett was not entirely prepared to win. She had left her shoes behind, which did not serve her well on the terrain. When it came to grass it was fine, but rocks and rougher surfaces would make her regret the choice. Yet she had to go on. What she had to lose was much more important than any physical harm that might be done, at least in her mind.At last the Furret reached its destination. It turned, glancing back at her yet again before disappearing into a small hole beneath a tree, where it made its nest. Of course the belt was another problem, and it turned to begin pulling that down as well. She would have but a few moments to grab on before that vanished into the darkness, and the hole was probably not big enough for a human to fit down. At least as this point. "Eek, ouch, ow, oh, ouch, please stop already!" Scarlett squeaked out cutely, clearly annoyed, as her dainty feet got battered by the terrain, underbrush whipping at her smooth, soft skin and rocks digging into the soles of her feet. Her gaze followed the Furret as he suddenly disappeared into his burrow right before her gorgeous eyes, only the belt stacked full of pouches and vials preventing him from evading her in that very instant."No!" She screamed out desperately before launching herself after the Pokemon, throwing herself face first into the dirt in a shameful and equally painful display but just managing to catch the belt between her dainty hands."Ah!" She yelped out in pain, her knees pressed roughly against the dirt as she held on as if her life depended on it, her plump ass hanging high in the sky and exposing her cute pink, virgin cunt and tight, tiny asshole beneath her skimpy, soaked skirt easily to the whole world as the researcheress gave up all presumptions of modesty in the pursuit of her research.Despite giving it her absolute all the tug of war between the curvaceous girl and Furret, easily over half her size, was much closer than she had hoped. Scarlett dug her knees deeper into the dirt as she yanked frantically, her hearty ass swaying back and forth and bobbing up and down as they fought, giving a whorish show to whoever or whatever might have noticed the two racing through the forest. Back and forth they went, both the Furret and the Human vying for supremacy. Both turned their strong wills and considerable strength to the task, as the belt was jerked this way and that. This was all her research, and she would not give it up without a fight. Even if she had to put on a show for anyone else that might be present.Then in a moment the fight ended, the Furret letting go just as she gave a sharp tug. It seemed that the Pokemon had decided the fight between them was not worth the reward that was at stake. It huffed, disappearing into its nest and leaving her to claim her prize. At least she had her stuff back now,despite the risks she had taken to reclaim it.Now all she had to do was return to the pond to get her shoes back on. It didn't seem like anything else would be bothering her, so she could soon be on her way once again. "Ugh! Give. It. Back. Already. You. Stupid. Pokemon!" She grunted out her sweet lips as she yanked and yanked, the belt luckily being made of rather high quality material that kept it from snapping under the combined forces of their pulls. Just as she was starting to win, dragging the belt closer and closer to her ample bosom, the Furret suddenly gave up letting her yank it out in one last surprising pull."Ah!" She squeaked out in shock as she ripped the belt out of the burrow with so much ample force that she flew back and plummeted ass first into the dirt in a shameful display of victory, her dainty hands clutching the belt as tight as she could manage. The researcheress desperately scurried over to the pouch that held her Pokedex and confirmed it was there before finally relaxing on the forest floor, her lush, naked cheeks pressing into the dirt.Despite what was an entirely embarrassing fight in every regard for the girl a bright smile grew on her face as her hands shot up in celebration and she let out at cheerful,"Yes! There was no way I was going to lose my research that easily!" And why shouldn't she be happy, it's not as if anything saw her sex bouncing up and down on full display, not that she knew anyway. After a moment of gentle panting she finally pulled herself back up to her feet before strapping her belt back around her waist, ensuring that it wouldn't be stolen again. Then she turned back toward where she had came from before coming to the sudden, crushing realization that she had absolutely no clue where the Furret had led her."W Where was that pond again...?" she let out under her breath, her bold blue eyes scanning the thicket amateurly.Luckily for her, she hadn't exactly been graceful when sprinting haphazardly through the forest, it was a wonder she didn't trip or crash face first into something, so there was a path of broken branches and knocked over brush that was obvious enough even she had a chance to track her way back to the pond. So with that very intention she started padding off back down the path, trying to trace her steps back to the pond and the rest of her gear while dripping wet. It took a bit of thinking, but Scarlett was able to locate the path that she had taken in the course of her chase. As a result she could retrace her steps, and return to where the rest of her clothing had been left. She left behind quite the show, for anyone who might have been there to see it at the time.Travel back was fairly easy. This time there was nothing to distract her or cause her to race ahead, meaning that much of the pain she had suffered during the course of her run could be avoided this time around. At least she could also enjoy the lovely forest, the feeling of the sun on her skin, and the sounds of Pokemon.She would be able to do more than just that, as it turned out. Nearing the pond, she would find that company had arrived while she was done. A couple Deerling were at the pond, sipping from the waters and spending time together. There was even a Stantler, though remained further away from the two other Deer Pokemon. It was another perfect opportunity for observation, though they did not appear to be up to anything lewd. Her stuff was also right there, just waiting for her. All told, things had worked out pretty well. As Scarlett walked back down the trail of underbrush, previously crushed beneath her poor, naked feet, a slight grimace grew on her pristine countenance as she continued marching on those same aching feet. However, the grimace faded as the cheery girl got caught in the revelry of nature, her beautiful blue eyes dancing around as she took in all the sights of the flora, and the warm, brilliant rays of sunlight flooded down through the canopy and started evaporating the water soaking her clothes and dripping down her milky white, smooth skin. Her ears perked up at the sounds of Pokemon but she didn't let herself get distracted away from her seemingly essential boots and socks: besides, at this point most of her Pokemon encounters had been more trouble than they were worth the only fruitful encounter being when she was almost raped, but even that was just seconds away from being a nightmare."Oh 'click'of acknowledgment."Look at how cute they are!" she gushed to herself, beneath her breath. 'I wonder if they are going to mate?' She thought, her past studying easily allowing her to identify them as all being part of a compatible egg group. A soft pink blush grew on her face as she realized that most people's first thought when seeing Pokemon wouldn't be hoping they were going to fuck, but regardless, her gaze, and in turn the camera on her modified Pokedex, peered down at the groupings crotches in an eager search for a diversity of sexes. Ducking low and hiding by the tree, for the moment Scarlett would go unnoticed by her targets. They were distracted drinking and being with each other, and truth be told the pond was a bit too large for her previous dip to really dilute the water all that much, It was present, but did not have a serious effect on any of the Pokemon currently drinking from it. For better or for worse, given the circumstances.Further investigation would reveal that she had struck out this time. The trio seemed to be healthy males, and they probably would not be getting it on with each other any time soon. Not unless something really odd happened. It was to be expected though. With how rare it was in the first place, what were the odds that would happen right in front of her twice in a day?After a bit however the Stantler did perk up, looking in her direction. In her effort to observe and determine their gender, she had moved upward. This allowed the gathered Pokemon to pick up on her scent. They hadn't fled yet, but after the older one did the two Deerlings would react too in much the same way. There was no danger just yet, but who knew how long that would last. Scarlett was happy that the grouping of Pokemon didn't seem to manage to pick up her scent in the water, or on the pile of clothing nearby, or at the very least didn't seem to care. If they had been curious and found her wrestling with the Furret for her stuff with her sex on display she may have been in danger, assuming that it wasn't just that one weird Nidorino that was in the mood for rutting a human girl. Sadly her streak of luck didn't seem to persist as she spotted that all of them appeared to be males, the girl letting a soft sigh of disappointment out of her sweet lips as she quickly shut off the camera with a familiar 'click'. 'Well I already had a breakthrough worth more than some researchers' whole life work, I guess I couldn't be lucky enough to just stumble onto Pokemon mating in the same day...' She conceded to herself as she packed her modified Pokedex back in it's pouch, assuming there would be nothing worth wasting the battery to record since there were no female Pokemon about."Oh!" She squeaked out cutely in surprise as when she glanced back up all three of the Pokemon were staring directly at her, her gorgeous blue eyes widening with a start.Normally the researcheress would be happy to be noticed by such pretty boys, but after what happened to her a couple of hours ago she couldn't help but be somewhat cautious, though she was far too naive and kind hearted to be scared of some innocent Pokemon without due cause. So she slowly stood up and padded over toward the grouping, toward her boots and socks in particular, letting out a playful coo of,"Hey How are you all doing today?" but keeping her eyes intently scrutinizing them to ensure there weren't any signs of aggression as she approached. The trio glanced at each other as Scarlett approached, unsure what to make of this. The lack of visible Pokeballs helped at least, since that likely would have sent them fleeing for cover at the sight. They were still wild after all, even if they were on the nicer side of the spectrum.Looking her over, the Stantler huffed before going back to what it had been doing. It seemed disinterested, at least for the moment. It was certainly far from the worst response that she could have received, given the circumstances.While he might be cold, after a few moments the Deerling padded towards. They looked at her with curious eyes, heads rising to sniff and examine the human. Once the initial caution was passed they were friendly enough, gently bumping into her and pressing cold noses against her as they looked over the new arrival. There was even a bit of licking, which was ticklish when it fell on bare skin. With the size difference it was pretty cute to watch, as they acted in a friendly manner towards her. Scarlett let out a sigh of relief as the Pokemon let her be, and certainly didn't seem to be particularly aggressive, concluding in her mind that it was absolutely just the Nidorino that was the anomaly in her would be raping. Seeing as the Stantler showed itself to be disinterested, and the Deerlings too shy, the researcheress took the time to yank back on her long, red socks, one at a time, and slip back into her slightly dirty, expensive, knee length boots. The whole time as she was doing so she bent over at the waist, seemingly completely forgetting her lack of panties as she paraded off her cute, pink, virgin pussy and tight, tiny asshole to the staring Deerling freely, almost as if she was trying to tempt them over to mate with her. By the time she had gotten all her clothes back on, except the tattered pair of her favorite panties, she stood back up and turned around only to be met with the curious, cute little Pokemon's approach."Oh, hey there little guys "Hehehe Aren't you two cuties !!" Scarlett giggled out cheerfully as the Pokemon probed her, bumping against her long legs and nuzzling her skirt and luscious, milky white thighs with their cold, wet noses eliciting a cute squeak of discomfort at the temperature and a giggle,"Oh! Your noses are so cold, hehe " The sprightly girl quickly returned the curiosity as she ran both her dainty hands through their fur, scratching gently up and down their spines and patting the fluffs atop their heads as they licked her skirt and thighs with their warm, rough tongues leaving glistening trails of saliva on her smooth skin and forcing out another giggle,"Hehehe That's ticklish !" The Deerling appreciated the attention that Scarlett gave them, leaning into her hands and responding warmly to it. Their fur was soft and pleasant to the touch, and their bodies warm. It was the sort of thing that she was likely used to as the daughter of a Pokemon researcher. She was more intimate with knowledge of how they functioned and their physical form than anyone.Of course she was also unaware of how she had shown off for them, and perhaps unaware of how their height relative to hers might give them a better look at her exposed sex. At the very least it was kindling their arousal in a way that had been avoided by their drinking from the pond before. Their nudges grew a bit more playful, a bit rougher as they began to push things,. Specifically her, in this case.Then they made their move. One of the Deerling circled around behind her, keeping up the same attitude. It was mostly to hold her in place, keep her from running away or simply backing up too far. That was when the other moved as well, head dipping to tickle her thighs and move beneath her skirt. Having been lulled into a false sense of security before, it seemed that these Pokemon were as deviously minded as the Nidorino had been, if not worse! "Aww, you two really are the best "Hehehe Wow, you guys really want to play don't you!" Clearly she didn't mind a little roughhousing as long as she wasn't actually getting hurt."Where are you going ?" Scarlett let out playfully as one snuck back behind her, her hand forced to withdraw from it as she put all of her focus into giving deep pets into the one still within her grasp. The girl blushed cutely as that Deerling made it's move, prodding up her inner thighs and toward her alluring crotch forcing her to gently place a hand atop it's head in an attempt to guide, what she assumed to be, it's curiosities away from her fertile sex."He Hey, don't play down there !" She warned without any real scorn in her tone, clearly forgiving the Pokemon assuming it didn't intend to offend. Initial happiness soon shifted to a bit of a worry as the Pokemon grew bolder with their actions. The Deerling that she was trying to stop huffed in refusal, resisting the motion of her hand to move it away. It even took a few steps forward, making it that much more difficult for her to do so. Its head buried deeper, until at last it could reach out to swipe its tongue against her bare slit. Her assumptions would soon be dashed by circumstance.Meanwhile, the Deerling behind her moved in as well. Its head bumped against her rear, joining with its companion in licking at her crotch. Of course this was a bit closer to her puckered hole, but that did not matter too much to the Pokemon at this point as it joined its companion in taking advantage of the human.Off in the distance the Stantler's head rose as it eyed what was going on, beginning to make its way over. But there was no telling what it intended to do. Not yet. Scarlett's attempt to stop the Deerling was pitiful and half hearted, even before it huffed at her, it pushed past her defense rather easily. When the Deerling stepped into her, completely burying it's head beneath her soaked miniskirt, it's manipulation of her compassion became even more clear as it forced it's way past her dainty hands so decidedly that she was left doing little but holding down her skirt in an attempt at modesty."He Hey! That place is priva Ahhh !" The researcheress moaned out in a humiliatingly obvious pleasure as the Pokemon's rough tongue scraped against her delicious nether lips, spreading her labia tantalizingly and revealing a glimpse at the warm, wet walls within, her bright pink blush flushing all of her pristine face in an instant."Hey, seriously, get out from under there!" She let out much more boldly as the second Deerling pushed under her skirt from behind."Oh!" She yelped out cutely as his hot tongue assaulted her fertile snatch from the other side and even teased her untouched asshole, resulting in it clenching fascinatingly, forcing her to shoot up to her tippie toes in a meek attempt to hide her sexes. The ambushed girl then pressed her dainty hands down, one on each of their heads, with considerably more force, yet not enough to do more than slow their advances as she wasn't willing to risk hurting them, before attempting to squeeze her luscious thighs closed and make it harder to get at her two tantalizing holes."P Please s stop !" The researcheress pleaded coyly.Scarlett was almost completely oblivious to the Stantler's burgeoning interest as she tried vainly to halt the Deerling's lustful advances, the pleasure of their intimate touches making her already clearly erect nipples twitch visibly and her pussy wet with the sweet, captivating scent and taste of her arousal. 'What is going on with all the Pokemon today!' She thought to herself frantically, 'It's like every one of them is trying to mate with me...' Things had rapidly gone very wrong for Scarlett. Where she thought she would be able to enjoy some pleasant time with the younger Pokemon, it had merely served to hide the intentions that they were now forcing upon her. Even if it had settled in, there did not seem to be much that she could do about it either, in spite of how much she might want to.Forceful pushes were resisted or merely maneuvered around. The parting of her lower lips merely exposed increasingly aroused and soft walls to the open air. that provided all the opening that the Deerling needed to slide its tongue even further, with rough textures stirring her desire as it raked along sensitive and succulent flesh. Each swipe merely enticed more out of her, in turn spurring the Pokemon's arousal at the same time. It was a loop that fed back in on itself, and she was not in a position where she could see the Deerling's shaft begin to protrude out of its sheath.The other Deerling behind her continued its work as well, though with its companion increasingly invested it found itself focusing more on her rear, teasing and testing out her reflexes with each experimental touch of its tongue. This was new for the Pokemon as well, and it was still deciding how it should approach this situation. Its shaft had also started to appear, and for now Scarlett was left stuck in this situation as they ignored her attempts to deter them. 'Seriously! What is going on! It's like every Pokemon suddenly sees me as their own personal mate. I'm a human!!!' She enthused to herself in annoyance. Scarlett had always been popular with Pokemon, though she had never been a trainer, there was always something that every Pokemon found alluring about her. She always just assumed that they loved her, little did she know how dangerously right she was, how much they wanted to loveher. And now that she was a fertile young lady, perfect for breeding, every Pokemon's affections would only become all the more heated.Without being willing to hurt the Deerling Scarlett was little more than a pair of vulnerable fuck holes, sandwiched between the two of them and easily forced to comply with their lustful demands."Ah !!" The researcheress yelped out in pleasure and shame as one Deerling managed to slip past her cute nether lips and into her virgin snatch, her walls squeezing around his rough member blissfully as her entire body shuddered with arousal. In opposition all she could manage was to climb as high onto her tiptoes as she could in a vain attempt to raise her sexes away from their prodding tongues, barely managing to balance herself without tipping over. The Deerling at her front thoroughly abused her kind heart, stealing mouthful after mouthful of her exhilaratingly sweet juices out of her lush cunt forcing her clit to peak out temptingly and her pussy to drool with arousal."Ah P Please Please S Stop !!!" Each invasion of his tongue between her dripping slit forced a gentle moan out of her sweet lips, before she bit down on her lower lip in a seductive attempt to regain her composure."OH !" Scarlett squealed out as the Deerling at her backside prodded her tiny rosebud more purposefully, causing her to jump, her ample, perky breasts and plump ass jostling as she did so, and her asshole clenching tightly in reward for his curiosity. A wave of intense humiliation washed over her as she let out a meek,"N No ! Not there! I It's...d d dirty " Every scrape of his rough tongue forcing out a similarly satisfying squeal, dance, and a clenching of her alluring hole.'Wh Why does it feel so g good?' She thought to herself shamefully as she realized she was almost enjoying getting both her sexes eaten out by two Pokemon. Part of her almost wanted to let them have her, after all it's not like they were hurting anything, and how amazing was thisresearch? It was all for scienceright?It's not like some licking would cause her to lose her virginity, they were just playingright?Every researcher had to make sacrifices, even if it was her dignity,right?The arousal flooding her thoughts made it harder and harder to think straight every second she endured their assault. Denial began to twist to a form of acceptance, albeit one that was reluctant. Forced into a situation that she was not prepared for, Scarlett had begun to adapt to it mentally as she justified her actions with the necessity of research. Her grandfather would have had plenty to say about that, but fortunately he was not here to witness what was going on. Otherwise she would have been much more humiliated than she was already.As things were, it seemed that the Deerling were intent on bringing a climax out of her. Though not the focus of its motions, Scarlett's clit would be brushed by that thrashing tongue as it lapped up sweet nectar from her folds. She danced in place, tip toe perch leaving her very unstable as the Pokemon forced more and more pleasure upon her. The other one continued from behind, the tip of its tongue, occasionally slipping into her rear a short distance. Not very far though, especially with how tight her muscles were. But there was a presence nonetheless.The duo knew what they were after from the human, and pursued it with an unyielding energy as they molded the researcher to their whims Even as Scarlett's mind drifted on the line between denial and acceptance, her consent dubious at best, the Deerling below her didn't let up for even an instant as they continued to sexually assault her tantalizing, virgin holes with their hot, rough tongues. 'No! I can't just let them do this to my p private places, can I...?' the voluptuous researcheress argued with herself, her entire countenance glowing with an embarrassed pink blush as she was eaten out publicly in the middle of the forest. Her mind was racing with shame: what would happen to her family's reputation if she was caught getting tongue fucked by Deerling how disappointed and hurt would her father feel if he found out how much of a whore would her peers, like Nathan, view her as if this salacious display was brought to the knowledge of the public and how quickly could her promising career get squashed beneath the wait of her plump ass? With those fears the beautiful researcheress finally worked up the nerve to fight back for her cute, pink cunt and tight, rosebud, biting down painfully on her sweet lower lip, she shifted and began finally pushing down against their heads with all of her strength just as the front Deerling's tongue brushed against her eager clit and surged a spasm of arousal all the way up her spine forcing her lips to gasp open as she let out a loud, shameful moan of pleasure,"AH Scarlett's entire body went rigid for a moment as carnal bliss washed over her mind and dulled her inhibitions she was on the threshold of the very first orgasm of her life. The girl's pushing faltered to all but nonexistence as her petite arms and long legs trembled in pleasure, barely even managing to keep her standing with her precarious tiptoed stance. The two Deerling edged her against the peak of what bliss her amateur sexes could endure as one's tongue stirred up her warm, wet pussy, delving just far enough inside her that it nearly pressed against her hymen, her most precious possession. The other Deerling's tongue threatened her dainty little, puckered asshole as even it managed to slip it's way and inch or two inside her nubile body forcing the girl to dance in a display of uneasy satisfaction as he made a show of rimming her for all to see."Ah Oh Ah Oh Wh Why does it feel so good !?!?" The researcheress moaned out, her blush only growing more intense as she realized that she just admitted her pleasure aloud. If anyone were to see this how could she possibly deny their inevitable accusations of her being a slut now? And even if her own voicing wasn't proof enough, her pussy was water falling with the sweet juices of her arousal. There was no one around to answer Scarlett's question, or to witness her humiliation at the hands of the two Pokemon. Would they have even had an answer for how she could be finding such carnal pleasures in the here and now? Considering her avenue of study, it was likely that she was the very first to experience this sort of thing. Or at the very least anyone else who knew wasn't talking. Otherwise it would have been less of a surprise.Scarlett had finally been spurred into action in her own defense, yet it had come up short once again. The Deerling were simply too relentless, their tongues jabbing against sensitive points to drive all of the fight out of her. Her moans filled the air, and her arousal was easily lapped up by her Pokemon assailant. It clearly enjoyed doing that, even if that nearly brought it up against her hymen at the same time.As if aware of how close she was, the duo picked up the pace. The coarse tongues thrashed inside of her, pressing even closer against her if that was even possible. It was like they knew she was on the edge, and intended to shove her over it whether she wanted to or not. There was no telling what had compelled the friendly Pokemon to do this, but as circumstances were it seemed like she had no choice, whether she wanted to or not. They were driven towards their goal, and huffs of warm air accompanied each firm swipe as they lapped at her tender flesh with abandon. Clearly Scarlett was destined to be the researcheress who finally uncovered the secrets of Pokemon sexual reproduction, in just one day she had made not just one, but two breakthroughs that alone would be enough to catapult anyone's career into the forefront of scientific stardom, if not for the whorish way she conducted her research. Yet, in the girl's mind, all thoughts of her career had been pulverized between the warring forces of shame and pleasure: the latter of the two gaining more and more control as wave after wave of thrill inebriated her thoughts. It was too late for the researcheress to fight back against her lust, despite wanting dearly to do so, her body had already betrayed her and she was forced to ride those Deerling's coarse, thrashing tongues to completion whether she wanted to or otherwise. It took everything she had to hold back her primal urge to get penetrated by the Pokemon beneath her, and even despite that she was moaning like a slut as one's tongue swirled greedily within the warm, wet flesh of her cunt and the other delved curiously into her intestines through her delectable rosebud,"Ahh ! Ohhhh ! I I can't take it anymore !!!"As if sensing just how close Scarlett was to orgasm both the Deerling became all the more animalistic in their ministrations in tandem, throwing her intensely over the edge on her very first time."Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh When Scarlett's orgasm finally came down the amateurish girl was left completely exhausted, physically and mentally, her entire form going limp as she plummeted plump ass first into the dirt with a rough'smack!'threatening to take either of the Deerling with her if they were too intoxicated with her juices to move out of harm's way. In a moment it was all over as Scarlett's body succumbed to the pleasure forced onto it. The Deerling greedily lapped at her holes as fluids soaked their tongues, even the one behind her finding itself drawn in deeper by her tight rear. It was a suitable reward for the work that the two Pokemon had put into driving her to this state.It was also fortunate that they were quick on their feet, managing to dart back as the strength left her legs and she fell. It kept them from being pinned to the ground in a most unfortunate manner, better for all of them. After a moment or two the Deerling stepped back up, rubbing their heads against her upper torso in a motion that was a bit more pure and less outright sexual. Occasionally they would lick at fair skin, the remnants of what they had done still lingering.Yet after a moment they would then find themselves shoved to the side by a firm push and the inexorable weight of mass. Stantler had made his return, drawn by her orgasm and the scents that came with it. The Deerling were forced to back off as the larger Pokemon loomed over Scarlett. From her vantage point it would be nigh impossible to miss the red tinted shaft that emerged from the Pokemon's sheath, eager for the attention that she could give it. It was easily eight inches if not more, and it was fairly thick as well. There was no doubt that it would break someone who had never had any sexual experience up until now.Yet now it loomed over her, rigid shaft near her head as it looked down at the human with a powerful huff of breath. Its musk filled the air, clashing with the smell of sweat and sex. It did not intend in simply letting her walk away, that was for sure. As Scarlett sat there, her drooling cunt and twitching asshole pressed directly into the dirt and her long, alluring legs splayed out in front of her showing off her luscious thighs, soaked in her own arousal, and a view at her satisfied cunt, the afterglow of her first orgasm left her with a big, dumb smile on her milky white countenance. Yet, as her pleasure slowly faded all that was left in it's place was an intense shame. She really just got tongue fucked by Pokemon out in public, where anything or anyone could have seen, and the Pokemon that forced themselves on her were Deerling of all things. Clearly she didn't try her best to escape their delving tongues else she would have, they were less than half her size, so the only possible conclusion both for herself and anyone who might be watching is that she was some sort of Poke slut, the very first to ever exist as far as she knew. As shame washed over her entire form her face blazed with a bright pink blush of humiliation and her dumb grin fell to an anxious, yet somewhat seductive, biting of her lower lip.Luckily for both the girl's vulnerable body, and shattered self esteem when the Deerling snapped her out of her mental persecution and brought her back to the real world it was with an act of kindness. Her gorgeous blue eyes narrowed down on the pair as they nuzzled into her ample, perky breasts. Her face lit up with a gentle grin and they even managed to coax a giggle out of the researcheress as they licked through her soaked blouse and dragged their tongues along her smooth, soft skin,"Hehehe ! That tickles! You little rascals..." Sadly, the Deerling and Scarlett didn't have a chance to go for a more wholesome round two as the Deerling were shoved aside by a Stantler easily twice their size and nearly three times as bulky. The Pokemon easily loomed over the researcheress as she sat there in the dirt, it had nearly forty pounds on her and it was only about a foot shorter than her even when she was standing. Scarlett's eyes widened, clearly intimidated, as she stared up at it."H Hey there..." She let out with a noticeable fear behind her voice, after all the events that had happened today her beliefs in being perfectly safe around Pokemon were starting to crumble.Then Scarlett's gaze caught the sight of his thick, meaty, red cock jutting out from under his muscular form and pointing directly at the girl, her eyes shooting wide and her sweet lips gasping in surprise as she peered at it in awe. Just like when the researcheress bore witness to the Nidorino's cock she couldn't help but be enraptured in the sight, scrutinizing every detail analytically as her eyes narrowed on the large, erect rod, her blush burning nearly as bright as it had been when Nathan saved her from getting rutted earlier. 'W Wow, it's so big ...Red and thick... It has a sheath to keep it safe until it finds something it intends to m mate with...' With that last thought she suddenly realized that it was her it intended to breed with it's long, powerful cock. The researcheress' adorable nose crinkled in disgust as the intoxicating scent of the Stantler's sex wafted over her and invaded her already pleasure addled mind. She was left speechless, her cute mouth hanging wide open, as she couldn't manage to do anything but stare. It was really quite remarkable, how Scarlett could go from such an experience, one that might traumatize others, back to her analytical self as if nothing had happened. Perhaps the Deerling had helped with it, not simply leaving her there but instead sticking around to comfort her. If that was the reason for her sudden good mood, it was a short lived one as the Stantler approached. Even then she could take solace in fact and data, at least into it became apparent what the Pokemon intended to do to her.This time, there was no one around who could save her from this fate.Eying the human, after a few moments the Stantler huffed before stepping forward. Its mass moved over her sitting form, bringing its shaft against her lips. Should she continue to gawk in a stupor it would slide right in, claiming her mouth as well. Heat radiated outwards as her tongue was shoved to the side from the cock's girth. It wasn't beng particularly rough about it, but even then it's size meant that she would be limited in what she could do as the tip of its shaft pushed further towards her throat. It certainly helped Scarlett's mental state that the Deerling stuck around to comfort her instead of leaving her wallowing in shame and humiliation it felt good to be appreciated, even if by the creatures that essentially just raped her.The poor girl was left dumbstruck as she stared up at the Stantler's thick red rocket, all but drooling over the sight in a manner that would only seem whorish given the context of her previous sexual endeavors with the Deerling, though in reality it was the discovery that amazed her so, not her quickly dissipating lust. Despite that her body's arousal did start to pick back up again as more and more of the Stantler's musk flooded her adorable nose, awakening the primal urge to get bred from within her loins, and forcing her already sloppy cunt to heat up in anticipation. This time there were no heroes a shout away that could come rushing to her rescue, or if there was they were far too busy enjoying the show to dare stop it. When the Pokemon finally got tired of waiting and stepped forward it could feel the researcheress' warm, sensual breaths caressing the head of it's meaty cock, her gorgeous blue eyes following it devotedly. It wasn't until the Stantler pressed the warm, musky head of it's dick right into her sweet, parted lips and nearly forced it inside her entirely that the girl finally snapped out of her stupor, pulling away coyly."W Woah, w woah. Calm down big boy..." She let out in a meek defiance. 'D Did he really try to just put it in my mouth...?' She thought to herself embarrassingly, 'Well... At least I can get a closer look.' She conceded.With that thought she raised her dainty right hand up and ran the tips of her smooth, soft fingers over his mass, watching for any reaction with an intense curiosity and noting the sensation of her touch for science of course! The Stantler huffed in annoyance as Scarlett pulled back, dodging its attempted thrust at the very last second. Admittedly it did not mind that it was denied this experience, but the sensations that it had raised taunted and teased the Pokemon, making it all the more determined to succeed later on.For now she was free to fondle and examine as she wished. The Stantler shifted slightly, not used to contact such as this and unsure as to how he should react. The shaft bobbed eagerly, the very end glimmering from where her saliva had come in contact with it. every so often a pulse would race down its length, a small glob of precum emerging from its slit and soiling her hands in turn with the clear liquid. There would be plenty to observe in that regard.Yet eventually it became too much for the poor Stantler, who began to grunt as his hips rocked forwards in some attempt to mate. Needless to say he was not very used to teasing like what she was currently inflicting upon him. Even that had to earn a bit of sympathy, right? As the Stantler shifted and it's large, red cock bobbed back and forth under her gaze her bold blue eyes followed it's every movement like a cat tracing a swinging ball of yarn."Oh?" Scarlett moaned out in surprise as she felt his mass throb under her fingertips, her blush growing a little brighter as she realized she was willingly touching a Pokemon's penis out in public. Her eyes narrowed down on his dick head as globs of precum lubricated it, letting out a squeak of disgust as the sticky liquid caught on her fingers and webbed between them,"Eww, hehehe Gross!" Despite her negative response the researcheress leaned back in, bringing her face within inches of his cock as she studied it closely. 'I It's so big and warm... Why is it so thick, just to pleasure it's mate? It's so long it's sperm would certainly flood the womb during an orgasm, it must have a very high pregnancy rate...' She mused to herself.Scarlett once again got lost in her analysis, and didn't notice the Stantler getting frustrated from her unintentional teasing. When the large Pokemon thrust it's hips like it was trying to fuck her fingers it's dick head jabbed right into her sweet lips and forced her to recoil backwards, her countenance shimmering with Stantler precum as if she made a mess applying lip gloss, a line of the dick fluid stretching from her lip all the way back to it's cock humiliatingly,"Ah! C Calm down big boy! It's just a little examination..." She squeaked out in surprise, wrapping her entire smooth, delicate right hand around it's thick rod in an attempt to control it his mass too large for her hand to curl all the way around and inadvertently pleasuring it with her gentle grasp in doing so. The pre splashed on her lips made the Stantler's musky scent even more intense, her head starting to spin with lust. Her dainty hand then started to jerk slowly up and down the length of his rod as she watched in reverence, her other hand quickly joining the first as she pumped up and down it's imposing cock curiously. Scarlett may have considered it nothing more than a simple scientific examination, but the Stantler was not so academically inclined. Considering her position, it would have been more than easy enough to push her this way and that if it really wanted to. Only her position near its shaft kept it from doing so, though she would be left swaying gently as a result.If there was anyone to watch they would have been treated to an erotic sight, with the string stretching from Scarlett's mouth to the Stantler. It was a sight that was, unfortunately, lost on the Deerling, as they generally lacked a regard for such content. Perhaps some of the more human like or intelligent Pokemon would have appreciated what they were now being allowed to witness.It might have been only an examination, but it was quickly becoming more as Scarlett began to give the Stantler an impromptu handjob. Its pre helped there, reducing the friction of her hands a bit even if it made her dirtier in the process. She was certainly controlling it, but probably not in the way that she had intended.Stantler's grunts and whines increased in volume as it went on. His hips bucked slightly, pushing his shaft through her hands even as they moved along his length in turn. Her care caused the throbbing of his shaft to increase, a rising heat accompanying it. Each pulse seemed to spill a bit more clear fluid from the tip, sticking to her hands and falling to the ground below in a waste. The smell intensified as he drew ever nearer to his climax. Whether she would be able to recognize it in time was an entirely different story. As the Stantler looming over Scarlett rocked back in forth in an attempt to shove her into a position where he could properly introduce his long, thick cock to her virgin snatch the voluptuous girl was forced to sway back and forth in tandem, her cute, pink, naked cunt rolling against the dirt with each movement and marking it with a cocktail of girlcum and Deerling saliva as she held on dearly. By now the researcheress barely even considered that she was still in the relative public of an open forest, at the danger of being stumbled upon by another trainer, or a Pokemon bigger and badder than the Stantler enjoying her touch currently. She was far too enthralled with the juicy rod of meat between her dainty hands to care about anything else, both her aching lust and her career goals forcing her to focus all her attention on the awesome display that was his red cock. Scarlett was too naive to know what a handjob was, or to realize just how much pleasure she was gifting the Stantler as her hands quickly got messy with his sticky, disgusting precum. Of course, the researcheress knew about sex, though in a purely scientific sense: the penis goes in the vagina, where it orgasms and it's sperm finds an egg to host it she was entirely amateur when it came to actual sex.As the Pokemon started to grunt and whine frantically, bucking it's hips and threatening her shimmering countenance with another pendulum dick slap if she wasn't careful, the girl's control of it's cock became less of a pumping and more it fucking her smooth, soft palms in an attempt to get off. Her gorgeous blue eyes widened inquisitively as the Stantler's cock's throbbing got more and more intense, like a heartbeat, pulsing warmth through her hands and spilling a stream of his pre down into the dirt between her splayed out legs, nearly mixing with the girlcum and Deerling saliva as it inched closer and closer to her greedy cunt. By now the musky scent of the Stantler's animalistic sex overwhelmed her thoughts so thoroughly that she couldn't even attempt to keep up a scientific analysis, pure lust forcing her to continue servicing him as she was completely unprepared for his burgeoning orgasm, her hands clamping down tighter on his mass just to be able to not get thrown off. As time passed by the role that Scarlett filled shifted. Scientific analysis had ended, thrown to the wayside by smells, motion, and pure lust. Now she served as nothing more than a tool for Stantler to get off on. Her body rocked back and forth, hands clasped tight as she massaged his shaft with each rough motion. The fact that there were Deerling around to watch had been lost in the heat of the moment, and they were certainly treated to quite the show.Faster and rougher it moved, sliding against her palm without stopping. Every moment saw the ground below them become more of a mess, and every moment saw Scarlett move into much the same state. Things rose in intensity, reaching a fever pitch, until the dam broke at last.Scarlett might be able to notice the tip of Stantler's shaft flaring open wide just moments before, but it would be little warning before the Pokemon came. thick seed splattered all over her, its virile load aimed directly at her thanks to her hands. Her cheeks, her chest, some would even get in her mouth if she was too stunned to react quickly enough. Stantler groaned, muscles tense as he spent himself. She had been subjected to her first Pokemon orgasm, without even trying to do so. The erotic show Scarlett and the Stantler were putting on free display for the two Deerling, and any other creature lucky enough to stumble upon it, would surely act as great motivation to the two young Pokemon. If they had only been evolved into Sawsbuck they could have been the ones fucking her delicate hands instead of being forced to just watch, and be content with eating her out, not that they likely minded the sweet tastes of her lush snatch and delectable asshole, all dripping with juices and girlcum.The poor researcheress was far too naive to notice the signs before it was too late, the Stantler's thick, meaty cock flaring up right before her gaze only for her to overlook her final warning."Ahhh!" Scarlett squealed out in surprise as suddenly torrents of musky, thick jizz shot out of his dickhead, her gorgeous blue eyes just managing to snap shut in time as it exploded all over her milky white countenance and painted her face with sperm. Her sweet lips were too slow, a shot of cum slipping into her warm, wet mouth before she could close it causing her cute lips to purse in absolute revulsion as her senses of sight, taste, smell, and touch were all completely overwhelmed with Pokemon spunk. Jet after jet of sperm burst all over her, splattering into her long brilliant red hair and knotting it with ooze, before flooding down her countenance, over her vulnerable neck, and staining her blouse off white all around the collar and all over her ample, perky breasts causing it to stick to her skin disgustingly and show a salacious outlining of her tits, her erect nipples poking noticeably through the fabric. By the time the Stantler finished shamefully orgasming all over her she was blushing with an intense debasement unlike any she had ever felt before, yet it was barely noticeable beneath the thick coating of jizz. When she was sure it was safe she quickly spit out the cum invading her mouth, it crashing over her breasts, gagging and coughing in revulsion before her sticky hands darted to her face and attempted to wipe all the spunk out of her eyes. Just like that Scarlett had been the first person to ever witness a Pokemon orgasm, and it was in just about the most humiliating way imaginable: at least it was impressive. As the climax came to an end, Scarlett would find that the Stantler's shaft did not deflate like a humans would in the same situation. The head remained expanded, no doubt a mechanism to keep its seed inside of its mate for a longer period of time and to ensure they were successfully bred. Of course in this case that did not do much except make it easier to examine, but that was hardly a downside for a scientist.Of course that assumed Scarlett had the time to do anything of the sort. Instead she was busy cleaning herself off after the experience that she had been subjected to. The Deerling backed off, responding to the sight and scents that made it clear they did not have a chance. Perhaps they would return sometime, but for now she was alone with the larger Pokemon. If there was anyone still watching, they wisely remained out of sight.Steping back, the Stantler huffed. Its gaze narrowed in annoyance as it realized that it's seed had merely ended up all over her front, rather than inthe proper spot. Its head then dipped, nudging her and pushing with sheer mass to mimic the sort of positions it was used to. The previous time had felt oddly good even if it was not used to that sort of thing, but instinct screamed that it had to continue, at least until it had mated properly. "Eww, euch, that's sooo gross!" Scarlett let out in a mix of disgust and shameful arousal as her dainty hands shoveled Stantler splooge out of her eyes before shaking them and splattering cum everywhere, her adorable nose crinkling in revulsion as Pokemon musk permeated through her entire being and stoked the fire of arousal raging in her soaked, virgin pussy. The researcheress' bold blue eyes then blinked open curiously, her gaze immediately falling on the sight of the Stantler's large, meaty cock and bulbous, flaring dickhead despite the fact that she didn't see the head of it's cock remain expanded she immediately recognized it as such, as if she had already memorized it's proportions and could appreciate any change she encountered. 'I It's p penis is still as hard as a rock, and the way it's flared out like that... It's like it is was trying to lock it, and all it's sperm, inside it's mate's vagina so that it could guarantee pregnancy. Thank goodness it wasn't inside me...' She deduced rather quickly, despite the intoxicating musk and debasement crashing through her mind in waves.Regardless of her disgust, as the Stantler started backing away, the jizz covered researcheress immediately set to fishing out a handful of vials and collecting multiple sperm samples from her own body, scraping lines of sticky, thick cum into them that the Stantler had been so generous to donate, prioritizing areas not contaminated with her own saliva or other foreign particulates, and hiding it away on her person for future examination. Scarlett was so excited about herdiscoverythat she nearly pulled out her modified Pokedex and started typing up a report right then and there with her jizzy fingers, cumdump visage, and all.Unfortunately for the girl, the Stantler didn't intend to just let all his hard work go to waste for her research. Scarlett was too lost in her sexual inebriation and examination to pay the Pokemon much mind, aside from often glancing up at his swaying erection, so when he made his way forward and nudged her the girl easily was thrown off her balance and fell ass first back into the dirt with a squelching of splooge."Ouch!" She squeaked out cutely as she looked up at the aggravated Stantler. Laying flat on her back she was in no way in proper mating position, but her luscious thighs were spread and her dripping, fertile, virgin cunt was on tantalizing display just beneath her sultry miniskirt."What was that for?" Scarlett let out with a pout, "Aren't you s satisfied?" She stuttered out, her blush blazing even brighter beneath a countenance of spunk as the realization finally started to set in that she just gave her first sexual favor to a Pokemon of all things. Though he had succeeded getting her attention, Stantler found that Scarlett had not fallen in a position where he could do anything beyond get a view. Which was not to say that it was an unpleasant sight as she spread herself open before him, but looking and doing were too very different things. And the mind of a Pokemon would much rather act than simply view, at least the more instinct driven breeds like him would prefer to do so.Instead he merely became more frustrated, nostrils flaring as he glared down at her. Then in a sudden heave of motion the Stantler rose onto its hind legs with a cry of 'Stantler!' filling the air. It held that position for a few moments, shaft awkwardly swaying in the air from the motion of its body as it attempted to intimidate its would be mate into compliance. It could not directly force her, but it could scare her.Then it came down, hooves slamming into the dirt very near her as it did so. They carried with them the promise of harm, or perhaps simply a warning. It was hard to tell how serious it was being. But with the Deerling holding back, it seemed unlikely that anything or anyone would come to her aid if it did choose to get increasingly physical. Something worth keeping in mind as she decided what to do next. Scarlett quickly even snuffed out the amazing view he was getting, closing her luscious thighs over her gushing snatch in a vain attempt to protect the modesty she had already lost before seeing as she got licked to orgasm by a pair of Deerling, gave a handjob to a Stantler, and was painted with Pokemon jizz from the collar up, still she tried regardless. When the Stantler started to clearly get even more frustrated the poor researcheress' eyes widened fearfully and she started to back away slowly and cautiously, forgetting about her research for the moment."Ah!" She squealed out in terror as it suddenly rose into the air and cried out for her cunt, though of course the chaste Scarlett couldn't identify the cry as such. She immediately dug her heels into the ground and launched herself away from the Stanter is it threatened to trample her, shooting backwards and banging her head painfully against the tree that her gear had been set by, her head spinning in a daze as she stared up at the Pokemon looming over her in dismay.Just as the girl predicted the Stantler did trample the place she was just lying a few moments ago, as far as her addled mind could tell, kicking up dust and spunk into the air violently."Wh What, it's okay, everything is okay." She tried to let out in a soft, soothing voice as she trembled in a ball a few feet back."I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm your friend, I just helped you didn't I?" Her blush burned brighter as she pleaded, admitting publicly to giving the Pokemon a handjob. With that she slowly pulled herself onto her hands and knees, now in perfect position to be bred aside from the fact that her plump ass and juicy holes were facing away from his angry cock, before crawling forward towards him and attempting to stroke his fur in hopes of calming him down. Though, if he showed any signs of hostility as she was making her way forward Scarlett would immediately turn tail, try to stumble to her feet, and go sprinting towards the little pond where she might escape her handjobee turned potential rapist. While the Stantler dimly recognized that Scarlett was trying to put him at ease once more, he was in the sort of position where he could not be so easily assuaged. The glimpse that she provided did not do much to serve, while she kept the target of his desires facing away. While she was safe for the moment, there was no way of telling how long that situation would endure.For now though she attempted to fix whatever had gone wrong, of some degree of consideration. He certainly didn't mind her stroking his fur, but with it not near the source of his frustration it would not solve much. Annoyed grunts filled the air as he shifted on his feet, pawing at the ground and swaying in place. His shaft continued to bob, fiery red in color and seeking the penetration that it had been denied.There wasn't much that it could do in that position either, so it would attempt to step back so it could actually see where she was. The orbs in its antlers glistened, flaring a deep purple, though it did not seem like it had attempted to use Hypnosis on her. Perhaps it was an intimidation tactic more than anything. At the same time it would pace, trying to get behind her for another round of mating. The more she moved away, the more agitated he would continue to become. Something had to give, of this they could be certain. As Scarlett's delicate, jizzy fingers ran comfortingly through the Stantler's fur just above his fore legs the researcheress let out a warm cooing,"See, everything is okay. Everything is just fine. I'm your friend " The girl herself relaxing a bit at being allowed to at least attempt to comfort the Pokemon looming over her. Sadly those attempts didn't prove as fruitful on the Pokemon itself: his annoyed grunts forcing the girl to try and calm him more desperately, which ironically made her touch less soothing. Even despite the danger when Scarlett's bold, beautiful blue eyes caught the sight of the Stantler's post orgasm cock swaying back and forth in open air she couldn't help but be mesmerized all over again. Her gaze locked intimately on his massive, red rod, her plump ass even beginning to sway back and forth in tandem with the Pokemon's dickhead as she observed it.When the Stantler pulled away the researcheress' touch slipped down his leg and fell back to the jizzy, trampled floor beneath her snapping her out of her momentary trance. The Pokemon got an amazing view of the girl's jizz painted countenance and all but devoted stare as it backed into a new perspective, the girl herself barely even noticing it's flaring purple eyes."A Are you okay now?" she let out cautiously. While the Stantler hadn't attempted a Hypnosis it had clearly succeeded in having a hypnotizing effect on the girl whether it be her passion as a researcher or a more depraved passion that she could never admit Scarlett couldn't pull her eyes away from the cock that just splattered seed all over her. 'I can't believe I'm the only one to ever witness this' She thought to herself, though she was more than thankful none were witnessing her current display, at least to her knowledge.The researcheress' lustful gaze followed the Stantler's bobbing cock as it circled around her and she lost view of it, the Pokemon finally getting to her backside and with the girl in the perfect position to be mounted and bred. Scarlett's bare knees and palms pressed into the jizzy dirt as she took a deep breath in through her adorable nose and out her sloppy lips, sucking in all manner of musk, as she tried to calm the raging inferno in her loins. With her tight, Deerling saliva slicked asshole and virgin pussy streaming with her sweet juices put on full display to the Stantler for this one moment this was likely his one and only chance to make the one decisive plunge he had been craving for so long. There would be no answer to her question as the Stantler moved behind Scarlett. That by itself served for an answer, as it would not have moved in such a way if it were satisfied. Not that he was the only one as her body betrayed the desire that it felt in that moment. No matter how much she tried to calm herself and stop this betrayal, so long as there was outside stimulus it was a futile struggle. and plenty of outside stimulus there was, for the Stantler was still held sway by his base instincts. he was no more able to resist the desires of his body than she was, even if he had less incentive to try.Faced with Scarlett's behind, a huff filled the air as the Stantler gazed down at her. While it might not be able to identify everything by sight, it could certainly smell her arousal. With the care she had provided, it was more than ready for a second round as well. And this time it aimed to do things the right way. and so it moved over her, letting her back brush against its furred belly as it assumed a more natural position. Its shaft brushed against her rear, dragging a mixture of saliva and lewd juices across her bare skin as it sought its target.Fortunately Stantler did not become too frustrated before it found what it was looking for. This would not provide much comfort for Scarlett though as it rocked its hips forward, shoving its thick shaft inside of her without any hesitation. Which was likely to be very overwhelming even if she was properly aroused, as Stantler was large even by average pokemon standards. Her reaction would certainly be something to see as the Pokemon claimed her.

['Oak']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/960/

Dullness at work (futent x alzayin2099)

Hermione Weasley.....she still loved the name, had loved it ever since the day she had married that idiot husband of hers....though his idiocy was part of why she loved him.. He had given her two wonderful children and had always worked hard to provide for them....but lately....these past few months....Hermione had started to feel a distance between them. They still talked, still laughed....but it had been months since Ron had touched her, had looked at her the way he used to. Sure, Hermione was a teacher at Hogwarts now, teaching the Charms class and living in the castle, but Ron still came to visit her. Even better the children were attending school, Rose in her fifth year and Hugo in his third, so she got to see them all she wanted.Still....Hermione was starting to feel lonely. She wanted to feel the excitement that she had felt back when they first got married. She had tried....she'd tried dressing sexily, other little romantic gestures, but Ron was always so tired.Professor Granger sighed as she sat at her desk, waiting for the next class to arrive, should be within the next few minutes. This was no place for her personal problems, and she was determined to just get on with the class and ignore everything else. A young male in his 4th year at Hogwarts walked into Professor Weasley's classroom, flirting with several girls in his year as he brushed a strand of his black hair away from his forehead and his glasses covering his blue eyes. The 5'9 boy winked at the girls and said sweet nothings to them, with little magic notes appearing in their hands. One note had accidentally wound up on the desk of one Hermione Weasley, with the words "Why don't you and me make some magic together, cutey pie?"The male, Jonah Simpson was the son of famed wizard author Joseph Simpson and 4th year Gryffindor despite his father's place in Ravenclaw. He brushed off his robes which worked to hide his muscular phsyique he had gained during his puberty. Jonah sat down at his desk in the front of the room, looking at Mrs. Weasley once the class was about to start. Hermione raised an eyebrow as the note appeared on her desk, discreetly picking it up and reading it, then frowning. She quickly tapped it with her wand in order to track its source, before tucking it away in her pocket. She'd have to keep Jonah after class....she'd warned him about things like this before. Forgetting about it for now however, the woman slowly stood up as the class took their seats, tapping her wand on her desk."Now now, settle down everyone, let's get to work shall we?" She smiled, then proceeded with the class as normal, showing no signs that anything was bothering her or that she was slightly annoyed about the note. Everything proceeded as normal until the class was over, the last class before lunch too. "Alright everyone, remember your homework. Jonah, can you stay behind for a few minutes please? I'd like to have a little word with you" Jonah smiled at her and said, "Sure thing, teach." The boy had a Southern accent from the States, considering his father raised him in Georgia. He looked at the teacher as all the other students left him behind. He waved at several girls and said, "I'll see y'all later tonight." He blew a kiss as he stayed seated. Once the entire class had left, he looked back at Hermione and said, "What did you need to talk to me about? My grades are still good right?" "It isn't your grades that are the problem" Hermione pulled the note from her pocket, setting it down on the desk he was sat at as she stood infront of him. "I've warned you before about flirting in class like this. And now your notes are finding their way to my desk. Would you mind explaining this please?" She pushed the note towards him, then folded her arms. "You're much too young to be flirting like this so seriously" He laughed a bit and said, "Oh oops. Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. I sent that to you by total accident. Not that you aren't a babe yourself. I'm sure you and the Mister have a lot of magic all your own. But I don't think there is an age at which one shouldn't flirt. I show interest and they show interest back. I didn't think it would upset you. I promise I will behave from now on." He looked at her and said, "Anything else I should be told." "Jonah....don't call your teacher a babe...." Hermione sighed and shook her head, then quickly looked away when he talked about her and Ron having their own 'magic'.....it had been nearly a year now since there had been any figurative magic between them... "Jonah, you should wait until you're older for things like that, you're much too young to really understand yet" Jonah frowned a bit and said, "Mrs Weasley, I'm kinda upset. I don't know what you think about me but I'm not a little boy like that. I know all about sex. I know how it happens. I know how to do it. I've read magazines. I've seen movies. So I understand why you would think that but still, don't treat me like i'm a little kid." He spoke almost in a firm commanding voice. "Also, you are a babe, but if you don't want me to say it, I won't. But I just think you should acknowledge that you are very attractive." "Jonah...it's really not your place to say that, or to ask that of me" Still, Hermione had to admit it was somewhat flattering for such a young man to think of her as attractive. Especially when there were so many younger girls around. Even so..... "Jonah, reading magazines and seeing movies isn't anywhere near enough to actually know things...." She slowly shook her head, rubbing her face. "You do at least know about protection don't you? Spells and potions?" "I know all about spells and potions. I had a class that taught me all about that when I was in America. I know spells to protect girls from getting pregnant. I know spells to make girls have more fun. Make things more enjoyable. I'm sure you don't wanna hear this, Mrs. Weasley, but I am not a virgin." The boy ran a hand through his hair again and said, "I'm somewhat of a ladykiller. I bet if you weren't so happily married, I could even seduce you." He said before remembering she was still his teacher, "Uh with all due respect, ma'am." "Jonah..." Hermione blushed slightly, still looking away from him as he spoke. "This is what I'm talking about, you don't think before you open your mouth, you just have sex on your mind all the time whenever a woman is around you, you can't help yourself. You need to find a different outlet for your frustrations, or try and find a long term, stable relationship" Still, she had to admit she was intrigued by these spells he had spoken of....to make the girl have more fun....she'd never heard of such spells. "Sorry Mrs. Weasley. It's not that I'm that bad. But I am a teenage boy. I think about sex all the time. I must admit, I do always think about sex. I mean it's just my hormones. I've even thought about sex with you. I'm even thinking about sex right now. And they aren't really frustrations. It's just that sex is enjoyable. I mean why shouldn't I enjoy it?" he said curiously. "Give me one good reason." Hermione immediately blushed when he said he was thinking about sex with her. "Jonah is....is that true...?" He really was? A young, handsome boy like him was thinking about sex with her? "I....I'm not saying you shouldn't enjoy it....I'm just saying....that you're a little too obsessed with it is all" He smiled at her and said, "Mrs. Weasley, come on. Be honest. Everyone thinks about sex. I'm sure all this talk of sex is making you think of Mr. Weasley having sex with you." He then walked around the room, able to sense she was getting slightly flustered at this conversation. He walked behind her and began to rub her shoulders. "You seem very tense. Let me help you relax." Well it was true, Hermione was thinking back to the days when she and Ron couldn't keep their hands off each other....but then there was a sudden image in her mind....Ron was replaced with Jonah... Hermione gasped as she felt his hands on her shoulders, slowly shaking her head. "Jonah....you shouldn't do that..." Jonah smiled a bit and said, "Don't worry Mrs Weasley. I just want you to be calm and relaxed." He then rubbed a little rougher and leaned down to whisper, "A woman like you can surely keep a straight head around a little horny perv like me." His lips accidentally brushed against her ear softly. "J Jonah...." Hermione bit her lip to suppress a deep breath as he continued to rub her shoulders, her cheeks still flushed bright red, a gasp escaping her lips as she felt his against her ear. "Jonah don't....I....I'm married...I have a family..." "Well then...if you want me to stop, just say that you don't want me and then I will just walk out of that door and go to lunch." He said as he leaned down to look into her eyes and slowly moved closer to her and then forced his lips against hers as he softly held her. Hermione opened her mouth, intending to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't come. Her mind was thinking them, but her mouth just wouldn't say them. Before long, she suddenly felt his lips on her own, her eyes widening and her body going rigid for a few moments, before her hands went to grasp his arms. She wanted to push him awya....but instead her arms ended up pulling him closer....drawing him towards her body.... Jonah moaned softly into the kiss as a bulge grew under his robes. He moved one hand to hold the back of his teacher's head and ran his fingers through her hair as his tongue forced it's way into her mouth slowly. He slowly pulled away to look into her eyes and said, "What do you have to say now, Mrs. Weasley?" he said curiously. God how Hermione wanted to just slap the boys face and tell him to get out....just forgetting about this...but she just couldn't....her body wouldn't allow it...overriding whatever rational thoughts her brain might've been having. "You....are you sure you're not a Veela or something....?" Hermione's breath was somewhat short and deep by now, licking her lips slowly as she still held the boy close to her. Jonah smirked and wrapped his hands around Hermione pulling roughly on her hair to tease her and insinuate that he would be in charge of her. He groaned and pulled away to nibble on her ear and whisper softly, "Maybe we should do this in some place a little more comfortable. Meet me in the Room of Requirement in 15 minutes. And wear something sexy." He smirked and winked as he walked away. What was going on? Before Hermione could even process what was happening, he was gone, his message clear and strong in her mind. Almost immediately after he was gone though, she got up, moving to quickly head for her room. Rumaging quickly through her wardrobe she pulled out a partially see through night gown, one she had bought for Ron, then pulled it on, then quickly pulled her robes on over it.In exactly the 15 minutes he had specified, Hermione was at the room of requirement, waiting for Jonah as he had requested....no...instructed. "....What the hell am I doing...?" Jonah walked out of the shadows off the Room of Requirement with a smirk across his face. "Oh good. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show. Then I would have been upset." The walls of the room was currently covered in many different sexual toys, potions, outfits, and even shackles and chains. Jonah walked past all these items and circled Hermione, much like a shark circling around prey."Well, Hermione..... I hope you don't mind me calling you Hermione but it seems silly to still be so formal around you," said Jonah as he took a firm grasp of her robes and then used his large muscles to rip her robes off to see what was underneath. Hermione stepped into the room quickly so nobody would see her, then watched him circle around her, frowning as he used her first name. "Just....just call me Professor...." It didn't feel right for him to use her first name....despite what she knew was coming. He caught her off guard when he yanked the robes away from her, the woman yelping as she was revealed. She was wearing a semi transparent black nightgown, one that began at her cleavage and ended just below the crotch. It showed off just enough to send the imagination into overdrive without revealing everything....the perfect piece of clothing to seduce virtually any man.

['Hermione', 'Weasley', 'Granger']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/96075/

Halo:Retribuition Rising

The year is 2558, and Humanity has been fighting a long war against an alien race known as the covenant. they have had their..beliefs and for their cause they are willing to fight and die to the last alien for their belief. Humanity has had a tough time fighting them so they have developed super soldiers known as spartans, when first designed they weren't so common but as years went on, their popularity and notoriety grew. They won many conflicts but...at a great cost. Now, there are some covenant who have awoken, and saw through the prophets lies, their "great journey" is going to kill them, the halo rings they worshipped that were designed by the forerunners were not holy relics, they were super weapons meant to contain a parasitic horrrific terror known as the flood that consume and feed on anything and everything in their path. But now they are long since believed extinct, and only remnants of the covenant remain. Now "heretics" known as the swords of sanghelios lead by the arbiter fights against those loyal to the covenant, along with the UNSC that is as well. Meanwhile..the forrunners aren't extinct..not entirely anyway, forerunner soldiers and knights remain and have been taken over by cortana, an AI long past her rampancy due date who has gone rogue on her own path. Conflict rages in the galaxy..worlds burn and new allyships are being forged, but how long will this fight go on? Only time will tell, as we go now the UNSC cruiser that houses many squads of spartans, and is headed by captain Thomas Lasky. And the spartan fireteam Who drew the short end of the stick today is known as Fireteam Onyx. The fireteam leader is SpartanSamuelS 118, Who has served acrossed many battles in the human covenant war, is theHeavy weapons guyof the squad and seen one to many planets glassed. Next we haveJace, S 067 a master infiltrator spartan that specializes in SMGS and close quarters combat. The communications officer of the squad isAryana, S 352 she may look gentle but is much tougher than she looks and lastly we heavy the explovies fanatic of the squad, her name?KamariS 250. Together they are onyx squad and they walk the halls of the metallic grey ship to the captain's helm of the infinity.When they arrived, Lasky dressed in his Gray captains uniform turns around and smiles as the squad approached all in their armor except their helmets they carried underneath their arms. Onyx squad stopped and saluted and lasky nodded, "At ease spartans, I called you here for a reason onyx squad, you are being called to deploy to a forerunner shield world, designation is unknown however there..is no known presence there except a single Covenant cruiser." Sam and jace exchanged glances as Samuel stepped forward raising an eyebrow, "A..single covie cruiser sir? they don't normally travel alone..especially to a shield world without an escort, this doesn't sound right...sir." lasky looked to the team and nodded as his smile faded. "I know spartan, I feel the same way that is why your team is being deployed, to find out what exactly is going on. your to infiltrate the ship, gain intel, report back and DO NOT engage unless absolutely necessary, understood spartans?." Kamari scoffed as her hair fell and covered an eye with an emotionless face as she turned around putting her helmet on "Does anyone else smell trap here? or is it just me lovelies?" She said in a strong british English accent. Sam looked at kamari and back to lasky, "understood sir, we'll get this job done." and with that the spartans saluted as they exited the captains helm and aryana cleared her throat walking next to Samuel "uh sam..are we really going to do this?" sam had a serious expression on his face and looked back at aryana, "We have our orders aryana, besides..this mission is necessary, if the covenant want whatevers there, then we do to." jace ran his hand through his blonde hair smirking, "Heh yeah well as long as I get to shoot something, I don't care." Sam playfully hit the side of jaces arm with a fist, "I got a feeling there will be plenty of shooting for all of us..lets just hope it doesn't come to that.." KestaeusStood on the bridge of her covenant Corvette as she growled. The days have been patrols, getting put to the side, and just staying out of their way. The pack she brought with her had always thought she would rise in the ranks of the covenant. Many believed she would be a glorious commander due to her intellect and tact during battle. But now besides the political bullshit that they were putting through Kestaeus found out more about their "belief". The things she had managed to figure out and read would put her in the treason list by one of her leaders. But it proved that the holy rings were nothing but false prophets! That the rings don't bring salvation nor does it grant anything but a merciful death to starve a very ancient and disturbing parasite. The thought of this parasite getting out made her shake a little in her heavy armor:Floodthose creatures were no joke and she has made sure her personal guard and command avoided any signs of flood containment while she studied the forerunners."Madam Kestaeus, there is a signature off of our bow..." One of the brutes in her personal attack group notified her as she glared at the view that showed the ship."The UNSC....I should have known they would be searching. After their crazy A.I. went on a quest to eliminate all they would be searching for her or anything. Roman, get the rest into hiding! It won't take long for the humans to pick up our ship! We must prepare for our guest. Though don't attack...I want to know what they are after."She said as the one called Roman stopped looking at her with a glare. "Command has stated any contact with Human Spartan forces are meant to be dealt with force!" He said with frustration in his voice. Kestaeus stepped forward brandishing the huge gravity hammer that was just on her right shoulder blade. She held it out in front of her as she didn't glare, no shouting, but Roman could see that look. It was the look of a ruthless, angry brute that was tired of being jerked around."Roman...wish to duel me for control? No? Well then do as I say or I will settle this in the old ways! Go now!!"She yelled at the brute finally after Roman didn't move against her. Kestaeus would give the humans what they want, she even made sure to give some juicy Intel as bait for their attack squads. But she was ready for them as she saw the rest of her forces movement signatures slowly disappear. They would appear a ghost ship, they will make sure their visitors know who they are dealing with. As well as being an extinguished fighter Kestaeus dabbled in a little tech espionage as well though she doesn't do as well as an elite she still knew some. Enough to annoy her enemies while she whittled at them. She would put a dummy virus in the files desguisng it as troop movements for the covenant. Though while distracted the virus would at least recon what they were up to at the shield planet.That was why Kestaeus was here, research not war. Meanwhile..the infinity came into slipspace just around the shield planet where the lone covenant cruiser just stayed in orbit around the shield planet. Fireteam onyx made its way to the vehicle bay where they went to a specially modified stealth pelican where the covenants stealth tech was incorporated into its system. The spartans grabbed their weapons, put their helmets on and kamari and jace stayed in the back of the pelican as aryana and Samuel got into the pilots seat. "Alright aryana as soon as we leave the dock, put us in stealth mode and keep an eye out for any covenant ships that might be in the area.' Aryana with nod said "Rodger that" and the pelican ignited its engines and took off out of the hangar bay and it entered its cloaked state as it blended in among the stars.As the pelican approached aryana scanned the vastness of space.."This.. Doesnt feel right..it feels Tooo easy..theres no breaks in the air..just the one unstealthed carrier. Sam should we still go in?" Sam sighed knowing every instinct told him no..to abort mission but he knew the importance of it and the lives thar could potentially be lost and he looked over at aryana and nodded. "Yes stay on mission, approach slow..theres no banshee patrols out either..so this might be just a recon vessel..lets land in their docking bay and make it to the bridge. " and he tried putting her at ease but he was really trying to just put himself at ease. The pelican got closer and made its way into the docking bay and came down slow and quiet as it landed. Aryana and sam got out of their seats as kamari and jace stood up smgs in jaces hands and a shotgun in kamaris hand and railgun on her back. Aryana shouldered her DMR and sam pulled his SAW off his back. "listen up team, keep weapon discipline but if we are met with resistance, open fire." Kamari and jace both gave a sideways fist bump and said in unisom "don't have to tell us twice!" Then the Spartans filed out and to any outside eyes it would look like their materializing out of thin air. Kamari took the left side, aryana right and sam and jace went straight out and turned around to scan the decks aboved them but sam lowered his weapon aa did jace. "What the hell sam! It's completely empty!." Sam glanced at jace and the surrounding empty bay "the banshees..their in here. Wraith tanks to. Its armed for an assault.." Then kamari looked back "i told you love straight up ambush" sam then patted each member on the shoulder giving hand signals, "then we move quietly but quickly. Lets move spartans!"then with that the Spartans began their journey deeper into the ship going hallway to hallway, empty..devoid of covenant forces trying to find the command helm.. Kestaeus looked at her HUD in her helmet noticing the motion monitors that she had hooked up with the rest of her crew dotted throughout the ship. She had trained them to be this efficient and her personal team could be a spartan's nightmare. As she stared at them she directed them while the Spartans ran or the motion was moving. They couldn't hear too well if they were attempting to reach the bridge where she was concealed.As the dots moved in a pattern that suggested they were doing clearing tactics she smirked. They were operating like many other Spartans she had killed in her campaign against the UNSC. As they finally reached the bridge her crew had slowly sealed off their escape. Despite all of this Kestaeus's aim was not to kill or fight them but tofigurethem out! As her crew had acknowledged that they did what they had done she knew her chatter would be noticed. As she heard a stray bullet fire near her head she only smirked closing her eyes. As she finally stepped out of a dark corner in the bridge. Her armor glisening in the light from space as she moved toward them slowly. Every instance in her mind wasattack!,don't let them have ground!but she ignored her thoughts as she had learned a great deal. They weren't mighty demons, oh they were mighty but not demons but tiny fragile humans.As she finally stopped in front of the group she was surprised to only have a few stray bullets hit and bounce off her powerful shield."You invade my home and fire on me? You may be the humans secret weapons but don't underestimate me...you will regret it. My intial thought is why are you here? If you want...to fight I can accomadate you...though it is tiresome...so many boring repetitive battles nothing of glory in them. Anyway answer me!"She yelled glaring at them as some of her personal guard appear out of thin almost seeming like. They don't fire but surround taking defensive positions. Kestaeus had kept her hands at her sides as she stared at them waiting to see what they do. However she had access to her gravity hammer and could do a lot of damage before reaching for her own arsenal that she carried for short, mid, and long range. When the team was lead, and doors opened on their own...it made it all the more suspicious. Hallways empty..doors opening on their own in a specific path that lead them right to the command bridge which to seeemed empty. But then out of the shadows the brute walked out. But its stature was different..slightly more..feminine. This caught the team by surprise and then her personal guard came out of what seemed like nowhere, like thin air. The team all raised their weapons but realized no matter how fast they fired, they would take a few down but not all of them. But sam stepped out in front meeting the brutes gaze as his helmet unfolded revealing his face. "You should know brute, we won't ever back down from a fight, but you lead us here..on purpose..you WANTED us to find you..your troops kept such great discipline they watched us the whole time while we walked your ship. Hell i bet a thousand to one you have an armada cloaked hiding in the shield world waiting to strike. So my question to YOU is why brute? Its rare to see a female jirlhanee as well especially one in command. Our mission here is to figure out what your doing here."Sam stood his ground, brutes usually respected warriors who never turn and run, but they respect strength and power even more..but she..this brute was different so now sam waited to see how she to was going to respond just as jace holstered an smg putting a hand on his knife "Uh fearless leader.. The meters running and we're surronded here." Aryana glanced over at jace while keeping her rifle trained on the brutes jn the room "J jace quiet, sam has a plan for her." Kamari scoffed and held out her shotgun while grabbing her railgun, "try it you bastards and ill send you to hell with me.." The tension was already high..the spartans antagonizing the ones who had them surrounded didn't make it any better but spartans hated losing, and in this case they almost as soon as it began but they would make a stand if need be..but secretly sam was hoping it wouldnt come to that..maybe even make a potential ally of this female brute IF everything goes right.. Kestaeus stood there as she only kept her smirk,"Heh pretty ballsy spartan. As for your team there is no meter but...there is no armada, there is no invading army...you can check my console behind you."She laughed mockingly as she waited for one of the Spartans to access her console. Bingo! They did and so her virus would effect their equipment but only to a small degree so they couldn't hold anything against her. Information could save them here but if they tried to bargain they couldn't. Though the leader seemed to want something other than battle. He was intriguing as she laughed again at her thought: did she just consider a human an ally or something? The thought was preposterous but in some way she was tired of the current covenant.When the team member finished she smirked,"you best not anger me little man...I will show you how females in my race fight. But you seem different why didn't you keep firing on me? I obviously am at an disadvantage...I might be big, even powerful, but you have a good chance or slight chance to kill me and a tiny chance to get off this ship alive. Why deviate from the little thing you demons do? No, you aren't demons, and there is no Devine path like the prophets...only politics. But that isn't something to worry about...I won't deal with what you have to say. We are on my ship and you will answer my questions regardless what you think your chances are. I have you effectively blocked off and chances are high in my favor. So whatever you are doing here keep at it, maybe this can be other than more dead humans."She continued to talk though her guards didn't drop their stances while others that haven't even shown themselves had spike grenades in their hands just in case. The grenades themselves weren't active but they at the ready as Kestaeus stood there calm, uncharacteristic of her race. Samuel tapped his wrist communicator just to really call the brutes bluff and to his readings..she was telling the truth. He then looked up at the female brute and cocked his head to the side. "Alright fine brute..it seems your telling the truth..your the only covenant cruiser out here. You obviously aren't like other brutes we've faced and we..would like to avoid more blood shed. " sam said glancing around at his team and her brutes and back to kestaeus. "so i didn't fire because you haven't fired on us..perhaps we can come to a cease fire and maybe..work together?" Jace then lunged forward but sam threw a hand out hitting jaces armor stopping him "You CAN NOT be serious sam! How many humans has she killed!?" Then sam turned and got close in jaces face narrowing his eyes "and how many have covenant lives have we taken??! This blood shed ends here. We need to start making allies, this war has gone on long enough, if she has intel she is WILLING to share, im gonna take it.so be quiet and let me talk." Jace stared back angrily and sam stared back as a silent conversation took place with their eyes and jace stood back understanding sam's silent message. Then kamari whispered "real smooth mate.. We're trying to stay alive here yeah?" Jace just grunted annoyed aa sam turned to face kestaeus and aryana sheepishly chuckled "er um..so how about a temporary truce? So that way we can figure out whats going on and perhaps help one another huh?" Aryana said as she was actually the first to lower her rifle. Kestaeus waved her huge alien hand as her group formed behind her, the workings of the Corvette spark alive as the rest of her commading force that could fit into the room did."I am Commander Kestaeus, who do I have the pleasure of talking to? 'Sam' I am not sure if that is your name..."She said smirking as she eyed the leader suddenly Roman appared furious the typical brute. "Kestaeus! What is the meaing of this?! The convenant...." He continued to fight with her his growling obviously making her temperary allies nervous as she looked at him glaring finally the spartans would get to see her hammer upclose. It had a booster which allowed more power to come out of it, she reached for it as the other brutes just backed off. She hoped the spartans would take the hint and back off too if not? Oh well not her problem,"You have betrayed me for the last time ROMAN! I AM COMMANDER ON THIS SHIP!"She roared like any other brute as Roman realized he had just made a huge mistake, suddenly her glowing red gravity hammer was in her two hands. The symbol of another brute she knew but wouldn't say his name or his origins as she held it Roman did wield his weapon which was a standard weapon given to recruits or soldiers of brutes."Heh, that little tiny....", she managed as he lunged at her suddenly her hammer was up and coming down by the time he reached her suddenly a blast that rocked that side of the ship hit as she pushed the hammer to the ground a huge shockwave that was even stronger than the traditional gravity hammer blasted out killing Roman almost on contact as he roared his armor and everything just disappearing as he flew hitting the side of the room hard that his spine shattered.Luckily the blast is pretty focused forward instead pushed outward in all directions as Kestaeus watched the broken body fall to the ground."The rest of you! You will FOLLOW ME or you will DIE!! I don't care for what he thought of the covenant or what any of you do! If you follow me you will find battle, glory, and things better than this stupid Patrolling! COME!!"She yelled which turned into a roar as the rest roared around her as she looked at the leader of the spartan team."I suppose...I could be...enticed to leave my position of power...and maybe help with the fight with you...my personal pack and the rest of my troops want battle and all we get is patrolling. Though it isn't their fault that they want to fight so bad...it is cause they were placed under my command."She said with venom though when she noticed the spartan look at her she glared back saying the subject was touchy and even letting what she had said go was too much. Kestaeus stood there for a second as she put her hammer back nodding off to one of her other personal to dump Roman's body somewhere as he lumbered off without even a yell or complaint. She ran a tight ship and if this did turn out in the spartan's favor any human that she was to take under command would regret being any kind of lazy or back talking. She ...ENJOYEDwhen troops talked back...gave her an excuse to show them what a true battle or pain was. "Commander kesteaus..im spartan Samuel. You can call me Sam..for short." But at that same instance..another brute called roman had protested this new found alliance. The aggression between the brutes caught sams attention but now..the tension was taken off the spartans..however the same couldn't be said for the warring brutes. Sam then held out a hand backing up and the spartans followed suite with sams gesture. When the spine of the brute shattered, the spartan team looked as his body crumpled to the floor as kamari whistled "remind me not to piss you off love.." Jace blinked and looked up at kestaeus "holy hell thats one strong ass brute..she aint screwing around."Then sam eyed kestaeus with a slight smirk when she spoke to him "well..like you'd need more convincing..id say it's a done deal commander kesteaus.. Where we're going there will be PLENTY of fighting..." Kestaeus looked to her pack as she turned to them giving them orders to prepare the Corvette rondeveou with their own frigate. She looked back at them smirking,"Well you better radio your superiors or it is going to look like a covenant corvette is coming in on an attack course. I mean my follows did want a fight and I guess they will get it...I mean I don't think we could stand up against was it...ah yes, the USNC Inifinity..."She commented as she walked past them regardless of any of them brandishing a weapon or not as she crossed her arms over her chest looking out ignoring them unless they wish to speak about anything pertaining to their 'perseuasion' for her to defect to the side of the humans. Though she was on board with it she frowned looking down, she didn't like betraying the world she had ever known but...she knew that there was more than to it than just religious doctrine or some crazy cult preist telling them about 'The Path' which was all bollocks at least to her. After a few minuets of letting the humans get sorted she turns around eyeing the one that was the leader as she walked up to him looking down there was no smirk entertaining her face at the moment as she just kept her eyes on him.Finally she spoke, "I wish to speak with you in private Samuel...your squad can entertain my brutes...don't worry they ...don't bite hard..."She looked at the rest of his team smirking with sharp teeth as the rest of them looked uneasy. It was kind of hilarious to see humans fidget so hard in front of hulking angry beats such as her tamed, disaplined, troop. Though they would be fine in all honesty as her trooop were eve less concerned with setting a plot coarse right for the inifinity. She had quashed any dissent from the get go and Roman was the one that wanted to go back to the covenant and report what we found. Kestaeus didn't really care, she wanted to explore and to get away from being put places to just be out of the way so higher ups didn't have to explain her unique way of thinking and the way she worked effectively."So, Sam, are you going to come with me or not? As for you...", She leaned down so her chest was in front of his vision as well as her upper chest and neckline where the armor didn't competely cover,"...I don't bite either...well...not too hard anyway if you want it..."She coulen't help herself and winked at the little man. The way he handled this whole situation was admirable for a human that normally just shot first and asked questions later. "So what about it hm?", Even though she was toying with him right now she wished to speak on personal matters like tension on the infinity or orders given to them that weren't just to get them killed and so on...but who couldn't rest having a little fun with your old or maybe still enemy turned conditional ally? "Yeah i guess i should shouldn't i?" Sam said with a smirk and he turned his head as slightly as hepressed a button on his ear piece that connected to the infinity, " infinity, this is onyx team, corvette secured er..friendlies aboard infinity." The radio officer acknowledged back as the spartan team had lowered their weapons but kept their eyes all trained on her and their fingers on triggers. Jace looked to the surrounding brood of brutes "Yeah sure..we'll stsy here..not like we got anywhere else to go anyway "When kesteaus got real close to sam he looked up at her tracking her movements and she was closer than he expected her to get. He kept a serious military discilpined composure but a slight pink blush washed over his cheeks "Yeah we um..we have much to discuss in private about this er..new Alliance and how are going to..proceed" aryana fidgeted as she felt a little uncomfortable as she as looked out for sam and she whisperes when she got behind him, "s sam are you sure" sam gulped and looked over his shoulder but kept an eye on on kesteaus "its fine aryana, nothing's going to happen to me.." Kesteaus eyed the female curiously as she only smirked broader, her sharp teeth on display."Don't worry human, I will return your boyfriend without no harm done to him..."She laughed as she noticed the anger rise in the female that had gotten behind Sam though by the time she could retaliate she had already begun her trek back to a section of the room where there was a set of doors opening to a room, her captain's room in a sense for the covenant where there was commuincations when needed from the higher ups. Well those might be the UNSC now which intrigued Kesteaus though she hoped they would know that she wnated one thing beyond this new alliance, fighting etc. She wanted to explore! She wants to seem ore of her world or universe than any other brute or even elite! Though she wouldn't let the spartans know that hell she might not even let the command know just incase they may use it as a way to get her to do an assignment that doesn't throw their spartans in the fire.That was one thing that Kesteaus was going to lay it out for Samuel, that her brood and troops weren't fodder just cause they made an allience. If any hint of that was in the air she would either rebell against her new allies or go up to one of the leaders and kill them for their arrogence. She wouldn't be taken for a fool again since she had already by her own kind and government or holy government! This wasn't going to play out like that AGAIN as she growled hard not sure if Samuel had followed her to where she clenched her fists and slammed htem so hard into the metal desk that it buckled and now had a nice, deep dent in it as she panted gently in low growls. Just then she heard a cough from the Spartan that had entered as the door closed she moved around the desk allowing him one of the covenant seats as she sat down behind hers despite the huge dent she acted like nothing happened or wrong."Now Spartan Samuel, we are going to talk about terms...I know you don't have much power outside of shooting but if you were sent in a single team aboard my ship which is one of the best in the fleet of the covenant you must have some qualifications that give you power. You are going to march up to those stuffy commanders of yours and speak on my terms. If you leaders plan to meet me as well I still prefer you...YOU talk to them...it might sound unorthadox or even cowardly but if I do the talking one of them might die...if you get my drift."She explained as she put her fingers together tapping them as she stared at him."Now, another business question...am I going to have an issue with your team? They seemed edgy and I know that my brutes aren't used to this true or even allience...but you need to make sure your spartans don't go half cocked...or I will kill you all. Those men area my responsibility and I won't have some humans think that they can use them for live practice now that they are docile am I understood?"She growled low with her question like he was a subordinate and she was the high ranking commander like she was in her army. As they kept talking her eyes scanned his body, it was a fine specimen of the human race...sure she didn't know what was under that armor...but most brutes didn't really interest her. She was fine being celebate from her own kind considering most called her stupid or cowardly for taking a more scholarly course through life. Despite being a warring commander she used most of her time exploring and figuring out the universe and its mysteries. Her troops were upset cause one they were being forced on these patrols and she was busy digging up the forrunners and their technology. aryana blushed under her helmet when kesteaus called sam her "boyfriend" As she had feelings for him but refused to ever admit. You don't date your coworkees you know? And so she followed that policy..dont let your feelings get in the way of the mission. So she stood down backing away watching sam leave into the private quarters of kesteaus.When inside sam had made note of already how angry kesteaus was..brutes were always angry, ready to fight and kill. She was a small exception.. She was a brute with brains and that made her deadly. However sam was still loyal to his men and would die protecting him..so brings us full circle to the current moment. He allowed kesteaus to speak her demands so that they may forge an alliance but he also wanted to display to her he wasn't afraid of her either so he narrowed his eyes to rebutt. "Look ill make sure to keep my men in line as long as you keep YOUR men in line as well. We have a history of kind of trading bullets and plasma rounds back and forth..id like it to end..you dont know how many damned worlds ive seen glassed! We've both lost something in this war kesteaus..The covenant wage this holy war..and i dont think all of them understand exactly why..but we do.. So ill go to my "stuffy" commanders, ill tell them not to shoot you so you can aim your hammer twoards anyone other than us.." But then sam took a chance and get even closer to the brutes face with fists at his side "make no mistake though, im no stranger to war..if you want to fight me just say the word. We're ready ALWAYS ready..so if you want to kill us..then your welcome to try but we will NOT back down..am i understood?.." Kesteaus stood up in front of him till she towered over him again,"Heh..."she simply grunted the reply as she put a huge hand under his helmet and made his head tilt up as she bore down into his visor."Little man, you have balls, so much that I would love to tear them out due to how ballsy you are being...but..."She leans in closer to him where her helmet and his were almost touching."appreciate back bone, and you are showing a lot of it right now. Now I am flattered that you would fight me so hard on this...but even if they ar stuffed or mounted on a wall ...it would be best you talk to them handsome....oh I haven't seen you but by how you are talking to me...."There was a husky tone to her voice as she pushed him back effotlessly,"I think swinging for the other team could have other advantages....but..."She stopped as her face hardened again as suddnely her harmmer was in her hands."...don't boss me around on my ship little man...otherwise I might break something other than your palvic bone...If you wish to talk like that on the infinity, then so be it, but talk to me on MY ship like that again...well I think your girlfriend out there will be fishing you out from space...even if you all manage to kill me. I will not tolerate that here, while you are here you are below me in rank therefore have some manners!!"She could see Samuel bracing but instead of using her insanely powerful hammer she just stomped her heavy armored boot which made the area around her shake hard almost knocking the spartan off his feet. Kesteaus stared into the helmet of the surprised man as she only smirked,"I think we can agree to those terms right? Heh..."She held her hammer for a moment longer before finally putting it back on her shoulder keeping her eyes trained on him.Meanwhile in the main room as the two got down to business the brood of brutes slowly approached the group of spartans which had their eyes trained on them. The brutes didn't really seem fazed by their actions as some even smirked. Then the group saw even more brutes appear and from places they least expect as they began to combine into an even larger crowd as one lone walked up to the group of spartans. Unlike Roman this one was controlled like Kesteaus, though unlike him this brute didn't care about rising to kiss the ass of his commander. "So we are working with humans....I guess it isn't the worst thing on the planet...." He said as the others nodded slowly as he glared back at the one called Aryana, "but...you better find us something good to fight or I may think that betraying our commander is a good thing...Even if it is my own brothers on the battlefield I want to fight! You hear me?!" He yelled out at her as the spartans tensed though at that moment they felt a shockwave though weak in the main room came from the main captain's office as the others looked at the door. They look back to see the spartans looking like they were going to barge in, "Don't....your leader is fine...Commander Kesteaus is messing with him..." The large male brute said smirking. Sam was a little surprised in the back of his mind how close she was, she could have picked him up by one hand and chunked him across the room like he was weightless. However she did not... But instead she drew her hammer in anger to send a message to make they..understood each other and when she stomped on the ground sam reached for his magnum handgun on his thigh keeping his hand on it till she finished her display of power. Then his helmet polarized revealing his eyes and then it folded back revealing his brown hair and young but rugged face. He narrowed his eyes at her as it was a standoff between the two.."fine, i agree to your terms...commander..now thats settled shall we..get a move on from this "discussion" kesteaus?" In the back of his mind he did have a question he didnt want to bring out loud..break his pelvic bone? Did she want to smash her hammer into there first? No..did..did she want to mate? No..surely not, sam pushed the thought to the back of his mind..surely she couldn't mean that..Meanwhile.. Kamari, jace and aryana got into a small circle back to back until one approached eyeing aryana. She looked at him and nodded, "there's alot more going on than you realize brute..we are tracking an AI known as cortana..she has awakened forerunners and seeks tp wipe out all life..in the meantime we got a distress call from an old long thought to be inactive ship known as the spirit of fire..and the captain long thought dead is srull alive..so yeah you'll get your fight bru.." Then they felt the shockwave from kesteaus's headquarters and the spartans turned their attention to that and kamari whistled "you better not be lying brute yeah? It sounds like their rough housing, and not the kind boys and girls like to do with their clothes off either" and then jace grunted in anger "im getting tired real fast, sam better hurry it the hell up, he better not be flirting with her in there" Commander Kesteaus smirked as she walked up to him slowly, her heavy boots clicking on the metal."by the way Sam..."she leaned in again though this time her body didn't seem tense ready to fight in so many ways. However she did look right where she had spotted his eyes giving him a smile,"I haven't been flirted with so effectively by a human...usally they run in terror...spartans included...well sometimes they just fire their weapon...but you...are special...also you have beautiful eyes...hehe."Kesteaus said as he could hear a faint 'giggle' in her throat as she stood back up tall turning to her door walking out into the main room. The spartans now looked tenser then ever while her brute soldiers looked at her smirking realizing that it was just a play session and that their cammander might be infatuation with her newest focus: the spartan team leader."My command....you are all pretty docile...I thought by now one of you would have gotten these spartans to fire on you...causing me to come out here and have to figure out who fouht who...but it seems you both managed to keep yoruself composed...heh"She smirked slapping Sam on the back as he walked out with her pushing him forword as he looked back she gave him a wink.The larger brute whistled as he clapped his hands, "way to go commander...I guess some of the brutes whispereing while you were in there are right..." He said smirking but it wasn't mocking or anyhthing more of a curious nature. As Kesteaus smirked,"I mean...he did flirt with me a lot..."She said as if she had just a common conversation not sound like it was going to turn into a life or death situation. As she reached the center of the room after shooing off the team she looked over at her brood of Brutes."My fellow warriors! We are going to go under the commander of the UNSC infinity! I know some of you are going to hate this...maybe even die over ...."She glared at them with such an intensity if it was a hammer she would have killed a lot of them by now."But ...the humans need help, and I for one...don't really care where I fight or who I fight with! The covenant wants to have their holy war and fight over a relic that is dangerous to their health? Then so be it, I rather fight with the practical cause most times they send you to meaningful fights! Then my troops you can have your lust for battle sated! You can be thrust in with the spartans and their lowly infantry and we will drive back the covenant and stop them from kiling themselves!"She rorared as the rest of them roraed with her as the spartans stood there watching her talk to her soldiers.Finally Kesteaus turned to the group of spartans as she slowly walked up to them, they slowly reacting to backing up as she stopped about a foot between her and Aryana as she looked down at her."I see a fierce fire in you litttle one...good to see the women in the human race don't cower or bend over for males...heh"She said and as she said this another one almost came up to her face with a weapon as she backed up one stepp looking down at them. Though she didn't pay attention to who they were she couldn't tell which one tried to wave a gun in her face which made her troops uncomfortable to the ponit of growling. She raised her hand slowly to calm them as she kept staring at the group not the one with the gun in her face."I give your race...a compliment and then I am showed hostiality...?"She stopped shy for a second as she stared at them all for a second before smirking and even laughing despite the gun not left her face's proximity."Wow the UNSC has taught better fighters since I have fought you! You know...I may have helped with glassing planets but frankly I haven't fought a human in years you know that right? Heh to see you all really ready to kill me makes my beastual blood flow! heh I may have to spar with one of you...maybe you..."She nudges Aryana with her finger despite them all have perfet aim on her head,"Don't think you haven't drawn my notice spartan...specially as your eyes follow sam...oh wait...are you...heh nah couldn't be I am a brute!"She didn't give Aryana any time to respond as she just smirked walking back to Sam and then nodding at her troop as they all dispersed heading to their stations ready to bring the Corvette closer and into the inifinity. Sam eyed Commander kesteaus as she walked up to him keeping his cold glare but then it changed as his expression went to wide eyes and blinking as he cleared his throat looking to the side and away from kesteaus "I er..that..i didn't know that was flirting..commander..and I suppose..thank you..?" Her comments and response confused sam but he chose to ignore it although..she was a strong willed warrior and she was starting to grow on sam little by little. He sooon then followed her out out the personal quarters of kesteaus to rejoin the rest of the troops. and When she slapped him on the back, he looked back at her and grunted when she winked at him turned around rejoining his onyx team. Aryana then got close to sam as her helmet to polarized and unfolded revealing her long black raven hair, "Sam are you..alright? she didn't hurt you did sh.." Then sam put his hand on her shoulder and smiled nodding, "No Spartan..im fine you can stand down we came to..an..understanding." then the brutes roared and cheered in response to kesteaus's speech and the spartans then quickly turned their attention to that as usually when brutes roared? it was a call for a battle charge to come in packs to slaughter their enemy so..you know old habits die hard and all that but this war was fastly changing so it was safe to expect the unexpected.then Kesteaus walked into the middle of the group of spartan soldiers and jace still kept his smg trained on her narrowing his eyes through his visor, "Our commander may trust you but that doesn't mean we have to just yet." and then Kamari joined in and nodding pointing her railgun at kesteau's as well, "look love we want to make sure you aren't going to betray us yeah? we want to make sure this is an actual alliance and you don't bollocks us over.' but then kesteaus turned her attention to aryana who wasn't particulary fond of her to begin with as slight jealously welled up within her, she knew she couldn't have sam, it just wouldn't be good for business but this brute! who does she think she is! she can't have sam either! she and him wouldn't be a pair of any kind! it just didn't set right with her aryana thought, she was real good at keeping these types of feelings at bay but it was hard at the same time. "No we don't "bend over" or cower for no one.." aryana said keeping her eyes on kesteaus and then she nudged aryana with a finger and aryana had a disgruntled look on her face and said to herself.."yeah that sparring match may come real soon" but the last comment was about ready to send her over the edge as aryana blushed blood red when kesteaus acknolwdged aryana having feelings for sam teasing that kesteaus and sam may even have a relationship and she opened her mouth to respond but kesteaus had already turned walking away and aryana's helmet folded back up and kamari then grabbed aryanas arm stopping her, "hey darling you alright?" Aryana sighed and nodded "ill..be fine kamari don't worry about me lets just get this over with."Meanwhile sam looked up at kesteaus raising an eyebrow "I know one thing's for sure..dont be surprised if on the infinity your met with a little..resistance. this is going to be new for all of us.." Then sam tapped his wrist communicatior that was a direct line to captain lasky, "Captain this is spartan Samuel, we're coming aboard the infinity with some..unexpected guests, you'll want to meet them." then the radio cackled as lasky was going to respond as the corvetter was boarding the infinity, "Acklnowldged spartan, i cant wait to see what your making such a big deal about. its probably more elites like the arbiter right?" Then sam eyed kesteaus and cleared his throat "oh no sir..it's something well..bigger.." Kesteaus walked up to him staring him dead in the eye,"As long as you respect my troops...to the point where your army doesn't turn them into targets or I will detonate this entire ship within the inifinty. I am not to be trifled with, I am doing something unseen or heard of in my people...don't make me look stupid by taking the 'human' way."She blatently threatened Sam and was awarded with glares and even a few spits as she shook her head growling at them all."You talk about glassing planets, and being victims...well I don't konw what or who those planets were...but I know one thing...I took this command and I am leading these brutes and I bet you are the same way spartans...I will be damned sure if I am leading them to their deaths that we go down in a glorious fire or battle! Now...Sam....I will expect resistence we just defected...it isn't something my brutes aren't used to. Just be the first one to protect us from irrational humans or we may have to be irrational brutes."She explained as the others just glared at her as she growled moving away from the group of spartans as she stood with her troop that were the bridge crew."Commander...are we really doing this?", The bigger brute that had talked to the spartans asked Kesteaus as she looked at him looking for defiance but saw none as she nodded."We are Caesar....sorry to say that ...but I am tired of this bullshit we have had to deal with as covenant. We are destined to be a more technical race that doesn't rely on outdated teachings that get us killed."She said simply as she crossed her arms over her chest as Caesar nodded standing by her his hands held in front of him as he was one of her highest tranined of her presonal guard. He was always around to protect her and in turn she had shared most of her knowledge with him which he had accepted. What they just talked about she didn't care if the spartans heard or anybody heard, this moment she was a trator and she knew that once they got onto the inifinty that she would have to look out for this pocket of brutes as they won't have a home to return to. Though most did sign up with her command cause they all loved her leadership. Sam narrowed his eyes and nodded at kesteaus "Don't worry...commander we'll have it handled and if it breaks out into fighting then it'll be like old times right?" Sam smirked just as his helmet folded back over his head. Then sam held up a finger and wove it in a circle signaling his team to form up on him and follow him. The covenant corvette vessel boarded the UNSC infinity ship. The energy shields aboard the brutes cruiser phased out to allow the spartan team escort the brute and her personal guard onto the infinity. Marine and ODST squads filed in on both sides of the spartans and brutes while lasky was walking fast and confindently until he locked eyes with the brute chieftan that was female in shock "Uh spartan? what the hell did you bring aboard my ship?" then Sam stepped forward clearing his throat scanning the marine squads that had them surrounded and sam nodded to captain lasky, "With all due respect sir...she is our new ally..meet commander kesteaus..she leads this brood of brutes. She wishes to side with us for "glory and battle".....sir.." lasky blinked staring at her almost not paying attention to sam and lasky examined her, "A she..as in a female brute? you don't ever see those..especially one in a position of power. Im captain lasky and welcome to the infinity commander kesteaus. I dont mind working with ex members of the covenant however if you turn out to be a spy or betray us..." Sam then stepped inbetween the two and leaned in to laskys ear whispering to him, "We uh..discussed that sir, in her private quarters." Lasky stopped raising an eyebrow questioning what the spartan meant but he shook his head and folded his lip in feeling awkward nodding "er right spartan..anyway commander kesteaus come we have much to discu.." But before lasky could infinish emergency sirens flared as roland, the ships AI dressed as an aviator pilot of WW2 winked to life in front of the squads, "Sir! its her! cortana found usss...."then roland flickered and winked out as cortana took his place with an errie smile looking at the spartans as now the attention was drawn to her.."I told you id find you infinity..No more games!! soon all of the galaxy will know peace..there is no use in fighting this..surrender now and join me!" Jace then raised up his smg to her narrowing his eyes at her, "Like hell we will!" Then Ai then turned to jace and frowned angrily, "I had feeling you would say that spartan..you leave me no choice jace..kamari..aryana..Samuel..lasky..oh yes I know all of you..kesteaus interesting..a jiralhanae turning away from her pack? that's not typical..no matter you resist..you will all fall the same!" then cortana winked out of life as the ship began to shift sending the soldiers and gear crates and pelicans shifting sideways as the spartan teams engaged their mag boots Samuel grabbing kesteaus and lasky started going sidways when kamari grabbed him "We cant lose you just yet capt'ain" lasky nodded as the lights dimmed in the ship and it started falling to the the shield world and aryana looked around as she took a scan with her still working HUD display and blinked "sir we just lost the engines! we're being pulled into the gravity well of the shield world!" lasky then looked around struggling to think in even this situation, "without our engines we're dead weight..and I figure at the rate we're falling, we'll plummet to the shield world..kesteaus..covenant ships use stacked tidal gravity generators right? meaning with the right piloting we can manage atleast a controlled crash..with your permission..we would like to come aboard your ship..if you really want to be our ally then this would be the time to show it.." as the rest of the spartans turned to her looking for her answer.. Kesteaus smirked at him holding her fist,"Yes Spartan, old times..."Her sharp teeth glinted as she turned back heading down corridors with a bit of her own and his team. When they arrived at the human called Lasky she stood there listening to him also narrowing her eyes when he said something about 'betray'. She scofffed as she kept her arms crosssed as she stared down at him."Lasky....sorry human I am adjusting to being under a human or any persons outside of the covenant...but..I will say this one thing. I did this of my own accord...I am not a idiot elite that fights for that holy shit out there...nor am I some scared grunt that runs around having his gas tanks adjusted to just blow up...so please don't group me up with any of them...or even suggest betrayal....I have no where to go...once you leave the covenant...only way back is through shame and I don't know what brutes recieve....I have only seen the arbiter have his...but...my old side never mentions it anymore...nor do they mention a brute recieveing the same shame and staying in their army."She commented as she looked right into the eyes of Lasky."Of course Lasky..."She began to follow him wherever they were heading probably some interrigation room for the humans which she would smirk and just let them be 'brutes' themselves and amuse herself with it. Though as she walked an alarm blared as she looked back at her brutes again ready to break for her ship to check on it if something happened that THEY did something could be very bad for this whole little thing she decdied to do since she basically stranded her brutes outside of their home with no hope of going back.Kesteaus looked at the AI,"Who is it talking about Lasky...."she couldn't finish her sentence when another blinked up she knew this one...the one that followed the terrible demon during the wars with the humans long ago. Of course they still fought to day but it was skirmishes and just some battles spotting not like a unified force driving back the human menace. As she pointed out Kesteaus she growled,"Shut it A.I.! You know the fury of the brutes for making me so insignificant! You will know the strength you know of your precious Spartan Demon! 117!"She lashed out at the bits of data as she blinked out her rage growing as she raised her fist to smash the A.I. connector when she noticed everybody she tensed putting her hand down. As Lasky whent on about using her special custom corvette she eyed the human wryly, Lasky!" She growled as she turned heading back down the corridors seeing people run to and fro looking like their heads were cut off and they were just finding a place to die. It made Kesteaus laugh as she kept walking clam except for Cortana which made her want to punch....argghh!!! She oculdn't help it as she punched a nearyby wall making the metal cave in a little as she panted some looking back at them frowning."You stupid A.I...made me angry I ...."She tsk as she turned her head away, "...am sorry for the damge..." She commetned as the larger brute Caesar which had followed them on whistled. "....Commander...apologizing? Heh...hell has forzen over and the covenant teaching are all abunch of trash!" He laughed as he always thought of himself as the funny brute that was part ofher perosnal guard.Commander Kesteaus ignored her subordinate's commente as she couldn't 'educate' him on this ship, not with all these humans running about and their ship about to plummet into one of these vast shield worlds. As they finally make it to her corvette she looked back at Lasky,"I assume some of your crew is familiar with covvenant ships? I mean you boared about the same I boared human...and I will allow a detachment of whoever you choose...but...", She looked over at Sam and his team as she smirked,"I request this detachment personally...I have seen spartans fight and if that bitch of an A.I does send out some of those forrunner machines I would like them helping me out while we help you...Lasky."She rumbled a little at him as she looked into his eyes, despite his human appearance the man was pretty determined and confident even when being stared down by a brute like herself. She appreciated that the UNSC since their time apart from the guns has grown a backbone and actually decided to fight off the enemy they thought was scary or something it seemed like when the foot troops would run from her when she charged into battle. When the crew of the infinity made it to the corvette, the marines and odsts adjusted not used to being beside brutes that close that weren't attacking and lasky looked to kesteaus and nodded to her, "Yes my crew is more than well acquainted with covenant ships." Sam also agreed by nodding to kesteaus and just to reinforce the point, "We've had to..commander a covenant vehicle a team or two.." Then jace scoffed, "yeah a time to many...". Then kesteaus had requested the spartans as her personal detachment and lasky eyed the spartans and then back to kesteaus, "fine..if we make it down to that shield world alive, spartan team onyx will assist you until we get through this damned war with cortana and her forerunners." then spartans all exchanged glances and sam took a fist and gently patted kesteau's shoulder with it, as If a brotherhood sisterhood was just formed, "well..looks like new alliances are forged in battle everyday, alright spartans. " then sam turned to address his squad, "we're gonna let the flyboys and girls take over till we're boots on the ground. Aryana, come with me! maybe you can help them up on the command bridge." Aryana blushed as she was addressed by sam, she did NOT want to let him down so she nodded showing every inch of backbone she had, "Yes sir!" then with that the spartans and lasky turned away to run up to the command bridge.until suddenly promethean knights andSoldiersseemed to materilaze out of nowhere stopping the spartans to take cover while under fire. "Son of a bitch this bitch aint taking the hint is she?!" Kamari yelled yet as her railgun charged up and fired through the knights face as it splattered orange dissipating. Sams booming SAW machine gun could be heard as he was trading shots back and forth as aryana was next to him in the corridor and she peeked from a corner with her DMR making precise shots as jace got up close and personal grabbing the shatter shotgun one promethean soldier had and dumped a smg clip into him and twisted him around throwing his dissipating body into another and stabbed the soldier trying to come up behind him in its "neck" and up into its head. "We need to get to that command bridge people!" Even lasky said picking up the fallen soldiers scattergun and fired it once down the hallway blowing away another soldiers and he smirked as typically officers didn't join the fight buuut lasky was different..he's had field training and sam nodded to lasky as the other spartans were caught off guard by it, "What spartans? I used to be a grunt on the ground before I got fat and lazy in a captains chair." sam smirked and then kept firing "you heard the man people we need that command bridge, and kesteaus..time to do what brutes do best..help us clear a path?" the spartans gave kesteaus and her pack a wide birth as brutes were known to be vicious in combat..and kesteaus was about to be let off her "chain" like she had one to begin with right? well whether it be spartan or brute, they always liked the green light or go ahead to fight as that is what they did best.. soldiers Kesteaus stepped up from the cover they were in as she smirked at him, then she roared"You heard him brutes! Lets show humans how we fight!"Just as this left her lips that brute launchers and all kinds of brute weaponry rang out from behind the spartans and even other ground infantry as they roared in unison as their battle tactics were beyond that of simple attacking like before. Thoug who ran with them was Kesteaus wielding her huge hammer charging and smashing the machines left and right as pieces flew out ringing aginst the cold metal of the Corvette her other brutes tore the machines apart. Spike granades and the like were exploding around Kesteaus as she roared in enjoyment grabbing a promethain soldier by the 'neck' and then taking her hammer and smashing it in then kicking it outward. Though she weilded a brute launcher with one hand launching several rounds into a group while other brutes tore them apart. After that she drew the blade of the weapon into one while she spun with her hammer doing a massive blood swath of destruction with her hammer. This was nothing! These soldiers were like human to her! She wouldn't jsut be beaten by some simple ground troops she wanted some of those famed 'wardens' that apparently Cortana, the human A.I, has wondering around with her."Come on humans! Before more warp in and overwhelm us! Better follow along!"She rorared in amazement as the other brutes laughed along with her. Sure there were casualties but she knew as a commander that there was going to be loses and that it was best to temper that after the battle which she had planned to do. The Spartans were almost mesmerized by the slaughter kesteaus and her pack caused. Sam then shook his head snapping out of it when she roared telling the humans to hurry up. "She did her job now lets do ours spartans!" Aryana nodded and kamari patted jace on the shoulder running by him "she's almost as angry as you are jace!" Jace smirked and grunted "hmph yeah yeah we got a job to do woman". The spartan team, lasky and his personal guard of ODSTS and officers and kesteaus's pack had arrived in the command bridge with the spartan team walking with their backs into the bridge to guard the door as sam pressed the button on the door contol to shut it. Then aryana took a seat as the other spartans just watched out of the view port as they were being pulled into the gravity well of the shield world. Lasky then stepped forward watching "Aryana, there's no chance of us landing..just make sure its a crash we can walk away from." Aryana gave a thumbs up "Don't worry commander you can count on me!"Then aryana wildly pushing buttons on the console to most people would look foreign but to her it was as natural as eating her breakfast. The shields were diverted to the forward nose of the corvette as it gained speeed as it got closer to the surface of the world until it began lifting up just a little as it scrapped along the landscape breaking pieces of the corvette off and everyone grabbed whatever they could hold onto and when it came to a hard stop the soldiers were thrown to the ground as sam landed into kesteaus. Kamari grabbed her helmet shaking her head "i think we're alive huh?" Sam blushed coughing blushing and got up quickly getting his bearings "Yeah..i feel alive" i guess the pain lets us know that huh?" Kesteaus stared on as she only hardened her face as the human female worked her controls well as she chuckled at the efficiency due to the plummiting ships. She stood near or behind Sam while she let the spartan work her brutes lookings lightly worried but mostly at the excitment as she continued to scan the situation as it unrolled. She gripped her hammer even tighter as she tensed, she knew this was not going to end well. Those spartans better pay for her repairs or at least repair her ship! She wasn't just going to let herself and command be hurt by these humans that didn't want their precious toys to be saved at the cost at her hard earned ship and people! Suddnely she slammed her gunlet into the the command console next to her creating a foot hold behind sam. As things began to play out her body rocks and shakes some along with the ship as they begin a crash landing.When the momentum finally hits a sudden stop her body lurches forward as her fellow brutes are tossed around unaware that they should have grounded themselves. Sighing Kesteaus was still standing through it all with some debris hitting her helmet and some of her open face as she looked down seeing Sam pressed into her as she smirked, "Ah...I got you Sam...don't worry I am pretty much like a rock...a vicsious, brutal, rock"She pet his helmet gently as she saw the reaction to it as something of embarassment or anger as she could recognize the stance smirking,"relax...I am teasing. Considering my....ship...", Looks out at the damage to her Corvette and even to the inifinty as she frowned hard, "...is really damaged from that fight and crash landing...your ship is a lot bigger than mine...so...dealing with that with a normal corvette would have destroyed it. Mine is custom built..."She grolwed slaming the pumel on the ground hard making it a loud noise ring through the damaged command bridge and everybody winced when she did it even her brutes. Kesteaus was pissed off and she didn't mind showing it by putting a dent in the floor. Sam felt something large stroke or pet his helmet and he looked up to see it was kesteaus and he blushed behind his helmet as he peeled himself away from her. He cleared his throat nodding.."yes well..i think we're just happy to be alive. Thank..you. We should probably get a move on." Lasky dusted himself pff as aryana sighed a sigh of relief. "that..went well i think." Then lasky walked over unholstering his pistol "sam is right lets get a move on people and..jirhalanae " lasky said strained eyeing kesteaus and kamari and jaces attention was caught when she slammed her hammer on the ground."Think she's in a bad mood cause her ships wrecked yeah?" Jace just grunted pulling off his SMG from his thigh "yeah well ours is wrecked to." Then the team exited the corvette to look out to theJungle worldas it was vast and full of shrubbery and thick with bush. Sam sighed and hoisted his SAW. "This..is going to be fun. Having to avoid her in the jungle, we're going to have to find a way off this rock if we want to live"

['Lasky']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9610/

L's renewal /Luna//Kratos/

Upon taking up the case of Kira, it was known that who ever tried to capture him would become the prime targets of whom liked to refer to himself as a god of a world that was trying to be created. L was simply one of these peoples that tried to get close to the truth.. and the closer he got, the more dangerous it became. To a point were he thought he knew who was Kira.. But then Yagami Light was partially proven innocent, It made little to no sense,.. and then it happened. The day everything came to a halt, Kira had won against him.. and as the day progressed L knew his death was going to occur.. a uncommon fact though was that with the existence of shinigami's.. many did not know of their equals.. and their opposites, who were not gods of death but the opposite.. and that they worked in similar ways but only to extend ones life,.. the only way to kill one was to get them to kill someone to save a person. Even the shinigami's knew not of the existence of gods who could grant life.. and L himself was yet to find out.. Death sure was quick once it was to occur, it was not controllable or predictable, and L shortly fell to the floor after his heart stopped beating it's last beat for now. Everything went dark,.. and cold. Nothing seemed to exist anymore and then everything just stops, one can not think one can not exist, it is a nothingness, of which the soul just sits in and slowly degrades.. well if left in such a state,. The standard procedures were dealt to his body, and after all that he was taken to a morgue, a place usually for the dead. But this was going to change.. Could you ever know what it is like to suddenly feel alive again, to breath in and open ones eyes after death.. Its like a light switch.. once turned back on, it lights up instantly in this case someones life.. but if the bulb... or the soul is dead.. then such a thing will not happen and the life will be replaced by another birth. L had plenty of years left in him,.. and yet his eye lids flicked open his mind in confusion as he held his chest.. partially not believing if he was alive. His body did not react straight away from what his mind thought and so he rolled when he tried to get up,.. it seemed they were about to fully dispose of him but now that was not going to occur. What is going on here.. Is this the after life.. that some talk about, something that I have not been able to believe in since Wammy's.. Slowly L managed to stand up running a hand through his hair slightly confused at what was going on a finger going to his lip as he thought for a moment before he spoke out loud quietly. "I sure.. could do with some sort of sugar filled food..." "lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" It had been a long trip to Japan to find the famous detective who called himself L. She knew he already had a case, but she needed his help in her country. She knew all about the Death Note and Kira, but someone had decided to follow in his shadow. Kira started off by killing only criminals, but this person decided that it would be fun to bring the criminals back to life.Complete chaos erupted when the supposedly dead criminals came back to life. They didn ??t want to change, they wanted to commit the same crimes, thinking no matter what happened they ??d just come back again. They thought they were immortals. Luna could no longer sit back and believe what everyone else did. The Kira case made her believe this power was of a similar origin. And just as she left her school she found a small book that looked like an old diary. However, the pages were blank, and there were only rules.One, using the notebook for anything less than good would cause you to go to neither heaven nor hell when you died. Two, you cannot use the notebook on yourself. Three, whomever ??s name you wrote could not be deceased for longer than forty eight hours. Four, you cannot use the notebook on anyone that was older than sixty. Five, you cannot use the notebook more than once per person.It was like a repellant for Shinigami. They would eventually die again, but not for at least two years. Luna didn ??t fully understand the logic, but she kept it nonetheless. Then she found herself a witness to a hit and run. He was no more than sixteen years old, and if he hadn ??t had his ID on him, Luna wouldn ??t have been able to try it. She felt silly at first, knowing she should have called the police right away, but she did it. She wrote his name and less than a minute later he woke up. It was a miracle, the medics said. He had broken bones, but everything seemed fine. She blinked and then decided to name it the book of miracles. It was pretty thin, and she wondered if she would ever run out of pages.And then he appeared. He had white wings that spanned at least six feet. She jumped away from him and realized he was like an angel. She looked around, wondering why no one else had been staring at him. ??Don ??t worry, human. No one else can see me but you. ? He looked at the book in her hands. ??I dropped that. However, since you picked it up, its yours now. So, human ? I will be following you. Maybe, if I think you ??re right for the job, I ??ll tell you my purpose of being here. ? Once he did, then everything fell into place. She then found herself a little too late, but she had decided to go to the morgue, hoping his body and name would be there. Fortunately it was, and so she found herself writing his name down. It worked, and she waited for him to recover. She smiled, and then offered him a stick of pocky. ??Welcome back, L. My name is Luna Sinclair, and I am in need of your help. But first, we need to get you out of here. ? L to begin with never believed of things called shinigami's, and in saying that.. it was going to be obvious that upon finding out their were opposites to such a thing, it was not something he would easily believe either. Upon reawakening into a not so perfect world, he knew that somehow.. it was best to just stay dead on the records and let someone finish off what he had not been able to complete, Kira was to reckless that eventually Yagami Light would prove that he himself was the culprit.. L still had his suspicions, and yet it was to insignificant now for him to try and try again. His name was possibly known since somehow he had died anyhow, and all that was needed was a name and face.. That was the ingredients of death, and the second Kira had proven that it was possible.. to cause death with a glance.. a photo,.. Misa before something happened and made her not so deadly.. something about her brought chills to him but she to was more reckless then Light.. and a fool in truth that seemed to be trapped and being used by Kira.. for his own benefits. Yet here he was now, granted a second chance.. the only second chance that he would ever get, This was something he did not know.. and the whole being alive thing now was hard enough not to believe. It was all cold lonely, and empty.. before he felt as if something sucked him back into his body.. a blinding light showing the whole time.. which was why at first not much was seen. But upon hearing the voice he turned facing the person who had spoken. She seemed a kind person just from the smile she offered, and well.. she had something else that was something he had wanted. L took the offered pocky before putting it half in his mouth letting it sit their the end poking out as he listened to what Luna had to say to him. Well you probably know my name.. since if I am correct you somehow brought me back from that nothingness.. similar to how Kira kills people am i correct?" He eyed Luna for a moment before he nodded at her "Yes, lets get out of here.. I would agree with that." He was curious how his life was granted back to him.. after knowing death had managed to get him, but now here he was.. It made little sense and did not follow reality but, if Kira could kill surely one could make someone alive as well, that was just how it had to work.. or things would be unbalanced Partially he was wondering what was next, and what would Luna would want with someone like L.. it was obvious she had a reason for bringing him back to life.. something that he would owe her if she did not allow him to change that, Simply put humans never just brought back anyone for no reason if they could.. everything had a reason,.. This was something that had been realized at a early point in L's life.. which had been why he dedicated everything he could to catching criminals, that he had an interest in catching.. simply put, if they were needed his talent to catch them. Then L would make a choice if to help them, Luna was glad this man was level headed. If someone clearly remembered dying and stayed that way for more than a minute, they ??d be panicking. She had never showed her face around the ones she had brought back until now. Had he been one of those people, he could have easily called her a witch or something ? and she really didn ??t need him to be afraid of her in the least. She undid her large overcoat, and gave it to him so that he wouldn ??t be traveling with her naked. That ??s the last thing they needed, lest they draw attention. However, the outfit she was wearing wasn ??t exactly inconspicuous. Reyson appeared before her. ? None of the cameras are working ? for now. We need to leave. The longer we stay, the riskier it gets. ? Luna nodded.She waited for L to put on the coat and she led him back the way she came when she snuck in. They already had a plane waiting just for them. Luna wasn ??t exactly the richest person in the world, but the British government who believed she could L for them funded her trip. A limo awaited them outside, also courtesy of the government. She led him in the limo and they drove off. Luna hadn ??t really thought of what she ??d say to L when she got him to join her. She sat nervously for a few moments before Reyson cleared his throat.Reyson wasn ??t the most trusting of people, but he needed to find the fallen angel who was responsible for this. If he had fallen, he needed to be disposed of, but if he was being used against his will, then he would interfere using humans as well. Reyson didn ??t count on getting attached to the person who had picked up the notebook, but after a solid month with her he came to care about her. Usually Shinigami and Angels did not get attached to anyone and he knew it was dangerous, but he knew that he was strong enough to let her go if the time came. The one thing she didn ??t know is that when she died she ??d become an angel herself, if she did not abuse the book for her own benefit.Luna heard Reyson ??s gesture of impatience and sighed. ??I ??m not good at explaining things, but here it goes. I know how deeply you are involved in the Kira case and how close you were to solving the case. It ??s a shame that you were killed in the process, but this case might be a little bit easier in terms of putting your life on the line. ? She took out her book and then allowed it to touch his skin. Reyson became visible to him, and he glared at Luna. Luna simply ignored him. He needed L to believe her one hundred percent. ??We are dealing with someone who brings back criminals to life in Britain. Reyson is an Angel of Life, and since I was given the same power as the person who is creating such chaos, I understand his limitations. Reyson told me that sometimes people come back for a purpose, and we can manipulate the person we choose to bring back if we feel the need. So far I haven ??t done that. If you would like I can prove it to you. ? She handed him the book so he could look through it himself. ??That includes you. You are at your own free will, if you choose to leave me than that is your choice. ? L had not realized that he had no clothes on until he felt the cold breeze against his whole body, a chill sliding up his spine as he gratefully accepted the large overcoat. He knew that the situation that was existing at the moment would probably be bad, if they attracted to much attention and so him with at least some clothes on now, would not do such a thing.. all though Luna was not exactly dressed like what you would expect from someone from around this sort of location. A slight confusion crossed him when he saw Luna seemingly nod at nothing the look on her face said she agreed with something,.. was this some sort of trick that was occurring.. He was uncertain but decided not to question it since after all, he was alive again... And that was something that L felt good about. Life was something that meant at least something to him, and slowly he followed Luna now as she lead towards the way she obviously entered through. It seemed all this was pretty well organized as he saw the limo waiting for the two, how odd to see a limo in front of a morgue but nether the less the two of them seemed to enter, before the limo started to drive, to its destination which judging by the route it was taking already.. had to be the airport. It was silent inside the limo for a little, as he looked out the window for a moment seeing the color of the city. It was not exactly something great really.. just a lot of spent money, and hearing Luna speak he turned towards her to now face her as he listened to her words. He went to speak before looking at Luna a little strangely when he saw her bring out a book of which she touched against L, before he saw it.. what ever he could be described as anyhow. He had heard of shinigami's being shown the same sort of style, yet this seemed different which slightly confused him.. L just absorbed what was being said to him now, hearing what he was to call this.. angel of life so to speak, Out of interest he started to look through what just appeared to look like a normal diary, and eventually he came across his own name.. which could mean only one thing, Luna had managed to bring him back to life.. and so in truth he owed her something. He had a choice to make.. that was clear and yet it was not an easy one. "Reyson.. by saying such things like you exist.. does that mean your the true opposite of a Shinigami?.. He looked again at the angel of life, before realizing something Maybe i never died.. and that this is all just a dream, .. that I am in a coma.. maybe if I get them to prove that they have the power they say.. Slowly he started to speak again "Fine.. I will try to help on one condition, that you prove this ... should i call it notebook? Works,.. other wise I will not know if it was actually you who brought me back.. because if it was , then I owe you more then I want to.. and so walking away would not be an option.. so prove it, prove you can bring someone back to life.." "Its not like we can kill someone and bring them back just so you can trust us!" Reyson spat. Luna held up her hand and Reyson simply looked away in disgust. "Yes, of course. I predicted that you would ask that of us. Though Reyson is right...We can't kill anyone. I suppose we'll just have to drive around until we find someone who's near death or already dead." The limo seemed to change direction, and a small radio could be heard. Upon closer attention it was a police radio, and Luna knew that there had to be someone somewhere who was in trouble. L had expected as much from Reyson, and he had not wanted them to kill someone just to bring them back, but because of how many people die in this world.. it would not take much effort to try and find one and show the power of this diary for his own eyes, "I never suggested you kill someone.. that would just bring you down to Kira's level.. or should I say, peoples life's are not for toying with like that either.. but this world has so many deaths.. natural or caused,.. it sounds like something was going on which could give them a chance.. without actually forcefully killing someone to show proof. L just sat back now noticing that this angel seemed to have a slight dislike for the way he treated things,.. but that was L, he wanted proof.. After a few moments the had come across a police scene. "Tsubaki Shikimori...is the victims name from what the radio says, correct?" Reyson nodded. Luna wrote down the girls name and then listened for a while.I don't believe it...she has a pulse again! Someone, call an ambulance fast!The radio blared. Luna looked at L. "Is that satisfactory?" L watched and witnessed Luna write down that person's name after it had been confirmed by Reyson on what she had heard, obviously spelling mattered.. or it would not work so it seemed, and then he listened to the radio before a small look of amazement crossed his face. ...What they would define a miracle.. in the hands of humans.. the deathnote works similar.. but in reverse taking lives.. except she did not have to see the person's face.. He nodded slowly looking through his dark hair as some of it had fallen in front of his eyes briefly, "So Reyson.. that book is originally yours then I take it.. and she managed to stumble across it.. and saw you, like I did.." The glory of the notebook was that if anyone with the name she wrote down was in range of her she did not need a face, but she did if she wanted to bring back someone more than a mile away. Reyson gave a simple nod. "As long as I am with her she can not be affected by a deathnote. Only when her natural life span is gone will she die. However...she is still vulnerable to whoever is resurecting and manipulating those convicts, so I had her use an alias." Luna crossed her legs as the limo started to pull off. It seemed although similar but direct opposite of the deathnote, it seemed more practical.. to not have to see someone to revive them back to life.. "Well Alias's are good to protect and hide identities.. I know this rather well,.." He had not expected from Luna anything different, since after all she had quite a reason for others to try and take her out... she might be protected from the deathnote directly,.. but this new problem was what interested him.. "So.. what were dealing with is almost an opposite of Kira.. instead of killing convicts they want a world of terror and crime.." Luna nodded. "So it would seem. However, his acts prove to be irrational...after all, the people he brings back just get killed again. Sooner or later, he'll get bored. He will start planning things better once he's used to his power." Luna closed her eyes and sighed. "I can't let it get to that point. I have to solve this case as quick as possible. But, despite my knowledge of what he is capable of, I can't do it alone. I'm not a famous detective or anything so its hard to get proper resources.." L thought about how realistic such a thing was, and if the people did keep dying.. it would be tiring and annoying to have to rebring them back.. just for it to happen. "So that is why you had to find someone.. and knowing that I although died and had been on the Kira case.. you knew if you could find me.. and my name, by bringing me back.. I would help you correct?" He was interested in the motive of why she had brought him back,.. it had to be the reason, just to help with this case. Still he was not complaining, it almost felt like sleeping.. that's what death is like, an eternal sleep.. but being woken up from that,.. was just what L would have wanted. "I am sure he is quite reckless.. just bringing back people like he is,.. So I will help.. only because I know that the Kira case will be handled.. I heard rumors just before I died, that Near.. and another was taking control of it if anything happened to me.. and they will cope. Luna smiled. "Good to know. Now...about finances.." She blushed and looked away nervously. "I'm not made of money. Currently I've been having some trouble." She paused and Reyson sighed. "Well my living situation is a bit complicated.." She twiddled her thumbs, trying to butter up her next sentence. "Luna is homeless. She works as a maid and stays at her employers house. Recently she was fired because she was on this case, so now the police are letting her sleep at the station." Reyson bluntly stated. L to begin with could partially tell just by how she was dressed at this moment, that all of this seemed to be arranged by the government more so then her. It seemed she was trying to carefully word her words, and seemed to be having a little bit of an issue doing such a thing. It seemed Reyson had no issue though.. just telling it how it was and so L then answered.. "Well I can put an end to that.. after all, I will need to buy as a place to setup for headquarters anyhow.. I always tend to work better in locations that I own.." This was more him trying to offer something for bringing him back to life, and although really that was about all he could offer at this moment he partially hope she accepted. "Really? Well..I don't want to impose." Luna mumbled, looking at her feet. A small smile could be seen on her face. Reyson was going to be sick. She was acting like a little girl. "If we're going to stay in your home the least Luna could do is work for you. I understand you like sweets and that seems to be her forte in cooking." He said, folding his arms. Luna nodded. "My best dish is strawberry carimasu." She said with a brighter smile. The limo stopped and she realized they were at the airport. The small smile seemed to show that Luna appreciated such an offer.. but it was almost childish about the method she went about showing it.. and Reyson seemed to completely feel off from such a way she was acting.. This was a good point to consider, but after all she had saved his life,.. still, L was weak when it came to sweet food, it was almost like an addiction.. a craving that could never be stopped. "Okay.. that I can agree with" It seemed the limo stopped which meant they had reached their first destination.. "I guess we shall discuss it more on the plane, but now.. after you.." He gestured as he walked out to then lead, Luna got out of the car and smiled at him before leading him to the plane. Reyson followed them both and hoped that Luna would get a hold of herself. Once they boarded the plane took off, and Luna looked at her watch. It was two in the morning and she needed coffee to make sure she'd stay awake. She had packed some and a few snacks for the trip. She took her bag that she had left on the plane and fished through it, handing him some canned coffee and a few packaged sweets first. L had no idea on what the time was when they managed to get through onto their plane.. That was mainly because he knew not what time he had been brought back alive, and yet seeing the coffee and the snacks, a general craving for the two kicked in a small smile crossing his face seeing it being offered to him as well, the snacks Luna had given him... were the first things to go, which was expected from L, and then he decided to look at the canned coffee before sorting something out in that regard. "Is their anything you have noticed .. about this person who is meddling with bringing back countless numbers of killed criminals?.. for example.. is he bringing back the most dangerous.. or what sort?.. just simple trends like that might help narrow down what sort of person this guy girl.. is" Luna knew she was going to pay for this caffiene rush but she needed to stay awake for L. "They seem to bring back just anyone. Their actions are erratic. But I know that they have access to classified information, since our executed convicts don't exactly make headlines." Luna looked at the empty can in her lap. "They might be a hacker...or perhaps they have permission to view the information. Oh, and criminals who get killed during their crime by police also get ressurected." A few of these options were striking something within L, but not much was helping towards working out possible suspect or types of suspects. "This could mean someone within the police themselves.. we must not trust them with to much information.. as for a hacker that is a possibility as well, but for all we know.. it could just be another power hungry school child.. who just wants to toy around with Kira.. and bring misery to the world in his or her own way.. or it could be a group of people.. I guess this I will try to work out more when we get there.." "That would be best. After all, I'm sure the police have some more information that they're withholding from a little girl like me." Luna folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "But...I have you now, and if you listen, they will too." She said after a bit. "Thats what you assume, anyway." Reyson interjected, floating on his back down the aisle of the plane. "You're getting crabby, Reyson. Do you want a snack?" Luna asked with a smile. "...Don't tempt me with those addicting carrots.." He glared at her. L watched Luna's actions almost slightly curiously.. they were expected but truth was he never really got to see peoples true reactions and so they were interesting. Slowly he nodded at her comment, it made sense enough.. "We will never be able to tell Reyson.. until it is trialed, but without trialing.. we can still find out information so either way,.. I am sure we will cope.." If it was natural for L to laugh he would have let one out.. but a faint simple smile appeared quickly disappearing as he just relaxed into the plane. "Reyson.. would it be possible that the person bringing back evil people.. has something similar to you.. I mean I thought I read in the book that one could not be brought back for evil reasons.. and that if their death was just.. that they would have to accept it.. Or are you completely unsure how this person is mass reviving as such?" "There is no rule against using the book for anything evil, just that if you use it for anything less than good you can neither go to heaven nor hell. A miracle happen to the best and the worst of humans. There is no justification." Reyson stated before Luna shoved his snack in his face. Reyson glared at her and snatched it out of her hand before eating it slowly. "We're sure he's using the power of an angel." Luna said, nodding slowly. "But I haven't told the police." It was more a mere misinterpretation of how it was set out but it slightly did baffle him, that a creature they called an angel, that usually people looked at for hope or help.. or other assorted things, could participate in because of a book of theirs. "I see.. that makes sort of sense," A faint laugh left him as he watched Reyson and how he took the carrot "Good they don't need to know yet until we are sure they are trustworthy and that none of them are the reviver..." "Not only that, I'd be the prime suspect..so I kept my mouth shut." Luna stretched and yawned a bit. "Knowing them they'd just throw me in jail. Ignorant fools." Reyson shook his head. "A reviver...more like a necromancer." He said bitterly. Luna looked at Reyson and then sighed. "We'll find him, Reyson. I swear it." She said softly. He looked at her and then nodded slowly. This did not come as much of a shock to L when she mentioned such a thing, she did have the power to bring back people with that book after all.. so of course she would be a suspect high up on their list, if they knew she could bring back people to life. That and he had looked through her book, the names.. their were not really that many written his being rather recent.. It was obvious she was not the problem since why would she bring back the person that could catch her.. L had not even a moment of doubt that she was just a normal person.. well close enough to the fact that she could bring back people.. that Luna.. chose to instead of only bringing back criminals. "Hmm.. I remember there used to be stories about such people.. that used rituals.. and other assorted .. 'magic' as such to bring back the dead.. maybe your onto something their.. thats if they don't have a personal angel.." He was sure they would fine more clues upon being in the city.. but for now one could only think as the plane was in the air , on it's way to the prime location. "I doubt that Necromancers from the legend truly exist, but someone who brings back people for evil is a necromancer." Reyson simply said. After a while Luna and Reyson lapsed into silence, though with Luna it was more or less her getting a crash from the coffee. She sighed a bit and then yawned. It kind of was awkward to make idle conversation with L. She really didn't know anything about him, so talking about anything but the case would be hard. She closed her eyes and leaned against the window. L also thought it would be highly unlikely but the title of such a legend, still fitted who ever this person was that was using the power to bring back others from the dead.. there was not much else to really talk about, since L was not used to talking face to face, with the people that he would pretty much be working for. Well in this case,.. was the scenario really,.. "Luna.. you don't have to answer this .. but mind telling me a little about your past.. that Reyson mentioned earlier...." It was about all that L could try to think of to speak with her, since then it could possibly also get him to speak but other then that it was more then likely going to be a quiet journey. "My past?" She repeated, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Hmm..well I left my mother and father for college at age sixteen to go to college but I dropped out after losing my job, and then I just started the maid thing at age seventeen, and ever since I haven't really been doing anything with my life.." She looked out the window and smirked. "Although I do tend to give the police department a hand with their cases. They really should start paying me." Although it felt a little odd for L himself to be asking about such a thing, it was something that he decided to ask about to at least make talking between the two of them a little less awkward then it felt although asking about such a thing.. well, he was unsure what he would hear other then the fact of how she became like she had now. Something about Luna made her more interesting then the average person.. apart from the fact that she wore a maid's outfit and had a angel with her.. something of a personal quality. "At least you knew who your family once was.. I was orphaned.. and my memories are blurred from how long ago it all feels,.. I was then looked after from then onward by whom we called Wammy to begin with,.. although I later found out that his actual name was Watari.. you probably have heard quite a bit about how I then started to solve cases that interested me.. and well money is something you won't have to worry about anymore.. I can guarantee it" "Oh, sometimes I wish I never knew my parents. My mother was a model and my father owns the biggest car dealership in Britain. When I told them I was interested in becoming a detective, they simply laughed. I have no idea who I inherited my smarts from, but it surely wasn't either of them." Luna sighed and shook her head. "The thought of me using my head to get ahead in life confused them, because they never had to think to make money. Which, according to my dreadful father, is why I'm poor. My mother graciously offered to take me back in, however the conditions were that I become a model, but honestly I've got more brains than looks, so I politely declined. I swear, those people are so obnoxious...Even when they're trying to be nice." She looked at L and smiled. "Its about time something worked out for me." L just listened for a moment a slight confusion crossing him as he listened to the story of her life. Most girls would have loved to have such a life.. such parents, of which receiving money would have been easy if they followed what their parents suggest but Luna.. was not any ordinary female anyhow.. and so in a way he could relate, but also feel a slight sympathy for her. "Your parents might be right in a way.. but that is how they make money.. not how you can,.. after all trust me.. money does not bring that much happiness and well.. there are many ways of making it. All it can do is help offer the way to opportunities.., although.. Oh what am I saying.. I don't feel happiness often anyhow.." L sighed before looking to the side away from her for a moment before slowly deciding to turn towards her "I partially envy you.. at least you have parents to say that you wish you did not have.. All I had was Watari.. and he is dead,.. now I have nothing.." Luna kind of felt bad for her last comment. She took a deep breath and then let it out in a long sigh. "I would have brought him back for you, but it was against the rules. I'm sorry, L. However, you are wrong about something. I'm not all buisness, you know. You've got me to turn to. I know we've only met today, but I promise you I will be there for you. Its the least I can do, for all that you're about to do for me. So please don't say you don't have anyone. Because as far as I know, I'm a someone." She smiled at him, though it was a sad smile. Not as sarcastic as the last. However, it was also reassuring. L could see the slight change of emotions in Luna after he had said what he had to say before slowly he shook his head "Watari knew his time was coming close to an end.. He told me,.. and he said no one would be able to save him.. Wammy sure was one person that was good at prediction, but still if that was the case,.. why did he not see that could have happened.." A sigh left the black haired male before he heard what Luna had started to say going completely quiet to just listen to her speak. They were nice words.. , and the smile that showed had somewhat sadness contained within it.. but it did reassure him a little. ".. I guess I never thought of such a thing.. for that I must thank you Luna.. first you gave me a second chance at life.. and now you say that you will be there for me, If I need someone.. It means a lot.." "Oh, its not like you're indebted to me or anything...I brought you back to life, but I also needed you for a case...and on top of that I need you to put a roof over my head. Let's just call it even, yeah?" Luna's smile became brighter and then she yawned slightly. "Anyway, we should be there in another hour. We'll be staying in a safe house until other arrangements are made." "I guess.. even it is then" L was reasonable about such things and although he valued life over money since a dead person could not really spend much.. except at a funeral if they had one on top of that.. "Not to long now.. Been a while since I have left Japan,.. it ill not take long to organize our own location.. but it's good a safe house is arranged.." He decided to just relax before speaking "If you want Luna.. now would be a good time to rest, I probably won't talk much until we get there.." "Oh..." Luna wondered if she was being that obvious about being tired. "Okay then. I wanted to keep you company, but I guess you need some time to think by yourself." She looked at Reyson, who was staring off into space across the aisle. "He won't give you much of a conversation. He keeps to himself a lot." Luna shut her eyes and then rested her head against the window. It wasn't long before she fell asleep. The fact that L had spoken as much as he had was rather a feat of its own, since usually he would only speak a lot if something had been figured out or if a new idea has aroused yet nothing of that sort could happen on a flight. He decided to just rest, not really fussed about sleeping since he was not much for sleep anyhow and his death had felt like one.. which would probably allow him to stay up for days with out an issue. The plane would not take long to get to it's destination and yet L felt slightly eager about catching the criminal and also getting a place setup for the two of them. He looked at Reyson once Luna had dozed of a little before speaking once more "nothing more that can be told to me.. am I correct?" Reyson looked at L and then nodded. "We've told you everything we know, which isn't much." He then looked over at Luna's sleeping form. "She didn't get much of a chance to investigate." He said with a sigh. "But she thinks that with your help we'll find the one who's doing this in no time...and I trust her. So in a sense, I guess I trust you too." He looked away after that and folded his arms. For an angel, he really was unpleasant. L looked at Luna upon her getting talked about before hearing him continue to speak. It was normal for him to hear a lack of trust, yet at least Reyson trusted him somewhat since Luna seemed to have complete trust in him. "well.. we will be there and then I can start trying to investigate personally.." L then sighed deciding to relax in his chair a little and think a bit about everything told at least so far, trying to make early connections. It was like dealing with an anti Kira.. yet worse in a way, although he did not agree with Kira's killing, he also did not agree with the committed coming back to life.. which would mean they would have to be recaptured.. and well it just sounded like a mess of a situation.

['Yagami', 'Light']

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The Punisher: Marked For Death (Athene & East)

Suki Kimura 1st September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: NYPD Headquarters 17:48 PM EST Crime was nothing new to New York. In fact, when had itnotbeen an issue for the city of New York?Thatwas the million dollar question. Sadly, the answer wasn't much of a mystery. So even for those who knew the right response, no one would be given what could be considered easy money. But then again, that was neither here nor there. Even while sitting in the break room, twenty five year old Suki Kimura knew well enough the upcoming meeting would be what her main focus had to be on.Whispers on the exact mission had been going around the office. Just like the concept of crimes were nothing new, a similar concept applied to secrets. Those almost never, if ever, existed. And when they did, they were exposed very quickly to the public, typically through social media. That applied even to a workplace such as the NYPD.Despite it being twenty eighteen, trafficking wasstillan issue.Sad, really it just didn't seem like something that anyone should have to suffer through.But then, look at all the other bullshit going on, hmm? Suki mused, rolling her eyes at the thought."Why are you even using the break room if you're not eating or anything?"A sly smirk spread on Suki's face as she turned behind her and saw herpartner. They'd been put with one another since Suki's very first day with the police. Most of the precinct had made a bet that Suki would never be able to cooperate let alonework with Jonathan Booker.Suffice to say, a good number of cops lost a considerable amount of money when Suki's first month went by and she hadn't switched partners.This wasn't to say she and Jonathan always got along. Nowhere close. However, they'd come to certain terms that made being assigned to one another more ... tolerable."I was. Already finished up. So now, I'm just waiting for the next ten or so minutes to go away so we can head to the conference room."Jonathan shook his head, chuckling softly."You really love showing us up by entering right on time, don't ya?"Suki shrugged, her smirk widening."Someone's gotta be a good example. Apparently, not many of you are, so .... "Jonathan flashed Suki his own coy grin, nodding towards the clock across the way from them."Did you also fall asleep or something? Do we finally get to see the day Miss Kimura gets inside the conference room late for once?"Her head lifted and turned to see it was now already three minutes before six o'clock. The same time the meeting had been arranged for. Her eyes widened as she quickly got up to her feet." .... Shit!"A quick half walk, half jog later, the two would enter into the meeting room. Standing at the front was theircaptain, Trey Holland. Luckily, Suki wasnotthe very last person to hurry inside, which allowed her to escape an otherwise irritated glare from her boss.On top of everyone's desks were files for the case."Inside of those, you should find images and data for all the missing girls. This should be a simple find and rescue mission. Donotuse violence unless you or any of the women are in any immediate danger. This is exactly why I'm waiting until 23:00 on the dot to start this up. Thereshouldbe fewer of the traffickers around. With that being said, however, do not hesitate to arrest these corrupt bastards. Theyneedto have justice served, and that can't happen unless they're in our custody. Is that clear?!"A chorus of "Yes sir!"s rang through the air, including from Suki herself. The tell tale reply that hinted they not only heard but understood exactly what this assignment would entail."Good. I expect nothing less from you all. Everyone will also see in their folders that I have designated each team to go to certain areas of New York. Most should have some of the captives there and able to be rescued. With any luck, no one will return empty handed. But it'll depend if these men are smart enough to move the women around or not."While he resumed speaking, Suki noticed her and Jonathan's destination the docks. The New York Harbor, to be more precise.Nodding to herself, she would join in with the rest of the cops as they gave another simultaneous shout to indicate they comprehended what tonight would be all about, as well as showing they were all eager and raring to go."Dismissed! I hope to hear back from everyone with positive results!" 1st September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: New York Harbor 22:11 PM EST Suki and Jonathan had come up with a plan. A slightly unorthodox one, yes. But they hadn't been forbidden from doing this, so ... it wasn't like it was illegal. And hell, if it worked, then why not?Jonathan was clad in his on duty uniform. Suki, meanwhile, was in jeans and a tank top. Looking much more like a civilian than a member of the NYPD. But that was the goal. They had admitted and agreed with one another that whoever was behind this seemed to specifically target women between the ages of sixteen to thirty. With her possessing the traits of the typical victims, it'd be easy enough to lure any of the guilty men out.Besides, it wasn't like Suki was completely alone.She still had her gun with her. Hidden by her leather jacket draped over the tank top and simultaneously tucked in the right rear pocket of her jeans."See anything yet, Kimura?"The voice came from her ear piece. Suki shook her head slowly, making sure she was alone first before answering back."Negative. But if there's as many women as we were told, there's likely going to be a huge van or set of crates or something. I'm not in the right spot yet, but trust me. I've definitely got my eyes open. I'm assuming you're following me somewhere nearby?""Correct. Careful, though ... I'm pretty sure we got this."Suki playfully scoffed, nodding in agreement."Damn straight we do. I'll get in touch with you when I find something.""Ten four, Kimura."And with that, Suki would let go of the ear piece and begin slowly, confidently walking down the harbor. Her eyes and every sense remained very much alert and aware, ready to react at a moment's notice of anything, be it a person, clue, or perhaps both. Frank Castle 31st August 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Josie's Bar, Hells Kitchen 18:28 PM EST Josie's was not one of Frank's normal hang outs. The place stank to high heaven being one of the few bars in New York that still let people smoke inside of it. The smell just kind of reeked up the place, and frank had to wonder if they paid an extra on their insurance so that they could keep it that way. walking to the sound of heavy boots, he Frank could feel the eyes on him from the fellow patrons of the estate. He felt some people sizing him even as he walked up to the bar. He watched as one guy probably the smartest guy in the entire place got up onto hiFrs feet, put cash on his table and walked the fuck out the door. Fank smiled at the man, watching him go, even offered him a little wave as he left.Josie was an old woman, and a hard one, her voice had been wrecked by years of smoking and hair that had once been blond was now a more silvered white, she still wore jewlewery still wore make up, but she could no longer hide all of the wrinkles on her face that age had started to make, nor could she get rid of the smell of tabacco that was so clearly clinging to everything around the place, her teeth were yellow from it. "You're scaring my customers. Now how can I help you get the hell out of my Bar."That got a chuckle out Frank. It wasn't every day someone actually started out with a strong face like that. He actually cracked a smile "A glass of water, and." Frank reached into the long trench coat he was wearing pulling out a photo. The photo was of a young man, it was black and white though probably taken off a security camera from somewhere, but it did clearly show the mans face. "Tell me where to find him? I know he's a regular here."Josie looked at the picture and sighed. "Come on you can't do this in my bar, if you haul one of their asses into the street I'm not gonna have a business left." She said with a angry tone. "Why should I give you any of my boys?"Frank paused on that for a moment, leaning back in his stool, and looking around the slowly emptying establishment. He lifted his arms and put them over top his head making himself comfortable. "You know despite the smell, I think I could see myself becoming a regular here. You know drop by once a day or so. Get a glass of water just hang out, you and I could be fast friends."Josie let out a frustrated growl. Frank just smiled. "Tell me where, and I'm gone.""He works the harbor, he said something was going to happen tomorrow night." Frank smiled when he heard that. "The harbor's a big place Josie, the new york docks have almost 68 peirs to them give me a number, give me your best guess of a number, and... lets just say that if it's in five... i won't be back."There was a long silence, and Josie finally gave a dock number, frank stood up from his stool, put five dollars on the table, and walked away. "And Josie... you should really air out the place."1st September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: New York Harbor. 22:11 PM EST Frank had taken up a position on the roof, he was doing his equipment check at that point looking over his riffle, he knew he had hit the right pier thanks to some earlier investigation he had seen his dock worker earlier today, and was now sitting atop the building. Watching down at the street below. He could see a young woman. His best estimation put her probably mid 20s? she fit the picture for a lot of the missing girls that had been going on across new york, his investigation which had brought him to one of the players in the soon to be destroyed human trafficking trade.He was pretty sure that the guy he was after was just a kidnapper. He wanted to catch the guy alive for interrogation. But as he was watching the girl he noticed something, he fixed the zoom on his lense for a moment as she walked, she was wearing an earpiece. He could see her lips moving through his lense she was talking to someone. She also walked oddly, her back was strait, she was confident her eyes were up and alert, victims of kidnappings tended to be more closed off, introverted, they tended to act shy and hold themselves awkwardly she had none of those signs. Despite being on the docks at night she wasn't wearing revealing clothing which meant she wasn't a lady of the night.is she a cop?Frank let out a groan if the cops were here tonight, and if they busted his target he was not going to get the information he needed. They would take down the people in the immediate area and then the small fry would likely be either killed off in prison before they could testify or they would be high enough up that they would get some rigged trial. Either way whoever was at the top would get away.Frank let out a slow sigh steadying his heart beat. The use of a sniper riffle especially a high powered one like he was holding required a steady heart beat, and a calm hand. He had to fire between the beats of his heart when all was still.And more importantly he needed to wait for his target to show up on the scene. Suki Kimura 1st September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: New York Harbor 22:22 PM EST Suki was walking briskly. Not quite in a panicked mode, per se. But there was a certain urgency that anyone would have been able to see. Or rather, that someonewasnoticing.Granted, she couldn't pinpoint where from or who was watching her. But the sensation of being watched wasn't a foreign one. It had simply strengthened since she joined the NYPD. Suki had experienced her fair share of 'creeps' or 'stalkers' even back during her high school years. Now that the familiar feeling was registering to her, it only made her 'I told you so' mindset kick in.God fucking damnit. Do these pricks have a sniper?! But then ... wouldn't that mean theyknewcops would be coming here?"No good," she muttered, finally pausing in her tracks and taking a moment to regain her composure. Her head tilted back as Suki slowly closed her eyes. In .... and out. In .... and out. The calming breaths continued until she felt well enough to re open her eyes. Reaching down, she pulled her cell phone out. This doubled, even if it wasn't obvious. She did this for more than checking the time. She was also using it as a makeshift mirror of sorts.Hmmm. No red light ... Not that it meant anything, but it certainly made Suki feel better that if there was a sniper, she was either too far for them to reachorthey weren't immediately targeting her. Both of these were decent enough 'blessings' that she could better concentrate and focus on the task at hand.Now ... if you were part of a trafficking group, where would you hide your victims away at, exactly? It took a bit more of swiftly walking. But finally, a slight noise made her head turn as she walked to a largeshipping container. And, apparently, she'd arrived in time.A quick glance at her phone indicated there were only two minutes before 23:00 would arrive."Please! Is someone out there?! Help us!""Shhh. Give me a bit.""Oh thank god!"While Suki started working on trying to unlock the large, metal box, a frown appeared on her face as Jonathan's voice echoed in her ears again."Kim !! Am !! Car ""The fuck do you mean? Jonathan?!"All she got was static, which caused a "Fuck!" to elicit from her lips."Hello there, sweetie," she heard from behind her. Before Suki could pivot around, the barrel of a gun pushing against the back of her head registered to her brain. "Nu uh, none of that. You arrived just in time, actually. Here. Let us help you. You'll be a nice addition."Suki's heart was pounding wildly. With what she'd just heard and at least five to eight shadows being seen with her peripheral vision, this was looking and feelingverybad. Her partner was gone, as far as she'd heard. Maybe hopefully not dead. But likely incapacitated. Which meant .... there was a good chance no one was around to help her. Suki slowly shook her head, irritated with herself. This was gonna be all well, mostly her fault. She never should have agreed to this in the first place.Noted never do anything that isn't by the book again. Shit ... Frank Castle 1st September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: New York Harbor.There was a problem. Frank wasn't completely sure what it was yet, but the cop was definitely a part of it. His target arrived, and he watched from a distance as three vans pulled up. Made sense if they were shipping a lot of cargo than they would need someway to carry the bodies. He sighed, watching the man he had been tracking get out of the car and motion to a few others. Going around the long way.He watched as the cop started to mess around with the frieght container, he wished he could tell her to get the hell out of there. He watched as his target started to confront her, he had to guess that something was jamming the cell signal, or it could be just a bad signal. The harbors were massive, rotted grounds and ruins, they didn't always get good reception especially since water had the natural chaotic behavior of bouncing around radio signals to start with. He was hoping for a raid, instead she was starting to try and open the container. "No, come on, you're a cop where's your back up."His scope traced down the line, back to his target now approaching her, he was drawing a weapon. He had to make a choice, risk her life and keep his target alive for interrogation or kill him and the others to protect the cop and the women they were transporting. The choice was easy. "One batch." He said stilling his heart, practiced breathing.He kept the riffle trained on his target. Leveling it at the mans head. "Two batch." He watched as the man pulled out his gun and spoke with the cop, her time was running out. Something was off, and the raid wasn't coming.He watched for a moment longer, could see the man about to remove the safety from his pistol, if he did that than it would be too risky to shoot him while the gun was leveled at the female cop's head. Frank knew the operation was busted. There would be another night to find out who was buying these women. "Penny and a dime." The man's hand reached a little lower about to caress her ass and find the gun that she was hiding in her waistband behind her jacket, when suddenly there was a flash from atop one of the closest closed down buildings. The back of his head broke. The man slumped and a mix of brain matter and blood splashed over the female cop. There were two more flashes from the same location, though aimed at different places in rapid succession, and there was the sound of a body hitting the pavement, and another of something heavy falling into the water. Everything went silent as the man seemed to fall to the ground in slow motion. Frank picked up his riffle getting up, from where he was laying. If nothing else he could search the cars, maybe find some hint of where they came from. Either way he had to clean up his scene. He picked up the three warm shell casing's and started to pack up his riffle into the bag he stowed it. Suki Kimura 1st September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: New York Harbor 23:14 PM EST "Bastard!" Suki hissed angrily. "That's mine!"In mere seconds, however, the last of Suki's concerns became whether she would lose her gun or not. The sound of the trigger being pulled was very, very faint. However, it was quickly confirmed by a pained cry lasting about thirty seconds or so ringing in the cop's ears. .... There is a sniper?! Her eyes shut tightly as Suki half expected herself to be the last person shot. Instead, when her eyes opened, she found she was the last person standing.Suki slowly turned around, able to do little more than stare in shock and disbelief. She originally began to grab her gun ... but stopped. Now that one of the perpetrators had touched it, forensics would need to scan it for their fingerprints. It'd give them answers as to whom these bastards had been, as well as if they had been affiliated with any cartels or other dangerous groups."Hello?! Please, let us out!"The screams helped Suki return to the here and now as she turned back around, gritting her teeth in annoyance. Mainly that she'd had to be saved in the first place. But there was also the fact that now ... she was gonna have a very, very long night ahead of her. Hopefully, the factsomegood had come out of this would make relaying to her captain the mission got interfered with less of a bitch fest for her to endure.Less, of course, being the keyword."Second .... hang tight. I'm a cop, I need to make a call. But you'll be out soon enough, okay? You're fine. You won't be getting shipped anywhere. Promise.""Thank you ... " 2nd September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: NYPD Headquarters 11:37 AM EST Indeed, she had spent at least two hours last night trying to relay what had happened. Thankfully, her captain agreed it wouldn't do her any good to try to speak while doing so in a slightly flustered manner.Knowing shecouldhave ended up getting shot intentionally or not had given her one hell of a scare. It was stupid, if not ironic. The risk of being shot was something that had come from many factors, from simply living in a dangerous city such as New York to serving in the Army for a few years to becoming a cop not long after finishing her first military tour.But for some reason ... last night had really freaked her out.Maybe because it was the closest anyone had gotten?She wasn't sure. There were far too many questions, and not just simply about the mysterious sniper. Just as many revolved around the trafficking incident. And then ..."You okay, Kimura?""No thanks to you," she bitterly shot back, lifting her head angrily to look up at Jonathan. "The fuck happened?!""Like I was trying to warn you. Ambush."Her head tilted as she rose her eyebrows. At first, it didn't make sense. But then ... she thought back. Recalled how close it had been to eleven o'clock before the men found her." ... Okay. Fine, just .... "Her hand rose as she ran a hand through her hair. Her head lowered as she glanced at the desk in front of her belonging to her own captain. It was the only person she was waiting for, and truthfully? Suki was actually kind of dreading this meeting a bit. "I wish you would have .... I mean .... ""I get it. I'm disappointed in myself. I'm very sorry, Suki.""As you should be," Trey concurred, finally walking in and sitting across from the duo. "Whose idiotic plan was this, anyway, huh?!""Mine, sir," Booker replied. "I pushed for Suki to agree to this.""Even still, that doesn't fix the fact Miss Kimura is in the wrong. I thought you were smart enough. Certainly stubborn, if nothing else, to know when an idea was clearly a good one or not.""Sorry," Suki replied, her voice filled with shame." .... So ... you didn't get a look at last night's sniper?""No, sir."Holland sighed, shaking his head. "You two should know right here and now there's one major grace saving your asses. It's the fact you found and were able to keep those women from being shipped to who knows where. I've got a good chunk of them being visited, questioned, and protected by other officers already. So we'll find out soon enough the story involving their captors or at least who they used to be. The moment I get enough information on the bullets that killed them, I'll let you both know. I want to know who else got themselves involved in our affairs as well as why."Trey looked between the two, letting out yet another sigh."For right now ... dismissed. Thank you both for at least saving those women last night. But seriously ... no more fuck ups like last night, be it in your planning or something else.""Of course," Booker replied, Suki nodding her head quickly in agreement."Thank you, captain," she replied.Neither needed any encouragement to stand and take their leave."Want me to get you lunch to make up for last night?" Jonathan offered." .... Tempting. Very much so. But I think I'll take a rain check on that offer. I kinda wanna be alone for a bit, if you don't mind.""Understandable. Alright. Take care, Suki."It would be here that the two cops would part ways. Before she could heed her own words, there was one more stop Suki needed to make. She walked through the halls of the headquarters before walking through a door. There would be a plaque with the following words engraved in the square block.WOMEN'S CHANGING ROOM Frank Castle 2nd September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Upscale Manhattan apartment 09:31 AM EST Six men sat around a well lit ornate table, on the table there was the latest morning edition of the daily bugle showing the bust that had taken down a small fraction of the organized human trafficking ring that these men had worked hard to set up. The product were all girls, between the ages of 15 17, that had been taken in at various points, some were runaways, others were taken during family vacations. All were about to be shipped off and sold and yet somehow the cops had caught wind of the operation. The details of the bust kept names out of it, only mentioning that three were dead, and that a local cop had aided in the rescue of the women who were now under police custody and could be potentially reunited with their families.It was a happy ending.It was an insult. One of the men pulled out a ipad, and started going through footage taken from various locations around the peer. "The cops said that there was a sniper on a roof, but the only one in the footage is the police girl. The location was chosen cause there were very few if any street cameras, so we don't have good angles, but we can hear three shots.""So she killed our boys, and then blamed it on a ghost." another of the men sighed and took a bite out of the breakfast meals. They managed to get one good shot where her face was exposed to one of the street cameras. "What is she?""Probably fresh out of the academy by the look of how young she is. I doubt she has made detective yet. You want to approach her with an offer? see if we can put her on the payroll?" Another dirty cop could help re emberse lost costs"No, I want her removed.""Pulling an officers badge is pretty hefty in the price. Even if she went off the books the city would regard her as a hero for saving the girls." Another man said. "Hero cop's don't loose their badges.""Then remove her the old fashioned way, see if we can't get a name off the picture, or one of our good boys. Once we have that, put a hit on her. Nothing old school. We don't need to scream Maggia to the public." Everyone regarded the paper for a second, one of the first big bylines the now owner of the daily bugel ever broke was in taking down the Maggia crime family which played by a more authentic and older god father type code. Jameson had a target on his back since those days, but for some reason be it dumb luck or geniun skill the man had managed to evade every shot ever taken at him. "We don't need the garish details, Just put someone on it, and make sure that her body isn't found." 2nd September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: A cafe outside of NYPD headquarters. 11:40 AM EST Frank sat eating a sandwhich his eyes focused across the street at the constant hustle and bustle of the NYPD headquarters. This was basically a cop diner hall, so he hadn't come as frank the punisher. His coat and his more assorted stuff was back at his apartment, he was wearing a grey work out hoodie with the NYPD logo on it, and track pants. He basically looked like every other off duty cop in the place. Just another asshole on the force eating his lunch protecting and serving. He had come here cause it was the natural lunch rush, but he couldn't find his Asian cop from the night before.Some part of him wondered if she was on duty today. He was hoping that she would just walk into the place and order a sandwich so he could have a talk with her. There were two reasons he wanted to meet her, the first was that she had probably been working a case, which meant that her file was probably more up to date than his was on the work he was doing, but the second was a bad feeling.Every time he got involved with something it was always some weird case that ended up going back to someone high up. The district attorney had ordered the bust that had killed his family, the leader of the CIA had been the goon he had punched in the face when he had tried to lead his strike force, and even his old boss in the military had turned for a paycheck at some point.A good cop, one who took stupid risks and was at the lower end of the pay grade, that's hard to find in today's crazy world. Frank wanted to make sure that she stayed alive through this case, and who knew, maybe she could pass on some information to him as well. Suki Kimura 2nd September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Cafe Outside NYPD Headquarters 11:53 AM EST Frank would get his wish it seemed. Suki would indeed walk in after a few moments. It hadn't taken her very long to get dressed however, she had gotten talked to in the hallways of headquarters. And for a bit, she had been fine indulging her colleagues with answers to any questions they had, most of which were about last night. But finally, she put her foot down and insisted she wanted to get some lunch in.Something they understood and envied since she ended up getting the day off.As such, she looked like she had last night. A typical civilian. The only evidence that would immediately give away she was a cop came in the form of her pistol and ID, the latter of which was in Suki's wallet. In fact, if it weren't for the fact the top was clearly a very different one, it'd be easy to think she'd worn the exact same outfit from last night.Nah. That wasn't her style. She took damn care of herself. In fact, she intended on hitting the gym or jogging after lunch. If she wasn't on duty, she was always keeping active somehow."Heya Kyle!""Ahh, Suki! Was wondering if you'd forgotten me or something."Her eyes rolled as she shook her head."You should know me well enough. That being said, I don't need to remind you what I'm gonna ask for, do I?""Nope. Gimme five minutes.""Perfect. Thanks."While the cashier and sandwich creator got busy, Suki pulled her wallet out and fished out the required amount of money. A five and a one."So have you talked to your boss yet about discounts? Isn't it kinda criminal to charge that much for one damn sandwich?""Come on, we've had this talk before. I don't make the rules. I just follow them. Besides, you're not the only one who needs a living."Suki shrugged, unable to argue with that."Fine. Fair enough. Thanks. Crap, umm ... add in a bottle of water, will ya? I'm gonna need that when I leave." Suki pulled out another bill and some change, handing that over. She then reached out and took her food and any spare change before turning and sitting down. It was definitely not done on purpose, but she ended up choosing an empty booth that was located right behind Frank. Frank Castle Frank watched as the ladies of his thoughts walked into the cafe, he smiled for a moment. He thought for sure that he was going to have to wait here for a day or two before she would show up. Still he happy to see that she had shown up, now all he had to do was approach her. Frank got up from his seat and walked over to her table, it wasn't hard considering it was the booth right behind him. "This seat taken?" He asked as he slid into the seat across from her.Frank took a bite out of his sandwhich for a moment. He wondered if she would just recognize him. At one point or another Frank was the most wanted man in New York, but that was about two years ago, and most people had long forgotten the punisher. At least when he was outside of the bullet proof vest anyway. The lack of a skull made it a lot easier for him to walk around, and with the hood up only Suki could see his face.He looked at her assessing her reaction. His hands were on the table, he wasn't a threat to her. He decided that he was just gonna come out and say something. Introductions were never his strong suit, Frank was never one to call himself a people person. "So last night did you get all the credit? Or did they want to know who your back up was?"Frank smiled towards her, and tried not to be combative for once. His guard was up though, he waited for her to call him out, or go for her gun. He was more aware in that moment of the danger he was in as he was surrounded by cops, he didn't like hurting cops, and he wasn't ready to publically announce the fact that he was alive to the world. "Way I see it you owe me one Mrs?" He asked her name."I gave up my best lead to save your rookie butt, so I want to know everything you do about this case." Suki Kimura "Nah, it's free. I'm not waiting for anyone."And as he sat across from her, Suki took a moment to try to study him. If he was a cop, then she'd never seen him around before. Which, already, was a tad odd. But ... maybe he was just a civilian? Possibly, but that made it a tad weirder he'd wanna sit with her.... Whatever. He wasn't causing trouble, so Suki wasn't gonna make a fuss about it. Well, she wasn't intending to. Not before he brought up last night. It took her off guard and made her bite her lip instead of her sandwich.Several options definitely went immediately through her head. Get up and leave was one, though then she imagined he'd just follow her. Pull her gun out was another, but that would make much worse of a scene than storming out of here. Not every customer was a cop just most of them. So it'd confuse anyone who was innocent and not involved in this." ... There's only one person who should be able to talk to me like that at all. You ... were the sniper, weren't you?"Her voice lowered to a whisper as she spoke. Though her body stayed stable, her voice was shaking a bit."O Oi, I'm no rookie, okay? Something happened to my back up. At literally the worst possible timing. And then .... outnumbered. That shit never goes well for anyone. I think evenyouwould have had somewhat of a hard time hadyoubeen inmyshoes. You seem like you could be a competent fighter, if not cop. Definitely got the body of one."... Well, that slipped out. It wasn't meant to be an intimate comment, even if he was handsome. Just a keen observation. And hell, if his aim with a sniper rifle was that great, he could probably handle any kinda gun decently enough. Maybe even better than 'decently'. Probably, the more she looked at Frank.Her feet tapped a few times on the floor as she tried to calm herself. Urges to hurl curses in his face and leave continued to taunt her. And they definitely got stronger as he seemed to imply he was blackmailing her.Waiting to finish a new bite of her sandwich first, Suki's head shook."You may be right that yes, I owe you. But you seem to know well enough who I am and what I know. You should know I can't just give that sorta information out freely. I have protocols to follow. However, if you're dead set on that ... "Her head shook again."Not here. Somewhere private. My place or yours, I care not. But preferably in a place no one else can eventryto eavesdrop on us. My place is clean. I make damn sure of that."Clean, in this case, didn'tonlyrefer to the floors being void of messes or the surfaces, though that was true. It was her cryptic way of saying there were no bugs or devices where a person could listen or watch her go about her daily life.But he seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders. He likely wouldn't need her to elaborate on that for him to understand."That fair enough of a deal? I'd say so, especially because I usually don't like a few things. Owing anyone anything, but worse than that? Breaking the rules involved with my job. And this definitely falls under that. But if I'm gonna make last night even, giving you what you want probably is the best choice to make. As far as credit? Not within the NYPD, no. And there's a reason for that. But I was definitely one of the few agents that got more credit than others. The public probably is buying whatever story's been printed. I haven't read any papers or whatnot yet. I'm not overly fond of social media in any form, to be completely honest. I only use it when I absolutely have to, but never before then." Frank Castle Frank was a little flattered when she said she had the body of the cop, he didn't miss the look she gave him. It had been a while since any one had flirted with him even subtly so it was kind of nice. That said he was more focused on the mission than her body. Maybe after the fact, but right now he would just let that comment go for now.2nd September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: En route to Suki's home 12:13 AM EST Frank listened to her explain at least part of what had happened back at the docks, but she then said the smartest thing she could have said. She was willing to give him the information but in a safe location. Frank got up from his seat. "By all means lead the way to your place." He said getting up and having her escort him out of the cop cafe.He was more than happy to get out of the sight of NYPD. He moved along with her keeping his hood up the entire time that they walked together. Till they arrived at Suki's car and he got in. When he was in her car he pulled down the hood revealing more of his face to her. "The only reason I know who you are is cause I watched you through the scope of my riffle, I don't actually know your name. I just figured out you were a cop, and well eventually every cop eats there."Hiding in plane sight and waiting for a target, he supposed it was a bit of a bold plan, but in areas where people felt the most safe that was usually the best place to find them. He smiled wondering if she recognized him this time now that she was in his car. He was going out on a bit of a limb here trying to work with a cop, there was a good chance that she might try to turn him in. When the car was in motion he started talking again."It's good that you don't use social media. It lowers the chances of you being recognized, and staying out of the spotlight means that less things will be pointed at you. I know a bit, but not a ton. I was following a trafficker who was kidnapping and moving those girls, the one that caught you was pretty much my best lead to figure out who the buyer was." Frank was keeping his head low as he looked out the window.He let out a sigh. "I'll give you all the information I have once we get back to your place. Way i see it we may have to work together on this." Suki Kimura Suki would follow suit and get up to her feet after finishing her lunch. The trash would be thrown into the nearby bin. Her left hand, meanwhile, dove into her pockets and began fishing her keys out. "Unfortunately, the car's near the station, so we're gonna have to be there for a few minutes."It just seemed like common sense to think that if this man had seemed to seek her out and had done so twice, both timesawayfrom the headquarters that he had a history. On the other hand, it could have just been a coincidence altogether. Either way, she didn't wanna give off the wrong impression and look as if she were going back on her word. There was as good a chance he had his own weapon.Although .... she had been completely serious on him being a competent fighter. Which, thus, meant he probably didn'tneeda weapon in all honesty.The sight of them would likely look laughable. Poor Suki had the typical curse that most Asians did and was relatively short, standing only five feet seven inches. A bit taller than most, but not nearly as much as she could have been. Last night at least hinted that what she lacked in the vertical department, however, was made up for in an array of various ways. Not just her chest, though that was also true. She really had gotten screwed over and, in her own ways, was also a competent fighter.... Well, the better wording was she had to be. It came with both her job and having originally served.While walking, Frank would hear light jingling. With him officially having a closer view, he would see the familiar sight of metal hanging around her neck. Though they weren't in full view, the noise alone gave a good enough hint on what they were dog tags.A quick press down on her keychain and the lights flashed. A few beeps resounded, revealing the doors were now open so both could get inside. Frank would also see that Suki definitely broke another stereotype. She was actually a damn good driver even though she was Asiananda woman."So ... why were you even there last night? If you're another cop, I've never seen you before. But ... no. Actually, you can't be. You would've known the orders our captain gave us. Using a sniper rifle was definitely against them.".... Hell, who evenusedthose? The more she thought on it ... yeah. It was becoming painfully obvious this man wasnota colleague she'd somehow missed.It wouldn't become obvious until the first red light arrived. Her head turned ... and she felt something in between borderline scared and shocked. For better or worse? Even Suki wasn't yet sure about that." ... Frank? Frank Castle? Is that ... seriously who I'm looking at right now?"The faintest of smirks appeared on her face as she shook her head, chuckling."You're still something of a legend among the NYPD. A very controversial one, too. Okay, so ... assuming I'm not seeing things, that explains your presence. Because ... they hit the wrong triggers with you more or less? Whoever those men were?"Had her guest opted to take a more violent approach then, yes. Suki would have felt more obligated to report him. But he'd gone about this in a much smarter and far more diplomatic route than Suki had expected. After all, considering what she'd heard from her other co workers particularly those who had been with the NYPD for way longer than her he was supposed to be incredibly dangerous and violent. Yet ... here he was. Not only being civil, but he hadn't even laid a single finger on her.Clearly, there was more to the story involving him than anyone especially Suki herself knew and understood.The drive was relatively short, lasting only about thirteen minutes, with about half of that being forced to obey traffic laws. Suki would pull up and park in her garage, though not before Frank would get a good view of herhouse."I'm umm .... not as wealthy as people assume. A lot of people forget the concept of renting to own exists. Thisshouldbe completely mine in ... hmm ... a few more years. Hopefully."A nervous chuckle passed her lips as she stepped out, taking a breath. There was something incredibly nerve wracking about voluntarily leading someone like Frank Castle in her own home. But when she kept managing to move freely and not be attacked, her anxieties shut up. She seemed convinced enough he wasn't about to give her any reason to call headquarters and report him.Since they used the garage door instead of front, they would appear in the kitchen." ... Goddamnit! I forgot my water bottle at the cafe!"Suki clicked her tongue, sighing in annoyance at herself."Well ... I was gonna offer this anyway, but um .... wanna drink? Look around and get comfortable. I'd ... very highly prefer if you removed your shoes somewhere and put them ... anywhere you won't forget them like how I did with my water. I still do follow a few customs from my home nation."After hearing his reply, Suki would enter the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Her own shoes would already be off, as she'd slipped them off and left them in the kitchen for the time being. If he'd given an affirmative answer, she would hand him a water bottle. Otherwise, she set her own down atop a coaster."Okay, so ... where do you want me to begin? Aside from the beginning I get that reply enough as it is from my colleagues. I'm fine with people being smart asses, but creativity every now and again would be appreciated, ya know?" Frank Castle "The one and only." Frank couldn't help but be a bit coy and playful in the moment. Being recognized and told that he was still a legend among the NYPD, and among the criminal underground was always kind of gratifying. Even without the skull emblazoned across his chest he still carried himself with an imposing posture so he saw the glint of fear run across Suki's face though she handled it well, better than most of the cops he had met in the past though that was about two years ago when his rampage was still fresh through the city.Frank nodded when they got to her home, it was nice, and on a cops salary it was probably towards the upper scale of what she could afford. Mentioning the rent to own plan he nodded. "Yeah that's what my family did a long time ago."Just mentioning his family brought up a small tinge of pain. But at this point he had avenged them twice over, their spirits could rest in peace, and after all that he had done he knew he wasn't going to get to see them in whatever stage of life was after this one. So he had in his own way at least worked towards making peace with that part of his life, and now he was more focused on what he could do in the now, and that was fight his war. A war that would never end, meant that he could work till the end of his days, and while he didn't find any enjoyment in the work he was doing he knew it was the right thing for him.Taking off his shoes as he was told he walked into her home wearing his socks. He pulled off the hoodie as they got into the warmer home, a tight T shirt pulled across his chest, showing the broad muscles of his chest. As well as his muscled arms. He stretched for a moment going to his full height in the car ride, standing well over Suki he looked at least partly like he could break her, but his face was actually rather pleasant. "Thanks, water would be good."Walking around her home she had a few pictures up, he could see important snips from her life like the graduation of the police academy, but her pictures didn't really showcase anyone else in them. "You live alone here? No boyfriend? or family that will walk in on this conversation?" He asked prying just a little into her personal life as he walked into the living room and took a seat.When she asked him where she wanted her to start and told him not to say the beginning he smiled like she had just cut off the way he had wanted to go about this. "I'd like the connections they had." He pulled out the photo he had shown Josie to get the location of the pier. "His name or at least the name I got was Toni Esposito. I managed to figure out he was trafficking but not who he was trafficking for, he has to have someone, a business connection, a place he worked, or a friend who was giving him money.""I find that guy I find the next one up the ladder from Toni, then after that I find the next guy, till eventually I've climbed the top and know exactly who is running this show." He looked at her. "The cops can't chase down businesses without probable cause, I can, So I just need to know where he worked, and who he was close with." Suki Kimura ... Well, I'll be damned ... All things considered, New York had been relatively quiet. At least, as 'quiet' as one could say compared to when Frank had been active a few years ago, yes. In that regard, it was a true enough compare and contrast observation. By the time Suki had entered the NYPD, he'd ceased his constant killings, which made him a bit less infamous. But only in activity. His name, however, was uttered pretty quickly after she earned her spot on the force. Not just from bad memories either. At one point, they thought he'd returned due to someone trying to copy his tactics.In the end, it turned out to be a really crappy copy cat killer.Back then, that had been the closest Suki ever expected to ever meet the real Frank Castle. Had anyone jested she'd see him in the flesh like she was now and then, she'd snicker at them and swear they were crazy.And yet, here he is .... "Family lives elsewhere. Some still in Japan, a few in other states. It's umm ... always been a rocky relationship between us all. And ... really? Do I look boyfriend material?"Her own smirk returned as she chuckled softly."Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but ... one of two things tends to happen. They freak upon learning I'm a cop which, even without doing background checks, implies they have something to hide. So they do the smart thing and break off any future relationship with me. Or ... they assume I'm some hardcore dominatrix or something because I have access to cuffs."Suki rolled her eyes, shaking her head as the most recent time that tried to happen flashed through her mind."For real though, in this line of work? It's not really a smart move to get a lover."Or, rather, you had to take a shit ton of precautions. And if he could see the mental list of qualities any potential guy would need to possess in order to have a decent chance at being a lover with her? Well ... he'd probably join her in laughing. It wasn't the longest checklist, but it wasn't short, either."So .... no. You don't have to worry about anyone barging in."Suki would reach behind her and pull her pistol out from her rear pocket, placing it down on the mantle beside her. It was more of a sign that if any abrupt guests particularly of the unwanted variety didtry to force their way in, she would be ready. The last thing it intended to come off as was a threat in any form or fashion.Her right hand would lift to bring her bottle up to her lips. While downing some of the water, she tucked a few raven strands behind her ears. Almost immediately, Suki's expression went to a more stoic one. Gone was the teasing and playful hints that had been in her face earlier. Now that they were doing business talks, she was as serious as she was when around her boss or partner.Her head slowly nodded to acknowledge she recognized the picture."He was one of the few definite names and leads we had. And since this was part of your previous question, lemme backtrack a bit. I wasn't the only one getting credit for last night's operation because ... the trafficking happened in numerous areas of New York. It wasn't restricted to just the harbor. And between the spread out nature as well as other evidence on the guy, we do know one thing for sure. He's part of the Italian mafia. Unfortunately ... the rest of his comrades are a lot more discreet and smarter than him. Because prior to last night? We didn't see or learn about any other identities. Obviously, this'll now change courtesy of the bodies you aided in providing us."A slight frown appeared on her face as she looked away from the pic of Toni and locked eyes with Frank."Whatever names may or may not come up are no longer my concern as of when I left headquarters .... what? Almost an hour ago, I think? But yeah. My captain wants me to identify you which ... I technicallyhavedone. Just not relayed."If it hadn't yet been obvious, it was this part of the talk where a significant amount of problems now arose. Even with them trying to work together, outside forces were trying to make it impossible ... or really fucking close to that."So ... since my attention isn't supposed to be on the Italian mafia anymore, I think you can understand a few things. One of which being I can't just walk up to my captain and ask to be reassigned. Definitely not without a good reason. And even though there's a chance I may have somehow exposed myself to Toni's men .... "Her head shook ... and then stopped after a few movements.Wait a sec. Why am I not investigating both future leads and the 'mysterious sniper' case? Suddenly, almost everything about last night was beginning to feel very off. Even being allowed to leave earlier than usual now felt ... wrong. Suki had originally figured it was to help cope with fearing she may have almost been shot, but ... now that she was exchanging information with Frank and thus knew that wasn't the case it just ... wasn't sitting well with her."I'm not gonna do that on purpose, and definitely not without a plan in mind. I already made the idiotic mistake of not following protocol last night. I'm not doing that again unless I figure a way to make it work out."Although it wasn't painfully obvious, Suki was showing a few signs that two and two werenotadding up like they should. At least Frank would know he wasn't the only one who may be as suspicious as the woman across from him about how things were suddenly revealing themselves. Or failing to reveal, in some cases."You probably know this already, but secrets don't last for very long. Least of all within the NYPD. If I'm gonna keep helping you, we're gonna have to figure out ways to keepeverythingwe're saying and doing discreet. I'm sure I don't have to explain why or what may end up happening if this talk got found out by the wrong people. Not just to myself, but you also." Frank Castle Italian mob, well it was a place to start, Frank could at least admit that much. He had taken down sections of organized crime before in the past, but that was when he had first started out and his public war had taken a lot of prep time, and caused a lot of problems for him. He was pretty sure that doing all of that again would result in him getting caught again and put on trial again, and this time he wouldn't be able to call up Matt. Not that he particularly wanted to call up Dare Devil for anything that man had basically ruined his own life at this point.When she made a joke about her not being boyfriend matariel he looked at her slightly surprised. When she went on to explain the two reactions that happened whenever someone found out that she was a cop he actually chuckled a bit. "Yeah it was a lot like that back when I was in the military." He did eventually find a woman who could put up with him, but that had been another life time ago. Still he could relate to the younger cops struggles, it was as shame because Suki was rather cute if a bit small. She kind of looked like she would fit in his lap.and that is where I have to end that line of thinking.It had been a few years since he had dated, or done anything romantic. As welcoming a change of pace as that would have been, finding the Italian mob was a higher priority at the moment. As the wheels started to turn that she had been put out to dry, frank rubbed his chin for a moment thinking over all the details that she was telling him. She had broken protocol once already by being on the docs, but for some reason she hadn't been removed from the case, but rather moved away from the italian mob part of it.He took a drink of his water, as he thought about it. Putting his bottle down on a coaster as well. "Sounds to me like your boss is trying to shift your priorities away from the other sites." He said he hadn't known about the other sites, if that was the case than there were other traffickers he found one of them, and he would have a better lead as to who was calling the shots."Did any of the other operations land an arrest? and do you know where the other operations were?" She was right that the two of them didn't have a way to keep in contact he looked around for a moment.He found a candle and picked it up, moving it to the window that faced the street. "You find something, you wanna talk light up that candle at night, and I'll find you."It was just the way frank worked, he didn't like people having the ability to contact him easily. But he could set up a way to monitor her home and a window with relative ease. He looked around out at her neighborhood, she wasn't too far out in the burbs. With his car he could make a trip to her with good timing maybe an hour or two. Suki Kimura ... So he's a vet also, huh? Not too amazing. In fact, a good chunk of the NYPD were also veterans, including her partner and boss. Whereas she'd served in Iraq, however, they had more diversity and experience than herself. Granted, that was to be expected theywereboth older, also, by at least ten plus years."It's our curse as veterans, unfortunately," she mused softly to herself, flashing a small smile to Frank. Suki may not know Frank perfectly, but from what she had heard and now acquired from learning, it was easy to make a few likely accurate assumptions. He'd probably suffered a major loss. It was already pretty much etched in his face, truthfully. And in all honesty? Suki had endured that same experience also.It just ... wasn't with a family member or intimate lover.It had been a military partner, sister in arms, and friend. Therefore, it had been easier to get over the loss. War was war. Death came and hovered over every soldier, on both sides. It was just a risk that was inevitable, whether one wished for it or not." ... Yeah .... " she agreed in a rather disheartened voice. "It's ... odd. Holland's never made an out of place decision like this ever before. Nor is it like him. He's usually got really good judgement, but ... "Suki's head slowly shook."It makes absolutely no sense. Even less so with me and my partner talking to him earlier and admitting last night wasn't my bad."It was less about her being on the docks, per se, and more so the approach that was taken. But at this rate, giving those details out were rather redundant. Everyone from the opposing force was now dead and no longer a worry. At least, no in the 'reappearing' sense. Other ways, perhaps but none that would make Suki further elaborate on her words."I do know for certain other teams got arrests, yes. Which though?"Her smirk returned yet again."Not yet,butI do have an excuse to be able to ask for those and simultaneously get what you want. If I'm supposed to be looking for you, asking if they had any problems wouldn't be an unfair question, I don't think."Of course, the answer was obvious. And if there were any troubles at all, it wouldn't be because of Frank, but something else."So umm ... "Suki's head tilted, an eyebrow slightly raising as she watched Frank grab one of the nearby candles and nodded."Certainly an interesting way to contact you, but ... sure. Kinda smart, actually. Candles can't really be bugged like phones or anything so .... fair enough. I'll trust you'll be able to see from .... wherever you are. So ... before you go, I realize I haven't exactly introduced myself. Suki Kimura. Feel free to use one or the other. Most in the NYPD just use my surname, but a few do use my first. I'm not overly picky on what people use. Um ... "Suki briefly followed his gaze outside before glancing up at Frank again."Do you need a ride back to your place? Or .... you gonna walk? Get a taxi, bus, something else?"If he was about ready to leave soon, so be it. But she'd at least ensure he could return well instead of make an incorrect assumption which could lead to unfortunate circumstances.Shame, too. All things considered, this was actually a pleasant talk ... Odd, too. Suki had been fine being alone for most of her life. But suddenly ... she was kinda wishing Frank didn't have to go. Then again, it was for the best. She was already breaking a lot of rules just by having this chit chat. If it got discovered?No. Thatreallywouldn't be good for either herself or Frank. Frank Castle Something didn't smell right in the NYPD. Frank couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew that there had been some sort of mistake going into the docks. When she confirmed that other areas had their own arrests and their own operations he wondered just how large a bust this had been. What were all those women even being used for? And why was it that only the docks had gone south. He was suddenly aware just how lucky Suki was that he had been following the perp he was and not somewhere else on a different site following another bust. If that had been the case than Suki would have likely never been seen again either sold into slavery like the other girls, or killed off when she refused to comply.Considering the woman had dog tags, and spoke like a professional could meet his gaze and was made of more stern material than most he would assume that it would have been the latter of the two options.the other odd realization was that Frank didn't actually want to leave, and he could see that Suki felt at least partly the same everything in her demeanor told him that she didn't actually want him to go. It was kind of comforting, she was offering him a lift because he had to assume that she for some reason or another wanted to spend a bit more time with him. "I actually left my van in my apartment building." He admitted. "I used the subway so I will be fine."New York train systems were often the best way to move about the city. It avoided the often grid like traffic of Manhattan, and connected all five of the districts. He could read the subtext though, and as much as he wanted to stay he knew he had work he needed to do as well."I will be in touch." Frank said going back to the kitchen so he could retrieve his shoes keeping them in hand as he walked towards her front door. "I will keep in touch. If I need to find you I know where you live now."For now, it was best that he go, and not let anything destract him from getting his job done, she had given him plenty of information when it came to whom he was fighting, the Italian mafia was a larger organization but at least it was a start he could approach it much the same way as he had with the irish, and the bikers."But Suki... Keep an eye out, you'll be a target now so I will be keeping a watch on you." He said before walking out the door, and into the late evening. He had taken his water bottle with him. Suki Kimura The exact same thoughts had gone through Suki's mind. Suffice to say, she was incredibly grateful, as well as fortunate. It would have been easy for Frank to turn a blind eye to her misfortune. His focus was on wrong doers, after all. But ... for whatever reason, he not only killed the guilty parties, but helped her in the process. Protocol insisted that had been the wrong thing to do.But .... was it really?Suddenly, she didn't know. She'd need to find and read up on Frank. Luckily, that was one of the many perks about being a cop. Sukidefinitelyhad access to those files. Add in her minor in Psychology and she felt confident a bit of reading would at least get rid ofsomeof the confusion currently swimming through her head.Until then? Well, she just had to keep dealing with it."Alright. I'll ... I'll be in touch also."Her smile widened slightly as she watched Frank stand and take his water. Suki would quickly nod her head as he gave his last warning. "Oh, no worries. I always consider myself as someone who's constantly targeted. Comes with the job ... ""Another curse in my life. Lucky me, eh?" "But the reminder's definitely appreciated. Talk to you later."As the door closed, Suki pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and glanced down at it. And ... she rose an eyebrow. There was no way that could be right ... was it? A quick walk around and examining other sources that had the time microwave, other clocks, and more said otherwise. Regardless, it hadnotfelt like she just spent three hours speaking with Frank Castle.15:18 PM, to be exact."Tempus fugit, indeed," she muttered, chuckling softly. Suki ran her hand through her hair and contemplated. Briefly .... but long enough to adjust. Her typical schedule got a bit compromised, though certainly not in the worst of ways. After deciding she didn't want to get back in her car, she made up for that verdict by getting changed into workout clothes and going to her at home gym.Fortunately, she'd created that exact room for days like today the ones where she didn't want to drive or use her car, regardless of why. It always helped her out ... especially when winter rolled around. 4th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: NYPD Parking Garage 18:57 PM EST Suki had known and realized this new partnership between herself and The Punisher would be difficult. It just hadn't dawned on her howtrulychallenging it would be until she tried to heed her own promise in asking for all of the teams that were sent out a few days ago, and whether any of them had any issues of their own.Naturally, Holland refused at first.But when Suki added in she was checking to help see about getting a lead regarding the 'mysterious sniper', he agreed. Not overly reluctantly, but enough that he stopped questioning why she wanted to know. It made sense to him, especially after she posed the question of if no one else had any unwanted visitors, then why was it only her and Jonathan who'd had to deal with a stranger intervening. The thought hadn't originally crossed his mind, apparently.As Suki entered her own small office and found all of the requested information, an exhausted smile crossed her face.Good. Finally, she could light that candle.... Hopefully he hadn't thought she was trying to break her part of the deal. Granted, two days wasn't very long compared to two weeks or even months. But for some, it could be deemed a long period of time.Her head lowered as Suki glanced down at herself."Hmm ... later .... " she muttered, opting to get changed when she returned home. Having been at headquarters since six in the morning, it was an understatement to say Suki was tired. No, she wasexhausted. She wanted little more than to change out of her uniform and order some dinner. Pizza? Maybe. She'd think on it in the car.It wasn't like she wouldn't work out to help make up for taking a cheat day. And hell, she was overdue for indulging in a cheat day.The thoughts made her smile and helped her weary feet move slowly out of the headquarters and enter the parking garage. While using her right arm to keep the papers tucked firmly in place, Suki's left dove down and began reaching for her car keys. Frank Castle 3rd of September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Manhattan lower est end. 22:32 PM EST The Italian Mafia was a lot harder to track down the Irish had been. He wasn't sure why but every tactic he had used back then wasn't working here. It wasn't like he had a lot of leads. Back then he had known faces and names of people who had been tied to the mobs, the biker gang had been easy cause of those fucking jackets that they all wore like a badge of honor. The Italians? Well what was he supposed to do go to every single joe's pizzaria in new york and shoot up the place? There were like 30 and he liked authentic Joes, god damn he hoped that place wasn't a cover for anything cause that would honestly be a crime to destroy.He had tried criminals, but finding people willing to talk about organized crime was hard. Most of them were gang banger's and while they provided good targets, he wasn't exactly making any headway when it came to the bigger enemy. He had no idea where he was supposed to begin when it came to the big men of crime.Some part of Frank actually wondered if he could speak with fisk, the man who had gotten him out of jail earlier on. Fisk was a rotten to the core horrible criminal to be sure, but he was also a power player. One who had kept the balance of power strictly in his favor. The only problem was that Frank didn't negotiate with criminals. Didn't work with them, and if he was desperate enough to talk with Fisk than he knew Fisk would have him do something for him.Which wasn't an option not till he became truly desperate.So until he crossed that line he had to find a criminal that would talk, and so he had spent most of the time since he had left Suki's appartment digging for as much information as he could get on the people he needed to find, beating down a lot of the little guys whom Frank knew wouldn't run around talking about him. The best thing Frank had going for him was that whom ever he was tracking didn't know yet that he was coming for them.Slowly and steadily, he would get there. 4th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: NYPD Parking Garage 18:57 PM EST The parkade was always a little on the dark side. The lights and cameras down there rarely worked. But it didn't matter cause it was the NYPD garage. It was directly under the main branch building of the NYPD, so obviously nothing bad could happen here. Cops left here all the time due to the shift work, but as the headquarters usually had a skeleton crew to run things in the building at night it did get a little creepy here and there.As Suki walked to her car and got out her keys she would hear the heavy foot falls of boots as someone quickly approached her from behind, until she would feel the hard smack of something wood connecting with her back the force knocking her into her own car over the hood.Her assaliant was wearing a ski mask, the kind that amature robbers used at a bank heist. He was holding a heavy wooden bat, which had just struck Suki across the lower back, and he went to grab her by the hair and lift her up. He was also in officer blue, making a statement that no Suki was not safe at work. The man's badge though was no where to be seen.The man reached out and grabbed Suki's hair, lifting her while she was still in shock and throwing her face as hard against the hood of her car as he could. Suki Kimura The glass for the windows of any police vehicles tended to be tinted. Suki's, however, were not. She didn't need them to be. Bulletproof, at most. And it was an idea that shehadmeant to get working on sooner as opposed to later. Alas, the glass was just normal, not modified in any way. So, she was able toseethe ski mask, and thus, her attacker.She just didn't want to believe what her eyes were showing her.But ... I've been ... it's not like I've told anyone any fucking thing I'm doing! Her mouth opened, trying to conjure some sort of a quip or warning. What finally ended up being heard was a pained cry as the bat slammed against the small of her back. The force behind the hit caused her legs to buckle before Suki finally sank to her knees.Being physically prepared was one side of the coin for a cop to look at. Being mentally prepared, however, was another side and, more importantly, the one Suki hadn't properly gotten into the right mindset of. So even though she knew and saw the attack coming, being ready for the pain? Ehh ... not as much as she usually was ready."Son of a .... agh!"Instincts, adrenaline, and her stubborn nature had helped her keep the files clutched in her arms. The reality of her situation sky rocketed as her skull slammed onto the hood. Her head lifted slowly, a low groan passing her lips. Any shock that had initially entered her was gone. Now, she was simply choosing her movements carefully.And .... even though she didn't want to .... she let go of the manila folder. A ghost of a smirk appeared as it landed right where she aimed for beside the upper left tire. Thankfully, the drop wasn't too high to make them scatter completely out, though a few bits and pieces of parchment were threatening to fly out.That was fine. It just meant Suki needed to hurry up with this fight, something she'd fully intended on doing from the get go.With her having all but forced the man she was assuming this was one until proven otherwise to try to get the paperwork by letting her go, she took advantage of her own actions. Suki rose her right foot and slammed down hard on her attacker's nearest foot. Her right hand, meanwhile, rose and went to intertwine with the dirty cop's hand holding her hair. She pinched downhardbetween his thumb and forefinger a common pressure point in the human body."Let go or I'm going to have to hurt you worse than I already am. I'm sure you know this can only go from bad to worse for you, yeah? So stop while you're ahead."Deep in her mind, she knew this was one of those scenarios where negotiation shouldn't be put at the top of her to do list. But hey, maybe this was a rookie. A complete newcomer into the NYPD. On the off chance it was, it'd be simpler to get this to end, let alone before too much unnecessary violence occurred. If not?Well .. that was why Suki was making proper preparations to rough this guy up more so. She wouldn't like it, no. But assuming this was part of the warning Frank had given her? It was a necessary evil. And she wasnotgoing to just allow anyone to do whatever they wished with her. Hell and no. As she forced the man to let go of her head, he took a step back to gain some distance between the two of them as he still had the bat. Holding it back up he brought the bat down on Suki's side this time though he pushed her away from her car cutting her off from her chance to escape. The man didn't even seem to turn towards the papers she had tossed to the ground the man was unfortunately or fortunately depending on how she viewed the situation entirely focused on Suki.He seemed to chuckle at the idea that she would hurt him. He moved in to grab her, this time pulling her by the shirt, the important thing was that he did not want to give her the chance to draw her gun, so he very quickly grabbed her ripping her uniform in the process buttons ripping off her shirt as he pulled from two sides, his fingers sinking through the cloth to more expose her bra. Even so the assault was not sexual in nature, he just lifted her up.He picked her up with an ease that showcased just how strong he was, though to do so he had to let go of the bat. Before throwing her down to the ground as hard as he could. Her head landing just in front of the front wheel of her own car. "You don't get it."The voice that spoke was familiar definitely a co worker she had spoken with before, but then cops all worked together, and it was a generic voice. With the gloves and the mask the most she would be able to tell was that he was white under his uniform, and taller than her. It hit home just how much larger he was than her. But aside from that he could have been half the cops on the force with his brown eyes. The only thing remarkable was the fact that he was most certainly a cop."A word from the boss, they don't want you touching this case anymore. You have one chance, get the fuck out of our city." Suki Kimura It was certainly both for Suki. Fortunate he seemed to only be concentrating her and, on the other hand, not so lucky. But it was a blessing, even if a slightly warped one. Considering sheneededto get away with these in tact, it was at least good to know everything she'd promised to give Frank wouldn't be targeted. So now ... she had to getherselfout of this mess.Come on, think, think ..... "H Hey! Leave those alone!"Suki shot a furious glare, trying to shove her opponent away. Maybe even into one of the other cars still parked in the lot. Instead, she got hoisted up. Another good thing seemed to come from this gesture, and that was a closer look. Even with the limited clues, brown eyes and seeing it was a Caucasian actuallydidhelp ... as did hearing him finally speak. She'd definitely be able to identify him and at least work on narrowing down who the fuck this was.Worry about identity later! Save yourself first! Unfortunately, some part of her seemed to be flustered enough that it was easy to see Suki wasnotat her best. The twelve hour long shift wasn't doing anything to help.As if you didn't have enough frustrating shit to deal with ... Another whimper left as she was hurled down. Her arms shakily moved, managing to keep her head mostly safe. But ... it'd cost her. Nothing major. She could feel that much. But her left wrist was definitely sprained, at the absolute worst, from being thrown at such a height and with the amount of force used against her. Her head weakly turned as she watched her keys slip out of her fingers.... There was an idea her brain wastryingto conjure. A reason she was staring at them. Suki just couldn't immediately pinpoint it."Yourcity?" Suki repeated, turning to stare up at her assailant, chuckling softly. "Cities don't work the same way assigned seats do. And even if they did? I sure as hell don't see your name on any part of New York."Her head shook from side to side."With the way you are now, I definitely don't answer to corrupt bastards like you."NowSuki would try to do exactly what the man had been worried about. Her right hand dove down and started going for her gun. Her right leg, meanwhile, rose and tried to place a kick against the masked assaulter's kneecap. Even if it didn't hurt for long, it was meant to give her enough time to finish doing what she wanted and, at this rate neededto go through with. Getting her weapon drawn out. Her kick landed, against the man's shin, and he grunted, but he didn't take much more damage than that, he was already aware of her arm going for her gun, and he had brought up his leg to stomp on her out reaching hand which is why her kick had been deflected. Heavy boots grinded against Suki's arm, crushing her fingers, but doing no more than stepping on her. stopping her from grabbing her weapon. The other cop just chuckled, he had brought his, and could easily draw it, but he had been told only to send a message.He leaned down his weight still on her hand preventing her from getting her fire arm, as his body loomed over her. He sat on her now exposed chest thanks to her shirt having been ripped open. The Man's gloved hand stroked Suki's face in a calm, almost affectionate kind of way showcasing just how dangerious this situation was for her. Brushing down her cheek till suddenly the man was grabbing her neck.He held her neck tightly as he sat on her chest, holding her and squeezing down on her. The foot came off her hand leaving her free to panic and squirm as he started to choke her violently with two very strong hands. Hearing her gasp for air, he smiled. "You know it's actually very difficult to kill someone with choking?""Don't worry, once you pass out, I'll just have my way with you, and then toss your ass in the back seat of your car." He threatened still holding her tightly. Her hands were free to struggle against him, her car key's in reach. Suki Kimura "AHHHHHHHHHHH!"Her arm trembled under the pressure, shuddering violently as the boot kept her from getting her gun. Suki tried moving her left hand. But between feeling new surges of pain from the sprain and simply failing to reach her gun, she knew the man had her beat. By now, the Asian cop was barely avoiding hyperventilating. If she hadn't been scared enough, all of her fears and pulse only got stronger as a gloved hand landed on her face.Suki whimpered, flinching at the touch as she looked away."I said no! I don't want this!" Goddamnit, not now! Flashbacks she'd felt confident were locked away forever reemerged, taunting Suki. PTSD and even more adrenaline started kicking in the smaller cop squirmed and struggled under her assailant's weight."Get off of me!"The same words she'd uttered years ago were spoken again, out loud. Not caring if he'd ignore the words. She wouldn't accept this. Not again ... definitely not again. In truth, it had been another reason she hadn't been in a relationship for a while now. It just ... wasn't something she could immediately confess to Frank.And as her mind went back to him ... regrets quickly filled Suki.Even if it would have been rash, maybe sheshouldhave acted on whatever feelings had been going through her a few days ago. Maybe? It hadn't seemed like she was the only one looking hesitate to leave. Or ... was she just imagining things? She didn't think so Suki was typically good at reading people. She was rather positive Frank had looked hesitant to leave her place.But, admittedly, she knew that also could just have been wishful thinking on her behalf. Either way, it was enough for her to lament not speaking or doing anything a few nights ago.Don't be fucking stupid, that's Before the thoughts could finish, however, her eyes widened as oxygen was abruptly cut off. Suki's eyes widened as she stared down, finding the figure's hand wrapped firmly around her throat.NOOOOOOOO! SHIT, FUCK! NOW WHAT?! Frantic coughs and gasps were all her attacker would hear, though they did seem to occasionally mingle in with frustrated growls and fearful whimpers.SUKI, COME THE FUCK ON! FOCUS! Slipping her fingers in between the man's hand worked ... at least to an extent. It definitely ensuredsomeoxygen kept going, but it didn't do anything when it came to getting him off of her body.I CAN'T, I CAN'T .... SHIT! WORST! FUCKING! TIME! FOR A PANIC ATTACK! Another angered if not slightly weakened "URGH!" would be heard before her head turned away. What started as a look of defeat rapidly turned to a hopeful expression. It was stupid ... maybe even a bit of an amateur idea.But it was the only plan coming to her mind that made any sense at all.Forcing her left hand to move once again, she wrapped her slim fingers around the keychain. And then .... the car began to wail as she pressed down, activating the alarm herself.Her ears ... holy fuck they were ringing and hurting, as well as her head and arms.But to make up for the shitty cameras down here, this wouldhaveto be the next best thing. That was all Suki could hope for that he would finally take his own turn to panic and run. Preferably without still holding onto her, too. "Fuck!" The man recoiled as the car alarm started to go off, his ears ringing from how close the two of them were to the car. He stumbled back off of Suki letting her breath, getting to his feet as he forgot his baseball bat clearly in a panic cause any second now someone else was going to show up to figure out what the hell the racket was about. When it was just him and her down here that was one thing, but he couldn't risk another good cop showing up and so any previous threat against her seemed null and void.Still before she got up he gave her one last sharp kick to the side, before he ran off. His heavy boot impacting against her abdominal area as he knocked her around. He then ran off away from the car park and left her there bleeding and battered as she was. His point had been made, but this time she had been cleaver enough to avoid any further damage. In his haste he left the baseball bat and the file on the ground near her body. Suki Kimura Suki smirked, feelingverysatisfied with herself. Relief swept through her as she succeeded in exactly what she'd hoped for coercing her assailant to let go, giving herself the ability to freely breathe back in the process. Also, while Suki wasn't a sadist, the guy's reaction was absolutelypriceless. Certainly worth getting the extra kick in her midsection ... if that had been why he bothered with it.Either way, Suki would stay on the concrete for a few minutes, very, very slowly moving when she was finally ready to try moving. Her limbs were shaking, particularly her arms, as she forced herself to stand up. The alarm would first be deactivated, followed by the driver's side door being pulled open. She'd barely finish putting the files inside before a hand fell upon her shoulder."DON'T TOUCH ME!""Whoa, whoa, Kimura .... it's just me."A quick whip of her head would reveal Jonathan behind her, whose mouth was now agape as he saw his partner bleeding and battered."Fuck .... you .... want me to call an ambulance? Who did this?"Suki quickly shook her head no."N no ... no ambulance. I dunno. I ... I'm gonna go home.""Home?! Are you insane?!""Not really. Maybe a bit desperate, but .... "Looking from side to side hastily, she then stared back into Jonathan's eyes. "I'll fill you in with the whole story later, okay? Right now, I need to leave. If anything, maybe they'll assume I went to the ER. By the time they realize I'm not there .... "Her head kept moving from side to side."They won't be able to do anything, least of all not without drawing unwanted attention to themselves. But ... hey. You wanna help? Get that bat to forensics ASAP. They had gloves on, but maybe there was a time they touched it with bare hands?" As Jonathan looked ready to point out the slight contradiction in her own explanation, her voice became more impatient. "It's worth fucking checking, okay?! Please ... just .... "'You're right, I'm sorry. Okay. You sure you don't want anymore help?""I'm sure. It's ... really not as bad as it looks.""Definitely not physically, anyway ..."The moment Jonathan got out of the way, Suki pulled out from her spot and drove home. Actuallyspeeding, for once something she usually was able to avoid while driving in her own vehicle and not a cop one. 4th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Suki's House 19:39 PM EST By the time Suki arrived home, she wasstillexhausted. Her movements were incredibly forced, and it showed. After shutting and locking the garage as well as the kitchen leading to it, she hurried to the same candle. Thankfully, despite being desperate to get out of the parking lot, she hadn't been stupid enough to forget the files.Those had been set down on the dining room table.With her symbol lit, she ran off. Even if Frank took his own car over, it'd still take time. And that was fine. She needed some ... enough to look much more ... presentable. And also get some of her nerves back. The latter would likely be much easier said than done though. Suki wasveryshaken up by what almost just happened.Why?! How?! Did I do something that blatantly obvious?! Not likely ... hopefully. It probably was just the unfortunate fact that she was working against a goddamn mafia. And there was a high chance they were professionals who knew exactly what they were doing.But then .... why had one of her own teammates gone against her? Were there other dirty cops in the NYPD?The thought made her shake as she stripped and began trying to change into some civilian clothes. It was a bit of a chore with one wrist in a relatively bad condition and the other hand sore in its own rights. But she was trying to make her body cooperate. She didn't want Frank seeing her in an outfit which all but implied she barely escaped being raped. It had been embarrassing enough he'd watched her almost get sold to who knew where. If he saw hints that she not only failed to fight one of her own comrades off, but nearly got raped in the process?... Her pride couldn't handle that.She really wasn't physically weak nor an incompetent fighter. The past few days just had not gone her way. And from the feeling she was noting in her pained gut? It wouldn't go her way anytime soon. Frank Castle 4th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Suki's House 23:09 PM EST Since his introduction to Suki and telling her to light the candle on her window Frank had made her house a part of his nightly drive through the city. He hit up a number of places that had known connections to the Irish, scanning for trouble and tracking various routes. He found these drives to be a relaxing way to pass the night, he didn't always see anything, but it was a good way to get a map of the city out from his head and explore the road. Whatever the traffickers had done they had clearly done well to clear out their tracks. He sighed as he leaned back in his van.When he turned his head towards Suki's window though he saw the faint glow of a candle, and sighed. His partner had found something, which was good because he had been getting driven up the wall with his lack of any solid findings on the street. He had a few names, but nothing concrete. He casually circled around the block, driving his van a few blocks past her home, so that he could get out and walk back. If anyone was monitoring her home he didn't want to give away the make and model of what he was driving.Frank was wearing a joggers outfit. Shorts, and a hoodie, and he made sure to make it look like he was just a jogger walking through the residential neighborhood. Acting like he belonged here. When he got to Suki's place he quickly knocked on the door three times, and stepped back so that she could get a clear view of who it was through the peep hole of the door.When Suki opened the door he looked her over seeing the bruising and the head wound she had sustained. He took one look at her, and nodded. "I have a first aid kit in my van." He said softly before leaving and retrieving the box coming back a few minutes later with the box. Once he took off his shoes and walked inside he let her guide her to wherever she was comfortable and opened up the first aid kit.Frank's first aid kit was used to patch himself up mostly, it had just about everything for any situation, soeing needles for stitching, and a lighter for cleansing the needle before use. He had bandages ice packs, one of which he immediately passed to Suki for the bruising along her throat where she had been strangled. "What happened?" He asked as he started too look her over, and treat all of the injuries she had. Suki Kimura 5th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Suki's House 12:01 AM EST Even though anyone could have argued the true purpose of hercivilian outfit, it really was best. The lack of sleeves ensured she wouldn't move her wrist against the fabric and further irritate her sprain. The midriff would help explain what had happened. Normally, Suki could come up with the right words to use. But tonight?She had no idea if that would be doable.At the end of the night, she was calling Frank over because ... well .... they had agreed on this arrangement. It would do her no good to start going back on her word.After walking out, she stayed beside the candle .... and finally blew the damn thing out after two hours had passed. From what she could tell, he either hadn't seen it, he was in his own crazy mess, or something else arose.A frustrated groan would pass her lips as she fell asleep a bit after the 21:00 hour rolled around..... And very quickly sat up as the three knocks caught her ears. Even though the sounds had been softer than usual, poor Suki was so on edge, it was easy to think she may be full fledged paranoid. Not completely ... not yet. But she was definitely much more alert than any person should be. Particularly at such an ungodly hour, barely after midnight according to the clock she snuck a peek at while moving to the front door.A sigh of relief passed as she found Frank outside and unlocked the door.If the bruises didn't scream that something wrong had happened, her left arm looking rather limp beside her would probably be another giveaway. Bruises had formed all over her upper body. Naturally, it was worse on her left wrist, but even her right hand had taken a beating. Though she'd kept her forehead from being busted open, it had its own out of place bruise, as did her abdomen."You umm ... you haven't been waiting long, have you?"Suki weakly nodded her head, glad to hear he had his own kit."Thanks. That um ... that's appreciated."She stayed near the front door, locking it after Castle walked inside and guided him back to the living room. Along the way, she grabbed the file, setting it down atop the table in front of the couch."All of the teams as well as who got arrested and even the women who got saved are in there."And then .... the inevitable question in the form of what happened to Suki arrived. Her head bowed as she weakly chuckled."I'd love to say this has just been a shitty week, but .... " Her head shook. "It's worse than that."Suki's body visibly tensed as Frank reached out to touch her. She even held her right index finger up ... lowering it only when she felt fine for him to proceed and help her out."Well ... I guess this would be the 'sending a message' phase of the Italians plan. Which ... wouldn't have been half as painful. Except ... "It was here that her voice betrayed her emotions and began to quake."I don't know whom yet, but someone from the force gave me the warning. So ... "Her eyes closed as Suki forced her right hand to keep the ice pack held firmly but carefully against her throat."I guess ... even work isn't safe anymore. But I can't just .... fuck. Quitting would give them exactly what they wanted. Yet, with this new knowledge ... is there even a point to telling Holland or anyone?"Tears stung her eyes not falling, but definitely forming."I don't know," Suki weakly answered. "Even in fucking Iraq, I never felt this terrified. Right now? I'm legitimately scared. Only one other person knows my partner. But I insisted I just needed to get away and would fill them in later on what all happened. I don't know about doing that though. I feel so lost." Frank Castle The big thing that frank had to work on fixing was her wrist creating a splint and wrapping it so that Suki's sprain didn't end up getting worse over time. He worked with her though understanding that a victim needed to set their own pace at least when the injuries were non life threatening. He listened to her, and could tell that she was deeply shaken by what had happened to her, and when she told him that she had been attacked by another officer he sighed. Of course the mafia would have boys in blue working for them.He groaned for a moment frustrated he hadn't seen that coming. First it was the CIA now even the cops were crooked. What the fuck was it about people in power that immediately made them want to abuse it."Do you have any holliday time saved up?" Frank said, knowing that taking a break and calling it in over the phone would be easier than going in the next day for her.The thing that burned him was that she was supposed to have the safer job of the two of them and this had happened to her at her own job. If that wasn't safe they could at least assume that the mafia now knew who Suki was. Once her hand was set and she was icing the other wounds frank leaned back in his seat. Thinking things over for a long moment."Lets go, pack up what you need to survive, and I'll take you back to my place. They know where you are living, and staying here is just going to make you feel unsafe. No one knows who I am in all of this, so they have no reason to look into me or who I am." He looked around. "We will leave the lights on, make it look like someone is still living here. I can come by tomorrow set up a camera to see if anyone breaks in here."He could also rig her house to explode, but she had said that she had wanted to own this place in a few years, and so that may have been over kill."I'm sorry." he looked at Suki, genuinly sorry that this had happened to her. "I thought that you would be less of a target that they would have seen it as you doing your job. But something about this isn't right.""We will work together to figure that out." Suki Kimura Suki quickly nodded when Frank asked his first inquiry."A shit ton of it. That's the easy part. It's .... do I go to a hotel come morning? I ... didn't really have a back up plan. Stupid, I know. Probably should have come up with one sooner.""But really, who expects something like this to actually happen to them?"Hell, what were the odds? Not quite one in a million, but rare for sure. This literally could have been anyone else in her shoes. Yet, somehow, it had been specifically Suki that got targeted for this crap. And not just tonight, but the mishap at the docks.It made her right hand turn into a fist, clenching tightly onto the ice pack, anger mingling in with the already lingering shame Suki had been feeling."W Wait, what?!"The offer definitely helped snap Suki out of her 'woe is me' mindset as she stared in disbelief. "I I mean .... I'm grateful for that. Really, I am. But .... the second I start going back .... what happens if they see me leave your place? Then youwillget more involved, and .... "Suki took her turn to elicit a frustrated, defeated sigh as her back fell against the couch. She stared up at the ceiling ... and lowered her chin so it held the ice pack in her stead. With her right hand free, she clasped onto her dog tags, keeping them held tightly whilst simultaneously inhaling and exhaling to calm herself. Odd that symbols such as dog tags items obtained from war aided in calming her the best. But it was why they were one of the few things Suki consistently wore every day."I guess you're right," Suki gently replied, "Your place probably is the best. I .... thank you."Light blue eyes slowly came back into view as she looked back over to Frank."I really wasn't trying to sound ungrateful. I just ... feel like I should be able to deal with this crap. I somehow got into it. I should be able to get outta it, but .... tonight's proven even if I can, that isn't really gonna happen for a long while."As Suki stood up, her back popped a few times, making her wince. " ... There's probably a few bruises there, huh? Fucker used a bat. I ... shouldn't be too long."The only reason it even took a bit over ten thirteen to be exact was because Suki packed a few weeks' worth of clothing. He hadn't specified how long this new living arrangement would be, so she decided it'd be better to assume the right answer would be more than a week. The only other things in her dufflebag were her cell phone, car keys, and certain feminine items. Everything else shampoo and conditioner she could likely borrow at Frank's place."You mind getting the files? I'm trying to keep some pressure off my left side."Once Frank was ready and had his own things namely the kit Suki would walk outside with him. Only after they both exited via the front door would Suki re lock it once again.Just like she wouldn't allow anyone to easily get to her car and steal it, the same applied to anyone breaking in her place.Suki would wait for the headlights to flash and beeps to resound from the van, signaling it was unlocked. When the tell tale cues arrived, Suki would put her bag in the back, then proceed to get in the passenger's seat. While buckling herself in, she stared out the window ... gazing at her house. What she'd wanted to be that, anyway.In the span of two four, technically days, so much had changed. It honestly was a bit heart breaking shehadto feel like she was doing something as cowardly as hiding.But with how things were going?Suki had no other choice none that appealed to her, anyway. Frank Castle "Everyone needs help." Frank said nodding, it wasn't about her not being able to deal with the crap hand they had been dealt, it was that the people they were up against were stronger than either one of them combined. He never had a partner before not for his whole Punisher thing, he only had one bullet proof vest but he had enough guns for two people. Would she even want to go down that road? It was a rather dark one, and not one he recommended to anyone. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself.Frank put the files in the glove compartment of his solid black van. The back of which had the seats taken out of it. Allowing for more space. There was a metal grid with a gate separating the driving area from the back of the van with enough room for their stuff, the back of the van though was mostly empty, carpeted, with an area to keep someone locked up hand cuffed to rails that had been installed on the side. There were some stains on the carpet of the van, dark brown stains.If she hadn't known what frank did, she could have assumed that this was some sort of torture mobile, because she knew what frank did she would know this was some sort of torture mobile.Driving along the roads he was more than fine taking Suki back to his place. "I can help you, I was special forces, when your wrist heals, I could help teach you a few things." Frank offered.Driving into the parking lot of his apartment building. He got out of the van and helped Suki down from her seat. His building was a pretty shitty place all things considered. He wondered for a moment if he should have gotten them both a motel, as he was welcoming her into a ramshackle home, one bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom. The lighting all worked, but it was small cramped, and the building probably had a bug problem. Not the camera kind, no there were actual bugs."Sorry Maybe I should have gotten us both a hotel." He said locking the door behind them as they entered, he had two different chains on his door, the apartment was cramped, but livable. "You want a drink?"He supposed that could have sounded like he was offering alcohol but as he opened his fridge he pulled out a jug of apple juice. "I have some cold pizza here if you want it." He looked around. "I don't normally have guests, so for tonight you can take the bed, and I will sleep on the sofa." Suki Kimura There were definitely a few moments where Suki quickly had second thoughts. The mere appearance of the van could have easily made anyone cop or not fear the interior of Frank's van would be the last thing they may ever see. And ... the concerns were very much valid. The main thing keeping her from freaking out were the past face to face talks they'd had. If he really wanted his actions to match the implications this vehicle had?Well ... he'd passed up alotof chances.And if Suki was being completely honest with herself?It wasn't a fluke. He hadn't acted violently against her because she was more with him than against him. She didn't fit under the types of people he typically killed."That ... would be appreciated."Though her eyes remained locked onto her house until it disappeared from view, a small smile could be seen even as Frank began to drive away.That too,she reassured herself, nodding slowly to help keep herself calm. And it was true. If he wanted to kill her, one of theverylast things he'd do is offer to help her out."You know? I would have thought remaining in the Army would have been more challenging. Especially on the mind, if not that plus one's body. But now ... with all that just happened? It almost feels like the opposite is starting to seem like the truth. Loyalty .... "Her head slowly shook."It's ... one of those things that just should be a given, particularly in the certain places. One's the military, one's law enforcement. Yet, I've gotten a hint that I may not be able to trust all my co workers. And that's .... "Suki paused briefly, trying to find a good way to finish the sentence. But when she failed to find a more civil reply, she just used the brutally sincere option instead."Just fucked up. To a degree I can't explain, comprehend, and barely believe."Even more so when, before tonight, Suki had never had issues following all of the rules and protocol. But now? Did they even mean anything anymore? For the first time in her life let alone hercareer she had no idea. For the rest of the drive, Suki tried to figure out the answer to her own rhetorical musing. Unfortunately, it was an easier said than done task. There was a good chance she wouldn't be able to conjure a definite answer for a week, or really close to it."Thanks," she muttered, accepting Frank's hand as the van came to a halt and she slid out after unbuckling herself. Just like before, she'd grab her dufflebag and walk inside.... At first, she understood what Frank had meant about questioning if this had been a good idea or not. But then ... a different quip came to her head, one that caused her to shake her head whilst wearing a smirk."Nah. You made the right move. You clearly need a woman's touch with this place. Not as badly as other guys I've seen, mind you, but enough. Either way, since I'm probably gonna be stuck doing really mundane tasks, may as well make the best of my vacation."There was no logical way Holland could refuse. Not when she called and filled him in on the details, anyway. And if he tried to? Well .. that would confirm at least one thing her assailant from the parking garage wasn't the only dirty cop. Mind you, even now, she was already assuming that. But right at that moment, there was at least a chance Suki could be proven wrong.Certain actions and responses would help prove her fear was indeed correct."And it seems fair enough. If I'm gonna stay here, I may as well help out somehow."Allowing the bag to slide off her shoulder and be placed near the front door, Suki followed Frank into the kitchen. "Pizza's great. I can warm it up real fast." Her right hand quickly wove dismissively through the air. "I'm not overly used to guests myself. A drink would be great. If that bastard hadn't killed me, the shift would have. Twelve hours, ugh."Even though she definitely didn't expect to see apple juice of all things, Suki didn't react negatively. If anything, she had to stifle a giggle."Sorry, sorry. It's by no means the worst thing I've seen. But it's ... an interesting choice to say the least. Given your history and personality, I wouldn't have thought you to enjoy juice at all. I'm famished and not really picky. Definitely not when I haven't had anything to eat in hours." Frank Castle Frank grabbed some cups, and started to to turn on the oven so that he could reheat the food they would be eating. Pouring the apple juice he saw Suki chuckle. "Sorry I haven't had any alcohol in a long time. I found pretty early on during my one man war, that things like alcohol and pain killers dull the senses they let you make mistakes." He looked at the mug now full of cold juice passing it to Suki. "Plus this stuff is generally cheaper."He didn't want to say that it reminded him of a time when he was a simple family man. It messed with his perception of himself, as he did miss his old family, but he also didn't keep many traces of them from the old home. Only real thing he had left was a single picture of the three of them, one he kept on his person at all times."Military life was easy for me. I never had a problem with pulling the trigger but coming back all I wanted was a boring life. I wanted a desk job somewhere I could spend my time with... My family." He shook his head. "Instead I ended up bringing the war home with me." He shook his head.Looking back on the various soldiers who had betrayed him over time. "It never feels good when an ally stabs you in the back, and that's why I tend to be selective of the people I work with. It's why I don't trust the costumed folks, they can't even keep their issues from going international." He rolled his eyes referring to an incident with the powered folk in some international airport fight."So if we are working together now, and you want to catch this guy, are you comfortable that we are playing by my book?" It was the veritable elephant in the room that he would not hold back if he had to kill a criminal. It wasn't in his nature to let a guilty man walk free so that he could do more harm in this world. "I'm happy to have someone along provided they can take care of themselves, but I also don't want someone by my side if they are gonna get cold feet when a body hits the ground. I saw you when I took down the smugglers that night, you didn't flintch when the sniper shot rang out, I know you have a strong stomach. The issue is if you are actually willing to put it to use.""I'll let you sleep on that question if you need the time to think about it, before you were just feeding me information you could be held at arms length if I ever got caught, from this point out though it's gonna be different." Suki Kimura Suki shrugged as Frank tried to explain his logic behind choosing apple juice over liquor. "I try not to judge, first and foremost. I prefer to let the actual ones in the courthouse do just that. But just as importantly? Thisisyour place. I came here expecting to follow any rules you may or may not enforce here, like how you did with my own home. Plus .... yeah, you're right. Alcohol usually does screw over a person's judgement capabilities, among other things. But ... still, if I ever had to consider indulging in any, tonight would be the night. If only because I don't have to worry about working in the morning."Regardless, she didn't push her juice away. If anything, she pulled it closer and took a sip, eliciting a sigh of relief. Suki hadn't noticed it before now, but apparently her throat had been really dry. Likely from how long it had been since she'd eaten or drank anything before now.A sympathetic smile crossed her face as Frank dropped a hint on how his own military experience had gone."I ... lost someone also, though it was a lot easier for me. It was another soldier. We knew perfectly well what we signed up for, after all."Suki stopped, taking a moment to go over her reply. This was one of those times where words had to be chosen very, very carefully. As a fellow veteran herself, she knew some wounds didn't heal nearly as quickly as her own loss. The tone alone implied Frank had suffered far worse than her. Hell, what she endured was probably child's play if she could do an actual compare and contrast sorta thing."I'm not gonna say 'I'm sorry' not because I'm a bitch, but you've probably heard that far too many times. Plus, words alone can only do so much. However ... if you wanna vent ever, feel free to. I may not know perfectly what you've been through, but I'm not completely clueless."As Suki took another sip, a trace of a grimace could be seen as Frank got to what was likely the real point of bringing Suki here. Oddly, his conditions were very fair. In fact, her main concern wasn't even if she could pull the trigger again or not. Rather ...."My main .... hesitation, if we wanna call it that, isn't if I can kill again. That's actually the easiest part. I .... don't normally like going against all the rules and protocol I've been taught. Yet ... "Her frown became more obvious as Suki lowered her glass, letting out a frustrated sigh as she rain her fingers through her hair."Considering how tonight went? I doubt I have much of a choice if I wanna keep breathing. Kinda frustrating in some regards, but .... "Suki shook her head from side to side a few times."I'm expecting there to be much more than just one lone, dirty cop. Until I know who I can even truly trust among my colleagues, it's the best thing to do. So ... "Suki took another breath, slowly nodding as she continued speaking, "Yeah. I'll do everything I need to.""Now I need to avoid getting screwed over like I did at the docks as well as tonight." Hopefully, though, the fact she'd kept her thoughts to herself rather than uttering them aloud would help keep her from jinxing herself. Her head turned, staring at the dossier."Since we've all but made this partnership official, you got a laptop or computer at all? Because ... the next best way for me to assist you is by looking deeper into those names. Seeing if any dots connect, so to speak. I've never really needed one for myself, so I don't have one in my dufflebag." Frank Castle Suki explained that her main hesitation was that she didn't like going against the rules, but in the end she was kind of dealt a hand where they weren't able to follow a rule book. Not if they both wanted to keep alive and get results that actually dealt with their new found problem then they needed to work outside the law. Hopefully at the end of it the city wouldn't be so damaged that there was no police force and Suki could in tern go back to her job at the end of this. While Frank was fine with staying out of the public view he knew his life was not glamorous or even comfortable.She also explained her encounter with loss, and told him that if he needed to talk about it he could. Frank nodded, but doubted that he would be able to open up like that. "I've tried the therapy circle, it's not really my scene. A friend of mine hosts a veterans get together every week, I could give you his number if you wanted to do that."For now though it seemed they were on the same page, if they wanted to stay alive they would be forced to move quickly and hit hard. Frank got to the kitchen and started to get the pizza warmed up from the fridge. As Suki asked if he had a laptop she could use. He pointed her towards the living room. "It's on the table, It's tied into my neighbor's wifi and uses a VPN, so it's not easily traced back to me."She wouldn't find anything embarrassing on the laptop, his browsing skills were not all that great so he barely used the thing. Frank was more analog, but he did know how to access things like the national archive to get up blue prints of buildings, and his home page was the daily bugles online web page for new york news."Truth is I'm not very good at the orginization part of the job. I was a soldier not a detective, I've learned a lot but the digital age isn't that easy for me. I can fly a drone or drive a car, those skills are pretty easy to pick up, but finding someone on the internet or doing a deep dive into cyber crime isn't my field." It was annoying because in todays information age the majority of crime was committed digitally a battle field that frank had little to no way to keep track of. "So if you know how to use that thing, go at it." Suki Kimura Suki's head would start to move, but then stopped."Hmm. I'll think on it, just in case. I've actually handled my post war days much better than most others I've met and seen. A small handful I even keep in touch with. But umm ... I had PTSD long before putting my life on the line for this country. And it definitely wasn't from guns or killing people. But I'll certainly keep it in mind. Back up plans are something I need to work on, apparently."The last word was murmured in a very soft, barely audible voice. Had Frank been upstairs or in another room altogether, even he may miss hearing it. But with him being in earshot, he'd not only catch it, but realize she was still beating herself up. Proverbially, but nonetheless."I hope you don't mind if I bring this along? I won't knock it over or anything. Promise."Suki would lift the still filled cup of apple juice up, grasping it firmly in her right hand as she stood up. She grabbed the files on her way to the living room and, sure enough, found the laptop easily enough. After setting her drink carefully down either on a coaster or a substitute of sorts Suki would check on what Frankdidhave. An internet browser, Microsoft Word, and even the downgraded Wordpad application.Good. That was all she really would need.The file would be set beside her left arm and promptly opened. While Microsoft Word loaded up, she began scanning the long list of names, trying to figure how to go about separating what would inevitably be a huge list.In the end, she opted to list the cops that had been involved in rescuing the kidnapped women, whom they were partnered with, and where in New York City they had been sent to investigate. After that was done which wouldn't be for a good ten or so minutes, especially now that Suki had one hand that functioned without any agony irritating her she'd list the names of the women.When Frank walked in next, he'd see that she was typing relatively well and quick despite her injury. Definitely not as fast as she could be doing, but for having a wound of any kind? One could certainly label it as swift."I understand. I'd probably be just as out of the tech heavy loop myself. But I do have to sometimes use desktops or laptops at work. Not often, but enough I know what I'm doing right now."Remembering he'd agreed to sleep on the same couch she was sitting on, Suki looked quickly back up at her host."You even tired at all? Because ... this can wait, if needed. Iwasearlier, but ... heh. Adrenaline's still going through me. I'm not likely gonna fall asleep until three to four, if I had to guess."Which, according to the clock in the lower right corner of the laptop, was three to four hours later. It'd be one of those really long and annoying evenings, apparently. Frank Castle "actually at this hour I'm usually still running my patrol." Frank said in regards to being tired. For some reason it was always easier to commit crimes during the night rather than the daylight hours. He usually slept from 5am to 1pm, which gave him his usual 8 hours of sleep needed to run the rest of his day. It was an awkward sleeping schedual for most people sure, but it worked wonders for everything he was doing.Today though he had forgiven the later half of his hours, because of the need to tend to Suki. He was content to go off her need for rest. When the food was warmed he brought the left over pizza slices to the table and sat on the sofa next to her, watching her as she worked on the computer. Not because he thought she would do something evil but rather he was curious about how the technology worked.He saw how she was breaking down the various locations by heist and the cops assigned to them, and he immediately noticed something odd about the list. Most sting operations called for a lot of officers. "You said you had back up right?"He pointed to the section that was her heist. Only two cops had been assigned to the pier that night. Her and her partner. Her back up had been pulled away. Frank took the notes for a moment scanning over them and reading the official reason for why the back up had been called off. According to the notes there was a robbery closer by on the other side of the view, and the cops who had been assigned to support her, had broken formation in order to check on it.The only problem was. "The place they were supposed to be checking out, was in my line of sight from my riffle. I had been scoping out the site for hours, there was no other break in. They abandoned you."He looked at her for a moment it was more than a little suspicious. "I think we can bet that the cop that attacked you was on the team that was supposed to support you. Do you know any of the names? any of their voices sound familiar or heights that fit the bill?" Frank asked trying to crack down the information a little further. It was something to go off, and if they find the dirty cop who attacked Suki, than they had leads for how high up this would go. Suki Kimura Almost as soon as the pizza was put down, Suki reached over and quickly took a piece. Normally, huge amounts of stress or border panic attacks would make Suki forget her appetite such as the attack in the parking lot. But a combination of adrenaline still surging through her and the fact she'd finished a twelve hour shift with eating next to nothing had kept her desire to eat stronger than usual. It was a bit reluctant, but she ceased typing. Some people could type well enough with one hand. Suki wasn't one of those kinds of people.She leaned back in the sofa, allowing Frank to see what had been worked on thus far. She'd finished getting sections split up respectively. The first half would be much more complicated. Primarily due to the table Suki had included. Cop Team Members Designated Location Successful Rescues? Kimura, Suki Booker, Jonathan Piers Yes Below that were simply the names of the women who had been rescued. Beside their names, Suki would note where they had been rescued and even their age. But otherwise, it was a lot simpler compared to the portion with the cops."Yeah. No one was sent out alone. We were all in "But as she turned and looked at what Frank was pointing at, then proceeded to hear his words, she felt her heart sink. The worst part about his logic is it made sense ... mostly."My main problem is that doesn't match up with his last words before his ear piece seemed to go out. He saidnothingabout a robbery. If anything, it sounded like he was trying to warn me."Her teeth briefly latched onto her lower lip."I ... get where your thinking kicks in. But the attacker literally could have been anyone that was sent out that night. Or even someone who wasn't. I did see a few key details and he was dumb enough to speak. I ... probablycouldidentify them in a line up. But I'm not expecting one to happen anytime "This time, Suki stopped because her phone rang, the sound slightly muffled because it was in her dufflebag. She stood up a bit too quickly and hit her leg against the table. "Goddamnit!" she hissed, limping slightly as she forced herself to move. Her head would tilt as she saw the number that was one she hadn't expected to see until a few more hours. Suki would look back over to Frank and simply mouth the wordBossbefore clicking down on the green phone icon."Hello?""Kimura! Why the hell didn't you call me after the accident! Booker told me what he knew!"Of course he did, Suki thought, rolling her eyes as she slowly walked back to the couch, taking note of her legs feeling very ready to give in at a moment's notice. "Because," she answered calmly, "It became clear that would have to wait. There were other things I had to do first and foremost.""You're not really still at your own place, are you?""No. I decided not to stay home.""Good. I'm not gonna ask where you are. I know enough to understand why that'd be stupid. So ... do you even know who did this?"Suki went silent, partly to try to remember. And then, she was analyzing the voice and comparing it with the one she'd heard. No ... definitely not his. But that didn't mean he was safe, either."Not really, no. But I can say they were really bold and stupid enough to attack me while still in uniform so ... it was one of us."" .... Shit. This was in the parking garage, right?""Yeah. But if whoever is half as smart as me, the footage won't be there by the time you fix it. It'll be hacked or erased altogether. The next best definite details I can offer are brown eyes and a Caucasian. So ... half the NYPD, give or take. The only ones I can say 'definitely no' to are yourself and Booker. I'd know Booker's voice anywhere with how often we go on missions together.""Kimura, that's gotta be the stupidest line I've heard from you yet. I'm your damn boss.""And that makes you all the more dangerous, does that not? You make the end shots. Look ... believe me when I say I'm not overly fond of what I'm about to say, but it really does seem to be the only thing that makesanysense at all. There are some cops working with the mob, and .... I can only surmise we did something to cause them to act. Likely finding and saving all of those women a few days ago.""Thatwas their trigger?""Apparently. They could have acted out at any given time. But they retaliated after the evening of September second. It's not too far fetched to say those women played a key role somehow. I'd talk with anyone who's been speaking to those we've rescued moreso when doable. See if there's some sorta pattern that can be found or something.""Will do. Fine. So, what are you gonna do?""Well ... I'd say this is the most perfect time to cash some of my vacation days in. Youhavebeen pestering me to use them, anyway.""I suppose so. How long?""Week minimum .... two at most. All things considered, they did a shitty job of beating me, but they did get my wrist sprained. I'm not gonna be able to do much, even if assigned to just my desk."A sigh was heard on the other line before Holland resumed speaking, "Alright ... I'll just give you the whole two. That way, youshouldbe able to come back fine. I'm gonna mail you a report to ""Sorry sir, but I don't know if mailing would be smart. I'm not likely gonna be there during this whole vacation. I'll email you one, though.""Fair. Probably would be more discreet. Okay. Keep in touch, Kimura."She couldn't pinpoint why, but Suki could detect that talk had felt ... off. Somehow, it had been wrong. She tried to think a bit more on why ... but failed to pinpoint the exact reasoning. Her head shook in annoyance as she grabbed her half finished piece of pizza and took another bite."Anyway, names and shit? Yeah. Of course I know them. That's partly what the file's for to remind me in case I forgot. Most of the force, though, I do remember well enough. This .... is gonna be a long night." Frank Castle Hearing the conversation was odd. Why did her boss want to mail her a package. Snail mail was not exactly the most secure way to send anything, not to mention it was slow, even in the same city it would take weeks or days. He wondered if the reasoning behind it was to try and find an address that something could be sent too. As if trying to figure out where she was. That said this was also her boss, he didn't know the man and so he was more or less immediately suspicious of everything that happened after her attack.It seemed that Suki had the same kind of idea as she silently shook her head after the phone call. He was glad that she didn't give away his address, though he knew she wouldn't. He took a slice of pizza, and regarded her work as she continued. It was all odd, and there were a few cops on the scheduel that the two of them would have a chance to follow up on. 8th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Lieberman House 300pm ESTGiving Suki a day or two to rest her hand so that it was better healed, Frank had taken the list and had followed up on the various locations but he couldn't get much more physical evidence and he wasn't exactly a tech expert to get any of the grounded footage. The fact was he needed help, and the only person he really trusted was at this address, blissfully unaware that Frank had survived his various encounters as well.He turned to Suki as the van parked outside of Lieberman's house. He hadn't told her where the two of them were going, just that he had someone who could do him a favor. "This guy's an old friend, he's not monitored or anything." He remembered David was far too paranoid to be monitored by anyone, not after the risk he had put his family too last time he had been caught up in Franks lifeGetting out of the van and walking too the door, he had made sure that only David was home, walking to the door he did a military gesture for Suki to go around to the back door. He knew David, the man was going to run the moment he saw who was at his door. Knocking on the door. Frank listened for a moment as there were foot steps towards the door, a checking of the peephole, and then rapid foot steps away from the door, running to the next logical exit. Suki Kimura Suki certainly had raised eyebrows on how the talk with her boss had went. Absolutely. She just .. wasn't ready to evenconsideraccepting that he was in on this. It really was a heart breaking thought. She'd sacrificed herself in this country's military and now law enforcement field ... only to get betrayed? Even if it wasn't by everybody, the implication it could end up being a very harsh reality hit Suki hard.By the time she did get a point she was exhausted and ready to take a break from typing, a bit over half of the names had been copied and pasted onto the word pad.All of the frustrations from earlier that day plus fatigue allowed Suki to rather swiftly cry herself to sleep. The sobs, though muffled courtesy of the pillows, were very likely still heard anyway despite her efforts to hide her emotions. Hands down, tonight had been one of the worst days of her life, particularly as a cop. 8th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Lieberman House 15: 00 PM EST"So .... what are we doing, exactly?"Although the days off mostly, anyway had been appreciated, Suki had also been getting a tad restless. The vacation had been practically mandatory, which made the talk she had with Holland that much more annoying. It didn't help that she knew even if she hadn't made the request, he would have done so for her.Unfortunately, the most she was able to do was complete the lists for Frank.And while it was a decent enough start, it wasn't much to go off of, least of all for a lead with ... anything. Her assault, why the women seemed so essential to the Italian mafia, nothing. Something would have to give in order for them to have even a half decent idea on where to start making progress, let alone how to go about handling any information they obtained."So ... a friend you said?"Yet from the way he walked up to the door to signaling her to move to the back, this already sent Suki a lot of mixed signals. Hehadsaid friend, right?Could fool me, she thought, still nodding and hurrying over to the rear part of the house. She felt really odd about this, but ... Frank had yet to give her a reason tonottrust him. So, no matter how odd this was looking or feeling, she'd comply.And when the door opened, Suki quickly spoke to the figure. "Please wait! We came here because we need your help! Me especially ... please."Maybe he had a soft spot for helping women out?It'd definitely be more preferred than having to chase and pin him down.Should words not work? Suki mentally prepared to tackle the poor guy. She wouldn't like it .... not really. But that was why it was just a tackle and nothing huge. She wouldn't use her fists not unless this 'friend' threw a punch first. Then .... well .... it'd be a different story. Until she could be proven right or wrong on what would happen, though, Suki tried using the more damsel esque approach. Not that she was truly any such kind of woman in the first place but if making a white lie about it would help them out? She'd use that approach. Frank Castle David stumbled as he ran out the backside of his home, he wasn't even sure where he wanted to run too, but he had seen frank at his front door and the man was a plague of bad that just kept happining. He fell onto the ground as he heard a female voice ask him for help, and he turned towards the voice seeing a young woman. The we she spoke with meant she was with Frank. He looked at her, the fear and adraniline passing out of his sistem. "Do you have any idea who you are working with?"Frank emerged from around the other side of the house, and David pointed at him. "You know who that is?""Yes David she knows who I am." Frank walked up to David, grabbing him and putting him back on his feet, but also at the same time cutting off any way the other man had to escape but inside the house."The last time I saw Frank Castle I was getting shot at by the CIA. My wife and kids were kidnapped, and lets not forget the two days of time I spent naked tied to a fucking chair!" David looked to Suki. "You are traveling with the single most dangerous man on the planet. If you were smart, you would get away from him, hang around Frank long enough and you will die.""Good to see you to David." he grabbed the man by the shoulder and pushed him into the house, walking with Suki. "Listen David, I just need a small favor or two from you, and then I will be gone."David looked at the two of them, and then groaned loudly. "What do you need?" Suki Kimura Suki would give her own affirmative nod to prove she did indeed understand whom she was partnering up with. "Me being 'smarter' isn't my issue at the moment. But umm ... I'm not relaying my problems out in the open. So, inside. Please."The young Asian would be the last person to close the rear door. Even leaned against it as her own precaution. All while glancing towards David."On any other given day, I'd be doing what my job entails, which would actually mean arresting him for intervening with a prior mission I did almost a week ago. Sir, I'm a cop within the NYPD. But ... long story short, Frank has actually been the only personnotto betray me so far. He's even helped me."Her head moved from side to side, both in annoyance and disgust at the recent memories."We've gotten a bit of a lead regarding a personal, one on one attack that happened directly to me rather recently. And this ... is actually where you come in. If you've really had problems with dirty CIA, then this won't be any better if you don't help. But ... I really did come here strictly for help. I'm not even armed."At this, Suki would raise both her arms beside her head, showing both her badge and gun weren't on her. Granted, she was like Frank in many ways and, as such, didn't technically need either to be competent. But she wasn't going to tell this strangereverysingle detail. Not until she knew he'd help out."Apparently, you're good with technology. I'm .... not horrible, so to speak. But I can't fix security cameras up."Suki took a few moments to pause, trying to find any words that could be used to strengthen her arguments. She slowly nodded, adding a few more sentences in as they came to her mind, "As someone working among the federal government, I want to apologize. Hopefully you got a more official and proper one from the CIA themselves, but in case they didn't? Consider it your overdue apology. I can only begin to guess what you went through, particularly if the agents were dirty like some of the cops are now. That being said, none of my co workers or boss even know I'm cooperating with Frank."Her teeth briefly but firmly latched onto her lower lip."And, yes, that information could be found out. But I intend to have a plan should that issue arise. For now, just .... allow me to help history from repeating. We may not be as high up the ranks as the CIA, but this can be as devastating. If you've really had an incident with dirty agents before, you probably have a decent enough idea on what can happen just from the NYPD alone. So .... please. We can do this slowly and discreetly. But I really, really do need help with the security camera footage. I'll even give more details on whatexactlyis going on. But only if you agree. Do we have a deal?" Frank Castle David looked at Suki as the two people brought him back into the house. He did have a bit of a sweet spot for wanting to help people. He didn't really want to work alongside frank again, the man had put him and his family in danger, but that entire situation had originally been his own fault with the evidence he had found in the first place. He groaned after listening to the story that was given to him. Corruption in the NYPD, was bad. Of course Frank would be one of the people to uncover whatever it was that going on."Okay I'll help." David sat back in his chair, his eyes looking up at the cieling for a moment as he tried to think over his life. How did he get to this point where he was at the beck and call of a madman? He looked to Suki for a moment sympathy running across his features. He didn't know what she had done to deserve her new found company but if she was smart she would get away from frank the moment her business was concluded.He turned towards his computer and stretched his body for a moment. "Okay what do you need me to find? There are over seventy security camera's in the main police head quarters so I need to know time frames, and areas to check over." Even with that information though there were a number of blind spots in that building that if someone wanted to use they could probably get around it.Frank for his part was standing behind David as he worked. He didn't really understand how the man got into the video feeds, and explaining it probably would have taken the man longer than Frank had an attention span for, but once he saw the feeds on the computer monitor he slapped Micro on the back. "See it's a lot easier to just ask a person for help." He said with a small smile. "No paranoia, and no rope required this time. We get what we need to do our investigation and we get out of your hair." Suki Kimura A long exhale that Suki didn't realize she'd been holding back finally passed her lips as David agreed to help her out. She bowed her head quickly in appreciation, walking behind the two other guys and entering what was more or less the man's work space. "Thank you .... thank you."Her eyebrows furrowed as she briefly thought. What did he need to look for? This was a good question, particularly since she didn't know all of the answers herself.Suki took a few moments to pull her cell phone out, first pulling the calendar up."Look at the feed for the evening of September fourth. Should be a bit before seven at night."As a new idea came to her mind, Suki hastily snapped her fingers."Actually ... this guy was dumb enough to come out in his own uniform. So maybe ... if you can find him before he entered the parking garage, perhaps? I was on the third floor, area E. So between six to seven at night, in and outside of that area? By the time he actually snuck up behind me, he was smart enough to use gloves as well as a ski mask and a goddamn bat, so ... any ability to see him before he put his lame disguise on would be incredibly helpful."And at that, Suki turned around on her feet, the gesture alone all but spelling out she didn't really want to watch her attack again. Frank had been kept in the dark about the implied rape that she barely escaped. Knowing he was about to see that was bad enough.Suffice to say, Suki didnotwant to have to view that once again..... Except .... she had to. She was the only one between the three people that got even a glimpse of her assailant and, unfortunately, this meant she would be the only person who could verify if the feed was the right one or not.So, with a defeated sigh, she looked back towards the screens. Her arms crossed over her chest as she waited ... knowing the next few minutes would be painful yet helpful simultaneously. Finally, they would get a lead. With this, they would be able to make progress and better understand this damn case.Assuming, of course, the correct footage was still able to be found.It'd just be my shitty luck that they'd erase it, huh? If the cameras failing to work had been a constant issue, though, then Suki was praying like mad no one had taken those kinds of measures. But .... only time would tell. All she knew is if she were the attacker, she'd try to get rid of the evidence. But then, she was smart. Given the guy had been foolish enough to walk and hit her while still in his uniform, it was a fair assumption to bet he wasn't half as intelligent as herself. Frank Castle David listened to her request, and nodded taking in the information he needed, he turned towards the cameras, and started to go through them. "This could take a minute, there are a lot of cameras to go over." He said looking through the archived footage was easy enough, nowadays most security systems stored their information on the cloud so it was easier to view and recall certain areas. Searching the time code of a bit before seven was a bit harder to narrow down so his first step was to find the incident.He found the footage of Suki entering the elivator from the fifth floor, following her down to the parking lot, which lead to the first blank spot. Unfortunitely the security cameras in the basement didn't fully cover section the full attack was not on video. As he couldn't actually see directly behind her car where she and her assaliant had been. "He wasn't in the elevator that you used, or the staircase along side it. His approach seemed to come from the other direction." He checked the footage of the other starwell and elevator in the building and nothing seemed to line up with the fight.Frank tapped his foot for a moment. "Maybe he came in from the outside? is there a feed for where the cars leave from?"David paused for a moment nodding, he checked the external cameras around the time code of the attack, and that was when he found something. A young blond officer outside the building he was carrying an equipment bag, the type one would get for going to the gym or a sports bag. "Oh... hello."He followed the man as best he could, watching him load the bag into the back of his own car, before opening it, and pulling a baseball bat from the back."This is about fifteen minutes before your shift ended, he was already in the basement waiting for you at that point.""Do you recognize him?" Frank asked looking at the blond, but at the same time it didn't matter. "P3X, T1Z." He said more under his breath than anything else, looking at the liscence plate of the car that he had loaded the bag into."Think you can run the plate?"David, chewed on his thumb for a moment. "Yeah, might take me a bit though, the DMV has better security than the NYPD." Suki Kimura "Y yeah. That's fine, just ... try. That's all we're asking, so you're already ten steps ahead of us."Suki held her wrists behind her back, moving back and forth. Her eyes remained locked somewhat begrudgingly, but still onto the screen. It was going to be hard to re watch that cursed scene. She'd already known that from the moment David gave a hint he had the capability to hack into cameras. But now that Suki was watching with her own eyes, she was beginning to tremble a bit. It was taking every ounce of will power to keep her from throwing her hands up and exiting the house, all while declaring 'Nope, never mind me! Done!'.Sure, shewantedto. Some portion of her did, anyway.But she wouldn't. Not even at the expense of her pride or risking looking more weak and incompetent than she may have at the pier."Z Zoom up ... if you can ... "Regardless of whether Lieberman could manage that or not, she leaned closer. Her shaking only strengthened as she gave a quick nod."Seth Sutherland. I .... "She held her hand up and moved away. However, unlike her original instincts, she wasn't bailing like either of the men may have expected. Instead, she got out of earshot and pulled her phone out. A quick browsing through her contacts and pushing down on Booker's number resulted in her usual partner picking up mere seconds later."Suki! Hey, how are you? Boss hinted you'd be away for a bit."That in itself made Suki's eyebrows narrow. There were certain policies that were supposed to be followed. One of which involved giving away the location and identity of other cops, particularly when they were forced out of action like she had been. While it was true he could have made that assumption due to finding her at the end of the incident, it was hearing that Holland mentioned she wouldn't be back anytime soon that made her on edge.And if she could do so without seeming too weird, she'd hang up right then and there. Sadly, there had been something she remembered .... something that almost slipped her mind until Suki watched the footage."He's right. But if you don't mind, that's not why I called. You said Sutherland was arguing a lot before we went out to the pier, yeah?""Oh, Seth? Yeah.""What about?""Nowyou're interested?" Booker tried to tease, implied by the chuckling. When he didn't hear Suki join him, he cleared his throat. "Okay, okay. I can read the mood. Hear it, rather. Yeah, he did. Specifically about wanting to take my spot and beyourpartner. He was really adamant on that. No idea why. Obviously, Holland said no because the change was too last minute."That's not the only reason ... Still, this was valuable in its own rights. If hewasworking with the mafia and had tried to find a way to get close to her ... it made a shiver trail down her spine."Seriously though, Suki, why? What's up?""Let's just say ... I'm pretty sure he was the reason you found me battered and bruised in the parking garage.""What,him? Come on, Suki. He's one of our newest rookies. No way he could get to you.""Not if I were in peak physical condition and not exhausted as all hell, no. Hence why the assailant arrived with abat. And waited for me to have a really, really long day. Twelve hours long, in fact. Still gonna argue with me on this?"" .... Okay, but how are you certain it's him?"" ... I've been ... I suppose to put it nicely haunted in my sleep by that evening. Little by little, that flashback has been getting more vivid. Including details I didn't pay much notice to, like the hair color.""Jesus, Suki. That's fucked up.""The fact it was a cop at all is fucked up."A defeated sigh echoed over the phone as Booker murmured, "Fair enough. Take care, okay, Kimura?""I'll try.""So what are you gonna do about this, by the way?"That was her cue to hang up and shut her phone off. The give and take exchange had beenveryhelpful. But Suki wasn't stupid. She heard and noticed a few times that she put herself at risk for revealing her own set of sensitive information. Like the real reason she felt so certain Sutherland was her assailant. This was another time the Army and her time there came in handy. Any other person could have cracked and said the wrong words.Not to say Suki enjoyed lying.But she'd already seen for herself at least one cop was rogue. Now, there was a good chance it was a decent chunk of the NYPD, including both Holland and Jonathan. The thought pained her ... but she couldn't shut her eyes. Literally or figuratively. The truth was all but in front of her and even if she didn't like what her blue orbs were seeing, Kimura knew she at least had to accept it."So," she slowly began to dictate upon rejoining the two, "That umm ... yeah. That should come up under a Seth Sutherland when you get the plates."Her head slowly moved from side to side."I noticed. It wasn't like I didn't see or take heed of the few times he'd stared at me, but I ... didn't think he'd .... "She couldn't get the words out. Then again, when the footage got to the right parts she was about to bring up, no words would be needed. All Frank or David would need to do was watch to fill the blanks in pretty well. Disgusted as she was to re watch that section of the footage, Suki refused to avert her gaze. But she certainly did clench her fists tightly enough toalmostdraw blood from her own palms.Definitely hard enough to make her knuckles turn a bright white hue, though."That's so fucking sad, but ... you're right. Slowly but surely, we're decreasing in how much security we really have around NYPD headquarters. Sad to even consider admitting the goddamn DMV is doing better than the job I should be able to do."Her head shook from side to side again, a disdainful scoff passing her lips.Fuck my life some days ... Suki thought, shaking as she crossed her arms over her chest. Frank Castle Frank watched Suki for her reactions, as she said the name he assumed this was because she knew the man they were watching. He looked at her, a soft caring coming across his features for a moment as he did. He didn't like what had happened to her, and wanted to try and help her. However as she went to grab her phone this time it was his own nuckles that clenched along with his jaw. Some part of him really wanted to break her phone, or at least tell her that was a bad idea, but she was seeking out her own answers to this problem. Still the glare he gave her would tell her that he disapproved of her contacting anyone outside of the room with extra information.He could figure out from the context of her side of the conversation that she was talking to her partner. Frank didn't think the best in people anymore, though she may have trusted her partner enough to give Seth's name he wouldn't have done that. It had been her partner that had found her beaten after the attack, it was reasonable to think that it was because their shift ended at the same moment in time. As david worked on finding the plate numbers through the DMV, Frank looked over the screens for a moment.Frank tried to be quiet with his next question. "Can we find out what her partner was up too? the guy who came to see her after the fact, where was he before the attack?" He didn't think he would get to fully avoid the conversation with Suki, David for his part rolled his eyes viewing it as Frank Castle being Frank fucking Castle, the paranoid nut job.Pulling up video of the guy after his and Suki's shared shift had ended the man had gone to the male locker room where there had been no cameras, and came back out wearing his civilian clothing, he answered a phone call, walking down the stairs towards the parking garage.Completely normal activities for a police officer after his shift change.Frank wasn't really satisfied, but the evidence in front of him didn't have anything wrong with it.a moment after that, there was a ping from the computer, frank pulling up the file he had been trying to get. "Close, actually it seems the car is actually registered under Anna Sutherland, it seems Seth has a wife to whom the car is registered too." He leans back in the chair as he turned towards the two vigilantes."If that's everything than you are now free to get out of my house before my family gets home." David said looking at the two of them. "For what it's worth Suki... I'm sorry, both for what happened to you, and that you have to work with a nutcase like frank. Take care of yourself. People don't tend to last long when they are around Castle." Suki Kimura Suki would give her own irritated look back at Frank, not backing down from her decision to make the call.I appreciate the concern, but I'm not a child. I can do shit on my own. There was a more specific addition to her thoughts, really, but those could wait.A weak smile appeared on her face as she gave David a small nod. "Well ... considering what we found, I'm gonna apologize in advance now. I don't think this'll be the last time I'll need your help. Hopefully, though, we won't have to return for a few weeks, if not longer. I'm not typically a gambling woman, but I'm pretty sure Seth isn't the first or last cop that's gonna pull that sorta shit on me. And as for Frank?"Suki looked up over to her new 'partner' of sorts before glancing back over at Lieberman."Well ... I'm in a damned if I do and damned if I don't situation. The more I learn about everything going on in headquarters? The more I'd rather take my chances being beside Frank than with the people I thought would help me enforce the law. But I'll keep it in mind anyway, even if just to humor you somehow. Thanks again."Only after both herself and Frank got into his van did Suki begin to speak, putting her seat belt on while directing her words over to the man beside her."I haven't forgotten. Hell, I'm ready but not at all happy to assume both Booker and Holland are likely dirty themselves. Your friend is at least sorta right with one thing though."Suki sighed, leaning her head against the head rest behind her."Ishouldat least be able to take full control over this at some point.Mostof this crap is mine and the other cops' issue. Supposed to be anyway, but ... " Suki halted, realizing how she was almost beginning to sound for a few moments."Lemme backtrack I'm not saying give up on this. I don't need to know you for long to realize how dumb that'd be. But Iamtrying to reassure that you shouldn't need to intervene, because this can be handled. Should, anyway. And yet .... I can't deny that evenifthat ends up happening, I'm finding the mere thought of going back as a cop less than appealing."It was pretty disheartening to think that going back into the military would be better, even ifthatmay hold a higher risk of death than being beside Castle. But ... it actuallywassounding better to Suki.Has the world been this depressing and I just have never realized it? she wondered, closing her eyes and sneaking a brief nap in. She'd need to be wide awake for when they met up with Seth. 8th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Outside the 24 Hour Fitness at 153 E 53rd 20: 43 PM ESTSuki wasn't looking it, but deep down? She was nervous. What she and Frank had agreed upon was very, very,veryagainst protocol. But at the same time? It was an equally necessary evil.Besides, Seth pulled this shit on you. You can finally get pay back. That had been the mantra she'd been echoing in her head the past ten to twenty minutes. However long it had been since she got back in the van with Frank.This time, however, she wasn't vacating the passenger seat. Rather, she was laying down in the back. Not quite the very way back, but the seats immediately behind the passenger and driver's side.You're really gonna do this, huh? .... Well, it wasn't like she could change her mind. Reaching back, she gently patted her pockets, feeling the tools Frank had insisted she have with her. Namely several pairs of zip ties. In her rear pocket, however, Suki did have her pistol on her. The immediate tools that would be needed were under the 'grab and go' sorta category."I'm not asleep," she reassured Frank, knowing Sukihadbeen silent for a good period of time by now. Enough that it could have caused some worry. "I'm ... I'm ready. Really, I am."The unfortunate truth was a good chunk of her co workers knew what Suki's car looked like. If anyone saw her driving this van, she'd immediately stand out, and not in the best of ways. That had been the main reason she agreed to do the 'grabbing' while Frank stayed behind the wheel. Plus .... it wasn't like he'donlybe driving. They were eventually gonna find a place to park the van.Well, he is, she corrected herself, shaking her head and dismissing the internal argument. She knew what she meant and by this point? It really wasn't the main thing that Suki was worried about. In the end, it came down to if she could be fast and strong enough to succeed in this task.You have to be. There's literally no room to fuck up. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath to calm herself. Slowly, she pushed herself up so she was kneeling. Thankfully, her height plus the cover from the outside darkness made it easy to hide despite technically being in otherwise plain sight. Suki quietly guided her hand to the door, readying her muscles so when they found Seth, she could pull it open and grab and jerk him in the van as swiftly as humanly possible. Frank Castle Frank took a breath and let her speak as they both got back in the van. He was angry with her over the phone call to her partner, but he kind of understood it. She knew these people, he did not. He wasn't a cop, and didn't know what it was like, she was. He had military partners, but most of them had betrayed him for one reason or another, then again that was also in special forces where the risks and oddities of the orders were higher in number.Still the fact that she had told someone who they were after makes her liable. "You shouldn't have told him that. It doesn't matter if he's clean or dirty, now he knows your going after him, if he disappears or dies than your partner can connect it to that phone call. If he's dirty he can warn the guy, if he's clean he can report you."Frank rubbed his face with a hand for a moment. Letting out a groan. "There are ways to go about your life in this. Keeping everything in house is one of the ways that you keep others safe." Of course that was easy to say when he had no friends or family. He could write off any interaction he so pleased because those close to him were long gone."This isn't an investigation, this is a fight for survival, and the way you keep alive is that you realize that we are not in control here. That we are out numbered and that we have to take every measure in keeping ourselves and the people we care about safe. Say something happens tonight, and this guy, Seth doesn't come into work the next day. Killing a cop puts every single cop on the force at high alert. Do you think you can handle it if he talks? You know what that is? conspiracy to commit murder. You're the cop what sentence does that hold? You wanna put your friend through that?""My life is easy, I don't have people that I need to protect. My job right now is keeping you safe, and the more people you talk too while you are with me the harder that will get." 8th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Outside the 24 Hour Fitness at 153 E 53rd 20: 43 PM ESTFrank looked out through the mirror on his van. He had parked right next to the cops car on the exit side of the gym. In short the guy had to walk past the car door to get close to his own. He kept the lights off which made seeing into the window difficult thanks to their slight low light tint. "You want a granola bar?" He offered when she said she wasn't asleep. The two of them had been staking out the place for a little while, movement had been scarce. He almost thought about going into the gym, but the fewer places he went into the less cameras would see them.When Seth walked out of the building, frank let out a sigh of relief. He started timing foot steps. "Okay he's out of the gym, get ready."His hand was on the keys ready to turn on the van to get them out of here a moment after they had the guy in the van. "Now."He turned on the van as she opened the door and grabbed him, driving backwards out of the parking spot forcing him into the back of the van easily the doors shutting and locking as he turned the car around and started to drive away."What the fuck!?" Seth was sweaty, tired, he had just had a decent work out, and so his arms were in pain, more so now that he had just been rushed into a car. He looked around trying to see in the dim light of the van. "Wait, Suki? What the fuck are you doing?"He could feel his hands being tied up, and instantly he knew what was going on. "Awh, shit." Suki Kimura "Please."A swift movement of her hand helped rip the plastic apart, allowing Suki to raise the bar to her lips and take a rather eager bite into the granola bar. It was no accident she easily finished off about half of it in the first try. Her emotions were racing, and it only got faster as time continued to tick away. It wouldn't be much longer now until she had to move, and it would need to be not just quick, but precise."Frank? You're ... you were right. And ... I did agree to follow your rules, so ... I'm sorry about earlier. This is just ... not at all what I signed up for. I'm frustrated, I'm pissed, and I'm oddly more fine than I should be with this plan. I think it's gonna help me out in some ways."Her head nodded as she took another bite, tucking the wrapper away into an empty pocket and only uttering a small handful of words after swallowing the bar. "Mhm, ready. Very much so."The door swung open. Were this anythingbuta van, there would likely be a much higher concern on Suki damaging the door. Seth would be met with a furious glare, though she didn't immediately speak.To help create an illusion that looked as if he tripped or even stumbled in, Suki grabbed onto Seth's shoulders and rammed her knee into his forehead. This was her way of dazing him, much like he'd done with the baseball bat.Only after the door was shut did she angrily snarl, "Thought you were untouchable back in the garage, huh? Sure. Courtesy of using the coward's way out, you could be. My turn now,yaro."After securing his wrists behind Seth's back with the zip ties, Suki pulled him into the far back, helping the two of them lay low. More out of habit, though the extra precaution wasn't by any means a bad idea."You .... you'remarriedand yet, you were going to .... "Suki drove her knee into Seth again, this time into his spine."Actually, no. Married or not, it wouldn't have excused you. But the fact you've got a wife makes knowing your original intentions all the more worse. You disgusting prick! I should shoot you now. Maybe in a few minutes. Depends how this all goes."Her hands trembled, fueled by rage and anger as the flashback haunted her mind. Unfortunately, this wasn't the kind of shaking that weakened her, something he'd feel as her grip tightened. It likely wasn't nearly as stern as Frank's, but it wasn't weak compared to what one would assume either. Both her military and law enforcement experiences had aided Suki in acquiring some pure physical strength. Most in her upper body ... something Seth was quickly beginning to feel as she continued to squeeze on his arms, keeping him still should he struggle.If he was actually being still?Well ... this was the part where she purposely found ways to vent her still lingering wrath out. It was all being done non lethally, so why not? And hell, she needed to ensure that when Frank parked the van, Seth was still here, so all more the reason to indulge herself slightly. Frank Castle Seth felt his body go numb when he hit the ground, he groaned as he felt her knee hit his spine and he felt his hands get bound behind his back. he couldn't move except in directions that Suki wanted him too. He groaned as he felt the ground swerve and sway under him as the van drove down the streets. He looked at Suki as she threatened to shoot him, and he actually cracked a smile, and when she mentioned his wife, he actually chuckled.Seth was trying to struggle against his bindings for a moment till he felt pressure on his arm and he groaned in pain again going limp against her. "Ah Suki, glad to see your wrist is doing better." He chuckled, but then coughed from the damage done to his spine, he felt kinda winded, his head a little light at the moment from the pressure on his body and the inability to move making his breathing heavier he could feel the car moving under him, that meant someone was in the front of the van driving away from his car.She kept the pressure on his arms causing Seth to groan in pain as he winced and his eyes closed. "Fuck you and shoot me." He said with a small cough. As he struggled to take in air due to being forced to the ground. "I ain't saying shit to you." She brought up his wife and he tried to laugh. "How the fuck you think I treat her? You women love having the shit beat out of you."Frank winced when Seth spoke, he knew the man was probably not gonna leave this situation alive, still he was going to find a place where he could park the car, and probably hide a body as he doubted that Seth was going to be able to go home at the end of the night, certainly not to a 'loving' wife. He wouldn't let the scum of the earth hurt another person. Not again, and spouse abuse was one of those things that Frank couldn't let stand."So what, you gonna try and torture me? fuck you, that shit only works in the movies and you know it. You're a cop, and the fact that your already hurting me means you fucking lost this interrogation. But I tell you what... I'll tell you everything you want to know if you bend over and suck some cock." He felt her hit him when he made his suggestion, which got another sharp gasp of pain from the man. "You fucked up Suki."Frank was driving through the night roads, and New York traffic though he was avoiding major streets as he drove, finally he pulled the van over, and got out of the van. Walking around to open the back door to show where they were. Back on the docks of New York, though a different defunct peer than the one where they had started. Suki Kimura Suki's head moved slowly from side to side."You don't get to make demands. Do you not understand the exact position you're in, Seth?"Apparently not, as he opted to make a crude suggestion after speaking. Once more, she kneed his back, adding a low "Shhhhh" afterwards. This wasn't just Suki being a very, very dark cop. This was her at her best and most sadistic side possible. She hadn't expected to usethisagain, but push had come to shove. And really? It wasn't like there were many ways to finish this night with sparing Seth.In fact, he was whether on purpose or accident only making his chances worse. From confirming he'd seen her to his inappropriate remarks, there were more and more reasons to comply with his demand to shoot him.But not now. She was going to do thisherway it had been what she'd agreed with. This was her first true test to see if she could deal with accepting his terms. And she was willing to prove that she hadn't simply said "Yes" to take the easy way out. She wanted to re earn his trust, particularly after her own hasty reactions back at Lieberman's house..... Odd. Were he anyone else, Suki wasn't sure if she'd feel so eager to want to prove herself.No matter. The moment the van jerked to an abrupt stop, Suki knew they were at their destination. It wasn't just the pier, but the exact same area she and Booker had been sent to.She would stay silent while getting out of the van, keeping an arm wrapped firmly around Seth's midsection and dragging him out. Unlike the last time she'd been here, Suki had added a few extra 'props', though none that anyone would have expected."So ... you wanted to be my partner, huh? Back when we were all sent out to the piers? A lot of the others had been muttering something about someone bitching about getting the 'wrong partner' I just never paid much heed to it until earlier today. I thought back long and hard and remembered the more vital details. Unfortunately, we're in a job that doesn't really allow for secrets to last for long. So, of course, there was one idiot whom I did manage to remember mumbling your name."Suki shook her head again."That probably should have been my red flag, huh? But that's okay. I'm gonna make up for that, and it starts with you. See, you're only partly right. I did fuck up, mhm. I'll admit that. But you did too. You should have killed me. But I suppose that'd just result in you being found out faster, hmm?"Among the many containers was a single crane with a hook already lowered."This isn't very well known to many of the others. Not even Booker or Holland. But I got quite a few offers to join the Berets. I was in the right military branch, and I was deemed worthy enough. I just never felt like I'd earned the right. Maybe it was incentive to help me change my mind, but ... Ididwork alongside a few of them. Watched how they worked. I dunno if you've heard anything, but any rumors you may have heard are very true. Probably the tamer versions, too. Damn. They're great at what they do there's no real way to explain it. Not without seeing or being on their bad side anyway."Hoisting Seth up high enough so that his bound wrists were placed over the hook, Suki took a few steps back. The angle would already threaten to dislocate, if not outright break, his wrists and maybe even arms."See, the thing about interrogations is there are certain key phrases or actions that once someone resorts to them, they've sealed their fate. You insisting you won't talk has helped ensure that not only will I get what I want, but you will too."Suki patted her rear pocket where her pistol was."You were right in assuming I have it on me. Not yet though. This links back to what I said earlier you don't get to make demands, nor do I have any obligation to listen to them. I'm a very patient woman, and I have all night to do this. So if I have to wait until dawn, I will. Now then .... why you're with the mafia doesn't really matter, because that membership's gonna expire when I'm done. So I'll skip to the more important question. Don't they get money off drugs also? So ... why did the women from the trafficking seem even more than vital than any amount of cocaine or whatever they tend to sell to people in Hell's Kitchen?" Seth saw the crane, and it was around here that he realized that Suki was not playing around as he felt his arms lift painfully, he went from groaning in pain to actually screaming in pain as his body was lifted, and his arms did a clearly untrained loop around his upper body, joints bending in ways that they had not been stretched to do so, and because of that they audiably popped leaving him hanging at an odd angle as his arms dislocated and he screamed in pain feeling his lungs burn.Looking around though it was only the three of them. Suki, Seth, and the mysterious driver whom Seth couldn't make out, especially now that his eyes were full of tears, from the pain he was enduring being held up in this unnatural way. Though his arms could be put back together as nothing was broken, it was more surprising that Seth didn't just pass out from the pain. "Fuuuck." he managed to breath between pants and sobs of pain, feeling his body like it was about to fall apart."Fuck you..." He said breathing, but shook his head. He hadn't actually expected her to torture him, and with her patting her gun and telling him that he was actually going to be shot, he suddenly wasn't really sure if he could last so long. She started asking about the mafia and he groaned in pain tears started to flow down his face. "I don't know!" He coughed breathing heavily as he cried. He was trying to move about, his feet barely staying on the wet floor the pier.His pants got darker a small amount of steam left off his body, he realized he was going to die, and the pain, and fear meant he couldn't hold back. He cried for a moment his seemingly strong will breaking after a few seconds of actual torture."I don't know why the girls were needed. It was a bust! It was a bust just like any other Suki." he shook his head. "I was just told to hurt you, I got an invite telling me when you would be going to your car, I was told to hurt you okay. I don't know anything about the girls, my job was just to hurt and rape you that's all they wanted me to do. They wanted it on video... okay that's all I know."Frank's head perked for a moment, and his eyes went to Suki. Suki Kimura Though there was no obvious cue appearing on her face, Suki feltverysatisfied with seeing and hearing Seth cry his eyes out. Fucker was getting what he deserved. As far as she was concerned, he gave up the role of a cop the second he laid his hands on her. This was a criminal getting what he deserved Karma. And just like she'd heard time and time again, Karma truly was the biggest bitch that existed in this world. Even more so of one than Suki could be."So ... let me get this straight. You're telling me the Italian mafia just randomly chose you? To try to get back at me for ... doing my job at the pier?"Her head shook."There's a lot of blanks you're not filling in, Seth. This is themafiawe're talking about. They're not sloppy, not as a group. They're not perfect, no. But what you're saying is you may as well have been a toy they won in a crane game and decided to give to a random kid. It's the same sorta analogy and frankly? If that'sreallyhow it went down? Well ... I guess it'll be easier than usual to deal with and arrest the rest of them. Still .... "Suki slowly paced in front of Seth."Holland may not have mentioned it during the briefing, but I find it difficult to believe that no one else may have noticed something with the girls. Some of the names I got from the files ... we've already saved them in the past. So ... "She paused again, now mainly to find the right words to use, only speaking after Suki felt confident she'd found them."See, the thing about going after a victim you've already hunted and hurt in the past is ... that leaves a trail. It puts you at risk. A really high one. And yet ... it seems like they'reverypersistent about wanting certain women in their possession."Her arms went over her chest as she looked right into Seth's eyes."You'rereallysure you don't know aboutthat? Nor the true worth of these women? They're clearly more valuable than just some future escorts to sell off. Then there's also your story about what the Italians wanted you to do. You were supposed to incapacitate me ...andrecord me being raped? They could have literally chosenanyoneto do that. Was that something you volunteered for? Or were you given this assignment without asking to do it?"Suki would go quiet, allowing this all to sink in. But in case the pain made it too hard to add up, she began to clarify herself further."This goes back to the questionable but sloppy work from the mafia as of late. If they didn't want a trail leading back to them, then .... things would have gone done in the garage very differently. More .... permanent. You don't have to kill someone to keep them quiet, after all. You should know. You toyed with that idea briefly, remember?"Suki rose her hand, grasping it around Seth's neck."Granted, it takes a certain amount of accuracy to find just the vocal chords, but in the right hands, it's not at all impossible."Suki sighed, shaking her head as she moved her hand away."Yeah .... no. There's more questions than answers I'm getting here. So one last chance to fill any of them in."It was false hope. But really, she doubted Seth needed to be told this. Hell, for all Suki knew, he wasn'tonlycrying due to the physical pain, but possibly also due to any psychological and emotional now hitting him. It wouldn't be amazing if his life was starting to flash before his eyes. It was a phenomenon that commonly hit people in life or death situations. Even Suki had experienced a few of them while she was still a soldier, so she knew first hand it was a very real experience.So now ... she had to wait and see if that was going to hurt her chances at getting what she and Frank, technically wanted or help them. Not that she was expecting a miracle, mind you,butSuki wanted to see if maybe one could arrive anyway. "I don't know shit about the women." He groaned in pain, but at this point Seth didn't really have a reason to lie to her. Seth was trying his best to stay awake even as his arms were in agony, his feet barely scratching at the floor keeping him standing, but his body felt broken, his vision kept fading, and when Suki grabbed his throat he actually let out a whimper of pain. "My cell, they text me now and then, give me work, people to hurt, things to do, and then after I get it done, they pay me through transferable funds.""They found out about you working that night, found some video footage from the docks or some shit. They think you took down one of the big guys that night, they wanted you broken." He looked at the ground he was gonna die, he could already tell that much, and his vision was blurring at that. He didn't know everything, but gods he wanted the pain to stop. "It wasn't personal Suki, just a job. We work in the same precinct, and I hurt people for them, it was a matter of convenience.""I don't get to volunteer for shit, and I don't get anything more than money, and the occasional rape case thrown my way. My phone has the texts." He said biting his lip. "I'll cut you a deal Suki, let me go. Let me go, and I will give you my phone's password, I'll run, you'll never see me again, I'll leave New York, but if you kill me it's an Iphone, and there ain't anyway you are getting into that shit." He coughed for a moment, trying to barter his way out of the situation."If you let me go, I'll run, no words, I'm gone... I'll call the phone from some payphone." He was breathing heavily. "I don't know anymore than that, but with my phone, you might be able to track down something."Frank's eye was twitching he hated the idea of letting this scum run free, the phone might be useful, but he was otherwise a dead end. He was half tempted to take care of that decision. To kill him, or follow him for long enough that once he called that cellphone he could just kill him, but at this point that would be messy, wherever he was going he was probably gonna stick to well lit crowds. If he ran chances were good that the man was dead either way. If not by their hands by the mafia that had hired him. Suki Kimura Suki's eyebrow rose when Seth spoke about the cameras. If he'd talked about the parking garage ... that was one thing. But at the docks? She had walked all over in the harbor. Neveroncehad she found anything to indicate she'd been watched.Damn. And by now, that's a very clean, ex crime scene. Hmmm ... Otherwise, she would have gladly considered talking to Frank about trying to find and look through the footage. Although ... that did bring up another question. One she'd relay to her partner later ... after this was over, specifically."Whether this was personal or not isn't the point. We're supposed to be partners. Cops. Semper Fi, you traitor I use that in and out of the military. The fact you were tempted with something as lame and petty as greed ... and even a chance to rape me .... "Suki spat in Seth's face."You make me sick. You stain the reputation of any cop who may still be half or completely decent back at headquarters. Asshole."Oddly, she didn't need to think nearly as long as Frank may have expected. In fact, she smirked once he uttered the words 'cell phone'. Without saying a word, Suki dug into his pockets and carefully pulled it out, sliding it into her own rear pocket. All while making sure to avoid touching it too much."I don't know who you think you're talking to, dumbass. Unlike you,I'mstill a cop. You're not needed alive to unlock that cell phone."Suki held her right index finger up more to Frank though it was somewhat directed at Seth."If you're any bit religious, get any last prayers outta the way. I'll be right back."With that, Suki would gracefully turn on her heels. She had originally been ready to pull her own pistol out .. but realized a few seconds later that would have been a death wish. In fact, itembarrassedher that she almost made the most basic mistake ever using her own firearm. Bullets were very easily traceable, especially if one didn't take steps to cover their tracks.A door would open. Frank would note that it was the passenger side one. Rummaging would be heard ... and eventually, Suki would return. The gun had been easy to find. A spare glove was a bit more difficult, but her hand indicated 'difficult' didn't equal 'impossible'."The honest to gods truth is even if you didn't want this from the get go? This was gonna happen. You have no one but to blame for yourself."And with barely any hesitation, Suki rose her arm, pointing right at Seth's head and pulled back on the trigger. No remorse, no hesitation ... one could easily mistake her for someone as ruthless and cold blooded as Frank could be. Unfortunately for Seth, the moment he threatened her with rape ... well ... all mercy had been tossed out of Suki's proverbial window.Ignoring the fact that some blood was splattered on her face, clothes, and the gun she was still holding, she looked back to Frank."Fingerprints ... I know how to scan and check for them. It's one of the few other material possessions I brought with me. So once we get back, I can check and see about getting that decoded. Worst case scenario? We can wait for a good time to visit your friend again."Theyhadsaid, after all, they wouldtryto stay away for a while. They never defined how long that may or may not be. Suki didn't yet immediately move. She first wanted to hear Frank's thoughts, but more than that? She wanted to get at least a hint on whether this display sufficed to make up for her errors she made earlier in the day. Frank watched Suki go back to the car, for a moment he was wondering exactly what she was searching for, till she came back and it became obvious that she was grabbing one of the guns that he kept around the car. He watched satisfied for a moment, he watched as Seth tried to beg, and was summarily executed for his crimes. Frank let out a soft breath feeling his tension ease a bit. He walked up to the small crane they had been using to hoist his feet off the ground. Frank unhooked the locks that kept it firm to the ground, and set it to course watching as it dragged the body off the docks, and dragged it down into the water, where it would cease to be either of their problems.He looked to Suki impressed, as she looked at him, the explication of ways to get the information off the phone made him nod. "I keep a spare change of clothes behind the drivers seat if you wanna borrow it." He said nodding at her current blood splattered look. The implication was get changed now, so that she didn't scare anyone when they got back to the apartment."You did good, sounds like he was a fall guy, he probably didn't know who he was in contact with, but now that they had the phone they could intercept some of the messages he had been sent to get more information from his employers. Once word gets out about his death people are gonna start investigating, but that's part of the job." On both sides really, people would start looking for him. He didn't really like killing cops, but when they were corrupt like this, it was part of the job.It sucked that the guy didn't know much about the women, but this was only the first avenue they had, and with the phone they had a much deeper rabbit hole they could follow now. Getting the spare change of clothes from the care, he tossed her a shirt that would be much longer on her. "Use your old shirt to wipe your face, and clean your hands up, then put on the new stuff, I'll clean the crime scene." He said opening a compartment in the back of the car, finding a bottle of bleach, which he started to splash over the wooden docks."The longer he goes unfound the better for us. We have the initive now to find out who he was working with, but over the next few days we are gonna start loosing that, we aren't just running up against the mafia, but other cops, and I'd rather avoid people who are just doing their job." Suki Kimura O... Oh fuck. What ... did you just ... ?? The reality had finally kicked in, and it did so pretty damn hard. Suki gulped, feeling her heart almost immediately quicken in pace. Even from her military days, she'd never resorted to outright murder. Any killings that had happened were done purely in self defense, or from orders her superiors gave. But this? It didn't fit either of those scenarios.This was murder. In cold blood, no less.He would have killed you! Hell, he admitted he was gonna rape you, remember?! That's why you used a different gun and not your own so you could get away with it!And yet, no matter what she said to herself, it wasn't working. Suki didn't immediately move or respond. Not even when Frank spoke to her.In fact, she remained perfectly stationary and silent until something was thrown over towards her. Instincts kicked in as she grabbed the unknown items, soon feeling they were the clothes Frank had hinted getting into."Was that really right?" she softly asked, moving towards the passenger door and laying the clean shirt down on the seat. The gun was put away first. Suki glanced back ... and after taking another shaky breath or two added, "Umm ... mind ... not looking? I just ... I'd kinda prefer the privacy."Regardless of the answer, Suki knew she had to act, and everything had to be done quickly. She grabbed a half empty bottle of water, removing it from one of the cup holders, and poured some of the cool liquid on her hands to clean them. Luckily, there wasn't much. The side mirror probably wasn't needed ... but she peeked anyway and confirmed that it was indeed her face that needed the most work.So, Suki tilted her head back and splashed some of the water on her face, particularly near her eyes and on her cheeks.The water bottle would be cautiously set back down. Suki's hands deftly moved, beginning to dry and rub any lingering blood away. Simultaneously, she started drying her hands off, cleaning them at the exact same time. And finally ... the moment that she hated but knew was a necessary evil.Suki gripped the hem of her shirt and hastily pulled it off. Save for her breaths, the only other sound Frank would hear were her dog tags jingling lightly. The dirty top would be thrown in the rear seats. The Asian cop, meanwhile, turned around and walked closer towards the scene and, by default, Frank."You want me to do anything? Just to help it all go faster?"The second question had been quickly added. Mainly as a precaution should it sound like Suki wasn't confident Frank couldn't deal with this all on his own. On the contrary, sheknewhe could.Still ... the longer they lingered here, the more they put themselves at risk for being found. Common sense implied this was one of those times where an extra person to assist in cleaning up would be better. But .. if he was already mostly finished, then Suki was just as prepared to get in the passenger's seat and wait to return to the Castle residence. Frank kept his back turned to Suki, as she cleaned herself up, he was busy doing his job, making evidence disappear. Honestly it didn't take much. The body, and the hoist had already sank beneath the dark waters of the peer, taking with it the majority of the mess, cleaning the actual dock was a bit easier, a splashing of chlorine killed most of the DNA evidence. the blood slipped off the aged wood, and the ocean would keep most of the actions here kept secret. "No worries my attention is elsewhere." He said giving her little attention.The main thing he had worried about was the car they had left back in the gym. When the manhunt for Seth began they would retrace his steps, and eventually find his car. He had made sure that they had parked where there no cameras, did he just leave it for the police? In the end, with the secondary crime scene clean going back for the car would cause more problems than simply making it look like he had wondered off in a different direction or disappeared into the night without it.It would raise more questions, but as long as the cops didn't have answers.When Suki asked him if there was anything to do, Frank shook his head. "Scene is about as clean as it gets, by the time anyone tracks down this place, new york weather will have worn this place down even more. The only thing we have to worry about is him resurfacing, but considering he was tied to a metal crane, his arms won't give for a few months."The only real lead the cops had, was Suki, and the fact that she had told her partner about Seth. Of course Suki trusted her partner, but with Seth gone, and that being the only link, it came down to if the man wanted to cover up a murder. A tall order for any cop. Frank wasn't going to say anything. That argument was over, and he would deal with whatever came from it, but it made the timer tick, added pressure to the problems.Frank made his way to the car, getting in, and waiting for Suki to do the same. "How long do you think it will take you to get the phone unlocked?"and with the area secured, Frank started to drive back towards home. Suki Kimura "Hmm .... "Suki reached back, carefully pulling said cell phone out of her pocket. It'd be bad to risk butt dialing someone while they were driving back, after all. She lifted it closer to her face, grinning slightly as already, outlines of fingerprints were beginning to be seen. All over the phone, granted, but that was why Frank got the exact answer he did."Hopefully as soon as a few hours. A day at the absolute latest. You can keep track from the second I get my kit and begin working, if ya want. I wouldn't object on the contrary, I'm curious to see if I've lost my touch or not, so to speak."Either way, it's been a fuck of a while since I've used it. Once the van started up, Suki pushed herself against her seat, using her purposeful movements and the darkness to keep herself as hidden as possible. She was supposed to be on medical leave, after all. It probably would lookweirdif any of her colleagues saw her out and about. It'd definitely be even more suspicious if they realized who was driving the vehicle she was in. 10th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Frank Castle's Residence 23: 22 PM ESTLike Suki had fairly guessed, unlocking the phone had indeed been the easy part. It was just about everything afterwards that was the real challenge. There were more numbers than just family and other people among the NYPD although that in itselfwasa bit of a hint. Were all of these names other dirty cops? It was a possibility, and one Suki had typed up on Frank's laptop in case all of the listed individuals weren't there by mere coincidence.Still, it hadn't escaped her to note the handful of numbers she and Frank could immediately discern weren't labeled as belonging to Seth's wife or any other cops.But ... how to go about dealing with those numbers?For now, Suki had typed all of those down and was in the process of trying to do a reverse look up. Some of the searches came up with results, but a lot refused to give details. Without paying for them, of course which led her to believe they were other cell phone owners, belonged to people who had purposely wanted to avoid being found, both, or even all of the above plus other possibilities that had yet to cross her mind.Her hands rose as she wiped some sleep away from her eyes. The past few days had been both eventful, but very much exhausting. The point emphasized and more easily pointed out as Seth's phone abruptly rang.She left it alone, naturally. Common sense revealed to her why it'd be a disaster if she answered when it should be in Seth's possession. ... That number looks familiar though, she thought, narrowing her eyebrows as she stared down at the numbers. Suki had been ready to shrug the call off, assuming it was another cop.Her guess was only partially correct. It wasn't until her own phone rang and the same number came up that Suki felt her heart skip a few beats."Fuck," she muttered, lightly gripping onto her lower lip before answering. It was probably not the smartest thing to do she knew that deep down. But failing to answer this could end up being just as disastrous. "Booker, you know I still have a week and a half, yes?""You may have even less."" ... Excuse me?""Don't play dumb with me, just answer me honestly. Are you linked to why Seth Sutherland is missing?"" ... Do you hear yourself? I'm out on medical leave, Jonathan.""I also remember our last talk. I'm not stupid, Suki. Maybe not as brilliant as you, but I'm no idiot."Suki was glad this was a phone call and not a face to face talk. Otherwise the sight of her body beginning to shake would easily give away he was on the right track. "What ... what are you going on about anyway? You call me out of the blue and .... I don't know what you're talking about.""So you didn't decide to follow through with your theory and make Seth just 'vanish'? Is that what you're telling me?""What the fuck would I gain from that, huh?! Look, you said it yourself I'm not stupid. I don't evenknowfor sure still if he was who assaulted me in the garage. That was just a hunch ... a lead. One I haven't followed.""So why is your voice shaking?""BECAUSE I'M PISSED OFF! YOU CALL ME AND THINKI'MBEHIND SOME SHADY SHIT?! AFTER WHAT I WENT THROUGH?!" Suki paused, trying to calm herself down ... even if only a little bit. "Okay, okay ... fine. So the shouting wasn't necessarily. But seriously, after the state you saw me in .... really now. Whatwouldbe the point in me trying to be as dumb as my attacker was?"" ... I'd love to believe that. Really, I would. But with it being two days since anyone saw Seth ... and that also being when we last spoke ... understand that frommypoint of view, it's pretty ... shady. I'm sure you know that by now, since the twenty four hour mark has passed, we've began searching. Prove me right, Kimura. I'd hate for my partner to be linked to this somehow. I really would. And it wouldn't be just me. Holland wouldn't be much happier at the thought, either. Hell, I don't think anyone in the force would be glad to know you've become rogue."Booker elicited an exhausted sigh before continuing, "For now ... you're right. Just as you say you have no lead with your own incident, I don't have any definite proof showing you're somehow a part of this mess. But Suki ... it should go without saying that if I find even the slightest bit of evidence to prove otherwise ... Iwillbring you in. You know that, yeah?""Of course.""Okay. I wanna be wrong about this. I hope when I talk or see you next, I won't have to slap cuffs on you. Take care, Kimura."Before she could try to halt them, tears had already started streaming down her face. Her hands covered her eyes, trying to muffle a frustrated scream as best as possible.He's right. You shouldn't have called him back at his friend's house. Now ... because you did ... this is what's happening. If you hadn't ... you'd be off the fucking radar! At least for a while longer if not forever. Either way, she hadn't wanted to take this kind of risk so soon. And yet ... any chance of keeping what she'd done secret was threatening to be brought up and known to the public.Her hands were shaking violently as they lowered and fell to her sides. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as Suki looked around a few times ... before beginning to gather her belongings. She couldn't stay. She'd fucked up, and just as bad as getting caught was knowing this would result in Frank being rediscovered. That in itself would open a whole new can of worms one the NYPD had been so sure they'd kept shut for good. Murder would be but one of the few charges Suki would need to worry about.And Suki knew that perfectly well hinted by her stomach painfully clenching as a tight knot formed.While she didn't know exactly where to go, she just knew she had to move. Likely out of country, if not at least state. The thought fueled her tears, guiding them swifter down her face and onto her shirt, a few dripping off the fabric and onto the floor even. Frank Castle 10th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: Frank Castle's Residence 23: 22 PM ESTFrank hadn't been sleeping so much as he was just resting his eyes, the fact that the Phone seemed to be taking it's time to show up results was annoying him, and he wanted to pull up some of the numbers and check their yellow page posting. See if he could figure out if any of the businesses in the phone were a front for mafia activity. It wasn't that hard to think of, in the past he had dealt with a lot of restaurants that were money laundering businesses. It was a pretty easy book to fudge, that, laundromats, hair stylists and the like were all easy builds for money exchanging hands and fudging books to cover up the sale of illecite items such as drugs, women and the like.It would be his next step, something he would start to work on once Suki had a better idea of all the companies they would be dealing with. His mind drifted over to her, the two of them hadn't spoken much since the interrogation of Seth. He was used to this kind of thing, numb to shooting someone at close range, and how that felt. He was kinda worried about Suki, there was a very big difference between shooting someone on a battlefield and executing someone for their crimes, most people couldn't cross the line she had. Part of him wondered if it was to impress him, or if she had done so because of what the man had tried to do to her.that was when he heard the shouting. His eyes opened, and he could hear pretty clearly what was going on. Her partner had called her back, and was doing exactly what Frank knew would happen once the man stopped showing up to his job. This was the problem with having contacts outside of this life. Even David could be a liability in the future and so he had always tried to keep his team as small as possible, the fact that there even was a team now made him slightly annoyed.Even so he could tell what was going on. Frank got up from where he had been relaxing opening the door to see Suki standing crying, and going for her things, Frank moved to cut her off with ease."If your thinking of bugging out, you can't." He said rather calmly, albeit sternly. He was looking at her seriously for a moment. She was a cop, he didn't want to have to fight her, and certainly didn't want to have to restrain her, but he would if he really had too, the two of them had been partners up until this point and he didn't want to harm that relationship, at the same time he wasn't going to allow her to jeopardize his mission.He cut Suki off from the door, and looked at her sternly. "You run now, and you will be letting down all of the women we are trying to save, not to mention letting the criminals who hurt them go free. You're afraid, but now is not the time to second guess yourself. We've come too far for that."He moved forward, gently putting a hand on Suki's shoulder, he wasn't exactly the best person to help someone in emotional distress, he was stuck in his own dark world, and she had seen a fraction of it now. "We are going to make it through this." There was no doubt in his voice when he spoke, he was strong and resolute. He knew they would survive, and if they didn't than it wouldn't matter anyway. Suki Kimura " ... Can't?" Suki repeated incredulously. Borderline insulted, in fact. "Look, I haven't forgotten your place, your rules. That's fine, but this ... what just happened. That's involvingmylife.Ourlives, if it the whole picture was ever found out. I'm trying to do what's best for us both, okay? So just ... let me do what's necessary, yeah?"Well ... that was a punch to her gut. Suki visibly grimaced when Frank brought up the women they'd saved." ... Have we really, though?" she questioned. Knowing it'd sound off at first, she hastily elaborated, "A lot of those women ... they're repeat victims. If this ... whatever the fuck is going on has been for a while now ... is there really a way we can truly put an end toanyof this?!"At the last part of her inquiry, she stood back up to her full height, arms stretched out to her sides before collapsing beside her hips."Let's put it this way, how long have the NYPD thought you to be 'missing' now? A year? A few? And yet .... for all the people you've killed ... shit's still happening. It'sgoingto keep happening. What are we even doing? At best, pausing and delaying some horrible things from happening to people who don't deserve it, yes. But ... there's no such thing as peace lasting forever. That's why we've been in so many goddamn wars, most of them for the dumbest of reasons."Suki scoffed at herself, her head shaking in annoyance."Yeah ... military was easier and better," she muttered, swallowing softly. Her head lowered as she paused, glancing between Frank and her dufflebag. Her gaze jolted quickly back as the hand landed on her shoulder."Please don't touch me!" Suki whimpered, a shocked gasp mingling in with the plea as she acted on instincts and smacked the hand off. Even took a few steps back ... a good sign, in its own rights. It at least got her further away from the bag, if absolutely nothing else. When it sank in what she'd done, let alone whom to, Suki fell back on the couch."F Frank I ... what do you want me to do when the next week and some odd days pass? If he goes to Holland and gets a warrant ... then what? I lie? I mean .... granted, there's no definite evidence yet, but .... "Her head weakly shook as she looked right into Castle's eyes."Even if I do ... that's not going to work. Not forever. Youknowthat, I'm sure. This is ... this is exactly why I'm trying to vanish. Yes, that'll put a red flag on me. But at least it'donlybe me. You could stay hidden, keep doing your own work. Me? It's ... exactly as you said at your friend's I fucked up. Really badly. I ... I don't .... "Her head moved again from side to side, quicker this time, making her hair whip and smack her face a few times."Is there even a way to fix this? It doesn't feel like it. Not really, and definitely not in a permanent way. There are very few ways this whole goddamn mess can end, and I am counting if I remain here. There's not many with better 'endings' than what Seth got, and ... there's no way you'd want that. I sure as fuck don't. In the best case scenario, they fail to find jack shit against me. But then .... that doesn't fix the dirty cop problem, nor the target oneitherof our heads .... "Not that Frank's was obvious at this very moment. But it was common sense. Ifanyoneaside from Suki ever found out The Punisher was alive, well, and very active ... oh yeah. He'd be in every scope imaginable."I really ...reallywish you'd just move aside and let me go. I'll be the first to admit I'm probably being a bit selfish, and probably stupid. But ... I seriously see few ways to remedy my mistake. Staying feels like I'm gonna make this much worse before better." Frank Castle "You knew this would happen the moment you signed up with me." Frank gave no quarter his hand pulled back when she said not to touch her, but at the same time he did not stand down or get out of her way. He understood her panic, he heard her but at the same time he didn't think that she was serious when it came to running from her problems, she knew that wasn't an option for them, she was just getting cold feet. He didn't blame her for that, but at the same time he didn't agree with her panic attack.This was his war, the streets, and the criminal element were his enemy, he had gone into that war knowing it never ended, she was a bystander. Still he didn't just let her go. "If I need to lock you up with your own handcuffs I will, but I am not letting you past me, you aren't going anywhere." On that he was firm, his eyes scanned her to see how serious she was, he would rather not attack her, but he was also not going to stand down if she escalated that situation."You are having a panic attack, it's normal, we just went through some shit." He said nodding. "I've had a target on my head for a long time, you get used to it.""Listen, You are in this with me, and I'm not gonna let someone kill me until my work is done. I don't know if at the end of this you are gonna get to keep your job, your probably not." He admitted there wasn't much room for a good cop on this cities payroll. "If I was one of the other guys than you might get to end up having a normal life after all of this, but you usually don't. What I know is that right now, your work place can't be trusted.""If I were you, I would resign, say the medical leave wasn't enough and walk away from the job, then work on taking down every single person like Seth. Cause at the end of the day this isn't about us, it's about the innocent people that get caught in the middle, and with people like Seth around that's not gonna stop. These women are going to change from hand to hand, and those people that paid Seth to try and rape you are just gonna find another lacky and the next guy won't be so dumb.""If you run out of the country, it may stop, but can you really live with that?" Frank shook his head. "I can't, I know there people out there doing wrong, and we have the chance to stop them because no one else will. So this isn't about us living through it Suki, it's about making sure they go down." Suki Kimura "I only kinda knew," Suki muttered lowly. Still ... he wasn't wrong. She knew enough that the moment she agreed to help out, things would get messy. To this degree though? Nope. That much she never could have assumed. Hell, the fact she ended up with The Punisher at all was a surprise in its own rights. A man presumed to be dead or at least missing. And yet ... out of all of the people thatcouldhave run into Frankandstayed on his good side ... it had somehow beenherthat met up with him.I think I finally begin to understand what his friend was hinting at, she realized, fighting off the urge to roll her eyes.Regardless of how much or little she began to admit knowing things would make a turn for a worse, the fact remained that it didn't change Suki knew. And it fell under the universal law of being a cop. Technically any position of power, but that had been drilled into her head the most when undergoing training at NYPD's Academy ignorance is never a legitimate excuse for anything.Either way, there was a very clear expression in Suki's eyes one that revealed she wasverytorn. Still seeming to contemplate running, but not making any physical efforts to do so. Her muscles were a lot more relaxed than tensed. There wasn't any indication that made it appear like she was going to run, or try to, anytime soon. To be kind of fair, the more accurate wording was Suki didnotwant to get in a physical confrontation with Frank.Evenifshe could get some decent hits in, it was pretty clear to her whom would win between the two. More than that though, she was just mentally fatigued and stressed. Fighting was a very last ditch effort ... one that she'd only use if pushreallycame to shove."Actually .... that thought has been crossing my mind. Telling them to consider my vacation my two weeks. Because ... you've got things you will and won't do. I have a few of my own. Lying is one I ... no. I'm not doing. I'd rather kill again, even at the expense of my sanity, than lie."Whether it was hearing those words and revelation or something else entirely, Suki let out a long sigh ... and plopped down on the couch. Any tension that may have been lingering in her muscles seemed to fade. Now that she all but confessed that much, it seemed more and more obvious on at least one step that could be taken to work on improving her mess."Okay ... fine. Fine, fine. Point made. And ... no. I couldn't really live with myself much better. Plus ... a lot of other countries aren't much better when it comes to women and their own living situation. Lack of, in some specific nations. I .... know that compared to other places, it actually is a lot better to be a woman here in the States."Considering her immediate option had been to flee somewhere in the Middle East if only because she figured it would be one of the last places anyone in the NYPD would try to look for Suki it made her near decision ironic. But that was a perfect example of where life tended to be harder for females." ... Fine. Fine, okay ... "Her hands rose beside her head, with the right weakly moving back and forth, as if she were waving an invisible, white flag."I get it. Really, I do. And ... to help prove it, you can look at what I have managed to decipher. It's been a hit and miss. About half of these have been cell numbers. But there have been some actual businesses we can visit that Seth had contact with. I've labeled them all appropriately."And even when Frank got closer to Suki, it would seem she hadn't just spoken to appeal to him. She didn't get up and run back to the bag. She stayed put, having seemed to agreed that running would be stupider as opposed to smarter like she initially thought."Thanks for smacking sense into me. If it ever needs to turn to a literal point ... please do. I umm ... it's been a while since I've had support with these panic attacks. It feels nice to have someone who does actually understand and isn't just bullshitting me."Maybe not with the attempted rape part, he couldn't relate at least she doubted that. But having knowledge that Frank, too, was a veteran ... that was enough. Far more than many other people Suki knew had. Even rarer was seeing exactly what Suki pointed out he was being completely real and serious. Almost anyone else would have likely lied their asses off. And all or a good chunk in hopes of being able to get a chance to have an easy, or at least free, fuck session. Frank Castle When she told him that she would rather kill than have to lie about something like this he was honestly a little torn. Frank tried his best to make sure that he never invited people into his world. It was too dark. Too constant. Yet he had brought Suki into his war, and she was starting to see the price of it. He wasn't exactly sure how the war would end, he wasn't sure if she would be able to handle everything, but he sat down across from her. He was glad that she wasn't trying to bolt, and he did listen to her."I'm sorry." He said softly. "I try not to bring too many people into the inner circle, cause the way I live it doesn't get better. But I'm here for you." He was about to reach out till he remembered that she said not to touch her, and he backed away, his hands going to his lap as he looked at Suki."We're a unit now. Smacking sense into one another keeping ourselves on target it's what we do." He said with a soft smile, despite how this had gone he was glad to have someone he could trust, someone whom could hold their own and watch his back. It was good to know that there were people out here whom could fight with him. "The Panic attacks, I get them too from time to time. Every now and then you have a brief moment where you wake up, and you look at everything you have done and it seems impossible, than I get up out of that bed, and I focus on the parts I need to do.""I wasn't joking when I said this was my war, you have probably heard stories about how deep this all goes for me. The lengths i put myself through to get the job done. But if I don't, if I don't put myself to those lengths than I feel like I'm just letting innocent people get hurt."Frank rubbed his face for a moment before focusing on Suki. On the things she had found, and going over them. The cellphones were good, but it was the business numbers he focused on. "Seth was a fall guy, i doubt that he had any cellphone numbers that would call him directly. He was also married." He rubbed his chin. "If people think Seth's a loose end, they may go after her." Suki Kimura "Do you regret it? Your lifestyle, I mean?"Suki took a moment to lock eyes with Frank's before lifting her head and slowly looking around at their settings. From the inside of the small house to any pictures hanging up, curtains, literally anything that reflected in her light blue eyes. Slowly but surely, they landed back on Frank. "I know bits and pieces about you. I can't say nearly as much as the higher ups do, though."It was here that Suki paused, realizing that due to his absence, her words may sound a bit ... weird. So, she went silent and decided to backtrack and help him get up to speed."After you 'vanished' from the public eye, it wasn't just the media that ceased talking about you. NYPD did also. Because ... why bother, right? It didn't matter. As far as everyone else was concerned, the Punisher was gone and out of everyone's hair. Suffice to say, your files have since been untouched. Not erased, mind you they weren'tthatstupid. But they're not immediately in reach, either. It'd take a bit for anyone to find and properly retrieve them. So with that being said .... knowing you're still an unknown factor, I guess my main question is .... ""If you could ... don't be fucking stupid. He basically answered that inquiry not too long ago." So, instead, Suki altered it to what sounded like a more fair rhetorical musing."What's the one moment from your past you'd change? Everyone's got one, and right now? It's steadily feeling like I should have stayed in the Army."Sure, her sister would still be dead. But the concept of Semper Fidelis had been much stronger there than the past few years cooperating with the police. A saddening thought the more Suki dwelled on it. But ... there was no point lying to herself. Between murdering Seth and everything she'd found on his phone, it all confirmed her fears from when this bullshit started. There was a very high chance that there were other dirty cops. Even though some part of Sukistilldidn't want to, she knew the right move to make was do what she'd vowed.Quit. Leave the force.Well, that'll be a fun call to make tomorrow, she thought, rolling her eyes at herself."Is it .... do you ever miss your military unit? Is it weird I do, or ... is that some weird, typical side effect I never heard about?"Not her best joke, but humor had never been Suki's strong suit. Regardless, a smile managed to adorn her face as she instinctively reached down and grasped the dog tags buried underneath her shirt. The metal necklace was one of the few things Sukineverleft any place without. Her wallet was one of the other items she always had on her, with her cell phone being the third." ... Sorry. I'm rambling, aren't I? You can also hint when I need to shut up."A slight grimace appeared on her face as Castle gave his own concern. He probably wasn't wrong, but ..."And we'd go aboutthathow now? I mean ... if I just appeared in her residence with little explanation, wouldn't that imply a bit ... much? Namely regarding her husband?"Of course, there was a good chance that they may be too late. Hell, for all Suki and Frank knew, Seth's spouse may not even be alive. That thought caused Suki to frown more."Even with your logic being right, I don't wanna agree to this and waltz foolishly into a trap. Definitely not without having a plan, because ... that may be exactly what they want. In fact ... wouldn't it be better if you used your sniper rifle again? Like you did at the pier and kept yourself hidden? All it'll take is one domino to tip over and ... "Suki snapped her fingers."It's gonna go around that you're not just alive, but well and very active. Which ... would be fine if that'salleveryone would learn."Her head shook."That's not likely what'll be told though, and I'm sure you know that. Me being your partner will likely also be relayed and ... that's just gonna give Booker more incentive to ask for a warrant to properly look into me, if not outright arrest me."Of course, that'd be what he'd say. The more harsh reality was it'd likely be a coded message. There would be a higher chance of Suki being murdered as opposed to outright arrested.Still, in order for it to look like a legit accident or whatnot, it would mean the chain of command would need to be followed. Which thus meant steps had to be followed ... including her soon to be former partner getting consent to shift his attention to her instead of whatever task he was actually supposed to be working on."Nonetheless, I'll be the first to admit I may just be over thinking. That is a flaw of mine. So ... if you think that or have a better idea on how to check up on the missus, say it. I'm drawing more lines than conjuring ideas like I usually would.""You can thank Booker for that," Suki internally quipped. Just because the mess that had come up was partly her fault didn't mean she wasn't still annoyed at it. Besides, that was the keyword partially her fault. She wouldn't and outright refused to take all of the blame about Jonathan hinting he had his sights on her. Frank Castle "I don't regret it. I've tried to leave it behind me a couple times, did odd jobs for a living, demolitions, construction physical body work to keep my mind off of things, but every time i do someone gets hurt. I focus on that. I do what I do because I need there to be a better day. I don't go after little things, shoplifting, petty theft. I focus my effort on crimes where people get hurt, the serial killers, the rapists, the ones that need someone to stop them. Every single person I stop prevents someone else from getting hurt."The one moment he would have changed, it was a rough question to answer, the answer probably seemed obvious. It wasn't a happy one to think about, he leaned back into his chair, her thought was leaving the army. He supposed in some way had he stayed in Iraq he wouldn't have to think about the one moment he would change. "Central Park." He said after a few more seconds of debate. "Truth knowing what I know now. I don't know how I would change it. Probably would have rather made it that my daughter had lived instead of me.""Sorry that's a bit of a dark answer, but it's one of the things that always runs past my mind." He shook his head. He was trying to be in a better mood, and he nodded talking about the army was a better relief in his mind."It's not unusual. While you are serving in the army, everyone is like a family you keep them safe and they look after you. I have a friend that runs a veteran outreach program, I go to the meetings sometimes. Everyone has a story of being pulled out of a fox hole, or someone who helped look after them." He smiled at the memory of his own stories. "It can be hard to walk away from that."When she went into what would happen when he was found out he shrugged. "I've been at large before. I've learned a few tricks, I am not worried about being discovered, and if that is what it takes to get the results than it's what I will do. I have safe houses set up through the city, when we get on the news it will get a bit difficult to move around, but at this point... more people are afraid of me than are willing to admit."He looked at Suki. "If you do get captured by the police you don't have to go down with the ship. You can tell them that I coerced you into working with me, knowing my reputation no one would second guess it.""I know you said you would rather kill than lie, but working with me doesn't have to be the end of your life. It wasn't for David.""But right now the important thing is that we get these women free." He sighed leaning back into his chair. "but what about you? if we get this job finished, and you get to go into a free life... what would you do? go back to the army?" Suki Kimura Suki grimly nodded. It was unfortunate, but ... he was right. Particularly as of the very recent past, people like rapists and serial killers weren't getting what they deserved. More and more, the justice system was proving it was very flawed in some form or fashion. Lawyers weren't good enough, or they represented the wrong people. Sometimes, it was the jury that got chosen for these cases. But honestly? The biggest issue were the judges who ended up giving the final verdict."Yeah ... it ummm .... fuck."That really was the best answer to offer. There wasn't much more thatcouldbe added, nor was required to prove her point."You're not wrong. But ... if you'll allow me to play Devil's Advocate for a few seconds, therehavebeen some people who have gotten the right verdicts. Still ... you're not incorrect, either. Too many have gotten off easy, or eluded capture altogether."Her mind briefly went back to that one evening. The one party she lost her innocence. A few tears pricked the corners of her eyes as Suki chuckled weakly."Maybe lawyer was what I should have thought about, not cop. Back then, it seemed like a good idea. Now, I'm twenty five and suddenly feeling lost. Questioning most of what I've done and if any of it was right or not."Once again, her job in the military was the only thing feeling even remotely 'right'. Something that was honestly annoying Suki a bit.So ... justified killings are better than trying to deal with corruption and crime? "You ... oh shit."Granted. there had been a few times Suki had wandered through the house and noted certain rooms looked as if people had lived in them before. This didn't really seem like the kind of place that heldonlyone person, after all. It was meant for a family. So the thought had crossed her mind. She just ... didn't know how to bring it up. Or whether to even do that."Well ... it is, yeah. But if I ever had a kid, I'd trade places with them in a heartbeat. Allow them the chance to live in my stead. Families though ... you don't start those with random people. So ... "She shrugged, knowing he could piece well enough where her trailed off thoughts were going towards."Some days, I feel like I'd have more luck adopting instead. Or maybe ... that's not a path I should travel to begin with. At least ... not while I'm dealing with this mafia fiasco."Definitely not that last sentence, though Frank wouldn't be mistaken to note the omitted part Suki had hinted at, but not said out loud. She was also afraid of being a horrible mom.A soft breath elicited as the topic finally got changed. For now, Suki was more than fine with that. The more precise wording was she'd worried talking about family would come off as a slap to Frank, particularly since he'd lost his own. That was definitely not her intention. Simultaneously, hehadbeen the one to bring it up. He hadn't really ever lashed out at Suki so far. Not even for calling Booker at Lieberman's place.Upset, yes. But screaming or getting in her face? Nah. He'd never done that.Still, she wouldn't have blamed him too much for losing a few seconds of his control and done just that with a much more sensitive topic. So in that regard? It was why the Asian was glad the topic had changed.Suki nodded, feeling at least more confident in hearing Frank did have some back up plans in the forms of safe houses. Her hands slammed on the table, head shaking firmly no."Absolutely not. Frank, this is one argument you're not gonna win with me, nor convince me to change my mind about. I'm not lying. Least of all about being forced by you to work by your side. It'd be the same if we were in the military together. I'd own up to my mistake. This was something I agreed upon to myself if this goes really far south in the long run, I'm fully prepared and expecting to take every consequence that comes from my actions and decisions. From executing Seth to everything before and after that."Another exhale, this one meant to help calm Suki down. Her goal wasn't to bitch at Castle, after all. Shedid, however, want to voice she wasveryserious about some of her beliefs staying the same."Besides ... if they end up using a polygraph test? It'd make your suggestion pointless. The problem with your idea, in fact, is they know me as well as they know you. So evenifit sounds like something you'd probably have done ... they know it's not an easy feat to make me through any means, at that rate work with someone else. Especially if it leads to breaking the rules. Some people can fool those tests .... "Suki's head slowly moved from side to side."Fuck if I know how they do it, but I'm not one of those people. As for what I'd do? I'm not certain. Military's a possibility, but not a definite answer. Contrary to how I acted a few moments ago, I'm rather enjoying being around you. You're fun in your own weird ways. So unless you accompanied me into the Army, I'm not sure I'd wanna leave so easily."A more genuine grin appeared for the first time in quite a while. Several hours, give or take. Alas now ... they were both back to the same starting point. To save Seth's wife or not."Well ... okay. Let's do a hypothetical scenario for a bit. Let's assume we're not too late and Seth's wife can still be saved. When do we head out and most importantly where do we help her go? One of your safe houses? Somewhere else completely?"In the grand scheme of things, even Suki admitted they didn'thaveto really explain why or how they knew she was in danger. In fact, if she was in the midst of being hunted down already ... she may be too shaken to ask. Even though it resulted in Suki feeling a bit horrible with herself, some part of her was alright with not being asked many questions. It reallywouldbe awkward as fuck to admit she was speaking with the same individual who had made her become a widow. Frank Castle "Oh this house isn't like that." He said softly. "About a month or two back I saved a young mans life, he owned the apartment and after we spent a bit of time speaking to one another he let me stay here rent free while he is flipping a house in main." Frank admitted he was basically squating but it was at least a lawful squat, a form of house sitting as it were. Even so he was prepared to move if the home was found out, and he had made sure to keep enough plausible denyability if it did get raided so that his friend could claim innocence. From the way that Suki had reacted it seemed like she thought this was a former drug den or gang banger home, and while he knew a few abandoned buildings like that his safe houses were usually more innocent than that.It seemed he lost the argument when it came to her giving herself some plausible deniability as well. The fact that she would rather serve time than attempt to sell him out meant a lot, but when she said that she had enjoyed her time with him he cracked and couldn't help but laugh at that comment. Nothing the two of them had really been fun as the word suggested, but he had to admit that he had enjoyed having someone to talk too, someone who was at least good enough at conversation.Despite everything the two had to face he had to admit that he enjoyed her company a lot. "I don't know I've been doing what I do for so long now I'm not sure I know what a normal life looks like anymore." He said softly, but he caught something about her words, the way she talked about having him near, and the fact that she wouldn't start a family with just anyone. "The army isn't a bad idea, but I'm not sure if I could. Too many psyche evaluations they may not take me back without demanding therapy hours."Was she implying that she would start one with him? He tried to deflect from those comments for a little while, when she talked about going after Seth's wife if she was still alive, he ran a hand along his chin and considered. "Honestly I'd want her out of state, probably get her on the next greyhound buss to mane if it were up to me."Keeping anyone alive who was untrained and unknown at this point would be difficult, it would have been better to just extract and get them out. "Cash for a bus ticket is easy enough to get. The only real issue is do we think that she was in on it, or was she just another victim. Either way we should expect a trap. The Mafia hired Seth to hurt you, by now they probably know Seth is gone, they never tried his cellphone so we can assume that they assume the worst.""If the first assassin fails, they will hire someone better to do the second hit." Frank said. "Either way we should go in the morning. While I don't like the idea of working in daylight it's probably safer." Suki Kimura "I see ... okay."Well ... that definitely helped Suki feel less awkward. If she'd been in the exact same place where Frank and his family had resided ... it probably would have been too uncomfortable. She was already unintentionally, but still taking a role of sorts in Frank's life. Maybe not to the degree of a lover or even wife. But ... it was much more than just an acquaintance."Would she even ... ??" Those thoughts were quickly snuffed before they could even finish echoing in Suki's head. Evenifthe answer was yes ... that'd require a lot more scenarios to happen. All very specific ones, too ... with each having a less likely chance to happen than the next step.You're being too hopeful. Maybe get a shower in ... She didn't need it due to bad odor or anything however, perhaps to help get rid of any lingering blood, yeah. That seemed like a fair enough idea."Fair enough. Psychological evaluations can get really repetitive after a bit. It's typically the same shit, new person. Well ... then even if your other friend was right, I'd rather take the chance and stay near you. I mean, fuck. None of us are immortal to begin with. I'd die even if I hadn't met you. So ... "She shrugged, allowing her thought to remain unfinished."State, huh?"Suki latched briefly onto her lower lip before slowly nodding. "Hopefully that'll be enough, but ... it's something. Definitely a start in the right direction, so .... sure. Let's try that."A soft chuckle passed her lips as she heard the rest of the idea tossed over, "Morning, eh? If you're gonna be fine waking up at an ungodly hour, alright. Just don't bitch if I have to wake you up somehow. I'm used to those, so you shouldn't have to worry about me. Well then ... " Her head tilted as she went quiet once again, now wondering if there was anything else to bring up. When the answer came up as a 'not really', she sighed softly and stood up."I may as well turn in while it's nottoolate and get some shut eye."A quick peek at the lower right corner of the laptop revealed it was a bit past midnight. Twenty six minutes after, to be precise. Good. She could get a decent seven plus hours of rest and be more than alert for their new mission.Suki began to walk by, heading for the stairs ... but stopped when she was right behind Frank. She looked down, seeming to think yet again. Without any real warning, she leaned down and wrapped her arms around him in a hug."You're probably not the kind of guy for these sorts of things, so ... sorry, not really. I'm being a bit selfish. But umm ... really, thanks for helping me out. I did need the wake up call. And I do appreciate the assistance."Even though part of her considered pushing her luck and giving his cheek a kiss, Suki decided that was going a bit too far. So, even though his body felt nice against hers, she reluctantly forced herself to let go. Her footsteps would ascend the stairs. Eventually, Frank would hear the water turn on, hinting before she passed out she was getting herself cleaned up and presentable.The water would only run for about ten minutes, if even that, before shutting off. The light where he'd been letting Suki sleep vanished, leaving Frank alone with the laptop and all of the data Suki had been putting, collecting, and saving since they began working together. The sheets that weren't pulled up were accessible on the desktop, having been put there as opposed to a folder .... though Suki promised herself to change that.She'd kept everything in the open for simplicity's sake.However, she knew not everything would remain 'easy' forever. 11th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: En Route To The Sutherland Residence 8:52 AM EST So ... it wasn't as early as Suki had wanted. But considering it wasn't even ten o'clock yet? This was a good enough start. And probably the best she'd get.Apparently though, Frank had seemed to need a bit of extra rest. In fact, he looked like he barely got any shut eye, if any ... which honestly worried her."You sure you don't wanna stay in the van and I handle this?"Of course, considering she was asking this as they were already on their way to Seth's house ... it seemed pretty damn redundant. But still ... she could at least extend the offer. It'd make Suki feel better if she tried and failed than outright not mentioning it." .... Just ... don't you dare fall asleep behind the wheel. The moment it looks like you're about to, I'm driving."The lack of a word such as 'deal?' implied this was another thing she wouldn't allow to be negotiated. Not easily, anyway.Until they arrived, Suki had time. And so, she used that to do a look over .... even though she'd done several of those back at Frank's place. Civilian clothes, check. No blood from the widow's spouse anywhere on her clothes or body? Fuck yes, check. Gun tucked away in her rear pocket? Triple check once again.The gun, obviously, was more for any mafia that may or may not try to show up."I'd like tohopebecause of the way Seth spoke about her, she's just ... an unfortunate innocent dragged into this. Any woman with enough of an IQ would divorce a bastard like him the second they learned the shit he was into. I haven't met her before or anything, but ... I can hope."The last few words were mumbled and much more directed at herself than her partner. But she wouldn't object if he replied to them. On the contrary, maybe it'd help her feel less anxious and more reassured he was, indeed, awake and able to drive well enough.A deep breath resounded as Suki's feet tapped impatiently, her head promptly plopping and resting against the headboard behind the young Asian. She didn't like waiting least of all when it was for something urgent. Unfortunately, it was all shecoulddo wait and hope they hadn't acted too late. Frank Castle Frank hadn't had a hug in a long time, and realized shortly just how much he had missed something like that. He felt her body linger against his own, and he even managed to return some of her hug. She told him that she didn't think he was for this kind of thing, but the truth was he had just realized exactly how much he missed being hugged, how much he had missed any kind of physical touch. He had been so long that it had been easier for him to ignore that part of his life.Watching her go, he was suddenly left with the realization that she was attracted to him, and that wasn't really the scary part of it. The part that was difficult for him to realize was that he had a soft spot for her.He thought he was more or less immune to having feelings for people, or being attracted to another, but he was falling for Suki.Was that okay? was he okay with that idea?What about Maria?Maria had been dead for 4 years now. Was it okay to move on? could he? He had spent every waking second avenging his family, but everyone who was more or less connected to their death was gone, after getting these girls free what the hell was he supposed to do? He rubbed his eyes feeling a very different kind of tired take over his body, a soft sort of melancholy that stuck with him even as he got up to go to bed he could hear the water running and would take his shower when he woke up in the morning.Of course he couldn't help but think about Suki's body naked under that water, but he had to snap out of that quickly. She had nearly been raped, and she had told him that she had survived one other attempt. Sex was probably out of the picture.And even then Maria! Would she have moved on by now if their places were switched? Would he want her to move on? There was the obvious answer which was yes he would have wanted his wife to be happy if he was dead, but there was also a very selfish part of him that had to admit no, the thought of Maria with anyone else even if he had been dead in this scenario would disgust him. So he shouldn't entertain any fantasies about anyone else.So we just stay alone?Frank laid down on his bed, and let out a soft frustrated sigh, he already knew he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. 11th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: En Route To The Sutherland Residence 8:52 AM EST Frank held up the glass of coffee. "I've had late nights and early mornings before I'm gonna be fine." The questions had haunted him all through the night and he had tossed and turned in his sleep, dreams came and went too fast for him to really recognize what was going on in the long run. He hadn't really settled on any options.The idea of leaving the Southerland house entirely to Suki was a bad one. Really he thought for a moment that he should really be the one to go up to the house. No one expected him, for all they knew the police may have been monitoring the home, and Suki showing up at the place could be used as evidence against her.He was starting to regret ever pitching this as a mission.Still the thought that Seth's wife could be an innocent wrapped up in a bad situation had crossed his mind as well. Thinking it over he was pretty sure Seth had called his wife a victim. "People often stay with their abusers out of fear. Divorce rarely works in those cases, most of them end up running away to womens shelters."He looked at the street as they pulled up. cars were lined up it wasa residential area for sure, but nothing was out of ordinary so far. "Do you see any squad cars that would be used for house monitoring?" Suki Kimura Suki stared at Frank, almost half expecting his eyes to start closing or his exhaustion to kick in. Not everyone could consume caffeine and have it work for them, after all. She didn't knoweverythingabout the Punisher mainly the basics, more than much else. And even then, those were more linked to his work habits rather than food or drink preferences.In the end, though, it seemed like he hadn't just said he was fine to reassure her. The van remained steady and there appeared to be no dire reason to fret.A soft breath passed her lips as Suki shifted in her seat. She tugged at her shirt, pulling and making damn sure her bulletproof vest was concealed under her shirt. It likely looked a bit bulky ... and may give away she was wearing one. Hopefully, though, the precaution would go mostly if not completely unnoticed should any mafia already be at the Sutherland residence. Simultaneously, she ensured to cover her gun, keeping it hidden as best as possible."It didn't come off like he was resorting to physical abuse. Maybe neglect ... not loving her as much as he could have ... "Suki shrugged. Honestly, at this point, it didn't matter. That bastard was thankfully gone. Someone she'd never have to worry about. And if his 'true colors' had been any indication to go off of? She'd done Anna a favor in the long run, even if it could be argued otherwise.As Frank parked the van, Suki stayed put. Partly to figure out how to go about approaching this issue. It still would be a tad bit awkward, even if she could avoid admitting the reason Seth was dead was due to her. But there was another reason she hadn't immediately exited the vehicle she was checking their surroundings. Looking for any clues they'd come over too late or even seeking an answer to Frank's question."Nah. We're definitely in the clear as far as covert squad cars go. So ... it's whether we got here quick enough or not."Suki took another breath, a hand running through her hair as she stared out the window for a few more moments before unbuckling herself."Well ... I guess here goes everything and nothing, huh?"Slipping out of the passenger seat, Suki walked up towards the front door. Her fist clenched, but before she could knock, the first red flag caught her eyes. The door was already open ajar. Suki grimaced, turning and nodding firmly to Frank. She then peeked around, double and triple checking no one was about to leave their own house before withdrawing her gun."Missus Sutherland?" she called out in a soft but audible voice, finally proceeding to knock.No verbal response was given. The door merely creaked as it very gradually widened, opening further for the two. ... Goddamnit ... Already, Suki was wishing she'd been more adamant on Frank staying behind. Ironically seeming to sharing the exact same sentiment he was. But with the door already open and them being in broad daylight like this, time was of the essence. It woulddefinitelybe bad if anyone saweitherof them here armed and looking like they had just taken the role of the bad guys when they were anything but that.A few muffled whimpers would be the first thing Suki heard. She quickly but quietly as possible followed the noises. Eventually, she and Frank would enter the living room ... where the curtains were pulled shut to help hide an already bound and gagged Anna Sutherland."Fuck," Suki whispered, tucking her gun back away as she moved towards the clearly terrified woman. "We're here to help, okay? Calm down ... we're not gonna hurt you." Frank Castle Frank got out of the car, and stayed alert. Coffee was great but there really was no better thing to wake someone up than a warzone, and while this wasn't the war he had fought in the military he was very familiar with the idea of breaching a door. When the door creaked open he knew something was wrong, drawing his gun and keeping it centered to the ground he was more than confident that something was about to go wrong.The sound of a muffled whimper made Frank more warry, Frank covered Suki. Something was wrong, and while frank knew that he was following her. There was a part of him that screamed for more patience in their approach, checking corners with more than a glance looking for hiding spots, but the threat of an injured woman was more than the two seemed to be able to wait for.When they got to her, they found her gagged and tied up, and instantly Frank cursed. He turned to press his back towards Suki and check the door, which slammed shut, "It's a trap."Frank had thought of the possibility last night, and yet somehow they had managed to walk directly into it. The door behind them slammed shut, and suddenly there was movement. Still he stated the obvious and felt stupid for even having to say it.There was the unmistakable sound of a pin being pulled, and a small metal can was tossed into the room from one of the corners they had failed to check, the small item bounced for a second, and frank cursed under his breath.But he couldn't hear his own curse as their was a bang that filled the room like thunder, and a light as bright looking into a sun disorienting and painful, Frank felt like he was caught with his pants down, multiple figures more than he could count with guns pointed towards them entered the room.Frank's eyes couldn't adjust everything was shaking, and he fired into the crowd, trying to aim between the double vision, he was rewarded with a yelp of pain, but not much else as Frank made a dive for any cover that this room provided. Suki Kimura " ... We knew that was a possibility, Frank," Suki replied calmly but firmly. The better wording was she'd bemoreamazed if they had been able to do this without any consequences. Thiswasthe mafia they were dealing with, after all. Their crimes were by no means 'perfect' when it came to being organized, but that was exactly what it meant. And so .... it seemed a bit of a given that they may be a few stepsbehindtheir opponent as opposed to in front like the two were accustomed to.However, even Suki couldn't fully admit the door shutting was something she took into account."Frank, got a blade on you so I can free her?"Her eyes widened as the next and far more dangerous unexpected factor was literally thrown into the room. "Shit!" she hissed, raising her arms as quickly as possible to lessen the light flashing in her eyes. ... Flashbangs? Why the fuck are they using those? Being organized was one thing. But this ... it was bordering dealing with people who were good at guerrilla warfare tactics. Already, this made them much more dangerous than Suki originally expected.Suki's free hand rose to cover one of her ears, though she could feel it had happened a few seconds too late. The flashbang had already landed and goddamn ... that impact. Her head was already beginning to throb."Oh fuck! She's n a ne!"It was at these words her eyes slowly began to open, arm lowering to give Suki the ability to see. Try to, anyway."D 't mo !!"It was only kinda understood what was being said, but not very well. Either way, even if it was against her better judgement, she went against the warning and hastily crawled behind a recliner. The couch had been her first thought, but ... not with Anna on it. That'd put her at an even more unnecessary risk than she was already in.Suki would barely finish hiding before her own cry joined whomever Frank had got. Her head jerked as she found her left leg had gotten hit.... Well, nowhere near an overly dangerous area, like the kneecap. That much was good.Still though ... she thought, biting her lower lip in annoyance as she shakily panted and breathed in between winces. This wasn't her first time being shot. Just in a while ... long enough for her body to temporarily forget what the sensation had felt like. Her head lifted as she finally snapped out of her trance and grasped her gun once again."Don't even think about it. That last hit was a generous warning. Next time, it'll be worse."Suki fought off the urge to audibly scoff.Uh huh, right. Dude, I don't know who you're trying to fool, but it ain't me. The Asian cop carefully peeked out from behind, trying to find the nearest person to shoot at. Right before she could pull back on the trigger, a separate barrel found her own head."Drop it.Now."Suki's head shamefully bowed. This wasmortifyingfor her. Third fucking time Frank saw her so easily overpowered and disarmed. And this time, it was even more up close than the last encounters. A handful of her hair was wrapped in a foreign fist, yanking Suki out from her hiding spot, having little regard or care that she'd already gotten shot."You have till five to come out, whoever you are. Otherwise, we just off her now. Five ... four .... "Please just finish them. You can do this much faster and better than me ... you wanted to save her. So do exactly that. If it means trading my ability to live, then fine. Please, Frank ... Frank Castle In terms of cover there hadn't been much, Frank had managed to roll under a table, while his body readjusted. He hadn't thought anyone would be organized. It seemed the mafia had gotten their shit together quickly. This put them at a caliber of strength that he wasn't expecting. He felt sick, his ears were still ringing, but he was able to snap himself out of it rather quickly.The feeling of shellshock passed him over thanks to years of traning, he saw Suki get caught and cursed under his breath, the guy was counting, and frank had to make some kind of move.He brought his knees up folding himself under the table so that his boots could press against the heavy wood, it wasn't much but it was the best he had. the man counted to two, and frank took a breath springing himself up, kicking the table up and over towards the one gunman holding Suki.The heavy wood went flying and caught the man forcing him to turn away, and in that single moment that his gun wasn't pointed towards Suki's head Frank fired, and struck the man in the head. He rolled forward keeping himself low and shot one more of the enemy watching him fall.One of the gunmen opened up on Frank hitting his back, the jacket he was wearing hid the vest well enough, that as it ripped open he could turn towards the man and shoot him down.four of his seven rounds spent. He was looking at Suki now,'come on partner shoot them already fight back'There was one more gun shot that rang out not at frank, not at Suki, the bullet whizzed past both of them, and struck Anna in the chest, pushing her chair back over.Frank had in a sense made his choice, he had chosen to protect Suki and leave the other woman vulnerable to attack.He didn't want to lose someone important to him, not again.even if that meant he had to sacrifice the one he didn't know. Suki Kimura "Frank .... "It was the only thing Suki could muster. The only word that could escape her throat with no real restrictions or problems. She stared, clearly looking shocked. Him saving her back at the pier .... that was one thing. He approached her the next day and hinted he viewed her as an aid. An asset to him. So that ... that made sense.But now? This?He'd brought up this idea so they could get toAnnaand free her.Why'd you ... ?? Why me? Suki instinctively ducked down as another shot rang out. However, when another muffled, pained whine resounded, she peeked over to see blood flowing from the couch."No ... "Everything they had just came here to try to fix ... the very person they'd come for ... shot. And from the looks of things? Very much dead. Suki's head slumped against the chair. Staring up in disbelief this was a goddamn house, for crying out loud! Why were places likethissuddenly becoming war zones?This isn't right ... this isn't fucking right! "Holy fuck! Is that Frank Castle?!"Suki's eyes widened and finally, something snapped in her. She didn't think. Her body had abruptly shifted to what could best be described as an 'auto pilot' mode. She took hold of the man whom had been holding her at gun point mere moments ago and grasped that instead. Her eyes then narrowed, and an even stronger sense of resolve could be seen and sensed within the cop.Had Seth tried to discard her story about Suki being offered a place within the Green Berets ... now was the moment she got rid of any and all doubts.Her sight had adjusted well enough for Suki to pivot and take aim at the next closest assailant. Thebang!would ring out so fast that it was barely noticed. Same with how quickly and accurately the bullet found the man's forehead the easiest, tell tale sign was when he fell forward, bleeding from between his eyes.Even though these men had come in with pistols and AR 15s, Suki was using them as if they were sniper rifles. And with as great accuracy as Frank showed the first night he found her, if not a tad bit better.Two more shots would echo in the house, causing two more bodies to slump on the floor. All bleeding, all very much dead ... leaving a heavily breathing and panting Suki, who was slightly shaking. Her gaze moved, looking back to Frank once more ... only to have everything she wanted to say get stuck in her throat again.Instead, she crawled towards the couch, hissing every now and again as a surge of pain shot through her leg where the bullet was still embedded. Wordlessly, Suki placed her ear atop Anna's chest ... and punched the floor angrily."Fuck .... goddamnit!"An arm angrily wiped tears that had started to form. No more. Not again. She'd done far too much of that shit over the past ... what? Week now? Too long was the point, and even more was the number of times Frank had seen her get this stupidly emotional.Besides, there was a more valid concern, one that Suki finally managed to voice as she turned back towards Frank."We need to leave. Now. None of these really have silencers, so .... someone's probably heard and called the police."Before moving away, Suki did what Anna hadn't been able to and helped close the poor woman's eyes for her. She then crawled back over. Leaving her gun here would be really bad, after all.But Suki never got to grab her firearm. Not before something appeared in her face. It didn't click as soon as it should have ... and by the time it did, Suki was panicking.It was a pillow being firmly held against her mouth and face."FRANK!!!!!!!!!!"Even if her screams hadn't been heard, the struggles definitely would be. But the harder she fought, the tighter the grip got. Suki was definitely feeling each second ticking by faster, and with them, her conscious slipping quicker. Her arms went from flailing frantically in hopes of grabbing her assailant to falling limp at her sides.Slowly but very surely the rest of her body was beginning to follow suit. Her chest was rising and falling ... though not at the pace it should be. Color was beginning to drain from her skin. And even when Suki completely stopped moving and even breathing, the remaining mafia guy wasn't. He seemed determined to get rid of their assigned target this time around. It was bad enough everyone else had failed.But if his comrades were right in identifying she was with Frank Castle?All more the reason she needed to die. Now, too, not later.While still keeping the pillow held, he began to reach for one of the littered guns, ready to make damn sure he succeeded where everyone else had failed. Frank Castle "Holy fuck! Is that Frank Castle?!" Frank knew that eventually someone was going to recognize him, and find out that he was still alive. Thankfully this time however the man did not live very long to tell the story about how he had met the Punisher.The two of them worked together, With Suki focused and in autopilot the room was cleared rather quickly, and gracefully without much further inury to either of them. When she went to grab her gun, he was already picking up his own. By the end of the fire fight if he was counting right he only had one in the chamber. Suki went to grab her gun, and he was about ready to hike it out of the place.Except he heard her muffled scream, causing him to run back into the primary crime scene, seeing a man still alive, maybe the one he had injured in the start of the fight holding a pillow to Suki's face. He shot the man, lifting up the pillow to find Suki had already paled, his ear went to her mouth checking for her breathing, and he immediately cursed.Frank flew into action, his hands joining together over Suki's solar plexus, this was going to hurt, but it would be worth it if she lived, he couldn't loose another person he cared about. '1...2...3' He pressed down on her chest hard, before going to her lips to attempt to give life giving air, his ear checked Suki again, no response.1...2...3 How long had she been suffocated for? how long could he manage to do this for? A sort of panic was starting to set in. He breathed into her again trying to revive her, no response.He opened up her clothing, taking off the heavy bullet proof vest she had borrowed, his hands were over her T Shirt, and he again pounded on her chest. 1...2...3 and a breath, He hoped that maybe with the vest off she would have a better chance of living. Suki Kimura If the last mafia member had been allowed perhaps five to ten more seconds, they would have turned the direction the gun was pointed. Alas, it was denied and with that refusal came their life ceasing.Even after Frank removed the vest, it seemed like nothing had changed. The doubt and anxieties eating away had all the reasons to strengthen.It wouldn't be until after he finished the sixth set that a frustrated groan would finally resound, followed by a few violent wheezes and gasps. Although Suki's eyes didn't immediately open, her hands moved in front of her face. Only soft exhales would be heard for at least two minutes, just a bit shy under three, before she finally spoke, albeit muffled with her hands remaining in front of her mouth."One of these days, I promise you won't see me looking like I barely passed the academy and shit."She started to add more ... but what else was there to include? If she weren't timed, probably a lot. But as it was ... she remembered where they were, as well as what she'd been in the midst of doing. In case she forgot though, the reminder came into view as she finally lowered her hands and glanced down at her pistol." .... Okay. So here's the sucky part."She extended her left arm out, grabbing her firearm and firmly holding it in her left. Suki likely wouldn't need to say exactly what she was talking about being the part she wasn't looking forward to. It became very obvious as Frank helped her stand up and Suki's body shuddered, a pained and very frustrated growl leaving her lips."Feel ... free to just get the back doors. I'm gonna lie down."Not only to relieve any pain in her leg, but stay out of sight. With them agreeing to do this in broad daylight, Suki being physically spotted would look be an even bigger risk. The unfortunate truth, in fact, was she was probably going to be linked at this scene courtesy of the bastard that succeeded in shooting her leg. She didn't need to look over her shoulders to know there was probably a blood trail one that she'd be fine helping Frank try to clean .... if they could afford to spare some minutes.But seeing as they didn't ... Suki was going to have to hope for one of two outcomes.The first and not overly likely scenario was someone in forensics would fail to identify her DNA. The second was getting a call with a million questions and very begrudgingly, mind you forcing herself to lie.... Well, maybe not lie. Maybe something else. Her mind was having that back up plan trying to formulate.First and foremost, though, was getting to the van, and then getting back to Frank's place."It didn't go all the way through. It's .... deep. But not so much tweezers won't be able to reach it."And thus would come another 'sucky part' of the day having the bullet extracted. Which was exactly why she went on dropped that hint to Frank now as opposed to later. This way, there'd be no surprises and he could knowexactlywhat to expect and search for when they arrived.Suki kept to her word and plopped on top of the rear seats, breathing heavily."What fucking day is it? Some unlucky day I forgot to mark or some shit? Goddamn .... "Her head merely shook as Suki held on tightly with one arm. Her other, meanwhile, reached back and activated the safety on her pistol before proceeding to tuck the gun into her rear pocket. Frank Castle"Shit." Frank saw the bloody wound, and knew what she meant, there was a clear time pressure on them to get out of here before cops showed up, though there was a chance that the neighbors weren't home, it was the middle of the day on a week day, statistically most people in queens had a two hour commute to work. It was possible, but not something he wanted to risk it was clear that he couldn't scrub the scene, not thuroughly enough with the amount of blood and bodies.Picking up Suki he ran her to the back of the Van dumping her into the room, and shutting the doors, then he turned his attention to the house.He didn't know how long he would have so running back he had to do what he did quick. He went to the kitchen, grabbing the biggest bag of sugar he could find was easy enough, and he turned on the oven. Gas, at least one thing was going his way.He set the bag on fire, the paper containing flamible product quickly started to catch, and walking back past the living room he threw the bag of now burning sugar at the wall, the result was an instant house fire.If he couldn't clean the crime scene he would have to settle for burning it to the ground. If nothing else the quickly spreading fire would make things harder for csi to work out.Walking out of the house, and into the car, he calmly started the van, and started to drive away. "You got over excited needing to check on the victim, You forgot to check your corners."Frank spoke almost like a proffessor or drill sergent letting her know how she had done wrong. "But you survived." He said softly, thankful for that single fact. He let out a sigh as he was on the road now, going well and far away from the burning crime scene. "We are gonna need to change vans." He didn't know if this one had been compromised, which sucked, he had really liked this one."I set the house on fire, so that should slow CSI down, they won't enter an active crime scene if it's burning, and the heat will ruin most if not all the dna evidence." He said hoping to at least calm her down a little. "If we are lucky, the entire house will burn down, and that will save us a lot more time, but we can't keep making these mistakes." Suki Kimura When Frank didn't immediately get in the driver's seat of the van, Suki's head tilted. "What are you hey!"An eyebrow rose as she sat up, using her elbows to push herself cautiously up. The fire was all she needed to see to understand what he'd done. The gesture was ... appreciated. But surely, he knew that may not even be a permanent solution. Right?"Yeah, I saw it go up in flames."Her head plopped down, another sigh exiting as he relayed what she'd done wrong. Her head merely nodded, "Yeah .... but you didn't really check 'em either. Not this time."She wasn't trying to be defensive. It wasn't Suki's intention, anyway. But ... she wasn't takingallof the blame. Not when this time, anyway it really hadn't been all her. And then .... there was just the fact these bastards had been much more prepared than either of them planned for. The more Suki thought back on it, the more unnerving it was.Knowing a good chunk of the NYPD was ex military like herself was one thing. But ... these guys, too? If they had these sorts of tactics, then it was a good enough hint that there were probably more rogue cops than Suki would ever want to think about or admit out loud.As the car started up, she reached back again, this time pulling her phone out. She didn't really think she'd accidentally butt dial anyone but taking it out of her pocket was an easy way to be damn sure of that. What she really was looking for, however, made her head bury into the seat she was laying across."Fuck me, go figure. Nine eleven ... no wonder today's a shit day."It wasn't the only reason. She wasn't that dumb to assume so. But it was .... a dry humor attempt at trying to find something other than her own self having contributed to this mission going as badly as it did."I mean .... you're not completely wrong, but you kinda are. Most of these errors are mine."Her head shook as she scoffed at herself."Which wouldn't bother me except they're also rookie fuck ups. Something a graduated copormilitary person shouldn't be doing in the first goddamn place. But ... that's not where I'm going. You've saved my ass more times than I probably deserve. I know you said we were a unit and shit. But part of me wouldn't blame you if you said 'fuck this' and shoved me away. Your friend joked about bad shit happening when people were around you, but ... it seems like that curse is working vice versa. Something like that. It ain't only you though."The same tears that stung her eyes returned as her mind went back to her lost sister in arms, the funeral, andwhyit had happened in the first damn place.A bullet that had been meant for Suki ... was intercepted.The guilt had never haunted her for years. Mainly because her comrade's parting words included a vow to move on. But now? Oh yeah. She was definitely getting tormented again slightly." .... I umm .... I know I've been a bit of a pain and shit. You kinda have too, though, but ... regardless. Thanks. I'm not gonna say my tempted side to fight with you isn't trying to pop back up, but ... no. Don't feel like it, especially with a fucked up leg. And a future resignation call to make .... sometime."Even if not today, definitely by the time her two weeks came to an end. An unfortunate thing, but it had always been on her to do list. It just shifted from having a beside it to to bump it up in priority."Well .... okay. Personal question for ya, then. Because you're probably right weshouldswitch vans. But we can't just nod our heads or snap our fingers to make one appear. So ... while you've been concealed or at least unknown about from the public, have you done enough on the side? Or am I paying for this van? Just so I know what to expect. As long as you tell me, I seriously won't care. In fact, consider it one way to slowly work on making up for my mistakes if you wanna."Her tone never changed during the entire talk a giveaway to express she was being dead serious witheverythingshe was relaying.When the van finally came to a halt, Suki began rolling carefully over, moving from on her stomach to on her back. She then reached up, using the seats to aid in pulling herself up to a sitting position as she waited for Frank to come and open the doors. Frank Castle She was right, he had messed up as well, he hadn't seen the ambush until the gernade had hit the ground, which was all the more reason that he was critical of the attack, it meant he had a blindspot and that wasn't something that had happened to him in a long time. He was unsure what to say about that, and she was making valid points.When she brought up the fact that it was rememberance day he groaned. "I hate that day." He said softly, rememberance day was annoying for a lot of reasons the biggest being that it was uncomfortable for a former veteran like himself, to be constantly bombarded with 'hey remember that'. It was a lot of government lip services, it wasn't like VA was gonna pull out a cash check for him or anyone else today, hell the government got the day off.Wasn't that ritch? the soldiers got to work, while the politicians gave themselves a day off to remember the sacrifices of others.When Suki said that they were rookie mistakes he nodded. "And it makes sense that your making them. Look I didn't just wake up after a head wound and start doing this like it was nothing. I made mistakes too on occasion, the fact that we both lived through it means we learn from it, we pick ourselves up, and we don't make the same mistake twice.""Cause when you make the same mistake twice, you die, it's really that simple."When Suki asked if she was gonna buy the new Van he gave a chuckle. "Suki, do you really think that this van is under my legal name?" He said with a soft smile."The registry is a fake, good enough to pass a stop check, but I took this van when I took down a group of car thieves."He stopped at a storage locker facility, he opened the door to help Suki his arm around her shoulders to support her walking, He paused for a one moment so that he could grab a set of keys, taking her to a locker, and tossing it up, three different vans sat in the wide storage room. "and she wasn't the only one i took." Suki Kimura "Yeah. I do too. I didn't lose anyone or anything, but .... still. I more than understand how you feel about today."It was for a similar enough reason she disliked Pearl Harbor Day being a recognized 'holiday'. Too many politics were involved. But Pearl Harbor wasalwaysworse with her, because for the racist idiots that existed and noted she was a Japanese? Oh yeah. She got blamed for that.Of course, none of her family had been involved with World War II. Not that anyone bothered to check or ask. Nah, those bastards had to simply assume.Her eyes rolled at the thought. Thankfully, Frank wasn't one of those idiots. In fact ... she couldn't deny that for all his rough edges and whatnot, he was far nicer than most other guys had been. There was definitely an odd sense of irony in that revelation, one that made her smirk in amusement."Well ... then you're doing a far better job on acting like the professional between us. You really don't seem like you've made mistakes ever, if at all. But .... "Her head nodded."Point made. Yeah. I'll ... make sure not to repeat anything like that again. Because .... you're right. I've seen it enough times to know it isn't just a saying. It is actually true."Her smirk widened as she allowed Frank to see her playfully roll her eyes. "Yes, because I knoweverythingabout you. Jesus, no ... I don't fucking know every damn thing about you. Same is true vice versa, though. For real though, I doubt this is under your legal name."A grimace and several pained noises elicited as she accepted Frank's shoulder, carefully limping out of the van and walking with him. To a .... garage? Storage area of some sort. All made very obvious when it opened to reveal quite a few more vehicles. The sight made Suki chuckle."Geez. You literally could have told me you had these somewhere instead of showing them off. All the same, good to know that much is taken care of."Her head tilted as she looked up at Frank."Wait ... we changing now? Is that what this is supposed to imply?"She'd honestly expected to head back. But now that it dawned on her they weren't at his place yet ... it seemed like a fair enough assumption. It was just one she didn't want to make a wrong guess about. She was a woman who preferred being in the know for everything. So if a literal change of vehicle was gonna happen much sooner as opposed to later, she wanted to know now to avoid confusion. Frank Castle "With the car being compermised it's unsafe to take it anywhere near our home." Frank knew she was hurt, but at the same time he couldn't risk the crime scene leading them towards the house. "So we are switching vans now, and then we can go back to my apartment." He made the switch as easy for her as possible, putting her in a new van and locking up the old one."Worst thing that happens if they track it to here is they find a couple of stolen cars, the locker isn't something that can be linked back to me." Frank showed just a touch of his paranoia when it came to keeping his identity hidden. The thugs who recognized him were all dead, so for the moment anyway his involvement was an unkown factor.He also took out a medical kit that he kept in the locker. handit to Suki it had supplies to bandage up her leg, and clean the wound, maybe not remove the bullet, or anything like that if it was still in her leg, but he could do that when he got home, this was more to make sure that she could treat herself in the moment.Driving out with the new van, he started to take a winding route to go home. "That said I don't think we will be getting home soon, I wanna make sure that we aren't being tailed or anything, so i'm gonna go a pretty long way." Frank said checking his mirrors. "The good part is I know that the cops aren't following us, if anyone was called to that house, we would have heard the sirens, but."Frank pulled out his phone, and tossed it towards Suki. "I have a radio app on that phone, it's tuned to the NYPD's dispatch channel, give it a listen for a bit. See if they bring us up." An advantage of having an officer of the law on his team was she knew all the police coded short hands. She would be able to parse out the constant chatter far faster than he would. Suki Kimura Suki nodded in understanding. As rough as the man could come off as, he tended to have his points. This was just another one of them. Had this been scheduled in the late afternoon or night?Thenmaybe they could have skipped the trip here. But with them having just entered the now deceased Sutherland's residence, let alone in broad daylight, it wasn't smart to remain in the other van.While Frank worked on locking the van they'd just used up, Suki laid down, groaning gently as she used both of the rear seats like she had before. If any blood was still flowing from her leg ... then it wasn't obvious. Maybe it was because she was hyped on adrenaline, but truthfully? She couldn't even feel that wound too well, nor any pain from it. It was scaring her a bit ... but not enough to voice the worry out loud.A weak grin of appreciation adorned her lips as she was given the first aid kit. She didn't need to be told what it was for and went right to work in wrapping the area as quickly but tightly as possible. A slight hiss resounded as she pulled.Good. It was just adrenaline that was what the surge of agony implied as for why she wasn't feeling anything right now. Were the entire leg numb? That'd be a very bad and dangerous story. One which Suki didn't want to deal with, nor would blame Frank for wanting to avoid either." ... Alright then. If you're taking a detour, I'm gonna go back to sleep for a bit. Unless ... you'd rather me remain awake?"Mainly for company purposes, though maybe there were some medical ones too. Suki knew therewerespecific moments to encourage a patient to remain awake. After a concussion was one instance. After a near death experience?She had no idea. And even if Frank wasn't a licensed doctor, hehadbeen in her shoes likely far more times than Suki could begin to count or think about. This was another one of those moments he'd have more experience and knowledge than herself. So, if he recommended continuing to talk ... she'd at least try. It'd be difficult, and probably a bit awkward.After what they'd just survived and endured, it was hard to find much more to talk about.But she'd at least make an effort if he insisted rest wasn't good for the time being. So ... Suki merely stayed laying on her back, waiting patiently for what Frank wanted her to do or not do. Frank Castle Frank saw Suki starting to doeze, her words telling him that she wanted to sleep, he snapped his fingers towards her. "Hey, hey, I need you to stay awake right now." For multiple reasons, while she may have been exhausted mentally she probably had lost a bit of blood with her leg wound, so he needed her to stay awake so he could monitor that condition, he did not want to take the girl to a hospital too many questions. He knew one person who could treat an injury with fewer questions asked, but he didn't want to do that unless it was really needed.So for now he was just keeping Suki awake on his own. "The police scanner." He reminded her, pointing at the phone he had tossed her. "I need you to use it because you speak cop Suki, I need you to find out what they are doing and if there is any mention of us. So you can't sleep yet."He tried to keep her engaged, but his eyes had to focus on the road, like he had said he was driving a very winding road to get home, constantly checking the mirrors to make sure no one was tailing them. Just because frank was paranoid didn't mean he wasn't followed from time to time. Suki Kimura Suki groaned, rolling on her side and covering her ears as Frank rapidly snapped close to her ears. Maybe even right next to them. All Suki knew was the noise was more than loud enough to make her react like that. Her head turned as she looked at him, clearly both irritated and worn out."Goddamnit, Castle. Would five minutes really have killed you?"As Suki's hands lifted to rub her eyes, she heard something plop beside her. One arm lowered, feeling around and eventually finding what she damn well nearly forgot about the radio."That's right. You've got everything ready."It was more of a statement, though with how exhausted she was, there was admittedly a small amount of sarcasm included within her quip. Her head shook as she chuckled softly. "I speak cop ... that's a new one. True, mind you, but ... never heard anyone else word it like that. Then again, it's like you've said before I'm definitelynotwith 'anyone else'. Fuck that."Fortunately, she hadn't turned the device on. So in case this was a two way radio, at least no one was hearing her speak in such a loopy condition."Fine ... okay, okay. Calm your jets, I'll wake my ass up .... though I'd prefer a Monster or something to help out with that. But I'll ... figure something else out, I guess."After murmuring the last part, she waited for Frank to get any last words in before finally resting her fingers atop the button. She looked over, ready to ask something a very curious inquiry that had entered her head. But ... that could wait, she decided.This is so fucking weird .... to eavesdrop like this. One finalclickechoed and finally, multiple voices could be heard. Even for Suki, not all were immediately recognized, though some did stand out."Franklin, report back! What is your status?!""Ten ninety seven, sir. We're definitely going to need much more than a few more squad cars.""Elaborate, Franklin!""It seems like an arson, Mr. Thompson. There is a very huge possibility for multiple ten fifty fours.""Goddamnit. Has an ambulance and fire truck been called?""Ten four, sir. Both have been.""Do we have any leads at all?""I'm talking with some of the neighbors now. One hinted there may be a possible ten fourteen."Suki swallowed, frowning. If she hadn't been awake, now she definitely was."Are you sure it was ten fourteen?""That's what they think, anyway. They definitely saw someone heading out of the house with a woman in their arms.""So we have an arson plus a possible two hundred and seven?""From what I've gathered, maybe.""Ten four, Franklin. Keep in touch."Suki let go, her head slowly shaking from side to side. "Long story short, they think you burned the place down then kidnapped me. At least that's how it looked to one person that, apparently, did kinda see us. Not enough to give a description to anyone, thankfully that would have already been mentioned. But umm .... "Suki let out a heavy sigh."Yeah. Fuck today indeed. Either way, some cops are definitely there and .... the investigation is under way as of now." Frank Castle Frank listened to Suki as she listened to the radio, when she explained that they had been seen, but not enough to give an accurate description he was so happy that he had already ditched the van. It meant they were in the clear for the moment. When they explained that there was a possible kidnapping Frank couldn't help but chuckle, he supposed he understood why people would see it that way. He was kinda worried, He wasn't really worried. The old van had obscured plates, which meant that at most they would be looking for a black van, with very few identifying marks.He made sure to cut across a few allyways that wouldn't have cameras, a few bypasses he knew cops wouldn't use, a winding path out of queens that would take hours to trace, if they found the ditched van in the locker with the other one, he could write off those two as a loss, but considering the place he used didn't have any cameras or a proper security system, he paid in cash for the storage area, and used the tame 'John Smith' he was pretty sure he would just end up leaving rather flustered and angry cops.He had made sure to spray some bleach cleaner over the blood from her wound, so it wasn't like they would even get Suki or his DNA. With that he was confident that they could return to the apartment. "They will likely have to bring in federal agents, kidnappings usually involve 48 hour man hunts, that means I ain't leaving house for at least two days."In a way frank was thankful it meant he got to take a day off as it were, stay out of trouble. "But you can go in and hand in your badge tomorrow, that will in a way keep you clean as it were." Frank would even offer to drive her to her workplace so she could quit, now was litterally the best time for them to do so.Well once her leg was properly treated and she had a day of rest anyway."I can loan you a cane, if anyone asks, say it's because of the baseball bat attack." He would make sure that they both had their stories straight so that they could continue working together."Oh and Suki." He looked back at her. He was contemplating giving some sort of complement, like she did well, or she was brave, but they all sounded more patronizing than sincere. "I'm glad you survived." He said finally, just saying what he could, before focusing on the road, and taking them home. Suki Kimura "Oh don't worry. You didn't need to tell or even encourage me. Honestly, I would have done so today ... had everything that just recently occurred not happened."But ... Fate had different plans for them both, it seemed. Now, she had to wait and have one of the most fun experiences any person could have in their life getting a bullet extracted.Yay me. Sooooo lucky.she thought bitterly, rolling her eyes at herself.For all her strengths, knowing what was needing to be done made Suki sincerely nervous. The last time anyone had succeeded in putting a bullet in her? Some lucky prick in her military days, whom promptly got sniped down in response by her sister in arms. And there, in itself, was another factor only making her concerns all the more worse."So ... I'm guessing we're still following the 'no hospitals' rule, right? Then ... are you .... if not certified, at least ... "Her head quickly shook as she temporarily stopped herself."I'm not trying to insult you or anything. I just wanna make sure that whoever works on me has had experience enough to get this fucking thought out properly. Especially if we're going to adhere to the 'no hospitals' rule."Her eyebrows furrowed as the cane suggestion was brought up."I'll think on it," she muttered, the tone alone hinting why it was a 'maybe' instead of an outright 'yes' or 'no'. Pride. She didn't want to use it unless it was absolutely necessary, and in some regards, who could blame her? But the maybe at least indicated she knew that if it was needed, she'd swallow it and accept help if push really did come down to shove.A smile crossed her lips as she nodded in agreement."I'm glad also.".... This would either be the best or worst time to even joke about this. But considering how the day had gone, she hoped Frank could appreciate the attempt at humor, even if it may be slightly inappropriate."You ... are one hell of a kisser, Frank. I know that's not officially what you do in CPR, but ... you've probably heard that jest at least once. I know I did when I had to get certified in it."And at least for the time being, Suki left it at that. She didn't likely need to expand on the topic anymore, and even if that weren't the issue? She really was tired. And would likely only get completely or mostly exhausted after they returned back.Which, apparently, happened a lot sooner than she expected. Within ten to twenty minutes of trying to joke with Castle, the van came to a halt. Suki's eyes closed for a few seconds, slowly reopening as she steeled and prepared herself, knowing exactly what was going to happen almost immediately after Frank helped her back inside his place. Frank Castle "Yeah, well if you stop bleeding everywhere I might kiss you again." Frank said responding to the humor, mostly because he thought keeping her spirits up would help her emotionally.First and foremost he brought her to the cleanest room he had. Not wanting to risk any chance of infection he put her in the bathroom, after he ran blisteringly hot water over the bath tub to make absolutely sure his work environment was sterile. She asked him if he was certified and he was. He had done this sort of thing before. "I've taken out some of my own bullet wounds before this should be a lot easier for me." He said knowing that it would be more difficult for her though. He looked at where the wound was. Her pants would have to come off.He set her down in the bath tub, and worked to pull down her jeans, ripping, and even cutting the fabric with some scissors so that he didn't have to disturb the wound anymore than he had too.Checking the wounds location she was lucky it had hit the outside of her leg. If it had been the inside of her leg she'd likely be dead as that was where the major artories were. He made no comment about her panties, the blood made the scene significantly less sexy. He did however notice that her panties were on smoothly, meaning there was no body hair under them, he could even note how the panties were pressed tightly to her, so now it left little to the imagination of what her body looked like without them.He didn't comment, he had work to do. He had the medical kit, applying gloves to his hands so that he didn't make anything dirty, he ran some hot water over the wound cleaning the area around it, causing her some pain but now at least he could see more clearly. He used a flashlight which he held in his mouth, while he used a tweezer to do the really hard part of the extraction.He tried to be quick, about this, as every second would be a living hell for the woman. Still extracting metal from the body was a tedius task, and more so when the bullet had fragmented, he had to get every single piece out or risk further infection after the wound was sealed, and he was doing all of it without pain medications for her. He wouldn't blame her if she passed out or even puked because of the pain, he had the first time he had done this to himself.What's more he wasn't a trained doctor, and they didn't have modern facility access. He had a tray to put the fragments in as he got them, the largest chunks out first, then the smaller ones. But there was zero way that this wouldn't leave a scar down the line for her.He pulled out the last few fragments. "Now comes the really unpleasant part." He said softly, if she had wondered what he meant he took a towel, pressing it to her leg, and then poored peroxide over the wound. The substance would clean out the last of the wound, make sure it was sterile so he could start to close it, but it was probably the worst part yet.Then came the closing of the wound, and this was something frank was so practiced in that was almost an art form for him. He had the wound closed in only a few minutes, with stitching that gave her mobility back.He ran the water over her one more time this time warmer stuff to clean off the blood, and then fell back onto the toilet seat so that he could take a breath. "How was that?" Suki Kimura "Okay. I guess let's get this over wi hey!!!"Suki sighed, looking less than pleased as the scissors were pulled out and used to remove her denims. But ... she kept her hands away to avoid having her actual flesh getting cut, raising them beside her head."Okay ... fine. They weren't my favorite pair anyway."It was the best way to compromise with being forced to lose clothes, let alone in such an unwanted manner. Thankfully, she didn't often splurge on herself, and had quite a bit of money saved in her accounts. She could easily replace that and get more outfits for herself. Probably after officially leaving the force. It'd definitely give hersomethingmore pleasant to do tomorrow.Nodding at the thought, she tried to ignore the fact Frank was staring at her half nude.At least he can't see underneath, she reassured herself, not realizing that was somewhat incorrect. Maybe not see, but he had picked up on the rather intimate secret she kept from everyone else. Suki did get herself waxed every month ... three at the absolute longest. But she typically tried to stick to her routine and would make such arrangements at one. ... If I'm gonna quit the force tomorrow, I'm gonna need to figure a side job out. ... That could be worked on, as well. Gods, she didn't realize up until now justhowlong her to do list had suddenly gotten." ... You sure you don't want me to get the flashlight at least? Ooooooooooooooooooooookay, FUCK, FINE!"The scream hadn't meant to be an angry one. No, Frank would recognize it was a very, very agonized one. Right when she asked, he'd already started the extraction process ... and it provedwhyhe was holding the flashlight instead of her. She likely would have dropped the damn thing. Her hands gripped tightly onto the sides of the tub as she began taking deep breaths, shifting between whether they came from her nose or mouth.Passing out seemed like the more likely option. No puking though. Suki had never been squeamish, not even prior to joining the Army. That actually helped her know signing up was a smart idea, if anything. But about halfway through the process, her eyes were beginning to go through a very fast REM cycle. It had beenwaytoo long, and up until a few moments ago, she'd forgotten how all of this felt.... And quickly remembered why getting shot was a literal pain.But this? This was worse.Granted, she'd expected it to be pretty shitty. There was a lot she'd mentally planned for. The jeans coming off had been one ... just not necessarily with scissors. But ... that did have a point that she could understand. This agony? Oh yeah. She also knew it would happen. Suki just never thought it'd be quitethisextreme.Then again, this was the difference in being treated with anesthesia or any type of medicine versus without having that luxury.A weak groan was all she could muster as Frank gave her the heads up. Her eyes shut ... and that may have actually made the part with the peroxide worse, as her sense of touch had heightened from depriving herself of sight. Even though she'd screamed a lot, another one still rang throughout the bathroom ... lasting a good minute before finally dying down." ... I ... hope ... this place is sound proof or has walls that can't ... easily be heard through ... " she finally managed to respond, weakly coughing and chuckling. "It'd otherwise sound like a lot worse treating a wound."A few tears fell down her face as she opened her eyes and gave a shaky breath, a nod quickly following afterwards."Yo You definitely passed. Fuck yes, you do know how to do this. Noted. Now let ... let's hope you don'thaveto again. Because fuck ... this isnotmy idea of fun. It really isn't. I'm not that crazy, promise ... even if I have done some really stupid shit before." Frank Castle "It's not sound proof." He said nodding the walls here were far too shit for them to be sound proofed, and he hadn't wanted to invest the money he didn't have to sound proof it himself like he had with the vans. "No, it's got something better.""This building is full of drug dealers, No one here is gonna call the cops." Where better for him to hide but somewhere no one would call the cops, or look into their neighbors because they were all doing something illegal, though he made sure that he had kept it all minor offenses, the sex offenders, the thugs, those had all been taken care of in one way or another. And he had made sure that the other people here all knew it.That made it very easy to hide, even if he had to keep his neighbors under watchful eyes, but that was fine, the gheto was a pretty easy place to make things happen. He supposed with all the screaming it had sounded a bit like he had tortured her. He helped her out of the tub, walking her to the living room sitting her down on the sofa, and then going to get her a cup of juice.He figured what she needed right now was something with a bit of natural sugars something healthy, she had lost a lot of blood, applejuice of all things would help in that regard. He passed her the cup, and helped her take a drink. "if you don't wanna go through this again, don't get shot." He said softly.He sat down next to her. gently touching her good thigh. "You gave me a real scare today." He pat her thigh for a moment, unsure what more he could say, he didn't want to get all into the emotional crap. Her leg was probably killing her, she needed sleep."I'll take you to your bed, give you an advil, and you can sleep it off." He said softly picking her up a second time, walking to her bed, and setting her down finding the bottle of advil he kept, and putting it on the table for her to take one. He looked at her for a moment, leaning in, pressing his lips to her forehead, as he tucked her in. In a way it kinda reminded him of his daughter, or maybe his ex wife. either way it was a scene he kind of liked. Suki Kimura "Better?"Suki weakly rose an eyebrow, looking up at Frank curiously, albeit with half open eyes. "What the fuck's better than soundproof?"She had no idea if his reply made her more nervous or, indeed, relieved. He wasn't wrong, after all. If this area was full of addicts and drug sellers, then why would they bother calling and reporting what sounded like an ongoing murder?Wow, that's umm ... several million shades of dark and fucked up. "You know?" she answered, weakly shrugging, "At this rate? I'll take any and all blessings I'm getting at this rate. Just ... hopefully they don't pester you and knock constantly on your door, because I'm not touching whatever they're using, selling, whatever."A quick walk later and Suki found herself plopped on the same couch where she'd typed notes and leads on the laptop. A hand shakily rose to her face, managing to rub her eyes. Had she gotten weaker over the years, or did bullet extractions just normally drain a person that fucking much? She couldn't tell ... but she sure as fuck prayed it was only option B. She'd already looked pretty pathetic time and time again to Frank.Now? He'd nearly seen herdie.What kinda fucking vet are you, anyway? ... Would any of this have been better to handle had she taken up the offer to join the Green Berets? Suddenly, she wasregrettingnot taking that opportunity up. Unfortunately, she hadn't just randomly insisted she liked being around Frank. On the contrary, Suki meant it ... and that was the real thing keeping her from going back to the military after turning her badge and gun in.Still, shewouldneed to figure a new occupation out. That was a given, but ... what?Ex soldiers like herself and Frank tended to do best in equally violent positions. The urge and desire to fight didn't usually leave people who had a military background, and Suki was no exception to this rule.Deciding to think more on that in the very near future, she looked up as Frank returned with some apple juice. A smile crossed her face as she bowed her head in appreciation and took the cup carefully into her hands. The grip had some help ... but she accepted it. Even before she tried to hold onto it, she could feel her body shaking, and while being half nude, wet, and cold was part of the equation, that wasn't all.All of the pain she had felt and in some regards, was still feeling was getting to her. That plus the blood loss made what should be simple tasks more difficult than usual."Thank you," she managed to reply. Her eyes closed and ... truthfully, the idea of swapping where she slept for one night was more than fine with her. She wasexhausted... and it probably wasn't even noon yet. But fuck her if the poor Asian wasn't tired as all hell, as well as sore."You don't have to ... " she tried to protest, the words coming out in a low tone as Frank hoisted her up into his arms. "I know ... I scared myself, if it helps. It wasn't just you. And ... " A soft chuckle passed her lips, eyes staying shut as she continued, "We got targets on us, remember? Mine's just a bit more obvious at the moment than yours. But yeah, don't get shot? You make that sound way too easy. Especially when we're not done with these pricks."By the time she was put on the bed, Suki was clinging onto the last bits of her consciousness. She barely registered the kiss ... but she definitely didn't get a chance to take the Advil. 12th September, 2018 New York City, New York Exact Location: NYPD Headquarters 9:46 AM EST But to make up for not properly taking the painkillers, that was what the rest of yesterday consisted of more bed rest than she'd wanted and ensuring the remainder of the day went by as painlessly as possible.And now?Well ... she had a promise to keep. One she wasn't overly happy with doing, but ... Suki knew it was the right thing to do. The past 'incidents' ... they just didn't sit well with her. None of them had since the parking garage incident.It had been a bit hilarious to remind Frank he promised to remain inside the next few days. It visibly irked him, and it showed. He had wanted to drive her over."I appreciate it, but .... I can get a taxi. I won't be long. Promise."With those having been the last words she uttered to Castle, she now found herself half walking, half limping through the halls of what was going to be her ex work place. Thankfully, Suki knewexactlywhere to go, and there were more than enough elevators to make the trip shorter.Right before her fist could land atop Holland's door, a hand fell on her shoulder, causing Suki to jump slightly. Behind her was the very man she had been looking for her captain, Trey Holland."Kimura? It hasn't been two weeks yet.""Captain ... well ... " Suki cleared her throat, nodding to the door, "Mind if we talk more inside?""Of course. Sure."The door was opened and quickly closed behind them. Suki took a seat across from Holland, removing the dufflebag that had been resting over her right shoulder."So .... the hell is all of that, anyway?""The reason I'm here. It's all yours now."Holland's eyebrow rose as he took the bag and opened it ... before looking back up to Suki with a very disheartened look. "You sure?" he asked. "This is your badge, gun, outfits ... ""I know," Suki interrupted, giving a firm nod. "And ... I'm not overly happy about this decision, either. But .... I can't get over it, sir. Knowing there are dirty cops ... I can't work with people whom I can't trust anymore. I ... Ineverhad this issue in the Army. Never. I just .... " Her head continued to move from side to side. "I can't. I'm sorry."A somber pause lingered as Trey looked deep into Suki's eyes. It was obvious he was thinking. Long and hard, at that rate. His hands tucked themselves under his chin as he continued staring at Kimura."So ... is there nothing I can say or do to change your mind? You were one of our best.""I appreciate your words Captain, but no. This is what I spent a good chunk of my vacation doing contemplating if I even wanted to return or not. It wasn't an easy choice. It really wasn't. But .... "Suki nodded firmly again."This is the best thing for me.""I don't like it, but .... alright. I understand."Trey elicited a deep exhale before slowly extending his hand out. Suki weakly grinned and accepted the handshake, intertwining her own hand with his. "It's been a pleasure. This is a shame, but you're right. What happened is no excuse. With you being a civilian now, I promise I intend to fix the force. I wouldn't want to lose anyone else like I did you for the exact same reason.""I appreciate that. Thank you, sir."After pulling her hand away, Suki stood up and exited the building. She was mere steps away from reaching the taxi. Shehad, naturally, asked for it to wait outside for her. But right before she could get inside, another hand fell on her shoulders. When she turned, Booker was behind her this time."You're really leaving huh?""Yeah."Booker's tongue clicked as he shook his head. "Just .... answer me something before you go. Is this really all because of Sutherland?"" ... Still on about that?" Suki's arms went over her chest. "Do you even have anything for that?Actualproof linking me to whatever you're speaking of? A warrant? Anything?""No, but ""But, nothing. That means I have no obligation to answer, so I'm not going to. Even more so with something I have no real clue what you're talking about in the first place."Suki jerked herself away, shooting Booker one last irritated glare. "You know, it'sthisexact lack of trust that made me leave. You can tell Holland that if you so desire."After declaring that, she shut the door, buckling herself in and nodding to the driver. "Back to where you picked me up from, please."Twenty minutes later mainly due to morning rush hour traffic Frank would see from outside one of the windows a taxi returning. The door opened and sure enough, Suki would emerge from the vehicle. She handed over some bills before pivoting and walking back up towards the door. Frank Castle While Suki was out quitting her old job Frank had decided to do some house cleaning, getting things a bit more tidy especially the bathroom which was still a mess after yesterdays impromptu surgery. After that was done, and the bathroom was once again clean enough that he didn't feel like he was going to be taking a shower in a gore pit, he had settled onto the desk, opening the computer and starting to compile everything that they knew so far.He had started with a bust on human traffickers, the women being escorted and sold apparently all had ties to the NYPD, and were either missing peoples that no one cared about, cold cases, or in some instances people that the NYPD had already rescued. He had killed the man whom was about to abduct Suki back then, she had called for back up, but none had ever arrived.Moving on Suki had been attacked, nearly raped by an officer in the carlot of the NYPD's precinct one, the largest NYPD building apparently didn't have cameras working that day because no one had been able to see the assault on film, it was starting to look like someone really wanted Suki dead. There was also the question about how Sutherland had known about the blindspot, had it always been there? or did he have help? was a camera turned off? and if so why?Frank chewed it over for a moment. In both instances it seemed Suki was the common factor, then you had Sutherlands house, the shoot out. The Mafia had targetted Sutherlands wife, the moment they had taken him out. Was he on the hit list because he had failed to kill Suki? Had they just beaten the mob to Sutherland and he had already been a target or did they go there because they realized that someone had gotten to Sutherland first?and why?It certainly seemed that someone was after Suki, and maybe they could use that as bait to figure out who was targetting them, the only question was how?He doubted that Suki would have liked to be bait for some sort of trap, but it was looking more and more like that would be the best option if they wanted to actually make progress in this case.The only question was how?Suki arrived from the cab, he still wished that she had let him drive her, the van had been switched out. They had completely avoided traffic cameras for a while before and after the switch out, and the cars had been driven in different ways with different licence plates. As far as he could see no progress had been made on the kidnapping charge, mostly because it was bullshit.He waited for Suki to get in the door and waved her over. "I think it's pretty clear people are targeting you." He said softly."I think we should give them a way to find you. Setting up some sort of sting operation." As far as he could see that was their best move going forward. In every instance Suki was the connection. "Once your fully recovered we should work out a way to set up a trap." Suki Kimura Suki's head shook, a light snicker passing her lips. "You really are Mister Unorthodox, aren't ya? No 'welcome back'. Nope, not from you. Instead, immediately hit with news that was pretty much being spelled out in front of my face already."Suki shrugged, unable to argue with his conclusion he'd come up with."Yeah. I figured. I've likely put a target on myself since the very first pier incident."What she wouldn't expect, however, is for Frank to suggest using her as bait. Thankfully by now, the door had been shut, which allowed her exasperated sigh to go unnoticed at least by sets of ears and eyes she would have been worried about hearing her. She plopped down onto the couch, her head shaking a few more times ... before softly chuckling."Don't ... don't start proving your friend right about being around you, now. It'd be a shame if he convinced me to try to sneak away for my own sake, don't ya think? For real though ... I'll agree, and for one simple reason."She nodded sternly right at Frank."You're still a wild card, since the only person who could have relayed you're helping me out is dead. So ... you can back me up like you have before. Honestly? There's a good chance that once I start a new job or routine maybe even both they'll track my movements. For all we know, maybe they have been. The only reason I can see them not doing so is to keep other 'clean' NYPD from properly tracing their exact members. So, if they haven't done anything related with me, there's a good chance the other mafia members have been blending into society somehow."She took a moment to think on her own guess before slowly nodding."But for right now? Mind if I avoid thinking about that? I literally just gave everything up, and I'd be lying if I didn't confess I feel .... kinda vulnerable right now. I wasn't a civilian for very long after finishing up with the Army, and the only reason I was at all was to complete NYPD's Academy training. I forgot how weird it feels to have 'civilian' status. Kinda scary, too."Her eyes fell upon the laptop, noting it was opened. And given it had been closed for obvious reasons last night, it was fair to assume Frank had used this not long ago."Find anything I may have missed out? A more definite idea who's in charge of this mafia? They're definitely a lot more organized than previous versions I've seen or heard of, so that alone implies someone very smart. Possibly an ex vet. I wouldn't be amazed if they are, and definitely with a more ... 'brutal' group, so to speak. Ones accustomed to resorting to dire methods like execution or taking prisoners." Frank Castle Frank understood why she wouldn't want to talk about what had happened. She called herself a civilian and he paused for a moment. He supposed he never really thought about that. He had left the military but he had never left the war zone, and he didn't really consider himself a civilian at all. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. It was at least a little bad he supposed that he had never actually calmed down in any regard. The scary thought about settling down was that it seemed impossible now. Every time he tried not to get involved he ended up getting pulled into some kind of massive conspiracy.He leaned back against the sofa as she asked questions about who was in charge. He looked at the computer for a moment and shrugged. "Maybe?" He said truthfully he wasn't sure if he did know or not. But he supposed any lead was better than none. "Organized crime in new york has a lot of names attached to it." As he spoke he pulled up the daily bugle archives. "Which means that a lot of the people who do trafficking tend to have their names come up from time to time. I've been making a searches and calls trying to figure out who or what we could be dealing with."The best he had found were some articles written by the daily bugle he didn't really trust the paper, it was more a house of liable these days. When J Johna had left he had taken the last shred of dignity the paper had with it, but he still pulled it out from time to time. "I was trying to look into cases that Seth worked, he was a rookie but he was still attatched to one or two higher profile cases mostly as an assisting detective. The NYPD has been trying to keep the busts under wraps but I found this published todayHe pointed her towards the article he had found. The photo was a graduation picture of detective sutherland.Rookie detective's last case shakes community.Detective Seth Sutherland respected member of his community went missing on the 10th of September his car found in the parking lot of the gym he had frequented, followed by a fire at his home which tragically resulted in the death of Sutherlands wife on the eleventh. The NYPD was not forth coming in the exact causes of the fire, but sources have disclosed the contents of Sutherlands final case, which marked several human trafficking busts that were carried out two days prior to Sutherland's disappearance. Detectives of the NYPD have placed the blame on this years white whale of crime, the crimeboss tombstone.Frank pulled up some related searches. "Ever heard of him? Considering we killed Sutherland, having his death blamed by a third party is pretty good for us, but looking up tombstone he seems to be an organized crime bogyman of sorts. The handle shows up on everything from drugs, to guns, and apparently it's branched out to women in the last five years." Suki Kimura A slight grimace appeared on Suki's face as the 'maybe' response came up. Granted, it'd be better than nothing at all. Still though, were these bastards actuallythatgood? That little to no trail was available for them to follow? Normally, this wouldn't bother the newly resigned cop, but it was exactly because of all that had happened within the past week .. had it already been that long? Almost, if not a week, since meeting Frank, when the target had been officially placed on her back. Her hands tucked under her chin as she thought long and hard.This wasn't the first time she'd pissed off criminals or convicts. It kinda came with the job, really.But itwasthe first time that people were actually retaliating back. Not only that, but they were succeeding in actuallytryingto scare and hurt her. And while Kimura wasn't immune to the unfortunate truth that there would never be a true end to crime particularly organized such as the mafia at least finding a way to weaken them was, now more so than ever, essential. Her life was literally depending on it, after all.The frown only got worse as Frank tapped the recentDaily Bugle. It was one of the few forms of social media she used at all. The picture of Seth made her sigh. Ultimately, she still didn't regret her decision to kill him. Her biggest lament came in knowing that was theonlyright thing she could have done. Sparing him really had been out of the question.Her head turned as she looked silently at Frank ... trying to quietly ask him if that article had anactualpoint to it aside from taunting her... Nah. Not his style. After her mind felt confident about that much, she nodded and forced herself to pick the paper up and begin reading it." ... Tombstone?" she repeated, the tone indicating he was a new name to her. "I ... am unsure if we're having the best or worst possible luck right now. The lack of attention on us is great, but ..."Suki lightly patted the paper."Ifheis actually out and about ... and has seen this, then .... "The sentence remained unfinished. Suki felt confident Frank would be able to complete it without her help. It was simple, really, and the thought made her internally groan.As if this fucking target wasn't huge enough, she bitterly thought, slowly setting theBugledown and moving the mouse to wake the laptop up. "Still, as it is ... heisthe only real lead, so here goes, I suppose."To say Suki wasveryamazed to find she could still log into the NYPD database was an understatement. In fact, her eyes widened. She had literally just come back from giving her badge and gun over to Holland. Had something happened in the span of leaving the building and coming back here? It was odd very much so that she was able to log in. Suki had seriously expected to see the "ACCESS DENIED" screen.But she wasn't ... and although this set off a lot of alarms in her head, this was sadly the best way to ensure they got the most accurate and correct information on this Tombstone person. Google could only do so much by itself, and most other searches would require her to pay for an in depth background check and all that jazz. Hell, even then, there was no guarantee she'd get the real deal, so to speak.So while she was taking the very risky route, this was also the best one.And sure enough .... she and Frank would both be staring at a very albino face, which in itself made Suki scoot back instinctively."That ... that can't be normal. Not without a medical explanation."Her head shook as she took a slight breath before moving forward again, beginning to read through his file. And finally ... one very specific name would stand out. One that was familiar not only to herself, but Frank Castle.Wilson Fisk, also known as Kingpin.She lightly tapped the name on the screen, raising an eyebrow curiously. "Hedoeshave the right boss, mindset, and capability, apparently. And with Fisk still in jail ... hewouldneed someone who's still on the outside to operate his unfinished businesses. Of course, this could just be a really crazy coincidence, but ..."Suki turned, looking right into Frank's eyes with a deathly serious look."I don't believe that's what we're looking at. They may have been stupidly pointing fingers, but I do think for once the force has the right idea. What do you think?" Frank Castle Frank looked at the image of Tombstone, the albino face, and the broad shoulders. The man was a massive beast. Muscular, tall, he looked like he could crush another mans hand with one of his own. Frank had to agree with Suki, but there were explanations beyond just medical experimentation. He knew a lawyer who could see with his hearing, and a woman with unnatural strength, they lived in a city with some frankly weird shit going on. Still he looked at the image and sighed."Tombstone, L Thompson Lincoln, this is not someone I'm familiar with, but I've met Fisk." Frank recalled the prison meeting, and a fist fight that felt like he had been punching sandbags, fisk's fists had felt like bricks against his bone, and yet if he had to judge between the two men, between Fisk and Tombstone he wasn't sure which of the two of them would be stronger. It was an odd feeling placing third in the one place he had genuine skill."Fisk told me that he wanted me on the outside, to kill the people running the streets. That my mission would soften up the streets for his return, and he would be back in power stronger than ever. Fisk is the one who let me out of prison, because I was too dangerous to keep contained, and too difficult to kill." He wasn't sure if that meant he owed the other man anything. In Frank's mind that meant that the two had been building up to another conflict."Eventually we both knew that meant that when he got out i'd be gunning for him, and aside form the fact that he has to wear orange Kingpin has the entire prison under his control from the guards, to the inmates. A few crooked cops hiding his bracket would be really easy for him to manage, and this guy... Lincoln... He doesn't fall far from that tree.""The only big thing to ask here is if that's their racket at the moment. Look at the rap sheet." Frank pointed down to a list of priors, Lincoln only had suspected offenses, for some reason no one would ever testify against him, Frank didn't exactly have to wonder why that was considering the look of the man. "They are mostly drug, and weapon related. Pimping, human trafficking that would be pretty new to the guy's business chain. Not really impossible businesses tend to branch out over time, but this is a rather big swing if it is him."So was Lincoln just another player or was he an organizer? it presented them with a new avenue tracking him down wouldn't be too difficult, but if they made a display of it than they could end up in hot water. They would probably need to be a bit stealthy for this one. "Can you clear the search history so that the NYPD don't know you looked this up? I'd rather they not follow our leads." Suki Kimura Suki nodded, a grim expression appearing on her normally calm and stoic face as Frank began to relay his own encounter with Fisk. That was both interesting and equally nerve wracking to learn. If even someone as strong and charismatic as Fisk had found and approached Frank Castle ... who else had he gone to? The NYPD had been trying to find this question out for quite a while.In fact, prior to the Italian mafia popping up and looking more organized than ever before this had been the task originally assigned to Suki, as well as a number of cops. But not only was the trafficking worse, Fisk was still, as Frank relayed, in jail. So it was easy to see what was deemed to be more important and the much higher threat."Well, I, for one, am very glad you shot down Fisk's offer. He's been nothing but trouble, and even while stillinprison, he hasn't exactly been the easiest inmate to tolerate or so I heard a few times."The last part of the sentence implied she hadn't been one of the cops who personally went to the cells and checked up on Fisk. But she had been kept in the loop and knew that some of her now ex coworkers had the massive misfortune of having to tolerate everything about Wilson Fisk from his mere presence to attitude and everything in between.Frank's words redirecting Suki to the here and now helped her leave her thoughts. She leaned forward, frowning slightly as the young Asian noticed .... he was right. Everything Tombstonehadbeen charged with were on a completely different playing field than that of human trafficking. So why, indeed, would he resort to such measures? Only one answer immediately popped into Suki's head ... though it was a very unappealing thought."If he's doing crimes he has never typically attempted before .... then there's likely an exchange system going on. Although we have primarily been dealing with the Italians, there's probably at least two maybe more factions out and about. In order to gain trust between one another, one group is requesting certain items drugs, women, and so on. Group B let's say in this example it's the Italians go out and gather them for Group A. Group A, meanwhile, provides the drugs and everything that B requests. Not only do they establish trust with one another, both parties get what they want. And it seems they've found a way to execute these crimes relatively low under the NYPD's radar."A shiver trailed down Suki's spine as she elicited a shaky breath."Not an overly happy thought to even consider, but it's the only thing that really starts making sense. It would also explain why some of the women have been targeted on a constant basis. Whomever A is ... they specifically want them. Who they are, who is leading them, or what their end goal is?"Suki shrugged."I have a few guesses, but nothing definite. Still ... assuming this theory holds any truth to it, we may have another lead that we can use. Likely whenever you wish to execute your plan to use me as bait."A small chuckle finally passed her lips as she heard Frank inquire if she could clear the history to keep the fact she'd logged on a secret. "Don't tell me you thought I was going to let them find that out for free? Come now, Frank. That's one of the few things youdon't need to tell me twice ... or even once. Yes, yes I can."Not that she enjoyed manipulating the system like this. But logging on at all had been a necessary evil of sorts. With them finally getting the first clue in what felt like forever, she wasn't simply going to ignore it. Although ... it did bring up a new thought that entered her head, which had tilted as she finished exiting the system."It's interesting they're trying to blame someone who typically deals with drugs and the like for murdering a cop. We don't even know if he's with the mafia at all. It's definitely not like the NYPD to just randomly point fingers."So ... why had they done that at all?Now Sukiknewsomething wasverywrong. From being able to still log in to hearing the hasty assumptions from her ex coworkers ... something wasn't right. And it felt like the issue was more than worrying about a few more dirty cops. Were some of the NYPD compromised by Fisk?Thatmade her grimace.Well ... whether that's true or not, it seems like you got out at the best possible time. A very unfortunate but also necessary evil, as well as revelation.There would be an almost three minute pause ... before Suki would finally speak up once more. And likely brought up a question that even Frank wouldn't have immediately expected to hear."You think it'd be wise for me to go to Seth and Anna's funeral? Seth may have been a prick, but someone guilty of crimes like murder doesn't typically appear at their victim's funerals. So I'm hoping my presence will remove some suspicion. But ... there's just also the simpler fact that even if he wasn't a clean one, he was still a cop. And Anna ..."Her eyes softened."She never should have been dragged into this in the first damn place." Frank Castle "Most likely it's a power play." Frank said leaning back into his seat, his eyes drifted up to the ceiling. People like Fisk or Tombstone were hard to touch, actually they were nearly impossible to touch through regular means. Tombstone probably had enough protection, and money left over from running Fisk's empire that he would be very difficult to go after. This was the problem with organized crime, it was all so organized.Costumed idiots got costumed villains, the kinds that broke a ton of rules, or existed outside of the law through various means. They were easier to track, easier to deal with or take out, and didn't have messy reprecussions. No batted an eye when someone with a costume calls down lightning bolts anymore, but try to take down a gang leader and you have to deal with every single one of their minions. So pointing the blame at Tombstone and thus fisk for the death of a cop was a play that put them on edge."It's easier for someone to go after a wanted man's territory and resources. By calling Tombstone a cop killer the majority of cops won't bat an eye if people under his employ go missing. Likely someone in one of our two group scenario wants to make a move on Tombstone without causing too much fuss, take over his side of the business. When criminals work together it's always in the short term. To cut the most profit, and eventually someone sees an opportunity to take the entire pie."Frank mused it over. "That probably means that a gang war will be starting up soon, if Tombstone can't hold onto his territory with the cops after him than there will be a lot of fighting, and a lot of people will end up getting hurt because of it." Anyway he looked at it a power vacuum when they were trying to force out an unknown group of criminals was not a good thing. Using Suki would give them a clue as to who the group was, but maybe they didn't have to go that far."Perhaps, if these guys are the enemy of Fisk, than he would be willing to share the information he has on them?" The idea of asking Fisk for anything was disgusting, but Frank had to pay the man back for some of the bruises that he had gotten the last time Fisk and him had crossed paths."You want some dinner?" He got up and started to walk to the kitchen. "We can work out the plans as I cook us something to eat." Suki Kimura It took every bit of willpower not to chuckle. Poor Frank was probably focused as all hell on the more pressing issue, and that all revolved around this Tombstone character. Deep down, Suki had a feeling her inquiry about whether to attend the Sutherland's funeral hadn't likely been ignored. But ... it was hard not to simply jump to that conclusion.Still, even while Frank spoke, Suki felt herself leaning more and more towards 'no' the more she considered the idea. Although her logic about guilty people not appearing at such events could work for her, it could also bite her in the ass. And shehadbeen working for the NYPD. Even if some of her co workers acted and even sounded like idiots, most were smart in all honesty. At leastoneof them would likely ask questions, and all would be the type she wouldn't wanna hear nor be forced to reply to.Okay, maybe not all of them, but ... still. Point very much made. Nodding to herself, Suki snuck a glance down at her leg. If for nothing else least of all her discretion she'd feel less guilty about skipping the funeral for her own sake. If she and Frank were going to keep this partnership functioning, a few things had to happen, and one of them involved her being as close to one hundred percent well as humanly possible. Suffice to say, the newest bullet wound had all but ensured Suki would have to start over on the healing process.The thought made her elicit a very frustrated sigh. That plus ... just hearing all of Frank's musings. Because, unfortunately, most if not all of them were probably right."Power play is a given when it comes to factions or gangs, so ... yep. Very likely. Our earlier talk about Group A providing Group B with one particularly supply and demand while the other gives another set of items? That's likely exactly what we're seeing. I'm ... ninety five percent sure about that, in fact, maybe a bit higher."Which then led her to the 'now what do we do?' part of the plan.Suki grimaced. As quickly as ideas tried to rush through her mind, they simultaneously began to give her a less than desired headache. Her hand rose as she rubbed her temple, silently listening to everything else Frank was relaying and mentally tucking it all away. In the end, though, she only found one appropriate answer to offer, "I'm not saying wedon'tdiscuss this. That's stupid. But ... maybe not now? I really am kinda .... "Her hand tilted in the air, helping emphasize her feelings."It's not exactly the most pleasant set of thoughts to dwell on, ya know? Or ... maybe not, huh? You've likely been through way worse than I have, haven't you?"The faintest of smirks crossed her lips as she leaned back against the couch. Oh yeah. That sense of vulnerability? If it hadn't been hitting her before now? Oh man, was it eversmackingher really fucking roughly. And it didnotfeel great for Suki. Maybe if she had her gun from her place nearby, sure. But as things were? She was considered a 'normal civilian' to all of New York now.Frank was but one of the small handful of people who even knew the kind of woman Sukiusedto be. From ex military to now ex cop. Otherwise she would appear like all of the other 'normal' individuals who resided in this massive city.Still, knowing that the other group of people who knew the truth about Suki were not only here, but unknown to both her and Frank?That was a legitimately terrifying thought. One she wanted to avoid dwelling on for too long, if doable."Anyway, yeah, mind if we put that talk on hold? I'd rather just ... take your offer on dinner and .... chill. Watch a movie online or something, perhaps? I promise, though, that I'll devote a day to talking more in depth on all of this. It just ... it also feels like it may be simpler to do when my leg's somewhat, if not completely, better. Does that seem fair enough?"Adding those last few sentences would, hopefully, make for a fair enough compromise. It definitely seemed sound enough in her mind, anyway. So now she had to wait to hear if Frank would agree or not on her train of thought. Frank Castle "Yeah lets take this moment to rest up." Of course Frank thought going to Sutherlands funeral was a bad idea. The southerland house had burned down, and the man had been a criminal cop, most of the people who went would either be his co workers or criminal accomplaces, and all it would take would be one person to get Suki alone with them. A funeral in general was a bit weird since they would never find Southerlands body. He didn't even know if the man's wife had any family to burry her with, but considering she had been abused in southerlands own words it would be unlikely that she would have many people to burry her as well.the entire thing was just a sad event that the two need not go anywhere near. "We can shelve this for a few days." He agreed.Frank didn't blame her for not wanting to go over this again and again. It felt a bit like the two of them were running in circles, and the truth was the two of them weren't going to be doing much until she had fully recovered from her leg wound speaking of which, as he got up from the couch he turned towards her. "Do you want some advil for the pain?" He knew how bad being shot could be, but he also wasn't about to give her anything higher than over counter advil. Her personality was strong, but he didn't want to risk any future dependancy to pain killers if they could avoid it. He supposed that he was going to be acting as her doctor for the next few days.Walking into the kitchen, frank felt an odd sense of euphoria as he started to look over what they had. He didn't have much in the way of food but it had been a very long time since he had cooked any meals for anyone other than himself. Tonight he could actually go all out and try to make something the two of them could enjoy. It was a simple thing, but having someone he could share a more domestic moment with actually brought him a sense of happiness, it made him think about his old family, but only for a few seconds before he burried that thought.This wasn't a date, or anything like that. It felt weird cooking that wasn't Maria, and he didn't want to dig up old wounds when he was so close to being happy. So of course burrying it just brought up one question into his head.Would Maria have moved on by now if their positions had been reversed?He started to cook dinner, using whatever fresh greens he had to make something simple. He ended up choosing a quick stir fry using some fresh greens, and chicken, a can of peas, and a few other canned vegtables he had on hand. He put it on two plates, satisfied with it, for the moment. He walked towards her and put the plate onto the table as she pulled up Netflix. "It's been a while since I cooked for anyone, so I hope you enjoy." He set it on the table in front of them, and sat down next to her.

['Suki', 'Booker', 'Kimura']

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Shadow Hearts 4: Descending Into The Abyss (Athene & Veinexes)

Author's Note amp Disclaimer: This role play is inspired and based off the "Shadow Heart" video games. To keep with the pattern of having these set during historical eras, me and my husband co author, Veinexes, agreed if a fourth was ever made, it would likely be during the Second World War. While this will not be 100 historically accurate, it will have events and even some people names who did exist during the Holocaust. If you think this thread may offend you or trigger any PTSD, I apologize in advance. I will not, however, hold liability for anyone who opts to read with knowing what this may and can contain. Read at your own risk. You have officially been warned. Julia Winter 13th December, 1941 F rstenberg, Germany Exact Location: Ravensbr ck Concentration Camp 13:29 PM "Under arrest?! The hell for?! I'm not hiding any Jews, nor does the Star of David label me!" How long ago had she uttered that same argument? One month ago? Two? Three?She couldn't remember, and frankly, it didn't matter now. When this war began, tons of rumors rapidly spread throughout the world. No one was safe from the Nazis. Not even Germans. It had been something that Julia originally thought to be an exaggeration. What kind of nonsense was that? Nazis were, mostly, other Germans. So why would they target and hunt their own kin, so to speak? The night she got arrested, that theory got quickly debunked. Now, she was living in the former myths. Well ... as much as one could consider themselves to be 'living' in hell holes like these.A semi messy mane of dark brown hair lifted as footfalls echoed throughout the concentration camp. With how long twenty year old Julia Winter had been here now, she'd gotten accustomed to a routine of sorts. It was drawing near tothattime again. The one where even more experiments would be done on her. The thought made her scowl and grimace.Wasn't it bad enough they'd literally turned her into a bitch? What more were they even working on? Hadn't they gotten what they wanted? Did she even want to know the answer to any of those questions?On one hand, she actually did. Even if only to better understand what seemed to be her fate and future, if not both. And at the same time, the dread and fear within Julia was screaming 'Fuck no!'.Just count your blessings, she inwardly chided herself, hearing an almost immediate scoff echo in her head, followed by another swift quip.You call this a blessing?It is when you've been able to avoid rape. Even still, it didn't change how her life had been since getting sent to Ravensbr ck. She should be out and about. On the goddamn frontlines. But not kept in this small ass cell with barely getting anything. Literally so. Even the essentials such as clothing weren't simply handed to any of the other prisoners. Some could argue Julia had an easier stay since she was German instead of Jewish, but that wasn't true. No one had it 'easy' here. Honestly, that likely applied to any prisoner in any of these damned camps. Regardless, everyone experienced the same sensations as herself anger, disgust, despair, fear, and that was just the feelings she was immediately able to register swimming through her own brain.Her head lifted once again as a different set of footfalls caught Julia's attention. This time when she looked up, she saw an armed man standing in front of her cell."Guessing it's time?"Before Julia could hear her captor's response, gun fire caused thembothto turn their heads. ... Seriously? Someone's actually attacking this shit hole?! That's fine. In fact, this was maybe just maybe the very opportunity Julia had been waiting months to arrive. Something,anything, that would give her the chance to get out would be a blessing. Sure, it'd come with the risk of dying. But ... that was also more than fine. If she had to be completely honest, there wasn't much of a win win. Had she stayed here much longer, that probably would have been what these fuckers would have done anyway.If Death had to be an option ... best to do so on her own terms. In this case, trying to get one of the few things she wanted freedom.Before the soldier moved away from her cell, Julia reached through the bars and pulled him back. Hard. Ensuring the back of his head slammed against the metal door. And just for good measure, she pulled him back two more times, allowing the body to slump to the floor.Whether he was unconscious or outright dead didn't matter. Grabbing the keys and using them to open her door was all she cared about. Julia then reached down, pulling the officer's Luger pistol out from its holster.And then ... she began to run. Faster than she ever had in her life. This was a 'now or never' moment, and she wasnotgoing to waste this opportunity. Meanwhile....Outside of the facility ballistics fly from both ends of the battlefield. as soldiers on both sides fight hard against the other. As bodies began to fall on both sides, a group of three soldiers moved undetected for now. Slipping around the side of the camp one of the men produced a set of cutters, using them and pushing through the fence. One of the men in particular, an English soldier named Argus Bain, was here to make sure this joint operation met their objective. The rest of the squad was made up of Americans, the plan needed the overwhelming force they could bring to it, allowing a distraction for the smaller group to sneak inside.One of the GI's turn back whispering, "So what are we here for again? I mean other then to kick some ass."Argus sighed, "We're here to liberate this camp, free the prisoners, and locate a certain someone.""We could just bomb the place and be done with it, cost a lot less manpower.""We wouldn't be completing the mission then would we?""If what were after is that important then maybe it'd be better if we just had blown it away, as for everything else this is war, casualties happen."Argus furrows his brow, "If you don't want to do the mission right then fine, go on and leave. I'm finishing this mission though and the right way."After a bit of grumbling the squad moves forward, checking each building until they come to the large medical like building on the camp."They should be in here."The soldiers check their weapons and begin moving into the building. Julia Winter There was perhaps one benefit in being experimented on. Julia was one of the few women who had been picked to endure these bullshit trials. As such, she didn't really envision herself as leaving anyone behind, so to speak. But even then? Whoever had actually arrived and was fighting against the Nazis ... they could deal with that. It was, more likely than not, their job. Julia just needed to get out, and she needed to do so as quickly as humanly possible.So then ... would it be worth .... ?? ... Maybe. It was certainly an option. Just ... not one she wanted to resort to. Shehatedhaving to resort tothat. Granted, the change did come with perks, but ... it was just so fucking weird and difficult to explain."Then again, it's not like anyone can naturally do such shit," she muttered.Or ... was she wrong about that?Julia didn't get to linger on that thought for very long before her attention shifted. Although footfalls were echoing loudly in seemingly every direction, there seemed to be a new set coming rightforher. And right after she rounded a certain corner, that did seem to be the case. At least ... a first glance implied that could be the case.The uniform didn'tlookthe exact same as the Nazis, no.... But that didn't mean shit. For all she knew, they could be impersonators.Her arms rose, aiming the Luger right at the men as she instinctively spoke, first doing so in her native tongue, "Aus meinem Weg!" While slowly walking around them and keeping the pistol trained on them, she added, "I just want out. I don't want trouble .... ""Even though that has a very, very annoyingly good knack of finding me ... ""So just stay there and let me hurry out, then you can resume with whatever. Seem fair enough?" No sooner had the group entered to move around the facility then they encountered a soldier, or at least a German to be sure. As the woman raised her Luger and shouted the group also raised their weapons. Argus pushed on the GI's arm, "Hold your fire!" He shouted as a burst of bullets shot out of the rifle, hitting the wall near and behind the woman. She ducked back behind the corner as more bullets blanketed the wall she had snuck behind The soldiers must have been on edge despite their earlier remarks as the clips emptied on the concrete.Argus had moved back and away from the firing soldiers to avoid any stray bullets, sinking into a cubby hole off the side of the hall. Julia Winter .... Oh? That had certainly been the last thing Julia expected to hear. A command, and perhaps the smartest one anybody could have uttered hold your fire. Then .... did at least one of them somehow understand she wasn't a Nazi?Well ... that much was great.But when the others failed to reach the same conclusion?It was ... hard to have faith in any of those men. Whoever the hell they even were."L se gl ckliche Idioten aus!" Julia hissed angrily through gritted teeth, shaking her head in annoyance. Shoot first, ask questions later. Go figure. It wouldn't amaze her if these were Americans. Except ... the accent suggested they weren't American. Something else, most definitely.Then again, that didn't matter. If these fools couldn't control themselves, let alone listen to their superior, then it was probably just for the best that Julia should focus on one single thing herself.So back to square one ... back to escaping ... She slowly nodded, waiting for the bullets to cease firing and the silence to return once again. The Luger would be tossed from around the corner. But it wouldn't be the same woman they saw come from behind it.Instead, it'd be .... ablack dog?You bastards! How dare you make me change into this cursed form! It made sense to Julia. It'd confuse them long enough to know how to act. And if any were stupid enough to fire? Well ... that would just show who was truly the animal and who was the more humane individual between herself and these other foreigners.With the hopes that it wouldn't be only this small group baffled by the new form, Julia ran in the new body. Whoever these guys were ... they weren't after dogs. Nor were Nazis interested in them .... although, to be fair, they may be able to realize this wasn't a dog at all. It was what they created and turned her into a barghest.Either way, Julia was internally screaming and praying that while looking like this, no one would pay enough heed to her. Or, if she did grab attention, that no one would shoot. As the bullets ceased Argus sighed, thankful that it looked like they had come to an arrangement as the German had thrown their pistol out. "Alright, lets all calm down and A large black dog jumped out and towards the group of soldiers, still reloading from their earlier spray. " Fuck!" Argus dived to the side as the hound flew past, dodging through and between the soldiers and out the door. The men were all dumbfounded as the beast was gone in an instant."Wha..what was that thing?" Asked one of the soldiers as another looked around the corner. "That woman is gone too." Meanwhile, sitting alone in a nearby tree sat a sniper watching the base. His name was Samual Price. His job was to observe the operation and report anything that he might see. A boring job to be sure, he sighed as he checked his scope again. "Sorry girl, I know this recon stuff is for the birds, good thing we're in the right place huh?"Adjusting the focus on the scope he began scanning the camp before sighting something blur across his sights.. On reflex he moved his hand to the trigger and moved to follow it, it was to fast and blended in to well for a clear shot, and he knew that his superiors wouldn't want him wasting ammo, or worse, drawing attention to himself when he wasn't supposed to. "Tch... damn.." He made a note of the creature but that was all he could do at the moment as it disappeared into the forest. It had looked like a wolf or some other sort of canine. He didn't mind dogs, but they were dumb sometimes, hopefully that one wouldn't have to be put down later if it happened to attack anyone. Julia Winter Thank fucking god!Leaving the concentration camp had been relatively simple, all things considered. The logic behind her transforming had worked, and most people found themselves either able to do much more than gawk in shock and awe. Or, for the few that had recognized and realized who she was, they didn't add two and two together quick enough. It gave her the time she'd hoped for.Now, she was stuck with the annoying but inevitable rhetorical question what to do now? Step one, she had to figure out where exactly she was going. It was easy, at least in concept. But in actuality, it wasn't that simple to make a verdict. France had been her very first thought. But the more she kept dwelling on it? Maybe .... somewhere else may be smarter? 20th December, 1941 Prague, Czech Republic Exact Location: Undisclosed Inn 11:08 AM In hindsight,maybeshe should have gone to France. Suffice to say, Julia had definitely not known that even the Czech Republic had been conquered by Germany. Part of why she opted to go to Prague instead, however, laid in the simple fact it was much closer. It would have taken a bit over a week to even enter France. And even while running to Prague, she'd had a few close calls with Nazis, both in and out of her barghest form. It seemed smarter to make this detour instead of avoiding it.As of this moment, though? Julia wasdefinitelyhaving second thoughts about her decision.Thankfully, her not having any Jewish heritage was helping her out. That plus laying low. If she ever spoke, it was in either English or German, depending on who could understand which tongue, to buy food or a temporary room for herself. And though it probably looked a bit likely very suspicious, she had a cloak over her more typically worn clothes.But now?She was running low on everything money, food, the ability to pay for a room. To say it was worrying her was an understatement. It was angering her as much as it scared Julia.I should be able to be on the goddamn front lines and get financial compensation that way!Unfortunately, the moment she escaped, it also changed her military status. Even if justified, she was now an AWOL soldier. A bullshit fate, really.Julia was sitting on her bed, desperately making an effort to think of something. Anything. Itwasgetting dire enough that some part of her was seriously considering whoring herself out.... No though. Her pride wouldn't tolerate that."What though? Gotta do something .... " she muttered to herself, groaning as she plopped down atop her bed, laying on her stomach.

['Veinexes', 'Winter']

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Distant Horizons (1×1 w/ Jikkah)

Sasuke sat silently in a cave as he worked meticulously to get the ritual circle right. In the middle of the circle laid the body of a Bosmer woman, only a little older than he was. He had made a deal with Sithis if he gave Sithis a soul, he would return Sasuke's mother to him. The young halfling couldn't be happier, so glad that the Dread Father would be so kind to him a lowly little half Wood Elf half Nord.Masamune and Kojurou moved through Windhelm to speak with Ieyasu, the newest Jarl of the Hold. Or at least he would be. Masamune didn't like the cold however, much prefering the warm temperature of Riften. The body was fresh, still warm, but cooling. She resembled his mother a bit, but not much it had been hard to find a Bosmer that looked like his mother, and time was ticking.It was snowing heavily like it almost always did, but that didn t stop the city from being rather busy, people milling about no matter the weather. The city always seemed so washed out, the grey of the stone walls and the white of the snow almost painfully boring then a flash of brilliant black. It was as dark as raven wings, it was hair. A girl, about his own age made her way through the snow. She was dressed in a fine heavy coat, and her hair was kept neatly down her back, and then she was gone behind a corner. "Ok, Sithis. I'm ready." Sasuke called. It was quiet. Way too quiet. Then suddenly a black and blue mist surrounded the woman and Sasuke grew overly excited."Whoa." Masamune stopped and made a detour, following the girl quickly."W matte, Masamune sama!" Kojurou called. The body was completely hidden, and even with the mist in the room, the only noise Sasuke could hear was his own heart beat. The mass of mist swirled and moved, growing taller before him and then moving out toward him, the sound of a breath being taken sounding before him. The mist slowly dissipated, revealing an outstretched hand, then the corpses entire body. She was sitting up now, reaching out for Sasuke with shaky movements, letting out a soft groan. Tears slipped down her ashen cheeks as she stared at him, cupping his cheek with a cold hand had he really done it? Had he brought his mother back?The girl was heading down the alley way toward the market, paying no attention to the boy who followed her. He grabbed her hand and almost choked on a sob, "Mom...?" He choked out."Hey! Girl!" He called, catching up to her. She opened her mouth, but not much came out. Ah.. She collapsed forward, crumpling into his lap, it was no surprise she wasn t steady, he had just put a soul into a corpse it didn t start out in. It would take some time for her to adjust, but that didn t matter, he had his mother back even if her heart didn t beat, and her flesh was cold, she was back.She stopped and turned to face him, a scowl on her face. She was beautiful fair skin, red lips and scarlet eyes, all of which was twisted into a scowl at the sight of the boy in front of her. I hope that you don t mean me. She said, crossing her arms over her chest. And if you do, you ll need far better manners than that to continue to talk to me. He held her tight, practically shaking, "It's ok, take your time. There's no need to rush."Masamune skid to a stop and blinked before grinning, "Sorry, sorry." He bowed extravagantly to her, "May I be granted the honor to speak with you now ?""Masamune!" The boy choked when Kojurou grabbed his cloak and tugged him back, "Do not just run off like that in such a large city!""Argh! Kojurou!" Masamune hissed. He felt the corpse move, she had wrapped her arms around him, holding him as he held her she wasn t completely brainless. She choked out soft noises that almost sounded like crying, showing she was sentient of who he was as well.When Masamune looked back, the girl was already making her way off, rounding the corner and leaving the two alone. She had to be shy, how could she not have been in the presence of the Jarl of Riften? "It's so good to have you back..." He muttered, "I'm so sorry I left you behind...""Wha! Hey!" He called and shoved away from Kojurou before chasing after her. Sil... A quiet rasp came from the woman s parched throat, so quiet it was barely audible, even so, she was doing her best to say his name.This time the girl had disappeared, not a single glimpse of her to be seen in the crowd. He held her tighter, trying to keep a hold of himself. "It's ok, I'm here..""Huh? Where did she...?""Masamune!" Kojurou jerked him back again, scowling heavily, "I told you not to run off!" Megohime leaned against the wall not to far from Masamune and Kojurou, watching without being seen. She had cast invisibility, allowing herself to go undetected even as he stood mere paces away. "We have to go meet with Ieyasu." Kojurou scolded. Masamune huffed and stalked off toward the Palace of Kings. Megohime watched until the two were around the corner and out of sight before disarming her magic, making a soft noise before heading off again. The meeting was rather uneventful Masamune would rather be out looking for that girl."Hey, Ieyasu," he began, cutting off the young jarl, "you know of any Akaviri lookin' girls? Red eyes, kinda snobby?""Oh, Megohime dono??" Ieyasu asked, "Yes, her family has lived her for a long time. Why?""Where does she live?" Megohime had returned home for the day, the snow falling particularly hard outside, but still, that markets continued on, which meant her parents business would as well. She sat upstairs, busy writing in her journal. There was a knock on the front door after a while, rather loud and abrupt. Who could that be? Megohime made a face, but set down her quill and moved downstairs to answer the door, unlatching the lock and peeking out. It was the boy again Masamune or something. He grinned when she opened the door."Not very polite for you to scold me for being rude only to be rude yourself." Megohime stared at him blankly for a moment, then immediately closed the door in his face. She couldn t believe he had found her house, and after finding where she lived, proceeded to harass her at her home. "You can't ignore me forever, Megohime! I'm not leaving until you talk to me!" Masamune called from outside her home. No, I m ok really. She said back through the door, frowning. I don t mind if you leave, you seem busy anyway. "Busy with what? Courting you? I'm as free as a bird until I want to return to Riften " He said smugly. Megohime s face flushed and she kept the door closed. Yeah right, you aren t even remotely serious..! She scoffed. "I'm dead serious! You're gonna become my bride!" He called, "Now open up!" He could almost hear Megohime s entire face go bright red, sputtering behind the door something unintelligible. The door swung open wide and she stood there looking a mixture of pissed and completely flustered. You re so full of shit! "Whoa, language. You gonna let your future husband in, it's freezing " He grinned. Megohime stared at him before moving aside and looking away. Don t expect me to get you anything.. She muttered. "Not even a drink to combat this bitter cold ?" He teased as he stepped inside and looked around Milk. She muttered bitterly, flowing the door after he entered. Why are you here anyway? "I told you, I was here to court you " He said as he turned toward her, "I even bought you a gift from the market." Her ears burned hot and she stiffened up a bit. He was joking, there was no way he wasn t joking. And if I tell you to get lost? "You can't tell me to get lost, I'm a Jarl " He grinned, "And the Dragonborn " Her mouth dropped open slightly, then quickly turned into a frown. You re lying. She said bluntly. There s no way you re the Dragonborn. "Yol." He exhaled the word gently and fire followed, his expression over confident and smug, "If that doesn't make me husband material, I don't know what does." Her eyes widened and she started at him in shock. It looked like it was some kind of magic, but it wasn t it couldn t be. Maybe being a decent person: her awe was short lived. Was that all he had to offer? A little fire? She wasn t impressed. "I could do more but I don't wanna destroy your house." He said, "Get me something warm to drink and I'll take you out and show you. Please?" Megohime made a face, but headed into the kitchen to fetch Masamune a bottle of mead that had been warming by the fire with other various drinks and food. Here. She said, holding out the drink for him. He took it gratefully and moved to sit down, "Thanks, Mego " Megohime scowled softly. It sMegohime and I didn t invite you in to sit and drink! "What, you want me tostandand drink? Rude." He said. I d rather you leave. She retorted, but have in. Whatever, just don t dirty anything. She said, waving her hand at him. "Oh no, I'm going to get my snow bitten hands all over your expensive things that I can replace." He said sarcastically. Hardly. She sniffed, turning her head away from him. You re just like all the other boys, loud and dirty. "I am rather hygienic." He remarked, "And as for loud, only when people don't listen and show proper respect." She scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Such a charming one you are. She said sarcastically. "I can be charming!" He argued before reaching into his coat and pulling out a silver and moonstone necklace with two small sapphires on either side of the moonstone. The necklace itself was pretty, but the way he so uncermoniously yanked it from his pocket, the way it was presented to her it just wasn t romantic at all. I don t want it. She said. I have one just like it. "But I bought this for you!" He argued, "Take it!" Megohime was quite flattered, but she still thought he was doing nothing more than playing the part of a cruel joke. Fine. She said, taking the pendant, actually putting it on before straightening out her hair. But don t expect me to get you anything in return. "I don't expect you to, I'm the one doing the courting." He said, "You wanna...go have supper with me later..?" He could see her debating in her head, glancing at him from the corners of her eyes. Fine... Not like I have anything better to do.. She muttered. He grinned and downed his mead before standing, "Cool! Get your coat, I'll show you some of my Thu'um " Megohime moved to the coatrack and grabbed her coat, pulling it on quickly. Well, if you are going to do it, we should go outside of the city, you ll scare everyone. "Fair, fair." He grinned as he walked out and headed out of the hold with her, "We can head passed the stables toward Kynesgrove, there's a huge empty stretch there." Megohime gave a nod, closing the door to her home behind her and locking the door. Ok. She followed him in silence for a moment before speaking up. What ever happened to the guy you were traveling with earlier? She asked curiously. "Kojurou?" He asked, glancing back, "Ah, he's dealing with Ieyasu for trade routes and ally stuff. He'll be busy for a while." Shouldn t you be doing that? I thought that was your job,Jarl. She said. "Kojurou is better to deal with that sort of thing. The last time I handled anything, the Empire almost robbed Riften of our resources because I wasn't listening to what they were saying." He replied. Are you sure you re really a Jarl? She asked, breath coming out in hot puffs as she spoke. "Of course I am! You want me to prove that, too?" He asked, "I can! We just...have to go to Riften.." Megohime looked to him. Why do you say it like that? My, don t tell me you aren t actually the Jarl? "Well, I don't have any actual proof on me, Kojurou told me to leave it all at home in case we were robbed.." He said, "But I am the Jarl of Riften." She watched him for a bit before looking away. Mm. It s fine, I just want to see you do that thing again what do you call it? The thing you did with the fire? "Thu'um. Shout." He said, "Do you want a bigger fire or something different? I can make it stop snowing." Both. She blurted out, then looked incredibly embarrassed at how quickly she answered. I I mean, if you can. She quickly sputtered out. Both would be fine. He grinned, "Cover your ears, it gets pretty loud." He advised before looking up at the sky and taking a deep breath, "Lok Vah Kor!" His voice boomed and thundered all through the area, spooking the wildlife nearby. Megohime kept her hands firmly over her ears until the shaking ground settled, looking up at the sky as the clouds slowly started to disappear, just like magic. He held his hands out to catch the non existant snow, grinning from ear to ear, "Well that's one down " Megohime had never seen anything like it, the sky just splitting open like that, blue skies now where dark clouds were seconds before. Do the fire one the shouting thing. She said, not demanding thouch, more like an excited child. He grinned and turned away, taking a deep breath, "Yol Toor Shul!" The last two words of power were swallowed up by the roar of flame that shot from his mouth, melting the snow on the ground and licking at the stone path. She could feel the heat from the shout even though she was standing a few feet behind him, amazed at what he could do. The fire doesn t hurt you? It s so close to your mouth! He stopped and turned to smile, "Nah, not really it's just hot " Megohime made a face, then reached out to place her hands on his cheeks. Oh, you re right.. Your face is kinda hot.. She muttered, then realized what she was doing, and quickly pulled away, ears burning. F From the fire! It s hot from the fire! He grinned almost wickedly, "You think I'm hot?" That s not what I said! She hissed, cheeks burning just as hot as her ears. "Ok, ok!" He said, "No need to get so defensive. By Talos, woman.." Megohime crosses her arms over her chest and glared at the snow, too embarrassed to look at him. Can you do anything else? "I can also freeze things.." He said, "But that isn't very cool...I can also sprint really far using my thu'um as well.." Like it makes you move faster? She blinked, looking over at him again. "Kinda? It's hard to explain but it's kinda like taking one super huge step and immediately getting from one end to the other." He said. Isn t that dangerous? What if you ran into a wall? She asked. "Well, I guess I just have to make sure there's no wall, huh?" He grinned cheekily I don t know, what if I said I wanted to see you run into something? She said and turned her nose up. "That would be rather mean of you, Mego. After I made it stop snowing no less." He replied. Megohime. She corrected, huffing softly. I want to go back, it s boring out here. She muttered, turning and heading back down the path to the city. "Wha hey!" He called and chased after her, "You're rather brutish for a girl." I am not brutish! She retorted. I ve done nothing to even remotely indicate such a thing! "You're rude and standoff ish.." He pointed out. Megohime nearly choked on her spit. That s just because you re abrasive and overly forward! "Don't girls like boys who are like that?" He asked genuinely No, why would they? She said blandly. He blinked before shrugging, "Not sure.." He replied. She rolled her eyes as they entered the city, Megohime making her way back toward the upper districts to her home. "So I'll come get you for supper at sunset?" He asked when they stopped at her door. Megohime put her key in the door, cheeks dusted pink. If you still want to. She said with a small nod. "Ok! Great!" She could hear his excitement, "I'll see you soon! Ja!" He said and jogged off. Megohime couldn t help the smile, she couldn t help that her heart beat like crazy in her chest Why was she so happy? Masamune headed back to the Palace of Kings where Kojurou was finalising everything. "She's letting me take her to dinner!""Who?" Kojurou asked. Masamune grinned."The cute girl from the other day Megohime. She's letting me take her out." Megohime was so nervous to meet up with the boy who said was going to make her his bride, she had actually gone quite early to their meeting place. She still wore the pendant he had gotten her, dressed up in a dark red dress and heavy overcoat for the snow. "Hey!" Masamune jogged up in one of his nicer coats, his messy hair pulled back into a rather short ponytail. He looked rather handsome, "So I pulled some strings and you're gonna have dinner with me in the Palace." Megohime blinked in shock, cheeks dusted pink, as she looked at him. I In the Palace of Kings? She echoed, a little shocked, not expecting to eat in the palace itself. "Yeah, that's the only Palace here." He grinned, "Come on, Ieyasu wants to meet you " Megohime nodded, red faced as she moved to follow Masamune, more embarrassed than ever. She had to meet the Jarl of Windhelm now? He walked with her to the Palace and let her in first before walking inside. The table was already set and everyone was coming in to eat. "Come on, we're near the front." Megohime s heart was pounding in her chest as she followed him up toward the front of the long table where Ieaysu and his housecarls sat. She was nervous, so nervous in fact that she shuffled closer to Masamune and actually held onto the sleeve of his coat. He glanced at her and frowned, "Hey, you ok? What's up?" Her cheeks flushed and she pulled her hand away. Something was on your coat. She muttered, looking away. "Oh, what was it?" He asked, trying to look, "Did you get it?" J Just some snow, you re fine now. She said, mentally scolding herself for getting worked up and holding onto him. "Cool, thanks." He grinned and grabbed a bottle, "Wine or ale?" Wine. She answered, but was still a bit unsure should she even be drinking? "It's fine, just the one glass. And if you don't like it, I'll get you something else!" He said. Who was this boy? Surely not the one who had been trying this whole time to win her hand. Megohime nodded, still blushing even as she went to her seat, feeling her heart pound in her chest and her hands sweaty. When Ieyasu entered, everyone either bowed or curtsied out of respect. He merely grinned."Please, sit! Let us enjoy our time together here." Megohime was sat beside Masamune, but away from Ieyasu, watching everyone mill about as they gathered their food before returning to their seat. "You're doing great. You don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to." Masamune told her softly. I I m fine..! She whispered back, looking away from picking at her potatoes. I m just listening is all..! He smiled and gently took her hand, "I'm sorry if this is too much. I figured I would prepare you for what Riften would be like once we got married..." He told her softly, "I'll take you somewhere quieter next time. In fact, I'll let you pick." Her entire face lit up when he took her hand, but she didn t pull away, only nodding. O Oh... Ok. Was all that managed to tumble out of her mouth. "Is that ok?" He asked, "I honestly expected venom from you " I could just take you to the pig farmer and have him feed you along with his pigs. She muttered, still holding his hand and blushing. He grinned and chuckled, giving her habd and squeeze, "That's more like it." The dinner went relatively smooth, Megohime and Masamune mostly keeping to themselves but still enjoying the company of the others. "Is this your future bride?" Ieyasu asked as he approached. They didn't even see him move. "I'm honored to meet you in person!" Megohime s gaze immediately shot to Masamune, face red again. You re telling everyone that ridiculous boast? He grinned even wider, "Not a boast it's the truth. Yer gonna be my bride. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day." Megohime sputtered again, turning her head away from Masamune. Jarl Ieyasu, don t listen to anything he s saying..! Ieyasu was smiling brightly, "And why is that? Has he said something wrong?" He s only being proud! Why would he ask my hand in marriage when he s only just met me? She protested. "There's just something about you, I just..." Ieyasu glanced at Masamune as the Dragonborn looked upon Megohime with an admiration and love he hadn't really seen before. The two could almost see steam coming from her ears she was blushing so hard. She didn t have any words left, only looking down at her lap. I still think it s just a cruel joke. She muttered. Ieyasu slunk away as Masamune tightened his grip on her hand, "I wouldn't joke about something like this..."Sasuke continued to try and help his mother remember how to speak and how to move. She had been dead for so long, he didn't expect her to immediately remember anything. Moving around had proved a simple task, only needing time for the rigidity of the corpse to fade away, and in no time she was able to function as normal. She could walk and jog, and even grasp things, but her speech was coming along a bit slower. She could say his name Sildriel, and a few other simple words, but sentences took her time to form. "Just take your time, it's ok, there's no rush." He soothed as he sat with her, "I'm just so glad you're back.." Sildriel... I I... She looked frustrated, not able to say what she wanted, the words just not coming out. Different.... It didn t seem like the word she wanted, shaking her head with a soft frown. He furrowed his brows, "Don't strain yourself, take your time...everything will still be really jumbled." She let out a soft breath, but nodded, still looking a little disappointed with herself. Yes. He held her hand and smiled, "It'll be alright. It'll sort itself. You'll be back to normal in no time." She gave his hand a squeeze, smiling back at him and giving a small nod. Happy.... to... be.. back... His heart skipped and he could cry right there. She was getting it. Slower than a snail but it was sparking. "I have some contracts to take care of but I'll be back in a bit. Let me know if you need anything, ok?" She nodded. Fine.... for.... now. She said, offering him a small smile. She didn t quite understand what he meant by contracts, but was happy to be alive again, even if it was in a different body. He nodded and kissed her forehead before leaving the room."How's your corpse mother?" Arnbjorn asked snidely as Sasuke passed. The teen shot a glare at him as he kept walking."A far better conversationalist, to say the least." He remarked. She rarely left the room, even with Sasuke with her, she was a bit skittish and afraid of the others, not like they minded not having her around though. It felt strange, being inside a corpse that wasn t her own she knew she had died from the moment she woke again, but it did take a while for all of her memories to return to her. She would listen to what she could hear from Sasuke s bedroom though, listening with her ear pressed to the door while he was away, but rarely heard much of anything. It was always about killing. Killing, killing, killing. What did Sasuke get himself into? She was far too scared to open the door, even though Sasuke left it unlocked and had never told her she couldn t go out, she simply preferred not to go. Sasuke always brought her fresh food and water and clean clothes when he returned, always happy to be near her. He seemed way different with her around than he did when he left. He always became so stoic and emotionless when he left her. She would always seem so happy to receive the things he brought her, embracing him and smiling brightly. While he was away she practiced her speaking, and gradually improved.It had been storming for the last few days, but the Brotherhood inside the cave hardly noticed at all, life continuing as usual. "You aren't too cold, are you?" Sasuke was drenched from the rain only because his cloak was not prepared for the heavy downpour. He traded out his wet armor for warmer clothes and had them hanging to dry by the fire as he kept bundled with his mother. "I can get you another blanket.." She shook her head, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around herself. No... I m fine, th ...ank you.. She was staring at the fire, a soft frown on her face. Sildriel...? He looked up with concern, "What's wrong? You ok? The others weren't mean to you, were they?" She shook her head, looking to him, a look of guilt crossing over her face before she looked back down at the fire. No... I m not... mom.. She said softly. Not.... your mom... Sasuke sat silently for a minute before shooting up and pacing the floor."What do you mean you aren't my mother? Who the hell are you then?!" He yelled. She flinched and cowered when he yelled, averting her eyes. A Ama...ya. She sputtered our. Amaya? The name was familiar oh right.Amaya had been a girl he knew from his time as a slave. She was a little Dunmer girl, with short white hair and large blue eyes, living in the home next to his. Sasuke was furious. Sithis conned him out of being with his mother again. And for what? Some slave girl he hardly knew?"Get out." He ordered. She looked hurt and confused, standing and reaching out to Sasuke. S Sildriel...? He never had been friends with the girl, slaves didn t have friends. In fact, he hadn t even spoken two words to the girl, he had only seen her around occasionally until one day she just stopped appearing, then he got away from his own life as a slave. He moved away roughly, glaring with angry and heart broken red eyes, "Get out!" He repeated, raising his voice. She slowly pulled her hand away, face twisting in sorrow, but she turned and headed for the door, pushing it open and disappearing outside the room. "Did you get into a fight with your baby boy, corpse mother?" Arnbjorn was on her as soon as she left the safety of Sasuke's room, "You smell of death and sadness. Pitiful." She spun around when she heard the werewolf s voice, eyes wide as she took a small step back. N No.. She rasped out softly, clutching the blanket to her chest. He inched closer, "You're barely even a snack." He snarled lowly before snapping his teeth at her. Her eyes widened at the sight of his canines, and even though she was a corpse, he could smell her fear. Without another word, she abandoned the blanket and ran, going anywhere but there. She ran hard and fast, not caring where she ended up, eventually ending up outside the cave, where the rain was falling in sheets. Still, she took cover in the bushes, hands pressed against her ears even after her death and unlife, she could still hear the dogs. After a long while of sitting out in the rain and bushes,she stopped feeling the rain pelt down on her. Upon examination, she saw it was Sasuke holding a cloak out likea cover over both of them."You'll get sick out here." He said. She was shaking, completely drenched and still crying, not that he could tell though. When she saw it was him, she almost started crying harder. I m sorry..! Sorry! Didn t mean... to trick you..! She cried like a scared child, after all she had been only a few years younger than him, even if she was in a body older than him now. He exhaled, "It isn't your fault. Come on. Let's get you warmed up before you die again..." She nodded and stood, staying close to him, but not trying to reach out or touch him again. She sniffled softly, wiping her eyes with her hands. He took her inside and set her by the fire before moving to make her a stew at the cooking pot."Babette, could you make her a resist disease potion?" He called. The Unchild peeked out before making a noise."I'll be a but a moment." She said and disappeared back behind the doorway. She watched the fire again like before, hair and clothes dripping with rainwater. Sasuke should have known, he should have known something was off when he first resurrected her. His mother had light colored hair, so it wasn t unusual that her hair was beginning to change to a lighter color, but it wasn t white. The same with her eyes, the body had dark eyes, yet blue speckles had started to appear. Maybe he didn't want to notice,maybe he was just so happy to maybe have his mother back that he didn't really look. He was an idiot and Sithis abused his trust and gave him someone he didn't really want. Amaya wished she could have told him sooner, told him she wasn t his mother, but with her struggling to talk for so long, she just wasn t able to. I m sorry. She said softly after a long moment, keeping her gaze down. "Not your fault." He replied bitterly, "I just wish Sithis wasn't a fan of cruel jokes." She blinked, looking at Sasuke for a moment before looking back at the fire. Sorry.. She didn t know who Sithis was, but he sounded mean. "You're fine. Here." He filled a bowl with pheasant and tomato soup and handed it to her, "Let it cool a little first, ok?" She took the bowl with a nod, holding it carefully as she blew on it to cool it, listening to the fire crackle. The entire situation confused her, why had she been brought back to life? Who was Sithis and where exactly was she? He made a noise and stood there for a minute, "What do you remember?" He asked. She stopped blowing on her food, her grip on the wooden bowl tightening. Dogs. She said quietly, the same fear clear in her eyes. That I died. He stood quietly, staring at the fire, "I'm sorry..." He muttered. She was silent, shoulders shaking for a moment, before slowly settling. I remember... my name... my enslavement... death. She said slowly. Then waking up. That s all. "I'm sorry they discarded you so harshly.." He said She shook her head and took a small sip of her stew. It doesn t really matter now. She said quietly. It was a pathetic existence anyway. He made a face. "Well...since you have no where else to go, you can stay here if you want. Otherwise Falkreath is just down the road." She looked over her shoulder at him, tears in her eyes. Thank you. She said softly, her face still reminiscent of his mothers. I ll work hard, I ll do anything so I can pay you back.. He looked away, he couldn't really bear to look at her just yet. "No problem. You can run supplies for us. Make sure all our food is stocked." She nodded. I will..! She said, not noticing him look away from her. Thank you..! "No problem.." He muttered. Babette came over with a small cup and held it out to her."Here, this will keep you from getting sick." Thank you. She muttered with a nod and took the cup, drinking the bitter potion slowly, glancing around every so often to keep an eye out for anyone else, especially Arnbjorn. "There's only a few of us," Sasuke said, "Me, Babette, Nazir a Redguard, Veezara an Argonian, Gabriella a Dunmer, Festus a grouchy old man, Astrid who runs things and her husband Arnbjorn." She nodded, sipping her stew every now and again. Do I have to speak... with them...? She remembered the old man who reminded her of the hounds that had killed her him she would avoid. "No, but if they want something for you to pick up, you'll have to." He replied, "We have spare beds, you can take one." She gave another nod. I ll do it. She said. Thank you. "Don't mention it..." He muttered before starting for the entrance, "I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back later.""Take care...!" Babette called before looking to Amaya, "Do you like spiders?" She blinked and looked at the young girl. They re fine... I suppose..? She said, brows furrowed. She took her arm and tugged her along gently, leading her to the back of the Sanctuary where the alchemy room was. In a good sized spider nest in the back of the room scuttled a small dog sized frostbite spider."Her name is Lis." Babette said. She seemed a little creeped out, only watching the spider, then looking to Babette. Why is it here? She asked. "She's our pet. Well, she's Gabriella's but we use her eggs for alchemy.." She said, "She's more like a giant cat, really." Oh. She looked back to the spider, making a face. Is it... friendly..? She looked back to Babette again. "Very. Watch." Babette moved closer to the nest and Lis turned toward her, her fangs wiggling and a soft clicking sounding from her, "Come here, Lis." Babette offered her hand and the spider moved closer, pressing into the child's palm and almost purring. Amaya made a face and took a small shuffle back. I ll pet her... later... maybe. She said softly. "That's fine. You don't have to. I just wanted to introduce you two so you didn't try to kill her." She said. Her eyes widened a bit and she shook her head. I I couldn t do that..! She whispered, looking scared at just the thought. "That's good to know. Come on, I'll show you to where the beds are. It's not far." Babette said before petting Lis' dainty leg and leading Amaya off. Amaya followed as told, not making a single peep, only looking around for Sasuke as they went. They walked passed the eating area and up a set of stairs to a massive line of beds, "Pick one and it's yours." Babette said, "You don't have to worry about any one stealing from you.." Amaya looked at the bed, then at Babette. I have nothing to steal. She said as she moved closer to the bed, sitting down on the straw mattress. "I meant..." Babett stopped and made a face, "More when you actually get things to call your own...we're a family here, we care about each other, so if you bring home things that you like, you can trust no one will take it.." She didn t look very hopeful, but then again, no one was exactly cheerful in the Dark Brotherhood.Amaya would do runs as requested, making purchases in town, discarding evidence, making letter drops. They were all better jobs suited for her, since she didn t grow tired as easily, or cold or hungry. Astrid gave her some money for running the errands, just enough for her to have something to call her own. She was apart of the Family, after all. Amaya carried a large bundle on her back, things needed in the sanctuary she was sent out to buy. She had wrapped herself in warm clothes, even if she didn t really need them, if only to fit in. As she left Falkreath and rounded the road to reach the Sanctuary, she was grabbed and had a bag forced over her head before she was dragged off into a cart. The pack she had on her back fell from her shoulders in the struggle, the contents spilling out onto the ground as Amaya tried to kick and scream. "Shut up or we'll kill you right now." A man growled at her angrily. There sounded like there were others with them, equally as scared. Amaya quickly fell silent, grunting when she was tossed into the back of a wagon, bumping into someone else inside. She was too scared to try and pull the hood off, trying to scramble into a safe corner. She heard the snap of a whip and the cart jerk as the horse pulled it along. What was going to happen? What about the Family? Amaya was terrified, what would happen to her? Would Sasuke know? She feared the worst, that she was going to be sold into slavery once again. It was a very, very long ride by the time they stopped. She was dragged out of the cart and forced to walk, to where she didn't know for sure. She didn't know much outside Falkreath nor did she remember much of her old Hold before she died. Amaya was practically hyperventilating as they were led somewhere she couldn t see, hearing at least three others with her. She had ropes around her wrists, being led along quickly and quietly to her knew fate. She was walking for a whike before she was brought into a building and forced to stand quietly. All she could hear were the other people in the room with her, and her own breathing, turning her head every which way to try and hear anything new. The bag was removed and she was in a sort of dungeon with a handful of other young men and women, all of them bound by their hands. She looked around at her surroundings, fear building in her chest as she saw what was in the room with them. Torture devices, dozens and dozens of them walls lined with whips and clubs and irons, cages and chains. Her face was splotched with grey, which she herself had dismissed as bruising, even though it didn t hurt. "This is all of them?" A voice asked, followed by the gentle clicking of a cane. A sickly man came in, putting all his weight on his walking device as he looked over everyone in the line. Amaya knew exactly what situation she was in, she was being sold off as a slave again, just when she had escaped it, she was back to being a slave. She looked down at the floor, keeping her head down and her mouth shut. The sickly man walked passed all of them, looking them all over, stopping briefly at Amaya, "Rather clean for a begger." Amaya felt her blood run cold, staring down at the ground between their two feet. Why did he have to stop in front of her? Why did he even have to notice her? She opened her mouth to speak, only to close it again quickly. "Do you have something to say?" The man asked, reaching to tilt her head up by her chin. He could see the fear in her blue brown eyes before she quickly looked down again. I... I m not a beggar.. She whispered. I have a home.... A family... Please... He stared at her quietly for a moment, "If I let you go, it would be to your grave, child." She choked back a soft noise, shaking slightly as tears swelled in her eyes. I don t want to be a slave again.. "Don't think of it like that. You will not be treated as a slave." He told her. I... Don t understand..? She frowned softly, wanting to get his hand off her face. "A slave is just someone to do chores and complete menial tasks. You will become a sort of...companion...to one of my charges." He told her. A companion? What did that mean? Surely he didn t mean for her to be someone s bedmate? She let out a soft sob, a tear slipping down her cheek. He shushed her gently, wiping the tear away before he moved on to the others. Amaya stood, crying silently as the old man hobbled down the line of new slaves, inspecting each one. After a while she was dragged off to be bathed and groomed, given fresh new clothes before being taken to a new room. With the dirt and grime gone from her skin, the grey blue spoofed of skin were more visible on her tan skin. Her long white hair had been brushed out and pulled together with a ribbon. She stood alone in the room, fidgeting as she looked around. The door opened and a young man walked in he was very pale for a nord, snow white hair and pale blue eyes and very thin. He stared at her for a good long time, clearly confused to see a girl in his room. Amaya stared from him, then to the floor, wringing her hands. I I m... She felt a lump in her throat, knowing she would have to share this young mans bed. She hardly knew anything about it, but she had witnessed a few unsavory things in her first time alive. I was told I was... to be your companion.. She whispered. He snorted and moved to put his weapons away, "I don't need a companion." He stated. She jolted slightly at his words, didn t want one? Perhaps he would let her be free? Th Then I can go home..? She stuttered out, her voice almost sounding hopeful. "No. I'm sorry to say you cannot." He stated. He didn't sound very sorry. But why..!? If you don t need me as a companion, then I m not needed here..! She pleaded with him. "If you're so eager to die, I can oblige you." He told her, glancing back. She froze at his words, taking a step back. No! That s not what I meant! Please, I want to see my family again..! "You have no family, this is where you live now. Now be quiet and go do something with yourself." He stated, "Just keep away from me." Amaya felt a pain in her chest, but she didn t argue further, surely Sasuke would notice she was gone and go looking for her. Soon she d be home safe and back to her own work. For the time being, she moved to the corner of the room, making herself scarce. Mitsunari finished putting his weapons up and left the room without a word. She would be alone for a good majority of the day, with only the ringing of her ears to comfort her. Amaya dared not to sit, the rules from her previous enslavement carved deep into her from fear. She made no noise, standing still against the wall, even when the room started to grow dark and her legs ached. The door opened and Mitsunari came back in, stopping and scowling when he saw her still standing there, "Right, I had forgotten you were here." She looked tired, even in the pale light of the candle he had brought with him. She gave a short nod, keeping her hands clasped in front of her. "Have you just been standing there all day?" He huffed as he moved to his wardrobe to change. Amaya looked away, hearing his wardrobe open. I didn t know where else to go, so I stayed here. He grumbled irately, of course Yoshitsugu wouldn't give her her own room."Take those pillows and blankets and make a bed on the floor as far from me as possible." He told her, "I'll get replacements." H Hai.. She nodded, moving over to the extra pillows and bedding, moving to make her bed as far from his as she could, like she was instructed. He set his armor aside, only in his tunic and leggings, before he left the room to yell at a servant to bring him new bedding. Amaya didn t feel comfortable laying down before Mitsunari, wouldn t be be angry for her being lazy? Her heart was pounding in her chest, slowly smoothing out her bedding as she waited for Mitsunari to come back. He came back later with his new bedding, grumbling as he lazily threw everything on his bed and crawled in to sleep. Amaya waited until he had settled into his bed before quietly crawling into her own make shift bed, laying with her back to him. Perhaps this boy was kind? He wasn't awful. At least when he wasn't angry. When he was angry, he would beat her mercilessly. Otherwise he wouldn't give her a passing glance. Every passing day her skin would become more and more grey blue, and she did everything she could to keep him from being angry with her. She stayed out of his way, kept his room clean, always silently out of his way. He would still beat her. Even if she didn't do anything, he just needed something to hit. Amaya could only handle so many beatings before she became too tired to continue his room upkeep. She did her best to hide herself away, trying to allow herself time to recover, but he always found her. "There you are." He hissed as he grabbed her by her hair, "You can't hide from me." Amaya cried out softly as she was jerked out from her hiding spot, already covered in scrapes and bruises. I I wasn t trying to hide...! "Then what were you doing over there, hm? If you weren't hiding then you'll have a valid excuse." He said. I I..! She was hiding wasn t she? She just wanted to avoid being beaten for long enough to rest a bit. I m sorry..! He threw her to the ground amd stepped firmly on her head, "I don't think you're sincere enough." He growled. Amaya winced, a soft whimper coming from her. Please, I m so sorry...! "Are you?" He pressed his foot down more firmly, "I don't quite believe you." She grimaced hard, tears rolling down her face. I am..! I am, I promise...! He huffed and pulled his foot back before stomping hard on her spine. Amaya cried out, body going rigid with pain, eyes wide and full of tears. She saw white spots, feeling sick. "Stop it!" A girl called out but Amaya couldn't really see her."Go away, Akihime, this doesn't concern you.""She's a living being, leave her alone! She hasn't done anything!""Exactly, she hasn't.""That isn't what I mean!" Amaya whimpered softly, curling up on the floor and putting her hand on her back. Mitsunari scowled and moved his foot, reaching down to grab her arm and drag her off."Mitsunari, no!""Go to your room, Akihime." Mitsunari ordered. Amaya limped after him, half being dragged across the floor. I I said I was sorry...! "You will be, rest assured." He stated as he dragged her to a dark room she hadn't really been to yet. It was like a prison cell but a little more cramped looking. It was cold, down to her very bones, it made her feel like she was dead more so than she was then. She looked around with wide eyes, pulling the heavy cloak around her shoulders more tightly, trembling with fear. He tossed her in, almost literally,and slammed the door shut. "You will stay there until I am ready to deal with you." She moved to the bars and clung to them, looking at him with desperation. Please don t do this! Please don t leave me here alone! He ignored her and left the room without a word. He didn't want to look at her or listen to her crying. Amaya wept softly, sinking to the floor and holding herself, why did she have to be alone in the dark again? She had been free from her life of being locked away in a dark closet until she was needed for chores, or to be beaten, now she was back to her old life. It felt like so long before Mitsunari came back. "If I'm honest, I had almost forgotten you were here." She was still sitting in front of the bars, looking up with red eyes. Please..! Please let me out..! "Why? What have you done to earn freedom?" He asked coldly. Anything! I I ll do anything..! Please, I just don t want to be in here anymore..! She pleaded. He made a noise and moved into the cell with her, moving over and grabbing an iron club. She felt her heart sink, and she bit back a wail. He was going to kill her, he was going to use the club and beat her to death at least this time, there would be no dogs. He turned to her and started to bring the club down on her, he didn't even need to put his weight into his swings,it was heavy enough. Amaya brought her arms up, trying to protect her head from the blows. She was beaten to the floor easily, large lumps forming on her arms that turned black and blue. He hit her until both of his arms hurt and he moved back to catch his breath. He hung the club up and left the cell, roughly shutting the door behind him. Amaya laid on the ground, covered in heavy, large knots and splits in her skin. She had cried until she had no more tears left, staring blankly at the wall. This continued for a long time, even when she was behaved and just did something Mitsunari didn't like. It was a nightmare she couldn't wake from.Masamune was spending his time still in Windhelm, trying to court Megohime every chance he got. He tried charming her with his Thu'um and his sword play but she rarely seemed impressed. He didn't mind though, she was pretty and he wanted her hand. Megohime always seemed to be busy, out at the market buying things, reading in her home she seemed to be too preoccupied to deal with Masamune.One day while Masamune was perusing about, a ruckus could be heard in town, and he saw city guards carrying their own toward the palace, most of them looking wounded. "What the...?" Masamune moved toward the commotion before skidding to a halt. A massive dragon sat on top of Windhelm's wall, laughing at the panic its presence caused. There were so many dead littering the streets. Masamune's eye widened in horror. Did he do this? Did his Thu'um bring it here? There were people screaming, running, and soldiers barking orders, then he saw Megohime why was she out in this mess? She was being escorted by two guards toward the wounded, already rolling up her sleeves. "H...Hey! Mego!""Dovahkiin." Masamune's attention was immediately pulled back to the dragon and he stood frozen in fear, "You were a fool to challenge me in such a place. To put such life at risk.""Masamune sama!" Kojurou was running over and Masamune turned quickly toward him."Go inside where it's safe, Kojurou!" He yelled, voice shaking. She hardly seemed to notice him, quickly moving to the injured and looking them over. She did her best to quell her fears, but it was hard to stop shaking with a dragon at her back. She forced herself to focus on healing wounds, keeping her eyes down. Masamune tried steeling himself as well, rushing to the blacksmith to snag the first bow and set of arrows he saw. He put as many arrows as he could into the dragon's hide so he could bring it down close enough to use his Voice. It would be hard, the dragon had more range and speed on him, but he had to kill it. He had to stop any more death. Megohime could hear the fighting going on behind her, and when she glanced back, she saw who was fighting. Panic jolted through her and almost made her abandon her patients. She quickly looked back to the man she healing, biting her lip hard, she had to focus. "Foolish Dovahkiin." The dragon landed and shook the ground, knocking Masamune off his feet, "You will die like the pathetic thing you are." Masamune didn't know what to do, so he did the first thing that came to mind."Fus!" He Shouted as loud as his lungs allowed, smacking the dragon hard in the face. He kept Shouting, each Word like a punch to the dragon's snout."Masamune!" Kojurou threw his sword toward hos Jarl and Masamune grabbed it, forcing the blade through the hard scales of the dragon's chest and into its heart. The dragon let out a terrible screech, then collapsed to the ground, leaving only silence behind. Then the men behind Masamune cheered, surprised and shocked he had actually taken down a dragon. How many people had died though, and was Megohime ok? He didn't even care when the dragon started to crack and fizzle as its soul started to absorb into Masamune's own, he just wanted to check on Megohime. He rushed to the Palace as fast as he could, chest and throat hurting from using the Voice. There was a hushed chatter inside the hall as guards and mages worked on treating the injured there was a sea of people, but was Megohime among them? Bring me more magicka potions and more health ones as well. Megohime was cleaning burns and gashes, hands stained with blood as she worked, brows knit with a serious expression. "Mego!" Masamune gasped out as he rushed into the Palace, "Mego, are you in here...?! You ok?!" Megohime glanced up, doing a double take, her lips pursing and a strange look coming over her face before she looked back to her patient, grabbing a nearby magicka potion and downing it. Good, we need more hands get more cloth, there s a lot of bleeding. He moved over and grabbed some rags, helping her stop as much bleeding as he could."I'm so glad you're ok..." He told her softly. Megohime was quiet for a moment, keeping her eyes down, a frown on her face. What you did was really stupid. She muttered quietly. .... You... you could have gotten hurt.. "Yeah, I know...but I couldn't let that thing kill everyone. I couldn't let it kill you..." He said, keeping his eye on his hand. Megohime finished up her work on one patient, the turned to Masamune, still keeping her eyes down. Listen, I gotta stay here, but you should go back to the inn for now.. There was a bit of blood on her face she had a cut on her brow, more than likely from falling debris. "No, I'm gonna stay here with you.." He told her, "You need me here..." Megohime fidgeted. Fine, but I m gonna work you to the bone. She said softly. He grinned, even though his hands were shaking, "Sounds good to me." Megohime frowned, looking him over, then at his hands. Maybe you should sit first... Rest, you re shaking. Perhaps he was going into shock? "I'll be alright..!" He waved his hand before holding his wrist tight to try and stop the shaking, "What should I do to help?" Megohime had to think of everyone else that was hurt at that moment, there were far too many people that needed her healing more than Masamune. She d have to tend to him after. I need more potions, can you bring me them? She asked, moving to the next patient. He nodded and headed off to grab more potions for her, coming back with an arm full of health and magicka potions. It felt like hours they were at work, but eventually, there was no one else to care for. Here, you should drink this. Megohime came over with a stamina potion, holding it out for him. He took it and his hands were still shaking, maybe not as hard but they were. "Thanks.." He said and popped the cork before downing it. Megohime frowned softly, ushering him to an empty chair to sit down. Let me look you over. She said softly. "I told you, I'm fine.." He laughed it off but sat down anyway, "You don't need to fuss, we aren't even married yet " Megohime s cheeks flushed and she shot a glare up at him. You re in shock, I m not fussing, you re a patient..! She looked him over. ... And you really could have died.. "I'm the Dragonborn, no silly dragon can kill me... " He replied, "Thank you for caring so much...patient or not.."

['Sasuke', 'Ieyasu', 'Masamune', 'Kojurou', 'Sithis']

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The Yule ball (futent x ABagOVicodin)

It was Hermione Granger's third year at Hogwarts, and it was in seemingly no time at all christmas had come around once again. As usual Hermione had opted to stay at school rather than returning home, someone had to keep an eye on Ron and Harry after all. Still, that didn't mean she wasn't bored out of her skull at this stupid ball. Once again nobody had asked her here as their date, yet Harry and Ron had dragged her along anyway. "Stupid boys...." The girl just rolled her eyes as she looked around, watching various students and teachers dancing whether they were any good or not, most leaning towards the latter rather than the former. Still, they were having fun so she guessed that was what mattered....she just wished she was having fun aswell.With a sigh, Hermione took another sip of her pumpkin juice, washing it around in her mouth for a few moments before swallowing. There was a slightly odd taste to it....clearly someone had spiked it with something...fire whiskey probably given that it had quite a kick. Well, maybe that would make the night a little more interesting for others, though not for her. Hermione just sighed again, glancing down at the plain red dress she was wearing, running a hand through her hair. She had made little effort to tidy it up, seeing no point to it, instead just letting it hang wildly as usual. "Maybe I should just go.....Harry and Ron seem to have forgotten I'm even here..." Finishing her drink, Hermione sighed again, before slowly standing up and turning to go. Third year, and Remus Lupin had just sipped the potion that had been making him able to control himself this whole year. It was a good thing that Dumbledore had accepted him to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He was getting poor, and being that he was a werewolf, he wasn't able to get many jobs. The thought had depressed him, but the fact was that he was in the here and now, with a job. He was lucky, and since the Yule Ball was happening, Lupin wanted to enjoy the dance. He put on his cloak and then walked out of his classroom. Down the stairs he went, and he managed to get himself into the Yule Ball. He looked around the room, seeing the many students enjoying themselves. But he noticed that one student looked really bored, Hermione.He walked over to Hermione and smiled. "Hello Hermione, I trust that you are having a good time at this Ball?" He asked. He knew what the answer to the question was, but he wondered why she was not having a good time. "I think that you should come up to my classroom and have a cup of tea. Those boys aren't entertaining you enough." He said. There wasn't a different motive in him, he just wanted to have her in his classroom, to discuss their latest essay. "Ah!" Hermione had been in a near dream world when Professor Lupin spoke to her, looking up at him and blinking slightly, then sighed as he asked if she was having a good time. "To be honest professor, not really. I never liked these things, and being here by yourself really is no fun..." The girl sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she looked around again, seeing more couples dancing now, a few even sneaking off out, though Hermione just rolled her eyes, looking back at Professor Lupin when he asked about coming for a cup of tea."Ah...well sure why not? There's nothing here really, I doubt Harry and Ron would even notice me leaving..." She sighed and shook her head, turning to leave with the Professor. "Sorry if you were looking forward to spending some time in the ball Professor, you can if you want, you don't need to bore yourself keeping me company" It was a shame that the girl was not enjoying herself at these balls. But then again he could change it if he wished. He could make her feel better. They could talk about the many class assignments that he had given out, or the subject of Hermione's essay. "Come with me, we can walk to my classroom." He said, as he turned around and walked up the stairs. He looked behind him at the girl, and noticed that at 13, she was a really cute woman. It was obvious that she was growing. He settled down in his chair and he gave her a bottle of butterbeer, which he opened and set on the desk next to her."I think it is a shame that those two boys did not invite you to the ball. You look really beautiful in that dress." He said, as he took another sip of the potion that was prepared for him. He looked at Hermione, then drained the goblet. He couldn't transform while beside her. That would make him lose his job. "As your friends, they should have given you a good time." Hermione nodded and walked beside the Professor as they went up toward the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, smiling as she slowly took a seat and took the bottle of butterbeer from him, nodding in thanks. She couldn't help but blush when he told her she looked beautiful in the dress, looking away and sipping on the beer. "Ah....well it's just a regular dress I got while I was at home....and I wasn't expecting Harry or Ron to ask me....I wasn't even planning on going to be honest, they just dragged me along anyway..."Hermione took another sip of her butterbeer, glancing over and wondering just what Professor Lupin was drinking. It looked and smelled like some kind of potion....but she had no idea just what it was exactly. "Well....I don't mind really, I'll get them back anyway, just make them do their own homework for a week or two" She couldn't help but get a slightly wicked grin, taking another sip of her drink. Lupin let out a small laugh. "Yes, well knowledge like yours should not be wasted on those who do not want to use it, but abuse it." He said, and he then walked over to his sink so he could clean out the potion. He swirled the contents off of the potion with his wand and he then put the goblet away, it being sparking clean. He looked back at Hermione and smiled. "I think that you are a very smart girl, and that you should be finding a good boyfriend right about now. The two of your friends aren't really good candidates." Lupin brought out a map of Hogsmeade and he smiled as he put his hand over one of the butterbeer bars there. "I was thinking that the two of us could go to this bar, or something." He was kind of bad at trying to pick up students. "Or I could get the elves to cook us a nice dinner." Hermione blinked as he started to talk about her finding a boyfriend, not really quite sure what to make of it. She just sipped on her butterbeer and watched him clean his goblet, then return with a map. "I don't know about going to Hogsmeade....will the bars even really be open? And besides, it's pretty cold outside, I'm not really dressed for snow". Hermione was rather oblivious when it came to flirting, she wouldn't know flirting if it slappped her in the face. "Though I am kind of hungry....if the House Elves wouldn't mine cooking for us..." "I am sure that they won't mind." Lupin replied. After all, House elves had to serve whoever mastered them until the end of their days. Which was very long, even for creatures that constantly work. He sent a note to the kitchens to bring some food up for the both of them. He then moved closer to her and ran his hand through her hair. "So why didn't you answer about a boyfriend? Did you not want one?" Hermione blinked when the Professor got up and ended up running a hand through her hair, blushing as he asked again about a boyfriend, quickly glancing away. "I....just don't have a boyfriend....that's all" It was strange to talk about things like this....though for some reason, it didn't quite feel so bad with him. "It's not that I don't want one I just....don't have one right now....that's all..." Lupin sighed. "How does a teacher tell a student, that he is really fond of the student?" He said, and he got closer to her. He stood behind her chair, and he put his hands on her shoulders. One of his hands moved to run through her hair. "I love your brains, your looks, and how you act. Your my favorite student." He said. Hermione was slightly confused, blinking again as he got up and went around behind her, rubbing her shoulders slightly and once again running a hand through her hair. "I um....thank you Professor...I'm glad you think so highly of me" For such a smart girl, she was slightly clueless when it came to flirting, at least in this case anyway. She had no idea the adult man, more than twice her age, could be flirting with her....she didn't think guys like that went for girls like her. Lupin sighed. "You don't understand do you?" He asked, and he moved in close, so that the gap that was in between them would be broken with a kiss. He put his hands onto her shoulders, as he kept the kiss going for a minute. He then broke it. "Do you understand now, Miss Granger?" He asked. "I am fond of you... I am attracted to you." Hermione blushed slightly as he got around close infront of her, about to ask what he meant until he suddenly pressed his lips against hers. The girls eyes went wide, her body going rigid until he pulled away. She couldn't help licking her lips, her blush much brighter than before, a soft nod being the best she could give him as an answer right away. "Y yes Professor I....I do....I....oh wow....I....you're really....but...but I'm...." She slowly looked away. "The other girls are much better than me....why would you be attracted to me?" "You are the smartest out of all of them." Lupin replied, and he smiled as he put his hand on her cheek. "You are the smartest, and the most beautiful." Lupin then moved up from the chair, and he picked her up in his arms. He pushed her against a wall and he started to kiss her on the neck and shoulders, trying to see if there was some kind of reaction. Any reaction would be nice. It could help him move forward. Hermione was blushing madly as he spoke, then gasped as he suddenly pushed her against the wall, beginning to kiss at her neck and shoulders. "O ooooh...." She let out a slight whimper of pleasure, the strap of her dress sliding down her shoulder, loosening it just slightly. She was clearly enjoying this. The sensations were so unfamiliar to her, and god she loved them so much...and from her moaning, it was more than obvious she wasn't going to stop him any time soon. Okay the whimper was good, this was good. Lupin ran his hand through her hair and he smiled as he saw the strap of her dress slide down. "I need to show you how a man loves a woman." Lupin replied as he reached for his wand. He was going to use this as a toy later, but he wanted to know. "Where do you want to continue this Hermione? I could lay you down on my desk, the bed, The Room of Requirement?" He asked, giving her another kiss on the neck. Hermione let out a slight noise of protest as he pulled his lips away from her skin, taking slow, deep breaths, her small chest rising and falling with each one. She wasn't as large up top as some of the other girls, but she was certainly firm at the least. "R right here....the desk in the classroom..." Hermione couldn't....wouldn't wait to get to his room or the room of requirement. Lupin nodded his head and he laid the girl down against his own desk, feeling a certain part of him wanting to unlock the lust within. He spread her legs and he felt so turned on, as he looked at the girl, looking so submissive. He ran his hand through her hair. "Hermione, I never thought that you were such a... Dirty girl." He said, smirking as he moved all the items off of his desk with his wand. "How much do you want me?" Hermione's blush deepened as he called her a dirty girl, grunting as he lay her down roughly on his desk, spreading her legs and stepping between them, her dress having worked down a little, showing off more of her small cleavage. "I.....I want you Professor....I....I really want you..." She was panting heavily as she looked up at him, her body shivering in excitement and nervousness. He saw her cleavage and he pushed the side of his wand against her underwear, smirking as he felt the crease underneath her underwear. He felt that it was already soaking wet. "How cute. You have been wanting me for quite a while now." He said, as he pulled her underwear to the side, so that he could run the side of his wand along the folds of her pussy. He then pushed an inch of it inside of her. He looked to her, for a reaction. Hermione let out a sharp gasp as his wand pressed against her wet underwear, letting out a gentle moan as it was pulled to the side. "Nnnngh...." Her hard nipples were visible through her dress, which was now barely covering them after being shifted around so much. When she felt his wand start to slip inside of her the girl let out a loud cry of pleasure, her body spasming slightly beneath him on the desk, a loud moan of pleasure escaping her lips. She had clearly enjoyed that....and clearly the girl wasn't used to such sensations. Lupin smiled as he kept pumping the wand inside of the girl's body, running his hand through the girl's hair. "Come here baby." He said, as he switched around the positions. He laid down on the desk, and he arranged the two of them to be in the 69 position, with Hermione on top. He started to pump the wand through her body, making sure that her pussy was wet and ready for him. He still had his pants and his robe on, so she would have to work a little bit to please him. Hermione let out a loud moan as the wand was slowly pumped in and out of her, seemingly working a little deeper with each thrust. "Nnnngh....oooooh...." She was moaning loudly for a few moments, before biting her lips to try and suppress the noise, not wanting anybody who happened to be passing the classroom to hear them. She shivered as he rotated around, his crotch hovering above her face as he continued to work her pussy with his wand. "Ooooh.....p professor...." She slowly reached up, shaking hands working on trying to remove his pants, or at least get them out of the way. His pants were worked down, and his underwear had shown the bulge that had been hiding in his pants for so long. He kept working the wand inside of her body, while he used his tongue to play with her clit. He smiled. "You like that Hermione?" He asked, a smile on his face as he gave her clit another lick. "Work on me. I want to see what you know." Hermione had to admit to herself she had been wondering how big he would be. She slowly reached up to grasp his underwear, stopping only to moan when he began to lick at her small, hard clit, her pussy becoming wetter and wetter with every movement of his wand. "Nnngh..." She whimpered, then started to tug his underwear down in order to free what lay within, licking her lips slowly as she prepared herself for her first real look at a man.... Lupin's member was visible to her now, as the teacher continued to play with her clit and pussy. He was at least 10 inches in length, and being that he was a werewolf, it would get bigger if he transformed. His cock was hard, and waiting to be pleased by Hermione. "I am sure you know how to please a man." Lupin replied, as he gave her clit a nice lick. He licked his own lips, and pulled the wand out, only to shove it back in, the whole length inside of her body. Hermione gasped when his cock sprang forth, she hadn't been expecting it to be quite so large. At least 10 or 11 inches long....and somewhat thicker than just a wand. "I...I don't really know how...I've never...". Hermione blushed as she stared at his cock, licking her lips and about to lean up to lick it, when suddenly he shoved his entire wand into her. The 13 year old witch screamed in pleasure, causing her to also take the tip of his cock into her mouth, her lips slowly closing around it as she began to slowly and nervously suck. Lupin let out a nice groan of pleasure when Hermione had taken the head in his mouth. He wished that she would take in more, but she was a virgin, as far as he knew. So she was not going to be able to suck correctly, or take the whole thing in her mouth. He pulled the wand out and pressed his lips to her pussy, sucking and making out with the lips as if it was her face. He thrusted into her mouth, so that she would take more. Hermione suckled on the head of his cock at first, slowly and curiously running her tongue across it. The taste was....curious...unique, or at least to her it was. She was hesitant to take more into her mouth to begin with, but when he started to suck on her pussy directly, she moaned around his cock, allowing him to thrust a little more, getting about 4 inches into her mouth now, though that seemed to be her limit for the time being, the tip of his cock occasionally running against the back of her mouth, the girl drooling all over what she had in her mouth. The drooling and the moving of her head was enough to make Lupin moan out in pleasure, and as the girl was giving a great blowjob for being a virgin. He switched up the position again, and he now had her floating in midair, while his cock was still in her mouth. He ran his hand through her hair, and adjusted so that he was standing up, and she was on her knees, sucking on the member. He put both hands on her head, and urged her to keep sucking, and moving. Hermione gasped in surprise as she felt her body magically lifting, suspending her in mid air with his cock still in her mouth, before she seemed to get rotated around, moved around onto her hands and knees on the floor infront of him now. She slowly looked up at him, feeling his hands on her head, then slowly returned to suckling on his cock, getting a little under half in her mouth at most, her head bobbing back and forth slowly. Lupin let out another groan as she continued to suck, and he felt the tingle inside of his body. "Oh..." He let out one more groan as he felt his climax reach him, and his cock shot out seeds into her mouth, filling it up with his seed. He pulled Hermione's mouth off of his cock, and he managed to shoot a bead of cum onto her face, along with a few other beads. He let out another groan, and smirked as he positioned her onto a table, and waved his wand. If the spell worked, she would be more in heat, wanting his cock and begging for it. He then waved his wand to make his cock erect again, and waited for her reaction. Hermione didn't know what the groan meant, or the way his cock was twitching meant. When he suddenly started to cum she was caught by surprise, her eyes widening as the hot, thick fluid filled her mouth, her surprise causing her to swallow some of it until Lupin pulled his cock from her mouth, starting to spurt glob after glob across her face, some of it dripping down into her cleavage, running down her small yet firm breasts and into her dress. Hermione was panting as she was lay back onto the desk, panting heavily, then suddenly groaned as an intense heat shot through her body, her eyes widening as she arched her back. Her nipples were now rock hard, poking through her dress, whilst her pussy was now dripping wet. She couldn't help her hands suddenly shooting down to her crotch, moaning as she started to rub herself. "Nnnngh.....it...it's not enough....please Professor...I...I need more...." She was eyeing his cock hungrily by this point, his spell clearly working far better than normal on her. He was surprised that the spell was working well past just one position, and he was starting to wonder if using the spell, was something that he shouldn't have done. However when she wanted more of his cock, he found that he was going to have to roll with it. With the spell that he cast on her... She would pin him down and fuck him to fulfill her lust. As he looked at the woman, lying down on a desk with his cum all over her, he couldn't contain himself. He kissed her on the lips, and then moved onto the desk so that he was on top of her. He then pushed his cock into her moist, quivering pussy, letting out a groan as he did so. "Oh your a virgin... Ooh..." He said, groaning again as he started to move inside of her. "Hermione... Your so tight..." Lupin got ontop of her not a moment too soon...any longer and she was ready to pounce him. When she felt his cock rubbing against her pussy Hermione gasped loudly, shivering and moaning, then letting out a yelp when he started to push inside of her, breaking through her hymen. "NNNGH! S so big!" The girl was incredibly tight, her body squeezing down on him tightly. If she wasn't so wet then it might've been impossible for him to get inside of her without more force. "Oooooh...oh god....oh god..." The pain began to subside as the pleasure of his movements began to overtake her. The girls hands went up to grasp at her breasts, squeezing them through her dress, the cloth only getting in the way though as she pinched at her nipples. Lupin let out his own moans and groans as he felt his cock almost being expelled by her tight pussy. He moved in for another kiss on her tender lips, as he started to move his hips, which caused the thick member to start to move inside of her. Inside of the kiss, he opened his mouth and let his tongue explore her mouth, not expecting her to do much else, since she was a virgin, and probably did not know how to kiss. He let go of the kiss and continued to thrust inside of her, letting out a groan with every thrust as Lupin's cock was being sucked up by her pussy, and then expelled. The feeling was so euphoric. "Oh... Oh..." He moaned out as he moved, and he started to move faster. When he leaned in to kiss her Hermione didn't stop moaning, her sounds of pleasure now simply muffled as she moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue exploring her. She moved her own tongue slowly, nervously, rubbing it up against his own as her body shivered beneath him, instinct driving her hips to move gently against his more powerful thrusts. When he broke the kiss she let out a soft whine, then thrust her chest up toward him. She wanted her dress off, she wanted his hands and his mouth on her breasts, she wanted more and more... Lupin ripped at Hermione's dress, grabbing his wand that he had put aside, and he used it to rip the dress off of her. He could mend it back together in a later time. He placed his hands on her breasts, and he then moved his mouth in so that his tongue was running around the nipple of her right breast. He continued to move while he was doing this, pounding his cock into her dripping, wet, cunt. He let his tongue mess around with the nipple, playing with the erect piece of flesh. "You like being fucked? By me?" Lupin asked. "You love being fucked by your teacher?" Hermione gasped when the dress was ripped away from her, panting heavily as her small breasts bounced. She was somewhat ashamed that they weren't larger, though it wasn't something she liked to admit, even to herself. She let out a loud moan when he leaned down and started to flick his tongue across her nipple, the sounds she was making more than loud enough for anybody passing the classroom to hear, though on a night like this she was sure they weren't the only ones doing such things. "Y yes....I....I like being fucked by you Professor....I love being fucked by you!" Lupin was sure that there were many students in their own common rooms, fulfilling their teenage desires, or experimenting with their friends. He could imagine many boys, having sex with their friends or girls, trying to see how long they would last. Or girls, experimenting with their own friends to try and see what is the best for them. As he kept thrusting, he nodded his head. "I love fucking you, your so tight, your so sexy." He said, and he picked her up and held her against his body, and he then stood up, and started to fuck her once more, moving her up and down on his body. He was able to see her whole body, and it turned him on like no other. Hermione's eyes widened as he lifted her up, standing and beginning to bounce her on his cock, the new position allowing him to penetrate even deeper into her small body, the tip of his cock very nearly reaching her cervix by this point, her body tightening up around him even further. Her pussy juices were starting to soak his balls and thighs, running down his body as they continued to flow freely. "Nnngh.....I....oooooh gooooooood" It was clear that Hermione was approaching an orgasm, a very powerful one.... He was able to feel the tight feeling of her cervix on his cock, and he let out a loud moan as he pushed the tip of his cock against her cervix. It was so tight, and he knew that she was going to feel pain, but he wanted the pleasure, and there it was. He let out another groan and he kissed her passionately again, his tongue bumping against hers. He put his hands on her waist and he kept bouncing her up and down on his cock. He was going to come soon, and he let out one more groan. "I'm going to..." Was all he could say, before the warmth washed over him and he shot his cum inside of her body, pushing himself all the way in as he came. Hermione grunted when he pushed up against her cervix, the tip of his cock teasing at the entrance, but just not quite large enough to make its way inside. She groaned into his kiss, though when he pulled away and began to speak she gasped, a look of panic flashing across her face. "N not....not inside...t take..take it out. P please take it " But it was too late, Hermione felt him suddenly release a huge gush of cum deep inside of her pussy, triggering her own orgasm, her scream of pleasure echoing through the classroom and the halls beyond as her tight pussy trapped every last drop of cum inside of her. Lupin felt a rush of guilt, along with pleasure, as he shot his globs of cum inside of the girl. He had just practically impregnated the girl, unless he was able to get a certain potion to prevent it. He pulled his cock out of her, and he gave her one more kiss. "Hermione, I am sorry." He said, as he looked to the door, and he locked it with his wand. He then saw some of the cum start to drip out of the girl, and he tried to think of something to say. But Sorry was not working. "I am very sorry... I... If you want to tell the teachers, you can get me kicked out." Hermione let out a slight groan as his cock slipped out of her, panting as she felt his cum start to drip from her still panting body, her head falling against his shoulder as he stilled held her, panting heavily against him, her small chest rising and falling against his chest. "I....I'm not going to tell anybody....I....I enjoyed it I just.....there....there must be a potion or something....to take afterwards....just incase....?" Truth was that Hermione had thoroughly enjoyed this, she wanted to do it more...she wanted to do this with him again and again, they just had to be careful, that was all. Lupin nodded his head. "I can get Professor Snape to do something." He said, as he looked towards the door. He picked her up, and he then brought her into the section of his office, where his bed was, his bedroom. He ran his hand through her hair, and he then kissed her on the lips again. "I can get the potion tomorrow. You won't get pregnant within the day." He told her. He then pulled the covers over the both of them. "If you want to do it again, just let me know." He said, and he closed his eyes. "Just....don't tell him who it's for ok...? I....I don't want either of us to get in trouble..." Hermione leaned against him as he carried her, feeling somewhat relieved when he assured her that he could get the potion the next morning. When they were in his bed, she found herself snuggling to his body, her naked form pressing against him. "Oh I do want to do it again....and again and again and again....I think you've got me hooked Professor..." Lupin smiled and he felt his face get a little red. "Hooked? I didn't think that I was that good." He said, as he thought of having to get the potion. He wouldn't say that it was for Hermione. That would be stupid. He wouldn't say that it was for anyone. He would have to steal it from the Professor's office, when he was out. Lupin smiled as he put his hand on her head, and gave her one more kiss before falling asleep. The next day.... "You were amazing..." Ok, Hermione didn't have anyone to compare him to, but the pleasure had been incredible nonetheless, and she wanted more of it, she wanted to do much much more with him. Besides, the idea of a forbidden relationship with a teacher was just so exciting to her. She smiled as she watched him drift off to sleep, snuggling into him and drifting off to sleep aswell, still sleeping when he awoke the next morning, her arms and legs draped over him. Lupin had woken up first, and he smiled as he looked at the teenage girl, hanging off of his form. He ran his hand through her hair and he moved her off of him softly, so that he wouldn't wake her. He washed out her dress, and put it back together so that it looked as good as new. He then took a shower, and got his own clothes on, happy that he got the smell of Hermione off of him. He loved her smell, but he didn't want the teachers catching on that he had sex with a student. Dumbledore was already being nice to him, by letting him teach when he was a werewolf. He couldn't handle them finding out. Hermione murmured slightly when Lupin moved, but didn't wake immediately. It wasn't until he was already dressed that she yawned and started to wake, slowly sitting up with a yawn, a smile creeping onto her face as memories of the previous night rushed back. So it hadn't just been a wonderful dream... The girl licked her lips as she climbed out of bed, seeing her clothing now repaired waiting for her. She slipped the dress on slowly before emerging and looking around for Lupin. "Professor?" Lupin was in the classroom, ready to walk to the breakfast banquet. He heard his name, and he walked back into the bedroom, smiling when he saw Hermione. "Hello there. You look like you had fun." He said, and he walked over to her to give her a kiss on the lips. "Breakfast is almost ready, did you want to go down to get some? Probably, since we both tired outselves out last night." He let out a laugh. "Come on, let's go." Hermione smiled as he kissed her, leaning up to return the kiss softly, her arms gently gripping his until he pulled away. "Ah...yeah breakfast does sound good but..." Hermione looked down at herself, still wearing the dress she had worn to the Yule Ball. "I think I need to get changed rather than walking around like this....though I doubt I can get back to my room without being seen..." Lupin nodded, and then looked towards the door. "I think that it would be okay if you walked back to your room, because many students are still sleeping. You will be able to change while in your room, and then come out to the breakfast. Hurry Hermione. Before anyone notices what we did." He opened the door and pushed her out, along with closing it behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror, and then shuddered. "Full moon is soon..." He said to himself. "If you're sure Professor..." The girl smiled softly, then turned to leave, moving through the corridors quickly back to the Gryffindor dorms, ducking around corners and hiding on the odd occasion she saw someone. Eventually, she managed to get back to her room unseen, quickly changing into her uniform, then trying her best to head down slowly and calmly to the hall for breakfast, though she found herself unable to look around for Lupin when she entered. Lupin was still trying to make sure that the moon was not going to become full tonight. He ran his hand through his hair when he found out that he was going to be fine, and he smiled as he moved out of his office, in a new change of clothes. He walked into the Great Hall, and saw Hermione. He then moved towards the teachers table, and sat down to eat. He had a really good night's sleep, due to what happened last night, so it was a little... Different to see Lupin without dark circles under his eyes. It was good to see Lupin looking so refreshed rather than tired all the time, and it was difficult for Hermione to take her eyes off him whilst she ate her breakfast. All too soon however, breakfast was over and it was time for classes, with Hermione not having a Defence against the dark arts class until the last lesson of the day. With a sigh Hermione stood up and turned to go, hoping Professor Lupin would get that potion from Snape... Lupin was planning on getting that potion as soon as he finished breakfast. He could not handle impregnating a 13 year old. That would put him in Azkaban, and remove him from any job opportunities when he came out. As Snape went to his potions class, Lupin had followed him, and went into a long conversation on how he needed such a potion. On how his girlfriend wouldn't be able to have a child without hurting herself, so he needed the potion. He got it, and walked to his office, prepared for Hermione to come back. For Hermione the day just seemed to drag on and on and on. Normally she enjoyed her lessons, but today they just took forever. But finally....finally the end of the day came and it was time for her Defence Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Lupin, making it hard for the girl to wipe the grin from her face, dismissing it as simple excitement at liking the class.During the class Hermione hung on the Professors every word, well, moreso than usual anyway, she always did hang on every word of most of the teachers. The end of the class seemed to come in an instant, and whilst everyone else left quickly to go and do their own thing, Hermione took her time to pack things away, leaving her alone in the class with the Professor. "....Good evening Professor..." Hermione looked up at him and smiled slightly, trying to appear innocent. The day was going by fast for Lupin. Once he had gotten the potion, and all of his worries were gone, he didn't have anything that would slow down the day for him. Besides the desire to have the beautiful thirteen year old in his bed once more. He smiled when she came to the class, and after the class, he moved towards her, the potion in his hand. He had one more day before he became a werewolf every night. So he had to get rid of his animalistic lusts now, and not later. If he didn't, and Hermione was outside tomorrow, she would probably hate him, if she was alive when he was done with her. "It is going to taste exactly like a mans... Seed. Drink it up fast." He replied. Hermione let out a slight sigh of relief when he handed her the potion, nodding softly to his warning. She looked at it for a moment, before bringing the vial to her lips, downing it quickly. "It did taste weird....but it's bette than the alternative right?". She grinned slightly, then leaned back slightly against the desk behind her. "From now on though...we should take precautions beforehand hmm? Muggles use condoms....do wizards use them too?" "Wizards do not use condoms. They just use potions like those, which are potions that prevent pregnancy for a certain amount of time. That potion prevents it for the next few days... So after three days, we are going to have to use spells, or something else to be more careful. Condoms don't work in the wizarding world. For some reason." Lupin replied. He then smiled. "Does this mean that you want to keep going? Oh you dirty girl." Hermione blushed when he called her a dirty girl, quickly looking away. "I...well you can't talk, you're the one who started it all..". She giggled softly, running a hand through her messy hair. "So um...how should we start this time...? I'm not totally sure how to start this kind of thing...". Hermione blushed once more, this time at her own lack of knowledge. Lupin smiled and he walked over to Hermione, and ran his hand through her hair. He moved up behind her, and the hand that was in her hair, was now moving down her breasts, massaging them through the robes. "I want you to take off your robe." He said, and he blew in her ear. "Take off the robes, and get fully naked. I want to fuck you again." Hermione shivered when his hand ran through her hair, then let out an adorable moan when he strarted to massage her small breasts through her clothing, her blush intensifying when he spoke, though she nodded shyly.Slowly, the girl began to slide her robes down, followed by her skirt, her hands then moving to unbutton her blouse, leaving her in her bra, panties and socks. Hesitating for a moment, Hermione slowly slid her bra off, looking away from Lupin almost shamefully. "I'm sorry they're so small...I wish they were bigger...sometimes I think about finding a potion or spell to increase their size...even just temporarily...". Waiting another few moments, Hermione hooked her thumbs in the side of her panties, slowly wiggling her way out of them, leaving her bare body on display to the professor, nothing covering her but her socks. Lupin smiled and embraced the girl when she said that she wished that her breasts were bigger. "It doesn't matter to me Hermione, the size of your breasts." Lupin replied, and he grabbed ahold of her breasts once more, when she was naked and only in her socks. For some reason, it was hot to him for her to be in only her socks. He leaned her over his desk, and he then pushed her down, so that she was laying her body down on the desk, while still standing up. He leaned over her, and pulled the bottoms of his robes down. The bulge in his underwear was obvious, so he got rid of those, pulling them down and stepping out of it. His top was next, and after taking that off, he pressed his erect cock against her womanhood, letting out a nice and loud groan when he slid all the way into her. He put his hands on her waist and slammed into her once, so he could feel the tightness of her cunt, before he started to move. "Tight as ever... Hermione." He said, as he slowly moved. "Th thank you but...I still wish they were bigger...". Hermione blushed, then moaned as he grasped her breasts once more, squeezing them as he pushed her back knot his desk. She couldn't help licking her lips when he removed his pants and underwear, freeing his large cock. If she didn't know better she'd swear it was slightly larger than yesterday. When his cock rubbed against her already wet pussy she let out a moan, then when he roughly slammed into her she had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. There would still be people walking around the corridors that could hear them after all. Yes it was true. Lupin did not bother to sound proof the walls, so anyone would be able to hear Hermione, if she were to scream out in pleasure. And from what Lupin was doing, he was sure that she would soon be doing that. He smirked as he slammed into her once more, and then pushed his whole cock into her body. He wished that he had another girl with her, the possibility of having a threesome stuck in his mind. "If you want them bigger, I am sure that you can find a potion for that. You are a smart girl, even if you are a slut." Lupin said, smirking as he kept thrusting in the girl, moving faster and faster now. Hermione scowled when he called her a slut, glaring at him through her squirms of pleasure. "I...I'm not a slut...I only do this for you Professor...". She whimpered, then moaned loudly as he began to move. "N not so rough...". He was being a little more aggressive than yesterday. It felt good, very good, but Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to contain her noises of pleasure if he kept going like this. "Nnngh...ooooh...it's so good!" Lupin tended to get into the mood, so it was kind of his fault that he called her a slut. It was true, he was the one to take her virginity, and he only took it yesterday. So she wasn't a slut, she was just a very dirty girl, that didn't get her chance to be dirty, until he unlocked that side of her. He kept thrusting, and smirked as he pushed her head down on the desk. "Oh yeah Hermione, your pussy is sucking my cock back in. It's like you don't want me to pull out." He replied, and he ran his hand through her hair, before his hands moved down to grasp her breasts, and squeeze them while he moved. His cock brushed up against her clit as he moved, and he started to move at his fastest pace, pounding into her cunt at the highest speed he could. Hermione moaned loudly as she felt her pussy tightening around him with every thrust, grunting as she felt him shift his weight in preparation to fuck her harder. "Nnngh...oh god....you're so big Professor..." She panted, then had to bite on her hand to suppress a scream of pleasure when he began to pound at her as hard as he could, closing her eyes and shaking head from side to side as unbelievable pleasure ran through her entire body. "NNGHMMF!" Her muffled cries echoed around the classroom, the desk shaking beneath them as her fragile body somehow withstood his nearly animalistic fucking. Lupin's werewolf vitality was managing to make him go much faster then a regular human would. So he kept moving as fast as possible, even if he was ripping the virgin's pussy apart, or making her sore for the next few days. However his climax was coming soon, so he would be able to soak the hot and sore parts of her body, with his cum. He grabbed ahold of her right shoulder with one hand, and pulled it back, so he could have her body at an arc as he fucked her, reaching spots in her that he didn't with their previous position. "I'm going to..." He said, and he felt his climax approaching. Hermione could barely contain herself as he lifted her up, pounding her tight pussy in ways she could never have imagined, sending unbelievable pleasure through her entire body. "Nnngh....P Professor....f fill me up..." Now that she knew it was safe, she wanted that hot cum inside of her again....oh god how she wanted to feel that sensation without any sense of panic or worry. Her pussy began to tighten around him as she lifted her head up. "Oh god....oh god I....I'm...I'm...." Hermione couldn't finish the sentance, and could no longer suppress herself. She let out an ear piercing scream of pleasure throughout the classroom and the corridors beyond, her pussy tightening around his cock as her juices began to spray all over the older mans waist. Lupin let out a groan as he felt Hermione's body bucking against his. He ran his hand through her hair as he kept fucking her, in as animalistic way as he could. He pulled at her waist so that he could have her pussy suck him in once more, and when she had reached her own orgasm, he felt that he was going to cum as well. He pulled her whole body against him, straightening his body with hers as he released his cum inside of her, shooting glob after sticky glob inside of Hermione's body. He moaned in her ear, and then after he had shot his cum, he let go of Hermione's body, so that she could fall against the desk again. Lupin let out an exhale, sweat covering his body. "Hermione... You feel so good." He whispered in her ear, as he leaned down. Hermione yelped when Lupin lifted her up, pressing her breasts against his chest, her moans of pleasure now directly into his ear as she felt him start to unload his hot, thick cum deep into her body. She could feel it flooding her pussy, much of the excess pumping out of her around his cock. "NNNGH!" She clawed at his back as they came together, until he finally placed her down on his desk once again, panting heavily as she started to come down from the orgasm, grunting as his cock slid out of her. "Oh god Professor....you're amazing....you're so amazing...." Ok, she had no frame of reference to compare him to, but he was the best as far as she was concerned. Lupin loved the feeling when he unloaded his cum into her body. Her body clenching on him, so that it felt like he was spraying the load right into her uterus. It was lucky that he got that potion, because if he didn't, then Hermione would be having a baby, with the load that he sprayed. He let go of her and set her down onto the desk, and one last bead of cum had shot out of him, and landed on her face. He turned a little red at the random shot, and then he picked her up and laid her down on his bed, followed by laying down next to her. "You are... Your body is so good." He said. "Have you ever thought of... Bringing a second girl in here?" The girl gasped as a last shot of cum splattered across her face, though oddly she found herself scooping it off with her finger, then slowly placing it in her mouth, licking and swallowing every drop before he lay her down on the bed.Hermione blinked at the question, slowly turning to face him with a look of combined embarrassment and curiosity on her face. "A another girl? I....well I never thought about it I....well I wouldn't know who to ask and....well....I don't know who I could honestly trust to keep us a secret...." Hermione slowly looked away, rubbing her head. "I....am I not enough for you Professor...?" Lupin did not want Hermione to get that impression. He quickly shook off that assumption, shaking his head. "No Hermione, never think that you aren't good enough. I have just... Never had a threesome." He replied. Lupin then kissed Hermione on the lips, ignoring the small taste of cum on her lips. "You were very good." He said. He looked between her legs, and thought about moving down, to eat her out, but decided against it. He could always do that later. He needed to satisfy himself. He became a werewolf tomorrow... Hermione smiled softly when he reassured her, nuzzling against him as he kissed her, shifting when he pulled away and looked between her legs, blushing as he watched her, some of his cum still dripping out of her. "....You want more...?" Hermione grinned softly through her embarassment, slowly moving a hand between her legs and spreading her pussy lips. "You're not satisfied yet are you?" She licked her lips, then started to move, slowly getting up onto her hands and knees, presenting her backside and pussy to him, wiggling her hips. "Well if you want more....come and get it" Lupin moved between the girl's legs and smiled as he ran his hand over the lips of Hermione's pussy. He licked his lips and then moved in, his tongue tracing around the lips of the 13 year old pussy that he had dug out only minutes ago. He stuck his tongue inside of her, and he then licked up the juices that were being produced from Hermione's body. He let out a groan, and then laid her down on one of the nearby desks, licking her pussy clean while his hand played with her clit. "I want more. I need more." He said, but he wasn't going to specify why. He wanted more. That is all. Hermione let out a long, drawn out moan as his tongue worked across her pussy, her arms and legs shaking slightly whilst they propped her up, before he picked her up and laid her down on one of the desks, her arms and legs hanging over the sides. "Nnnngh....oooooooh!" She groaned loudly as he continued to lick her, panting heavily as she squirmed around. "I if you want more....th then take it.....I want more too Professor...." Lupin took ahold of her legs as she squirmed around, and he smirked as he continued to lick up the juices that were collecting on Hermione's pussy. He ran his hand through her hair, and then kept lapping, licking like a dog at her pussy. He then grabbed hold of her breasts with his hands while he continued to lick. He kept going, waiting for an orgasm. Hermione kept fidgeting and moaning, having to bite down on her hand to suppress the noise as her body kept squirming around involuntarily. She gasped when he grabbed her breasts, they had been aching for attention, her nipples feeling like they were throbbing. "Nnngh....ooooh...." That extra bit of stimulation seemed to be what she had needed, her lower body starting to shift, her hips starting to buck as her pussy suddenly squirted juices into his face, the young Gryffindor crying out in orgasm. Lupin smiled as the juices sprayed onto his face. The girl's actions were making the orgasm obvious. He ran his hand through her hair when she had finished cumming, and he then picked her up. He laid her down in his bed, in the other room, and he sat down on the bed next to her. "You are so cute when you cum." He said blatantly. He then cracked his knuckles and unlocked the door, getting his clothes on. "I have another class to teach in an hour. If you want, you can stay in here. Or you can sit in the back. Or you can sit... Under my desk." He said, making an implication of a blow job. Hermione lay there panting for a few more moments, recovering from the intense orgasm he had just given her, then blushed as he described her as cute, slowly sitting up as he gave her a few options, then squeaked when he asked her to sit under his desk. "I...but...but someone might notice!" She quickly looked away, not immediately turning down the idea at least. "You...you still want more...?" From what little Hermione knew she thought most men wouldn't have the stamina to keep going like him, especially not when they got to his age. "I just... Yes. There are certain conditions that I have been put under, that have allowed me to want a woman so much... And being that I haven't done anything like this with a woman in such a long time, my urges keep... stacking on top of one another. So I keep desiring more and more releases, and more of your body." Lupin replied, trying to explain in a logical way, without saying that he was a werewolf. "I only have 5 minutes until the next class. What do you want to do?" Hermione blinked, slightly confused about what he might've been referring to. Certain conditions? Was that just another way of saying he was a pervert? Probably... She couldn't help but giggle softly at the thought, then looked up as he said they only had 5 minutes. "I...well..." Hermione fidgeted for a moment, then jumped out of the bed, grabbing her clothes. "Alright...but you better not let anyone know there's someone under your desk alright?!" She glared at him, before walking out past him into the classroom, moving to kneel down beneath his desk. Lupin smiled and nodded his head. "I would not embarrass you like that honey." He replied as he got his own clothes on and he moved his chair a little out from under his desk, so she would have head room. No pun intended. He moved to the front of the class and ushered his class inside of the room. He decided that he was going to be at his desk for as long as he could. He walked back to his desk and smiled as he reached his hand down to run it through Hermione's hair. "Good afternoon class. Today, we are going to be talking about boggarts." This was the third year class after all. "Now can anyone tell me what a boggart is?" He started to answer questions, while wondering if Hermione was going to start to work. Hermione settled under his desk as she heard other students filing in, Lupin just acting like things were perfectly normal. When he asked the question she had to fight the urge to instinctively raise her hand, grumbling to herself about not being able to answer, muttering until he sat down and ran a hand through her hair, slowly looking up and licking her lips. She reached out slowly, grasping his pants and beginning to unfasten them, a slender hand reaching in to pull out his cock, beginning to gently stroke it in order to bring it to life. And there was the life. Lupin's cock was slowly getting harder and harder as Hermione continued to run her hands over it. He moved the hand from Hermione's hair to the desk, and he smiled as he explained a boggart when the class was unable to. He had let out a pause in his sentence when one of her strokes was extremely nice, and felt nice. Soon enough, his cock was rock solid in front of the girl, and as he continued to teach the class and instruct them, one of his hands reached down to smooth out Hermione's hair again. And then he slowly pushed her head in the direction of his lap. Hermione licked her lips as she watched his cock grow bigger and harder before her eyes. If she didn't know better she'd say he was somehow even bigger than before....but it was probably just the situation. She felt his hand on her head, smirking when he tried to push her in the direction of his lap. She went a little ways, before suddenly stopping, allowing her hot breath to exhale across the shaft of his cock, teasing him with her lips oh so close...but not yet touching him. His cock wasn't at all bigger because of what was happening, he just was really turned on at the thought of having his cute little Hermione, under a desk and sucking him off. He was waiting for the sucking part to begin however. She was teasing him... Oh how much he wanted to put her in her place right now. But the whole class was here. He endured it and ruffled her hair to show that she was doing a good job. He smiled before teaching the class on how to get rid of boggarts. He did not have any on hand, that were not used from practice, that he could bring out, so it had to be book work only. Once Hermione was a little more satisfied that she had teased him enough, she slowly leaned forward, parting her lips and taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, running her tongue across the tip and licking at it slowly. A few moments later she started to suck on the head, being careful not to make any noise as she leaned forward, taking a little under half of his cock into her mouth, the tip of it brushing against the back of her mouth. She held her body there, sucking on his cock for a few moments, before starting to pull her head backover. Around the time that the students were muttering their own boggart defense spells, is when Lupin let out a small grunt from Hermione taking his cock in her mouth. She wasn't teasing him anymore. This was the real deal. He felt his fists clench and his knuckles turn white as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. The pleasures of a blow job, the feeling of her saliva on his cock, and the build up of his orgasm was enough to let him utter one more grunt, before he started to be quiet. He didn't want a student finding out. He couldn't handle embarrassing Hermione. He loved her.

['Hermione', 'Granger', 'Remus', 'Lupin']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/96263/

Corruption of a Gryffindor (deeperinmypower & RoleplayMaster)

They waited in the shadows, watching their prey with keen eyes. If the Prophecy is right, Cissy, then this must be him. Bellatrix giggled, playing with a lock of her hair, as she gently stroked her stomach. I think so, sister. My dear Draco told me this boy was a Gryffindor replied Narcissa Malfoy, paying no attention to Bellatrix s writhing. Her older sister had always been somewhat of a tease. It disgusted the younger woman, honestly. Makes sense. Hasn t fallen in with that Potter filth s crowd, though Bella purred, her hand in pocket, nursing a vial of potion that could be deployed, if necessary. Doesn t look like he s fallen in with anyone, for that matter which gives us a perfect opportunity to .educate him.. Narcissa smiled. Unaware of the pairs of eyes following him, Curtis was happily shopping through Diagon Alley without a care in the world... Well, that wasn't exactly true, but not in the sense of Death Eaters watching his every move. The boy was a sixth year at Hogwarts, sorted into Gryffindor, the House of the Brave. He didn't truly believe that though, being so alone. None of the Gryff's spoke to him, falling into their own little groups. And he wasn'tbraveenough to make friends in other houses either. Slytherins were out for obvious reasons, but the Ravenclaws always acted so posh and turned their noses from him in disgust, as if he were some dirt on their shoe. The Hufflepuffs were cool, but as the stoner house, he couldn't stay anywhere near them for too long due to the smell of weed.So that just left him alone. Quiet. No social skills to speak of. And likely very easy to manipulate.The boy had some new robes, some books, and had grabbed some snacks before making his way back to his room in the Leaky Cauldron. Unable to use Muggle electronics, he'd likely begin studying for next year Bellatrix waved her wand, and a ghostly hand knocked on the boy's room door.Both women were poised to enter, as quickly as possible. Narcissa, dressed conservatively, revealing nothing of her body, and Bellatrix, almost completely the opposite her long, dark coat shielding an extravagant lingerie corsage combined with a flowing, silken black skirt."Curtis Smith?" enquired Narcissa, primly. "Are you there?" Curtis looked up at the knock on the door. He wasn't expecting visitors. Putting his things down, he heard the voice asking if he was there, not recognising the woman on the other end of the door. Maybe it was room service? Complimentary, he hoped, since he didn't ask for it."One sec!" He calledHeading for the door, he opened it only to find Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix LeStrange standing there. His hand moved to his pocket, eyes widening as he noticed he left his wand on the bedside table. "Shit" He muttered."Please, don't hurt me. I don't have much, just take what you want and go." Curtis said, raising his hands in a surrender like pose, backing away from the door. Bellatrix moved swiftly, pinning Curtis up against the wall."Oh, we're not going anywhere, darling..."She traced a finger down his chest. "Such a handsome young man....a Pureblood, too...."Narcissa stayed by the door, surveying the room."We're not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite. We're here to make you an offer." she smiled, slyly. "Oof" he grunted, against the wall with the beautiful MILF against him. Swallowing deeply, he looked up into her face, then the finger along his chest. But as he looked down, he caught sight of her cleavage.Damn! Despite himself, he could feel himself growing erect."A An offer?" He repeated. An offer sounded better than being robbed or killed. But if he turned them down... what would happen? Bellatrix smiled, evilly, able to sense Curtis' cock growing. She reached down to stroke his inner thigh."....power..." she purred."She's right, Mr. Smith. We need your help, your....assistance, shall we say, within the walls of Hogwarts. And in return....we'll teach you some little tricks that'll help you get whatever you want....from whoever you want..." The boy swallowed deeply, the older woman feeling his pants stretch a little tighter as she stroked the inside of his thigh. His cock was completely erect, almost brushing her forearm.He really didn't want to help Death Eaters. He wanted to be a good guy. All Gryffindors were good guys! But with what was happening now, he could only choose pain or pleasure. So he reluctantly chose pleasure. "O Okay... I'll help." He replied nervously. Bellatrix stepped back."Good boy...."Without warning, she withdrew her wand, and with a flourish, cast a knowledge spell."Potens revelaret arcana scientiae!""There. You now know exactly how to exert your....influence over others. Use it wisely, and we'll reward you handsomely, my darling."Narcissa took up the tale. "Here's the deal. In exchange for this knowledge, you're going to work for us. With your newfound powers, you're excellently placed to become a bigger deal within Hogwarts than that Potter filth.You'regoing to become the chosen one. The one they all adore. Potter's only popular because of a myth. Once you start using your power, you'll grow a following that will far outlast him. You, Curtis Smith, will be the ruler of Hogwarts. Not Dumbledore. Not any of the teachers.You.""Just think..." smiled Bellatrix. "....all those pretty girls.. falling over themselves to spend time with you doing anything for you...you can have it all...." Curtis flinched as the wand was aimed at him, before jolting suddenly at the rush of magical energy coursing through his body. Instantly, his mind was filled with various spells, that would help influence the minds of those around him. Dark spells. Horrible spells that he couldn't see himself using. But also memories. A memory of a wizard using these spells on a woman. And even if the spells seemed so incredibly...wrong...he couldn't help but grow aroused as he saw the woman in these memories bend to the will of her new master.Looking at Bellatrix, then Narcissa as she spoke, it was a tall order.Become the Chosen One. Cast aside Harry Potter. Be the one everyone adores.It seemed too good to be true. "I'm... filled with knowledge... But I don't know how to use it." he confessed. What would happen if he tried to bend the will of a girl to him, only to fail and alert her to something being wrong? He would fail, face expulsion, and possibly execution by the women who had granted him this knowledge. Bellatrix stepped forward once more, leaning forward provocatively, making sure he got a good look down her top."...use it on her...make her your Sissy slut..." Bella whispered, her hands wandering over Curtis' torso, doing her best to corrupt the young man further..

['Malfoy', 'Narcissa', 'Draco', 'Bellatrix']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/96296/

A sword through the earth [Communist Fluffy x Karameida]

Hitomi The light flickered weakly inside the crowded bar and heavy clouds of smoke drifted through the building obscuring everything inside the grimy bar, the smell of cheap alcohol and sweat was so heavy you could almost taste it coating your tongue. Voices murmured lowly throughout the place with the occasional burst of laughter from some corner. Sitting at a table alone sat a woman who looked as if she might've belonged to the red light district. She sat back in a relaxed position, one arm folded under her chest and the other holding onto her kiseru, smoke drifting from her mouth and mixing with what was already circulating. The ornaments in her hair, glinted in the dull light and tingling ever so slightly when she moved.Her eyes lazily drifted over the faces of the patrons seeking out the one that she was to be meeting with and wondered if the ronin she had sent word to would make it.The womans name was Hitomi and though she could be mistaken for a geisha she was in actuality a spy and very good at her work however, she belonged to no organization, group, had no loyalties or ties with anyone and answered to no one. She chose assignments based on difficulty as well as and more importantly, how much money she would make from it. She thought over the events that had brought her here now her last assignment she had over heard something she had not expected, the information was far more valuable than what she had been offered and so had opted against giving the information up to her client. She considered once more, what she was doing and looked over her plan one more time, assuring herself this was the best course she let out a small breath. Rolling her shoulders, she shook her head slightly and placed the mouth piece of the Kiseru between her slightly parted lips and inhaled, the embers in the bowl burning brightly as she did so. Aikotraveled the lands of Japan as she had fought her way through hordes of enemies for some Yen in her pocket. Though what she craved was power and that is why she hired a very good spy to check up on things as she knew about two groups on the whipseres of people's mouths. Though of course she couldn't confirm the groups as she was just an broken down samurai turned rouin so she couldn't actually get any credible information. It was very odd for a woman to apply her trade in the blade in her home country that is dominated by males that facy the blade and themselves as tough guys. She had take take down a lot of ment that thought themselves like this. Though not master of any art she was proficient in many. As she lazily walked into the captial of her homeland she lazily stared at the shop keepers, the other watresses at tea houses and the like. Meanwhile she got stares back, sure women were mostly doing the work like shrines or tea houses but she didn't care. That is till her walk was delayed as she stopped seeing a few men holding out their katana's like they wanted to fight as she had a hand on her hilt."Why is a woman doing this work? You know the last woman we fought? She lost and ended up pleasing us! You want that same kind of treatement bitch?! Put that cute sword away and actually go work at a tea house or one of the shrines and pray to the many gods you may see today!" The man in a roughly put on Yukata yelled at her as the others didn't say anything but they enforced that they were there to basically put the pain on her as she only smirked."You all obviously don't know how to handle a woman, nor a warrior either...I guess I will have to put the two gether and handle you myself."She said as she slowly unsheathed her blade which was a tad longer than a traditional katana but not as long as DieKatana as she held out in a very popular and defensive stance. She could easily go to town on these thugs but it was easier to make them look like fools if they lived. That is a big might if they did live as she eyed the middle one which looked twitchy compared to the other two. Shocked by this specticle a big crowd began to form around them as the thugs looked at the onlookers with distain while Aiko dodn't even bother looking at them. This only spurred on the crowd to cheer for the lone swordswoman as she faced down some lowly thugs ran by some probably bigger thug in this part of Kyoto.The battle was quick almost too quick as they thugs charged all at once as Aiko side stepped the middle she parried the left and then side stepped the right. One by one she did simple attacks that didn't kill them but would make it to where they were useless fighters. She cut places on their arms that would cripple them for life as she moved through the thugs dancing like a deadly dancer she managed to cut every thug in a way that not a drop of blood got on her but it was flowing down their arms. As they all screamed dropping their swords the middle one looked up at Aiko as she glared,"You wanted to have 'fun' with me right? You lowly creature? Well I think..."She looked at her blade as it glinted in the sunlight as she then took it with lighting fast percision and cut the man's head off making it fly off rolling down a second of the road as his body crumbled to the side bleeding as she looked at the others."You share this man's belief that you should have your way with me? That I am not any worth a warrior than you lowly creatures?"She asked her voice hard and cold as the others just shook their heads filled with pain at their newest disabilities and ending of careers as thugs."Good I hate to waste my time with you miscreaents get out of here...or I will behead you all next."She said her voice lined like the edge of a blade as the other two ran off in fright despite their wounds.One quick movement she sheathed her blade as the onlookers clapped due to her performance some of them even wanted to say hello to her but she shooed them away casually. She didn't have time for this nonsense! She was here to hunt for something anything that could help her achieve power beyond any man in this country holds. To command armies like the men that stand behind them! Like Nobunaga or Tokugawa! Though without a clan, or any kind of blood line she was short out of luck in anyway of achieving any status. This weighed heavily on her as she walked through the city, it was bustling and annoying, people came to and fro as she avoided most of the measily till she found the Tea house that she was supposed to meet her informant in that she had spent great deal of Yen to get. When she entered the smokey room a lot of the occupants stopped and stared at her as she ignored them all looking around. The person was a geisha or had that image of a geisha as she kept looking around. Sad thing is that there were several geishas around but only one seemed to be enjoying a smoke. With intiuition she slowly approached the woman. Though instead of talking Aiko just sat next to her noticing that the woman would spot her as she was the most interesting person in the tea house she looked at the bar tender as he nodded. "What will it be today?" He asked as she looked down, "Some Sake please...."She said her voice was hard as the man blinked nodding slightly, "O of course I will be back with your cup and bottle..." he said rushing away as she just nodded, slowly her eyes moved to the Geisha,"Are you Hitomi? In the missive? Said you had something for me?"She asked as she kept her voice level doing a lazy pose to show that she had nothing really special going on besides talking to her informant. Hitomi Some time later Hitomi's gaze was drawn to the entrance of the building as a newcomer arrived. The spy could tell the new arrival had not simply wandered in here by chance, she was looking for someone specifically. The elegant woman had not actually met with the person she'd sent the note too, just knew that the person was a Female Ronin named Aiko. From the look of things, she guessed that the woman who had just entered was the Aiko she was waiting for, she sat and watched as the swordswomans gaze swept over the occupants as she searched, her gaze eventually falling on Hitomi herself. The female Ronin was hard to miss as she commanded attention, the other occupants looking at her with different expressions on their faces as she stood there. There were times when it benefited Hitomi to command attention but for the most part, spies worked better when they went unnoticed and its what she preferred. After a moment, the Ronin made her way through the building and towards her, coming to sit next to her.Hitomi merely took another drag from her Kiseru as she nodded slightly to her new companion as the mysterious swordswoman ordered something. She watched the man scurry away from them to grab Aiko's sake. At Aiko's question she nodded her head slightly, a little smile on her lips as she blew the smoke out. "I am, you must be Aiko then." she said, her voice both soft and coy as she spoke."Hmmm simply put, I recently came upon some...information I believe you will find rather invaluable." she eventually said, keeping her voice low and even as she tapped her Kiseru out. "The information was worth more than I was being offered but...is also fairly useless to me." she said, finally turning to look at the woman she had sent the missive too. She paused and waited while the bar tender returned to serve the Ronin her sake before asking if he could do anything else to which the two women shook their heads 'no' in response, the man nodding and scurrying away once more. "Before I give you this information, we should discuss terms. I don't want any money for this." she said rather bluntly. "I would like to form a kind of partnership, instead." she continued as she filled her Kiseru once more."In exchange, I can guide you to a 'power that helps one to command and conquer'." She said, quoting some of what she had over heard before she took a drag from the elegantly crafted pipe, the embers briefly lighting up part of her face. Aiko nodded as the man came with her Sake, taking a cup she poured some sipping it listening to the woman. "Oh, you do?", Aiko responded dully though it had an edge to it as she never really let her guard down. As Hitomi continued to explain that this information was way more than what she was paid for Aiko looked a little annoyed, however, once the rest of the statement left Hitomi's mouth Aiko returned to an impassive stare. That is when she heard it "partnership" which threw her for a loop, nobody man or woman would want to team up with her let alone go after something so big just to be there and not expect something. As she wound down from her whole explanation Aiko had already downed several cups of Sake putting them on the bar her hard eyes moved till they rested on Hitomi."So you expect me to just assume you wish to have a partnership? Not that you want to be a very rich woman after this is all over or sell me to some Dynamo for what we are searching for?"Aiko explained as she was very untrusting of people around her, considering most were out for themselves or they wanted to have a piece of her, herself.

['Hitomi']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/96333/

Naruto: Team 7 Next Generation (Graverobber and LilGunner)

There was an underlying nervousness that scratched underneath Sasuke's skin, causing him to watch the clock out of the corner of his eye, occasionally tapping the kitchen's table top in subtle impatience. Three minutes until Ryou came down the stairs, until he was ushered out the door after breakfast, his future placed in the care of a man that possibly irked Sasuke more than Naruto. The Hokage had tried to reassure him by saying Kiba came from high recommendation by Hinata, and that he wanted to pick a Jonin that would judge the kids based on their own abilities, instead of their parents'. It made sense, logically Sasuke couldn't argue, but still that annoying, uncontrollable nervousness ticked underneath his surface. He was all too aware of the damning shadow he left over the boy, the curse of his blood, and leaving his training, the start of his Shinobi career, in the hands of someone he barely knew didn't sit well with him. But he supposed that was also the point.Another glance in the direction of the clock told him it was a minute past the time he was expecting to hear Ryou start shuffling downstairs, and his earlier concerns where dismissed for but a moment in a hasty, parental, mild anger: if the boy didn't have enough motivation to meet his sensei on time, Sasuke guessed he didn't have to worry about him stumbling down his own dark path anytime soon. A barely audible sigh was the only evidence of his irritation, and without another sound, he travelled upstairs to his son's room, knocked on the door, declared, "You're going to be late", and was met with complete silence.No further warning was given with the furrowing of his brow, Sasuke shoved the door opened, only to find that the room was empty. The bed was disheveled, sheets tossed aside. The window was partly opened, letting rays of the morning sun glide into the room, drifting alongside a cool breeze. The air carried the sound of metal clashing against wood, the frustrated panting that reminded Sasuke of his own endless hours of training under Kakashi. A nostalgic smile tugged at the edge of his lips, barely noticeable, and looking outside, watching as his son raised a kunai to throw at a tree littered with many like it, all varying distances away from a painted target, he called, "Raise your arm a bit more. Don't look away from the target."The boy though, Sasuke supposed he wasn't a boy any longer jerked his head back at the sound of his father's voice, starring back at him with a determined look blazing in his aqua green eyes. In all other aspects, Ryou was the spitting image of his father at that age, perhaps with a bit longer hair, but he had inherited his fiery eyes from his mother. With a small smirk, he nodded, snapped his gaze back to the tree, and threw the kunai with precision it landed in the center of the target with a sharpthudagainst the bark.Sasuke's approval was only shown in the slight shine within his dark eyes. "Now come eat before you're late, or your mother might level the house." There was only a slight undertone of humor in that statement.After breakfast, Sasuke watched as Ryou stepped outside, adjusting his headband around his forehead. He stopped in his tracks, throwing a glance over his shoulder at his father. "Don't worry. I'm going to show the world what an Uchiha can do." That declaration held significance and weight, a coin toss between greatness and madness. Part of Sasuke couldn't help but fear it, knowing what such a desire had led him to do, along with countless others before him, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. No, it could be itwas a new beginning. A chance to start over. To rebuild his clan without the taint of hatred.That small smile graced his lips once more. Raising his hand, he caused Ryou to pause before continuing onward, and placed two fingers gently against his son's forehead. The gesture said more than any words he could've mustered, and with a firm nod, he watched as Ryou travelled down the street. It wasn't until his son had disappeared from view that his irritation was one more displayed in the furrowing of his brow. Exhaling, he mumbled, "Kiba...Really, Naruto?" Ryou had no doubt he'd pass the genin exam while he had little patience for study work, he spent much of his time training, working on his techniques. He wanted to learn by doing, instead of trying to divine an answer from some book. It was why he looked forward to this day: the day he'd break out of the classroom, finally start his own journey, and prove himself worthy of the Uchiha name. It was also why, when he sat waiting in the same classroom he wanted so desperately to never set foot in again, irritation began to boil under his cool surface. Arms crossed, legs kicked up on a desk, he stared at the clock, watching the minutes tick past, narrowing his eyes further with each passing of the hand.At some point that irritation sparked into anger, and suddenly Ryou was on his feet, hands pushed inside his pockets. "Where the hell is this guy?" Years wasted in the Academy, a breath away from being able to push himself further, and the Jonin entrusted with his future couldn't even be bothered to show up on time. Just the thought of possibly getting saddled with someone who could care less about making sure he could be his best made him grit his teeth, and impatiently start pacing around the room. Occasionally he'd throw a glance at the two also left with him, his teammates, and wondered if they were just as irked as he was.Another few minutes passed by, and his pacing became more hurried, as if he were trying to burn off excess energy blazing underneath his surface. There was an incessant need building within him to do something,anything, and it became more compelling with each step he took.He came to a sudden stop when his eyes landed on an easer sitting on the edge of the teacher's desk. His annoyance lifted, leaving in its place a terrible, stupid idea. He knew this as the mischievous smirk danced upon his lips, yet he couldn't quite help himself. Picking up the easer, he began to casually whistle, dragging a chair over so he could stand and wedge the object within the door. Paying no mind to any potential disapproval, he nonchalantly found his way back to his desk, now more content to wait on their so called sensei. Excitement hummed throughout Kiba's body, reminding him of when his team first met Kurenai. There was nothing like the spirit of a genin stepping out into the world and out of shadows, of defining themselves by the sweat on their brows and the blood on their knuckles. To be part of that moment, to finally have a team of his own, especially when one of the members was his own daughter...Well, the sheer electricity sparking through him was enough to make Akamaru nervous the pup mumbled in protest, watching as his master briskly made his way down the Academy's hallway.The Hokage himself had been the one to inform Kiba it was time he got his own trio of genin, and what a bunch it was: a Hyuga and and Uchiha, and of course his own pride and joy, whose abilities he already knew pretty well. He didn't miss the trust Naruto and Hinata, who was like his sister in all but blood, had in him by placing their child under his supervision, along with the offspring of Naruto's best friend, nor did the responsibility of training his own daughter escape him. But these things didn't damper his determination to the contrary, they only strengthened his resolve. His team, the new Team Seven, would be the best the Leaf Village had to offer, Kiba was going to make sure of that.He could hardly contain himself, but he had somehow managed to keep his mouth shut around Mimi. He was determined to offer her no special treatment, and if the other genin were walking into meeting their sensei blind, she would be as well. He did, however, take pleasure in making sure she made it out of the house in time, lingering behind so there wasn't a chance she'd guess he was heading to the same place as she was. Naturally, this caused him to be late, and now he was double timing it, simply because he couldn't wait.Perhaps that was why he fell for the oldest trick in the book. As soon as he slid the door opened, Akamaru on his heels, his head was assaulted by an easer after bonking him, the thing plummeted uselessly to the ground, and Kiba was left silent for a stretch of time. Noting the satisfied smirk he would have to later wipe off the face of the Uchiha kid, he finally shook his head, crossed his arms, and stated, "Well that little stunt just guaranteed to make this day all that much harder for you three. I'm Kiba Inuzuka, your new sensei." It was said the new laws were in place for their protection. When their parents were new Genin their journies they had been a few years younger. As young as 11 in some cases. A hard life for children so young. Thus it was decided that time at the academy would be longer, they would graduated with stronger skills and more developed minds. For children so young to see blood and death it was considered unreasonable. Had it not been for the relative long period of peace perhaps the wait wouldn't have been so long. For some of the kids it had meant more time to develop their ninja arts, for others they had taken a shine to other electives. Some even dropped the academy all together to peruse different careers. Many, of course, stayed the course. Ready to follow the footprints of their parents to become ninja.It was occasionally whispered that it was Neji Uzumaki's fault, in a way. Some said that when Lord Seventh looked down at his son upon his birth he could not bear the child to suffer as much as he, his wife, and all his comrades had suffered at such young ages. Wether or not that was true no one knew. Yet Neji was reminded of that all too often. It was lucky, perhaps, that he looked every bit more like his mother than his father. Nearly the spitting image of his mother and, in many ways, his name sake. His long black hair was bound at the tips, right around his hips. He wore his headband traditionally, across his forehead. Long, loose pants, covered his long legs with his weapons pouch bound to his left thigh. A tight fitting, long sleeved white shirt and a simple tan vest. He wore nothing that clearly stated who's child he might be. Though the clear, featureless eyes would be a certain give away."By mom," he called as he slipped on his blue sandals. His mother, Hinata, peeked out from the kitchen. "Have a good day sweetheart. Say hello to Ryou for me!" Neji gave a small nod. What strange luck it had been. That he would be on the same team as Ryou. They had nearly grown up together and not just because they spent nearly all day together at the academy. After all, Sasuke and Sakura Uchiha had been on his father's team when they were young. It was only natural, even given everything that happen, their friendship would continue. Strangely still was Mimi Inuzuka being another addition to the team. Much like with Ryou he had spent a great deal of time with the Inuzuka family as well. Kiba and HInata had been on a team together, possessing that special bond that only teammates could develop. Sometimes he didn't wonder if the team had been chosen based on childhood friendships rather than abilities.Neji was no prodigy like his Uncle and name sake. Not truly his uncle of course, Neji Hyuga had been his mother's cousin. Still, when he was spoken of, in the highest of regards and the gentlest of tones, he was always called Uncle. He would consider himself and average student. Perhaps more skilled in combat than with tests and knowledge. That was something he shared with Ryou. As they said, men of action. Books couldn't help you in a fight. Knowing a jutsu was not the same as performing a jutsu. For him Ninjutsus were still difficult and Genjutsu was right out of the question. He barely understood Genjutsus and certainly couldn't perform them. Now Taijutsu was where he shined. His mother had been teaching him about their Kekkei Genkai and the Gentle Fist fighting style. When he truly began grasping the ancient family trait was when he excelled in the academy.Stepping out of the door he jogged down the street towards the academy. Their first day, meeting their Jounin. No one had said what to expect. He knew his father had hand selected the Jounin to lead but didn't deign to tell who it was. Neji's heart thumped loudly in his chest. Excitement? Or fear? What was there to be afraid of? He glanced up to see the stone faces. All the Hokage, including his father, looked down from on high. Neji's feet skittered to a halt as he stared up at the visage of his father. Son of the Seventh. Descendant of the Hyuga. Neji felt his guts clench. He groaned a little and scuffed his sandal in the dirt. "I'll make you proud...Dad, mom, Uncle Neji...believe it..." He said with a huff before picking his pace back up and headed into the academy to meet up with his teammates.* * * * *Shiromaru snored, curled up comfortably at the head of Mimi's bed. He had grown a lot and quickly. The massive, shaggy, pure white dog made for a warm and comfortable pillow. A wild mane of shaggy brown hair splayed across the great white beast's stomach. Sunlight streamed in but it hardly bothered Mimi Inuzuka. Her arm draped across her eyes as she snored along with her companion. Most of the blankets were kicked off, legs and other arms splayed out like a starfish. Shiromaru was the first to wake, opening his icy blue eyes with a sleepy blink followed by a wide yawn. He chuffed and looked over at his still slumbering companion. The dog gave a little 'boof' at her but to no effect. Leaning over he snuffled her hair before giving her face and arm a long, wet lick. Mimi groaned and sat up, slobber dripping off her chin, hair sticking out every which way. Every bit the spitting image of dear old dad. Her slitted eyes, pointed teeth and the red fang markings of her clan on her cheeks."What time is it?" She grumbled as she leaned over to grab her clock. "Agh!" She scrambled out of bed, legs caught in blankets she fell right off, landing with a hard thud. Shiromaru chuffed and took the blankets in his jaws, giving a tug to untangle her legs. "Thanks boy," she said as she scrambled up and ran at top speeds between the bathroom and her bed room. By the time she was showered and tamed her unruly brown hair Shiromaru had left to get himself some food and morning relief outside. Mimi pulled on light grey pant that came to her calves and flared just a little then strapped her weapon pouch to her right leg. Pulling on a black tank top, fishnet overshirt, finally her father's old hooded, fur lined jacket from when he was a Genin. She left it, however, unzipped and kept the hood down, tying her forehead protector where it belonged, on the dang forehead. It helped keep her unruly Inuzuka hair from flying in her face.Cramming a backpack with books she ran downstairs just in time to grab some toast and a generous helping of breakfast meats. She was still shoveling the food in her mouth as she hurried to the door to pull on her blue sandals. "Pfye pfaff, wuff ooo," she said with a mouthful of breakfast and ran out the door. As soon as she was out Shiromaru bounded out from the yard. Mimi jumped into the air and Shirmaru slid under her. One hand holding the fur of his neck, the other cramming the last bite of breakfast into her mouth, Mimi squeezed with her thighs to hold on as Shriomaru bolted down the street. People had to dodge and jump as the shaggy white hound and his partner bounded down the street. Wild brown hair flew back like a banner of war as they sped up to the academy. On arrival Mimi jumped off his back with a content sigh. "Record time I think," she said with a toothy grin. Shiromaru 'boofed' in happy response as he followed her inside.Mimi was the last to arrive in the classroom. She grinned at Neji with a small wave. When their team was first called out she recognized the strange sort of irony. Neji was the proverbial glue to their little team. He had spent most of his childhood with the Uchihas or Inuzukas. Yet she didn't know much about Ryou at all, despite having been in class with him for years. She had her own group of friends, mostly Kunoichi, and only knew Neji from when they were younger and their parents brought them along on visits and gatherings. With Shiromaru on her heels Mimi headed to the windows. He laid down and curled up some while Mimi settled against him. She had gotten the highest marks in the graduating class for good reason. Once nicely settled in she took out a book and buried her nose in it. There was never a bad time to keep learning new things.Of course that was nearly an hour ago. Neji leaned on a desk, his hands folded casually in front of his mouth. For all appearances he was at ease, even though they had been waiting for over an hour. He looked up at Ryou began to pace, clearly getting agitated. Mimi was also aware of Ryou's pacing but kept on with her reading. It was the screeching, grinding drag of the chair that caused her to lift her eyes from her book. Neji looked over as well but with eyes like his it was difficult to see just where he was looking. Mimi lowered her book her her knees and huffed a sigh. "Real mature," she said with a growl. Shiromaru chuffed in agreement. Neji remained quiet.As if on cue a hand appeared at the door and slid it open. Mimi's eyes shot wide and certainly not because of the eraser falling and dusting that familiar brown hair. She was on her feet, the book hanging at her side. No way. She barely heard what he said. I'm your new sensei. "Dad?! You're...but...what?" Shiromaru jumped up and trotted over to Akamaru. Unlike thier human companions Shiromaru had taken his looks from his mother. He woofed in excitement and bopped his head against Akamaru's side. Neji's eyebrows raised a little as he sat back in his chair. This was certainly a strange turning of events. He looked over at Mimi who was still in the throes of shock. "There isn't something against being the lead of your child's team?" He questioned quietly as he got to his feet. Suddenly he was thankful his own father was Hokage and couldn't lead their team.Mimi finally recovered her shock at Neji's words and put her hands on her hips. "Yeah...very funny dad...who's our real sensei?" No way they would let her dad lead their team. She didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea that he might show some favoritism from her. Any accomplishments might be marred by that. 'Real mature.'Ryou shifted his gaze, which had been locked on the door, as if by will alone he could force their sensei to appear, onto Mimi. His head tilted just so in consideration of her statement, his left brow lifting. He wasn't going to disagree, but he couldn't ignore the satisfaction that immature little act left him with. Besides, what was the harm in having just a bit of fun in payment for his wasted time? And a Jonin wouldn't fall for such a trick, anyways, right?That last thought was quickly smashed into oblivion as the door finally slid open, and their glorious sensei's sandy hair was dusted with chalk. Ryou smirked smugly, but his left eye twitched with dumbfounded disbelief. "Kiba?" For one, the supposed elite ninja had walked right into the hardly elaborate trap.And then there was the fact that he was Mimi's father. It seemed like a joke to Ryou. With a blood relative on the team, how could a sensei be expected to push their students to their limits, mold them into great shinobi? He wanted to learn through hardwork, not be pampered just because one of his squadmates happened to be the teacher's offspring. "I'm with Neji on this one. You can't be our sensei."Kiba responded to the genin with a chuckling scoff, grinning around his fangs. His gaze travelled among the three, sizing them up individually. "Normally that would be a concern." Reaching to pat Akamaru on the head, who had woofed in return to the other pup, giving a wag of his tail, Kiba motioned with his hand the elder dog barked in affirmation , and picked up the eraser in his mouth, placing it in his master's hand. "If I had any plans to treat any of you with favoritism. But the thing is..."A stretch of silence followed as Kiba casually made the eraser dance around his fingers. It was harshly broken when his eyes darted first to Mimi, burning with a look that almost dared them to challenge him, "It doesn't matter if you're my daughter " then to Neji, "Or the son of the Hokage " lastly they flashed to Ryou, "Or the heir of the Uchiha "Ryou felt his jaw set rigidly, and he kept a cool, even, steeled gaze on the Jonin."You're all genin now, my students, and I plan on pushing youpastyour limits. So from now on " Kiba grasped the eraser within his palm. Squeezed, it audibly snapped in two, "It'ssenseito you three." His wrist moved more quickly than Ryou could track. Both halves of the eraser were in the air, one flying toward him, the other heading straight toward Mimi. Ryou barely had time to blink, nevertheless time to act. His half hit him square on the forward thankfully, a light object of that nature didn't carry much force, but it did cough up a cloud of remnant chalk to choke Ryou and streak through his dark hair. Though he was gritting his teeth and trying his damned best not to sneeze, Ryou admitted he deserved that, a taste of his own medicine, and was beginning to think he perhaps had been wrong to doubt Kiba, considering the speed and precision he had used to make that throw.Akamaru barked as if to back up Kiba's assertion, and with a small chuckle, the Jonin continued to explain, "Besides, the main consideration when forming a team is balance. And to put it mildly, your scores at the academy were dully average, Neji and Ryou, while Mimi's excelled."Ryou felt an unusual flush of embarrassment, which was covered up with a scowl and huff. Crossing his arms over his chest, he couldn't help but sneak a look at Mimi. Since her nose had been glued in a book during just about the entirety of the time she had been here, he supposed that wasn't a surprise."However, taijutsu isn't Mimi's strong suit, while you two are talented in it."Ryou regained his pride with that statement, flashing a smile at his childhood friend. The two of them? Ha, he knew in his guts they'd make a great team.Yet Kiba didn't stop there. "On the flip side, you two are severely lacking genjutsu skills, and Mimi's quite talented at sniffing it out."Ryou's pride was once again immediately checked, and it showed in the slight slouching of his shoulders. An Uchiha who wasn't talented in genjutsu? Laughable. Even more laughable: it was probably because he had yet to unlock the sharingan. Just the thought of that fact made him set his jaw. Glancing in Mimi's direction, he, albeit with just a bit of resistance, born of his own anger at his incapabilities, accepted that they needed her on the squad."So, we're a team now. Understand?" Setting his hands on his hips in a pose strikingly similar to his daughter's, his eyes flickered across the three, examining each one for their reactions.Ryou let out a small huff of air, before giving a small nod. "Yes, sensei."

['Sasuke', 'Hinata', 'Ryou', 'Naruto', 'Kiba', 'Hokage']

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Daily Life with Monsters ((Freckles&East))

"lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" Rain UnStroten had spent the last few days making the house perfect, well her, her brother, and a construction crew who had renovated the basement to suit their new guest. At only 23 Rain had accomplished a lot in her life. She had already graduated from college with a degree in English. She worked as a manager at the bookstore a few miles from her home.Ding Dong. Rain smiled and went over to the main door of the house. There stood Miss Smith their cultural exchange coordinator. Hell Rain, I m here to check in make sure everything is ready for tonight. She said stepping over the threshold before glancing at her wrist watch. Rain smiled and nodded. Hi Miss Smith Rain said with a warm smile. Yes everything went well. Rain said walking into the living room and had a seat Coffee? She asked pouring a cup for Miss Smith. Absolutely! She squealed taking the cup with a big smile. Hey...where s your brother? She asked. https: vignette.wikia.nocookie.net kingdomhearts3dddd images 0 04 Headphones blue eyes brown short hair male anime girls wallpaperswa.com 64.jpg revision latest?cb 20131101001902Cloud UnStroten had overseen a lot of the work on the house. He had always been better with his hands, and at the age of 27 the young man was an electrician. Out of Highschool he had signed up with a trades school, and fairly quickly gone into an apprenticeship. While his sister was the more smart and personable of the two Cloud had always preferred working with his hands when it came to problems and so labor work was a lot easier for him.Walking up stairs he had pretty much seen to the last of the work in the basement suite. replacing old wiring and making sure that the power output wouldn't suddenly fry his home. Seeing Rain meeting with Miss Smith he went to join them taking some coffee. "I'm here, was just finishing the last few touches. The basement suite is ready." He said looking at one woman than the other. Rain turned and smiled seeing Cloud. "There you are." She said and poured him a cup of coffee. Miss Smith had been very tight lipped about what kind of creature their new housemates were going to be. Rain had also been kept away from the basement. Mostly Cloud said she would get in the way if she went down there."Oh! Well that's perfect. I should get going I'm sure your new guest are eager to meet you, I'll be back at about...six o'clock. Be sure you two have already eaten by that time." She said anf finished the last sip of her coffee and left the UnStroten home."Yeah we will." Rain said and stood up watching Miss Smith leave. She turned her head and looked at Cloud "Well that was...mysterious. Why do you think she wants us to eat before six?" She asked cleaning up and taking the dishes to the kitchen and cleaned them up. "I'm actually kind of nervous about this, I mean having strangers living with us. I know we get paid for being apart of the program and Mom and Dad were all to eager to sign up even though they're not here." She mumbled. "What are your thoughts big brother?" She asked. Cloud tapped his chin at his sisters questions, he had no idea what their guests were, but there was some really weird requests in the room prep. "I had to remove all east and west facing windows, and set up the room with additional sound proofing." He gave a shrug. The sound proofing was kind of odd, but the window request was the thing that really stuck out for him. Upstairs he had an east facing balcony out of his room that let him rise with the sun. It was a great view of the smaller more rural town that they lived in.As for why they had to eat before the new set of exchange students got here. He had no idea. "They also requested all the mirrors downstairs be removed, so that is... awkward, and they only have one bed down there." He rolled his eyes, he had slept in the same room as his sister when they had been young, and even cuddled a few times back in those days, but these new monsters were supposed to be adults so why was there only one kingsized bed down there?"To be honest eating is pretty easy at the end of the day, so for now I'm just gonna forget about it. Mom and Dad aren't gonna be here, the suite is ready. I don't know about you but that screams mission complete to me." Rain blinked and thought on her brothers words briefly. She then smiled and nodded. They had gotten everything done in a very timely manner and they were both looking forward to these monsters. You re absolutely right! She said shutting the faucet off and drying her hands. How about we order something in? Hamburgers sound good to me! You ll do that while I have a quick shower she asked strolling past him but stopped. Rain spin around and have Cloud and big hug and told him how thankful she was he was so handy and doing this with her. No onion on my hamburger! She called out heading off to the shower. When she had hugged him, he immediately felt just how round and large her breasts were as they pressed into his body. He knew it was wrong to look at his sister on occasion but his little sister... was stacked.Firing up Uber eats, he quickly set up an order for one of favorite bars. The place did pick up for food orders, and maybe it was the fact that they had an honest to goodness flame grill, but their burgers were probably the best in town. With that set, and due to be delivered. He looked around the house for a moment, his sister was due to have her shower, meaning he was left alone to his own devices at the moment.Chewing over his thoughts for a moment, he pulled up a different app on his phone. He was an electrician he had wired most of the house. It had been a fixer upper when the family had moved in, and now that he was an adult he did projects every few months to increase the property value. One of the things he had wired was the house security system. It gave full view of pretty much every room in the house, excluding the bathroom... which was locked behind a password. Looking into the shower from the hidden camera, he could basically see everything his sister probably didn't want him to see. Leaning back in his seat he sighed. His sister... was probably too attractive, Rain would probably end up getting a boy friend. She wasn't something he could enjoy in closeness, only from a distance to admire her.at least that was how he thought about it. Rain grabbed her change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. She opened the shower door and turned the hot water on. She smiled and let it warm up while she stripped of her clothes. Rain knew that Cloud had installed a security system in the hose but didn t know about the bathroom cameras.So she removed her clothes and bra then panties. Her bra was a bit tight and pressed her breast together but the moment she removed it they bounced some. The panties she had were equally stretched across her ass pushing the seams near their limit. As she removed them they rolled up and she tossed them into her dirty clothes bin.With the water hot and her clothes off Rain stepped into the shower. 20 minutes later Rain stepped out of the shower her body continued to drink in the warmth the shower had left on her skin. She had also decided to wash her hair. With it wet and clinging to her back and shoulders she began to dry off.Rain choose to wear some black yoga shorts that were so tight on her skin they could ve been mistaken as body paint and her too with a tiedye colored cami that showed off her cleavage perfectly. She brushed her hair out and gently rubbed it with the towel so that it wasn t soaking and she pulled it into a messy top knot. She slid her slippers on and headed downstairs to join her brother. Cloud watched his sister strip through the cameras. He found his body heating slightly as he did, and started to gingerly remove his own clothing sitting back on the sofa, naked with just the tablet and his sisters voluptious body for company. He felt an odd sense of thrill, and fun, looking at her, massive chest he knew it was wrong to peep at her, but at the same time he couldn't help it. He enjoyed these moments too much to have stopped. He paused the camera on a frame where every curve of Rain's body was on display to him, and he put down the tablet, letting it sit upright in a holder so that he could watch her body as he began to stroke himself.He put his legs widely apart as his hands started to explore his cock, gently stroking himself at first, his left worked the shaft, while the right hand dipped lower and grabbed his balls, fondling himself and shivering. His eyes were locked on his sisters chest, the thought of what those breasts would feel like in his hands, what they would taste like. Any shame he had about these moments was long gone. Cloud spied on Rain a lot, it had gone from shameful secret, to guilty pleasure, to just completely shameless.The fear that he could ever be caught was long gone from him, gaining complacency. Heck sometimes he had risked being caught. It was why he didn't shut his door when he masturbated, or in this instance didn't even leave the living room. There was a window here, though no passerby could really look into it, he could still see people passing by. As the heat rised he moaned, not bothering to keep his voice down. Rain had never caught him before, and he had become complacent. Plus he was desperately trying to get caught, at this point wanting to see what would happen.He was shameless. His body curled under the tension, he couldn't release yet. His tongue seemed to drip out of his mouth as he panted heavily his lungs not able to catch his breath, as one minute rolled into two, his eyes closing as he retreated to fantasies, about his cock rubbing between his sisters large breasts, or even taking her her sweetly cute mouth his heart pounding in his chest. "Oh, gods, Rain, fuck.... me yes." He didn't keep his voice down as he hit the ten minute mark his fantasies were all the more lustful, his legs bucked in his seat, as the vision of his sister bouncing boyantly on top of his lap drove him insane with pleasure and lust.He wasn't paying attention to the clock. 20 minutes rolled around and he could hear the door upstairs open, he didn't care, he could hear the soft movement of his sisters feet, he didn't care, nore could he keep his lust filled words and moans in check, calling his sisters name, in a voice, that was very lusty, calling her names that she had probably only ever heard on lewd internet videos. "Rain, shake your ass for me." The tone came as a demand, not a request. "Lick up your brothers cock." He moaned unaware if she was near or even had entered the room, he let out one loud unavoidable moan, as he climaxed, his stomach becoming wet with heated seed, as his body crashed from the adrenaline and his mind returned slowly to reality, the high leaving him. He sat in his seat for a moment unmoving, opening his eyes, blinking at the image, wait did he fraze frame?His eyes slowly turned towards the door. Well he had finally gotten his wish. As she reached the bottom step rain could hear soft moans and slightly mumbled speaking, but she did hear her name being called out. So Rain headed into the living area."Hey...Cloud I'm finished with my shower and there's still plenty of hot water. If you want to you " Her voice dropped off as she moved around the couch to see her brother's face. She was greeted by the sight of his lower half completely naked and he was stroking himself vigorously. Her lips were parted as if she was going to speak but her brain wasn't forming any words. A high pitched yelp came from the bottom of her throat and she slammed her hands over her mouth and eyes and took a small step back."What the fuck are you doing?!" She squeaked and turned her body away from him halfway and she uncovered her eyes and turned to look at him and quickly looked away once more. Her face turned red as a ripe strawberry and she glanced down the table noticing the tablet in the holder. She watched the screen and then gasped snatching it up and saw the video playing on the screen."Th...th...that's ME?!?!?!" She screamed her hands shaking a bit and turned to Cloud the fact he was still naked from the waist down and holding his fully erect cock in his hand didn't phase her. She demanded to know why he was jacking off to a video of her and why was there even a video of her? When did he take it how did he manage it? Cloud's eyes wandered to his sister, realizing he had been caught. It was equal parts panic, and yet relief considering his desires were now out and open. He didn't have to continue to hide at least, but at the same time, he had no real way to convey this, and she was panic'd. She was very clearly freaking out about the video, and rightfully so he had violated her trust in it's making. He had known she would react badly which is why he had at first any way gone to great lengths to hide this exact thing from ever coming out.He stood up, and closed the strides between them. His hands grabbing her, and not so gently pushing his sister against the wall. His breath was ragged from having been toying with himself, apparently hard enough that small beads of sweat had lined his body. He was now close enough to rain that he could smell her shampoo. He was so close to her, and his hands grabbed her wrists as he held her against the wall. He realized that his sister was rather soft, and kinda weak.He didn't really need to explain when she calmed down she would realize that he had been the one to overhaul the security in the house and that was probably when he had installed the cameras in the bath. His eyes were looking at her, with a heavy lust and desire, a light red tinge had formed on the young mans face, he swallowed, and not so gently pressed his lips against hers, holding her, as his grip loosened and became more gentle. He kissed her passionately for a moment, his tongue slipping past his lips, and entering hers. Rain caught her brother s gaze their eyes locking. She couldn t quite read his emotions, his face was cryptic but clearly thinking. Was he thinking about her. She blinked watching him stand her hands lowering to her sides and she continued to hold the tablet in her left hand. When he started walking towards her she instinctively stepped back. Ah! She winced when he gripped her and then pressed her up against the wall. The tablet fell from her hand and she could hear it hit the floor. Her eyes were still intently focused on him. The beads of sweat rolling down his temples hie breath against her soft skin. Rain closed her eyes tuning her head away from him. C Cloud let go...let go you re starting to hurt me. She whispered slowly opening her eyes to meet his once more. She saw a look she had never seen before. Cloud? Her eyes grew wide when he pressed his lips against her hard. She moaned and wiggled against his grip trying to get free but he was much stronger than her. With his body pressed so close to her she could feel his erect cock pressing against the area just above her pussy. MMMMM She moaned shocked when she felt his tongue slide against her own. Ding Dong! The doorbell...On the other side awaited, the delivery man, Miss Smith, and two shadowy like figures wearing heavy black cloaks. The hood pulled up hiding their faces. That single moan, he had managed to pull from his twins throat, with his aggressive kiss had meant everything it was a sign to him at least that despite her protests he should keep going. When the kiss broke he was panting slightly his hands were shaking as he held her against the wall, he wanted to rip off his sisters clothing, and push her to the ground, take her here and now, and explain things later, and some part of his brain told him that she would at least partly be okay with that.Then the doorbell rang. He blinked, letting go of her, standing back. It was a small but much needed slap to reality he was still panting, naked, and with the lack of her body heat suddenly feeling very cold. "I'm gonna take a shower." he said softly, he smiled towards her. Picking up his clothing, and walking towards the upstairs. "Money is on the table for food."He left the tablet on the ground where it had fallen, the screen cracked, but it was still usable, for now he would just hide in the shower while she dealt with company. He would try and rethink his life, he ran the shower cold, and instantly regretted that feeling his muscles jolt with pain from the sudden shock of the water, his cock loosing it's erection almost on contact with the freezing waters.What the fuck am I thinking? Even when he released her Rain did not move. Her back to the wall she stared off into the distance trying to make sense of the situation that just happened. The second ring of the doorbell brought her out of her thoughts. Rain grabbed the money off of the table and went to the door. "Here you go!" She said forcing a smile and handed the money to the delivery man. She told him to keep the change then sent him on his way. With the food in her arms she stepped aside and bowed her head slightly to allow Miss Smith and the two cloaked figures into the home. "Please come on in." She said her smile still on her face. She couldn't show that something happened, that might ruin things for them.She closed the door behind them and then walked into the kitchen and set the food on the counter.Miss Smith smiled and looked around the living room. The sun was just starting to set and so she drew the curtains. This was one of the things that had been changed about the home. The curtains were now heavy, called blackout curtains so to not allow any light in or out when they were drawn. "Ah there we go!" She said and clapped her hands together as she spoke to the two in cloaks. "You can take those off now, I've closed all the curtains." She said and then turned to Rain with a big and confident smile."Rain, I'd like to introduce you to your charges. These are the Bishop siblings. The oldest here is Cheshire and her younger brother." She said as Miss Smith spoke the two figures removed their cloaks to reveal their faces to the young woman. Rain audibly gasped when she saw Cheshire. Her skin red, but the most striking and shocking feature was her horns.Cheshire smiled and laughed softly. She was expecting a reaction but the one she got was quite adorable. She was taller than Rain but just barely."It's nice to meet you Rain, but I thought there were 2 humans?" She said the last part of her sentence directed to Miss Smith."Ah yes there are! Where is Cloud?" Miss Smith asked looking to Rain who had begun to fix her plate of food before it got cold."Oh he's uh...having a shower...you'll see him once he gets out." She said and asked into the living room taking a seat on the couch and began to eat. "If you'll excuse me I'm super hungry!" Rain started to eat her meal. Cloud was quick to get into the water of the shower, his head was still spinning from the encounter, the fact that he had actually kissed his sister taken what he had thought was a long lasting crush and gone further with it than he had ever intended, and yet here he was. His cock was thick and hard, his body ached he had wanted to go at his sister in the heat of the moment, but the doorbell had stopped him from really pursuing or hurting her. Which was good, he loved Rain he really did, he didn't want to hurt her he had just been caught up in the moment.He wasn't exactly sure how he would deal with that now. The cold shower was helping him to ease his mind off of the more sexual aspects of his assault on her, but now he was left with the question of what he was supposed to do about it. Did he confront her later? she was bound to have questions, there was a muffled conversation going on outside of the bathroom, it sounded like their house guests had arrived.That was going to make everything extra awkward for sure, but it bought him time to work out how to talk to Rain like a resonable person.In the other room, the younger of the Bishop siblings pulled off his hood, and unlike his redskinned half sister he looked surprisingly more human, his eyes were dark, and he walked with a seeming grace, but oddly despite having been under a heavy cloak, and the sun almost set he looked ragged. His breath was heavy set, he looked almost dehydrated. When he opened his mouth two very noticiable fangs stuck out to his smile. "I am Christoper." He said his voice holding a strange foreign accent.Stepping inside the house, his eyes seemed to gleam as Rain set up her plate and moved to sit down. "You dropped your tablet." He said bending over to pick up the device that cloud had dropped, passing it to her, without looking at the screen that still displayed her naked body. As she sat down and started to eat you could see that there was something else in the forefront of her mind. Something other than making her new guest feel welcome. She turned her head towards Christopher and was surprised. Something about him immediately drew her in and gripped at something inside of her. She felt her cheeks getting hot from a blush and saw the tablet in his hand. She nodded and snatched the tablet from him turning it off and tucked it between the couch cushions. She felt embarrassed. Had he seen the image of her naked all wet and soapy?"Th thanks." She said averting her eyes to food on the plate and tried to eat but her little nibbling was doing an awful job of a smoke screen.Miss Smith raised a brow and removed her sunglasses and tucked them into the breast pocket of her jacket. She moved over to Rain and sat down with her whispering. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stay a bit longer?" She asked wondering if perhaps it was the siblings that was making Rain uncomfortable. Rain nodded and placed on a fake smile."Yes! It's just surprising to have a...a...uh...umm." She said biting her lower lip and glancing to Cheshire unsure what she was.Cheshire giggled and then smiled taking a seat. "I am a succubus, and Christopher is a vampire. Were half siblings on our father's side" She said with a big smile. "Do my horns bother you? I know a glamore that would make them invisible to your human eyes." She offered feeling the nervous energy that was radiating off of Rain.Rain took a breath and shook her head "No! No I wouldn't ask that of you. I do want you both to feel like this is home. I want you both to be comfortable. It's just Smith kept us in the dark as to what are house guest were is all, so it's surprising to see a red skinned horn...succubus." She said with a small nod. "Ah you don't have to worry about my sister." Christopher spoke softly but was now sitting next to Rain his chin propped up by a hand as he had moved to a seat next to her, his body rather close to her as his red eyes looked at her, as if reading every piece of information about her, it wasn't glaring, but the look he gave her was almost as if he was evaluating her life choices or very value of her soul. It wasn't that he was undressing her with his eyes, rather it was like she hadn't been wearing any clothes to begin with. "You should be much more worried about me love."He leaned in closer to Rain, his mouth opened as he looked at her neck, clearly the vampire was drawn to take a bite out of her, and for a moment it looked like he may force her off the couch, onto the ground, to force her into some lustivious position and with a bite he would drain her dry of every thought, secret, precious memory that she had.Then the agent sprayed him with a water bottle. Miss Smith told Christopher to get down before the water hit him and he hissed pulling away from rain and suddenly he was nine feet away from the group."This Rain is why i told you and your brother to eat before they got here. I realize we were running a touch early, but I suggest eating your meal, and getting your brother to do the same quickly.""Christopher is a bit of a problem child, they have been kicked out of two homestays already, one where cheshire seduced the husband of the family destroying a marriage of almost 30 years, and the other where Christopher ate a beloved family pet." Smith handed over a small jar of garlic butter. "Add this to your diet, and it will stop him from getting bitty, as for mis Cheshire... well part of your evaluation was to select a house which had no sexual tension, since you and your brother live alone we figured she would be safe with you since your all single." Rain followed Christopher's movements with her eyes and her lips parted ever so slightly when he came down next to her. His eyes took her in, drinking her consciousness into his. She knew she couldn't be drawn into him, she should be trying to eat her dinner but he was just so intriguing that she couldn't begin to tear her eyes away from him. Rain didn't even realize she was starting to lean closer into him.She blinked feeling some of the water on her cheek and shook her head.Did she just spray him like a cat?! Rain was shocked and watched as he practically jumped across the room to get away from her. "I...I..." She looked at Miss Smith then back to Christopher and frowned but did as she was told and took a big bite out of her burger but still had a quizzical look on her face directed towards Smith. She continued to force her self to eat her food as she listened to what she had to stay. The history behind the siblings."TWO?!" Rain choked back her food and stared wide eyed at Miss Smith. She took the jar from miss Smith and looked at the label and begun to piece it together, she had sprayed holy water at him. "Sexual tension." She mumbled softly and frowned internally knowing that was certainly in the house.Cheshire moaned and giggled at the story she had told to Rain. "Mmm well it was hardly my fault...she just wasn't being satisfied. It's shocking to me that he at one point did satisfy her, she was just so delicious...so much pent up frustration, unfulfilled desires and needs" Chesire's hand roamed over her body over the curves of her breast as she thought back to her first host "all I did was show her that life wasn't over in that sense." She smiled her eyes watching Rain intently."Right well I should be heading off now. You know how to get in touch with me if anything happens. Oh, and for Christopher, there is bagged blood downstairs already in that fridge" Miss Smith said and placed the spray bottle of Holy water next to Rain and left the house. And then Rain was alone with a vampire who was clearly hungry and a sex demon who would surely get excited the moment she laid eyes on Cloud.This is gonna be a long night. "Oh great, plasma." Christopher rolled his eyes at the mention of bagged blood, plasma the scientifically grown, treated and sterile stuff he was stuck drinking. Hardly what he would call a diet substitute for the attractive, well endowed blood bank of a lady who was currently eating her burger. He wanted a taste of her, but with the garlic butter, and holy water on display it was unlikely that he would get anything out of her. Which was a shame, she was cute after all."Well than we may as well get to know the house where we will be staying." Christopher said walking around now that he was stuck here with this host family. The night was young, and he kinda wanted to go for a stroll. He looked out the window and sighed. The small town was disappointing. A city would have had more street life, more places to go during the night, more people to meet out in the world. Here he was pretty sure everyone was in bed by nine or something.Elsewhere in the house Cloud was winding his shower down, he had worked out some of his sexual frustrations for the moment and the cold shower had helped him to organised his thoughts, he would work out how to talk to rain later, for now he was actually starting to get a bit too cold, and his head while still kinda messed up, felt better. Stepping out of the shower he started to use a towel on his body to get more dry, and a bit warmer. "Yes absolutely!" Rain stood up and took the napkin wiping her mouth and fingers off. She grabbed her plate and looked down at her half eaten burger. She shook her head and stepped into the kitchen and tossed it into the trash can. She then returned to the living room and saw that they were both waiting for her. "Well let's get started. Living room, kitchen, out that way is the patio and backyard. It's quite lovely, some evenings you can even see the moon and stars very clearly." She said with a warm smile. She then beckoned for them to follow her down the hallway that leads to their suite.She should've been paying closer attention but when she turned around it was only her and Christopher. "Oh uh...where did your sister go?" She asked Cheshire knew that her brother was just dying to get little miss Rain all alone and since she had walked into the door she could smell the delicious scent of her next meal. He was upstairs, and she couldn't possibly know exactly what happened between the siblings, but something had happened and she knew her next meal wasn't far away. She found her way to the bathroom and silently slipped inside. She smiled to her self and locked the door."I can warm you up." She said her voice silky as she sauntered over to the naked and dripping wet Cloud. "Here let me get your back." She said taking the towel from his and pressed it and then her body to his back. "I like your home, it's facing south." that meant that all the windows faced south or north, and there was no chance of the vampire accidently gettng badly burned if he found himself walking around the home in daylight hours. He smiled at her, showing his teeth, but she had just eaten and it was very off putting a smell. Even so he could feel her blood pumping in her body, She was more stable now, but something had definitely happened here.When she asked about his sister he blinked for a moment noticing that the larger demon was gone he nodded. "No clue, probably off to meet your brother by the smell of things. Hey you seem very pent up."He moved closer to her, his hand gently touching near her neck, a grip cold as ice touched her, giving her a soft shock. "Something happened between you and your brother before we got here didn't it?" He leaned in closer to her, a passing comment to test the waters. "Your pulse was elevated, your body sweaty even fresh from the shower. You were wet, aroused even weren't you." His eyes looking into hers seeking out the truth. "You can tell me anything Rain, you can trust me to take your secrets with me to my coffin." Cloud didn't even hear the door open but he heard it lock, he saw her body, the red demoness walking closer to him, she had him at a complete disadvantage. He panicked for a moment moving a hand to cover his cock, he had just got that to stop being erect, and now just from the female prescience sure enough it was almost back up to full again. "Hi, um who are you?" He asked as she got his back, he fell slightly back into her arms, it felt so good to be touched for a moment, she smelled oddly flowery to him. He smiled at her, he felt like there was a haze over his mind for a moment as he looked at her."You can warm me?" He said his eyes aglow with lust he looked over her chest for a moment. "But, i thought... isn't it taboo for a monster to touch a human? I thought... society wouldn't allow that." He said softly. "Society never allows me anything that I really want." Rain took a small step back but had nowhere to escape. The hallway was narrow just barely allowing the two of them and with her back to the basement door she couldn't run without brushing against Christopher. She took a small shallow breath and looked up at him. His cold touch sent a shiver down her body all the way to her toes. Slowly Rain lifted her eyes too meet that of the vampires.Forcing her self to swallow the dry lump in her throat she bit the inside of her cheek and folded her hands tapping a finger against her knuckles.What the fuck? How..how can he know all of that? She slowly nodded to answer his question. "Yeah something did happen but it's...it's..." She looked away from him wondering how to finish that sentence. What had happened definitely wasn't okay, but what was it. What did happen? Her eyes once more found his and she gave a soft nod. "I don't really know what to say. It was a very awkward situation." She sighed Cheshire smiled when he leaned into her. Just from that she could tell he would surely satisfy her "My name is Cheshire, my brother and I are your house guest." She said with a smile and began to move down his body with the towel. "I can, but only if you allow me to." She said. The air in the room was so thick and now that Cheshire was there a particular smell had begun to fill Cloud's nostril's. You could call it a pheromone, it made her prey very susceptible to suggestion and also lowered their morals pushing them towards their deepest desires.Now on her knees in front of him she smiled seeing his cock was thick but not yet fully erect. "Oh...well I suppose you're right. Miss Smith did tell me repeatedly that I shouldn't touch you, but no one will know unless you intend to tell. But think about it...if you tell then both of us would be in a lot of trouble." She smiled her hand letting go of the towel and her fingers traced against his shaft from base to tip. Christopher smiled, his had a strange glow to them, as his hand touched her chin, lifting Rain's face. He forced her eyes to meet him, as he touched her. He moved closer for a moment. There was something kind and gentle to those eyes, caring, and yet twisted, for those of weaker will, and especially those of the opposite gender they found it easy to fall into his eyes. "But you were aroused weren't you? You can tell me love, there's nothing to be ashamed of." He said softly. His lips were so close to hers, however he didn't touch her, in fact his nose was twitching, the man in front of her wasn't breathing.He gently pushed her back against the wall. His hand so cold to the touch traveled down her neck. He touched her shoulder. "We're friends right? You can tell me what's got you bothered, did he hurt you? Or did he excite you?" Cloud took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, he felt her hand, her fingers lightly brushing his cock, he breathed in something sweet maybe it was just part of her natural scent but he found it kinda intoxicating, however as she touched the tip of his cock his hand went down to grab her wrist, pulling her hand back away from her. "It's a pleasure to meet you cheshire." He said with a soft shiver."There is a voice in my head, saying to go for it, but my heart, my desires, they are going crazy for another woman." He said with a soft sigh his eyes opening back up as he felt a bit dizzy, he wobbled for a moment pulling away from cheshire. He leaned on the wall for a moment a hand moving to his forehead as he felt a bit sickly, that scent, whatever she was putting it out, it had reminded of him of his deepest desires, and that wasn't her."You're cute, cheshire, but I want Rain, and I don't think I can make that happen without forcing myself on her... but you could." He smiled for a moment. "Your a succubus right? that makes you partly a demon... so what if I asked you for a deal?" Cheshire's hands slid off of Cloud. Her feelings slightly hurt at his words. Oh my. She sighed standing then stepping back from him. She decided taking a seat on the small bench, and placing some space between them was a good idea. She had her arms outstretched on the bench leaning her weight on them. Well......I suppose that, Smith was correct in putting me here. She whined her eyes starting to focus on Cloud. She tilted her head to the left and raised a brow as he spoke. She couldn t help herself as she began to giggle. Oh I now understand what you meant about society. She closed her eyes and inhaled then exhaled Yes you re correct I can make deals, but why should I? She asked him. No Cloud would never...hurt Her sentence drifted off as she focused her eyes on his.What..what is this feeling? I....yeah I guess I kinda am. She whispered softly. She moaned as his hands traced down her body leaving a cold and exciting sweat as they did. Cloud was...jerking off and spying on me when I was in the shower. I simply don t understand why...why he would do that. She said softly. Cloud let out a sigh as he closed his eyes for a moment thinking it over. What could he offer the demon in return for what he wanted. She had a point she had no real incentive to help him if she wasn't getting anything out of it she was a creature that lived off sexual desires and frustrations. She would probably get far more energy and amusement out of the two of them if they didn't do anything and he just wound himself up each night like he had been. There as also a fog running through his head that made it a lot harder to think when he dealt with her."Um." He paused for a moment trying to think, did she want his soul? He had just said that he wanted his sister to be his first so his virginity was absolutely out of the question, he chewed it over for a moment. If he touched her wouldn't he be breaking some sort of law? Still the only thing he could really offer was his body and vitality so he decided that he just sort of had to run with what he had.There was however the moral implication, did making a deal with a demon to have sex with another person count as mind control or rape? Wouldn't he be hurting Rain by doing this... well technically he had already hurt her so much that she was probably gonna leave the house and never look back. There was that fear, what if Rain left him, and what kind of power would the succubus hold over her? Was his desires really worth getting Rain caught up in his own deal with this actual devil? "If You were to help me... I suppose I would be in your debt, but I don't want to hurt Rain.""If you can help me to have her... than I would offer myself? that is why you snuck into the shower right? you wanted to play off my sexual desires for food? But, as I am right now, my desires and all that they are pretty toxic, isn't that the equivalent of fast food, a lot of men have pent up sexual tensions towards the women in her life, you don't want the mcdonalds hamburger of sexual desires do you?" He figured it out the way to compare it as he folded his arms. "But an actual taboo relationship, one frowned upon and hidden, one that would if found out cost us our homes, our jobs and any exterior friends that we had. That kinda taboo stuff is like gourmet you can't find that outside of a hentai can you? It's loving, but toxic imagine the spice of an actual brother sister threesome, and if we bring your brother into that fold? You'd have food for the rest of your life, and of course the goverment would never be allowed to know right? cause if they find out about us, than you and your brother would also probably get separated, but help me cover it all up and you'd get all the vitality, secrets, and lustful desires you ever dreamed." Chris balked at the explination breaking eye contact as he had to laugh a bit finding the idea of a brother sister relationship kinda weird, but what was more there was suddenly a very dangerous situation in this house. His own sister was a creature of sexual desires, she could influence perverts and she had left her alone with one who was apparently willing to rig the shower with cameras and then jerk off to it in plain sight. "We should go collect my sister and your brother so we can continue the tour, don't want to have to show them everything twice right?""And we should probably go and save my sister from herself." It wasn't like he could feast on the girls blood, but this entire conversation did have one big problem, Rains large breasts, the man could totally understand why anyone would want to do that. But he didn't really want to explain it. He always felt a touch squeamish around sex, just like his sister was often off put by the sight of blood. Cheshire tilted her head to the side and watched Cloud for a bit longer. He wasn't wrong quick meals weren't as satisfying and had been the reason she and Chris had been moved around so much. She stood and stepped over to Cloud. She placed her hand against his cheek and stole a kiss. "What you're asking won't be easy darling. I'll have to think it over." She smiled and kissed him once more before going to the door.Rain felt the haze fading from her mind and she nodded. "Sure...yeah okay." She said and stepped away from him. She paused but headed towards the bathroom. As she raised her hand to knock the door swung open and before her stood Cheshire and just past her she could see Cloud with a towel just covering him.She unlocked the door and was surprised to see Rain with her hand raised ready to knock. Her eyes cut over to her brother and she smirked stepping around Rain and glanced back at Cloud once more."So what's up? I didn't miss to much of the tour did I?" She asked trying to play innocent knowing it would never fool Chris.Rain blushed and glanced away taking a step back to allow Cheshire through."We...we were just about to finish the tour and didn't want you to miss the last part, you're room." She said and looked down folding her hands in front of her. "Great let's go see our room." Chris said reaching out and grabbing cheshire by her ear. He moved to pull her away from the mortals, and head back towards the basement. "I thank you for your hospitality and inviting us in, I'll take my sister downstairs for a few hours."The two of them had just gotten into this house, and both of them had already broken a few rules, his sister though apparently more than the latter as he dragged her away from the humans by the ear. Leaving cloud who was just wearing a towel dripping on the ground. With his sister whom the two of them apparently had a few issues of their own to sort. Once the two of them were again secured into the basement with the door closed Chris groaned."Great another family with a fucked up dynamic." He said rubbing the bridge of his nose. He knew this wasn't really his sisters fault she was just an addict same as him. The two craved different things but it would be difficult for them to live here around two hormonal human blood bags. "We should just call it in, go back." He said with a soft sigh.Cloud looked to his sister, and stepped out of the bathroom going towards his room to find fresh clothing for the day ahead of them. "Well this was fun, these two seem rather delightful." He said with a small smile. His interactions with Cheshire had been rather fun in his opinion, plus there was now a demon he was selling well... he wasn't sure what he was selling to her. "Of nothing else they should make things lively, what do you think?" She yelped as her brother grabbed her ear very hard and proceeded to drag her away from their gracious host family. Every few feet she was stumbling over her own but once in the basement and released she whimpered and rubbed her ear looking over to her younger brother. Cheshire didn t answer him right away. Instead she took a step back and looked about the basement. It was the nicest room they had stayed in since coming to the mortal realm. She walked over to the area that had where they would sleep, her s and Cris right next to each other. You re overreacting. Nothing happened between Cloud and I. Looking her brother directly in the eyes he would be able to see she was speaking the truth. He s in love with his sister, and actually refused me. ME! She pointed to her self sighing. Her arm wrapped around the bed post and she rested her cheek on it and smiled. He s unlike any man I ve come across since arriving, and I m not going to go back home. Not yet! She said and slid down sitting on the bed. Father would be incredibly disappointed if we were to come back so quickly as well. She added and looked over to him. Tell me little brother, did you do something to Rain? She asked smiling her fangs poking at her bottom lip as she did. Rain averted her eyes away from her brother and the siblings. She looked to Cris when he spoke and simply nodded as he dragged his sister away in the same manner an angry mother would do.With them alone once again Rain s heart began to beat harder and faster in her chest.She curled a hand around her shirt just over her left breast and held on to the fabric. I...I guess so. She said confused at his tone. What she had expected of him was unclear but she didn t know how to conduct herself either. How does one go about speaking to their big brother after what she had seen. She looked Cloud over and it appeared to her he had no intention of addressing what he had done so she simply stayed silent over the matter. She tossed her thumb over her shoulder and took a deeply shaky breath. I m just gonna be outside in the garden if you need me. With those words she hurried off down the stairs out the back door Chris rolled his eyes. "No she smelled horrible and so I couldn't sink my fangs into her." He wouldn't lie he had wanted too, he supposed he was stuck drinking plasma, and hearing his sister get rejected he laughed for a moment. there was a joke that was a bit mean on his lips, like 'oh another man with standards'. But he wouldn't exactly call her out on that. He tried not to blame his sister for being a succubus, it had ruined their parents marriage but he knew that Cheshire had always meant well.So the human was attracted to his sister, that was odd. He glanced over to his sister for a moment, their room made their beds so close to one another. Other than that though this really was the nicest house the two of them had ever been given since they had arrived on earth. It was a bit hard to admit but his sister had a point they couldn't go home just yet, and this place really wasn't that bad."Okay we will stay. The mortals are a curious pair, but they do seem obsessed with each other. Still the sister has the blood of a virgin, and that shit... is strong." He licked his lips. "It's a shame that she's got such a strong perfume on. Ruins the taste." That was actually one of the reasons he rejected his sister, she hadn't come to him first, and while he wouldn't tell her that it hurt him a bit in a weird way. So it wasn't like he couldn't relate to what Rain and Cloud were going through. Chris looked at Rain as she started to walk away from him, and paused for a moment did he want to talk to her? Probably they had a lot they could talk about for sure. He retreated to his room and got dressed putting on a shirt, and some shorts, as he then walked outside. By now Rain was doing her work in the gardens, and he walked outside to join her.What was he supposed to say? He had been caught red handed with his hand on his dick and video of her. He had probably broken their trust and revealed some of his worst initial desires out into the world. He stood there awkwardly for a moment, and sighed. "Do you want to talk?" He said knowing that there wasn't exactly an easy way to talk about anything that he had done right now.Standing outside in the setting sun at least the two of them didn't have to worry about the demons. "You're mad at me right, you have every right to be, I can answer your questions." The garden was the one place Rain had always loved more than anything. Their mother had lived in England for her teen years an into her twenties. She had fallen in love with English gardens and had quite the green thumb. Flowers of all kinds surrounded a round wooden swing that hung from the strong branches of oak tree, it had been there since before her family moved into the home and would stay long after they were gone. Rain was lying in the center, just enjoying the motion letting it calm her down and take away her worries and stress. It was working, until Cloud came out. I should be...right? She asked looking up at him for a brief moment and then took a deep breath and turned away. You put cameras in our bathroom and have been recording me! That s so wrong, and then....then you re.... Rain couldn t even get the word out of her mouth for a moment. What you were doing is so majorly fucked up Cloud! I m your sister! As she spoke Rain had gotten off the swing and was moving closer to Cloud, yelling at him. I want to know why. TELL ME WHY YOU DID IT! Cheshire nodded as she listened to his words. Ah yeah she had just eaten, but it ll wear off soon enough, trust me. That girl s mind is way to chaotic to remember she has to continue to eat garlic as Smith instructed. Cloud for his part just winced as the yelling started trying to slink away a bit. His face was a mix of shame and embarrassment fitting for someone who had just fucked their lives up by being unable to hide anymore. He remembered his fantasies of getting caught that brought him to the point of being so careless, and he sighed knowing full well he deserved to be cut out of the house completely. As she yelled at him he was worried the neighbors would hear. His tongue felt very heavy in his mouth. He had destroyed all the trust in their relationship in a single day. Nothing left to do but come clean."Because I never knew how to talk with you about the problems I was having." He sighed scratching his head for a moment. This was about to get weird fast. "Truth is I used to lie in bed at night thinking about you, how your body would feel next to mine, how you looked with messy bed head, what our life would be like if we went somewhere no one knew us and I could ask you out on a date.""It started when we were younger but it also became a lot less innocent as we grew up, and when mom and dad left us you became my only real anchor to the world. It got to the point where I felt like if I didn't find someway to deal with myself I was gonna act out some crazy crime of lust." "Oh yeah this family is great entertainment." He had to laugh a little. Given the context of all he had just learned. "So these two are basically perfect teases for the two of us... if they don't kill each other tonight." He sat down on his coffin for a moment."Suns down, wanna go see the town?" Cheshire nodded and went to her bag grabbing her jacket and purse. Yeah that sounds great actually. She said and went upstairs.Rain listened with out interrupting her brother as he tried to explain his reason, why he did it. Pressing her tongue to her cheek and biting her lip all she could do was stay silent. Well you did. She said flatly her eyes locked squarely on him. Rain folded her arms so that she was holding herself. I just...I just don t know what to say to you Cloud, I don t even want to be near you. She said and turned away. She froze as if she was going to say more but didn t and headed inside instead running into the siblings. Oh sorry...are you going somewhere? She asked Oh well actually we wanted to explore the town and we need an escort right, why don t you join us? Cheshire asked with a smile that clearly said more. Rain thought for a brief moment and then nodded Let me just grab my purse. I ll be right back. She said and went up the stairs to get it. Cheshire glanced over to her brother and smiled I promise that this is going to be worth us staying. She assured him and then Rain came back down. Should we let Cloud know were leaving? Cheshire asked rather smug. Let s just go. Rain said hurrying out the front door.

['Smith', 'Unstroten']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/96471/

Do you know how I got these scars? (Jester x Superheroine)

The night in Gotham was cold, windy and snowy. It was the beginning of winter and Christmas was just around the corner. Though for many cops and heroes, this Christmas was about to be a long one. The police station was buzzing about a bank robber who had been brought into the station and how his face resembled something of a monster you would find in a horror movie, painted up and almost disfigured due to two cuts on the side of his face and a permanent scar on his neck where a rope caressed it. Like the man went mad and tried to kill himself and when he failed decided to rob a bank full of mafia figures. But the kicker was he surrendered as soon as the cops got there and requested a meeting with a lieutenant in their precinct.The man himself went by a code name, one called Wardaddy and as the name suggested he seemed to know his way around knives and a gun giving the military like shooting he did at the bank to take out the guard who tried to be a hero. But the fact was that he wanted to be captured, to be brought here and what baffled the cops is why the six foot six, obviously trained man hadn't broken into the vault nor did he put up a fight. He just asked to be brought he after killing the guard and asked for a certain cop. So as the cop came in, her expression blank and almost unamused being woken up from her slumber. His head slowly turned and he started to speak in a slow manner with a manic Italian accent." A woman always speaks about not being capable of raping someone and yet with the right tools, they can do it and with the current climate get away with it." The lieutenant sat on the other end of the table and mumble about dealing with another erratic psychopath and yet he knew to be erratic, that meant he would have to be crazy and stupid.As he looked at her, Wardaddy remembered everything. the taunting and the laughter. the way she acted as she sent the pictures to his girlfriend. She was now a part of the reason that his Ex was being laughed at because she made a comment that she really was unneeded. Schoolgirl had no real villain and it kept her the laughing stock. He came back because she needed to know he cared, he was willing to give his life if it meant that in the end she was validated by him becoming her devil and her arch nemesis. It's why he chose her friend, to get her involved so that he could be that baddy she hated and hopefully defeated, he wouldn't let any other hero do it. That and he wanted revenge over the bitch that ruined his life and drove him mad. It's why he was about to prove how calculated and militarily trained he was on a bitch that deserved to die for her sake." I got you here right?" He asked with a grin, the woman raising her head and tensing when she noticed that he had heard her and asked what he meant." Well.... you aren't very bright. For me to be erratic, I would have to be crazy and quite the idiot. But I got you in the same room as me and soon... a guard I paid off is going to come in and I am going to shoot you in the fucking face for ruining my life." The woman seemed intrigued, asking him who he seemed to think she was and kind of prying with a stern tone, the anxiety building as her fears started to be realized about this man being thought dead for years." The thing is Lieutenant, everyone has his or her price. Threaten their children or pay them and well.... they bend easy." A man came into the room, unlocking his cuffs and handing him a pistol as he chuckled." Franky..... do you love this tight pussy Franky. Better get us pregnant and our parents grandchildren or your girlfriend will hear about this!" This made the woman go pale as he laughed, unloading the clip into the girl as his men stormed the building and started shooting it out with the police, the man walking out the back door after cleaning the gun and throwing it aside." Now the fun begins, now the laughter stops. Wardaddy is home." He laughed as he walked away from the now smoking precinct, ready to create more chaos to help a fallen angel. School Girl was a local crime fighter but she was never taken serious. She did not have super powers like others in this world, nor did she have the money to be some high tech gear head. She did not even wear armor, so she had to learn different ways to get what she wanted and to protect herself. That was the reason for the skimpy costume, it offered her an advantage. She was a young, beautiful girl willing to do anything for information. When word of this got out, she became a joke and was degraded by all. She was strong enough to live with it, but it bothered her. She wanted to be taken serious but was not sure how. She needed to make a contact within the Pearl Bay Police Department so she could gain inside information but still had. It figured out just who.When news broke of a gun fight, she was quick to action. Watching from a bear by roof top, she could see a stand off taking place. Perfect, she could handle this herself. She had bought some black market items to help her, stripping did pay really well and some clients got a little more dog the resting price. Her ultimate goal was to be the new Knight Rider, who was her idol. Using a make shift grappling gun, she swung across to the street to the police department and slowly climbed down the building side like it was a rock cliff. That was another skill she learned by payment with her body. Finding what gun men were still standing, she used a flash light on her utility belt to bust a window open. She crawled inside and made her way toward the fight.She was not a ninja, seeking around in the shadows was not an option for her. Luckily, she was very sexy and men could be easily seduced. Taking a deep breath, the very intelligent young lady stepped around the corner her act beginning. Like, give it up already She said purposely sounding like an air headed bimbo so they would believe she was a push over. At this point, she could be their ticket out of here. Come on guys, put your guns down for me and I ll give you a little surprise she teased them as her left hand seductively slid up her waist, unbuttoning the bottom button and then moving to the next. Her firm belly button and chandelier belly button charm coming into view. She was a very skilled fighter, maybe more so than Knight Rider but her sexuality gave her an advantage. The men had stayed behind to make a point. To show how bad this clown really was and that win turn would give High School girl a real opponent and not someone that the press could write off as a joke. So as the last cop dropped to the floor, the men turned to the girl and blushed seeing a high school uniformed hero show up and act all slutty in front of them. Some of the men left due to not being interested, but a lot of them stayed and grinned at how she seemed to want to put out for criminals so easily. Hell, this would be a bonus for the job if the boss got them out of jail afterwards like he has in the past. So the men dropped their guns and grinned as they went up to the woman puling out their thick meaty cocks." Well, motivate us into surrendering little lady, cause right now I am still ready to fight due to all the tension." The men chuckled, surrounding school girl and stroking their cocks waiting for the pleasure to begin.Wardaddy was oblivious of this happening though. Part of him wouldn't care because his name needed to get out and yet part of him would very much be killing the men for trying to take advantage of the one he was once madly in love with. Part of him still was and yet the madness kept the flame just a spark. It was something likely to roar to life later and yet he didn't feel it right now as he started to load pistol magazines and a drum for his tommy gun while he waited for his men at their hideout, hoping that they weren't giving into her charm and using her like some of the criminals he killed joked about. The man was possessive, he would kill anyone that touched her even if it was a stupid thing due to her not even dating him anymore." Where the fuck are they?" He asked, pondering for a moment with his wild eyes looking at a normal version of him that had long died and school girl before she was the woman she was today." You don't have to give yourself to random criminals, just love me." He growled, tears falling down his face as he picked up the photo and threw it into the wall, screaming as he sat down, loaded his homson machine gun and charged a round into it." Love me.... like I still loved you!" School Girl watched as they all did exactly what she wanted, laying their guns down and even pulling out their cocks. This was going to be way too easy she thought to herself as they begin to surround her. Alright, now you gotta do me another favor if you want me to do anything for you she giggled while she quit unbuttoning her shirt. You boys need to kiss each other for me she laughed, watching as she caught them off guard for a moment before she attacked. A quick kick to one of their balls, before punching another across the face and then spin kicking a couple of them. She was well trained, able to with stand fighting a group of guys like this.When it was all said and done, she looked around at all of the gun men laying at her feet. I hope you all liked your surprise she giggled as the last one awake groaned a little but was kicked hard across the face for his troubles. When she was done, School Girl yelled out to the police. There all down guys, you can come out of hiding now she laughed as she buttoned her shirt back up. Maybe now they would take her a bit more serious, not make her the laughing stock of the heroine community. Wardaddy seemed to have a feeling that they had tried to take her when he saw that the men he hired were all taken out of the shot up precinct on the news the next day. Obviously a recording, but they had blood on their crotches from what he thought to be a kick in the nuts. The woman he loved coming out of the building taking all the doubt away and making him scream in infuriation and the men that tried to take what wasn't theirs. He grabbed the trench coat he wore and spoke in a manic manner." Don't send goons to do a villains job!"Three ours later he left an envelope on the steps of the local news station, the message from Wardaddy to the woman that had been the laughing stock of the city. Even when the editor watched it he couldn't believe someone that shot up the police station would be calling out such a joke of a super heroine and yet he was witnessing it before him as he went pale taking it to his boss and showed it's contents. Wardaddy had left a message for School Girl. The boss smiled and mumbled that it would be a fitting kick in the ass for a under qualified heroine and that he couldn't wait to write on her death. He had heard things about this Wardaddy, things from other towns that had seen an influx in crime over him." Play it."At eight in the evening people turned on the news to find a menacing figure, the news anchors warning that this footage was disturbing and to let their kids watch at their own risk. But the painted man seemed to hum and sway his head back and forth, another woman before him as he sat in the chair the woman saying that she was sorry in a broken tone and almost choking on those words." Sorry.... why are you sorry?" He asked in a manic manner before slamming the butt of the gun into her face, the woman groaning in pain as she spoke once more." For my sins, the betrayal in my life that I have caused." Her head hung as he smashed the butt of the pistol into her head once more before turning the woman in her chair to face the camera. He grabbed the womans hair and made her look into the camera." Look at you.... A pathetic whore that doesn't really treat her friends well. Do you have any shame?" The woman sobbed and nodded, looking up at the man as if she knew him." I'm so..." Before she could finish he put the gun to her head and blew out her brains, , pushing the woman out of the chair and sitting down." So School girl.... they say you are a joke around here. I tend to agree." He grinned and pointed his gun at the body, firing a few more times with a smile on his face knowing he had killed one of her best friends." I think you are a joke, because you don't have anyone that actually gives a fuck about you. You are alone and I am going to prove it to you by showing you who your friends are in the inside. I will make them sing!" He started to laugh after this, the video cutting out and Wardaddy wondering if she even watched the broadcast."

['Wardaddy']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9655/

Morphed Umbreon (Gwath Canta&lightJaosn)

It was had been a long day for Locke and his Eevee. The first time that Locke gotten Eevee he let her hold on to a soothe bell so he could have his Eevee evolve into a Umbreon. He train Eevee hard, but still gave her the time to relax and even let her out of her pokeball. Night had came and Locke Had start to set up camp for some time of rest. Locke had taken off his black with the picture of a pokeball on the front, blue jean jacket, and his black shirt leaving him in only his blue jean pants. "Well time to check on Meowth and see what she if she holding something." he said to himself then he released his Moewth out. "Hey there girl what you got there?" he asked his Meowth as she hand him a black rare candy. "Alright a rare candy!" he said returning Meowth back to her ball, then Locke let out his Eevee. "Hey Eevee I got a treat for you." he said holding out the black rare candy not really caring about it color. None

['Meowth']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9657/

Witness Protection~me and Chiechan

"Well, home sweet home." said Mikua, unlocking the door to her apartment and swinging it open, stepping in and giving the shy girl behind her a chance to enter."It's not much....." she said, laughing nervously, worried that the girl wouldn't like the place. It was kind of messy, but Mikura did her best to spruce it up a bit in preparation for this girls arrival. This girl had witnessed some gang lord murder a rival, so Mikuras organization was charged with keeping her safe until trial. Mikura, excited about a roommated, excitedly volunteered. http: sasuke.s206.xrea.com room img 0710shiho02.jpgSannomiya Shiho walked into the house and looked around. She smiled at the woman. "Very homey...very nice. However, are you sure it's okay that I stay with you? I feel bad about taking up space here."She slowly sat down on a cushiony chair. "I realize you must be used to living alone...and I understand personal space. You really don't mind? And..um..I need to ask, what shall I do for food during this time? I obviously can't go shopping, right?" "Oh, I don't mind at all. I'm actually glad to have a new roommate." Mikura replied, smiling cheerfully."Oh food...........Well, yea, it's best for you to stay here, so whenever you get hungry, I could just call in some delivery food, or run out and pick us up some stuff. If you're hungry now, I got some pizza in the fridge. It's cold, but nothing my trust microwave can't fix." she added, still smiling as she plopped down onto the couch next to the chair her new charge was sitting in. OOC: Sorry for being gone so long...I hope you will continue rping with meShiho listened softly and carefully but nodded. "Okay...I understand." She watched the girl's face as she began to watch tv. Shiho had spent her life watching other people's face and learning about them just by looking into their eyes, but for some reason Mikura's eyes were much more interesting and very captivating. "Huh? I got something on my face?" Mikura asked when she noticed Shiho staring, leaning forward a bit. Since she was wearing a loose fitting button up shirt rather than her skin tight battle suit, she failed to realize she was now giving Shiho a good view down her shirt, at her fairly big, perky breasts. When Shiho looked down to avert her eyes from the girl's cute face, she found her eyes looking straight at the very very lovely cleavage. Her face went bright red as she felt her body steam up from the lovely site. She panicked a little and said. "No..no...everything's ok..I'm..um...just tired...that's all." "Oh, alright. I only have one bedroom though. But, you're welcome to sleep on my bed. I don't mind taking the couch." Mikura replied, smiling sweetly as she still stayed bent over a bit. Shiho shook her hands "No..no..no...I couldn't...um..do that." She bowed. "Please...at least maybe we could share the bed...rather than make you sleep on the couch..." She soon lost all words as she saw the girl bend over more...she could almost see her nipples...and her face was beat red.... "Sure, I don't mind that...........You got a fever or something?" Mikura replied as she fully bent over the arm of the couch to get a closer look at Shiho and her strangely red face. She failed to realize it was from embarassment due to Mikura herself possessing very little modesty. She was hot, and she knew it. If she needed to show something..........or do something, with her sexy body, she'd do it. Shiho moaned and soon...she had to run off as her nose began to bleed. Not a good first impression with such a pretty woman, but Shiho had never been so...touched...before... She soon managed to stem the bleeding but was more worried about what the lady thought of her now. "You alright?" Mikura asked as she came into the bathroom behind Shiho, gently placing her hands on her shoulders, breasts lightly pressed against her back. Shiho blushed and nodded. "Yes...yes..Fine. Sorry about that..very sorry..." She found her eyes slowly drawn back to the girl's cleavage...her eyes softening as she did. "Hey, no need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." Mikura replied, smiling gently before she followed Shihos gaze and saw where her eyes were locked."Wanna see em?" she casually asked, still smiling. Showing of her perfect breasts...........yea, she never had a problem doing that. Shiho went pink all over...however, she was a simple girl...and driven by desires like many others. Seeing the breasts, took away her self control and she leaned over suddenly and softly grabbed a breast and began to suckle it needfully..not even noticing she hadn't really been given permission. Mikura was certainly surprised, but really didn't seem to mind the girl trying to devour her large rack through her shirt."Heh, might taste better if my shirt wasn't in the way......." she said with a giggle, lightly tapping Shiho on the shoulder as she looked down at the.........hungry girl. Shiho blushed and moved back. "Please....um..may I? I...need you so much.." She whispered hotly.Already her pussy was dripping with need, cum starting to drip on to the floor from out of her panties. "Uh........ok....." Mikura replied, quite confused by the girls sudden hornyness. Stepping back, she unbuttoned her shirt, freeing her breasts. Having been straining against the fabric, the lucious orbs bounced as she freed them. Shiho softly took a breast in her small hands and gently began to suckle lovingly on it...holding it deep in her mouth and making gentle love to it with with her lips and tongue. She wouldn't let this chance get by to not feel this girl's body next to hers. Mikura moaned softly as the girl went town on her breast, doing quite well. Only time someone had ever worked her breasts these good was years ago when she was disabled and given to two thugs for an hours long gang rape. At least, that's how it started out. Mikura resisted it at first, but boy, did she ever get into later on, when they double teamed her. Best lay of her life. Shiho wanted her lover to cum for her..and to say she loved her. Shiho had always only wanted a woman to say she needed Shiho..that would be enough. She softly switched between breasts back and forth...and then looked up. "Mistress..allow this humble serving girl...to pleasure you down...lower..please.." She winked playfullly.."You want that..right?" "Hey, what's with all this mistress talk?" Mikura asked, tilting her head curiously to the side. It would seem this originally modest girl had a bit of a submissive side to her. Shiho blushed and softly moved up to kiss her. "Don't you want a cute little sub....who will do whatever you ask..when you ask...I know..I could make you happy." "Well......it does sound interesting.........but I'm suppose to protect you.......not make you my slave......" Mikura replied, laughing nervously as she took a few steps back, turned on, but also a little weirded out. Shiho slowly moved towards her, her shirt slowly dripping down..followed by her bra...revealing small but gorgeous breasts with lovely pink nipples that glistened in the lamp light. She slowly moved into the girl's side, and purred. "Hmmm...don't you want to have this...all for yourself? What better way to protect me then to cover me with your strong body, hmmm?"

['Mikua', 'Jpgsannomiya', 'Shiho']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/96618/

New Student (Trapcest x Kami)

Anarahad a reputation around the village as something of a problem student. Ever since graduating from the ninja academy she had gone through team after team, never quite fitting in, always causing friction. When teamwork hadn't worked she had started to be assigned for one on one teaching but even that hadn't worked right. As always there had been friction, Anara thinking she knew better, not following orders, following her own plans instead. After being kicked out by almost every willing teacher in the village there was only really one left, and so Anara had been given her instructions to report to the home of Hinata Hyuuga. In the hopes that it would help ease the friction Anara was to live with Hinata as well as train with her, so now Anara was stood at Hinata's doorstep, hammering her fist on the door impatiently."Come on, open the hell up, it's not exactly summer out here" The girl grumbled to herself as she waited, looking up at the house. It was pretty nice at least, certainly nicer than some of the other places she had stayed. Well, Hinata was from a rich family so it made sense she'd have an awesome home. Well, maybe this wouldn't be so bad for as long as it lasted. A nice luxurious home, a teacher who had a reputation for being rather shy and a bit of a pushover personality wise. "If she ever opens the damn door anyway!" Hinata had been mentally preparing herself for this day. After being almost begged to take Anara in as a student, her pushover personality gave in and accepted her. The main goal was to try and help Anara learn how to integrate into a team without negativity, as well as the usual training. Hinata's compassion and patience were the two defining traits that drew the village elders to her, and so she was going to take Anara in for the foreseeable future. Despite her compassion, she had heard the rumors and what others had to say. It was definitely going to be a mission of sorts.The first bad omen was the sound of her knocking if you could call it that. She pounded on the door so loudly Hinata heard the hinge squeak. With the smallest sigh you could possibly deem a sigh and not a deep breath, she stood from her breakfast and morning tea to open the door. Hinata was dress in a pink, fold over sweater and calf length trousers. The ample nature of her breasts meant that conventional ninja clothing usually wasn't befitting of her, so she chose softer and more malleable clothing to reduce the pressure on her E cups. She wore a smile on her lips, and opened the door to meet Anara. "Hello, Anara. Please, come in," she said politely and sweetly, moving aside so the troubled ninja could come inside. It was warm, and felt extremely cozy inside. Everything was neat, tidy and organised, showing just how much effort Hinata put into housework. "I'm Hinata. It's nice to finally get to meet you," she said, stretching her hand out in an attempted gesture of kindness. Anara had heard a little bit about Hinata, but had never actually met her before. So when the door did finally open up she was rather pleasantly surprised at the sight of the beautiful woman that met her. "Whoa" Anara was making absolutely no attempt to hide that she was staring right at Hinata's chest, even in the loose sweater it was clear the woman was amply gifted. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, a luxurious house, a teacher who not only had a reputation as being a pushover but was smoking hot as well. "Wow, you really are as hot as everyone says aren't you?" The girl smirked, finally raising her head to look up at Hinata's face instead, though part of that was to stop herself from getting too excited, the shorts she was wearing right now were loose in order to hide a certain something, but they weren'tthatloose. All too eagerly she reached out and took Hinata's hand, squeezing it firmly as she shook it."So I'm gonna be living with you huh? And we're going to be doingeverythingtogether as teacher and student? Mmm, I think I'm starting to look forward to this" Anara's voice had an almost sing song tone to it, though there was definitely a hint of something more lurid to it as well. "So then teacher, how about you show me where my room is? Or am I going to be sharing your room too?" Hinata looked the girl over. She had been described to the shinobi, but in person she looked.. different. Ready to meet Anara's gaze, seeing the girl's eyes tracking something below her chest. It wasn't uncommon for Hinata to be in this position, and so she immediately gathered what she would be staring at with such interest. "It's rude to stare, you know," she said, a slight flash of embarrassment in the form of redness spread across her cheeks. Growing up with such a prominent chest, it was a common situation she had to learn to deal with. It seemed that the younger ninja had already proclaimed herself in control, which Hinata knew would be a problem her goal was to improve her teamwork skills, that included how well she followed orders. It was going to take a while, Hinata guessed."Follow me," she said, still maintaining the polite, patient air even though how brash and almost bratty the other was. Walking through the house, she went upstairs and one door down from her own bedroom. "Here you are," she brandished the open doorway almost proudly. She had prepared the room immaculately, laying out towels, extra blankets and everything else you could possibly need in a bedroom. Hinata was well prepared, and enjoyed things being like that. "Rude to stare? I think of it as a compliment, means you've got something that's not only worth staring at, but worth being caught staring at. You should be flattered" Anara smirked when she did finally raise her head, Hinata definitely had a pretty face too, far too pretty and innocent looking to match the incredible body she must've been hiding under those clothes.When she was instructed to follow Anara did so, though made sure to keep a few steps back in order to check out Hinata's shapely backside. The pants the older woman was wearing weren't exactly the most flattering, but she could at least get a decent idea. Despite being almost mesmerised, Anara at least managed to take in some of her surroundings on the way up to the bedroom. The house was immaculate, not a thing out of place, not a speck of dust in sight, nothing that even remotely looked like it didn't belong, well, except for Anara herself anyway. "Whoa, this is my room?" She raised an eyebrow as she stepped inside and looked around, the room was by far the most comfortable she'd ever stayed in, not to mention just as immaculate as the rest of the house. Though that did raise one concern in the girls head, what if Hinata expectedherto keep it this clean? Ugh, chores never had been something she could tolerate, any effort was half assed at best."Well, it's pretty good. Gotta say I'm disappointed not to be sharing though" She turned to look at Hinata with another smirk. "So where's your room? Just incase I need you in case of an emergency in the middle of the night, or to carry you back after a hard day of training" Hinata took the remark as part of a grace period of sorts. That and she didn't want to embarrass herself by reprimanding her new guest so early, despite her being well within her rights to. The Hyuga was pleased that Anara liked her room, and shook her head at her disappointment. "You have your own room, why would you need to share mine?" she asked, half rhetorically and half literally asking why that'd end up happening. 'What a strange child..' she thought to herself, looking her build over. She was far from out of shape, and in fact her form rivaled that of Ino an adult around the same age as Hinata. Of course, she was a bit shorter due to her age, but nonetheless. At Anara's request, figuring it was viable, Hinata nodded, "Follow me," she walked down the hallway and turned into an already ajar doorway to enter her room. Immaculate, but not as sparse as Anara's room, Hinata had a few books on her side table and a lovely view from her window.Hinata stretched gently, forcing her breasts to move satisfactorily. Looking out of her bedroom view, she could see that night time rapidly approached the village. "I don't think there's enough time left to get a training session in.." she said, half to herself. "I think it's best that we wait until tomorrow, we'll both be rested and ready." she took that opportunity to reinforce her control over Anara, although it was a pathetic display. She sounded more questioning than definitive, as though she was trying to convince the other. Hinata walked down into the kitchen to prep dinner. "So for dinner, I'm thinking about stir fry.. Does that suit you?" she asked sweetly, starting to collect what she'd need to cook the meal. When Hinata asked why Anara might need to share her bedroom the younger girl just grinned, having to hold back something of a laugh, oh the thoughts that were running through her head, the things she would love oh so much to do to the older Kunoichi. She shivered slightly at the thought, before quickly pushing them aside. There'd be time for that later, right now she couldn't let herself get too excited, not while Hinata was right here and Anara was wearing these shorts, she could already feel a stirring and if she wasn't careful it was going to get noticeable. She couldn't help but almost giggle in delight when Hinata gave in and showed the girl her own room as well, it seemed manipulating the older girl might not be too difficult after all, at least in minor ways anyway.When Hinata stretched Anara's head practically snapped around, her reactions it seemed were lightning fast, at least for things she were interested in, and she didn't miss a second of Hinata's impressive breasts jiggling nicely, Anara licking her lips without even realising it. "Awww, no training? How disapointing" Anara was only half serious, she wasn't particularly disappointed at the lack of training, but she was disappointed at not getting a chance to see Hinata in her fighting gear, not to mention seeing how Hinata's body might move. "Stir fry hm? Sure, that works for me. I'll watch you cook" Anara grinned, eager for another opportunity to spend some time checking out Hinata's ass. She almost too eagerly followed the girl down, sitting at the kitchen table in order to watch. So she had her own personal chef too? Maybe she should try and make this last a little while after all. Hinata nodded with her usual slim smile returning. "Sure, it should be ready in about thirty minutes," she said somewhat automatically. Hinata got to work, dicing vegetables with a kitch apron on. The apron seemed to occlude everything except for her voluptuous backside, her glutes flexing as she moved to get an ingredient or to put something into the sizzling pan. Soon enough, the aroma of food filled the house. She added a few sauces and seasoned the stir fry as it cooked, and then bent down to get some plates. The way she bent over was less of a crouch, and more of a bend, her knees stayed locked and her pants only tightened around her perfectly shaped, plump ass. The kunoichi had trained extensively, so it was a good balance of muscle to fat, making her ass move perfectly as well as stick it's silhouette through the fabric of her pants. When she rose, everything returned to normal and her ass retained it's still present but less defined curvature. Many a man would have salivated at the sight just bestowed to Anara, how she would react however would be told with time. Hinata none the wiser, however, thinking that the way she bent over was nothing more than normal, if not trivial.The dark haired female finished making the meal, and subsequently moved to dish up. The plates she had somewhat erotically gathered were swiftly filled with stir fry, and Hinata took them both to the table. She dished the portion left into another, larger bowl to put in the middle of the table alongside the two already full bowls. Hinata removed her apron, washed her hands and went to sit. Before she did, she took her sweater that she was wearing off to reveal a skin tight long sleeve that accentuated her chest even more, if it was possible. The thinnest of fabrics now separated Anara from witnessing her womanhood in all it's glory, again probably enough to make most men salivate. Anara was all too happy watching Hinata prepare the meal, the smells filling the room alone were enough to start making her almost drool, but it was the sight before her that caused her to pass the threshold of almost. When Hinata bent over Anara almost gasped, staring wide eyed, having to reach up to quickly wipe her chin. God damn, now that was an ass! She couldn't help but wolf whistle as Hinata stood up, though was rather disappointed that the pants had returned to normal rather than stretching across the incredible backside. Damn! Anara glanced down at the table quickly, then closed her eyes as she tried to fill her head with other thoughts. She had felt a stirring in her shorts and she needed to try and suppress it, at least for the time being. That was far easier said than done with Hinata around though."Mmmm, smells delicious" Anara grinned and licked her lips as the food was put down infront of her, it was possibly the best meal she'd ever seen or smelled. She was all ready to dig in, quite without manners naturally, but just as she was bringing up the first bite she froze as Hinata pulled off her sweater, just staring with her mouth hanging open, staring directly at Hinata's chest once again now that it was only enclosed in a skin tight shirt. "...Whoa...they're....amazing.." She spoke whilst still staring, then gasped as she felt her shorts starting to tighten and stretch. Shit! The table was hiding the visibly growing bulge in Anara's shorts, but it wasn't going to go away until she satisified herself, and no way she would be able to get out from the table without it being visible. Crap, it was getting bigger, the shorts stretching tightly making it clear what the bulge was if it were seen, it wasn't long before she was poking the underside of the table.Anara fidgeted slightly as she finally tore her stare away from Hinata's chest, quickly looking to her food and beginning to eat. Hopefully Hinata would finish first and leave, or at least get up and turn around so she could make a break for it, though with such a huge bulge in her shorts it was rather difficult to move quickly.

['Anarahad', 'Hinata', 'Hyuuga']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/96781/

RWBY - Fallen Witch (xXRyuJunkieXx & Firestarter09)

The World of Remnant was finally at peace now that Salem had been defeated. Though, she couldn't be killed, they had found a way to strip her of her magic and power, making her vulnerable. It was thanks to the efforts of both team RWBY and team JNPR that the witch was finally stopped. For her punishment Salem was exiled from Remnant, taken to another world entirely, made by the God of Darkness. She was imprisoned in a tower with a single room.Esa, daughter of the God of Darkness was tasked with dishing out Salem's punishment. Her father told her to do whatever she wanted with her, as long as she was making the witch suffer. Oh, Esa had plenty of ways to torment the pale woman. She kept her in her little dungeon, naked a chained to a wall. The Daughter of Darkness entered the room, doing her usual check up on Salem. "I hope you're enjoying your stay. You're going to be here for quite a while. Well.....for all eternity actually." Esa said, giggling a bit. Salem let out a grunt of dismay, her arms pulling against the chains that held her back against her will. Red eyes scanning the room for the tiniest crack in defense, the witch ignored the god of darkness little, banter... It didn't impress her at all. The white haired woman scowled as she failed to see any cracks in defense, yet. She turned her head over to Esa, brow furrowing along with a prominent frown. Why had the god of darkness, have to have such and ignorant child? Why! Frustration began to fill Salem, as her normally cool demeanor began to shatter. "What's the matter? Don't have nothing to say?" Esa asked, a smug grin on her face. "I must say I do love the new addition I added to your body. Makes you look more of a freak than you already are." She told Salem. The witch now had a cock along with a pair of balls. "It's been a while since we played Salem. I think now is a good time." With the snap of her fingers Esa summoned the shadow like floating hands. They began to caress and tease the witch's body, fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples. Salem's cock was slowly jerked off, her balls gently caressed and squeezed. "Feels good doesn't it? I wonder if I should let you cum or not." Esa chuckled. The witch gave no answer, nor did she moan. Blood pooled inside of her mouth as she harshly bit her lip, she would not give into this damn creatures antics! Though she couldn't deny that she liked having that fat thing between her legs Once she got out of here, she'd use to have kids, maybe even impregnate herself. The witches eye twitched as she was continually swallowing her blood. She looked down at her breasts and frowned internally, they were getting bigger every day she spent here, so was her hips and rear. She really needed to get out of this place before she ended up as a sex doll. Her once modest C cups capped with delicate nipples were now at least F cups capped with slightly longer but still delicate nipples, and they were even more sensitive than before. Gods! She hated the feeling the groping gave! "Trying to resist as usual huh?" Esa asked, grinning devilishly. "We all know how this will end." She chuckled, walking over to Salem and kissing her on the lips, forcing her tongue into her mouth, licking some blood off her lip. With the snap of her fingers, the witch's position changed. She was now suspended in the air, spread eagle, her wrist and ankles still chained. Esa took out a small vial of what looked like oil and started to pour it on Salem's cock, giving the hands an easier time to stroke her. Meanwhile, she summoned a black thick tentacle from under her. The hands spread the pale woman's ass cheeks, the tentacle slowly probing her anus and teasing her prostate. While that was happening, the hands on her breasts began to tug and twist her nipples, Esa wrapped her hand around the cock head, twisting it like a door knob, laughing as she did it. "So many people were under your control Salem. Now you're under mine. How does it feel? To know you've been reduced to nothing but a sex toy?" The daughter of Darkness asked. The witch did not answer, she did not moan or cry, or even let out a peep. She had felt far worse in her long, long, long life. She twitched her eyes as she tried to shoot a glare directly at the monster of a woman. She wanted to moan out, she wanted to enjoy any and all pleasure that came her way... But she couldn't! She couldn't let that happen, she couldn't become this foul beasts whore. Even as she was spread eagle and that piece of meat was thoroughly messed with, she did not relent in trying to squirm and break the bindings on her hands. Esa continued to twist Salem's cock head like a door knob, looking her right in the eyes. She loved playing this game and wondered how long the fallen witch would act like this. "Hmm.....well, if you're not going to moan for me, I know you'll laugh for me." She grinned a little. The hands that were caressing her body began to tickle her. More hands were summoned, making sure the tickle and torment every inch of Salem's body. Her armpits, stomach, breasts, nipples, legs, and feet were all tormented by the summoned hands. As for her cock and balls Esa decided to tickled it with a couple of feathers. One feather tickled under her balls, the other making circles around the tip and the underside of her cock. "Come on Salem, At least smile. We both know this isn't going to stop anytime soon, and we both know you can't handle the tickling too long." The daughter of darkness giggled. Salem lios twitched and she cringed, everytime this would almost get her, everytime she was getting closer and closer to laughing. But it seemed like she would not laugh, though that wall that kept her from laughing was slowly crumbling, breaking and falling apart. Salem toes curled as she bit her lip, the pressure and tickling building up was something she hated! She needed release! She needed to let go. Her red eyes glanced down to the girl and she scowled with venom. Esa only grinned more. She could tell Salem was about to break and only intensifiyed the tickling, now only focusing on her balls while more hands tickled the rest of her body. "Come on witch, crack a smile. You know you want to." She told her. The worse part was that Esa wasn't going to give the pale woman any release. Nope, not until she begged for it. She knew how to make Salem break and though it took a while she was good at playing the waiting game. Esa stopped tickling her balls and moved to the soles of her feet, her nails dancing up and down them, digging in between her toes as she spread them open. Salem twitched and slammed her arms forward making the chains clink and clack. Blood slowly built up in her mouth as she bit deeper and deeper. "F ffuck! No! I'm not smiling for you!" She managed to say through gritting teeth, her red eyes piercing down and gazing into the very being of Esa. "I will never submit to fallible gods!" She cried out, seeing that her feet were being messed with the witch began to try and kick her legs. This was mostly done in the vain hopes of getting her away from them. Esa let out a small chuckle. "Oh, that's what you always say, but we both know how this is going to end." She replied with, summoning a few more dark tentacles, two to hold Salem's legs in place. The third one had the mouth at the end, small little feelers inside. It latched onto the witch's cock and began to slide up and down, sucking it off while tickling it at the same time. A couple cock rings were placed on the base of her shaft and her balls, preventing her from blowing her load. The hands as well as Esa's tickling continued, getting more ruthless. "You know this isn't going to stop, and I'm a patient person." She chuckled. Salem screamed internally, her vision going red as she shook and tried to break free of her bonds that kept her to her fate, she glared down at the woman as her own cock began to throb painfully.

['Esa']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/96826/

Holy Batman! (Arkus & Wei_Tian)

And she did it! Robin Jones did a KO and is on her way to the final round! You know Al, this will be her last year in this tournament before she ages out and needs to move up to the pro league. I know Mike! Just to give everyone in the audience a reminder. Due to the technical difficulties earlier today, the final match has been postponed until next week. Today s tickets will still get you in the door. Please see the box office for any questions. The ginger headed girl left the referee and walked over to her corner, spitting her mouth guard out and grabbing a drink. See you boys next week. she offered as she grabbed her towel and headed back to the locker rooms. Day of the Finals Welcome back everyone! Get ready for the big showdown in between the fiery headed Robin and the cool silver headed Crystal. Hold up Mike...I received word that no one has seen Robin, her coach is talking to the judges right now...what s this? She hasn t shown up at all? Then...sorry folks. It looks like this match has been forfeited! Eight Years Later The sound of heels hitting the hard tile could be heard as a ginger headed woman walked into the lobby of Wayne Industries. She headed over to the receptionist s desk and smiled. Good Morning. My name is Robin Jones. I am here to see Mr. Wayne. Today is my first day and I have not received my security card. After pulling out her license and showing it to the receptionist who also doubled as the first line of security, she received a Temporary badge that would give her access to the entire building.With that, the 24 year old headed over to the elevator. She swiped the badge and hit the top floor. Once the elevator doors closed, 5 1 petite woman noticed the crystal clear reflection on the door, acting as a mirror. She smoothed out the black pencil skirt and pulled on the light pink blouse and the black cardigan to make sure that nothing was bunched up. Even with the 3 heels on, she was still lacking in height. As the elevator stopped and the door opened, she adjusted her purse, hanging from her shoulder and walked onto the floor.The first thing she noticed was that this floor was pretty open. No cubicles and only a few doors on the opposite wall with a desk and some cabinets right outside of the central door. The rest of the floor had various tall tables and a few leather sectionals scattered about. As if, this is where all of the parties took place. As Robin walked over to the doors, she could tell that all three were closed and that none were slightly ajar. The lights were on, so she knew someone was in. After setting her purse down on the desk, she lightly knocked on the door. Quiet enough to not disturb him if he was on a call with one of his many clients Mr. Wayne, are you in? she asked. Bruce has been finishing some number crunching as he waited for Lucius to get back to him about his new tech, Lucious knowing he was Batman and arming him since the beginning. Brice of course helped with the making of the inventions and test them but it was nice having an extra set of hands.Being a wide, tall, and cutting a nice figure standing at 6 2, even sitting Robin just barely reached his eye level. Enter. He said in a calm deep and extremely strong voice. It held a power that most didn t know where it came from.When she arrived the first thing she d see are some striking blue eyes that seemed to smile at her as Bruce, at 33, kept up a very pleasant personality. It was hard not to be a pessimist with the life he had but he could still smile, especially when he wasn t Batman. Once she heard the approval to come in, something stirred within her. Upon opening the door, she walked in and for some reason, she could not break eye contact upon coming across his blue eyes. Hers were just a boring hazel color. But his, it felt like his eyes could pierce her soul. "Good Morning Mr. Wayne." she greeted as she walked over to his desk."I came in last week and IT got me set up on everything. Is there anything you want me to focus on today?" she asked curiously. Thankfully, she had already done all of the training within the last week so that she could start today as if it was just another day of work for her. She did not like hindering her superiors or even her peers with lack of knowledge. She liked to be seen as an asset, or at least, not a hindrance. "I can go grab some coffee or tea." she offered, not seeing a mug on his desk and not knowing his preference to the morning beverage. Bruce eyed her up and down taking in that she had balance and a stride that matched with her background of being a fighter. That and he couldn t help but admire her petite and curvaceous form. He looked her in the eyes a couldn t help the playboy smirk that formed on his full and slightly pale lips, as he seemed to strip her with his eyes. A coffee would be lovely Miss Jones, I m guessing you already know how I like mine? Even sitting right at this very moment, as he looked at her like she was prey, she felt like she was in the presence of some beast, or to subs, an dom or alpha. The feeling of his gaze made her shift on her feet. She could tell her body was starting to subconsciously react to the gaze, getting ready to deflect an attack. While she knew Bruce would probably not attack her, she could not ignore the way this gaze made her feel. The last time she felt like she was prey was years ago, right after her last appearance in the semi finals."Honestly Mr. Wayne...I do not know how you take your coffee." she admitted. No look of embarrassment on her face. "I know about business...but I did not research your personal preferences." she further explained. Robin read "Forbes" magazines...not "People" or any other entertainment based magazine. She knew she could probably just throw the question out on the internet and a whole bunch of women would answer. But, she did not want to feel like a stalker. Bruce decided to be nice and spoke up as Robin tried to catch herself, First off stand up straight and proud, like you should be, and Second, I like black coffee with a little sugar and a little cream. He gave her that playful playboy grin of his that he was know for. So any questions? Sorry if I made you nervous, but you re free to ask away as many questions as you need. He leaned back in his chair, though the movement actually showed just how large Bruce was, his shoulders and chest being much wider than most MMA fighters under his suit. A light shade of pink crossed her cheeks as she was told to stand straight, then given the coffee order. As commanded, she stood tall and proud, again looking like her former self. "No questions at the moment sir." she answered gently as she watched him lean back. "I shall return shortly with your coffee." she added before she turned and left the office. Again, she was walking with the stride, balance and fluency of a polished fighter.Once she reached the kitchenette, which she remembered being shown during her interview, she grabbed a coffee mug and rummaged through the fridge to find the cream. Thankfully, while she was in college, she had worked on the campus' coffee shop. After making a single cup of coffee, she poured the coffee and put the sugar in. With a small smile, she took the cream and started pouring it, skillfully making a flower shape on the top. Once she added the cream, she set the coffee down and put everything back where it was. Grabbing the coffee, she returned to Bruce."Here you go sir." she offered as she placed the coffee on his desk. "I was going to start pulling a few reports that you need. Did you want me to focus on anything specific?" she asked. Bruce smiles at Robin and nodded his head as he took the coffee and admired the flower on the top, Very nice work, work in a cafe for a while? And if you could grab me the file on our current internal affairs, hat would be helpful since it take priority. Brice has been able to finish his Batman work while she made his coffee so now he was actually getting Wayne Company work finished. He took a sip of his coffee and let out a content sigh, Now that s a god cup of coffee, but again internal affairs then anything else, but I d advise going by the due dates on the assignments. "I worked at a cafe in college." she admitted. Once she got direction on what to start working on, she nodded. "Got it. I'll look over the file before I bring it in. Then I will start on the rest." she explained. Hearing the compliment, she gave a small smile. "Thank you sir" she replied. Hearing him confirming the priorities, she gave another nod. "Then I shall go start." she responded.She once again left his office and went to her desk. Putting her purse in an empty drawer, she turned her laptop on and started looking over the report on internal affairs. She checked a few of the databases to confirm that the report was accurate and added a few items to the report. Five minutes later, she had the new report printed and in a file and had the electronic copy emailed to Bruce. After the report came back as sent, she got up and grabbed the file. Walking to his door, she knocked on it lightly, "The Internal Affairs report is finished sir." she offered. Bruce hasn t expected her to finish that quickly, he had gotten most of his work done of course, he was The Batman, but he didn t expect his newest employee to be this fast. Come in. Bruce still couldn t get over the fact that his petite, smoking hot, new employee was this good at her work and obviously had a fighter gait. I m impressed, you finished that quickly, at this rate well both be able to leave early, and if that s the case how about I take you out to eat and show you around Gotham. You only just moved here right? As she walked into the office, she placed the file on his desk. "This report was already near its completion when I received it. I looked it over to make sure it was accurate and added a few new incidents that did not make it on to the report." she explained. She definitely did not want to take credit for someone else's work. At the mention of leaving early, she gave a small smile. "Let me work on the rest of the reports. These will all be freshly pulled, so I do not know how long it will take me. But, if I manage to get these done in time, getting a tour around Gotham would be lovely. I only moved in yesterday." she replied.She was about to turn around when she heard an alarm go off on her phone. Her phone was on silent, she knew that. This meant that Gotham PD sent an alert out. Reaching into her blazer pocket, she pulled out her phone and looked at the alert. "We might need to stay in. It looks like a dangerous criminal just escaped from prison." she offered as she showed Bruce her phone with the alert. "I'll start working on the reports. The criminal may get caught before I'm done." she added before she quietly excused herself back to her desk, leaving Bruce to his work. Bruce didn t even wait a second after she left to leave through the hidden entrance in his office to the secondary bat cave that is connected to Wayne towers. Lucius, please inform Miss Jones that I ve been called to an emergency family meeting and will be back once it s finished. With that Batman geared up and headed towards his destination. Damien, Dick I m heading to the crime scene, you two and Barbara make sure to watch the other parts of Gotham, and Jason, behave yourself. With that the batmobile drove through Gotham at frightening speeds trying to reach the crimescene while the criminals were still there. Commissioner Gordon would give him any required information. It was a few minutes into her sitting at her desk when Robin stood up and went to the bathroom. She heard her desk phone ring, but was too far away to answer it. Upon her return, she saw that she had a missed email."Miss Jones, While you were out, Mr. Wayne asked me to inform you. He has been called away for an emergency family meeting. He said that he will return to the office once the meeting finishes. Thank You, Reception" With a small frown, the woman resumed working on the reports. A brief sense of worry crossed over her. Did his family get insured because of whomever broke out of jail, or was it just bad timing and an odd coincidence? Even with the worry, she still had a job to do and kept plugging away at the reports. Within a half hour, they were done, so she started researching more into the personal side of Bruce Wayne to see if she could find out anything else he liked or didn't like. Chief Gordon was halfway shocked when he received word that Batman was already on his way. It felt like he only had his team send out the mass alert using the cellular towers. So, is that what Batman used? Curiosity soon subsided as he sat at his desk with the report and he picked up his phone to contact Batman. After all, the emergency alert was extremely vague. "Batman, we had Prank and a few others being transported from the local jail to a state facility when the transport truck was ambushed. We believe it was the work of the Joker. Our guys can focus on the others that managed to get away. Could you assist us with Prank and possibly the Joker?" he asked.

['Jones']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/96896/

The Start of Evangelion (Trapcest x Firestarter09)

Samanthasighed as she looked up and down the street once again, the very empty street. She had spent her entire life, or at least the entire life she could remember, going between various private schools all over the country. She'd been told her mother had died a long time ago, and her father was doing very important work, but everyone had either not known what that work was, or wasn't able or willing to say. But then recently she'd gotten a letter completely out of the blue, a letter from her father, calling her back to Tokyo 3 without so much as an explanation, but similar letters had gone to her teachers and they had acted almost like military officers under strict orders, packing her up, sticking her on a train with little more than a single bag of her few personal possessions and a letter giving her some directions from the train station to a street where she was to wait to be picked up, though she had no idea just who was picking her up, or where they were going to be taking her. The girl just sighed and adjusted her glasses, before running her fingers through her hair. This was supposed to be the capital city wasn't it? And yet where was everyone? She hadn't seen another person since she'd stepped off the train, it was like the city was completely abandoned."Maybe the train crashed and I'm dead or something..." Samantha looked up at the sky, the sun shining brightly. She could still feel the warmth on her face, so surely that meant she was indeed still alive right? "Hm?" She thought she heard the sound of a car in the distance, and it did seem like it was getting a little bit closer. Maybe whoever was coming to pick her up was finally on their way? The car sped passed her before slamming on the breaks skidding across the ground. The passenger side was now facing her direction. The door opened upwards as the woman in the drivers seat yelled at the girl. A much older woman than Samantha yelled at the girl. "Get in!" She wore red clothing of some kind, and seemed to be a no nonsense type of woman, her purple or was it black hair shined a bit in the light. "H huh?" Samantha squeaked as the car sped past and turned rather sharply "Wh what's " Samantha's question was cut off as there were loud noises overhead, some kind of fighter planes coming in so low that the wind almost knocked Samantha off her feet, and was more than enough to flip her skirt up and leave her to unintentionally flash her underwear at the woman in the car, whilst nearby sounds of explosions began to go off nearby. "R right!" She suddenly got the feeling that obeying the command to get in was the best thing to do, quickly scrambling to get inside and close the door behind her. "Who...who are you? What's going on out there?" "Just get in!" She stated before turning her attention back to the road, the door closed as Samantha sat down. The woman, Misato looked around trying to spot something in the air. Then suddenly above, helicopters passed over them. "Hold on." She stated shifting gears and getting the car going. Samantha wasted no time in scrambling to pull on her seatbelt when the woman told her to hold on, then quickly grabbed onto any handle she could as the car started moving. "What on Earth is going on here? M my father's letter just said to wait here...he never said anything about...about...whatever the hell is going on out there" Samantha dared to take a look out of the window, gasping as she saw more explosions, and what almost looked like some kind of gigantic figure making its way through the streets, taller than most of the buildings. "I'll tell ya later!" Yelled the woman as she put the petal to the metal, soon Samantha was taken to a underground facility.. more like world, but semantics aside she was filled in on who the woman was, what was going on and what her father wanted her to do. Soon Sam would be asked if she wanted to pilot one of their giant mechs. Everything happened so quickly. The car ride tearing through empty streets while military aircraft flew overhead, suddenly entering a giant underground facility that seemed larger than the city above, then being brought into some kind of chamber, occupied by a gigantic....thing that Misato had called an Evangelion. Before she could even answer, her attention was directed upwards, seeing her father looking down on her, looking the same as she remembered him being the last time she saw him, over 10 years ago.Just as Samantha was about to try and ask what was going on the entire facility rocked, debris falling from overhead, coming straight at Samantha to likely crush her....until the Mech ripped its arm free, raising a hand to protect her. "I....wh whoa...." She stared, before nodding softly. "Alright.....alright I'll do it, I'll pilot this....whatever it is...."There was another flurry of activity, before Samantha found herself inside a small cockpit, squeaking as it filled with liquid, then shivering as the devices that had been put on her head powered up, a strange sensation running through her entire body as she felt almost....out of it, like she was linked with the mech in a way she couldn't explain, then suddenly launched upwards, finding herself in the city, facing down the giant creature from before. The giant creature roared or whatever its equivalent was. It seemed like the fight would be a hard one for Samantha, but maybe just maybe it would be easier than expected? Maybe it wouldn't be to hard, either way Samantha had no idea what was going on behind the scenes, no one expected whatever was going on inside of her. "Wh whoa...." Samantha stared in disbelief at the thing standing before her, her fists clenching the controls tightly. All of this felt so strange, her entire body feeling unusual, though she'd been assured that was normal, that this....thing she was inside was practically like an extension of her body."I uh...ok..." She shivered again, feeling the odd liquid she was submerged in flowing through her lungs and just adding to the unusual situation, then started to move the Eva forward, raising its arms with fists clenched, before she seemed to just charge at the creature head on. "Screw it! I'll just...just...pound this thing!" The fight was long, brutal and overall ended up with a lot of destruction, whatever mental effects it would have on Sam would remain unseen for now but later on into the night something strange would happen to her. Samantha wasn't quite sure what happened, the entire flight had just been a blur to her, but somehow she had come through it relatively unharmed, even if shaken and exhausted.When she had been removed from the giant mech she'd found out that her father had no intention of allowing her to live with him, but rather than going to her own little dorm room somewhere Mistato seemed to have insisted on the two of them living together instead. Without having much say in the matter, and without really having time to process what was going on, Samantha had found herself in Misato's apartment.After everything that had happened, and with her body still covered in the drying remnants of the LCL from the Eva cockpit, Samantha had gone to take a bath. She'd been feeling a strange tingling sensation, originally just blaming it on the LCL, but even after she had thoroughly scrubbed herself in the bath the sensation had only gotten worse. Deciding to ignore it for now Samantha had wrapped herself up in a towel, emerging from the bathroom and heading for the kitchen where Misato was sitting."Look, I just wanted to say thanks, for all this y'know? I wasn't exactly looking forward to living by myself. I just wish dad would've said more than a few words to " Samantha cut off as she felt the sensation course through her, far stronger than before, then suddenly gasped, her whole body going rigid. She bit her lip as the sensation suddenly focused between her legs, her hands and arms twitching, her nipples suddenly hardening and becoming visible through the towel wrapped around her body as she suddenly became more aroused than she'd ever thought possible.A moment later though she felt an odd tightness between her legs, then almost felt like something was....growing? Her body twitched again as the sensation continued, the towel between her legs suddenly starting to move and raise up slowly, until it was finally lifted up enough for Misato to see, a long cock slowly growing from Samantha's groin, steadily growing longer and thicker by the second, something that most definitely hadn't been there before. Just underneath that long cock a sack of flesh was forming, developing and dropping two fat orbs. Tingling ran across the entirety of Samantha body. Misato went wide eyed, she dropped her bottle of alcohol and rushed from her seat and went to grab Sam by the side, she shook the girl ignoring the cock and whatever the hell else was going on. "Sam, Samantha are you okay, shit... Fuck we need to get you to a medical center, this isn't normal..." For a drunk she was pretty competent at the moment. Samantha seemed out of it for a few moments, as if her brain wasn't quite able to comprehend what had just happened to her body, the information processing slowly, along with trying to adjust to the new sensations her new body parts were sending into her nervous system. It was only when Misato grabbed and shook her that Sam seemed to snap out of it, at least partially, though her cock twitched, pre cum quickly forming at the tip of the throbbing erection and starting to loudly drip onto the floor. "M misato...? I...I don't know what's going on...I uh...I feel kinda...weird..." *crack* *pop* Misato let go of Samantha, unable to speak as the girl seemingly started to grow more, she watched as her hips began to widen curving and giving a child bearing widith. "What the fuck." Misato said in shock, she watched as Sam rear started to bubble and grow, inflating slowly. The black haired womans eyes traveled up and watched as Sam back arched a bit further, giving a truly stunning curve any woman would die for. "Shit, I need to call ." Before she could do anything else her attention was brought to Sam breast, erotic cries escaped from the girl as they seemed to billow out flowing like a torrent of water. To top this all off Sam seemed to be getting bigger in the height department. Samantha moaned loudly as her body started to shift further, groaning as her height began to increase, her already decently sized breasts beginning to grow even further, the towel wrapped around just above them falling away as it was stretched further than it could reach, Samantha's breasts more than doubling in size, each one now larger than Misato's head.. By the time the changes were done Samantha had grown to almost 7 feet tall, panting heavily, her cock twitching rapidly as pre cum spurted from the tip, the thick shaft throbbing and aching with need. Misato stared wide eyed, her head went up and down taking it in. "The fuck." She had to do a double take, no a triple take! Yet somehow, deep down she knew that this wasn't the worst thing that could happen.... After all, in this fucked up world in this world that was completely on the brink of destruction. "Sam are you okay? We need to get you to a more medical center this can't be normal." She saw more pre cum spurt from the mast of meat as it landed on the carpet. "Oh come on!" "I uh...I...feel kinda weird...kinda hot..." Samantha panted and tried to keep calm, taking a few slow, deep breaths, but she felt so...so...aroused. Her cock was pulsing, throbbing, aching with need, whilst her pussy was beginning to get so wet that juices were beginning to flow down her legs. "Nnngh...M Misato....I uh...I feel...I feel so....hot..." She looked up at her, starting to see the older woman in a rather different light. Misato watched in horror, shock... And a bit of pleasure as she saw that big... Err... Bigger form, eh whatever you could even call it now. Talk and move. "Sam." She said with baited breath, her eyes scanned the girls body up and down trying to figure out what all had changed. "What...what happened to me...?" Samantha took a few deep breaths as she tried to calm down, though her cock just seemed to get even harder, causing her to groan loudly again. It visibly throbbed for a few moments, then seemed to grow a little longer and thicker, as if frustrated with the lack of attention it was receiving, whilst Samantha's enlarged breasts heaved, her nipples also growing longer. Misato watched in a mix of horror and interest, and while she shouldn't be walking towards the suddenly transformed Sam her body seemed to be moving closer and closer. "My god, what the hell happened." She reached out with a hand and ran it along Sam increase rear. Samantha released a lewd moan as Misato touched her ass, her cock twitching and squirting more pre cum across the apartment. "Nnngh...Misato...g god that felt good..." She wiggled her large, marshmallowy soft rear against Misato's hand, whilst one of Samantha's own hands had reached up to grasp the shaft of her cock, beginning to stroke it without even realising. "I...I need more though Misato....please....oh god it's throbbing so much....it almost hurts..." Misato didn't know what compelled her to stroke that rear, but she found that she couldn't stop. "Uh yeah, II guess." She started to squeeze the rump flesh before giving it a gentle slap. "Nnngh..." Samantha groaned more, her hand starting to stroke at her cock faster, wiggling her butt against Misato's hand, then squeaking as it was given a gentle slap, the flesh rippling gently, some more pre cum squirting out all over the room, splashing loudly across the furniture. Misato noticed this but said no words as her body seemingly just pleasured Sam, hands and fingers getting into that nice amount of soft flesh and kneading it while her eyes traveled up and down each every curve of that body. "Nnngh....more...please...more..." Samantha groaned as she stroked her cock faster, turning it a little towards Misato. "P please Misato...my hand...my hand isn't enough. I need more, I'm begging you please, make the throbbing go away" Misato without any will of her own, helped the girl on to her back and looked at the massive fat meat, internally she was screaming, cussing and threating Sam and herself to stop. "Ye yeah... Can you not struggle." She said almost montonely as her hands undid the buttons upon her shirt allowing her modest breasts to spill out.Sam! Stop! Stop me! Now! Can you mot hear me!"The rational and Internal Misato cried out as she watched her body placed both mounds or rather try to put both mounds around that cock. Samantha groaned as she was moved to lay on her back, though her breasts didn't sink or sag at all, the flesh so firm that they were more than able to protrude out above her, whilst her cock continued to point straight up towards the ceiling, pre cum now running plentifully down the shaft, making it glisten in the artificial lights of the room and more than lubricating it. She gasped as she watched Misato's breasts spill free, then they partially wrapped around the throbbing shaft of her cock, Samantha's hips thrusting up slightly to start fucking at Misato's cleavage. "M more....f faster...harder...t tighter....I gotta have more Misato! It...the feeling is getting worse!!" Samantha's cock throbbed, then before Misato's eyes seemed to stretch and length by another inch, the girl groaning in pleasure as it did. It seemed the longer her cock went unsatisfied, the larger it was going to become. Misato herself had no idea that as she titfucked that massive cock, she was infecting herself with the same thing that had transformed Samantha, to put it very simply whatever had caused Sam's change had made her a bit of a factory, her body would ooze a sexual aura and consuming her fluids or having high quantity touching oneself would infect them like the poor girl. Misato lips did their best to cover the tip as she continued her titfuck. Only a few inches of her cock would be able to go down the girl's throat. The effects on Misato by Samantha's fluids would be a little more subtle, not quite as permanent, but the fluids would also act like a drug, an incredibly addictive drug. When the effects and transformations to Misato's body began to wear off the cravings for the 'drug' would start and become increasingly stronger until the craving was satisfied."Nnngh....!" Samantha groaned in pleasure as she felt Misato's lips cover the tip of her cock, pre cum pouring out freely. "Nnngh...j just a little more Misato.....please...I...I feel something coming..." It wasn't too surprising, Samantha had no experience after all, so with sufficient pleasure it should only be expected that this would happen. "O ohh...ooooh!!" Without any further warning Samantha's cock bulged, before there was an explosion of cum into Misato's mouth, even a single spurt far more than she could hold or swallow at once, but yet the cum just kept spurting and spurting out. Misato body began to burn heavily, tits tingling, ass growing numb, hips burning. A intense pleasure spread all over Misato. Her hair grew silkier and longer traveling down to her butt, her lips grew more plush and soft, plump. Her breasts which covered a bit of the thickness of the cock begun to expand, swell out and slowly devour the cock in a sea of breast flesh. The sucking of the cock became easier as her body adapted to such a length, her throat bulged as she took inch after inch. Samantha was unaware of the changes happening to Misato's body, instead her head was eased back as she groaned in orgasm, continuing to cum over and over, thick cum spurting down Misato's throat as the woman's lips slid further down. "Oooooh! F fuuuuck! So good!" Samantha reached up to grasp at her own breasts, squeezing at them roughly. Her breasts grew bigger, and bigger, passing DD cups in moments and surging to double e's. "Mmmmpnfh!" Her lips grew fuller, softer, plumper becoming all the better for dick sucking. Her back curved a bit more as her rear and hips still swelled out, and just above her crotch surged flesh that formed a sack and phallic shape. Samantha sighed happily as she came down from her orgasm, the flow of cum slowing to a few final spurts before stopping. "Nnngh...so good...." Samantha panted heavily, her new taller body glistening with sweat, her cock still rock hard. "Nnngh....Misato....I still don't think it's enough..." Samantha had her eyes closed, not yet seeing Misato's own changing body. "P please...can...can you do more?" Misato didn't stop, her body growing thicker and curvier, her new cook oozed out semen as she took the whole length of the cock into her mouth, throat relaxing as she proceeded to go down on that cock. Samantha moaned as Misato's mouth somehow slid further down her cock....but it still wasn't enough. Samantha finally let out a growl of frustration, grabbing Misato's head and pulling it up off her cock. Without even looking at the transformations Misato was going through Samantha just pushed the older woman onto her hands and knees. Then, without even asking she thrust her cock into Misato's pussy, moaning happily as she finally felt the sensation her body had been craving. "Nnngh.....!" Samantha was being driven almost entirely by instinct at this point, beginning to thrust into Misato like a dog in heat, driving her cock into the depths of the older woman's body over and over. Misato let out a whorish cry, eyes rolling back as her cock twitched and throbbed, semen sputtering out with each passing second. A second set of changes began to crawl through Misato, her skin crawled and tingled as the years of age simply rolled off her. It was noticeable at first but soon it would be very clear that Misato was regressing in age. Her walls clenched and squeezed that fat cock as her breasts grew even larger as if they were trying to reach a size that would please sam. Samantha groaned loudly as she felt her cock began to be squeezed tighter, but she just kept on thrusting, her hands grasping Misato's ass even as it seemed to grow perkier and firmer, though Samantha was far too lost in pure lust by this point to consciously notice anything that was going on. "Nnngh! F fuck!" She moaned and began to thrust into Misato harder and faster, making sure to drive her cock entirely into the woman over and over, pre cum pouring out in such volumes it would feel like she was cumming already. Misato cooed happily legs wrapping around Sam's waist, vagina squeezing it tightly as her new cock spurted out loads of thick semen that would coat both of their breasts. Lines of age simple washed off with each thrust, as Misato felt her mind cloud further and further with new desires. "More! Mistress give me more!" She'd yelp as her walls clenched harder. Samantha grunted loudly, seemingly pleased by Misato's cries, her own cock seeming to respond by pulsing and growing both longer and thicker, bulging Misato's stomach out even further. "Nnnngh! F fuck! So good Misato!" She reached around, grasping Misato's breasts and squeezing them, pinching at the womans nipples, fucking her harder with every single thrust, until finally Samantha's cock could take no more. A few thrusts later she screamed in pleasure, more than loud enough for every neighbour in the building to hear, her cock erupting with cum directly into Misato's womb, hot, thick fluid pumping into the woman continuously. Misato twitched under her mistress's powerful form, body was now a curvy exaggeration of what it once was, her hair was silkier and looked to gleam more than anything else. Age wise she looked like a young teen around Samantha age, though a young teen with body of porn star. Her cock throbbed and oozed cum along her tummy, her ball thickly churned with creamy semen. "Ngh, so full, can't.... can't think, oh good! Mmmmmm ." She was lucky that the building was very sound proof and helped to prevent anyone from herein the lewd sounds coming from their apartment room.

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Soul Edge's Revenge. . .(OnaBoat+Jamie_the_Brown)

The energy that had been released from the Soul Edge sat dormant for too long. The energy that had once corrupted such beings as the one known as Nightmare, was far from being destroyed. In fact, the thing known as Nightmare was working tirelessly for the Soul Edge, or the energy from it. It was finally time, enough of the shards had been gathered for the being to do it's work. As Nightmare left, a eerie green glow engulfed the shards and they started to float in the air. As Nightmare turned around, the shards emitted a bright glow, and when the glow subsided, what remained formed into an exact copy of what looked like Nightmare formed in its place.The being slowly stood up and stretched it's limbs. It cracked it's neck then looked at the real Nightmare, who was still standing in shock. In a quick flash, the real Nightmare charged the copy and swung at it with his huge sword. The sword chopped through the copy and the copy remained unphased. With a smile, the copy turned one of it's arms into goo and grasped Nightmare around the neck and stretched it across the dimly lit room, slamming Nightmare into the wall. It muttered something, then changed into a different man, Maxi.Having fought a select group, it knew what people looked like. It retracted it's arm, leaving Nightmare crumpled on the ground. It walked toward the sun, looking for a certain person, Ivy. She would be his first victim. . . None Never too far from Nightmare in her eternal pursuit of the Soul Edge, Ivy was in a nearby town, still resting in an inn. Her armor, which was only a few scraps of cloth in all honesty, lay across the room from her, along with her blade. She was taking a few moments from her quest to let off some steam and relax, reading a long, leather backed novel while she lay in repose upon her bed, entirely naked without fear of anyone coming in. It wasn't like there was very many opportunities for the owner, or other guests at an inn, to barge into someone else's room, after all. In the air, the being could feel Ivy's prescence. It wasn't really certain what it was going to do once it found her, maybe just destroy her, maybe just humiliate her. It had awhile to decide. As the new form slinked down the stairs of the citadel, it started to walk to the nearby town, the smell of the woman driving him forward. The monster reached the town without too much frustration, and the smell brought it right to the inn that the woman was. It drove him to her room, and with a raised hand, he knocked on the door. . .

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Frame Incepted [Kaybee x Firestarter09]

There were many words that one would use to describe Mesa.Accurate...Lethal...Steadfast...The gunslinger frame, the girl who could put bullets through the eyes of twenty Grineer marines in a twentieth of that time. The sharpshooter who wore a blindfold purely because she desired the challenge, a craving to push herself for that perfect shot, to make things difficult and then breeze right through them anyways. To make it lookeasy. Another word, less used, less considered.Sensitive.Mesa lived in the dark, swaddling her eyes to shield them from the outside world, charging her other senses. Hearing, Touch, Taste, and Smell. Even without seeing the battlefield she ruled it. A queen of cordite and spent casings.Sheheard the footsteps of the Grineer Marines making their way across the Martian sand. Shetasted the wind that curved along the cliff face to rush past her, shaping itself to the valley and showing her the form it took.Shefelt the shift of her vest against the swell of her chest, the shift of her tight belts against the cleft between her legs.It was... Distracting...Sensitivity was a gift, yet for Mesa, it had also become a curse. She was not sure when or how, but she had noticed things lately that she simply haad not considered before. Tightness against her body, the press of her clothes against her skin, a dozen small distractions tickling at her senses, teasing forth an ember of something she did not entirely understand into her stomach. A heat that swelled from gentle glow to molten urge and pooled between her legs. Making it hard to think, making her want something, but what?She did not know.An angry shift of her shoulders, a shrug, pushing the desires away, back, leaving them to simmer rather than trying to confront the incomprehensible wishes they brought her.She raised her Sybaris and opened fire, the doubled report echoing off the cliffsides as the battle was joined. Few words described the Grinner.Violent...Xenophobic...Twisted...Vey Hek...Target practice...But none fit more properly, than their pure idiocracy. As when the blood spilled and two brothers fell, they scrambled in a panic.Ting! TingBullets bounced off metal as they fired blindly, trying to find the source of what had killed their comrades."Tenno Skooom!" It seemed one of them had figured out who had shot at them, or at least was assuming. The Martian sand kicked up as they ran to cover, rocks would only protect them for so long.Now was the time for Mesa to strike, jump into the fray and slaughter them whole. *Tock tock*, a different double tap as her feet struck the canyon wall, momentum carrying her up as she ran along the sheer vertical surface before leaping, twirling mid air as the Sybaris loosed it's deadly fire down into the ranks of the patrolling marines. Alarms shrilled over the dunes and echoed off the stones, a second later the Marine who'd sounded them was silenced forever by another echoing report but reinforcements were already on their way.She danced, she flew, around, above, she stepped through hails of lead, magnetic oscillations pulling each bullet that came too close into a tightly circling orbit, a shimmering constellation of shot twinkling under the martian sun before it was hurled forwards, a deadly swarm of metal blasting away from Mesa like buckshot.She moved again and for an instant she stumbled from the shock of sensation that pierced her combat trance. In an instant she recovered, moving again, firing again, but for that second, she had been vulnerable, caught off guard by the unexpected surge. The song of death interrupted by another song, a wanton song, the song of desire.She shook the uncertainty from her mind and leaped forwards, dashing towards the open doorway to her next objective, but while she could push her mind into that headspace, her body could not ignore the slowly rising tension, the rawwant, no...Need that rose higher and higher with every stride and every twist. More Grineer rushed and scrambled, like hornets stirred... Very mean, stupid hornets. A heavy gunner, a well repsected woman amongst the Grineer ranks yelled out the famous words."TENNO SKOOM!" The Gorgon it hheld began to fire, slowly building up to its full automatic fire. Bullets shoot towards Mesa at violent speed, but luckily the first few shots that would hit her, bounced off her shields while the rest missed her and hit rocks and sand.The bases alarms had yet to sound off, whether it was due to pure incompetence, neglect or a overconfidence in that they had Mesa handled, remained unknown.'Ba Thump! An explosion of went off near Mesa last location, as the rather slow Bombard aimed it's heavy weapon at the next location Mesa was at. The impact of the explosion shook her, shrapnel pinged harmlessly off her shields but the shockwave made her shiver as she stumbled. *WHOOM* The next shot slammed closer and her shields strained against the blast even as her insides roiled with more of thatinfuriating incomprehensible heat. Under the wrappings on her face a muffled sound, frustration and something else sounding in a groan, or perhaps a moan...Furiously, Mesa stepped, planted her feet, and flipped the peacemakers on her wrists into place, thumbs working the actions to unleash a hail of death towards the Grineer heavy weapon.But even as she killed and killed, she knew that more Grineer were there to take the place of their fallen. In another time and another place she would have held no doubt that she could take them all, but the heat and want roiling inside her put doubt to that assertion.Could she really manage it? Could she hold on for long enough? Fate was a cruel being, never truly being aligned to anybody's side, it would seem that it would not be taking anybodies side in this fight. More shrapnel pinged off her shields, more bullets hit and bounced. Bodies dropped to the ground like flies, Butchers, Lancers, Bombards and so on. Each and everyone them meeting a bullet to the face, or stomach. Parts dismembered and laid strewn about, yet even through all of this, the standard marines, the lancers poured into the are Mesa fought in. If nothing was done soon she'd be overpowered, finished.Yet that insufferable heat she had coursing through her body was reaching the tip point, like a glass or pitcher filled with too much water ready to spill out or tip over. One could wonder where this had all come from, what was the origin of this problem? A butcher s machete missed her face by inches, ruffling her wrappings with the wind of it s passing as she leaned back. Then the Grineer s fist slammed into her stomach a moment later, tossing her backwards with the augmented for behind the blow. Mesa rotated mid air, planting in the sand and pushing into a handspring to right herself only to land awkwardly as more heat flared up, tingling sensations dancing up her back and down her thighs, a coldness touching her skin as the dry Martian air touched an unfamiliar wetness between her legs. What was this? What was happening to her?Now Mesa was fighting defensively. Retreating step by step, the Sybaris double tapping reports interspersed rapid rattle of her peacemakers sounding off as she swept the horde, but meter by meter they gained ground, and step by step she felt herself weakening, knees shaking, body wavering aslust crawled inside, wearing her down from within even as she was worn down from without. Bullets pinged off her shields, Butchers that got to close dropped and all the while that new strange sensation built up and burned brightly. The wetness that had begun, continued to carry on slowly driving the frame to a new edge. She was soon hooked by a Scorpion, the female Grinner unit pulling her back into the large horde before letting go due to being shot in the face. Now was the time for panic, the time to use any and all abilities at her disposal. The Grineer roared in a chorus of anger and excitement as they all went for the frame. Mesa was not designed for close combat. She twirled in place, lashing out with quick punches and lethal kicks from the spurs on her heels, one hand clutching a single peacemaker that spoke death unto the massed ranks of cyborgs and clones surrounding her. Her greatest advantages had been stripped from her, and now that she moved to strike, now that she fought hand to hand, the shifting pressures and aching need grew greater still.Wetness dripped from between her legs, her vest scraped almostpainfully against hardened nubs atop her chest, and her movements grew sloppy. The first ten strikes were lethal, of the next ten, only seven proved deadly.She lashed out in a high kick, a ragged gasp sounding as the motion brought a fresh wave of pleasure, stalling in place for an instant, a second that let the Grineer strike back before she could retract her leg, pushing her off balance. A single instant s hesitation, a single mistake at a crucial moment.Mesa fell. With that fall a revelation would come to all that were left alive, the three Grineer Lancers still left alive looked on in bewilderment. There on the ground before them, was a Tenno, and they were alive to see it! Of course they were not totally in the clear, a strange noise was coming from the Tenno as well as weird powerful scent. One looked to his brothers in arms, shoulders shrugging as he couldn't make heads of what was going on now. The biggest of the lancers there rolled his eyes and walked up to the warframe, he lightly nudged the down form with his robotic foot and kept his gun ready, in case that foul Tenno was about to do something tricky. She struck the sand hard, her bodymoving in ways she hadn t expected, softness where there should have been sturdiness, give where none should have existed. She tried to twist as she fell, trying to escape the unfamiliar feelings only to make the tumble more awkward. Her arm twisted at an odd angle, her head struck a rock, stunning her as stars exploded across her vision at the impact.She lay where she d fallen, shifting only slightly as the Grineer marine nudged her, still alive, still conscious even, but struggling to process everything, trapped by her own body as she desperately sought to understand... That smell grew a bit thicker, and nonethless found its way to the Grineer nose. Bending down the Grineer hand latched onto some of the frame, and with a tug a sharp pulling noise could be heard. An unfamiliar softness filled the organic hand of the marine, an eyebrow raised as he pulled back and then flipped the frame onto her back. He went to the chest area, pulling at what he assumed was a vest or something and when that gave way he was exposed to an odd sight. Two round orbs bigger than his hands sat stop her chest, erect with perky nipples while the marine had seen his fair shair of boobs, or breasts or whatever they were called. They were usually not perfect orbs. That, and they seemed really out in place on a Tenno. He brought his fingers around the soft orb, hands squeezing into flesh before pulling away. He noticed that the flesh or whatever it was, had started to give way a bit more... Like it was growing. His two brothers footsteps grew closer, now interested in his discovery. Mesa tried to struggle but between the distraction and the power behind the Grineer limbs her efforts came out weak and uncoordinated. Her vest hiked up and she couldn t hold back a moan as it scraped against those hardened points on her chest, a strangled yet undeniably pleasured sound as the black skin was bared to the leering Grineer. N no... The plea went ignored as hands grasped her chest. The swell of hers was bigger than standard, some actual heft and jiggle to the perky breasts that would not normally have been there. Hhhahh ! He squeezed, and despite the cold and roughness of his gloved hands another moan forced its way out of Mesa throat as a tingling wash of rawsensation swept through her at the attention. She tensed, arching and then twitching as she found herself torn between the impulse to push her chest into his palms and the instinct to get away from her hated foe. The Grineer chuckled as an idea came to mind, something rather forebidden by the queens. It didn't really matter though, given that it was going to be done on a Tenno of all things. He looked at his brothers and said something indescribable to Mesa, he brought up up his right arm and tapped something on his armor, a hissing noises escaped from his armor as plate on his crotch dropped. His brothers followed suit, sighs of relief over coming all of them. Now revealed to the world were a three long phallic shapes, each caped with mushroom heads. The lead brother smiled as he moved ontop of the Tenno, his hands gripping his cock that was sploched with brown marks. He chuckled before slipping between those orbs, hands grabbing both sides to squeeze the tits tightly. Mesa tried to rise only to fall back again in a mixture of shock and revulsion as the Grineer phallus sprang free in front of her. It was disgusting, mottled and ugly, and yet the stiff manhood made the heat andwant grow inside her regardless. How? Why?Her mind spun as the Lancer forced her back down again, and her whirling thoughts were disrupted once more as his hands pushed at her breasts, shaping them around his shaft. She wasn t big enough for her tits to wrap all the way around the Grineer s girth but he didn t seem to mind as he bega to thrust. Behind the wraps, Mesa s jaw went slack as the friction brought yet more new experiences, gasping a moan with every breath. Ah ... Ah ... Hah How could this have been what she wanted? How was the Lancer doing this to her?! It wasn't long, the tip was already leaking pre cum from it's disgusting base. The lancer smirked as he noticed one of his brothers standing above her head, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it like it was his gun. Though behind him his brother was trying to get whatever he could off her crotch are, trying to see if she possessed the sets of female genitalia female Grineer had. His disgusting pre cum started to coat the valley of her cleavage and pool at the swell of her breasts. The lancer that stood and jerked above her face, laughed harshly as sickly pre began to drip down on to her face..err bandages."Tenno weakling!" The smell was pungent, raw andwrong but heady at the same time, making her thoughts swim and dulling her senses further. She punched the Grineer s thigh, trying to twist out of his grip, but she had middling strength and no leverage to speak of, the Lancer had effectively free reign to ravage her breasts as he pleased.However, the concern of the two messing with her face and chest was quickly superseded by the sensation of the third settling between her thighs. While it wasn t easy to see while she stood or moved, lying in the sand with her gun belts hiked up to her waist made it easy for the Lancer to see that Mesa had a pussy, human in shape yet alien in appearance thanks to her jet black skin , leaking clear droplets of arousal that decorated her thighs and trickled down the curve of her ass to wet the sand below.Mesa could feel the wrongness of it the moment he touched it, but he was already between her splayed thighs. Her kicks simply bounced off his armor, lack of leverage once against rearing it s ugly head as she struggled and failed to free herself. N no! N oooh ...! The cock pierced her lips spreading them wide, shoving aside whatever was in their way. A moan escaped from the greedy Grineer, his crotch clashing against hers."Soooo good!" The one fucking her ttit, grunted like a rough animal, no remorse being shown to the sensitive mounds of flesh. Thick ropes of sick seed began to launch out from his cock, each hot rope landing on her neck or bandages. Just seconds later seed launched from the fat thick cock from the Grineer above, his tip was luckily aimed down and not at his brothers. Thick white sick ropes landed across her wraps taking the yellow to a white. "Haaahn !" Under the wrappings Mesa's eyes rolled up at the feeling of being spread open for the very first time, the Grineer cock parting her slick inner walls with ease. He was not particularly big or impressive but it was her first time, and any amount of cock inside her was more than she'd experienced before. She tasted the cum soaking into her bandages as the other two came but anger was hard to muster as each thrust of the Lancer buried in her pussy sent shocks of pleasure from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.She was being fucked.The motions were inexperienced, imprecise. The Grineer had no knowledge or experience in sex but to the equally inexperienced Mesa it didn't matter. She was moaning, bucking instinctively back against the rough pounding, her pussy clenching tightly around his thrusting girth as she shuddered and keened, her back arching as ecstasy surged within. While true the Grineer were inexperienced, that did not prevent them from rutting like animals. Crouching down, the formerly standing Lancer held his cock above her face, er wraps, hot ooze still dripping down. The one fucking her breasts continued to do so, but his hands had shifted from the sides to those perky black nipples, pinching those black nubs in order to earn a few more cries from it's vicitm. It came rather quickly as well, this getting more of the seed on her chin.The Grineer that had taken to pleasuring her hole, was for lack of a better term, panting like a Kubrow. His hips rocking back and forth. The tip of his shaft barely reaching what would be her cervix."Tenno!" He'd cry out, the tight hole proving to much for him and forcing his load to be released early. "Ha ah!" Mesa yelped as armored thumbs flicked roughly against her nipples, the constant motion of her lips and chin from the normally stoic and silent frame was starting to shift the wrappings, revealing yet another unusual formation to her body, a human like mouth with lips parted by each expression and a pale tongue, lolling slightly as her body bounced from the rough thrusts. "Eyyaahn !" Cum spattering against her insides, white hot and thick, surging deep in her body. A fresh high of sensation slamming into her senses, making the warframe buck and convulse as she experienced her first orgasm, cumming helplessly, her own juices squirting around the thick Grineer shaft. She was a helpess slut to the pleasures before her, she could not fight back easily, if nothing was done soon... She'd be dead. The Grineer that stood above her head noticed this protrusion, a sick laugh escaped from his ruined body. He motioned for the one that started this to take a look at those lips, the brother that had fucked her twat, noticed what they were doing but didn't care his hips starting to pull back as he got ready to thrust again. The climax ebbed, leaving in it's wake a sense of warmth and... Clarity? Despite the humiliation and violation she felt, Mesa's head had cleared, the lust that had clouded her thoughts relieved at last by the pleasure high. It still lurked under the skin, not truly gone, stimulated by the taste and smell of cum, by the feeling of thick seed squishing between her thighs, but it was lesser.She couldthink again, and she thought fast.Her arm shot up, her remaining peacemaker flipping into place with a practiced flick of her wrist, her thumb working the action to bore through the skull of the Grineer straddling her chest, adding a spray of blood and brain to the patina of cum marking her body as the shot echoed against the canyon walls. She twisted her body, shoving the dead weight to one side before it could collapse on her and striking high with one foot, cracking the Lancer about to penetrate her again across the temple. Not hard enough to kill, but hopefully enough to make him flinch while she redirected the peacemaker's aim to the Grineer who'd been busy covering her facewraps in his pre cum. The Grineer fell back in pain after tbe hit to his head, blood leaking as he screamed painfully. The Grineer that had been coating Mesa face in semen gasped and turned around, trying to get to a nearby door something! Yet, no salvation would come to him. He'd be dead before he'd know it. Rolling around on the ground in pain, the Grineer lancer tried to stop the bleeding, and possibly try and grab some sort of weapon to use against the Tenno, though it would not do him any good in the end. *CRACK* *CRACK* The firing trance fell away and the Peacemaker slipped back into place on Mesa's wrist. Planting one hand, she slowly levered herself, rising into a crouch, then standing. Her mind was spinning, confused thoughts coursing through her head. What had happened to her? She had changed somehow, been made able to feel things she normally couldn't, able todo things she normally couldn't. The desire was sated but it was still at the back of her mind. Quiescent.Sooner or later, she knew she'd want more...Mesa shook her head. The mission first. She needed to finish this. She could examine the changes to herself at her leisure once she made it back to her Orbiter. Distant yells and howls and cries could be heard, Grineer, Hyekka masters and Drahk masters and their beasts running and scrambling to find Mesa. There was going to be a lot of work, a lot of dead bodies along with spent ammo. Sand blew off from the rocks going passed Mesa and directly into the distance, though some began to collect on the dead bodies, soon they would be buried and nothing would be found of them. A yellow waypoint on her hud appeared, telling her that her objective was 900m from her current position, now Mesa had to go through the door those Grineer came from, looking like she did now.She was going to have to kill everyone at the base. Mesa pursed her lips and reached up, adjusting her headband to pull taught again. Wouldn't do to have it come loose at a crucial moment after all. Cum dripped from her onyx nethers, stark white against the black skin as it trailed down her thighs, but there was nothing to clean with.She hefted her rifle, exhaling. She felt better, invigorated, a tiny core of violation and hate remained, but those Grineer had wrought their own fate with what they did to her. She felt better than she had in weeks!How long had these changes been brewing inside her? How long had it gone without her noticing?She pushed those thoughts down, crouched, and was off.Some of the Grineer might see her, covered in cum and undeniably lewder than before, but she did not begrudge them that sight.It would be the last thing they ever witnessed. And it was! Slash! Crack! Splat! Grineer fell left and right, those that were not fast enough or could even react, were quick to fall. Those that could react and fight back were quickly put at a disadvantage. Hyekka and Drahk masters, lost their beasts faster than expected and their own attacks did little to hurt Mesa. Heavy gunners, and the few bombards that tried to lay down suppressive fire, or even hit Mesa found themselves chasing shadows. Chaos, pure and utter chaos.Swish! Stab! Ba thump!Each and every last one of them, all fell to her might, her swift justice. There wouldn't be much remaining anyways, the sabotage would leave the grineer base empty for months, no one would come and when they did everything would be gone.Eventually Mesa would be back on her orbiter, by herself Well ordis did exist and now would be the best time for her to inspect herself. She took herself in, in those moments after the sounds of battle faded away with the rush and swish of the orbiter's engines taking them away from the planet. In the heat of battle it had been easy to simply go into a trance, killing and killing and killing until the grineer base became a charnel house. Nothing left but corpses and gore, quickly drying under the harsh martian sun.But here, in the silence, she could think again, could remind herself of what had happened, of what she'd been subjected to, of what she'd done...Even under the blood and dust, there was a masculine scent, wafting from the thick cum stuck to her thighs and still oozing slightly from her ebon slit, dried into her mask and leaving little streaks across her chest. She was wet again despite the dryness, the ache was back too, a thrumming desire left behind by the adrenaline of the fight.Ordis was saying something, but she wasn't listening, the heat wanted satisfaction, and this time, she had an idea of what to do. Mesa reached down, two gloved fingers touching between her legs, hesitantly at first, drawing back at the unexpected sensations before pressing on, pressing in. Her other hand came up, kneading at her breasts, brushing fingertips against her face where that grineer cock had rested, and her juices flowed, washing away the dust and blood on her thighs with liquid desire as the warframe fingered herself on the floor of her ship, working two digits in and out of her newfound cunt eagerly as she shuddered with delight.All these new pleasures... All to enjoy... At least, until the next mission... This soft feeling, this flesh, all of it was new, and strangely it fit... Like a glove. These new sensations that filled Mesa would drive her further and further into pleasure, and maybe she'd feel a little empty feeling in her mouth. Perhaps she should've kept one of those filthy clones alive, to satisfy her empty mouth and please her body when she desired. Then again, there was a thousand more out there, waiting to be touched and held down. Ordis babbled, commenting on how the operator was strangely acting erratically on the floor, not realizing what was going on. The poor cephalon had lost his marbles after so long maybe a tune up was in order?SchlickOh well, that could be for later. After all, there were more pressing matters to take care of, and as that soft cunt flesh pushed into, slick folds splayed open a small idea may have crossed Mesa's head. What would happen if she touched another frame? Would they shift and reveal soft spots like herself? Would they just remain still and lifeless, or would perhaps an eldritch abomination be formed? So many outcomes, so little time."Operator, I recommend we head to Saturn now, I am sure you're capable of dealing with Sargas Ruk." Ordis chimed in. The revelation of a mouth was even stranger... In the aftermath of her first wonderful toe curling orgasm, she didn't even realize what she was doing until she suddenly tasted the sweet and sour of her own juices on her fingers. It was a delirium of lust... This was not what she was, yet it was so delightful... Would any of the other frames feel this? Would she be deprived when she left to become another?Ordis was still talking, Saturn? Saturn sounded interesting... But first...She stepped towards the back of the orbiter, her hips swaying without even realizing it, casting about the room curiously, a tuneless hum under her breath before her senses finally settled on the quiescent rage and pain...Val'kyr...Hesitantly, she raised a hand, touched the other frame, andtransferred. Mesa didn't turn back or revert her changes, no her soft jiggly parts were still there and dripping fluids from her eager cunt, those tight black lips looked so tasty and lickable, but as she entered Valkyr, she'd feel nothing. Disappointment would be perceived, then anger, then nothing. For what felt like an hour or more, but in reality was less than two minutes, Valkyr would flex and stretch her body trying to get whatever it was that happened to to happen .Then it came, a pang, a tingle, a ripple across her body, and one that demanded her to fall to her knees.That heat swelled on her crotch, demanded that the smooth surface be touched, that the exposed skin of Valkyr yields to it! A tug and a pull formed at her chest and then her rear.Something was coming, something that demanded attention unlike any other. The rage struck her, and it was only made stronger by the suddenlack. She was always used to having a little more sensation as Mesa, the adjustment of her senses, the balancing of her intakes as sight was restored, yet this was different, a whole new level of loss. The pleasure, gone, the sensations, gone. She felt between her legs and there was nothing more than smooth skin, she grasped one small breast and found no more response than had she prodded her stomach, or her forearm. The rage swelled, there was a temptation to simply give in, to savage the Mesa on the ground before her, jealousy, blind spite.And then... A sudden jolt.Her knees gave out as a primal scream tore from her mouthpiece, yet beneath the mask she could feel things moving, shifting, rearranging. "Urhh... Ahhhn ...." Was this it? The sensations were beginning to become familiar and with desperation the frenzied warframe renewed her attempts at self pleasure. This time, she felt ghosts of sensation, perhaps memories, perhaps blind delusions, but she kept pushing, feeling her breast begin to yield under her questing fingers, feeling a cleft begin to press into her nethers and the first inklings of fluids begin to form within it as it deepened. She pushed her fingers into that little indentation, eagerly pressing deeper, deeper, forming her own insides around her as she sought to hasten the process. Behind the mask were now human lips, tongue and teeth, bared in a feral scream of ecstasy as she thrashed on the floor, mindlessly fingering herself as the sensations multiplied and renewed. "Yes ! Yes! Y E EEAHN !" Her body started to yield to it, and swelling came forth, her breasts flesh was not as bountiful as Mesa , but it was nothing to be ashamed may be annoyed, but that was all, and those nubs of flesh that capped each round orb stuck out and seemed just a bit longer than before. The constant pleasure seemed to focus heavily on her lower half, which was already taking up a hand, and most of her attention. The small indentation had grown more profound as inner flesh could be felt, wet, tight, and hungry, though as she formed her insides and played with a genuinely tight hole, her thighs would feel strange. It felt as though someone was groping them or filling them like you would a balloon with water. The gap between her legs would feel plusher, almost devouring her hand.Thicker and thicker, they swelled with new meat.Solider and solider, her skin outlines became looking more natural and less machine yet small implants around her body stook out.A strange tingle formed around her hips and rear, demanding that she pull away and stretch, to let this new feeling that was developing to blossom forth. Would she ignore it and continue to quench her ending need to please that tight hole, or would she stretch as her body screamed at her to do? Val'kyr stretched out as her body continued to reform around her, arching her back up from the floor, then spreading her legs wide into a perfect split, feeling the new flesh ripple and change as she settled her self flush against the floor, a little shudder running up her spine as her new outer lips touched the cool metal surface. Then up again, arching the other way now, her hips rising, as she curled on all fours, showing the dripping folds of her pussy off as she bent double and then straightened, her fingers returning to her holes again, playing, thrusting. She shook, hips bucking against her own hands as she pleasured herself on the ground there. The feared warrior, the mighty berserker, fingering herself like a filthy whore.But it wasn't enough...Her body had changed, was still changing... "Ordis. Set course. Venus." Sargas Ruk? She recalled, the closest thing to mind now. He would do perfectly well.She would enjoy ripping him to pieces, but she was looking forward to the cocks of the grineer marines she'd find down there. She needed them, something more than just her fingers. She needed to quench this heat inside her...Stumbling into the cockpit, Val'kyr sat, her back against the console, idly fingering herself as she watched the stars go by... Soon... "Saturn, actually. Are you all alright? Your readings are a bit uh... abnormal TERRIBLE! ." His voice crackled and static coursed through Valkyr's head, ugh she would need to fix that damn thing voice! Maybe even give him so love? Wait what was she thinking, Ordis was her ship.Her breasts had grown though they were still small compared to , her jet black nipples stood out erect like a tiny thumb. Her hips had been broadening, much like , but were much more packed and condensed with muscle and fat. Her thighs tingled swelled at a slower pace as they too became packed with condensed muscles. Now the best part came as she played with her hole, her rear, that small jiggly thing had finally swelled, inflating like a balloon and making the spot she rested against even more pleasurable! A new feeling would form at her cheeks, a new small indentation that wanted to drive in and open up a path of pleasure never explored. It still wasn't enough, it would never be enough, but as the ship set course, Val'kyr groaned and howled with a fresh round of orgasms as she pused oen finger into the newly forming hole, then two, working her hands at both entrances now, fucking herself furiously to orgasm after orgasm, not caring for her dishevelment, or the fact that she was lying in a puddle of her own juices as she worked her holes.She lost track of time, it had no meaning as she pleasured herself over and over again, the only way to keep track was the subtle accelerations and decelerations of the ship, hurtling through space.By the time they reached Saturn, she was not satisfied, but she was at least coherent again. The lust seemed to bubble under her skin alongside the rage, no... In tune with it, bloodlust, carnal lust, perhaps it was merely a quirk of her berserker nature, but the two seemed so closely aligned as to have little separating them. She wanted to fight, she wanted to fuck.Her body was on full display, with only her face covered, hidden by the mask. Everything else was bare, and she couldn't care less. Clothes would only get in the way after all... She'd leave a mess, a big mess for Ordis to clear. Not that it mattered, the cephalon was quite adept at cleaning up fluids."Strange, I am detecting a large number of fluids in your vicinity Operator... Ordis will clean them up FLUSH THEM OUT THE AIRLOCK !" The orbiter hummed as it settled a very safe and out of reach distance from a Grineer Galleon, specifically Sargas Ruk's Galleon. One had to wonder what fate would await the Grineer aboard that ship, from the lancers to tall womanly gunners. Would they find a quick death or a long pleasure filled ride that ended swiftly, none would know, and none were aware.The liset waited for Valkyr and would be much tighter than before around her lower half, the casing would confine her once she boarded with weapons in hand not that she'd use them save for Ruk there were more pressing carnal and bloodlust filled things to worry about, like if she could suckle upon any of those meaty shafts, or explore the mouth of a Grineer woman. Maybe she'd take one as a pet, something to toy with and please herself.Spark, Spark.small unnoticeable amounts of void energy arc'd off her body and disappeared lightly.The game had come. She landed lightly, stalking the shadows of the ship like a predator, a feral grin curling the lips under her mask as she walked. The first foe she found was a patrolling gunner, and while she hesitated a moment, she had one objective in mind right now, and the grineer female simply wouldn't be properly equipped for what the berserker wanted.The rush of crimson and the wet sounds of claws cleaving flesh were almost as good anyways The scream drew the attention of others though, and soon enough, Val'kyr had what she wanted. Marines and Lancers spilled into the corridors, searching for her in twos and threes. Impatient, she waited only until one group was out of sight of the others before pouncing. One went down trailing an arterial spray from the berserker's claws, but the second went down to the weight of a body slamming into his upper torso. Valkyr straddled him, riding him to the ground as her hands went lower, tearing at the thick armor as though it was little more than tissue paper before her frenzied strength, her hips rocking obscenely as she practically salivated in anticipation... "Give it to me!" The lancer let out a rough groan, a small yelp and something in Grineer that equated to fuck and oh by the queens, his dull brown eyes locked onto a slightly bouncy and rounder Tenno... was it usual for them to have parts so... outwards? "Skoom." He let a small guttural groan as his loins sturred, and the blood that covered his splotchy face dried up and flaked. The shaft he bore since his first breath stood tall and erect as well as splotchy and his sizeable sacks that hung below brimmed with fluids ready to be milked.Was he supposed to be feeling this? Was this some new method of fighting... did he have a chance to live if he did what this skoom wanted?He had already made up his mind not to move a muscle and remain helpless, scared priceless. He did not move his cybernetic right arm or his organic left arm, and yes, he did not try to move his legs around less he upset the soft but highly deadly skoom. He wondered slightly if his allies would come to his aid and free him, he thought of his bed and grakata... By the queens who would take care of his precious weapon! The cock was off colour, splotchy and gray, but that hardly mattered to the lust drunk Tenno. The shaft was hard, lengthy, and delightfully thick, enough that she struggled to wrap her fingers around it as she squatted over him, scuttling forward to poise her hips above the tip of his length, quivering in anticipation. Ideas danced at the edges of perception, more she could do to tease and pleasure this rod, but right now her aching pussy demanded fulfillment, the desperate desirerequired satisfaction."Ehehe Hm mm " A slightly manic giggle from beneath her mask as she slowly pushed herself down, spreading herself with his girth, then taking a deep breath."Mmnn...nn... Nya AAAHN !" She let herselfdrop her hips meeting his body with a resounding perverse slap as she impaled herself on his cock in a single motion a banshee howl of pure pleasure ripping from her lips as she wasfinally, wonderfully full. And still she knew there was more to discover.Instinctively, she started to rock, her hips sliding back and forth, churning her insides up with the grineer's shaft, her clawed fingers tightening on the shoulders of his armor, crumpling the steel with the mere effort of bracing herself as she began to ride him, a litany of wordless pleasured sounds dropping from her lips as she went. The grineer let out half groans of pain, and half moans of pleasure. He was at the Tenno mercy, and by the queens was this machine of war squeezing his phallus dry. The grineer could feel it crawl up along his shaft, it was building, brimming... Something was on the way! The soldier could hear the metal plating of his pauldrons being crushed slowly, though it was more the right worried him his right pauldron was a lot less thicker than his left and he possessed a right cybernetic arm and that meant .*CRUNCH!*"Skoom!" He let out in pain as his right pauldron was crushed the metal piercing his metal arm and severing the connection to his nerves. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as his pain was replaced with a strange new sensation originating from his cock. "TTTTTTTEEEEEEENNNNNNNOOOOOOO SKKKKKOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!" The Grineer shaft erupted with sticky fluid, it flooded the tight hole and coated the walls, adding to it was the burning sensation of his sack.*PAP!**PAP!**PAP!**PAP!*He raised his left organic arm trying to grab the frames shoulder, something to pull himself, something... Anything.*SQUISH!*Through pure luck his hand was now grabbing the soft hip of Valkyr, by the queens it was so thick! And soft...

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Double shift~me and Raziel99

Humming a favorite tune to herself, Tifa went about the task of cleaning up her bar a few hours before opening time. The night before hadn't been patricularly busy, just the usual average. She was thankful. She hated when it got TOO crowdy and there was trash everywhere.Now starting to sing the words to the song, Tifa started to lug two rather large garbage bags outside to dump in the dumpster just around the corner, in the alley. Little did she know, something had just happened that was destined to change her life forever.... "Hmph........lost the signal." said the young blonde Al Bhed Rikku as she stopped right in the middle of a dark, wet hallway of the ruin she was currently investigating. She had detected Sphere readings from here only moments ago, but the signal kept fading in and out. It was starting to tick her off. Growling as she gave the detector a few smacks, the signal came back on. With a happy little giggle, she started back down through the hallway, nearing the large empty room from which the signal was coming, hearing some odd sounds as she pushed open the large stone door and peeked through. "Damn you, Yunalesca!" Auron Cursed at the undead deity that loomed over him now, having taken a heavy blow. "You sent them to die! How could you do such a thing!?" "How could I not, if to preserve our world for another decade?" Her cool voice was cold, raising her hand up for another attack. But when she brought it down, Auron disappeared, a wave of sound crashing and knocking Yunalesca back... Auron fell for what felt like a long time, until he landed hard on something metal, and smelly. But he was already passing out from the pain. Reno was slowly walking along the rim of the Northern Crater, patrolling it along with Rude. "You know, Rude..." Reno started, turning to face him and taking steps backwards. "Without Sephiroth interfering, we have a awful lot of free time. Maybe we could head to Wutai again, they have great LiquooOOORRRRR!!!" Reno tripped halfway through his last word, falling backwards and tumbling into the Northern Crater. He bounced of some rocks, and the last thing he remembered was Rude yelling his name, before it all went black. He fell for what felt like a long time, before he fell upon some rocks, picking himself into a sitting position and rubbing the back of his head. "god, what the hell? When did the Northern Cave gets so musty water scented...?" Needless to say, Rikku was quite suprised to see this man in a suit with crazy red hair come tumbling down from god knows where. At first, she was worried he might be dead or something, but since he got up so quick, she figured he was fine.........which in itself would be surprising. Normally, that should have broken bones, but he didn't have a scratch on him. He was no doubt a tough bastard."Hey! You better not be after that sphere. I detected it first!" shouted the young blonde as she suddenly shoved the door open and stomped out. Her worry over his possible injuries was long gone as she was no concerned that he was after the same sphere she was. Sphere hunting was a brand new line of work, but she still suspected something like this would happen some day. He saw the girl a pretty good looking one, at that, and he stood as he heard her yelling, then stomp in with him. "Sphere?" He said softly, before walking towards her. "You mean you found Materia in the Caves? Where?" He looked outside of the room, taking a step past her, before his eyes narrowed. "This isn't the Northern Caves..." He said in a low voice, before turning to face the girl. "Where am I! I remember falling into the caves before landing here..." None "Huh? What the hell is materia?" Rikku asked, slender hips cocked to the side, arms crossed under her somewhat small, but perky chest, which was accentuated in her tight sleeveless orange shirt. Especially in recent days, as she had grown a bit in that area, and it was getting tighter. She had been debating an change of outfits, but it was so comfy, she had resisted doing so. But, she had seen this rather nice yellow bikini and skirt for sale when she was in Besaid.... Reno turned his head to her, his eyebrow quirked at her like she was insane. "Materia. Lets you use magic, for some undisclosed reason that I never can remember no matter how much Hojo beat it into my head." He turned from her, heading out of the room. "You shouldn't be here, you'll get yourself hurt." "Magic? Since when does anyone need a special item to do that?" Rikku asked, raising her hand casually shooting out a weak Blizzard spell, freezing a small puddle just in front of him."Anyone can use magic here. So, I don't know what materia thing it is you keep referring to." she added, shrugging her shoulders. He watched her cast what she called a blizzard spell, heard her say everyone could cast magic, and all he could do was laugh. "Magic?" He said in a light voice. He slid his Electro Mag Rod into his belt loop before summoning his Materia's power. "Fire!" He yelled out, shooting out a huge blast of a fire spell, which melted the little puddle of ice and evaporated it... and the larger few puddles next to it. "OOO, big man can show off with fire." Rikku replied, mocking him. Casting a fireball was not something she'd find impressive. he turned to her with a smirk from her remark, shouldering his Mag Rod and staring directly into her eyes. "you wouldn't be so sarcastic if i sent that inferno your way." He moved further past her, starting to explore the ruins for himself. "If I find that Materia, it's mine." "Gah, you and this damn materia. Just met you and I already see you as an annoying ass." Rikku repied, fuming as she stomped her foot for emphasis, failing to notice the large tentacled Malboro slithering up behind her. He scoffed. "You do not appreciate true magic..." His words were cut off as he turned to face her, but saw the malboro behind her. "Look out!" He yelled. But it was a bit too late. It already was attacking with its Gastric Juice. So he launched himself forward, taking the hit after pushing her out of the way, and getting knocked flying from the pressure. He was on the ground, but he still had energy. He quickly got it gathered to send another Fire 3 spell at it. "Fire!" The huge fire wave obliterated the Malboro, but chunks went flying and hit rubble, causing it to tumble and cover the doorway out. Rikku barely had any time to react. The second she turned to face the creature, she was knocked to the ground, only to look up and see him take out the Malboro in a single shot. Ignorning the crumbling door way, she hopped to her feet and ran over to this crazy guy."Hey, you alright!?" she worriedly asked, a bit more concerned about this "annoying ass" than she let on. They had just met though, so at this point, she just found him quite the looker, but did like his personality........despite her outward objections. He laid there for a moment, catching his breath, before slowly moving himself to a sitting position. "Yeah, i'm alright." He said, finally standing, holding his mag rod over his shoulder. "Go, get your sphere, or whatever you call it, and we can get out of here." "That's........uh...........not gonna happen." Rikku replied, turning and pointing behind her, still kneeling on the ground to where she had originally entered..........which was now just a large pile of debris."But don't worry, I didn't come here alone. Once my crew realizes something is wrong, they'll rush in here and get us out. Until then, Rikky won't let any scary monsters eat ya." she added, hopping to her feet with a bright smile and playful salute, perky breasts jiggling a bit underneath her shirt. He couldn't help but smile at her perkiness, trying to avoid looking at the bounce of her breasts. "I'm sure I can take down any monster that comes in here. But thank you. I'm Reno." He bowed slightly, not too much because of his injuries. Then he muttered to himself. "Damn, i should have packed a Hi Potion or two..." "Well.........I've only got normal Potions. I can give you one of those, but all it'll really do with a injury like this is ease the pain." Rikku replied, turning to reaching behind her into her little pack and fish out a potion. Doing so caused her shirt to rise up just a bit, showing hints of the waist band of a rather sexy black thong."Here ya go." she said, turning back to hold out the potion. he shook his head slowly. "no, i'll be fine. I'll have to sift through my Materia later to see if I have restore on me. But Thank you." he moved to a nearby spot to sit, having the image of the top string of her black thong in his eyes for the moment. He stretched, holding the Mag Rod across his lap. "Eh, if you say so." Rikku replied, turning back to put the potion back in her stash."It's quite wet and cold here, so I'll get us a fire started to keep us warm." she added, going around the large room and fetching whatever flammable materials she could get, before returning and dumping them into a small pile. Getting down on her hands and knees, she got to work getting the fire started. Her firm little ass wiggling to and fro in front of him, her thong again visible........much more so this time, as her little green shorts were riding rather low when she bent over. She didn't have the slightest clue about the little show this Reno was getting. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he saw her little rear shaking, her black thong sticking out, but he shook his head hard to clear it out. He moved forward, gently pulling her back for her to sit. "Here, let me do this." he said softly. He simply looked at the drywood that was in front of him. "Fire." His voice was almost a whisper, but the wood caught fire easily, giving them a nice, roaring fire for them to warm up against. "There." He said, turning to her with a soft smile. Rikku let him pull her back and sat there quitely as he took over."My, you must be handy to have around." Rikku replied, smiling as she leaned back, stretching her slender legs out as she started to relax. She was starting to feel this situation wasn't all bad. Nice warm fire and a hunk that was very easy on the eyes. Sure, they were trapped and there was no telling how long it would take the other Al Bhed to come for her. Still, it wasn't too bad. Not the ideal romantic setting, but none the less, Rikku didn't deny the attraction she was already beginning to feel for him, he smiled, watching her for a long moment before he scooted closer to her, not afraid to show his own attraction for her. "Come here. Even with the fire, it's going to be rather cold, and you want to stay warm." "Meh, I'm fine." Rikku replied, lightly shrugging. Rikku............could be rather oblivious when it came to flirting. More often than not, people would flirt with Lulu due to her sultry good looks and giant rack, or with Yuna because she was a celebrity. Being Al Bhed, people didn't really flirt with Rikku all that much. He couldn't help but smile when he heard her shrug him off. His arm went around her shoulder lightly, pulling her a little closer. "Hey... cheer up. We're going to get out of here soon. And silence is something of a killer to morale, so let's talk, if you want." "Me cheer up? You're the one injured, getting a little too friendly." Rikku replied, pinching his hand and pulling off her shoulder...........but stayed close to him. God, could she ever be a blonde at times. If she actualy realized he was coming on to her, she'd gratefully return the flirting, but........she was having a moment of sudden denseness. He couldn't help but frown at this, and he withdrew, scooting a inch away and turning his gaze to the fire. He knew when he was shot down. And being stuck in a strange area, he wasn't going to push it. "Huh? No smart comment?" Rikku asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him. But, she just shrugged her shoulders and looked at the fire. If he didn't want to talk for whatever reason, she didn't see a reason to force him. He took a long sigh before turning to her. "Why would I bring up a smart comment? There's only a few blazing hot things in this room right now." He couldn't help but smile lightly before turning back to look into the fire. "Such as?" Rikku asked, simple more curious, than an actual attempt at flirting, but she did seem to finally be catching on. He couldn't help a soft smirk as he laid himself back against the wall, his eyes closed. "You, and that fire, for instance." He said in a soft voice, pulling his hair back behind his back. Rikkus eyes went wide at the comment, before she smiled lightly and blushed, looking away. Finally! A cute guy was flirting with her. Still, he seemed the kind of guy to flirt with any hot chick, but she'd take it none the less. It was like he could feel the heat radiating from her, and he smiled. He moved closer again, his arm going around her shoulders. "But i'm sure that you are getting cold in here. Let me help keep you warm." "Well, that helps a little, but I'm still rather cold." Rikku replied, trying not to smile as she rested a hand on his thigh after he pulled her close. He smiled, moving his arm from around her, and he slid his blue jacket off, wrapping it around her, leaving him in his half buttoned shirt and blue pants. "There. Is that better?" "Warmer, but I'm still rather cold." Rikku replied, doing an obviously fake shiver as she gave him a flirty smile while glancing at him, before looking away. He couldn't help but smile as she looked away, her words ringing in his ears. "Oh?" He moved closer, pulling her to be against him as his fingers gently turned her head to look at him. "Then what can I do to help keep you warm?" "I think you know." Rikku replied, smiling as she let his jacket fall off her shoulders before she spun to sit on his lap, facing him."But, if you're a bit on the slow side......." she then added, smirking lightly as she took his hand and pressed it to her perky breast. He couldn't help but smile as she straddled him and took his hand, placing it on her breast. Yes, it surprised him, but he took it in stride. He gently squeezed, feeling it through the thick shirt, before moving his arm to wrap around her, pulling her close. His lips were on hers quickly. But the kiss wasn't a hard, crushing one, but a light, passionate filled one. Rikku returned the kiss with equal passion, her hands drifting to her sides to start the task of undoing each of the little clasps that held her shirt closed and on. He deepened the kiss, his own hands going and unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off his arms before throwing it off to the side, showing a toned chest and stomach to her. At almost the same time, Rikku had the clasps undone and slide her own shirt off, revealing sexy little lacy black bra, tossing it to the side, the kiss deepening and getting a bit more fiery. Breaking the kiss temporarily, Rikku stood up and slid her shorts down her slender legs, wiggling her hips a bit as she did so, kicking the shorts away, leaving her in just her boots and her sexy choice of lingerie before she got right back into Renos lap, hands quickly roaming over his toned upperbody, biting her bottom lip lightly as she looked into his eyes with anticpation and a good bit of lust. He had stood with her, his eyes locked with looking over her beautiful body, and he pushed his pants down and off. Because they were rather comfortable, he wasn't wearing anything underneath them. He simply licked his shoes off, leaving him nude to her eyes as he sat down, her straddling him again. He kissed her with a fiery passion, one arm going around her hips and pulling her to grind against his hard member. His other hand went behind her back, unsnapping her bra but letting it hang on her shoulders. With the bra undone, Rikku took it the rest of the way, sliding it off her arms and tossing it away, their clothes ending up all over the place, as the kiss quickly started once more, her starting to lightly grind against him when he urged her to do so the first time. He moaned slightly from the friction that she was making. his hands slid up her sides before moving forward, cupping her generous breasts lightly, fingers stroking over soft skin and her nipples, trying to get a rise out of her. Rikku broke off the kiss, parly for air, partly to moan as her arms went around his neck. She closed her eyes and she leaned her head back, moaning more and more, continued to gently grind against him. He smiled as he watched her head tilt back, kissing down her neck, nipping lightly at her collarbone before kissing further. His lips slowly traveled up a breast, lips wrapping around a nipple as his tongue flicked wildly over it. Rikkus moans just grew more frequent and louder, staring to grind her hips a bit harder against him as his skilled mouth and tongue went to work on her average sized breasts. She enjoyed this very much, but wanted more."Take me...........take me now......." she whispered, opening her eyes to look at him, fully of a fiery lust. Her thong was still in, but that wouldn't matter. Simple pulling it to the side would grant him full access. He couldn't help but smile as he heard her demands, and he kissed back up to her lips, kissing her in a deep, fiery passion. But he wasn't going to give in just yet. He laid her down so her back was on the clothes, and then he slowly slid the black thong off of her. He bent his head down, looking over her beautiful, young womanhood, his fingers moving and slowly stroking over it, opening her lips and rubbing her clit fast for her pleasure. "ohhhhhhh........" Rikku moaned loudly, her hands raising to take over pleasuring her senstive breasts, legs spread wide to give him full access to whatever he wished to do to her. He smiled as he heard her moan, and his fingers rubbed faster on her clit before his head bent down, tongue flicking wildly on her clit. his hand went down from her clit to her entrance, a finger rimming around it before sliding halfway in, doing slow, shallow thrusts. His other hand went up, pushing one of her hands away and playing with her breast. Rikku was glad to let him take charge, her arms resting next to her as he began to finger her."More.......more........" she moaned out, almost pleaded as she writhed against his pleasuring, never having felt anything so amazing. He smiled at her begging, his lips wrapping around her clit and gently sucking as his tongue flicked wildly. His finger thrusted faster in her, not going deeper. His hand kept at its play of her breast. God, it was working her into a frenzy. If his tongue and finger got this out of her, she definitely wanted to experience what full on sex would do to her. A second finger joined the first, both thrusting fast, and his tongue going even faster on her clit. Right now, he was waiting for either a orgasm or to hear her beg for it. One of his desires came soon enough, though not the one Rikku neccisarily wanted. Mentally cursing herself for her lack of control of it, she cried out in absolutely ecstasy, her inner muscles clamping on his fingers a bit as her juices began to flow forth, a much needed orgasm rocking Rikkus slender body. He smiled as he heard her orgasm rock through her, his fingers coming out and being replaced by his mouth so he could drink her juices. Oh, she tasted good. He licked his fingers as he crawled over her, rubbing his member along her soaked core. "Tell me how much you want it." He whispered against her lips. "More than words can say." Rikku replied, smiling up at him. She was a bit out of breath, but that sure wasn't going to stop her from wanting this. She could rest later. Right now, she wanted him and she wanted him bad. He smiled at her words, and he nodded, slowly sliding into her with a soft moan. He wasn't sure if she was a virgin or not, but she was tight. He buried himself slowly, then kissed her, waiting for her to tell him to continue. Rikku moaned softly when he slid in. She was no virging.......but had only done it once. She pulled back from the kiss, biting her lip as she let her body get used to the new........addition. When the pain subsided, she eventually looked at him and gave a small nod, the signal to go ahead. He smiled as she seemed to get use to him fast, and his hips pulled him out, all the way to the head before he slid slowly back in. His moans were soft, lustful, as his eyes were closed, hips keeping a even, slow thrust for her. Rikku bit her bottom lip lightly when he pulled out and thrust back in. The pain was gone, only pleasure remained. Her hands lightly clawed at the stone floor as he got a slow pace. He smiled as he felt her nails, now slowly getting faster in her. Soft moans were coming from his lips, egging her on for her release. Rikku opened her mouth wide, eyes closed tight as he picked up his pace. Being still a bit drained from her first orgasm, her second wouldn't be too far off. Afterall, it was only her third time........Not like she got the art of holding an orgasm back down or anything. He smiled at he felt her second one building up in her, and he broke their kiss, kissing down to her neck and nipping the soft skin lightly. His hands held him up slightly above her, doing his best to tease and please. "G God........again........." Rikku moaned out, her back arching sharply up towards him as she cried out in pleasure, a second orgasm rippling through her tight little body, muscles clenching tightly around him. He moaned out as he felt her clench on him, her body arcing up against him. his arms wrapped around him as he thrusted through her orgasm, building her up further. He was nearly done, but he figured that if he worked fast, he could make her peak again. His hips thrusted faster after feeling her come down from her orgasm, moaning up to her ear. Rikku fell limp and loose in his grip. She'd love to cum for him again, but really didn't have it in her. She was beyond drained. She had gotten no time to rest after the first time, so having another soon after.........Needless to say, she was quite tired. She tried to keep her eyes open, knowing that falling asleep as he was doing her would not be a major confidence booster. He saw that she was tired, and he couldn't help but smile. I guess she hadn't gone through that many before. He slowly pulled out of her, content with the fact that she was more than satisfied, and rolled onto his side next to her. He would have to wait for his release, but he didn't mind too much. His arms wrapped around her, his body curling up against her. Rikku simple smiled over at him before using what little strength remained in her little body to roll on her side and lay her head on his chest, falling asleep within mere moments. Reno smiled, shifting to make her a little more comfortable as his fingers slowly went through her hair, one hand trailing slowly along her back, along her soft, smooth, flawless skin. Tifa continued to sing softly to herself as she rounded the corner into the alley. Though, she soon shut up and froze when she saw what was sprawled out on top of a number of trashbags. It was a younger man, not too much older than her, in an odd outfit, bloody and seriously injured. Dropping her trash, she ran over to him, kneeling down and examining his injuries. She was no doctor, but she had some basic medical knowledge and Cure Materia, so she could patch him up, but not perfectly. He'd no doubt have a long recovery ahead.With surprising ease, she picked him bridal style and hurried back into Seventh Heaven and up the stairs to her room. Laying him down, she hurried off for her first aid supplies and went about the task of getting the large gash across his abdomen sealed up. Took a good while, but she got it sewed up. Though, she had blood all over herself and her clothes. Still, being clean could wait. She wanted to stay and make sure this guy wasn't dead or anything. Auron began to stir when she had finished with his wound, his hand slowly going to his head as he tried to sit up, managing to lift his head up. "Ugh... Damn you, Yunalesca... Wha... Where am I?" He started to look around his eyes narrowing somewhat. "This isn't Zanarkand..." "This is Neo Midgar." Tifa replied, gently putting a hand on his shoulder and pushing him back to lay down."I don't know what this Yunalesca is, but I found you unconscious and bleeding profusely in an alley. You're lucky I found you." she added, concern obvious in her voice. Sure, she just met him and knew nothing of him, but Tifa was a naturally maternal, caring person. He pushed her arm off of him slowly, still trying to sit up. "I'm fi urgh..." He fell back against the bed as a surge of pain went through him. There wasn't too much that she would be able to do for him, really, unless she had leveled that Cure materia really high. He turned his head to her, arcing a eyebrow slightly. "Neo Midgar? Never heard of it." "Well, and it won't matter that you heard it neither if you don't keep your stubborn ass laying down. If you get up and split those stitches open, no way in hell I'm sewing you back up again." Tifa replied, shrugging lightly. While maternal.........she also didn't pull any punches. If those stitches busted open, it'd be his own damn fault and he'd have his self to blame. He scoffed, but laid down, looking up at her. "I should be dead anyway, after that blow I took." His head went to the back of his head, rubbing a sore spot that he must have landed on when he fell outside. "Well, it was quite a doozy. Not every day I find a guy in the garbage with a big enough gash on his torso that I can see muscle and bone." Tifa replied, casually about it all. The site of blood and gore was not something that bothered her like other girls............She did hate spiders though.......with a passion. He let out a soft sound like a laugh. "I'm sure that was enjoyable." his tone was sarcastic, though lightly veiled as thus. He closed his eyes, relaxing against the bed. "And I suppose I have to wait for it to heal over without any spells?" "I've already used Magic. It can only do so much. With an injury this serious, all it could really manage was to make sure you didn't die while I was working on you. If I hadn't used magic, you wouldn't have even survived long enough to reach this bed." Tifa replied, sighing lightly. He sighed, his eyes viewing images behind his eyelids. Braska, if only you weren't so foolish and let yourself die like that... He turned his head, looking at her with a soft smile. "Thank you." "No problem. Just doing my civic duty." Tifa replied, smiling as she joked at him, gazing at him softly. She had to admit, he was quite cute. Had this..........rugged kind of handsomeness to him. Without a doubt, she could certainly tell she was attracted to him, in at least the physical sense. He clenched his eyes as he sat up ever so slightly, siding his arms out of the red kimono, eyes opening to look at the large break in the black and gold armor that he wore under it. "God damnit." He cursed, before flipping the side latches on it. He turned to her. "Can you help me out of this?" "Sure." Tifa replied, standing the leaning over the side of the bed, failing to realize this gave him a good view down her shirt. It wasn't terribly long though, as she helped him get the bit of armor off then returned to her seat. Still, it was long enough to get a decent view at her sizable assets."Better?" she asked, setting the armor down at the side of the bed. She couldn't help but look him up and down. Sure, he had bandages covering up most of his upper body, but she could tell he was well built. She could feel a warmness in her cheeks, doing her best to keep back a girlish blush. His eyes had wandered to look down her shirt when she bent down, stopping himself from licking his lips as she helped him out of his armor. He laid back afterward, pushing his kimono down some more until it was at his hips, relaxing easier. "Yes, much better." "Anything you need? Something to drink perhaps?" Tifa asked, leaning forward and resting her chin on her fist, unintenionally giving him another shot down her shirt. His eyes were closed, so he missed the shot down her shirt. But he did groan a little bit. "No, I am alright. Really. I will be fine on my own." "Oh really? On your own huh? So I suppose you wouldn't mind if I flipped you out of this mattress so that you landed on your new injury. Cause, afterall, you're mister tough guy." Tifa replied. It was obvious she was just joking with him as she had a friendly smile on her face the whole time she spoke. He scoffed, turning his head to look at her with slightly narrowed eyes. "I'm sure you have other stuff to do. I will be fine on my own." "Relax ol boy, I was just teasing you." Tifa replied, still smiling. She didn't mind apologizing to him, but she was harder to upset then him simply telling her to leave him alone. He turned his head back to be facing the ceiling, eyes closing. "I just need some time to rest. You can go do whatever you need to do, I'll be fine here." "And I'll be fine here." Tifa replied, standing her ground as she crossed her arms over her large chest. Though, she looked down and remember the blood all over her clothes. With a sigh, she stood up."Keep those eyes closed please." she said, watching him a few moments before she fished out a clean outfit from her dresser and began to strip out of her bloody clothing, her back to him.......so a quick peek would go unnoticed by her. She had her own bathroom, which was what the door in the corner lead to, which was why she was stripping in her room, with him there. He only watched her for half a moment before turning his head away, looking straight to the wall. Part of the reason why he wanted her to leave the room was acting up again, and he was starting to think that it would be poking up through his kimono by about now. Tifa stripped down to her bra and panties before taking another nervous look at him before quickly getting those garments off and hurrying into the bathroom, shutting the door, but failed to notice it wasn't all the way, and the door slowly swung more and more open. By the time it was fully open, she was unable to see, having already stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over her body. He heard her run into another room, but he couldn't figure for how long. When he heard the shower going on, he sighed in relief. His hands went down, pushing that part of the kimono out of the way and pulling his hard length out. Without even looking to the other room, in fact, laying his head down and closing his eyes, his hand slowly stroked over himself, her image behind his eyelid. Tifa was completely unaware of what was going on in the other room. So, she went about her shower like normal......but at times found herself thinking about the handsome stranger in the next room. While it didn't drive her to pleasure herself, like he was doing to thoughts of her, she did find herself getting a little hot and bothered. Auron let out a soft sound, almost like a grunt, before silencing himself. He didn't want or need her coming back into the room to check on him. Hell, that was one of the reasons why he was going slowly, so he wouldn't alert her. As the shower went on, Tifa found herself getting more and more turned on. She had resorted to pleasuring herself. Though, she lathered up her large breasts..........she took her time. haha. he's in too much pain to be pimp right now. And damn you for not doing what i thought you would! auron's hand kept its long, slow pace on him. His own hand was rather inept at pleasing himself, and the fact that he had to do it slowly only made it worse. Finding herself get more and more lost in her naughty thoughts, Tifa quickly shook her head, forcing those thoughts down before suddenly climbing out of the shower, absent mindedly forgetting to shut off the water as she reached for a towel and dried herself off before wrapping it around her curvy body. He was starting to get annoyed at himself for not being able to get off. He could barely feel it, to be honest, and he was as stiff as a board, a good, long, thick length bobbing out form the pants and kimono. His eyes still closed as he envisioned her. "Enjoying yourself?" came Tifas surprising voice as she stood at the doorway of the shower, arms crossed........a little smile on her face. She wasn't mad or anything. The smile on her face was the kind that a person got when they caught someone doing something embarassing and were trying not to laugh. Auron's hand stopped as his eyes shot open, a look like 'oh, shit' going over his face for a moment before his hands moved and covered himself, pulling the kimono over his member, though it tented somewhat. "Haha." His voice was low, embarassed but still proud. "I'm fine..." "I can see that." Tifa replied, biting her lip to keep from laughing and embarassing him further."I guess we think alike." she said, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink when she thought back to how she almost did the same in the shower. He couldn't help but smirk when he heard that. "Then, why don't you come over here and help me, and I'll help you." "And if I don't? Will you hold me down and ravage poor little me?" Tifa asked, smiling suggestively as she casually started to walk towards him, pulling her towel apart so that he dropped away when she reaching the bed, fully nude in front of him now. He couldn't help but laugh softly at her words, his head turning more to watch her move to him, watching her pull the towel off of her form, and biting his lip at her beautiful nude body. "Nah, even if i wasn't wounded to a bed, I'm not the type for that." Auron shifted his body, his hand reaching out to run over her side and her leg before moving up, gently playing with her breast. "Good, cause I'm a sucker for slow and sensual." Tifa replied, smiling at his hand, gently grasping it as if she was going to stop him..........but she just interlocked her fingers with his before crawling on the bed and straddling his waist. Of course, she was extra careful. Not wanting to risk opening his wound just so she could get some. He smiled as her fingers laced through his, watching her move slowly to straddle him. His hands moved and gently rubbed her nipples, watching for her reaction. "Shouldn't you help me out of my pants and kimono before straddling me?" His voice was soft but teasing as his eyes were on hers. Tifa just smiled at him, laughing lightly before sliding down his body, doing as he had suggested, tugging down his large kimono and dropping it next to the bed before starting to pull his pants down. Since he had been having some fun with himself earlier, she didn't have to worry about undoing them. He watched her slide down, and he picked up his hips to help her. They dropped down as she pulled his pants off, waiting for her to straddle him again. With him naked now as well, minus his bandages, she began to kiss her way back up, going up his leg and thigh, intentionally teasing him by veering away from his manhood when she neared it, sitting up when she reached his waist again."Any other helpful suggestions?" Tifa asked, rubbing her hands over his chest, enjoying just how tone and muscular he was. He let out a soft moan as her lips kissed near his manhood, feeling it brush over her shoulder before she sat up, his eyes locking on hers. "Yes. You can move up here so I can please you." He said. "Oh, are you sure you can handle doing that in your condition? Perhaps all your strength should be saved for the main event." Tifa replied, laughing lightly. She didn't really mind doing either. Just, never hurt to joke around and tease. "Yes, I am fairly certain." His smile was teasing, waiting for her to move up so he could please her. "If you so." Tifa replied, laughing a bit as she slid further up his body, coming to a stop with her pussy above his head while she lightly gripped the head board. He smiled as she moved up, putting her wet core in front of him. His arms wrapped around her legs, holding her to him, pulling her closer to his mouth. His tongue flicked up her whole length of her lips for a moment, before his fingers spread her lips, showing her soaked entrance and clit. His tongue flicked to her clit, flicking over it slowly. Tifa leaned her head back and moaned loud. He sure wasn't taking it slow. He was going right full force at her. Not like she minded. Screw teasing, she wanted the good stuff. He smiled as he heard her moan, and he decided to try something. His tongue went down after a flick, swirling around her hot entrance before flicking up. He did that a few times before going back to her clit, flicking it fast. Tifa gave him a good sign, which was just a very loud moan, along with a little rock of her hips against his face. She couldn't beleive how good this was. Sure, she had had sex before and been eaten out before, but not like this. It had just started, and she was already enjoying it more than a number of past lovers. Her moans made him smile. How his lips wrapped around her clit, gently sucking it into his mouth as his tongue flicked wildly on it, lips moving along its sides. Tifa was clinging unbelievably tightly to the headboard. Actually leaving a few little scratches where her nails were digging in. God, was he good. She bit her bottom lip as he pleasured her further. Not to keep from moaning, but to help in holding back her soon approaching orgasm. She wanted this amazing pleasure to last as long as possible. He smiled as he heard her moans stop, knew that she was close. His mouth let go of her clit, tongue sliding down to her entrance. He swirled it around there before thrusting it in, doing short, fast thrusts with it. Tifa left long claw marks in the wood now. He sure wasn't making easy for her. She held back as long as she could, but with those short little thrusts, she just couldn't take it anymore. Arching her back, thrusting her chest in the air and damn near ripping chunks out of the headboard, she tossed her head back and cried out in pleasure, he juices flowing to her lover beneath her. He smiled as she came, his tongue sliding her oncoming juices into his mouth. "Mmm..." He moaned softly, sending one last flick up to her clit before letting his head fall back. "Simply.......amazing......" said Tifa, quite breathless as she slowly slid back down his body, once again straddling his waist, laying her upper body on top of his, large breasts pressing against his own muscular chest, her head right next to his, face first in the pillow under his head. He smiled as he heard those words, feeling her straddle him again and moved down. His hands slowly traced over her spine. "You think that's amazing... just wait." He smiled to himself as he rubbed his member against her sensitive bud. "Not even gonna give me a chance to rest, huh?" Tifa playfully asked, smiling as she raising her head up to look down at him, her long brown hair draped over one side of her face. He couldn't help but smile bigger at her words. "Why? it's a better orgasm if I dont." He kissed her deeply then, holding her to him as he rubbed against her. "Heh, make sense." Tifa replied, smiling before she returned the kiss with........whatever these two felt for one another. Just met, so love was really out of the question. Perhaps just a strong attraction or full on lust. Only time would tell. Though, they weren't concerned with such matters. He kissed her back deeply as he rubbed against her. "Whenever you want it. " He said in a low voice. But he would only say that now since he knew she wanted it.

['Rikku', 'Yunalesca', 'Tifa', 'Bhed']

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Adventures of a Novice and a Myth | [ Kɪᴛᴇ & Bᴀᴇ ]

The bushes and trees of the Eterna Forest were rustled by many Pok mon who inhabited the lush greenery, but certainly none like her. Baeleaf had no recollection of how long she had been wandering the forest for or even how she got there in the first place but the odd, feminine shaped humanoid Pok mon had appointed herself a peacekeeper, of sorts. With watchful, molten orange eyes she kept her gaze on all corners of the forest and its inhabitants. There were an array of Pok mon that lived there ranging from the docile Wurmple and Bidoofs to more mischievous creatures such as the dusk dwelling Misdreavus. Baeleaf had come to know all of the other Pok mon who took up home in the greenery, away from most prying eyes aside from the trainers who frequented the woods in search of partners and battles with one another. She watched them, curious yet wary of them. There were ones that looked familiar, but that familiarity had struck a fear in her that sent her scrambling away. Others merely visited the forest, hand in hand with one another before they left with little interaction to the creatures. And then...there was someone else. She wasn t certain when he had arrived in the forest, but he hadn t left yet. In fact...he made himself comfortable and seemed to almost live there as she had. While she had paid him little attention at first, assuming he would follow the lead of the other humans who came and left, she realized he wasn t leaving. And it worried her, wondering just what his intentions truly were. Graham Rolandbathed in the cool waters of the lake near his hut, next to the small waterfall that delivered spring water from further up the mountain. The forest canopy filtered the summer light, cooling the forest floor, but the humidity still kept the area mostly stuffy. Between the clear waters of the cool lake and the humidity, Graham was in paradise. Bathing was his favorite time of the day, especially after a tough work week at the electric plant outside the city. He had finally reached his goal of carrying two electbuzz at the same time, though he almost threw out his back. With a tied off bag of pleasant smelling herbs, Graham scrubbed away the day's sweat and dirt, rinsing off under the waterfall. He climbed from the clear waters, shaking the excess moisture from his dark hair before he leisurely strolled to his hut, his body bare for all the forest to see.The interior of Graham's hut was lined in shelves, each containing various gadgets and trinkets, broken or otherwise. He didn't know a thing about being a Trainer, and for all he knew, his shelves held all the most valuable treasures a Trainer could ever desire. Or it could all be junk. His parents had encouraged him to begin his journey as a Trainer, but it never really interested him. He loved pokemon, from the moment he met his first eevee in his backyard to now, in Eterna Forest. He was still clueless though, never having learned the names of the pokemon with which he shared the area. He never owned a pokedex, and felt content just befriending them, showing proper respect when he encountered a new pokemon. His unusual affinity earned him their friendship and support, returning the favor in whatever way he could, typically with his spray bottle. His spray bottle contained a mixture of fresh spring water, rose petals, a drop of honey, and one... candy? He watched a Trainer drop it on accident, and it smelled nice, tasted nice, even, but after tossing it in the spray bottle, everything he sprayed seemed to become stronger. The flowers he planted for the vespiquen and her combees were more robust after he he treated them with the spray, and the bidoofs and buneary seemed to have shinier, softer coats after a few sprays. Even the Vespiquen, combees and some of the wurmples seemed to have shinier, stronger exoskeletons. He carried the spray bottle everywhere, and picked it up to check the contents.Graham frowned a bit, noticing the bottle seemed a bit low on spring water. Setting it aside, he dried his body with a ripped, gray towel and dressed himself in his simple, tattered outfit and heavy leather boots, grabbing the bottle and nearly empty honey jar on his way out of the hut. He waved to a couple bidoof sipping from the nearby lake before beginning his hike to the spring's source. Baeleaf had gotten very good at hiding in plain sight. The different colored tones of her body blended in well with the forest around her, bare feet quiet against the grass and leaves. She learned to avoid most of the branches that littered the forest floor, to best avoid being seen. She was still wary of people spotting her in the forest due to being such an unusual creature, foreign to the forest, and that she was neither a pokemon nor a human. Most of the pokemon had accepted her the tame, neutral Buneary and bug pokemon that often wandered the forest floor seemed to pay her little mind other than the few times the smaller, younger of the species played around her. Some of the ghost pokemon that came out when the sun went down tried to play tricks on her and ensnare Baeleaf. Which lead to why she was so intently watching his human who lived there, among the Pok mon. From her observations of him thus far, he didn t seem to want to cause any harm to them. Baeleaf had seen him tending to the various species that lived in the Eterna Forest with something akin to an adoration and understanding and they flocked to him in return. Her current perch behind one of the large trees that covered the forest granted her a view of the man bathing in the lake. Above all else, he confused her. He was unlike the other trainers she had seen coming into the forest. Not battling against others nor capturing Pok mon in their spherical pods. He left the forest certain days and came back to his little wooden home, Baeleaf had followed him to the forest entrance, then back once more each day, out of sight, always watching. It had become routine for her. Noticing he had finished his bath for the day, walking from the lake unclothed to his home. Once again, she followed behind him from a distance, keeping an eye on what he did. Once back at his home, she peered into the interior of the home and glanced around, only eyes and the top of her head visible from the window. The bottle in his hands was something she had seen him use on the other Pok mon. They seemed to like it well enough, and the lingering scent she had picked up from it was pleasant to her as well. Still she was hesitant to make herself known, and in all honesty, curious about him. He started to move around in his home and she ducked under the window to hide herself. The door closed and she poked her head around the corner to watch him retreat. The bidoof that lingered around his home chirped and squeaked at him as he passed, Baeleaf shuffling over to them with a soft pat on their heads as she fell back into following him once more. The hike to the spring might have felt arduous to a normal person, but to Graham, it was everyday life. Two or three times a week, he would head up to the spring and fetch water to store in the hut or refill the spray bottle directly from the spring, and he never broke a sweat, however, his first year was a true test of his survival skills. After being in the presence of city folk for so long, he had finally decided to move into seclusion, and it was rough. He was far from Pallet Town and working a somewhat dangerous and underappreciated job, so it wasn't long before he was looked down upon for not being born in the region and never having tried his hand at being a trainer. In his first year alone, he had been nearly killed several times just by pokemon feeling threatened, not to mention the cold and occasional sickness he had to endure. Team Rocket had played a part as well, showing up to cause trouble in the forest for some unknown reason with their fire type pokemon. That time, he had resorted to actual violence with his own hands, and still carried scars from the encounters, each one a lesson and a story. His first year in Eterna Forest was definitely one for the books, but a total of 5 years had passed, and he wasn't sure if he could be happier. Sure, his job didn't pay well, and winters were rough if the fluffier pokemon didn't visit his hut, but what little he was forced to buy was easily covered by the savings he had stockpiled, and the beautiful forest around him gave so much in return for his respect and protection.Graham gave a polite whistle and wave to warn the budew and buneary of his approach, as they were drinking from the spring before he had arrived. Neither seemed to mind his presence as he sat on a dry rock near the spring and let the fresh water flow into the bottle, topping it off. After screwing the cap snugly back onto the bottle, Graham turned to hop off the rock, only to find both the budew and buneary waiting nearby. The sight gave him a chuckle, as he knew exactly what they wanted. Hopping down near the small pokemon, Graham knelt down on the thick grass, spray bottle at the ready."Alright you two." He began with a pleasant tone and a genuine smile. "Two sprays each."The budew eagerly approached, its vines open, revealing the large spots within. Graham sprayed each of the spots, which seemed to elicit joy, before it happily trotted off. After patiently waiting, the buneary hopped forward for its promised sprays, both its ears hanging lazily to each side. Graham sprayed each ear, then watched as the buneary used the moisture to groom its chocolate colored pelt, which seemed to gleam in the afternoon light. The bunny like pokemon seemed to squeak a thank you, to which the gentle man gave an approving nod."You and Little Green be safe, Fluffikins." Graham called after the buneary as she hopped away.The adorable pokemon had brought a smile to his face once again. Graham stopped by the spring where his friends had taken their sips and knelt for one of his own, wiping his mouth before beginning his descent toward the vespiquen that graciously provided him honey. Baeleaf had followed him all the way to the spring, curious to see what his next move was. After seeing the trinkets and things he had in his home, she was interested to see what that little bottle he carried around had to do with anything. He was a strange man indeed, having kept her attention for such a time. Carefully keeping herself at a distance, she watched him gather the spring water in the bottle the small buneary and budew seeming to be waiting for him to finish up. Baeleaf tilted her head to the side, eyebrow raised as she watched. What were they waiting for? Was this some sort of...treat for them? Had they encountered him before? Once he started to spritz the two with the water from his bottle, Baeleaf smiled. It was then, she realized, she was happy. Watching this man tend to the pokemon of the forest with such a fondness, and for them to be so happy in return, made her heart pulse with a happiness she d not known for some time. A light, content smile curled at her lips as she put her weight against the tree beside her, watching the happy little buneary and budew chirp and squeak at the human. The two creatures trotted off happily once they had been sprayed with...whatever else contents were in that bottle of his. She knew the spring water was a main part of it, but surely the little critters she had seen couldn t be overly pleased by mere spring water? It wasn t even that humid or hot in the forest at present Baeleaf wanted to know what else was in there to make them all so happy. She was lost in a daze while she watched, barely noticing when he started to leave once more. Pleased to know, and finally feeling comfortable, that he wasn t there to harm any of the Pokemon, Baeleaf turned to leave the spring and continue about her day. This human interested her far more than anyone else she had come across, and she truly wished to know more. Making a note to continue her following of him another day, she headed in the direction they had come from. It wasn t until she was nearby to the hut he lived in that she realized she was still thinking about him. Her interest hadn t waned, in fact it had only grown since she had seen what he did with the pokemon who lived here. Her bare feet stopped in the tall grasses that surrounded his home and she wondered...what would happen if she just took a small peek inside ? Surely she wouldn t take so much time that he would return to find here there, right? She d be in and out before long all she wanted was to get a closer look at some of the things that were in his home. Baeleaf tiptoed over to the hut and carefully pushed at the door. Crouched low to the ground as if that would hide her she carefully stepped over the threshold into his home. Her orange eyes widened at the amount of things he had lining shelves, standing up and taking it all in. Each little trinket had her captivated, stepping close to the shelves and eyeing them with bright eyes. She carefully picked things up to get a closer look, placing them back delicately on the shelves before moving onto the next one and quickly losing track of the time she spent there. Graham descended the mountain easily, Spray bottle in one hand and his nearly empty honey pot strapped to his belt with the remnants of an escape rope. The green grass on the mountain eventually gave way to brightly colored flowers, strangely robust for their species. Though he could easily and quickly descend further, Graham slowed down once the combees came into sight, having no desire to spook them or their queen, whom he had affectionately named "Queenie." With his trademark whistle and a wave, the kind man warned of his arrival, giving a single spray to each group of flowers as he passed, on his way to the massive hive. The buzzing got louder and louder as he approached, which Graham had judged by its pitch to be a good day. The air grew thick with combees harvesting the nearby flowers, but they paid no mind to Graham, some even giving cute smiles to him as he passed. Finally arriving at his typical meeting place near a massive, ancient tree, he hitched the bottle in his belt and took the large honey pot into his hands."Queeeeeeniiiiie!" Graham called out to the vespiquen pleasantly. "I'm ready for more honeeeeeey!"The unique wing beats of the vespiquen were easily heard over the din of the combees. She appeared from the tree, a honeycomb of unusual size in one hand and a trinket in the other. With a charming smile, Graham held up the pot, into which the vespiquen emptied the honeycomb, filling it with hot, aromatic honey. The gentle man couldn't resist the scent, taking a whiff before capping the pot and tying it closed with the rope, then tightly tying it to his waist."Thanks again, Queenie. Your honey is the best!" Graham's genuine words rose above the buzz of the hive.Normally, the vespiquen would have nodded and went about her business, but something seemed different to Graham. He other hand contained a strangely colored trinket, which she held out to her friend. Graham took it into his hands, examining what seemed to be a crushed pokeball, except it was purple and red with a large M on the front. He knew it was a pokeball for sure, at least. With a heavy sigh, the kind man looked up to his flying friend once more after pocketing the shattered remnants."Did someone try to catch you?" Graham asked, concern in his voice.Queenie buzzed an affirmation, pointing one of her limbs toward the nearest road, which resided within walking distance of Graham's hut."I'll keep an eye out, Queenie." Graham reassured her as best he could. "No one is capturing you if I can help it. I'll see you later. Be safe!"As Graham turned to head toward his hut, Queenie's claws latched onto his shirt and she buzzed in a tone he usually didn't here. He couldn't help but chortle at the situation, but met her request anyway. Wordlessly, Graham sprayed his concoction onto the vespiquen's exoskeleton, then used a chunk of cotton to polish her. Queenie's hardened exterior took on an attractive sheen, easily refracting the daylight. She gave a pleasant buzz before heading back toward her hive."Looking good, as usual, Queenie." Graham called after her before continuing on his merry way.A few wurmples and a bidoof later, Graham had finally made it back to his hut. The spray bottle was mostly full, his honey pot had been filled once more, and now he could finally take a moment to relax, or so he thought. He pushed open his hut's door to see what he believed to be a large, plant based pokemon examining his rustic wares. His heart immediately began to race. Pokemon this large were absolutely capable of killing humans, and not only that, but he had never seen this one before. He had no idea what it was capable of. Trying his best to remain calm, Graham let his hands settle at his sides and hid his teeth with pleasantly upturned lips."Hey there." he began in a pleasant, quiet tone. "See anything you like?" There were so many baubles and trinkets in this house she had no idea what to look at next! Shiny things, broken things, sharp things. So many things she was in awe of. Many things he had were items she recognized between seeing trainers who frequented the forest having them or things she d seen on the road that had been dropped. Baeleaf never managed to collect them like he did but now she wished she almost had. Moving between the shelves that were lined with all sorts of items, she picked them up carefully and did a thorough inspection of each before she moved on to the next. He had so many things, she wasn t certain she could examine them all. Baeleaf was so intently staring at one item in particular that she didn t hear his approach. Her molten eyes were glued to what she had in her hand: the prettiest necklace trinket she had ever seen. It glimmered in the available light, delicate and pretty completely worth every bit of her attention. The chain was dangled between her fingers, so light she wouldn t have known it was there if she wasn t looking at the piece of jewelry. The quiet words of the human whose home she was invading startled her to the point where she dropped the necklace on the ground and clamored away from him. A loud gasp ripped from her throat and she wildly looked around afraid that not only had she been caught but he finally saw her. Baeleaf had been following and watching him for such a long time, so carefully, that she scolded herself for being so careless now. Her heart beat erratically in her chest and she breathed heavy eyes wide and regarding him with still morbid curiosity. Was he going to try and capture her? Would he let her leave? Could she even run or would he stop her? The fear that gripped at her entire body had Baeleaf cemented to the floor, mind running with her options and trying not to panic too much. What if he had seen her before, but never made it known? What if he knew who she was, and wanted to sell her off to some lab? Would he do such a thing? Eyes flickering from his form and the open doorway, she mulled over her options. Suddenly, her fight or flight responses kicked in. Swinging her hand up, Baeleaf summoned forth vines in hopes to distract him. Feeling the tendrils form from her wrists, she quickly flicked outwards, watching as they weaved their way in the air towards the dark haired human. Panicking, and not taking nearly enough time to see if her attack had even connected, she snapped her wrist again and the vines disconnected from her body, continuing their flight towards the human. Her feet finally moved and she sprung forward, gathering up all of her energy in an attempt to run by him and escape his home. The tall, hardened man flinched at Baeleaf's sudden, frightened movements. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was she pokemon or human? Was she neither? His heart pounded so hard in his chest, he could hear it in his ears, but all he could do was stare. Grahamneededto know more. Before he could stammer out a question for the creature before him, vines were already flying toward him. Graham's arms immediately shot up to protect his upper body from damage, revealing all the conflict he had survived over the past 5 years. Scars from pokemon and humans alike. Burns, cuts, acid, poison, electricity and bludgeons left their marks, like ink on the pages of the most wonderful, exhilarating, frightening chapter in the book of Graham's life.So far.Baeleaf's attack connected with Graham's tanned, scarred arms, but did only a moderate amount of damage, as her vines disconnected before the blow hit. The hardened man elicited a pained grunt as he leapt to one side, forcing the door completely open and allowing Baeleaf to pass untouched. His curiosity getting the better of him, Graham chased after the creature."Please wait!" Graham shouted as he followed at a sprint, blood flowing from the wounds Baeleaf had given him. "I promise I won't harm you! Just wait!" Her heart was hammering in her chest. There was a fear and adrenaline that spiked her system as she started to run from the hut and away from the human. In her mad dash to get around him, Baeleaf had taken in a quick, close up glance of his body. There were scars covering his skin, paler than his skin tone and showing off years of experiences. How...odd, she mused intrigued, even though she ran for her life. He was following her, she quickly realized. His pace quick, voice clear as she listened to him. Baeleaf had been able to pick up the speech of Pok mon fairly easily their chirps and squeaks easily distinguishable. Human speech was easier to understand, but sometimes the words sounded broken. This time, she understood. But that didn t mean she trusted it. Huffing as she ran, Baeleaf finally turned her head once more to see him still following her. Another flick of her wrist and more vines curled from around her arm, flying out toward him again in another attempt to ensnare his body and halt his further advance towards her. They disconnected and she continued to sprint. This time her attack was more precise, her aim more suited to actually connect and hold him rather than distract him like before. Quickly rounding on a tree she held onto the bark and hid, breathing heavy and leaning against the wood. Her ears perked to listen for movement. In hopes that she managed to actually stop him, Baeleaf peeked her head out from behind the tree with a worried expression. Sure enough, the human was wrapped up in her thicker vines. Panting heavily, Baeleaf mustered enough courage to step out further her curiosity getting the better of her and moving to investigate the human who was so kind and attentive to the other Pok mon in the forest. Surely he would be so kind to her...? And hopefully, those vines would hold him tight. Graham had chased the strange creature as far as he could, and still had enough stamina to pursue her further still, however, Baeleaf's flying vines caused him to raise his bleeding arms in defense once more, slowing down to prevent any tripping. Instead of another outright strike against his already bleeding arms, the vines wrapped tightly around his torso, binding his arms to his chest. During that time, Graham managed to come to a complete stop, losing track of the creature, and slightly confused as to what he should do, now that he was bound. Her head poking out from behind a nearby tree simultaneously gave him some relief and made his heart hammer in his chest, as he wasn't sure he'd be able to release himself from her vines."Uh, hello." Graham started in as much of a pleasant tone as he could muster, given his situation. "I'm Graham. I live around here, and I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to talk. I've never seen you before."The hardened, bleeding man stood still. He couldn't feel his wounds due to the adrenaline pulsing through him, as well as the sole focus of his gaze stepping toward him. Seeing the man struggling to free himself from her vines ensured her that she had succeeded and he was secure. For now. Still wary, she approached with caution crouched low to the ground and ready to turn in her heel and flee again at a moments notice. The pounding, uneven beat of her heart in its cage drummed on in her ears as she continued her slow approach.Baeleaf flinched when he spoke, his tone even and sweet sincere almost despite the fact she had attacked him twice. Her umber colored lips parted as she mouthed back his name G..Gra am? and her orange eyes regarded him with a look akin to curious fear. She knew he lived around here she had been in his home mere moments ago but she was curious as to what he really wanted of her. ...talk? She murmured back. Taking note of his appearance, bleeding wounds from her vines only added to his marred skin, she stepped closer and stood at her full height only a head shorter than he was. Close yet still poised to flee, her hand raised to touch upon one of the bleeding cuts on his arm, drawing back her fingers to look at the red that pooled at her fingertip. Her gaze flickered back up to him. ..talk. Graham's heart leapt and cartwheeled in his chest. He had never witnessed a pokemon speak before assuming what stood before him was a pokemon at all. He didn't move a muscles as she approached, but winced away from her touching his wounds, giving a small "ow" in response. He couldn't draw his dark gaze away from her bright, curious orange eyes, even as she spoke again."Um, Hi." Graham began, maintaining an even, pleasant tone. "I'm Graham. I live in that hut with all the stuff. Um, listen, I need you to untie me. I need to treat my wounds before they get infected. I have more questions for you though, so please don't run off." Baeleaf was certain he was just as surprised by her as she was him. Her contact with humans was not something she wanted most humans she cared little for nowadays, all things considered. But he was different. He willingly lived with the Pok mon in the forest and tended to them with a care as if they were his own family. Perhaps, in a sense, they were his family as much as they were to her. Was it possible they had more in common than she originally thought? Searching his eyes for any hint of betrayal or lie that he could give, she found...nothing. He was completely sincere and Baeleaf was still questioning him. She would, she reasoned, question him for some time. His voice was like a sweet honey, low and careful, pleasant to listen to. He didn t speak loud nor did he speak harsh. He was calm. Now she almost felt bad for injuring him. Almost. He wanted to be let go and Baeleaf shook her head. Letting him go meant he might chase her again...or try to catch her or something worse. On the other hand...he was kind. Baeleaf s mind worked as she thought and finally gave in, reaching up to tug free the vines, gently, feeling them unwind beneath her touch. Once they loosened up enough that they fell naturally, she stepped out of his arms reach and eyed him yet again. In fec? Murmuring the word he said earlier, her index finger raised, pointing to the one bleeding cut on his arm. Graham gave a sigh of relief when Baeleaf began removing the vines that bound him, his heart still pounding from her shake of the head earlier. He still didn't move his legs even after he was freed. Instead, he began untying the honey pot he had strapped to his body, and delved his fingers in, finding the honey still kept a bit warm. He withdrew his fingers and slathered the sweet, raw treat upon his wounds generously."In fec ted." Graham sounded out the word for Baeleaf. "Getting an infection is not good. Anyway, who are you?" Even though it was just a sigh, it surprised her enough that she shifted quickly on her feet. Not to run, but just distance herself a little more. Her eyes followed his every motion from his hands on the rope to the pot at his side. Not realizing it at first, she inched closer, bent at the waist to see what was inside that little pot. Sniffing the air once his fingers withdrew from the pot, her orange eyes widened and she stood straight. Honey! She knew that treat very well. Often she would sneak some from the combees nearby which is where she assumed he had gotten his stash and other times she would steal some from the trees where trainers would attempt to lure Pok mon out. Not only was it amusing to watch them scramble, confused, but honey was delicious. Oo ooh. In fec ted. Baeleaf repeated the word in her mind a few times. He asked her who she was. Index finger pointed to her chest. Baeleaf. Pointed to him. Gray yam. Graham couldn't help but chuckle at the creature's mannerisms and cute voice a stark contrast to his low tones. She was strange, but enchanting, and those molten, seemingly glowing orange eyes were beautiful."Baeleaf, huh?" Graham asked politely as he finished treating his wounds. "That's a nice name. It certainly sounds like a pokemon's name. It's nice to meet you, Baeleaf."The hardened man took a moment to clean his fingers with his mouth, sucking the delicious honey from his digits before returning the cap to its place on the pot and securing it once more. The afternoon sun was beginning to sink, but Graham still had questions for Baeleaf, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to invite her back to his hut, if only for a spot of company. He was used to permitting some of the weaker pokemon into his hut during the winter, in no way a stranger to some of the budew in the area taking shelter when things got rough. Graham mostly enjoyed the company of the fluffier pokemon during colder months though, especially the buneary, with their especially soft, cloud like fur. Having another guest, even though it was summer, still seemed like a pleasant change. The dark haired man turned 90 degrees, showing his intent to leave."I'm headed back to my hut now." Graham said in a polite tone, offering a smile. "You can come, if you'd like. I'll even let you have some honey." She supposed she was considered a Pok mon now, albeit a little different than the normal ones. Baeleaf hadn t realized it but she was closer to him now, enticed by the honey whether he knew it or not. Nice to...meet ...you? She repeated, eyes still watching him curiously. Her mouth mimicked the motion of his own when he licked the honey from his fingers. She was jealous she hadn t gotten honey in a few days and the sweet sticky substance made her stomach rumble a little. Once he replaced the top on his little jar, she made a face. Her curiosity was winning over her initial hesitation of him. While still not completely trusting, he hadn t done anything to give her cause to run yet. He was gentle, unlike many of the other humans she had seen. When he turned, Baeleaf tilted her head and shuffled backwards. The quick motions sometimes put her on edge, but he was making no move to grab a pokeball or anything. In fact, she didn t see any on his person nor had she seen any in his hut. And really, she didn t even think he had a partner Pok mon like many of the trainers she had seen had. He wasn t a trainer then? Just...a man living in the woods? How odd. But so interesting. Graham s promise of honey was what got her to follow, steps behind him and still wary, but following nonetheless back to his home. Graham kept a brisk pace, picking up small branches of dead wood for his firepit along the way. He intended to make good on his promise of honey, but also wanted to have a treat to mark the occasion. He still had a few sweet leaf crackers saved just for dipping in warm honey, and wanted to share the treat with his new friend. With an armful of dead tinder, Graham pushed open the door with his free hand, heading over to the firepit and arranging the tinder for a small fire to warm the honey. It took only a moment for the skilled survivalist to get a small fire going, after which he untied the pot and set it a measured distance away. He moved over to a small box with a simple deadbolt on it and unlocked it, pulling out the few sweet leaf crackers he had left before locking it once more."I make these myself." Graham said with a bit of pride, flashing the crackers. "They go pretty great with honey, and since today is a special day, I figured we could share them."He moved back toward the fire and sat on the mass of blankets and straw, occasionally checking the honey's temperature. flipping open the top of yet another small box, Graham found his wooden ladle. It was somewhat crudely carved, but did the job he wanted nonetheless. Happily, he examined his craftsmanship before cleaning it a bit on one of his blankets and using it to stir the honey in the pot. Following a good few steps behind the human as he wandered back to his hut, Baeleaf watched as he picked up sticks from the ground. Head tilted to the side, she carefully kept a distance and watched. Eventually, she saw some he had missed on the ground and picked a few up, holding the small sticks in her fingers as she trailed behind him. They were back at his home before she knew it, her eyes catching and looking at all of the trinkets that lined the shelves. A glimmer on the floor caught her eye and she looked to see the necklace she had been holding earlier, when he had found her snooping. Still standing in the doorway to Graham's hut, her orange gaze followed him as he moved about the space. Baeleaf dared to step into the home more, watching his every movement. There was another scent that caught her nose and she noticed the flaky looking food in his hand. He said they were good with honey....so they had to be good. She was interested. "Special?" she mused, putting each of the small sticks she had picked up in the fire he started. Baeleaf was interested in what he was doing the honey set close to the fire was giving off a delicious sweet scent, to the point where she could hear her tummy rumbling with hunger. The way he had set it nearby caused her to wonder would the jar break if it were set too close to the fire? While he continued to stir the pot of honey, she bent to pick up the shining necklace from the ground. Again, the moment it was in her hands she was enchanted by the trinket, eyes wide as she looked at the light glimmer off of it. "What this?" Graham stood from the mass of blankets and was next to Baeleaf in but a few steps of his lengthy, casual stride. The scuffed, golden chain she held had a strange memory attached to it.He had been near the road, but out of sight, some time ago, foraging for goods, when the sound of a motor grew close, then ceased completely. Graham had instinctively hid behind a tree and peeked out toward the source of the sound, until the form of a young woman came into view, the chain in one hand while she sobbed into the other. With all her strength, she pitched the chain into the forest, causing it to strike a rock and land next to Graham, whom remained hidden until he heard the motor come alive and disappear from earshot. Only after did he pick it up and examine it before getting into a fight with a flock of Murkrows over the chain. Since then, he had learned to cry in a fashion that would summon the flock of Murkrows with the expectation of shiny objects in the area. It was a useful talent, he found."That, my friend, is a necklace." Graham said warmly. "It's a piece of jewelry meant to be worn around the neck. You're welcome to it." She wondered what had made Graham start accruing all the things he had in his home. They were so....random. He seemed to go out of his way to collect such things for she had never seen anything littered in the woods when she strolled about. Did he keep up with finding these things daily? Baeleaf had found maybe a few things in her travels, shiny little objects she kept and eventually passed along to other Pok mon who found them more interesting or had a place to store them at least. Some of the Murkrow s had taken pieces of some broken fishing rod for their nests, and a buneary followed her around until she handed over a scrap of cloth. While the things would have been nice to keep and mull over, she had no place to actually keep them. Having no home to turn to nor anyone to take up shelter with, she had frequented in staying under thick trees and in the bushes. Baeleaf had come across a large, abandoned house in the forest, but she hadn t lingered long after some ghost Pok mon ran her out. Graham s house was cozy and well kept, even if it was small. When he appeared at her side she jumped, having not heard his footfalls. Necklace. She repeated, eyeing the golden chain once more. The trinket was too small for her to put on over her head and she eyed it, wondering how one would even put it on. Finally with enough fiddling and concentration on her end, she noticed the small, hard to open, clasp. Once the chain clasp opened up and the necklace longer, she put it around her throat, arms attempting to reach around her to clasp it again though it was far more difficult than before. A soft whine came from her pouty lips and she huffed. ...doesn t stay "Let me help." Graham said as he moved behind his new friend, gently grasping each end of the chain, his hands brushing against hers.Skillfully, he linked the clasp with the other end of the chain, then gently set it against the back of Baeleaf's neck, following the chain out with his fingers so that it sat comfortably. With a genuine smile, he came around to the front of Baeleaf, examining the chain."There you go. It looks good on you, my friend." Graham said. "Watch out for those witch birds though. I had to fight them to keep the chain, so I can only imagine what they'll do to get it if they see it."Graham moved back to the honey pot and stirred it some more, finding it of the appropriate temperature and viscosity for the snacks. He set the the sweet leaf crackers next to the warm pot of honey and took one before dipping it directly in the honey. He casually raised the cracker to his lips and took a bite, causing him to groan with enjoyment."It's ready!" Graham said, his mouth full of sweet deliciousness. She was hesitant to accept his help but before she could voice her concerns he was behind her. His fingers delicately took the chain from her and fastened it. The chain itself had little weight to it. Baeleaf could barely feel it on her neck and knew it was there only because he adjusted it against her skin. Her fingers came up to touch upon the metal, head tilted as he complimented how it looked on her. With a nod, she gave a faint smile. She d ward off any Murkrow s or Pok mon trying to get their hands on this little trinket. Eyes on Graham once more, she watched a she prepared the honey by the fire. Her curiousity left her inching forward to see what exactly he was doing. Those bright, orange orbs stayed glued to him as he dipped the sweet smelling cracker into the jar. ...what is...? Baeleaf was...mesmerized. Not only because of her curiousity, but because honey was involved. Reaching for one of the crackers before he finished his bite, she began to mimic his motions. He said it was good, and his expression made her believe him. Following suit, she dipped the edge of the cracker into the jar of honey. The golden, sticky substance dropped from the corner and she watched it collect in the pool of sweet nectar again. Cupping her other hand underneath the honey covered cracker, she brought it to her lips and parted them for a bite. Baeleaf promptly, metaphorically, melted. With a squeal of delight she savored the bite in her mouth. It was so sweet and warm, slightly crunchy from the cracker. Overall it was ...wonderful! Mm! Unable to resist, she took another bite and squealed again. Graham gave a chuckle as he watched Baeleaf. He dipped his cracker once more as well, and took another bite, his eyes full of glee. The hardened man never knew sweets could taste so good with company like her, given each past fiasco of trying to share honey with any of the local pokemon, on multiple occasions. The sun had finally dipped down below the mountain, leaving the sky a dim orange and yellow, perceivable through the entirely out of place window Graham had installed after he had made the hut. It was certainly the kind of window meant for a house in the city, but he had wanted something he could open with a screen to keep the pokemon out, especially the witch birds, and let the cool air in. It gave him a giggle every time he looked through it, even now."Oh, uh." Graham was unsure how to approach his next topic, but tried not to stammer or appear inconvenienced. "Listen, it's getting late out, but if you want to stay, I can lend you one of my blankets. What do you say?" It was clear that Baeleaf was completely absorbed into the sweet treat that he had extended to share with her. Each motion he made to dip his cracker back into the jar, she followed and savored every single bite. The honey was warm on her tongue sweet and delicious and the cracker had wonderful texture and just enough crunch. The berries she had foraged for in the forest were enough to appease her appetite the honey she usually stole or found was often more a rare commodity. Even rarer were the treats she found trainers had dropped. Those she ate up quickly for she knew others would come for them as well. The setting sun brought her back to the present pleasantly full from the sweet honey treat. But now she fidgeted, uncomfortably sitting with Graham in his home. He was kind, that much was true, but there was the lingering fear that settled over her. Baeleaf didn t want to let her guard down, just in case. So his offer to allow her to stay was met with the girl shuffling backwards towards the door. ...N no. There was no reason for her to stay she d survived this long on her own meeting him and sharing a meal didn t mean she was willing to stay at his side forever now. Besides, if he wanted to see her again so badly...he could find her. Surely. No need. "Are you sure?" Graham's jovial mood was thick in his voice, his mouth half full with honey and cracker. "You can have all the honey you want, if you do."After swallowing, he leaned forward, checking on the honey. It was warm and thin enough to drink, the pot still quite full. Graham couldn't help himself, mixing the pot a bit before ladling some directly into his mouth, savoring the delightful taste. She.... was certain...wasn't she...? Baeleaf had only, officially, met this man mere hours ago. Staying with him, in his home, for the night? There was no possible way... Orange eyes were transfixed on his form the dark, marred skin of his arm reaching out to stir the small pot of honey near the fire. She could almost see the muscles working beneath the skin while he cradled some of that liquid gold to his lips to drink and she licked her lips as she watched him. All the honey, he had said. If that were true... and he was willing to part with the sweet, sticky substance, then maybe. "O one... night..." she managed. "Sounds good." Graham said with a genuine smile. "I don't have much space, but I have blankets, if you're cold. It's been kinda' warm out, so I've just been laying on the pile."He rose from the mass of straw and heavy blankets, picking one up and hastily folding it into a pillow for his guest. He handed it to Baeleaf and folded another for himself, setting it aside."I'm gonna' go get a bit of water from the lake to douse the fire." Graham said as he unlaced his heavy leather boots and picked up a cracked pot from beside the door. "Go ahead and have as much honey as you want before bed, if you'd like."With a charming, genuine smile, the hardened man brushed away a dark lock of hair and headed out into the dark, barefoot. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have a well mannered guest, and one who could speak at that. As he submerged the rustic vessel in the mirror like waters of the lake, Graham looked to the sky with a smile, admiring the beauty in the sky and stars, basking in the atmosphere of Eterna Forest. All his worries, forgotten, even his recent honey slathered wounds seemed to be healing just fine. Pulling up the pot, Graham headed back to his hut, enjoying the evening chill of the water. While still...unsettled by her agreement to stay with him, honey would be the end of her, Baeleaf watched as Graham gathered up some of his sleeping materials. Folding them and passing them over to her, the accepted the hastily thrown together item and nodded in thanks. She had been sleeping in the forest, amongst the other pokemon, for such a long time now she didn't remember what a bed even was. Her eyes never seemed to leave him, she was so interested in everything he did. She hadn't been in contact with a human in such a long time not one she liked at least so Baeleaf's attention was constantly drawn towards Graham. Her fingers idly touched at the necklace. Only nodding to him in response, she watched as he left the hut in search of water for the fire. He was giving her free reign of his home, not that she hadn't seen almost all of it when she snooped earlier, but the honey, too. Another flick of her tongue over her lip and she eyed the pot. Settling on the floor, she reached for the wooden ladle he had been using earlier and collected some of the thinned, still warm liquid and took a mouthful. Baeleaf chirped loudly at the sweetness as it washed over her tastebuds once more. Depositing the ladle back into the pot, she shuffled back to where she had set the pillow he had given her, pulling it into her lap to await Graham's return. There was an uneasy feeling that washed over her senses. In part due to the strange environment she willingly subjected herself to, Baeleaf tried to push the thoughts from her mind that something could go...wrong. Surely Graham wouldn't turn her into those lab coat wearing terrors, would he? Giving him the benefit of the doubt, she sat, cross legged on the floor and waited for his return. Graham gently nudged the door open with his free hand, his other hand busy with the water pot. He set it down next to the fire pit before putting the cover on the honey, but leaving it unstrapped for his guest, whom he turned to afterwards."You can sleep wherever you like, Baeleaf." The jovial man commented with his pleasant tone. "I've got plenty of space on the hay for both of us as well."Kneeling down, Graham carefully took the water pot in both hands and doused the small fire cautiously. The inside of the hut was almost pitch black to a normal human, that is. Graham's eyes adjusted to the inside of his hut slowly, helped by the moonlight entering the out of place window. leisurely, he moved over to the mass of straw and blankets he called a bed before removing his simple, tattered shirt. Though Baeleaf didn't quite seem to be a pokemon, he figured she wouldn't care if he had removed his garments she was nude herself, save for the gold chain she wore. More scars littered the dark skin of his torso with lighter tones, some large gashes, others burn scars from the Team Rocket Reconnaissance Group. Whenever anyone hassled him about his scars, especially the one on his face, he always made excuses. "It was some asshole trainer," or "Eterna City has some rough pubs." He'd never blame the forest, least of all the pokemon he lived among, and he refused to utter the name "Team Rocket" in any accusatory sense. The last thing he wanted was collateral damage being dealt to the forest or any of its inhabitants because Team Rocket came to find him. He'd protect all the pokemon he could reach, and he'd wear his battle scars with pride until his dying breath. He swore it to himself, and now, that oath had grown to encompass Baeleaf."Rest easy, my friend." Graham said as he plopped onto the soft mass, giving a pleasant sigh as he wearily stared at the dilapidated ceiling of his hut. She noticed that there was a decent spot where his bed had been made up. The hay that he used as a cushion from the hard floor was neatly strewn about. His tone that he spoke to her in was always...happy. Like he was pleased to be speaking to her. Baeleaf wondered what other interactions he had she knew he spoke with the Pok mon in the forest, and surely he had to know some other humans when he left the woods. Did he have friends? Family? The questions ran through her mind she'd started compiling a list to bombard him with...should she find the time and feel comfortable asking so much. With a nod, Baeleaf watched was the fire was quickly doused by the water. Instantly, they were enveloped in darkness. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the pitch darkness, picking out Graham's form. Quietly she shuffled about, and adjusted her little makeshift pillow. Orange eyes danced as they looked at his skin, the scarred flesh and marred, lighter toned skin holding her attention as he settled into his bed. So many questions filled her mind... Watching as Graham made himself comfortable in his blanket covered straw pile, Baeleaf attempted to do the same, scooting close but not too close! to him. Her eyes still roamed his body, fingers itching to trace the jagged lines of his scars. It would be strange, to touch him though, so she relented. Plus he was awake...and she wasn't certain she could clearly explain to him why she was touching him. Instead she decided to wait until he fell asleep and conduct a thorough investigation of her own. In addition to that, she couldn't sleep. Being in the strange, unfamiliar home with a strange and unfamiliar person made her stomach flutter with an uneasiness. There was a part of her that wanted to leave for the night, come back at first morning light and pretend like she stayed. But, if he woke and somehow found she'd left... the guilty feeling that suddenly came over her made Baeleaf talk herself out of that thought. She wasn't sure how long she had laid there, staring up at the ceiling or looking through the window. Graham was sleeping beside her on the floor and Baeleaf rolled onto her stomach before she sat up, closing the distance between them a bit more so she could more easily look at the scars that littered his body. There was enough moonlight filtering into the hut that she was able to clearly make out some of the lines, gently raising her hand to trace her fingers over his flesh. She looked over every inch of him between his marred skin and the gentle lines of his face, the way his hair fell over his forehead and the light rise and fall of his chest as he slept. He was a gentle man, and that only raised more questions as to why he was so...damaged. Was he almost like her? Once tortured and abused now seeking refuge in the deepest parts of a lonely forest? As she sat deep in thought mulling over the different possibilities and reasons for why he looked the way he did, why he stayed here of all places, Baeleaf didn't hear or see the little creature enter in the hut. Veiled in darkness, a sneaky Misdreavus entered the home and fluttered around towards the ceiling, eyeing the two below and eyes bright with mischievous intent. With a noise akin to a quiet snicker, the Misdreavus started to take in a deep breath with the intent to scream, waking the familiar human from his slumber and scaring the girl from her daze. Baeleaf suddenly jumped at the shrill cry, eyes wide and heart thumping against its cage as the Misdreavus giggled in delight. Graham had been certain to hear it as well, waking him, and Baeleaf growled. Up on her feet she waved her hands at the little ghost Pokemon and flung some vines in its direction. "Shoo!" "Guh!" Graham was startled awake by the Misdreavus he had forgotten to lay a trap for.He had wanted to confront her properly, but each week, seemingly at random, she'd come and shriek him awake, before retreating with a giggle. While he didn't hate the ghostly pokemon for it, he'd rather she didn't do it, and had intended on bribing her with honey or items, if it got her to stop. With a groan, Graham sat up, his heart coming down from the adrenaline rush the misdreavus had given him."Hey!" Graham grumpily shouted at the Misdreavus, pointing at her lazily. "If you promise to stop, I'll share some honey with you." Misdreavus cackled with delight, eyes twinkling as Baeleaf tries to shoo her off from the hut. With Graham now startled awake, she turned her orange eyes on him and grumbled softly at the mischievous little ghost Pokemon. The Misdreavus continued to float around the top of the hut while Graham slowly gained consciousness and Baeleaf furiously narrowed her eyes at the creature. While she hadn't been asleep, she had been...invested in something else, and she was upset it had been interrupted. Honey perked her ears and for a moment Baeleaf frowned. How much honey did he have? She didn't want it all to go away... He promised her some, too. Misdreavus also stopped her giggly floating and looked at the human. It was true she'd been having fun scaring him from his sleep the last few weeks especially. It had given her something to do in the boring nights that the forest had to offer. The mansion in the woods had gotten boring, no one else came there for her to haunt and spook. Making a little noise, Misdreavus floated over to one of the shelves that lined the hut walls. While honey was a delicious little treat she enjoyed, she was able to sneak it from the Vespiquen and Combees while they slept at night. No, she wanted something else. Picking up a shiny little trinket from the shelf, she moved over to drop it into Graham's hand. It caught Baeleaf's curiosity as well and she leaned over Graham's hand to take a look at the little thing. "Hm." Graham mulled over the thought of giving the badge to the mischievous pokemon.He had watched a trainer flee in terror from his combee friends after agitating them with something as foolish as trying to capture their queen. The trainer had dropped the badge a year ago, during the escape, and Graham had kept it since then, being no stranger to badges some of his coworkers flaunted them in his face, speaking of the fame and women being a badge earning trainer would get you. Out of courtesy, the hardened survivalist held onto the badge, eventually forgetting it occupied his shelf, but never forgetting the look on the face of the trainer as he fled with all his might."If you promise not to prank me anymore, I'll let you have it." Graham said as he raised the badge up to the ghostly pokemon. "I didn't earn it, so I'm willing to part with it." Both Misdreavus and Baeleaf eyed Graham and the badge in his hands. Surely, as most of the things he had in his home, there was a story to why he had it. The Misdreavus, for instance, had collected a few things in her travels which she would often tease trainers with. This badge would be a nice addition to her collection, and she was interested to see what the human would say. With the badge extended out to her, Misdreavus fluttered around and mulled it over. While seeing the surprised look on his face every night she had come to wake him, she was hesitant to come back especially with that girl glaring at her but she knew she could get even more kicks with the badge. For Misdreavus had seen the human trainer in question searching the forest floor for something, and she'd bet that this little, shiny badge was the reason. Snatching the little badge up, Misdreavus floated back to the ceiling and eyed her new prize. With a chirp, the ghost pokemon headed for the door. Baeleaf tilted her head she understood that chirp. "Uhn.." Before she could say much else, the little ghost was gone. "...she will stop." "Finally." Graham said sleepily as he flopped back onto his bed, having lost the alertness the Misdreavus' scream had given him. "Thanks, Baeleaf. I appreciate it."His eyelids fluttered for a moment, his level of gratefulness only barely expressed. It didn't take long for Graham to enter his previously disturbed deep sleep once more, his arms at his sides and his bare, scarred chest facing the ceiling. He had always found it easy to sleep while he occupied the forest, even before he had finished his hut. Having such wonderful company only made it easier for him. His quiet breaths slowly came and went, his lips only barely parted. She wasn't surprised that the Misdreavus had given Graham so much grief. The other ghost Pokemon she had seen in the Old Chateau had frightened even her when she tried to stay here. Baeleaf couldn't imagine one of them coming, randomly, in the middle of the night just for a quick scare. Her eyes were on him once more as he fell back into his straw bed. Within mere minutes, he was asleep once more. The adrenaline must have exhausted him even more. Once she noticed he was back into his deep slumber, Baeleaf crawled over to where he was laying. Her earlier investigation of his various scars had been interrupted and she was determined to look once more. The more she looked, the more questions she had. Soon enough, she was laying on her stomach, resting on top of the makeshift pillow he had made for her. Chin resting in her left hand, her right trailed lightly over his skin, keeping a watchful eye to make sure she didn't stir him from his sleep. Her eyes were growing heavy, however. There was a light scent she had picked up on when she had first entered his hut and now she realized it was actually Graham. The scent itself was pleasing to her, and curled a little closer to him once more. Her fingers idly traced the scar on his cheek gently. Realizing she was growing more tired by the moment, she attempted to move, but he was warm. She didn't get far Baeleaf fell asleep in her attempt to distance herself, head resting on his shoulder. Graham's eyes fluttered open to morning light entering his window. Even though he'd been scared awake, as per the misdreavus' weekly visits, he trusted it'd be the last time he saw her in that particular capacity. With a yawn, he turned his head to check on his guest, only to find the top of her head mere inches from his face. She had fallen asleep upon his shoulder, and he found it absolutely adorable, as he stifled a chortle. With his free arm, he reached over and began gently stroking the lengthy leaves upon Baeleaf's head in an attempt to wake her."It's time to get up, Baeleaf." Graham's voice came out just above a whisper in his low tone. "I'm sure you're ready for breakfast." She couldn't remember a time when she slept so well. Usually her nights were rife with nightmares, constantly waking her from sleep and making sure she looked over her shoulder, never really resting. This night, however, she slept straight through the night without even a hint of waking. Baeleaf was comfortably warm there was the light chirps and noises of pokemon waking from the night the sunlight was warm on her skin. The feeling atop of her head where her hair formed into leaves tickled and she hummed softly. Scrunching her face, orange eyes opened slowly. Promptly, she blinked away her sleep and jerked in surprise. She'd forgotten about Graham even more she forgot she fell asleep on him his hand the cause of that tickling sensation on her head making her squeak in surprise. "..so sorry." His hand was warm, gentle on her and it made her close her eyes once more, content to stay where she was... but she was already mildly embarrassed that he woke up before her, and to find her dozing on him. Sitting up straight and putting a little distance between them, Baeleaf stifled a yawn and felt her face grow warm. Breakfast sounded good, the low rumble in her stomach making her clap a hand over it. With a nod to Graham, her mouth watering at the thought of food. "Mm.. mhm." "You're just fine." Graham whispered in response to Baeleaf's apology, giving her the space she desired once she rose from the bed.At the rumble of her stomach, the fully rested survivalist gave a chortle in response, standing on his feet and stretching his muscular limbs until satisfied. The door of the hut seemed to rumble a bit, prompting Graham to approach it and open it. A familiar buneary hopped into the hut, dumping its trove of various berries into a nearby bowl that sat near the door for this very purpose."Ah, Fluffikins. Thank you very much. You're too kind." Graham said as he pulled his spray bottle from his belt and gave his furry forest friend a spritz.With a chirp, she hopped away into the morning light of the forest. The occasional pokemon offering him food was always a much appreciated treat, and saved him the time of having to forage. As he moved past Baeleaf, he handed her the bowl with a smile and knelt near the bed, unearthing and pulling up a wooden plank. A small, watery chamber lay underneath, containing six large eggs and an assortment of vegetables. Graham withdrew two eggs, then stopped, his consideration taking hold."Do you eat eggs, Baeleaf?" He asked curiously. Baeleaf's features were, even though barely visible due to the nature of her odd skin coloring, flushed. The deep color change only increased as she watched, again fascinated, by his muscles under his skin stretching and fighting the lack of use from sleep away. At the door rumbling, she got to her feet, suddenly overcome with anxiety. Who was it? The mischievous ghost pokemon from the night before? A friend? Someone...worse? When Graham opened the door, Baeleaf visibly relaxed at the sight of the small buneary with its offering of berries. Delicious looking berries. Often this was around the time she would forage for her own breakfast of berries in the forest. There was a bowl by his door that was suddenly filled with the colorful, sweet and tart berries. Again, he had that little bottle with him and the buneary was delighted to be spritzed with the contents. What was that? Once the buneary had left, Baeleaf stood and held the bowl in her hand, unable to help herself and plucked a berry and popped it into her mouth. She watched him, curious, as he moved about the hut. The small panel on the floor opened up. "Ooh!" How interesting! A small, hidden compartment in his floors! She wondered.... patting another board with her hand, she was only a little frustrated to see it didn't give the same result. Her head tilted to one side, realizing he asked her a question. "...egg?" Noticing the bottle at his hip, she shuffled over to him and reached for it. "What...what this?" Graham set the eggs aside, wordlessly permitting Baeleaf to handle the bottle. He still had to get his grill and pan ready, as well as the fire."That's... Eh..." He didn't have a name for it, but it was special to him, and seemingly, the pokemon in the area. "It's a special spray. I use it on plants, mostly, but the other pokemon seem to like it. Wanna' try it?"As he spoke, Graham found his flint and steel once more, trying to light the tinder in the pit again. "...spray...?" In favor of holding the little bottle, she set the bowl of berries to the side and stole one more. She eyed the contents of the bottle, knowing there was fresh spring water in there at least. The rest she was uncertain about, but it seemed to make all the pokemon she'd seen him spritz it with happy. The plants around his hut also seemed to be greener, lush and vibrant. "Mm...mhm...!" It had taken her a moment to decide, but after remembering how the buneary looked after getting spritzed with the special bottle, she wanted to know just what kind of residual effects it had. Extending the bottle back to him, she urged him to take it, eyes set on him with a determination. "Spray!" "Oh, you want a spray?" Graham asked as a few embers came to life in the firepit.The hardened man turned around, setting his flint and steel aside before taking the bottle."Alrighty. Close your eyes." He said before misting her face with the spray.It seemed to have a pleasant effect on the mood and appearance of the pokemon he spayed, and the plants he regularly tended to with it were certainly stronger and more vibrant. Graham was certainly looking forward to how it would affect Baeleaf. Her eyes didn't leave Graham, still holding the bottle out for him to take. There was an excited bubble in her stomach, curious and looking forward to the little spritz. Her eyes slipped shut at his command and moments later she felt the spray of the cool water on her face. It smelled wonderful, floral and sweet she detected honey in there and she took a deep breath of the mist. At first, she didn't feel any different. Orange eyes opened once more and she pouted slightly, lips puffed out and brows furrowed. Disappointed that it was just a sweet smelling spray of water, Baeleaf huffed, sitting back down and crossing her legs. "Mmr...it didn't." Oh. Suddenly she perked up there was a slight boost in her energy and she quickly shifted to sit on her knees. Bouncing. "Oh." She felt...stronger... There was something that overcame her quickly, warm and spreading over her body it was strange and she liked it. A little squeal of delight came from her lips and she wiggled. She couldn't remember a time when she felt this...nice. "More!" "Ha, I'm glad you like it!" Graham said happily as he sprayed Baeleaf a couple more times.He hadn't expected such a reaction, but he definitely felt like he should have. All the other pokemon he treated came away in a good mood, so why wouldn't his new friend? Graham couldn't help but smile at Baeleaf as he knelt before her. Each little spritz he gave her made Baeleaf squeal in delight, chirping excessively at the honey and flower scents mist. Whatever else was in there made her feel good and she understood now why the other pokemon in the forest flocked to him. "Mm.. I like spray." So far, Graham had proven to her that he was overall a good person. While her opinion of humans as a whole was still up for debate, she could see herself spending a little more time with him, as long as he stayed in the forest and she wasn't taken away. With Graham leaning down in front of her, she finally calmed down and beamed, bright and cheery at him. Graham found Baeleaf's adorable smile quite contagious, and returned one of his own, finding her radiant gaze entrancing. He pulled himself away to finish the set up, setting the metallic grill over the lit firepit and setting a skillet on top of that. Skillfully, he cracked the two large eggs and dumped them into the skillet, letting them cook until they were over easy, meanwhile, he chopped up the vegetables, turning them into bite sized chips. With ease, he slid both of the items onto a single plate, and found his trusty cast iron fork. Rather than eating right away, Graham sat next to Baeleaf with a smile."Would you like to try an egg? I cook them a little runny." He said as he offered his plate. "I prepared some cold veggie chips as well." Baeleaf quickly realized that Graham s smile and overall energy was also quite infectious. More and more, little by little, she came to see why so many pokemon came to enjoy his company and the small things he had to offer them. There was a phrase she d heard a long time ago about actions speaking louder than words, and Graham s actions for the forest spoke leagues. Keeping her molten gaze on him for the entirety of the time he cooked, Baeleaf was fascinated by how quickly and efficiently he worked. There was little she could do other than just observe his hands working with practiced ease to cut the vegetables whilst also keeping an eye on the cooking, delicious smelling eggs over the fire. Her stomach continued to rumble and she shushed it once, quietly. With the plate extended to her, Baeleaf gingerly accepted it and held it in her grasp. The spread of egg and colorful vegetables that decorated the plate looked appealing to her and she used the fork to take a stab at the vegetables and pop some in her mouth. They were crunchy and flavorful and another pleased chirp escaped her. Munching on the vegetables, she swallowed them down before she gently poked the yolk of the egg, watching the yellow jiggle. Ooh.. she wasn't sure how to approach eating this...so she tried her best. Cutting into the egg, the yolk ran over the plate and she cut again, gathering up both the yolk and white of the egg and scooping it into her open mouth. Mm another hum of delight and Baeleaf wiggled, excited and pleased with the quick, simple meal he cooked up. Fork resting on the edge of the plate, she offered it back to Graham with a thankful smile. "Ah, so you do like eggs. Good." Graham responded as he picked up the fork. "And you know how to use a fork. Nice."Graham tried to take his time, but ended up shoveling the rest of the plate into his mouth. Afterwards, he closed up the secret storage area, wiped down the cookware, put out the fire and cleaned up before putting on his tattered shirt. Another fine Saturday morning, made even better by Baeleaf's company. If every day was going to be nearly this pleasant, he wanted her to stick around, though the thought of asking her outright made him nervous."Well," Graham began, laying on his side, "I'm free all day. Is there anything you'd like to do, my friend?" Mm, Baeleaf hummed and tilted her head, eyeing the plate and utensil as he ate. I r member, though...the forks weren t heavy metal like his, they were light, flimsy. She hadn t eaten eggs before though those were delicious though. The next few minutes passed by quickly he scooped the food into his mouth and quickly wiped down everything he had used to cook. Watching Graham move and work around his house was different usually when she had observed him, she was on the outside looking in through his window or door. Sitting quietly on the floorboards of his home, she watched abs he went about some routine of cleaning and dressing for the day. And he asked what she wanted to do. Blinking as she thought, Baeleaf tilted her head. Usually by now she was perched in the trees watching passerby trainers walk through the forest. Her days were usually the same watching curiously at all the different people and Pok mon that passed through. Baeleaf knew, after observing for so long, that there were more species of Pok mon that came through than the ones that simply lived here. She was always so interested in seeing them come through. Uh uh. She shook her head. She began to fidget a little with the lack of things that were actually going on now her fight or flight was slowly ticking to flight.It wasn t even that she felt uncomfortable around him either in fact, she was starting to enjoy his company, and not only because he spoiled her with honey and other delicious foods. But the constant of being around someone still unfamiliar to her brought to the surface some memories she didn t like to touch upon. The chirp of bird Pok mon outside his window and the warm rays of sunlight filtering in calmed her down, and Baeleaf pointed. Walk? "Sure, I'm up for a walk." Graham said as he sprung up from his relaxed position on the makeshift bed.After dusting off his bare feet, the hardened man slipped into and laced up his hard leather boots, checking the steel toes for damage. Finding none, he stretched his body before holding open the door for Baeleaf, another smile on his face."Lead the way, my friend." Graham said as his honey gaze met her lovely orange eyes. "I'd love to see your favorite spot." Still entranced by his every movement, Baeleaf kept her eyes on the human as he dressed and readied for the day. Today must be one of those days where he didn t have to leave the forest for hours at a time. Recalling it now, she remembered her curious delight when he d returned one day the first time she started to watch him. Stepping over the threshold into the warm sun and crisp air, she breathed in deep and took a good look over the area. There was chirping not too far off, a slight rustle of bushes across the way. Things seemed, for now, to be normal. Usually by now she d have completed, or nearly completed, her walk of the perimeter of the forest. But since she had spent the night at Graham s hut, her routine was thrown off. Head tilted upwards to look at him, she frowned a bit. Favorite..? Finger resting on her chin, she thought for a moment. Her favorite spot...Oh! Reaching around, she gently grasped his wrist and lightly tugged. When she was certain he could follow, she started to walk. Their destination was a bit of a walk from his hut but, she loved it. There weren t many places in the forest to see from up high, but she d found one on the edge of the forest. It was risky, anyone who had plans to enter the Eterna Forest could potentially spot her one day, but she made sure she was always quiet and quick. A few times in their trek, Baeleaf motioned for him to be quiet or crouch low, to avoid any wandering eyes. Finally they came across the rocky cliff side of a neighboring mountain. Carefully ascending the rocks and making sure Graham was close behind, she came to a plateaued rock formation. It was wide enough where they could both stand comfortably. The best part was the view it offered. The entire forest was laid out before them lush and green. There were pockets where trees had been cut to carve a pathway to the Old Chateau mansion on the other end the gentle plume of chimney smoke coming from the chateau s general direction. Baeleaf loved this spot. She could see everything, and the sight of the greenery calmed her. My...favorite. The hardened survivalist followed his new friend skillfully and seriously, his boots on the forest floor nearly as quiet as the girl he followed. Given her wits, he was sure she didn't want to be captured by a trainer, or worse."Woah." Was all Graham could manage as he stood side by side with Baeleaf, gazing at the beautiful sight before them.He had never taken the time to climb up here, but now he was glad he did, the bonus being that he was sharing the sight with good company. He couldn't help but notice the old path and the plume of smoke. He was sure that mischievous ghost pok mon lived in that direction, but he had never been, specifically for that reason."Do you know what's out there, Baeleaf?" Graham asked as he examined the wispy smoke rising above the canopy. There was a light breeze that picked up and ruffled some of the leaves on her body, but her gaze and attention was solely on Graham and his reaction to the view. She had never brought anyone up there with her not that she had anyone to bring up, of course. But to see him happy, it made her warm and fuzzy. When he questioned the smoke, she nodded. Eyes on the smoke once more, Baeleaf grumbled and pouted some. Yes, she remembered the day clearly. When she d stumbled upon the Old Chateau one of her first nights in the forest, she was happy to have found what looked like an abandoned building for her to sleep and take shelter in. Wandering the dark and dusty halls had been eerie enough, but the ghost Pok mon that lived in the manse were far more mischievous that she d anticipated. A few loud knocks, Pok mon popping out from locked doors and some delighted cackling, Baeleaf fled and never returned. She hated that mansion. Rrrg, she grumbled some more and balled her fists, then quickly crossed her arms. Ghost mansion.. she shook her head and the leaves framing her face shook. Don t like. At Baeleaf's words, the familiar crackle of wood and bark reached the pair, causing Graham to carefully examine the area. Another crack filled the air, and the hardened man watched as a single tree vibrated violently before slowly falling. Panic coursed through his body, and his senses sharpened. He could make out the top of the giant stump Queenie's hive resided in, right next to where the tree had fallen. A fierce look took his features as he remembered the shards of the strange pok ball, still in his pocket."Let's go!" Graham shouted, inadvertently, spinning around and descending the mountain as fast as he could manage without falling.Weaving through trees and leaping over rocks, Graham took the most direct route to his hut, his body pushing its limits for the first time in what felt like ages, fueled by rage and a desire to protect his friends. The door of his hut came off its weak hinges as he slammed into it, launching it into a shelf, which fell to the floor, scattering bottles and trinkets. Sparing nothing for the damage he caused, Graham retrieved a pair of hardy fighting wraps, old wooden knuckle dusters and a pair of old wooden greaves. It took the hardened man only a moment to strap the greaves to his legs, afterwards skillfully wrapping his hands, wrists and forearms. His tunnel vision finally lifting, Graham noticed a nearby combee buzzing frantically, no doubt sent to request aid."Get back to Queenie and try confuse whoever's attacking! I'll be there as soon as possible! Go!" Graham commanded as he slipped on the knuckle dusters.While the combee made for the battleground as quickly as its wings would take it, Graham turned to Baeleaf and set his hands on her shoulders, his golden brown eyes set on her iridescent, fire bright gaze, his expression entirely serious."If you aren't up for this, I understand," His tone firm, "but I'm going. I need to protect them, even if I get hurt." The peaceful moment they shared with one another suddenly turned far more grim than she could have expected. Her molten gaze searched his form and a worried expression crossed her face. The forest, in her time there, had never seen a destruction so bad as to topple a tree. There had been storms, fires, landslides. But nothing such as this. The crack that resounded through the forest had a flock of Murkow's flying from their nests and taking to the sky. Before she could say anything, Graham took off. Scrambling to catch up and keep up his pace, Baeleaf's brisk jog turned into a run as she followed him through the trees and bushes back to his home. His ferocity was something she hadn't seen on him before the fear he had for the forests safety and all her inhabitants was a comfort to know. Baeleaf watched, in a near daze as he hurried about his hut, the shelf torn down and items strewn about the floorboards. While he readied himself for a battle, she kept her eyes on the little Combee that flittered around in a panic before finally heading back the way it came. Hesitant to approach Graham when he was in such a flurry, the stayed by her spot at the door, frequently turning her attention in the direction towards the hive of the Vespiquen and her Combees. It wasn't until his hands found her shoulders that she searched his face eyes boring into his own and she nodded her head. While she was nervous to engage with another human, she understood his need to protect the forest. She lived there too. And she wanted to see all of them safe. Gently she raised her hand and set it over one of his. "I help, too." With another scream of a demand, the young brunette watched the trees surrounding the hive of bee pokemon fall, slow and steady, creaking as they fell. Her dutiful pokemon laid waste to the area per her command as the girl seethed, eyes focused on the Vespiquen protecting her hive. If she had just been caught like a good pokemon, none of this would have happened! A hive worked under a queen, but surely the Combee's could get a new queen? Besides, the only thing pokemon were good for were to be captured by trainers to use in battle against others gym leaders and the Elite Four. It was only right for a trainer to show off their pokemon and battle prowess. So when the Vespiquen had repeatedly escaped her pokeballs and refused to be captured peacefully, the brunette had grown angry. Then she was run out of the forest by the angry queen and her lackeys. Of course that wasn't going to stop her! She'd get her hands on that Vespiquen if it cost her half the damned forest what did she care? It was just woods they'd grow back. No one was going to be able to stop her not with her Lucario and Meinfoo at her side to take anyone, human or Pokemon, down. "Thank you." Was all the frantic, battle ready survivalist could manage.Graham was sprinting once more, headed directly for Queenie's hive. It didn't take long to find the destructive pokemon and the trainer that commanded such heinous acts to be carried out. His initial instinct was to launch a surprise attack on the trainer, but he found himself reigning in his rage, wanting to resolve the situation as peacefully as possible. He approached her speedily, but stopped feet away."HEY!" Graham roared. " Are you fucking psychotic?! Stop this!" Quickly, they made their way towards the field where the Vespiquen's hive was. Baeleaf's heart pounded in her chest with worry for the pokemon there the trees that fell on their way like thunderclaps in the quiet green. With a laugh, the brunette eyes the destruction her pokemon caused to the field the large stump that housed the Vespiquen's hive had taken some damage, but the trees surrounding the field were falling in and infringing the area. Any more trees that fell could put the hive at risk for being trapped beneath dense treetops. At the arrival of two humans or rather one human and one strange humanoid creature the brunette glared and balled her fists. The intruders presence caused her pokemon to return to her side and stand before her in defensive positions. "Why should I?! It's all the fault of this stupid bee pokemon! If she'd just been captured to begin with this wouldn't be happening to them!" "You're out of your mind!" Graham's volume still akin to a roar. "That's their home! Get the fuck out of here or I'll beat your ass!"Graham adopted a defensive stance, trying to protect his head from blows, given his lack of a helmet. He had never seen the pok mon standing against him, but his resolve was unshakable. Protecting his friends was all that mattered. She stomped, huffing as her hands balled into fists and her face scrunched up into another glare. "So what if it's their home!? What else are Pok mon good for other than weapons!?" She screamed back at the man, the fury tingling her skin. That Pok mon was going to be hers one way or another! So what if he got in her way she'd take him down too! Flipping strands of brown hair from her face, the bratty girl scoffed. "Whatever, don't get in my way Lucario, Meinfoo, get this asshole out of my way!" On their masters orders, the two Pok mon rushed for the human. From behind Graham, Baeleaf created some more vines and flung them at the Meinfoo. It was the smaller of the two Pok mon, and so she'd assumed it would be the easier to restrain. At the brat's orders Graham lunged at the small, blue and black fox, throwing a right straight and barely missing. The brat's Lucario dodged around the punch, circling into Graham's weak spot on his right side. Ready to strike, the small fox threw a left hook, aiming for Graham's ribs. Without pausing to process, the hardened man seemed to spin in mid air, twisting his torso and landing a blow with his right steel toed boot upon the Lucario's arm. While the attack had been thrown off, the fox's round spike upon its forepaw splintered the wooden greave easily. Graham landed in a crouched position, almost toppled by the sudden attack, but rose to his feet and got back into his stance again, taking a moment to process what just happened. Lucario lunged forward, leaping into the air with a spinning motion for a roundhouse kick that was aimed at Graham's unarmored head. Dipping into the space under Lucario, Graham mustered all of his strength, putting all the muscles in his body behind an uppercut that smashed the pokemon's blue, furry thigh and destroyed the wooden knuckle duster in the process. Spinning uncontrollably in the air, the Lucario hit the ground, tumbling for a split second before partially recovering, the damage he received obvious in his lack of ability to properly stand. Graham glared at Lucario with his fierce, dark gaze, tossing away what remnants of the shattered knuckle duster he clutched."You know your trainer is in the wrong." Graham's tone was firm and clear. "Stop this. We don't have to fight."The hardened survivalist hated fighting pokemon, and hated the types of trainers that saw their pokemon as weapons. In his eyes, they were subhuman monsters. People like Team Rocket. People like this brat. Graham wanted nothing more in this moment than to treat this Lucario's wounds, hell, maybe even befriend him. He felt it was impossible now, as if he were out of reach. He had to defeat him, or his friends would be in trouble. He had to defeat her, their out of control trainer. The brunette girl released another series of grunts and frustrated huffs as the other two met her Pok mon head on. The strange, plant like girl had effectively restrained her Meinfoo while the human held his own against her beloved Lucario. With another screech of rage, the brunette brat stomped her foot once more into the dirt. Why did these jerks have to come and interrupt her anyway!? Whatever while they were dealing with her pokemon, she had ample time to capture and retreat with her new Vespiquen. Or, she would have, if the Combee's weren't in her way. While their trainer tried to ease her way through the sea of Combee's that still protected their queen, Lucario was locked in a match with the human. Surprisingly, he was keeping up well with the Pokemon who'd been trained for situations such as this. Not everything was predictable to the battle hardened pokemon, however. The uppercut in which the human used knocked Lucario off guard and to the ground, scrambling before he finally managed to gain his bearings once more. One knee bent while he regained his breath and reassessed the situation. The human knew how to fight. It was evident in the scars that littered his skin. He didn t hide them, either. Lucario s eyes narrowed as he took stock of the human, trying to see in which he could pinpoint a weakness. With a growl, Lucario narrowed his eyes, understanding the human's speech his futile attempt to reach out to him and change his ways. While the human in whom he served may be in the wrong, he was already sworn to the girls side. He was trained to protect her from people such as this human, whether he liked it or agreed with it or not. Taking up another stance before the human once more, the Lucario moved in for another series of quick punches and jabs, the years of training showing in his movements. Graham did his best to parry and dodge the Lucario's attacks, but couldn't help by focus on the trainer pushing her way toward Queenie. A couple quick blows landed on Graham's wrapped arms, pushing him back a bit while he maintained his defensive stance. He knew defeating this Lucario was the only way to stop her, but charging her was beginning to seem like the better idea."Stop her! Now!" Graham roared at the Combees swarming about. "She's going for Queenie!"Graham feigned being pushed back by the Lucario's strikes until he threw a straight jab. Graham threw a right hook at the pokemon's extended arm, striking his elbow with the remaining knuckle duster. Lucario recoiled in pain, giving Graham the only opening he needed to press the attack, powerful blows raining down on him from the hardened survivalist. Graham didn't let up on the attack, his fists striking every available surface, helped by Lucario's hindered movement. The staggering blows eventually became too much for the Lucario to handle, knocking him to the ground, and into unconsciousness. Panting, Graham stood over the unconscious pokemon, sparing a moment of regret before turning to search for the bratty trainer among the Combees. The Vespiquen chirped and clicked as she commanded orders, straying away from the human trainer whom she continued to evade. The queen and the hive were no strangers to persistent humans who tried, usually in vain, to capture the queen. Most were deterred by the well formed hive and their protection over their queen. But this girl was stubborn in her attempts. Not only did she try multiple times in trying to take the queen, but she d resorted to destruction around the hive itself endangering both the queen, the hive and potentially the rest of the greenery. When Graham had appeared to assist in fending off the human and her Pok mon, Vespiquen had fallen back and was covered by her Combee s as she stayed close to the hive as a last line of defense. Baeleaf had been warding off, decently enough, the Meinfoo despite her lack of experience in battle whatsoever. She d never engaged another Pok mon in battle before. Her heart was racing in her chest and she was flitting around open field avoiding jab and punch from the quick little fighting Pok mon. Her vines were quick but they lacked in the strength to keep her opponent tied up for long. Graham had been holding his own against the Lucario whom she d now seen knocked on the ground and not getting up. The Combee army that assembled to protect their queen, turning their sights on the advancing brunette. Buzzing loudly and preparing an onslaught of attacks to fend off the girl, they d fired off their abilities. Meinfoo responded to the call of its trainer when she d screeched, hiding her face in her arms as the Pok mon stepped before her and blocked some of the hits, though it took many more. Baeleaf took the opportunity to fling another attack at the Meinfoo, her vines effectively wrapping around its smaller form and she twisted, releasing the other Pok mon and tossing it against one of the downed trees across the way. Hoping it was subdued enough, at least for now, she quickly stepped in with the Combee s before the queen to help protect her as well. Grr! The brunette huffed again and pulled out another pokeball this one black and yello in color. Pressing the small button on the ball, it grew in size and she attempted to throw it, missing the queen and hitting on of the Combee s nearby. Just get caught already! With a few shakes and a click the pokeball captured the little Combee. Baeleaf panicked and dove for the ball, repeatedly clicking the little button to see about releasing it as the other Combee s prepared for another attack. Pocketing the one knuckle duster, Graham stalked his prey the bratty trainer, the cause of this mess. His rage was rising and he wasn't sure if he could contain it much longer. His wrapped hand found her lengthy, brunette hair, mercilessly yanking it in an effort to drag her away from Queenie. As he dragged her away, she tripped backward, landing on her rump and reached up to try to free herself, yet Graham continued, dragging the trainer by her hair. His face held nothing but contempt for the brat."Did you think I was fucking around, you spoiled shit?" Graham's voice boomed. "Did you honestly believe I wasn't going to stop you? Because I intend on making good on my words." Baeleaf took a deep, pleased breath when the Combee popped from the pokeball and hid towards the back of the group. Graham was already making his way to the trainer now that both her Pok mon were downed. The sea of bee Pok mon parted for Graham to take hold of the girl, who shrieked the moment Graham s fingers took hold of her brown strands. H hey! The brat squirmed and tried to free herself, tripping as he tugged and sending her flying to the ground. And yet he still hauled her around by her hair. S stop, you stupid jerk what is your problem?! Her breath hitched with a hiccup and she scrambled, legs kicking and nails against his hand and arm as he pulled. Any attempt to pry him off. Do you have any idea who I am?! A fear started to set in, the pain lacing her as he pulled her and threatened. This wasn t how it was supposed to happen! All she wanted was the damned Pok mon and then this asshole decided to step in and stop her from getting what she wanted. You have no right to do this! She s not your Pok mon!! The furious survivalist spun the spoiled brat around on her bottom to face him, his hand still in her hair. His dark gaze full of rage, Graham mercilessly slapped the girl's face, holding her in place by her hair."She belongs to no one!" Graham roared, his voice bouncing through the trees. "They areNOTyour fucking weapons!" Baeleaf looked on, face scrunched up at the interaction between Graham and this trainer. The girl had cried and screamed as Graham dragged her about and furiously told her that Queenie belonged to no one something the girl didn t seem to understand. While Graham vented his anger and frustration, Baeleaf tended to the Vespiquen and her hive whilst keeping an eye on the trainers two Pok mon. Her face stung and instantly turned red. The girl cried out and released one of her hands from his arm to hold her cheek. She pouted, brows knit together as she continued to defend herself. That s all pokemon are, you dumbass! Why else do you think they re captured and trained and battled against one another!? That was all Pok mon had ever been good for that s all she knew how to do with them anyway. Graham backhanded the brat on her uncovered cheek, his grip still on her hair, then again, just above the hand she used to cover the first slap. His dark gaze still held fury at her ignorant words, and he fully intended on teaching her a lesson she would never forget, despite how barbaric it would be."I'm going to keep beating you until you admit you're wrong and you apologize to Queenie. Understand?" Graham growled as he stared, wild eyed, at the trainer. The gurl yelped again and her eyes frantically searched his face for any sort of joke...or mercy... When she found one the trainer hiccuped again and felt the tears stinging the corners of her eyes. What is wrong with you?! This guy...he was insane! Each slap against her cheeks made her wince and sniffle, waving her hands frantically to get him to stop. Finally, she d had enough. Okay, okay, fine! She cried, glaring up at the man. While she still didn t believe him in his words, the only way she saw him stopping was if she gave in. Her pride would be injured, but she swore she d make him pay one day. Her eyes looked to the strange Pok mon woman and the Vespiquen she protected. I m sorry, okay?! I was in the wrong. It took so much not to bite her cheek, roll her eyes or laugh. She bit her tongue. Happy, you psycho? Graham reeled back and slammed his fist into the brat's cheekbone without mercy, letting the force take her to the ground, as he had released her hair from his grip.He wasnotconvinced."No, I'm not." Graham growled as he checked his knuckles for damage. "Say it again. With feeling this time."The hardened man loomed over the spoiled girl, his imposing shadow cast over her. His eyes held no mercy for humans, let alone one so destructive and entitled. She saw it incoming and braced herself the pain that sank into her skin and bones making her cry out loudly. The force of her hitting the ground wasn t anywhere near as bad compared to the force of his fist colliding with her cheek. On the ground, the bratty trainer girl sniffled again as fresh tears cut down her cheeks, the metallic tang of blood on her tastebuds. Tch. Of course he d see through her bare faced lie. Biting the inside of her cheek, the girl wiped her mouth and sat up straight, eyes boring into him with a searing glare. I m sorry. She said, firm even though her voice quaked and tears slid down her cheeks. I shouldn t ha have, her voice hitched as she hiccuped, let it go this far. Swallowing hard she looked to the imposing male and the Combee s protecting the damned Vespiquen. Please forgive me. "Now get the fuck out of here." Graham growled as he continued to loom over the disgusting human before him. "If I see you in this forest again, You'll need your poor pokemon to drag your rotten carcass back to whatever shit hole you fell out of."He wanted to strike her again. Skin and bloody his knuckles on utter garbage humans. Instead, he turned away, walking back toward Queenie, trying to calm his bloodlust. More violence would draw more people, and that was the last thing Graham wanted. His fists shook, adrenaline still pumping through his body, even as he walked toward his friends. He wasn't sure what to say now, especially to Baeleaf. He hoped, inside, she wouldn't run for the hills after seeing him commit violence against a nearly helpless human. Scrambling for her two Pok balls and quickly getting to her feet, the young brat recalled both her downed Pok mon to their balls and quickly ran from the vicinity. The bloodlust in the eyes of that man had made her shiver, wanting nothing more than to never see him again even as she swore her revenge. Jerk. She hissed under her breath as she ran, fleeing the forest as fast as she could. Baeleaf watched as the problematic human girl ran off, hopefully for good. Vespiquen buzzed as she hovered around, Combee s chirping now that the human had left and their hive was protected. They flocked to Graham, making a path in their mob for their queen to approach him, buzzing appreciatively for his assistance. Baeleaf followed suit, sliding up to Graham s side and reaching for the hand he d used to beat the girl senseless. While she wasn t fond of violence, the girl had deserved it for the harm she d caused to the hive and surrounding area of the forest, as well as the trauma for Vespiquen and her Combee s. You. Okay? She mumbled, raising his hand up to inspect for damage. Graham couldn't help but feel soothed as soon as Baeleaf took his hand. They had stopped the bratty trainer from destroying the hive. The defense was a success, but he still held contempt in his heart, and his new friend helped drive it out. His hands were somewhat swollen from the battle, and the knuckles on his left hand were red from the punch, but not bleeding. Further inspection showed that wet, dark spots hand appeared on the wrappings, no doubt reopened wounds due to the fight."I'm glad you're alright, Queenie." Graham said as he forced a smile. "I couldn't have done it without Baeleaf though, so be sure to thank her."With those words, Graham turned and intended to leave, but stayed, still feeling Baeleaf's touch on his hand. Baeleaf s features twisted into a frown as her molten eyes scanned his body. There were bruises already forming and his knuckles were red and swollen from his fight with the Lucario. Not to mention that his sides where she d previously injured him began to open up once more. Wincing at the damage and feeling a pang of guilt and regret for her own actions, Baeleaf reluctantly let Graham go and watch as he turned to leave. The Vespiquen chirped and Baeleaf offered a smile to the big Pok mon as she buzzed her added thanks for protecting the hive. Baeleaf nodded in return, whispering to the queen that they d return soon to check on them again, before she hurried to Graham s side once more. She was worried for his injuries, especially the ones that had opened up once more, and she reached down to hold his fingers once more. Gently, she coaxed him along the path back towards his home. I can..help. Fix. Graham's head was a mixture of emotions, and he needed time to sort them out. Baeleaf's hands upon his soothed him more. The contact felt nice, like someone cared. He couldn't help but feel the tug of a smile at his lips."Huh? You have a healing ability?" Graham questioned, shifting his thoughts to his new friend. "Wait, would that work on a human?"He followed along, gently grasping at Baeleaf's small hands, watching her lead the way. With the hive now free from any immediate danger, Baeleaf felt comfortable leading Graham back to his home to tend to his injuries. Uh huh. It was something she d found she possessed on accident after she d run from the lab. There hadn t been mny opportunities for her to use it and she was hoping it would be enough to heal his wounds. Stopping for a moment, Baeleaf blinked and looked back at Graham. Oh..um, du dunno.. she d never used it on a human before, just another Pok mon. Can try..? She offered, gently guiding him back to his hut once more. It wasn t until they were almost back to his home that she noticed they were holding hands quite firmly. Initially she thought to remove her hand from his grip and continue walking. But...the contact wasn t...completely unwanted. His hand was warm. His hut was in disarray from his earlier, erratic panic. The contents that had been neatly set up on the shelves littered the floor and she tiptoed through the mess, though the space was still small and she had little room to move and work in. Even though she didn t know his method for organizing, she could help pick the items from the floorboards. Releasing his hand from hers, she shuffled awkwardly, trying to stay out of the way. Her eyes were glued to the seeping red underneath the wrappings of his arms, frowning deeply. Graham permitted Baeleaf to lead him. Her skin on his felt nice, warm, inviting. It made him forget the open wounds on his arms currently bleeding through his wrappings. The hardened survivalist had stopped the attack with his new friend's help, but it felt hollow. Was it really a victory?Graham almost laughed in disbelief. He had completely forgotten the mess he made. The door still laid on the floorboards of his hut, surrounded by his trinkets. In no particular order, because there wasn't one to begin with, Graham set each trinket upon an empty space, tidying the mess quickly, the shattered remains of the red and purple pok ball being the last trinket he set on a shelf. Cautiously, he picked up the actual door he had charged through. The door itself was fine, but the hinges were ruined. He'd need to make replacements when he had the time, satisfied, for the time being, by simply setting the door back into place. His old wooden greaves and lay remaining knuckle duster found free space on a shelf quickly, but Graham's wrappings, now almost completely soaked in blood, were removed with much more caution.Graham took a seat on his makeshift bed. The heavy, blood damp cloth was slowly removed, revealing scarred, bloody skin and the bleeding, reopened wounds. The very same wounds Baeleaf had caused."Don't worry about it, Baeleaf." Graham's pleasant voice tried to ease any stress she might still have about their first meeting. "We've got plenty of honey if your ability doesn't work. Besides that, i'm sure Queenie will have us set for life on honey after what just happened. Let's give that ability a shot though." The many different trinkets on the floorboards caught Baeleaf s attention once more, but she busied herself with placing them back on the shelf rather than get involved in inspecting each and every one. There would be time later for that and Graham was still bleeding. He seemed to be in bad shape, the bloodied wrappings of his arms were deep crimson and nearly dripping with the blood that had spilt. She hadn t wanted him to over exert himself with how badly his arms looked, so when he collapsed back onto his makeshift bed, she frowned and settled on her knees beside him. The door was still off it s hinges but the hut had been cleaned for the most part. The sight of those open wounds wounds she had left on his skin made her wince. But.. Baeleaf began to protest. His voice was sweet, but she could hear something else in his tone. Was he upset? Worried? Angry? He was right, Queenie and the hive would no doubt want to pay Graham back for all he d done for them. Honey would be in no short supply a thought that made her mouth water. ...okay. Her fingers brushed his arm, delicate over the open wounds as she assessed them. While her healing ability had only ever been used once, she knew it did work. For a human like Graham and the wounds he had, though, she was unsure of how potent the ability would be. There was no better way to find out than to try. Baeleaf scooted closet to his form and frowned, holding one arm in her hand while the other hovered above. A vine formed on the length of her arm and from the end, a bright pink flower bloomed. The petals opened up and a green dust gently floated down from the flower, coating his arm and settling over his wounds. After she was satisfied at the amount, she lifted his other arm and the remaining dust from the flower decorated the appendage. Nervous, Baeleaf watched the wounds carefully. It should be working now... Worried she was about to cause him more bad than good, Baeleaf s orange eyes darted between his arms and his face searching for signs of discomfort or anger. Gra yam..? She voiced, brows furrowed as she sat in worry. Graham's wounds stitched themselves closed almost immediately. He sat in wonder, having never seen an ability like this work on a human. All the bruising and exhaustion he had felt just a moment ago disappeared. He felt amazing, and something else. Graham wanted to thank Baeleaf, but he couldn't help but stare at her, take in everything about her. His gaze grew soft, his lips parted slightly, and his breathing deepened. A deep blush filled his face and traveled down his body, engorging his manhood almost immediately. The hardened survivalist felt a small spell of dizziness take him, while his temperature rose.He wanted Baeleaf, more than anything.Graham launched from his bed at the anomalous girl, pinning her to the ground with his weight, while his hands gripped her wrists tightly. He pinned her wrists to either side of her head, while his dark gaze fixed itself on her enchanting, molten eyes. Feeling the building saliva in his mouth, he swallowed hard, breathing through his nose for a moment. Her scent was amazing. Unique to her alone, and yet... Sweet. Graham was panting now, his lidden, brown eyes running over Baeleaf's features, while his hardened, clothed sex pressed her body without regard. He didn't have words for how he felt, but wanted to show the wonderful girl under him. Baeleaf averted her gaze from Graham s as she watched his wounds close up. His skin stitched itself back together, leaving no trace of the previous damage barely even a scar to remember it by, if she was looking close enough. The bright bloom of petals that had dispersed the dust over his skin slowly started to brown and fall from the vine of her arm, which in turn fused back into her skin. The worry that she d caused him harm in the process only grew when she returned to staring back up at him. The deep intakes of his breath, the red flush to his skin, it made her panic and she shuffled, lips parted to ask if he was alright. And then the world spun. A sharp gasp ripped from her throat, eyes immediately screwed shut as her back hit the floor and his body pressed against hers. Baeleaf s initial attempt to free herself was met with resistance. Golden eyes opened and her head tilted to each side to see his hands holding her against the floor, secure around her wrists, giving her barely any room to shift her upper body. The hard muscles and contours of his body pressed tight to her form her own chest rising and falling heavily with her breathing as she flicked her gaze around. Gra..uah? Something else, something hard, was pressing against her Baeleaf blinked, shifting and squirming beneath him, questioning in her mind not only his behavior but what...he was doing? What was that...? Opening her mouth to speak again, she finally looked at him, eyes holding his gaze and swallowing hard. ...ah...? The words wouldn t come out just sounds as Baeleaf squirmed. Graham couldn't believe what he just did what he was now doing. His gaze never left those lovely orange orbs staring up at him, while his hands released Baeleaf's wrists, settling on the wooden floor on either side of her. He swallowed again, taking in her sweet scent. His breaths were heavy and his eyes were filled with desire. The hardened survivalist could feel his mind swimming, torn between reason and lust. Graham wanted to protect Baeleaf, but he also wanted tofuckher, make her his own. The conflicting feelings froze him in place over his lovely friend."Y you're beautiful..." Graham's impulsive compliment came out at almost a whisper. "You're lovely beyond words..." Her throat was dry, eyes wide as she stared upwards. Baeleaf couldn t break her gaze away from his eyes, lips parted as she tried to in vain to form more words. There was something on his eyes that just shook her. With her wrists now free, instinct took over and she placed her palms against his shoulders. Gr Gra... her own breath was short, squeaky with her confusion and worry for him. Why was he like this? Why has she caused him such a change? Her power? Those words..she didn t know what they meant but she flushed all the same. The tone of Graham s voice made her throat constrict, her heart hammer in its cage. Fingers delicately curled against his form. Heat rose in her cheeks as she pressed up with her hands, against his shoulders gently. Wh what...why...? Baeleaf's pushing almost snapped Graham from his trance. He still felt hot and needy toward her, but also a deep embarrassment. He pulled himself away, kneeling before her. His groin was still hot with desire, but the survivalist did his best to ignore it."I I'm sorry, I didn't I just " He stammered, unable to even think clearly. "I I'll be back!"Graham stood quick, yet awkwardly, and limped quickly from his hut, trying to readjust his uncomfortable situation within his pants. He knelt by the lake and splashed his face with cool water, trying to wake himself from his stupor. ..H haa..? She blinked, curious, ever bright orange eyes glued to him. It took her a moment from the time between him sitting back up and fleeing for her to register ...or try to register what had happened. He had seemed flushed, pained in a way, and it made her worried and fearful she d done something wrong. Not to mention the heat that radiated from him struck something in her, too, something she couldn t place. Her eyes raked his form, still unable to voice any words or concerns as he sputtered his apologies and scurried off with even less of an explanation. Now sitting up, Baeleaf watched Graham s retreating form for as long as she was able to before he disappeared out of sight. The flush that had settled onto her skin stayed, warming not only her cheeks, but her belly too, and seeping into her bones with feeling she had never experienced before. It took her a moment to stand and gain her balance legs weak and shaky, before debating on running after him or staying until he returned. Graham had finally calmed himself. He sat near the edge of the lake, his head drenched with cold water, while his shirt was damp from the excess dripping from his face and hair. He felt guilt in the pit of his stomach for the way he acted. If Baeleaf never wanted to see him again, he'd understand. A bit of fear flashed within him for a moment at the thought of never seeing her again. He needed to apologize and clear the air between them.With purpose, Graham stood up and marched back to his hut, embarrassment and butterflies filling him with every step he took toward his mysterious friend. Upon entering the hut, he took a deep breath, trying to assemble his thoughts before he spoke. He could remember how much of a sputtering mess he was earlier. The survivalist knelt down next to Baeleaf, trying his best to summon his kind, gentle demeanor."I'm sorry about earlier, Baeleaf." Graham said pleasantly. "I lost control and it was rude of me. I hope you can forgive me." Her mind was a mess. After Graham left, she d slumped forward, hands on the floorboards and head bent forward. What happened? That wasn t Graham she had seen it was but he had been different. She couldn t break her mind away from the way he d looked flushed, gaze hot, breathing heavy. He d looked ill. What had she done? Baeleaf tried not to dwell too much he d left in such a hurry she didn t have the change to stop him. She didn t want to follow him. Beside that, her legs kept her glued to his makeshift bed. It smelled like him, the him from the other day, and it calmed her erratic heart. His boots on the floorboard surprised her into looking up, swallowing hard at his visage now free of the earlier emotion. He was back to normal. A slow, soft smile crossed her features and she watched him take spot beside her. Control? She tilted her head, confused. Control over...? I m, her fingers reached to touch his skin, but she was worried she d injure or cause some kind of harm to him. ...glad? That you are, uhm, her lids fell over large orange eyes, then to his face. better. Graham gently grasped Baeleaf's fingers and brought them to his face. Soft, warm, pleasant. He closed his eyes for a moment, relief washing over him. An orange pink hue bathed the pair in evening light and cast the interior in a pleasant glow."Thanks to you, I'm quite alright, my friend." Graham's pleasant tone was back. "You did amazing work today. How about some honey? You can have as much as you want." The bright smile that Baeleaf had been holding in broke to the surface once his fingers took hold of her own and brought them to his face. Her fingertips brushed over his skin, not moving too much and content to feel his warmth beneath her touch. Her attention was wholly on him and yet she resisted the urge to cup his cheek with her free hand, only to give in moments later. m glad we helped. She nodded to him, feeling pleased with herself that they helped Queenie and her hive. Her thumb brushed his cheek and for a moment she forgot everything around her until he mentioned honey, of course. Her palm pressed against his cheek a little more, Yes! The excitement lace her voice, still quiet but present in her facial expression. Reluctant to move away from him but eager for the honey, she looked around for some of the tools he often used to stir up the jar and warm the sweet, golden treat. Graham chuckled at Baeleaf's excitement. It was certainly contagious. His own joy showed on his handsome face."I'll collect the deadwood for the fire. Grab the ladle and prepare the honey." Graham said as he stood, departing from the hut after setting the door gently aside.After waving to a pair of nearby bidoofs, the hardened survivalist set about picking up dried, dead branches, breaking them down to fit in his fire pit. The evening light filtering through Eterna Forest's canopy was truly a lovely sight to behold. Pillars of orange and pink hues accented by lush greenery. Graham found himself relaxed by the view, standing and staring with an arm full of tinder. The Pok girl felt her heartbeat thump a beat more in her chest at his charming smile. His visage was pleasing to her eye, but that smile of his... She felt lost in it. Her fingers fell from his face and she nodded her response to him, orange orbs watching as he stood and retreated from the house once more. Baeleaf watched until she no longer saw him. A delicate smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she looked on and it carried as she found and set aside his utensils for honey. Settled on her knees on the floorboards, Baeleaf nearly set everything aside and held the jar of honey, cradled against her form as she enjoyed the warm rays of descending sun that filtered from the window. She allowed herself a few moments to take deep inhales before she set everything up like Graham had the other night. Graham returned through the door, reminded of why he loved this forest, his face a clear sign of his now content nature. He skillfully arranged the tinder before lighting it, ensuring the honeypot was a proper distance for heating. As he sat, watching the small fire, realization crept upon him. Tomorrow, he needed to work at the power plant again. With all that happened over the weekend, the survivalist had completely forgotten his job. His barely audible breath escaped in the form of a heavy sigh, disappointment evident on his face. He wanted to forget about the human world, but maintaining his necessities and protecting the forest were two things he couldn't do without a steady flow of money."Listen, Baeleaf, I uh." Graham tried to articulate. "Tomorrow, I have to leave the forest for most the day. I'll be back as soon as I can though. You can use the hut as much as you need, okay?"

['Baeleaf', 'Rolandbathed']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/97519/

Protector of the Deep (randomname and Izzy)

Arthur Currywas born to a man named Thomas Curry, who was a lighthouse keeper in Amnesty Bay. His mother was named Atlannta, the Queen of Atlantis. They were from two different worlds and probably should have never met or co existed. Yet, they did. There was hope that Arthur might one day unite their two worlds together. Atlantis hated the people on the surface while the surface dwellers believed Atlantis was a myth. Although Arthur may have been interested in visiting his other home, he never made the trek, just staying on the surface.On the land, he made a difference. The male had yet to encounter a human with as much strength as he had. He helped out everyone he could, especially those that found themselves in troubled waters. Today, though, he was trying to take a break. There was a bar on the pier where his father frequented, so Arthur happened to frequent it as well. Today, he was here alone. There were maybe five or six others around, but it was a relatively quiet Saturday evening. Arthur was enjoying a beer and watching football on the television behind the bar.Everyone that came to this bar were usually men that fished or used the docks or sat out on ship voyages. There were not many newcomers. It was not really the spot one would come to in order to meet someone, which was why Arthur was shocked to see a new face walk in. Not only was this a new face, however, but this was possibly the most gorgeous face he had ever seen. The first thing he noticed, though, was that long, flowing, deep red hair. Arthur s jaw almost dropped when she walked in. He, just like everyone else, was trying their best to not stare.Just as Arthur looked away from her, he could hear the footsteps approaching. He was sitting at the bar while everyone else were scattered about at various tables and stools throughout. Yet, this strange woman decided to pick the bar stool that was right beside his own. Now, Arthur believed he had seen a woman that was out of his league, but whatever, he wasn t shy nor was he nervous. So you re definitely new here. My name s Arthur. What s yours? He asked, flashing her the best, flirtatious smile that he could offer. Immediately, he could tell that there was something special about her. Merawas sent to Earth to try and get Arthur Curry to come back with her. The Atlantean's were not fans of the surface and would rather Arthur come back to his rightful place in Atlantis and help rule. Mera knew what her mission was and part of her wanted to actually complete it. But there was another part and more powerfully urge that wanted to live on the surface for some time. She wanted to experience something new without the added weight of her responsibilities to hold her down. Mera needed freedom. They were immortal she had literally the rest of time to worry about things down under.With her task at hand Mera was given money, a new wardrobe, a new apartment, and a new car. She needed to seem established in the human world already for everything to come across as believable. Everything had to be perfect or at least appear so to the rest of her people. She couldn't have them suspect why she truly wanted to come to the surface and meet Arthur alone. She made it seem like it would be overwhelming.That is how Mera found herself headed towards a bar that Arthur seemed to frequent quite often. The Atlantean's tailed him for months before sending someone up. They needed to know how he spent his days so Mera could insert herself into his life. The easiest place to do this seemed to be the bar. Where alcohol flowed freely and people were much more willing to engage in conversations with strangers.Mera sat down next to Arthur at the bar. She was surprised he spoke to her so quickly. From the reports she got she thought she would have to start the conversation. "I am new here. I guess this town doesn't get new people at the bars very often." She said laughing. The bartender came over and she ordered herself a beer before turning her attention back to Arthur. "Nice to meet you Arthur, I'm Mera." She said as she reached her hand out to shake his. "So tell me what is there to do around here?" When Arthur took Mera s hand, it felt like sparks were flying. His breathing quickened and his eyes became wide. He watched her lips as she spoke, feeling an enormous desire to simply kiss her, feeling a need to hold her close. It was not often Arthur felt this way about someone. It took someone truly special to elicit such a response. She was beautiful, so beautiful that she did not even seem of this world. He would have actually believed she was from Atlantis had the conversation gone differently.In the past, any messenger sent to retrieve him approached him, told him he was summoned to Atlantis again. They didn t waste time, they got right to the point. Since something about Atlantis was not the first words out of her mouth, then, Arthur relaxed. You d be right. It s been a long time since I saw a new face around here. This town doesn t exactly attract too many people, but its where I ve always lived and I love it here. I hope you re a fan of the water. The bay is the biggest attraction we have. When she asked what there was to do around here, Arthur could not think of anything else, other than the bay and the shore beside it. Any special events that we have, they re held on the boardwalk. Everything really revolves around the bay. Even as Arthur spoke, there was a great love in his eyes. He loved this place, because it was his home, where his father lived. Arthur didn t leave all that often, unless he was going out on a mission to help with some battle that other enhanced individuals were fighting. For the most part, he tried to stay in his own business and not bother anyone else. What brings you here? Shouldn t you be in Hollywood or somewhere? I ve never seen a woman so beautiful, especially not in this town. You look like you should be modeling instead of drinking a beer next to me but I m glad that s where you are right now. Of course, he was going to take the chance to flirt with her. Arthur hope it went over well. Again, he wouldn t just flirt with anyone, but he couldn t place it there was something special about Mera. Mera couldn't deny her attraction towards the half0human and half atlantean. Something about him was so magnetic and powerful. Mera had never before experienced that with any other man. It was almost as if they were destined to be. Such things were foolish to believe but there was no denying that both parties felt an attraction. Mera would try to hold off as long as she possibly could. Although from the smirk that spread across his lips. Part of her wanted to reach out and run her fingers through his hair and even though she was a princess it would still be incredibly rude. More importantly Arthur had no idea who she was and she would like to keep it that way.Mera could see Arthur relax which made her wonder what exactly had him so tense to begin with. Before she could try and find out more he answered her questions. "Ah so I am an odd one. Why do you think people don't move here often? Is it the lack of things to do or is there something else that keeps them away. There are rumors of a man around here who has special abilities. I'm not sure if I believe it but that maybe why as well." Mera took a sip of her beer savoring the warm it spread through her body from the alcohol."How often are events being held in this town? Not to be rude but I can't imagine it happening often enough to keep people attracted to this area. I know there is a carnival that comes around here and there. I'd love to see how this town lets loose and really has fun." Mera said laughing as she took another sip of her drink."Where I come from I seem to bring a lot of attention no matter where I go...I wanted something quite and secluded. Actually, I didn't just want it I needed it. You'd be surprised how often people take the quite for granted. We all need it at some points in our lives." Mera blushed slightly at the mention of her beauty. Often she had men look at her but coming from Arthur it seemed genuine. There was no hidden agenda. He was stating what he believed to be a fact. "I could say the same about you...I know plenty of women who'd love to get the chance to be with you. Why are you here in this town? What keeps you drawn here?" She asked genuinely curious. I think living on the ocean is an acquired taste. People just tend to prefer the bigger cities that hold more events and activities. Plus, we re honestly as close to being in the middle of nowhere that we can possibly be. Not everyone can enjoy the smell of the water all the time. A lot of people get tired of seeing fish and shrimp on the menu each day of every restaurant. I think living here isn t for everyone. It just doesn t have the same luxury and appeal as other places. Arthur explained, knowing this town had always held a small population for as long as he could remember.At the mention of a man with certain abilities, Arthur couldn t help from smirking proudly. He usually was not an arrogant man, but he did love to hear people questioning these stories he knew to be true. It was a fun game. Yeah, there s a rumor about it, you re right. If you stick around long enough, you ll know that rumor has some validity to it. He wasn t about showing off his powers for the hell of it, typically. He always did spring into action whenever someone needed a helping hand, though. You re right about that we don t have much going on around here. There are carnivals on the shore and the boardwalks sometimes. Those are usually the biggest festivities. You re in luck. In a few days, there s supposed to be our Winter Carnival. It ll last all weekend. Perhaps I could show you around. This was perfect Arthur did need a date to take to the Carnival so he wasn t just hanging out alone like he usually did. Maybe Mera would enjoy the idea, enjoy spending time with him. That s what he hope for, anyways. Don t get me wrong. I actually love this town and the seclusion. I m just not a big city guy. I m not big on the country, either. I feel connected to the water. That was obvious, but he wasn t about to give her the whole speech of his origin. I stay here because this is my home. This is where my father and other family members live. I ve just lived here my entire life and I don t see it being much different than that. I believe it when you say that you bring a lot of attention wherever you go. Like I said, you re absolutely stunning. Maybe you re right about me, that there are many women who might want me, but I d rather wait for the right one. I don t much enjoy hopping from woman to woman for just a night of fun with no strings attached. Mera understood Arthur and what he was saying. She too felt deeply connected to the sea. When she wasn't in it she felt the sea calling to her trying to get her to come back home. She could never grow tired of the sea. She certainly grew tired of the people who lived in the sea with her. Many of them expected so much from her and it was all growing to be a bit too much. Mera needed her freedom and the chance to experience life without her status weighing her down.Mera tried to hide the shocked look on her face after listening to Arthur speak. Considering the large man was royalty by blood he was surprisingly humble. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he didn't grow up knowing that he was royalty. Or if he did he didn't care because he wasn't brought up that way. Mera had heard the rumors. He was half human. His father must have been really humble to have raised such a son."I would be honored if you could show me around. It would really help me get the lay of the land around here. I'm not...use to areas like this place. I grew up someplace much more...wet and much more crowded. It was fun I have to admit. I was able to everything I have ever wanted. Where I'm from we never had anything like that. A winter carnival should be fun. You said it was on the boardwalk?" She asked sipping her beer and looking out of the window to see if she could spot the boardwalk."I didn't mean to sound so narcissistic. Where I'm from my family can sometimes become the center of attention. It can be incredibly annoying to constantly having people watch your every move. I don't know if you've ever had to experience anything like that." She took another drink from her glass still enjoying the warmth it brought her. "That's refreshing to here...most men would want a lot of one night stands but not you....I like that about you." Perfect. Honestly, I ve been looking for a date to bring with me to the carnival. It seems like I found the perfect woman to fill that role. Arthur could drink almost anyone under the table, except for his father. However, he was sipping his beer tonight because he did not want to get too buzzed. He actually wanted to remember this evening with Mera. He wanted to remember her face, her voice. It depended on how things went tonight, but there was a chance he might not ever get the opportunity to see her again. Arthur truly hoped that was not the case, but it would be tough to tell until the night actually happened. Yes, it is on the boardwalk. I d be happy to show you the place tonight before we leave the bar. It usually isn t that crowded, so it should be peaceful. Don t worry. I didn t think you sounded narcissistic at all. It just seems like your family has a lot of esteem and respect wherever you come from. I don t think I ve ever experienced anything like that, though. I guess that s kind of what I like about this place. Everyone here knows each other, but it s not like they re always watching your every move. It is a really friendly atmosphere. The place you describe, it doesn t sound that friendly. He was interested, though. Where was she from? Do you mind me asking where you re from? The male questioned with a soft smile, looking into her eyes. The comment about the one night stand was something else that made him smile even wider. That s probably why I prefer this kind of bar over another one. I don t just come here looking to pick someone up. I just get to enjoy myself here and if I happen to meet a beautiful stranger with long, red hair and gorgeous green eyes well, that s just a bonus. He hoped these hints that he dropped were going to tell Mera what he needed to say. He would be more outright later, but he was testing the waters, to see if she was as into him as he was into here. "Well I'm that I was able to help you figure out your date situation. Let me know if there is anything else you need help with." Mera said giving the boy a coy smile. She continued to drink some more but decided she would only have one more drink if they stayed there that long. Mera never had much of a tolerance for alcohol. It was something she hated but what could she do? She was small and compared to Arthur there was no way she would be able to keep up with him. He was a large man and that truly was an understatement."I'd love it if you could show me around. It sounds amazing around here. Like I said I only moved in recently and I haven't had the chance to really explore anywhere around here. But from what you've described I'm sure I'll love it." Mera listened to Arthur talk about his town and the people he grew up around. It sounded like he truly loved this place. Mera felt the same about Atlantis but there needed to be more in her life. Not just in terms how the people treated her but also just where she was. She wanted more out of life."I'll keep that a mystery for now....don't want to reveal everything about myself so quickly. But I promise as we get to know each other I'll tell you more." She said sipping her beer and trying to avoid eye contact with him. She didn't want him to know where she was from just yet. He most likely would cut ties with her and stop talking. She wanted to understand him better. Not to mention he was handsome. Mera blushed slightly as Arthur complimented her and her looks. "Well thankful you're one of the most handsome men I've ever seen. Bars and clubs generally have creepy men who don't know how to keep their hands to themselves." She said with a flirtatious laugh. Mera wondered where the night would take them. Hopefully somewhere exciting. Wow that was quite the coy smile. Maybe Arthur wasn t hallucinating, after all. Was his imagination becoming a reality? She agreed to the terms of him showing her around this town, which pleased him. When the female was reluctant to admit her origin, Arthur did not prod. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the moment. If the night progress well, hopefully she would feel comfortable to tell him more about herself. They continued to chat for another ten minutes before it felt like their time at the bar was winding down. It was time to see where this night would take them.Arthur slowly stood to his feet and picked up Mera s alcohol purchases as well. Arthur paid the bartender and left a gracious tip before turning to find Mera. I know you said the bars are usually full of creepy men that can t keep their hands to themselves, but Arthur paused, reaching out his hand toward her. Maybe, you wouldn t mind me holding your hand while we walked? Arthur thought it was a romantic gesture. He might appear like this huge, behemoth of a human. Yet, Arthur had quite a soft side. He wanted to find love, he wanted to have the chance to be romantic. Was this his chance?When the redhead took his hand, Arthur laced his fingers together with Mera s. When their hands touched, it felt natural, almost like it was somehow inherently right. Arthur led her from the bar, right on out to the beach that was behind the bar. This is one of my favorite spots. I always hear about how reckless some people are with polluting the waters. I hate it, truly, but here, I ve hardly seen waters this clear, this blue before. I think the sight is beautiful. Arthur led her to the edge, right where the water almost met their shoes, but not quite. I d like to have a family one day, have some kind of life of my own, but I don t know how I d feel about leaving this town. I just feel like this is where I m supposed to be, you know? Mera tried to protest when Arthur paid for her drink but he did it so quickly she did not have a chance to say something. She was the type of woman who while very independent liked a man she could rely on. One who could take care of her. It was nice to know that there were men out there who were raised right. She knew it would be no use to argue that she could pay for herself. From what she knew about him there was no point. "Thank you for the beer....I appreciate it. I'll be sure to repay you for it." Mera said smiling. She had to admit that she was relived that Arthur didn't press further about where she was from. She needed to keep her cover if they were going to get to know each other better."I can't imagine you being one of those creepy men who grab women especially when they don't want it or don't expect them." The beautiful redhead said as she clasped his hand within her own. His hand was so much larger than hers but she appreciated how strong and safe he felt. Normally she would never walk off with a random man she had just met in a bar but she knew Arthur wouldn't hurt her. Their walk towards the boardwalk was nice. The cool air from the sea seemed to soothe her. Almost as if it was calling her.It truly made Mera sad when she thought about how the humans seemed to not care about the pollution that they created. They truly were a misguided race but nevertheless they needed guidance. They weren't bad but perhaps careless. She knew there were rumblings down under but that didn't need her attention at the moment. Arthur did need her attention."It's one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. Thank you for bringing me here." She said as she looked out into the distance admiring the view. Mera leaned her head on Arthur's thick arm resting against him as the waves from the ocean drew close to their feet but did not touch. "I think I'd like to have kids one day as well. With the right man of course. I need him to truly know what it means to be a good man. Too often I see fathers leaving their children. I don't want that for my own." When their hands touched, the air around the couple felt electric. Even though Arthur could breathe underwater, he felt like a normal land dweller would feel under water. It was tough to breathe correctly, considering how breathless she left him. The light from the sunset illuminated her in the perfect spot, her face shining up like some angelic, extraordinary goddess. It was tough to put into words just how much beauty Arthur saw in front of him. Things were moving quite fast for the pair, though that was never a bad thing. Arthur was never like this with anyone, mainly since there was never quite such a connection before in his life. This was special. I agree with you. The tall, strong man whispered as he stood beside the redhead, looking over the water. The comment she made provided him the perfect opportunity to make another flirtatious comment. To me, it is only the second most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It used to have the first spot, but then, I met you tonight. As much as I love the water, I d much rather spend my time, admiring you instead. He hoped the feelings were, at least somewhat, reciprocated.Arthur knew he could have been making a fool out of himself if she felt different. He was talking to her like a man would talk to the woman he loved. Obviously, they just met, and he had no idea what her intentions were, but he felt like telling her the truth. That truth was simple she was the most beautiful woman to ever exist, the most beautiful site his eyes had ever laid eyes upon. There was no debate to be had, so he wanted her to know that as he was speaking genuinely. I feel the same way. I d love to have kids one day. I know the love my father gave me was something every child should experience. I want to experience that myself, one day. I haven t found the right woman, though. Not up to this point. Plus, my job requires some strange hours and some dangerous situations, so starting a family has not been quite in the forefront of my mind yet, but I know it will get there. Arthur was not interested in some one night stand. He wanted to seek out a relationship, something long term and permanent. Mera couldn't help but feel incredibly comfortable around Arthur. Something about his presence was soothing the the red headed beauty. Being so close to the ocean and so close with him made her feel at home. It was a feeling she could not describe. Arthur's presence made her feel safe. Mera watched the sunset a little longer as the beauty enjoyed her time by the sea. She loved being in the water and missed it dearly but her time was now to be on the surface. To get to know Arthur and for them to grow closer. She just hoped that was what he wanted.Mera looked over at Arthur and smiled as he looked at her. "I'm sure that's something you say to all of the pretty girls you bring around here." Mera didn't actually think Arthur brought many girls to this area. He clearly knew how to talk to women but he didn't seem like a ladies man. In the sense that he didn't plow through women like some other men who were around the same age. Mera could sense that Arthur was looking for a genuine connection with her. Something about him made her feel the same way.Mera wanted to press him a little further about his job. She knew what he did but she wanted him to know that he could rely on her. He was a man but he needed an emotional connection just like everyone else. All humans craved someone to be able to share their real selves with. "I'm glad you feel that way. My father was also heavily involved in my life. Granted he tried to control much of it. I promised myself as I was growing up that I would allow my children to do as they pleased. I'd allow them to take any path in life because it is their life not mine." She didn't want another man like her father. At least not in the way he needed to control everything. Mera knew Arthur was the type of man to take charge but he didn't strike her as the type of man who needed to control her. "That's good to hear. The type of parent you want to be sounds like the type of parent my father is. Always, he supported what I wanted and stood behind every single choice that I made. I was blessed to have that opportunity. Like you, I'm aware that many grow up without the same kind of support I have." Arthur smiled, fondly recalling his father and his childhood. The man was getting older in age now, but he did not like to think about what might happen soon with his declining health. So far, Arthur thought he was making his father proud."I think my own parenting style would be just like that. I want my child to have the freedom to do whatever they want. I couldn't imagine wanting to control or restrict anything. That's not how you show love, to a child, to anyone. I guess I do have my ideas about how I want my life and love to go... it just doesn't seem like there are many people in the world that feel the same way." Arthur knew exactly what he wanted in a relationship. The man wanted someone he could love with all his might, someone he could have some kinky fun with in the bedroom, someone who was genuinely kind and caring.Controlling someone was not his ideal time. He liked to have power and liked to be dominant... but control was taking it a step too far. There was a fine line, but he never had the chance to explore it. There were quite a few things about his own ideal relationship that he knew would be odd to most people.He wanted a woman that he could tie up and make love to them. He wanted a woman that would allow him to do these things, but still have everything based on love and adoration to touch him often, to cuddle with often, to have equal contributions. Arthur had all but given up hope on ever finding something like this, though he thought Mera seemed like someone that might be perfect for him so far. "It sounds like you and your father had an amazing relationship. Most of the people I knew growing up and to be honest now have terrible relationships with their parents. Honestly it's so sad to see. My father...while he usually has the best intentions has always tried to control how my life will look. I don't want that for me or my future children like I said before. It's important that I have a connection with someone but also the freedom to do as I please." Her relationship with her father had been strained ever since she rejected the man she had been promised to since she was a child. It caused a huge issue down in atlantis but she wasn't going to marry or allow a man to touch her that she didn't care about."How many children would you want? It's not something I've thought about a lot. When I was younger I thought I didn't want any children. As I've gotten older I realized my fear of having children would be that they wouldn't be able make choices for themselves. That I would become the same oppressive force that I hated for so long in my life." The red head looked out to the ocean feeling at peace. There was something comforting just standing there with Arthur as they spoke. He made her feel at peace with the world."Is there anything else in this town you can show me? I'd love to look more at it and see what else it had to offer." Mera knew that even though the town was small Arthur knew what there was around here to keep someone entertained. While the sea was beautiful Mera wanted to experience more of the human world. She wanted to see what made them experience joy. It would help her understand Arthur a bit more. It would allow her to get closer to him and become more connected to him. "You are right about that. Myself and my father are very close and we have always been close." Honestly, it likely stemmed from the drama with his mother. After losing her, the pair were pulled together with a strong bond. Besides, the older man made Atlanna a promise to keep their son safe, to love him hard enough to make up for her absence. Because of that, Arthur never had a shortage of love from his father in his life. "I like the way you put that. It's good to have a connection but you can't be controlled. Nobody likes that." Arthur agreed.He wished every child had a relationship with their father the way Arthur had with his own. When asked about the children he wanted, Arthur shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mean to sound like some kind of cheesy romance movie but I always loved the idea of me settling down with a woman I love, having two kids, a boy and a girl. That's just something I've always wanted." Arthur admitted with a smile. He simply liked the idea of a two child family so he could have three people that he would give all his love to. "What about you? Do you have a preference?"Thinking about what else could be showed to Mera around the town, Arthur had a few ideas. However, something pushed him to speak these next words boldly. Maybe it was too bold, maybe not. Only one way to find out, right? "Well, I can picture a few places you might want to check out while you're here. It is getting late, though. Maybe we check out the town tomorrow. Tonight, though... perhaps you can come with me. I've got a nice place here. I won't even charge you anything to stay. Maybe... you'd like my company for the rest of the night? I know that I would like yours, for sure."

['Atlannta', 'Currywas']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/97646/

Nigri Amnesia (RoleplayMaster x AmeliaRP)

Grunting softly as he pulled his toolbag backpack over his shoulders, Curtis ensured one more time that the projector screen had been mounted to the wall correctly, before giving his farewells. As an IT technician, he had been into many behind the scenes areas in places people never would see in their lives: offices in Police Stations, the insides of Poker Machines, and even the safe compartment of ATMs. Today, he was simply in an office in the back of his local hospital, setting up a projector for video conferences. It was two years ago that he had began this career, basically straight out of school. Now at twenty two years old, he was finally feeling comfortable in his role at the IT Service Business he worked for.Strolling through towards the exit, a pair of nurses almost bumped into him as they left the room of a patient. Not noticing him enough to even apologise, he was about to complain when he caught what they were saying. " broken arm, dislocated shoulder, and evidence of concussions to her head. Thankfully she had her belongings, as otherwise we couldn't even tell Miss Nigri her name. Seems to have complete amnesia" The nurse seemed to be with a medical student, explaining everything wrong with the patient they had just visited. But it was the name that stuck out to him. So much so he completely missed the rest of the rundown of injuries.'Nigri? Like... Jessica Nigri?'He glanced inside subtly, noticing a blonde woman with a bandage wrapped around her head, staring up at a TV. He was about ninety nine percent sure it was the model he had followed for years. But then his eyes found a sign on the wall, giving the patient's name. He had worked in other rooms before which never had such a sign inside. As he had missed the note about her amnesia, the sign confused him. But as he stood mere metres away from his celebrity crush and idol, he barely put any thought into it. He badly wanted to meet this woman, even if she was in quite a vulnerable state.'Screw it, she won't mind... right?'Placing his bag down in the corner of the hallway, out of the way of everything, Curtis wiped his palms on his pants and approached, knocking on the door. "H Hey, um..." He started to say, but didn't know what he could say. Courage left him almost as fast as it had come, leaving him standing awkwardly at the foot of her bed. "Will no one change the channel for me? I don't want to watch the news. That's all I done since they brought me here." Her arm ached, her shoulder was sore, her head was throbbing. Jessica was feeling nausea and it was difficult for her to talk. So many people in various designs of white uniforms were flitting around but no one seemed to be really caring for her. They said that she was some kind of celebrity but no one could even decide whether or not the 29 year old blonde had any broken bones. To her it felt that they all could have been."You're not my husband, are you? They went to check if I have one." Scrunching up her ebony eyes, she looked at the only person not in medical attire. He didn't seem to be her type but it was hard to tell. It was more likely that he had come to fix one of the monitors she had attached to her wrist which was found not to be working. She was confused about who she was let alone knowing anyone else. All she understood that she was in a hospital.Despite her various pains, the blonde felt exhausted as she attempted to lay back her head. There were the flashing lights she remembered. At first just clear ones, then blue then amber. The drone noise from the cutting equipment next buzzed in her ears. Such was the shrilling pitch before everything went black. It must have been some operating theatre where they cut off that comic book costume she had been wearing but try as she might it did not have the least significance for her.What was missing was that there was no one for her to trust. Jessica recognised no one, not even the young man who had appeared out of nowhere. Had he been sent to be her saviour. He had come to rescue her? The blonde celebrity reached out for his hand. She needed him. Who else was there to help her? Tears welled up in her eyes and started to trickle down her face. "Can you take me away, please. Just get me out of here."

['Nigri']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/97668/

Thawing Frozen Hearts (Snowy and Chiaroscuro)

Eevee stretched out and yawned as the image of Terah faded from her vision. With her hind leg, she scratched at the growing matte on her neck, but it was futile. She couldn t break up the matte, nor could she stop the itching. She missed the the daily brushing that she used to get from her late trainer. She missed the treats from her hand. Even if they were just dry pellets of cheap pok mon food without any flavor, they were from Terah s loving hand, and that was all that mattered. She missed her warm smile, her soft touch, and her soothing voice.But all of that was in the past. Terah was gone, and it was Eevee s fault. She had failed at her one job as a pok mon. She had failed to protect her trainer.In better times, she might have appreciated the beauty of the sun s rays as they filtered through the trees, or the chirping of the swablu in the sky above them, or even the splashing of magikarp in the nearby stream. Instead, she only noticed the tree stump she had slept next to. The tree stump that loomed before her, standing proudly without so much as a scratch on it. She had been using it for target practice, but she had yet to land a single hit on it. It wasn t that she couldn t aim. The problem was that she could not even complete an attack. Imagine a normal type pok mon being unable to complete a swift attack! How pathetic! She could do it when Terah was training her, but she hadn t been able to pull off a single one since her trainer died.She growled slightly at the stump as she turned away from it and bounded gracefully down the hill to the shopping center below. She would return to the stump later for more training, but for now, she needed to find food, and the trash bins behind the shops were always bountiful. There were always humans who didn t appreciate her making a mess of their trash, but her big ears would alert her if anyone approached. After making sure the coast was clear, she made her way to the nearest dumpster and jumped up on its rim, then sniffed at the odors coming from it. Much of it was rotten, but there was definitely some meat that wasn t too spoiled. She dove into the dumpster to dig up her breakfast. Marcus Abram was having a fairly good morning. He'd managed not to oversleep his alarm or show up late for work. Admittedly, if you'd asked him ten years ago if this is how he saw his life going, he'd have balked at the prospect. He was going to be the best there was, beat the Elite Four, and all that. Of course, that was...before. Before the time he didn't really like to think about too much.But, here he was, working for minimum wage, going to college for a practical degree that would guarantee him a nice and boring office job for the rest of his days. He wasn't quite content, but really, what exactly did he have to complain about?It was with these thoughts in his head that he stepped out into the alley with a plastic trash bag in one hand. He didn't exactly cut a heroic figure tall and gangling, with long sandy colored hair that stretched down to his shoulders. He looked a bit like the sort of person who was at home at a grunge concert, and he was kind of dressed for the part as well, with a faded T shirt that may at one point have had the logo for the Pokemon League and a pair of jeans that were fraying at the cuffs and worn at the knees. Of course, over this he wore a canvas smock with the store's logo printed proudly on it, which was almost a comically lame attempt at making him look professional.As he made his way to the dumpster, his dark eyes narrowed slightly as he picked up a faint movement from within. Great. Scavengers. "Alright!" he boomed loudly, clapping his hand against a railing hard enough to make it clang and rattle loosely in its concrete base. "If there are any Rattata in there, you guys better clear out now!" As if to punctuate the point, he reared back to give the dumpster a hefty kick, but something gave him pause. Whatever was rummaging around in there wasn't purple. It looked...brown?Frowning, he tentatively leaned forward for a closer look. Just whatwasin there, anyway? Eevee perked her ears when she thought she heard footsteps approaching. She should have scrammed immediately, but she hadn t been able to think clearly since losing her trainer. In spite of her nerves, she was driven by hunger. Her digging didn t turn up the meat she thought she smelled, but there was a half eaten apple. She snatched it up in her mouth and poised herself to jump out of the dumpster.Suddenly, her large, sensitive ears were assaulted by a human shouting and banging on the rail nearby. She dropped the apple and squealed a high pitched, Oh shit! as she leapt up to the rim on the back side of the dumpster. She didn t even turn to look at the human as she launched herself over the wooden fence surrounding the dumpster that was supposed to keep pests such as herself out. As she sailed over the fence, a breeze caught a piece paper that had clung to a sticky spot on her fur and blew it across the otherwise empty lot. She landed gracefully on the pavement behind the dumpster and ran for the nearby treeline. Although being compared to a rattata was a bit insulting, she couldn t help thinking the comparison fit. Maybe Terah would have been better off with one of them.When she reached the treeline, she hid in tuft a of tall grass. Only then did she turn around and peer thought the blades of grass to see if the human would chase her.. With any luck, he would leave, but she would probably have to hit up a different dumpster for her breakfast. Nope, not Rattata. His gaze followed the small fluffy brown creature as it sailed away.That's an Eevee! It's really rare!a little voice in his head blared, a voice he didn't particularly care to acknowledge. He ruthlessly quashed that train of thought, took a deep, shuddering, breath, and then glanced in the direction that it had run off. Then he started when something he'd just heard leapt into his brain. "Did...that Pok mon just curse? I could have sworn..." No, he was being stupid. It must have banged its leg on the fence while yelling, that was why it hadn't sounded normal. That was the only explanation that made sense. Still...Looking around to make sure he wasn't being watched, he opened the bag and dropped a couple of Poffins on the ground. They were cold and spongy, but a lot fresher than anything in the dumpster and they were mold free, bonus! Then, with his good deed for the day accomplished, he threw out the trash, went back into the store, and tried to put the incident out of his mind. Key word, tried. Later that night, as he lay in bed, he spent a long time thinking about the strange scavenger he'd found in the alley. Once, long ago, he'd committed all kinds of useless facts to memory A rare Pok mon that adapts to harsh environments by taking on different evolutionary forms and it was starting to percolate back into his consciousness, much as he would have wished otherwise. Seeing one of those in the wild was like finding a gold nugget in a trash can. It just didn't happen to normal people. Surely, that Pok mon's trainer would be along to pick it up any time now. Satisfied with that explanation, he went to sleep grumbling about dumb kids letting their partners get lost in the big city.The next morning, he was late. Late late late. But, even so, when the breakfast rush had subsided and he was able to take a break, he bought a fresh Poffin and took it out to the alley. There was no way that Pok mon would still be there, right? Eevee eyed the man suspiciously through the grass as he took the poffins out of the bag and left them on the ground before returning to the building. It seemed to good to be true. Not only did he leave without chasing her, but left some food as well. She waited a few minutes until she was sure the coast was clear before darting across the lot to grab the food. She swiftly carried it back to her tree stump before scarfing them down. It was a bittersweet meal for her. It filled her belly and gave her some energy, but it also reminded her of her trainer who occasionally fed them to her.Her meal was followed by yet another fruitless day of training. At the end of the day, the tree stump remained untouched. She knew she was executing the move correctly, so she couldn t understand why it wouldn t work for her. The fruitless day of training was followed by another night of dreaming about Terah. It was a rough night for her, as she relived the moment when Terah died, struck down by a psychic attack from an espeon, a creature that Eevee might have idolized under different circumstances.The next morning, she returned to the shopping center in search of food, but this time she didn t bother the dumpsters. They would still be there later if she still needed to scavenge for food. Instead, she hid behind a stack of pallets near the door that the man had used the day before. She suspected the man might try to catch her, as Terah had lured her in the same way, but she was willing to take the risk. Aside from being hungry, she subconsciously longed for human contact.Her ears perked up when the door opened. Cautiously, she peeked around the pallets. Sure enough, it was the same man she encountered the day before, and she smelled fresh poffins as well. She took another step forward, allowing him to see her head, but remained half hidden. She gazed at him with ears perked up and eyes wide open. Well, that was surprising. "You're still here?" he asked with an air of faint surprise. If its trainer hadn't found it by now, they were really dropping the ball. With a dismissive shrug, he crouched down, opened the box, set it on the concrete, and slid it a foot or so away from him. There was still an ever so faint wisp of steam rising off of the poffin inside, which was a vivid pink color. "Well, go on, you might as well eat it. I don't even like Persim Berry, honest."And with that he stood up and went back inside without a backwards glance. He considered taking another look in the alley as he was leaving for the day, but decided against it. Things would probably work out, there was no need for him to get involved, he could just get on with his life. That night, he opened a cardboard box he'd promised himself he'd leave taped forever. On top was a lightly scuffed, long dormant Pok Ball. He spent a long time staring at it, flipping it open and shut a few times, but there was no light within. It was cold and dead. With a sigh, he put it back in the box and went to bed.The next morning, he went into the alley with another fresh poffin, but this time he had a styrofoam bowl and a bottle of fresh water as well. After setting out the poffin and the bowl, filling the latter with some of the water, he stepped back to take a seat on the cracked stoop of the neighboring dry cleaner's. He took a sip of water and waited, and it wasn't long before he saw motion out of the corner of his eye. "You're making me worry," he grumbled, although there wasn't any real heat to it. He almost didn't want to worry, and yet...and yet, here he was, like an idiot, getting involved in something that didn't concern him.Again.He really hadn't learned anything at all, had he? "Don't you have somewhere to be?" Eevee didn t move when the man set the food down on the ground, or even when he told her to eat it. She was indeed hungry, but she was also lonely. She had not had a pleasant encounter with a human, or even another pok mon in weeks. The day before, he had given her food from the garbage, which was better than anything in the dumpster. Today, he had fresh food ready for her. She wondered why the man should care about her, and she could only come with two possible reasons. Either he was intent on catching her, or he was very kind hearted. Maybe it was both, but she couldn t see herself as a very good catch.This was her first chance to get a good look at the man. She didn t care about his tattered clothes, as pok mon usually don t judge such things, and even they did, she had no room to judge anyone s appearance. She was interested in what was in the man s eyes, and what she heard in his voice. She definitely did not see a fire in his eyes, at least not anything like what she used to see in Terah, but there was a faint spark, like his fire had had been snuffed out by pain and bitterness but hadn t quite gone away. She wondered what had happened to make him feel that way. Maybe he saw the same thing in her.After the man returned to the building, she quickly grabbed the fresh poffin and returned to her tree stump.By the next morning, her mood was once again fouled by another unsuccessful day of training and another restless night of recurring nightmares. Still, she returned to the shops in hopes of finding food. To her surprise, the man was sitting there, almost like he was waiting for her. She approached slowly until she was close enough to see that he not only offered her food, but clean water as well.She still didn t know whether or not the man was trying to catch her, but just in case, she thought she should spare both of them the disappointment. She looked over at the stack of pallets where she had hidden herself the day before, then turned to face it. She took a few steps towards it, then paused briefly, allowing her small body to take in energy from the air and from the ground. She took a single step back, then leaned forward and opened her mouth to unleash a barrage of sparkles that could obliterate the pallets. But the sparkles never materialized. There was only a shallow breath and a short squeal that might be considered cute.When she finished making a fool of herself, she sat on the ground and bowed her head and let her ears droop. I appreciate the food, she said, but if you re looking to catch me, I ll only disappoint you. If you really want a pok mon, you might be better off catching a magikarp from the nearby stream, but I m pretty useless.

['Terah', 'Eevee']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9772/

FFX-ToA Sextravaganza!

Lulu waited patiently, magic cactuar held loosely in her arms as she waited for the group to return. Lacking the money for an inn, they'd decided to camp out several had been sent out hunting, whilst the others had gone on to stock up on supplies such as phoenix downs and the like. Only Rikku and Yuna had stayed behind whilst the others had gone on to their respective tasks, and after pitching the tent, they'd gone to bed. Lulu, meanwhile, had the esteemed task of watching their things, assured of the fact that she, as well as Rikku and Yuna, could take out any regular monster that might happen upon their little camp.Slender, pale hand smoothed silken black hair away from her face, darkly colored lips parted in a sigh. She was incredibly, woefully bored. Gooey ConquestFrom just inside the forest that surrounded, a gellatenous shape peered out the busty goddess. While just a monster, the things instinctual arousal was clear and it was indeed attracted by her.......gifts. Sliding without a sound, it began to slowly make it's way closer and closer to the lone woman that actually loomed over it. The monster didn't appear very big at all. In fact, it looked as if it was just a baby Flan. But, this was actually a bit of a defense maneuver. It did this to lull it's prey into a false sense of security, which it would then transform itself to normal size and easily devour anything that challenged. It's full size was actually almost as tall as a human. And in fact, could also change itself in a somewhat human looking form. It used that when it got a taste for human women, this not being the first time it set it's sights on a sexy human female.As it got within a few feet of her, it stopped, it's shape growing and expanding, taking it's humanoid shape before moving yet closer to the unexpeting woman, it's "hands" reaching out as it got just within reach of her. Gooey ConquestLulu was completely unaware of the flan until it had come within inches of her until then, she was completely absorbed in her own thoughts, dark eyes half closed she was nearly asleep herself. However, as it nearly touched upon her, her eyes opened wide. "What the " she managed, jumping to her feet, tripping over her manifold belts. She went down, landing hard on her back, driving the breath from her. She looked up at it, holding the cactuar before it. "Fire," she saidd in her low, sultry voice, a fireball appearing before her doll and her hands... but then it fizzled out this flan was completely immune to magic. "No," she said, eyes wide she felt powerless. Gooey ConquestThe Flan didn't even flinch when the spell was cast on it. It continued to slide forward, almost gliding over the ground on it's oddly shaped feet, closing the distance between them quite quickly. Without a moments notice, two gooey gobs of it's own being shot out of it's hands, hitting Lulus own and causing them to fly back to the ground, sticking there. While quite........gooey, it was a great adhesive. She would not be able to free her hands and only when it's........fun was over, would the Flan reabsorb the globs and she'd be free. Gooey ConquestLulu struggled at the flan's gooey bonds the best she could, but for all her trying, she was still but the black mage of the group she was by no means its strongest member... Maybe Auron, or Tidus, but never her. "Leave me be," she ordered in her most commanding tone it seemed intelligent, so perhaps that would ward it off? She couldn't see why else it would be doing this, unless it wanted to feast on her... her blood ran cold at that, and she opened her mouth to scream. Gooey ConquestThe flan ignored her order, in quickly lowering itself over top of her. Just as she opened her mouth to scream, the equivalent of it's head lowered, part of he stretching out to envelop her mouth, a long little appendage stretching out from it to invade her mouth while the rest of it's body lowered, little extensions stretching down from it to feel all around her body. Gooey ConquestLulu tried to bite down on the gooey appendage that invaded her mouth, refusing to let it have its way with her, but the fact remained that there really wasn't anything there to bite down on. She squirmed uncomfortably against the flan, wishing that she was perhaps wearing pants instead of the low cut dress, the front of which consisting of pretty much a skirt of belts there really wasn't much that could be done... and she couldn't even use magic against the thing. She screamed around the flan's goo, trying to get Yuna and Rikku to come to her aid. Gooey ConquestThanks to the.......appendage in her mouth, her sounds of protest were all muffled. Now, the flan found a hindrance in it's intentions, her clothing. While not smart enough to go about the task of removing them, it had long since developed it's own way to getting past such things. Laying it's gelatenous body on top of her, her clothes seemed to begin.........dissolving pretty much, as if there were dipped in acid. Still, this would only dissolved her clothing, but not actually harm her. Gooey ConquestLulu's screams only became more and more hysterical with every movement of the flan. She could feel the thick leather of the belts, the heavy corset, even the fur lining at the top dissolving as if they were nothing. And it would not be long before, with only a few scraps of cloth left, that Lulu was more or less naked. Nipples, tipped with darker nipples that were hard in the cool air rested on large, heaing breasts, milky white and soft. Her legs, long and supple, squeezed tight together, hiding her rapidly disintegrating underwear only a lacy purple thong. However, she apparently had little tone, having but soft skin and little strength to get away from the flan that had already eaten through her clothing. Gooey ConquestWith those cumbersome layers out of the way, the Flans real intentions could finally began. The extension in her mouth took a bit of a........particular shape before it would withdraw from her mouth, the push back in. Similar happened when a glob of the Flan found it's way to her croth once the sexy lingerie was gone. It coated it's prize, enveloping it entirely before it too thrust into her. Gooey ConquestLulu, who until this time merely thought she was going to be eaten along with her two friends, screamed around the gooey appendage as it took a shape that was familiar to her. No... Her eyes closed tight as it began to thrust in her mouth, her legs closing tight on her crotch until it forced itself entirely onto her, her legs spreading wide on the ground. Her fingernails dug deep into the gooey holds it had put on her, Lulu moaning around the gooey cock as it coated her pussy in goo... before a hard cock slid inside of her. Cheeks blazed red as she was taken by this monster. Gooey ConquestWhether her sounds were of pleasure or disgust, this Flan didn't know, care or perhaps even have the ability to distinguis the two. It's sole purpose here was to mate with the attractive female, and that was what it was doing. It's body raised up a bit, so that only her mouth and pussy were covered as it ravaged the two holes of her body, two hand like appendages appearing from what would be it's chest to snake around her large, bouncing breasts, wrapping around and squeezing the orbs. Gooey ConquestLulu moaned loudly, either one of bitter resignation, or mounting pleasure. The one in her mouth she could do without... but the one that was being thrusted into her tight, quickly moistening pussy felt wonderful... She'd never felt goo inside of her before, and it was a wonderfully novel feeling. Her fingers dug into the goo oncem ore as her eyes rolled back, her hips rising up against the gooey cock as she choked a bit around the other. Gooey ConquestSensing some sort of......distress and not wanting it's new mate to pass out or anything, the good pulled it's appendage out of her mouth, letting her breath, whilst the one her pussy stayed there and actually picked up it's pace, thrusting into her quite hard now, it's "hands" sliding and squeezing around her large breast, the creature seemingly interested in her very impressive bossom. Gooey ConquestLulu had a grateful look in her eyes when the flan pulled back the cock from her mouth, before her eyes shut tight and she let out a loud moan, enjoying the feel of the cock inside of her pussy, picking up its pace. She didn't scream in fact, she started to moan and pant with every thrust, her breasts jiggling in its gooey grip. "M more," she managed to gasp. She hadn't fucked since Wakka's brother passed... this was more than welcome. Gooey ConquestThe flan heard her, but didn't understand human speech. Still, her request was granted as the creature picked the pace up further, pounding the attractive human with all the strength it's gooey body possessed.Unbeknownst to the pair, that had gotten a single person audience. While Yuna was sound asleep, Rikku was peaking out of the front of her tent, having heard Lulus moans and wanted to investigate. When she saw what Lulu was doing and how much she enjoyed, she was quite surprised, but for whatever reason.........couldn't tear her eyes away. Gooey ConquestLulu's moans became even louder and faster with every hard, long drive of its gooey cock into her pussy, her eyes shut tight as she was pounded hard by the dick. As Rikku watched the spectacle of Lulu being fucked by the man like flan, she found her hand dipping into her shorts, gently touching upon her own pussy, before she gently pushed them down her long legs. She pulled her tank top off over her head, and heart beating fast, she began to approach the flan. She pulled off her underwear, a skimpy yellow thong, before kneeling over the goo. "Hello?" she said, hoping to get its attention, her juices running down her taut, bronzed legs. She had to admit, the sight had turned her on... and now she wanted some. Gooey ConquestThe flan looked at this new girl, surprised someone was coming up to it. Still, it didn't skip a beat, Lulu still beneath it as he ravaged her. It wasn't sure what this new girl wanted, but it could smell arousal on her. Gooey ConquestLulu's hands dug into the goo as it kept ravaging her, her muscles growing erratic around the thick, thrusting gooey cock. She was about to cum... Rikku, seeing her opportunity, made her way over to Lulu... She always wanted to do this. She lowered herself down, more or less sitting on Lulu's face. "Lick me, Lulu," she said in a commanding voice, and Lulu looked horrified before curiosity and horniness overcame her. She started to lick, before leaning over the gooey flan she wanted this flan to do something to her. Gooey ConquestThe flan couldn't really appreciate the situation, but it had another attractive human to mate with, so it planned to do so. Whilst it's hips continued thrusting hard and fast into Lulu, it's upperbody pressed up against Rikkusback, coating her firm little backside as several appendages snaked their way around to her front, fondling and rubbing just about every inch of her body.Meanwhile, just inside the treeline, Kimahri had returned with the nights supper, only to be met with the odd sight of Lulu, Rikku and the flan engaged in a rather odd threesome. As with Rikku, he couldn't tear his eyes away, just watching for a moment before his own animal instincts got the better of him and stealthfully entered the camp and walked right into Yunas tent. Gooey ConquestRikku moaned softl as the goo began to gently touch upon her pussy and caress her sexy, tight little body, and she slowly pulled herself off of Lulu, kneeling over the gooey monster so that it could have its way with her. Meanwhile, Lulu let out a scream of rapture as she was driven to her orgasm, her juices shooting out around the gooey shaft.Lulu's scream awoke Yuna inside the tent, and she slowly rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hand. "Wha ?" she started, slowly pushing herself up into a sitting position. Unlike the others, she didn't sleep in her clothes, wearing a plain, shapeless white robe that hinted at the pale, soft skin underneath. "Kimahri," she said, glad to see her protector at the entrance of the tent. "What's going on?" she asked. Gooey ConquestFeeling the juices coat it's member, the Flan took that as the signal to cum itself. It's cum was a bit different than human males. It was of a different color and also thicker in texture. Plus........no worry of a human getting a little flan bun in the oven. With that, it seemed ready for more, slinging it's shapeless body onto Rikku, ready to ravage the next female.Kimari said nothing, just smiling gently down at her as he walked over to little sleeping area, before kneeling down and starting to pull the covers down Yunas body. When they were at his feet, he started to run one large hand up her leg, enjoying her soft skin, and pushing her robe further and further up her body, revealing more and more soft, smoothe skin underneath,. Gooey ConquestLulu was left gasping with the flan's cum running down her thighs, her cheeks crimson red, her eyes half closed... she could pass out at any moment after the fucking she just got. Rikku squealed as the flan hurled itself at her, and obviously being more willing than Lulu, her arms and legs wrapped around the flan, waiting for it to have its way with her.Meanwhile, Yuna shied away from Kimhari's touch. "Kim Kimhari, what are you doing?" she asked, her eyes wide as inch after inch of her leg was revealed. She was shy of it... but she wanted it at the same time. Gooey ConquestAfter landing on Rikku as just a glob, the Flan quickly regained it's humanoid shape, feeling around Rikku as it did Lulu before it's gooey member reformed and just slammed into Rikkus tight body. Obviously, being Lulu had left it in a bit of a sexual frenzy."It's alright Yuna." was all Kimahri said as his hand returned to her soft legs, starting to push the gown up even more, smiling lightly at her when her panties started to become visible. Gooey ConquestRikku's nails scored the back of the humanoid flan as its cock slammed into her tight, oh so willing pussy, her eyes shutting tight. "Yes," she breathed, raising her hips as she fucked back against her new gooey friend.Yuna, meanwhile, was speechless... She was still half asleep, and not too sure of what was going on, but something was happening behind her cute white cotton panties she was starting to grow moist, a feeling she'd never felt before. She was definitely a virgin and every bit as sexually pure as one could hope. "Kimahri," she said, her legs parting just a bit as he continued to push her robe up, baring her moisting panties. Gooey ConquestNow in it's.........frenzy, the flan was thrusting harder into Rikku than it had with Lulu, digging out a tiny little trench as her body was forced back and forth across the ground, the gooey substance of it's body somewhat rippling as it too felt great pleasure.Kimahri just smiled when she said his name and he saw her wet panties. He could tell she was nervous, but wanted this as well. Sliding the robe up and off her now, he laid it on the ground before surveying the sexy prize beneath him. While not as lustfully hot as Lulu, Yuna had a more......graceful, unspoiled kind of beauty."You look very lovely Yuna." he told her in his deep voice, standing up to undo his own little amount of clothing, leaving her to admire his large, muscular, furry buy very attractive now nude body. Gooey ConquestRikku panted with each and every thrust into her tight, wet pussy her eyes shut as she was shoved across the ground by its hard, gooey cock.Meanwhile, Yuna's cheeks were filling with color as Kimhari pushed her robe off, leaving it on the ground behind her. She was wearing a cotton bra along with her panties, covering her pale, softly curving body. She reached up behind her, transfixed on the sight of a nude Kimhari, pulling off her bra to reveal soft white breasts tipped with rosy nipples. "Kimhari," she murmured. Gooey ConquestThe flan began to ripple and make odd gurgling sounds. It was it's own equivalent on moaning in pleasure, and meant that a climax was not far off and Rikku would soon be filled with it's gooey seed like Lulu."I'll be gentle Yuna." Kimahri softly replied, hooking his fingers into the waist band of her panties, sliding them down her soft, slender legs, laying them with the rest of her clothes. He then climbed on the bed, over top of her, nestling himself between her legs, which were spread wide to accomodate him while he smiled softly down at Yuna, gently stroking her cheek with the back of his large hand, his already hard, large manhood pressing against her flat stomach. Gooey ConquestRikku let out a howl of pleasure as the flan drove into her, nails digging into the ground as her palms slapped against the dirt, eyes going wide as she came, her walls spasming around its gooey member.Yuna's heart fluttered with excitement as her panties were pulled down her white legs, her cunt only growing more moist, a small smile on her face. "Kimahri," she said with a breathless whisper, her arms sliding around his neck as his cock lay against her stomach... As nervous as she was, she was ready. Gooey ConquestLike last time, the girls body reacting in orgasm, the Flan rippled as it came again in her, like Lulu, filling her with it's gooey goodness. It seemed to rest a moment on top of her, before it turned back into it's blob shape and started to head back towards the forest, satisfied by it's two conquests."Yuna.......I'll go slow........" Kimahri whispered back as he pulled his hips back, then began to slowly slide his impressived manhood into her. He wanted to go slow and gentle as he was bigger than a normal human, so her body would need to adjust to his size so as to avoid pain. Not to mention, he cared greatly for her, possible even loved her. So, for this first time between them, he wanted it to slow and sensual. Though, if Yuna ended up actually wanting him rougher, he'd likely oblige, as it appeared both had wanted this for a while. Gooey ConquestRikku squealed as she was filled to the brim with the gooey cum of the flan, and feeling it trickle down her bronzed thighs, she was left there in panting bliss. Slowly she crawled over to Lulu and collapsed on the other woman, using her shoulder as a makeshift pillow as cum continued to run out of both of them.Yuna nodded mutely as Kimahri began to slide his huge cock inside of her waiting pussy. "Kimahri," she moaned softly as she felt herself slowly stretch out around his monstrous cock, until it pressed against her virgin wall. "Please, Kimahri... fill me," she said, arms wrapping around his furry shoulders to coax him into thrusting forward, making her into a woman. Gooey ConquestKimhari smiled affectionately down at her before backing his hips up just a bit then giving a small, but sharp thrust forward, breaking her hymen and taking her virginity. He was glad to be her first, stopping after he did so to let her get use to the slight pain before he'd get to the harder stuff. Gooey ConquestYuna let out a hiss of pain as her virginity was taken by her large, furry protector. "Kimahri!" she said, letting out a small sob as a few tears streaked her pretty face, trying to get used to his size. She didn't think it would hurt..."I... I'm alright now," she said after several moments of just relaxing, trying to unclench her muscles from around his invading cock. Gooey ConquestKimahri looked down at her, using his large hand to gently wipe her tears away."Yuna...." he lovingly whispered, pulling his hips back again, then thrusted back. Of course, he started slow and gentle. If he started too rough, there'd be more pain than pleasure. Gooey Conquest"Kimahri," she whispered back, arms wrapped tight around him, face buried into his furry shoulder as she tried to get used to the thick spear that was his cock. "It... it feels good," she said, starting to feel pleasure mixed with the pain. Gooey Conquest"Good. Just relax, and any pain you feel will quickly be replaced by pleasure." Kimahri replied in his deep, intimating, but also warm and gentle voice, still thrusting slow and gently into her, his big hands slipping under her back to hold her by comparison little body against him. Gooey ConquestYuna nodded, relaxing her muscles around his thrusting cock. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding their bodies close as he continued to thrust in and out of her. "Kimahri," she moaned softly, starting to grow hot and wet around him with every slow slide of his monstrous manhood. Gooey ConquestKimahri responded with a low moan, his pace slowly picking up speed and force. He looked down into her eyes and smiled again, his gaze momentarily lowering to watch her sizable breasts bouncing lightly with each thrust. God, she was the most beuatiful thing he had ever seen. Gooey ConquestYuna's mind was blank she felt such pleasure between her soft white thighs, and every thrust of Kimahri's huge cock coaxed her closer to the edge of her first orgasm... she so badly wanted to reach it, and to feel Kimahri's, to feel his hot, thick Ronso cum filling her untried pussy. It made her shiver and moan with delight. Gooey ConquestKimahris groans grew louder and louder, his thrusts getting harder and faster. He wasn't doing her particularly hard, but the small bed began to rock back and forth due to the momentum his large body created as he thrust into his human lover. Gooey ConquestNot only was the bed being rocked back and forth, but her relatively small body was pushed along the bed with every thrust of her Ronso lover, the sheets bunching up beneath her with every successive thrust. "Kimahri!" she groaned, eyes going wide as she came, her juices squirting out around his thick cock. "Don't stop," she moaned, her hands clutching at his furry arms. Gooey ConquestKimahri was tempted to stop when she came, but when Yuna told him not to, he was glad to listen, still thrusting into her hard and fast. He wasn't terribly close to his own climax, so she was in for a good bit more pleasure. Gooey ConquestYuna's cheeks were stained red as Kimahri continued to slide in and out of her untried passage, stretching her wide around his thick Ronso cock. She began to flex her inner walls once she figured out how to, making her tight, wet pussy even tighter, trying to please him. Gooey Conquest"Oh.....Yuna......" Kimahri said, pleasantly surprised by her "skill". She sure was a quick learner, with this only being her first time. He was sure she'd make quite the little minx with some experience. Still, he was concentrated on making love to her, his large cock finally beginning to twitch lightly, the beginning signs of his own orgasm. "Please, Kimahri... fill me," she moaned softly, her own orgasm starting to build back up... not only was the squeezing helping him out, but it was making everything feel better for her, too... it wouldn't be long even now before she came again... and she wanted him to cum as well, to fill his hot seed inside of her. Kimahri tried to postpone it, but could only hold back for so long. With a mighty roar, he thrust fully inside of her, spilling a rather large loud of Ronso cum deep into her womb. There might be a possibility of her bearing a child, but Ronso Human hybrids were unheard of, so it was more likely something that was impossible. Yuna had no fear of a child... it was unheard of, and all she could focus on was the moment in which they were having sex. As he dumped his load of thick, steamy cum inside of her, she came as well, her juices squirting out around his cock once more, eyes wide as she let out a squeal, his name riding on it. "K Kimahri!" she said after several moments... he tired her out, and before you knew it, she passed out. Being a good deal strong than her, Kimahri was very much awake after Yuna passed out. He couldn't help but smile, before moving over to lay next to her, it being a rather snug fit on the small bed. Still, he possesively held her sleeping body against his, already day dreaming more or less about the things they would no doubt do in the future. "Take her to interrogation room one. I shall be there shortly." said Jade, The Necromancer, ordering his men to take the fiery leader of the Dark Wings, Noir, to an interogation room so that he could interview her and see what trouble she had been up to since their last meeting. Jade smiled softly into the mirror in his office as Noir was dragged away to the interrogation room. He pulled on the long blue gloves, part of his uniform, before he pulled his glasses back on, adjusting them so that they lay on the thin bridge of his nose. He made his way to the interrogation room, where Noir had been locked inside, her arms handcuffed to the sides of the chair she'd been shoved into."Noir, it's been quite a while, hasn't it? You've been naughty, from the reports I've received," he said smoothly, turning out the fonic lights that kept the interrogation room bright, casting it into darkness so that the observers could see nothing. Even if someone tried to come in, they couldn't Jade had already sealed the door. "If you knew what all I was really up to, you'd consider me even naughtier." Noir replied with a seductive, confident smile. She wasn't scared of the man. At least yet. She knew all the stories about what he did to fallen enemies on the battlefield. She never believed them though. Afterall, there were a number of false, exaggerated tales about herself as well. "Perhaps so. But then I would have to spank you harder than I'm going to, and none of us want that, hm?" he asked, slowly pulling off his glasses. In order to prevent his Fonic Sight from going out of control he had to keep them on, but he tended to be more menacing without. "So tell me, Noir, what has our naughty little redhead been doing since we last ran into you?" he asked, his eyes nearly glowing a faint rubicund light. "Oh, just this and that." Noir replied, flippantly waving her hand. She thought Jade was quite the looker with his glasses off, but wasn't intimidated by him......yet at least. Jade began to approach her, eyes providing some amount of light in the otherwise dark room. "It doesn't really matter if you tell me or not at best, you'll face years in prison. At worst," he said, his spear forming in a shower of green sparks in his hand, "you'll be executed, like your friends," he said, embedding the spear deep into the wood of her chair, next to her head... before the spear promptly disappeared once more. "Or perhaps we could work up an arrangement," he said, his voice never going above a soft speaking tone. "And what kind of arrangement would this be, mister Curis?" Noir asked, intrigued at the mention. She had no clue what he wanted, but she had her own things she was hoping for. Jade quirked a brow. "Well, that depends, doesn't it? What do you think your life is worth right now?" he asked, curious as to her answer. He was surprised that the spear hadn't garnered a reaction out of her, but he'd find some way to do it short of outright torture. "Well, I'd like to keep on living, so I'd suppose just about anything." Noir replied, smiling lightly as she looked the man up and down. She really did mean anything, and wished he was pervy enough to take advantage of it. Jade was indeed pervy enough, though this fact was known to only one person in the world, and that was Peony when they talked about women. "Anything?" he asked, the spear once more materializing in his hand. He pressed the point of it against her crotch. "Even being fucked with a spear?" he asked. He wasn't going to do it, of course, but she might think him capable of it. "Hmmmm, maybe......I've always liked things that were long and hard...." Noir replied with a smile, calling him on his bluff. She figured he wouldn't do it........but she'd probably end up enjoying it one way or another. She was known for being quite the tiger in the sack. Jade was surprised the women he interrogated were never so resilient... then again, he specialized in torture, not interrogation like this. He didn't let it show, though, and when she called him on his bluff, he pressed forward on the spear, the blade indeed pushing into her just a bit through her clothing, before he withdrew the spear, it disappearing in a flash of light. He reached down to where he'd pushed in her skirt a bit, and he pulled it up, letting it rest over one of her thighs before he gently pushed a finger into her. Noir winced lightly from the spear, but that was soon replaced with a light moan when he suddenly came over and pushed a finger into her."Oh my.......shouldn't you buy me dinner first?" she jokingly asked, slowly pulling down her top to let her bra covered large breasts pop out. Even in their.....restraints, they bounced lightly. "Would you like to wait?" he asked softly, turning his finger around in her a bit before he pulled back, wiping off his finger before removing his gloves. Afterward, he brought his hand up, Jade starting to murmur under his breath. Blades of wind whipped at Noir, hard enough to leave pink scratches when it touched upon skin instead of cloth, ripping her clothes from her body, save her bra and whatever panties she wore. "Much better," he said cheerfully, looking over the chesty little thief. "Since when you'd get so pervy?" Noir asked, gasping after he slashed away all her clothing, leaving her a rather nice pair of lacy black bra and thong. She was certainly surprised by all of this. Not like she minded......as long as he didn't get too rough with her. Jade hummed to himself as he undid his belt, letting his pants fall down to the ground. Next went his underwear, and finally his boots, leaving him entirely naked from the waist down, his hard cock now in sight. Jade approached her, expertly undoing the clasp on her bra, letting her milky white tits out into the open, much to his pleasure. "Very nice," he murmured, squeezing one of her large breasts, pinching one rosy nipple. Noir wasn't surprise he ignored her.........no did she care. She writhed around a bit in her chair, not resisting him at all. He sure knew what he was doing alright."Better than that bimbo Tears?" she asked with a grin. Noir liked to be objects of peoples affections lustful thoughts. Natalia was no thread, neither was little Anise. Tear........she was really quite hot. The only one Noir considered a rival when it came down to who was hotter. Jade smiled softly as he gently tweaked her nipple this way and that, before his hand covered the front of her pale, milky tit. "Mm... I haven't fucked her yet, so I couldn't say if they were or not. I think she has them tied back," Jade said with a soft laugh. Oh, he had thought about fucking Tear before... but no opportunity had presented itself. Like this one had. Jade came closer to her, kneeling down, pulling her skirt to the side... and whilst pushing her legs against the legs of the chair, he dug his tongue into her cunt. "No way!" Noir almost shouted. It couldn't be. Tears boobs were large enough as is. If she held them back with tape or something, they must be absolute massive, works of art. She was about to say something else, but all that came out was a moan as Jade thrust his tongue into her. Jade knew that would rile up the vain Noir, though he didn't know for certain if that was a lie or not. He would have to check for himself sometime. His tongue parted and probed her outer lips, getting her as wet as he could before he reached around to her back, undoing the restraints on her hands, the chains connected to the ones on her feet, letting her mostly loose. Jade pulled her off of the chair for a moment, turning to sit in the chair himself.. and then he set her on his lap, his hard cock resting between her ass cheeks as he pressed his lips to hers, letting Noir taste her own cunt juice. As soon as Noir realized he had released her hands, he had sat down and pulled her with him. Surprised by the kiss the followed, she soon returned it, getting off a bit on knowing she was tasing a mixture of him and herself after he had just eaten her out. Eventually, she pulled back, letting out a satisfied moan as she did so."Heh, I'm gonna make you forget all about the silicone toting slut." she said, obviously referencing Tear. Obviously.........she was not gonna let his comment about Tears bust size go. For a couple of reasons. One, jealousy........Noir was suppose to be the super hotty everyone lusted after, not Tear. 2, it was hot. As she had thought earlier, if Tears tits were that size taped back............god, would she ever love to see them bare and free. "Really, now? Or perhaps I might wonder how much better it would be were it her?" he asked with that perfectly crafted expression of pure innocence, his hands finding her wide hips. Her skirt, still pushed back to reveal her wet pussy, proved no obstacle to him as he picked her up... and a moment later, she would feel a thick cock parting her lower lips around it, the few hairs around his groin crushed by her mound as he slid in to the hilt. "Bastard!" Noir more or less moaned out as he slid himself easily into her. No way would she lose out to Tear. She really did have no chance to beat her. While Jade obviously made it up on the spot.........it was actually true. She was actually a good deal more well endowed than she appeared. Always getting unwanted attention from perverts lead her to trying to conceal her large breasts, but since they were quite large, she couldn't fully tape them down, still leaving her with a somewhat fake, but very attractive pair of melons. Noone had yet had the honor of seeing her melons in their full glory though.... "Me? I'm harmless," Jade said simply, as he was sheathedi nside of her warm and slick tunnel. He pushed her up to about halfway up his dick, before she was quickly pushed down, his hips bucking himself up into her on the down slide. He set up a rhythym like this, bucking hard in to her. Jade did not know whether he preferred the busty, pale redhead Noir, or the fit young soldier that was Tear, even if she had a magnificent set of titties. His cock was rooting for the one riding it right now, though. And Noir did enjoy riding it. She moaned again and again, louder and louder each time as he set up the nice rhythym of lifting her up, then pulling her back down, her large breasts bouncing sharply each time. Jade's arm came up behind her back, laying across her shoulders, pulling her and those magnificent breasts closer, the other arm laying across the top of her ass as she bounced on his cock, his own groans soft and light in the delicate shell of her ear. Oh, this was quite fun indeed, his pre cum oozing into her as he fucked her. "Oh yes commander Curtis! More.........more.........!" Noir begged, damn near screaming as she held onto his shoulders for dear life, loving every second of this.........even though he was actually more or less raping her. Jade did indeed give her more, standing up with her soft, curvaceous body on top of him. He stepped forward, pressing her against the table, crushing her body agains it as he bucked his hips into her, balls slapping against her ass... until... He let out a long, throaty groan, those very balls emptying his hot, thick seed into her, his cock trapping his cum into her for a few moments before he pulled back, reaching down to get hos pants back on, leaving the gasping Noir with his cum running out of her and onto her thighs. The feeling of his warm seed in her was the last straw for her, and she came quite hard immediately after, arching her back sharply. She barely had time to enjoy it when Jade just suddenly pulled out and got dressed."Wh where are you going?" she asked curiously. Though, she already knew the answer. All this was was a good fuck. Not like he was gonna set her free or anything.........She was still under arrest. Jade turned his head, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "I only paid the jailer long enough for that. I would clean up if I were you your real interrogator will be here any moment. I'll be back to check on you later," he replied, sure to make this a habit of his, to fuck the sexy Noir senseless. And with no further ado, he left the interrogation room, closing the door behind him, whistling to himself as he stalked off. Noir was left absolutely speechless at what he said and him leaving. Though, eventually she did do what she could to clean herself up and get dressed again.Meanwhile, in Kimlasca, Tear sat in front of a mirror in one of the many guest rooms in Natalias castle, which she had elected to stay for a few days. As always, she was glued in front of the mirror, looking at her.........real reflection. Primarily........her non taped breasts. She couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the things. When it came to her real bust size, massive was an understatement. When she was in her earlier teen years, she got enough unwanted attention due to blossoming early. And the blossoming didn't stop until she turned 17, which left her with these two huge things to lug around. Though, she had gotten use to it, so they weren't really heavy. Still, she saw how people spoke of her figure when she had these things somewhat hidden. If people knew just how large she really was...........she'd never get a moments rest, as they were really quite spectacular. So large and round and aboslutely perfect. One couldn't help but water at the mouth if they laid eyes on them. Though, Tear saw them a quite freakish, as she dislike people that only cared about physical traits like this. With another sigh, she went about her usual task of trying to tape the things down and slip into her usual outfit. Having done it for years, it was easy."Ready Tear?" came the familiar voice of Natalia after a knock at her door, that damn near gave Tear a heart attack."Yea, in a minute." Tear called back, taking a deep breath as she checked herself out in the mirror. Yep, same, curvy Tear as always.... After a few more minutes of impatient waiting, giving Tear ample time to cover what was ample on her with tape and clothing, Natalia pushed open the door. "What's taking you so long?" asked a clearly impatient Natalia. She was wearing a light green dress that clung to her curves nicely, a V to just below her breasts giving a nice view of her chest, the dress also showing off Natalia's best feature: her legs, with high heeled shoes besides. Her hair had grown out just a bit in the time after their journey, and it only added to Natalia's beauty. "Come on, we're going to miss reservations," she said impatiently she really wanted to go... mostly because she wanted to hurry on this date with Guy, or as she properly called him, Gailardia. It was almost no secret that the princess of Kimlasca and the Malkuth nobleman were something of an item, but they liked to believe it was. "Sorry.....I'm coming........." Tear softly replied, obviously somewhat depressed by this date. She wanted to go, but her and Guys relationship also made her feel lonely since Luke had never come back. Hopefully, there'd be something on the date that would at least take her mind off it, but she wasn't hopeful."You look good. I'm sure Guy....oh.......Gailardia and you will have a great time." she said, smiling softly as she stood in front of Natalia. Natalia's cheeks were stained with color at her words. "Thank you, I hope so, too," Natalia said with a small smile. She had been planning this for a while, now, and was planning on pouncing Guy after their dinner date for dessert. "Come on, we'll be late if we don't hurry," Natalia said, reaching out to grab Tear's hand, pulling her out of the room. A rather excited Natalia led her down to the elevator, and soon they reached a large, warmly colored restaurant, where Guy awaited in the lobby. Tear gasped when Natalia suddenly took her hand and hurried into the elevator. When it stopped, they were met with the sight of Guy dressed in a fancy suit, making him look quite handsome, Tear thought."Wow, you both look absolutely ravishing tonight." Guy excitedly said as he looked at the pair. Tear wasn't dressed quite as fancy as Natalia, but was hot none the less. Natalia had her beat out for the night though, as Guy had trouble keeping his eyes off her cleavage and legs."T Thanks....." Tear mumbled, smiling shyly as she looked away, blushing lightly. She couldn't help with how handsome he looked tonight. Natalia positively beamed at Guy she was quite used to his compliments, so she didn't blush anymore. Natalia hooked her arm with Guy's, as she had managed to break him of his phobia, her lips pressing against his cheek for a moment. "Shall we?" she asked them both, before leading them inside the restaurant. They spoke briefly with a waitress, who led them into the crowded restaurant, to a secluded alclove, where Jade, clad in a Malkuth dress uniform, glanced up from the menu, taking a small sip of a brilliant red wine. "Ah, so you've fineally come. I was afraid I would have to order without you," he said simply, before glancing back to his menu, seemingly oblivious to the fact that none of them had invited him along. The colonel seemed to know everything, though. "Um... Jade, why are you here?" she asked, whilst Guy took a seat next to Jade, Natalia taking a seat next to Guy when Jade provided no answer, leaving the final, available seat open to Tear. At last, after Jade took a sip from his wine: "Old men have to eat too, you know," he said cheerfully, closing his menu. Tear groaned lightly in annoyance that someone they all knew saw her here, and might she was as pathetic as she saw herself right now, but still, she took her one remaining seat next to Jade."Yes, I'm sure this by absolutely accident, Mr. Curtis." said Tear, being polite, knowing full well this was no accident. Somehow, he had found out the details about this little date. There was no telling how he did so, but there was no fooling Tear. God, how she hated that this now looked like a double date."So? Fun is fun, regardless of who is here." Guy replied with his usual big smile. As usual, he was rather optimistic, not caring or perhaps even knowing Jade set this up. Regardless, Natalia looked absolutely angelic and now Tear had someone to converse with at the table. He knew Natalia wouldn't let the chance slip by. Since Luke dissapeared, she had tried to set Tear up with damn near every guy she came across, but Tear always refused or weasled out of it somehow. But now, she'd have to deal with Jade and Natalia teaming up on her and when it came to match making, Natalia could be just as devious as Jade always was, which pretty much meant Tear had no hope... "Glad you understand, then," Jade said cheerfully, impervious to sarcasm. Jade was as much of an enigma as he always was he had somehow managed to change the reservation to four, though this curious feat simply amounted to a breathless, sweaty hostess half passed out on a bag of flower, Jade's cum in her belly. "Feel free to order anything ladies, Guy shall be paying," Jade said simply, though Guy would know he couldn't retaliate. Peony was Guy's boss, and Jade, as they all well knew, could be considered the second in command in all of Malkuth.Thinking this couldn't have worked out any better had Natalia even had a hand in Jade being here, Natalia turned a bit to Guy, offering him a flirtatious smile. When a waitress came by, they placed their drink orders, before she moved on, Natalia's hand resting lightly on Guy's thigh. Not to mention..........Guy was rich as well, having a family fortune tucked away. So, he really had no problem paying, especially with how flirty Natalia was being tonight. Feeling her hand on his thigh, Guy placed his hands on her, gently rubbing up and down with a smile on his face.Seeing the looks on their face and that their hands were nowhere in sight, Tear had an idea of what they were doing, and was glad she couldn't see. The two were quite affectionate with one another. As much as she'd absolutely hate that it happen, she wouldn't be surprised if the two started passionately making out or even full on doing it right in the middle of the damn place. But still, she felt somewhat envious. At least Natalia had someone to do such things with. Tear did not. If Luke were here, she would, but after what happened to him, she felt unable to date again. So, despite regular visits from friends, she was still an incredibly lonely woman, made obvious to any who saw her as she sat at the table quitely, a look of sadness in her eyes. Not to mention, Jade simply enjoyed tormenting Guy. Whenever anyone asked them about the events of the past few years, Jade told Guy to explain before silently exiting the scene himself. However, all torment was obviously forgotten as Natalia and Guy seemed to be in their own little world. Jade glanced down to Tear, feeling one of the few pangs of sympathy in his life. His hand reached over to Tear's shoulder "It's quite stuffy in here, isn't it? I think we're going to go out to get some air," he said, refusing to take a no from Tear as he ushered her off of the seat, reaching back to pull the strings on the cloth that covered the alcove it was designed for business meetings as well, and any wait staff who tried to bother them were immediately fired.Jade ushered Tear out to the balcony of the restaurant, whilst Natalia's dainty hand came to rest on his chest, her taking advantage of the situation to grab Guy's lips in a sweet kiss. And Guy was glad to return it, hands resting over on her hips as he passionately returned the kiss.Tear, meanwhile, was surprised by Jades actions, but followed him out none the less."It's a nice night........" she said to him, as they stood out on the balcony alone, looking up at the stars. Natalia felt a devilism smile creep onto her soft pink lips, before she reached down, pushing the table back jut a bit, before she began to slip down to the ground, knees resting on the plush rug beneath the table. She reached out, dextrous fingertips gently undoing his belt, before unzipping his pants. They hadn't gone all the way together yet, but they'd gone fairly far... and she wasn't going to pass up this chance. Her slender fingertips reached into his pants, extracting his cock.Once they were outside on the balcony, Jade glanced down to her, before back to the sky. "Yes, I suppose it is," he said lightly. "Although, perhaps that's simply because you're here," Jade said a rather cliched line, though he used it all the same. Guy groaned softly, letting Natalia go about whatever she wanted to do. This was certainly not the first time she had given him such pleasure. Though, they didn't do it in such public places. Regardless, the chance of being caught was quite small, unless the two of them got too loud in their sexy fun.Tear was quite surprised by Jades line, but really didn't mind. In fact.......it cheered her up a bit."You must say that to all the ladies who you get alone time with because you weasled into their little group date with her two friends." she replied, laughing lightly as she smiled and glanced over at him a moment, before returning her gaze to the clear night sky. Natalia started to gently stroke Guy's cock, thumb rubbing against the head of his cock as she stroked the rest of it, her other hand coming up to help after a moment, the hand around the base of his cock staying as she leaned over. She accepted the head of his cock between her soft lips, suckling softly whilst giving him a tongue bath.Jade considered her words for a few moments... she didn't know how true that was Jade was a sneaky bastard. Shaking that oddly true comment from her off, Jade chuckled softly, leaning a bit against the railing on the balcony, looking back to her with a small smile. "Tear," he said after a moment, hand coming up to grasp her chin when she looked over at him, reddish eyes staring deep into her own eyes for a moment, the glow of his fonic sight quite mesmerizing in the dark of night, before he leaned over to press to Tear's lips what could have been her very first kiss. Guy clutched at the cushioned seat beneath him when Natalia took the tip into her mouth. God, did she ever know just how to please him.Needless to say, Tear was completely shocked by the kiss. Eyes went wide for a good few moments after Jade pressed their lips together. Eventually though, her eyes drifted closed as she place her hands on his shoulders. Instead of pushing him away or anything, she softly returned the kiss. She herself wasn't entirely sure why. She had always had feelings for Luke and there was never really anything between her and Jade. But for whatever reason, she just couldn't resist. Perhaps somewhere in her heart, she cared more for him than as just a friend and comrade. Natalia slowly began to take more of Guy's cock into her mouth, her head starting to bob up and down on his swollen prick. It had to be odd, seeing the heir to half of the entire world sucking cock under the table in a restaurant.Meanwhile, Jade's hand moved from her chin to her cheek, gently brushing against the soft skin of her cheek, as his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. His lips parted a bit, coaxing Tear into a more passionate kiss now that she had given in to just his lips. Guy of course, didn't mind. That's pretty much what lead to them getting together. He had always just seen her as plain old Natalia and treated her like just another member of the gang. Never giving her special treatment because of her status. They made quite a nice couple......and quite a naughty one. Guy continued moaning, his hands going to rest on her head. He didn't hold her there or make her do anything. He just simple rested his hands there.Outside, Tears arms slid around his shoulders as Jade pulled her into for a deeper kiss, parting her lips to give him further access as they shared a rather passionate kiss under the moonlight. She had always wanted a romantic moment like this, but always figured it would be Luke. Even though she never expected this to ever happen with Jade........she wouldn't trade this for the world. Natalia pulled off of his cock with a 'pop', gently stroking his shaft as she looked around to the table behind her, before she grinned mischeviously. She slowly pulled back under the table, spacious enough for them to both nearly lay down fully under there, Natalia pulling aside the skirt of her dress, revealing her pretty white panties, moist at the crotch, Natalia's other hand coming up to gently pull the sides of her dress down, revealing her plump, soft white bressts, tipped with rosy nipples.Jade held Tear against him for several moments, the kiss deepning just a bit, before he pulled back, breath hot on her lips, smelling faintly of herbal mint. He didn't know where they could go for what Jade wanted to do at the moment... she was too sweet and shy of a woman to consent to doing anything out here.. and then Jade glanced back a small cabin like room, separate from the rest of the restaurant. Jade turned back to her, his hands coming up beneath her rear, simply picking her up off the ground, prompting her to wrap her legs around him as he carried her toward that room. "Heh, you really want it bad, don't ya?" Guy asked, smiling as he looked down at Natalia, licking his lips as he revealed more of her body. He just admired her a moment before climbing down and laying over top of her, not bothering to really remove any more clothing as he lowered his head and kissed her passionately, his hard manhood pressing against her panties, while one hand found it's way to her decent sized bosom.Tear gasped in surprise when he picked her up, wrapping her legs around him by sheer reflex. Looking back to see where he was heading, she knew what he had in mind when she saw the place. Blushing lightly, she turned back to smile at him, showing him she was willing to go along with what he desired. Her blush grew quite bright when it hit her that he would soon become the first person to find out the truth about her true bust size. Her shy, modest half told her to stop him before he could take her there and find out, but her other half, who wanted this very much told her to let him do as he wished, and give him the honor of being the first............The naughtier half won out and she just held onto him as he carried her towards his goal while she pondered just how he was going to react to seeing her truely massive chest. She could easily predict how someone like Guy would react but with Jade.......it was alot harder..... "Oh shush, you," Natalia said with a light giggle as Guy laid down on her, her soft white legs wrapping around his hips as her hands came up behind his head, Natalia pkissing her dear Gailardia passionately. Her hand trailed down his back to his tight ass, and she started to push his pants down even more. She wanted him naked, and her dripping wet snatch wanted it now .Jade was quite surprised that Tear did not stop him as he made his way into the little building, over to the couch used for romantic stargazing. She'd be seeing stars, alright.. He set her down on it, hand coming to rest on her pale leg, sliding up and down the hairless surface, as he started to pull at her clothing, wanting to confirm what he had thought, and what Noir drooled over. Guy let her pull his pants even further. After a bit, he pulled back from the kiss so that he could do as she desired and began to strip down, take every chance he could to look down at her lucious form.Tear let Jade do everything he wished without a word until he began tugging at her clothing."W Wait........let me, because........there's something about me you don't know." Tear said, gently stopping his hands before sliding out from under him and standing up off the couch, her back to him. Reaching into the top of her outfit, she gripped both the outer layer and the tape holding her breasts back. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face Jade before pulling both open at the same time, causing her full sized, absolutely massive melons to bounce free before him, only being restrained by a very hard working bra at the moment. Natalia reached down to her midsection, where the dress had bucned together, and managed to shimmy them down her shapely legs they really were her best feature. Next went her white panties, in a comfortable thong style, the underwear being ditched with the rest of their clothes before she wrapped her legs around his hips once more, her high heeled shoes barely remaining on her feet. She wanted her beloved Guy...As Tear pulled back, Jade wishing to just jerk her down right beneath his body, stopped when Tear turned away from him, and got her clothing in her hands, before turning and jerking her clothing apart. Jade's eyes took in her massive, soft tits, Jade resisting the impulse to lick his lips. Jackpot. "I thought they were bigger than you let on," Jade said, reaching out to gently cup one of her massive titties. "They truly are magnificent, Tear, you shouldn't hide them," Jade said, gently kneading her tit, hand slidng across the side of her breast, before it went around her body, Jade pulling her back against him, crushing her curvy body against him. His dextrous fingers undid her bra, and her tits were unleashed fully to his eyes. "Whilst the bra does look cute on you, you'll ruin it in seconds when they start bouncing," he said with a lecherous smile. Guy smiled down at her his hand lowered to scoop her up a bit, raising her hips before he began to slowly slide himself inside of her, being gentle every step of the way.Tear was quite surprised by his comments and his touching. But, was very relieved that he obviously didn't think her massive rack was her sole defining feature. Gasping when he pulled her onto the couch with him, she spread her legs on either side of his, making her self comfortable on his lap."Jade.......you're making me blush........" she shyly said with a little giggle when he made the bouncing comment. She sure didn't mind. Natalia let out a deep moan as Guy began to slide hsi cock into her. "Be gentle, Love," Natalia murmured into the shell of his ear, the cock sliding easily into her until he reached her barrier. Was it all that surprising that the princess was a virgin?Jade smiled softly against Tear's lips as she said he was making her blush. "My umblest apologies," he murmured softly. He brushed the hair that normally lay over her pretty blue eyes behind her ear, letting him view her pretty face. True, her rack was absolutely magnificent, but the rest of her was quite hot as well. Jade's hands moved to the buttons on his coat, slipping it off a moment later, dropping it on the floor, revealing his woefully pale, but muscular, body. He kissed her gently as they continued to undress one another. "As always, my dear princess." Guy replied, smiling sweetly down at her, giving her a chance to brace herself before he thrust forward hard enough to take her virginity and bring on her physical change from girl to woman.Tear softly kissed back, hands and finger tips gliding around his quite attractive chest. Eventually, she pulled back from the kiss, looking down to admire his rather handsome body, hands gliding over and enjoy every little muscle he had. had a little naughtyness going on behind the scenes back in the day. Natalia let out a pained cry, her face burying into Guy's shoulder, but the pain she felt was soon replaced by that indescribable feeling of having her hole filled by the man she had come to love. She let out a gentle moan, her hips moving a bit, begging her beloved Guy to start fucking her.Jade's own hands began to move around her body, studiously avoiding her tits, showing her that he cared about much more than that stroking her soft brown hair, running his fingertips over her hips, brushing across her inner thighs every now and again, and cupping her soft cheek before at last, he pulled back a bit. "Would you be so kind?" Jade asked, referring to that she was in a much better position to get his pants off than he was at the moment, and in turn, he started to peel off the last vestiges of her clothing. And Guy did just that. Enjoying the situation just as much as she did, he began to thrust gently in and out of her. This was her first time and all. Still, he was just letting her get use to it all. Pounding the ever loving hell out of her would come in due time.Tear only smiled at his request, letting him finished stripping her, leaving her in her nude glory as she climbed off of him and knelt at his feet, reaching out to unbutton, unzip and swiftly pull down his pants. Her cheeks continued to say red and warm. Both from embarassment and from anxiety of having him take her as her first. Natalia's fingertips ran gently up and down Guy's back, her feet coming up behind Guy's knees as he continued to gently fuck her. "Oh, Gailardia," she moaned softly into his ear, warmth suffusing her body as her beloved made her into a woman. She didn't think about her actions now... but she wished for Guy to be the only one to ever make her feel this way.Jade's semi hard cock was finally released from its prison as Jade witnessed the erotic sight of the beautiful Tear undressing him, kneeling before his manhood. He reached down, pulling Tear up gently, lips pressing against hers for a moment as he helped her into his lap. He wanted her to ride him... he wanted to see those massive tits of hers bounce. "Natalia......." Guy moaned back, increrasing his speed gradually, lower his head to kiss and nip her neck as he did so, feeling her soft breasts pressed against her chest.Tear returned the brief kiss as she climbed back into his lap. She bit her bottom lip nervously as she wrapped her arms around his neck and raised her hips up so her pussy was hovering above his erect manhood. Closing her eyes as she braced herself, she then began to slowly lower herself down onto him. Natalia had to bury her face into his neck to keep from moaning louder and louder, whimpering softly with every strong thrust into her lovely cunt, soft breasts with hardened nipples rubbing against his chest. Her legs tightened around him, her pale, lovely body shuddering a bit as her lover started to thrust harder into her.Jade reached for his cock, holding himself steady as the lovely Tear slowly started to lower herself on him. The soft head of his cock slid past the velvety, flower like folds of her pussy as she started to slide down on his cock, soon the head of his dick meeting her virginal wall. His hand came to rest on her hip, his other, on her shoulder. "Relax yourself, Tear," he said softly, before he pushed her down, claiming her virginity. And his thrusts only got harder. Guy gripped her tight, holding her against him as he pounded into her harder and harder each time.Meanwhile, Tear nodded, bracing herself before Jade pulled her down and took her virginity. She could help but cry out in pain lightly. Burying her face in his shoulder a bit, she pulled back when the pain subsided."Please Jade........take me.......make me yours......." she whispered to him, finding the comfort she longed for by making love to the older man. Natalia started to gently raise her hips with each and every thrust of his, her movements and her inner walls becoming erratic as he coaxed her on to orgasm. She moaned loudly, muffled by his neck, before urging him on more and more, begging for another ograsm... It had never been so strong in her life..."As you wish," Jade said softly, his hand grasping her hip more tightly as he started to push her up nad down on his hard cock, pushing her away just a bit as she rode him so that he could watch her gigantic, marvelously round breasts jiggle and bounce with every motion. Her sounds and climax urged him further. He could go for longer than she could, so if she wished for more orgasms, more she shall have as Guy grunted and groaned, the pair sliding back and forth on the floor beneath them.Tear took a bit of initiative, moving on her own, increasing the rate of her bouncing on his lap, which caused her breasts to bounce in small circles for him. She saw him starting at them, but she didn't mind considering she knew that's not what he cared about most. So, she had no problem giving him what he liked. "Gailardia... oh, Gailardia," Natalia cooed into his ear as he continued to fuck her, molten bliss surging through her veins as her entire body seemed to relax after tensing up and snapping tight during her orgasm, her walls becoming slack around him, creating slurping, sloppy sounds whenever he drove into her soft body she would be back to normal in due time.Meanwhile...Jade's eyes were almost hypnotized by her bouncing breasts, one hand coming to grab one of them as they bounced, lips locking around the nipple, suckling sotly as he continued to push her up nad down on his hard cock, enjoying her untried passage. Guy continued to make love to her, but felt his own climax approaching. She was just so tight around him most of the time, it was driving him absolutely wild."Oh.......Jade..........Colonel Curtis......." Tear moaned out when he took one of her nipples into his mouth, her hips beginning to work themselves into a furious pace, humping against him with passion and lust. Natalia's fingernails scored his back as he drove into her over, and over, and over, and over again, driving her wild with that thrusting meat between his legs. Her eyes went wide as she felt tremors start to rack her body, biting her lip as she came again, so quickly after the first that it could almost be called a double orgasm... followed by a triple as he bucked up against him, body convulsing and jerking as she got off on that miraculous cock of his."Mm... Tear... Locrian Sergeant Grants," he said, even a snarky bastard in the throes of bliss. He started to buck up into her a bit as they fucked one another, his lips switching to her other tit, hardening her nipple with his skilled tongue. Having her climax on him twice in such a short span was the last bit Guy needed. Moaning loudly, he thrust himself fully inside of her, cock twitching as he emptied his seed deep inside her lovely body.If not for the immense pleasure she felt, she might have laughed at his little joke. But, the sounds she made were of her crying out in absolute bliss. Especially now that a new feeling was building in her nether regions. She had never experienced it before, but had enough commen sense to know that Jade was bringing her to her first ever climax. Doing so caused her to buck her hips against faster and arch her back to thrust her tits more against his face. Natalia was absolutely delirious in her passion as her beloved emptied his seed into her, the cum dripping out of her body ever so slowly as she lay there panting underneath the table. "G ...go... go get them... I'll... get cleaned up," Natalia said, slowly trying to get back onto the leather seat, her legs feeling like noodles as she sought out a napkin to clean between her legs, before she'd start on getting her dress back on.Jade leaned back on the couch, lips leaving her magnificent chest, hands reaching down to her hips to help her along, bringing her to the head of his cock, before she was shoved down to the hilt, taking advantage of her inexperienced, curvy body for his own pleasure. "A Alright......." Guy replied, quite breathless as he climbed back up on the opposite seat, taking a moment to rest before getting dressed. Taking his time, he walked out to the balcony and looked around for Tear and Jade. There was no sign of them..........at least for the moment. Then, he heard what sounded like soft moaning and followed it to it's source, the little cabin like area. Peeking in, he was quite surprised to be met with the sight of not only Tear riding Jade, but that her breasts were many times larger than what they normally appeared."Oh Jade.......Jade...........I'm CUMMMMIIIINNNNGGG!" Tear moaned out, literally screaming in pleasure as her back arched sharply and her muscles clamped around him like a vice, her first ever orgasm hitting her like a damn train. None Natalia soon had herself all dressed, and she leaned back against the seat, her hand gently rubbing up and down her crotch a bit more, savoring the feeling that he had inspired inside of her lovely body... She would be jumping Giuy later.Jade's hands continued to push her up and down his hard cock, his eyes coming to a close. "Me too," he grunted, his hot cum starting to flood into her in thick spurts, his hips thrusting up against her a few times as they came in unison, sweat beading on Jade's forehead. His hand came up behind Tear's head, pulling her closer to hm, unfortunately keeping her from seeing Guy outside. Rather breathless, Tear just lay her head against Jades shoulder, trying to catch her breath after her first ever sexual encounter. Sure, she didn't have anything to really compare it with...........but it was absolutely amazing.Guy felt the same way. While he had caught it right at the end, seeing Tear riding Jade like that, with those massive breasts of hers bouncing furiously with her was extremely hot. Jade's arms wrapped around her shoulders almost protectively, holding the busty woman close to him, lips pressing momentarily against her forehead. Acutely aware of someone watching them, Jade said, perhaps louder than he should have: "Come on, let's get dressed and head back inside. They'll come looking for us sooner or later," he said, holding Tear against him long enough for whomever it was to make a hasty getaway, before Jade relinquished his hold, cock slipping out of her as he slowly pushed her off of him onto the little couch, hands lingering for a moment before he let go and got up, beginning to dress. Tear just lay there a moment as Jade got dressed, just taking a moment to rest before standing up as well and fixing her clothes as well. Not wasting any time, she slid out the door and off back towards the resteraunt, having no clue that Guy had watched them. After they were suitably dressed, Jade followed Tear back to the restaurant with a small smile... He really had to hand it to Tear. She was strong, intelligent, and one hell of a lay. Once they were back inside, Natalia offered them all a bright smile, and dinner went on as usual with Guy occassionally glancing at Tear's breasts. None None "Hmmmmm........" Tear said herself, once again back in the guestroom at the castle as she examined herself in the mirror. She was currently in her typical choice of undergarments, primarily examining her huge breasts. Her time with Jade had helped her gain........a little confidence in the regard. She was currently debating if she should continue to hide them or not. If she chose to not hide them anymore, she wouldn't go around in skimpy clothing, showing them off. She just wouldn't let what other people thought get to her. Not like anyone would complain. Though, she was worried about getting hassled by random pervs and what not. Even with her reduced, fake bust size, many a naughty hand had found it's way under her dress in instances of tightly grouped crowds, such as festivals, or rail cars.Of course, she hated it, but there was this part of her deep down that felt a thrill at getting molested by strangers. Not enough for her to give in to those perverts, but enough so that she had disturbing thoughts of riding the rail cars just so that would happen. "I'll be back in just a little while, alright babe?" Guy said, weaseling out of Natalia's embrace. She'd invited him over earlier that day, though mostly they had just fondled and kissed one another on her bed with the door locked tight, preventing the guards from interrupting their fun time. "Just have to head to the bathroom," Guy assured her in reply to her pout. As he normally did to come and go, he simply buttoned his shirt up once more, before sneaking out onto the ledge outside her room. He inched his way along until he could come in through a supply closet, before he found a rag, tucking it into his pocket.He slipped out with practiced stealth, heading straight for the guestroom that Tear tended to use.Picking the lock, since she always had it locked when she was trying to hide her bust, he slipped inside."Mm.." Tear murmured, gazing down at her large breasts, her thoughts drifting to the thoughts of being touched on the rail cars... What would happen once she stopped hiding her tits? Her cheeks were colored pink at the thought, and a drop of involuntary moisture trickled out of her hidden cunt. "May " she started, before Guy made his move, pulling the rag across her mouth, tying it behind her head. "Mmph!" Tear cried out. "Just relax Tear. I don't plan to hurt you, but I will be getting what I want one way or another." whispered Guys voice. With the rag tied around her mouth, he quickly grabbed both wrists and forced them behind her back, preventing her from really doing much to resist. Tear was just reaching down to her garter belt, about to tug a knife out to get rid of her attacker, when her wrists were grabbed and forced behind her back. "Guy?" she asked, though it mostly just came out as a surprised gasp with the rag keeping her from speaking. She struggled a bit, trying to rock the chair back into him so that she could get away. What was he doing here!? How did he get in? She went dry, afraid she was actually about to get hurt. Spotting the knife, Guy used one hand while holding her wrists with the other to pull it out and toss it away before pulling her out and away from the chair to stand."As I said Tear, I do not wish to hurt you. If you just relax and let me do as I wish, I'm sure you'll have some fun as well." he said with a light laugh, what he wants becoming obvious when his free hand quickly shot up to take a testing hold of one her mammoth breasts, kneeding and squeezing it lightly through her straining bra. Tear protested weakly as Guy tossed her knife away, her arms straining against his to try and get away from him. What was he going to do to her!? It quickly became apparent when his hand reached down and kneaded one of her gigantic breasts, Tear moaning in spite of herself. She gazed up at him with eyes that clearly said "What about Natalia?" As his kneading continued, her bra finally gave way, her enormous, milky white breasts breaking free. "Oh, don't worry about her. You'd be surprised to learn how kinky that little princess is. Hell, if she walked in on this..........she'd help me." Guy replied, laughing lightly..........half being honest. Natalia did indeed have quite a naughty side to her, but he certainly did not know how she'd react to seeing this. Considering how hot Tear was.......he'd give it a 50 50 of Natalia either being pissed or joining in. Natalia more or less being Tear's closest female friend, Tear just couldn't agree with that. "Stop!" she tried to say through the rag, before she tried to jerk away again. This time she managed it, the chair tipping over, sending her to the ground, tits jiggling when she hit the ground. She reached up swiftly to try and pull the rag out, leaving her in a horribly vulnerable position for the moment. Guy really didn't seem to mind, especially consider the position she landed in had her perfect ass sticking up in the air. He wasted no time kneeling behind her. Though, instead of holding her.........he lowered his head and licked at her pussy through her thin panties. He already knew that all had to do was get Tear "warmed up" a bit, and she'd be all his. She managed to tug the rag out from between her teeth, and she was just about to begin to sing one of her Fonic Hymns when Guy knelt down and she felt his warm, hot tongue on her pussy. "G Guy, stop!" she whined, her fingertips digging into the carpet as she tried to wiggle away from his invading tongue, causing a bit more of her juices to leak out of her body. Feeling her try to wiggled away, Guy lifted his hands gripped her slender thighs as he held her hin place while his tongue grew more daring, pressing harder against her panties, occasionally pushing past them to touch her bare pussy. Tear fell onto her chest, her hands gripping the rag as she voluntarily bit into it to keep her from crying out as she felt his hot tongue touch upon her actual cunt. "P please, Guy, stop, I have Jade!" she cried out, trying to shake him off with her bucking hips, only driving her cunt harder onto his tongue. Guy just ignored her pleas to stop. He just continued what he was doing. Though, he grew tired of her panties getting in the way and stopped for a brief moment to raise one hand and pull her panties off to the side a bit, so her pussy was no longer covered, before he dove right back in, working her pussy with his tongue, and doing it quite well............as Natalia had given him plenty of practice. "O oh Yulia!" she called out as she felt a hot, wet tongue on her bare cunt for the first time in her life. Her fingers dug into the rug, and as she slowly lay with her breasts pressed to the ground, she finally relented to his touches, just wishing for more of that pleasant electricity between her legs. Seeing that she was no longer resisting, he stopped a brief moment to pull her panties down her slender legs, leaving them around her knees before he dove right back in. Now that she seemed to want this, Guy was eating her out in earnest now. If she wanted more pleasure, he was glad to give it to her. "Nngh," she murmured, and in the moment that Guy was not touching her with that wondrous tongue, Tear turned onto her back, spreading her legs wide for him, her arms demurely covering her gigantic breasts. She was still a little shy of them, even in this situation all she wanted was that magical tongue on her right now, anyway. Her legs spread wide, toes digging into the carpet as Guy touched upon her pussy once more with his hot, slick tongue. In the new position, Guys hands rose up to rest on her thighs. He wasn't holding her any longer. Just reflex, more or less. Plus, she had really nice legs. Some, it's not like it made things worse as he skillfully ate her out, not even really noticing her shyness. Tear's toes dug into the plush carpet of the room, her hips thrusting upward to push her sex into Guy's mouth, forcing him to eat her out. She had never felt so good, not even when Jade had taken her virginity on that magical evening. Slowly her legs began to pull up, to wrap around Guy's shoulders. "Oh... Guy..! I'm go gonna cum!" she squealed. Guy heard her alright, but it's not like hearing that would dissuade him. Actually, it spurred him on, him redoubling his efforts to give her one hell of a climax. Tear's arms covered her heaving tits, fingers digging into the sides of her breasts, Tear doing everything she could to keep herself from cumming. "Oh.. oh.. OH GODS!" she screamed, biting down on the side of her hand as she came. Her walls constricted, thighs trembling as a massive orgasm was leached from her wanting flesh, causing her to buck her hips and arch her back as she squirted her juices onto Guy. And Guy lapped up every little bit he could. When it finally subsisded, he lifted his head a bit so he look up at Tear, but had a sneaky little smile."Oh don't relax yet babe, I'm just getting started...." he said, before his face dissapeared between her legs again. Now, his tongue thrust into her, swirling and twirling and hitting just all the right spots. He had certainly had a lot of practice and was going to make the best of this rare encounter. Tear had slowly started to turn around after she'd had her orgasm, up on her hands and knees, breathing heavily. She was just about to crawl away from Guy and his masterful mouth and tongue, when he grabbed her hips, and went right back at her. Her body spasmed. Already driven past her peak once with his incredible tongue, she was extremely sensitive, and once more she screamed, her juices leaking now rather than squirting, a minor orgasm racking her frame. "Please... no more," she whined softly, her fingernails scoring the carpet. Guy paid her no mind, continuing to ravage her with his tongue. He really did mean this was only the beginning. Once he was satisfied with tasting her, he'd more intimately explore every inch of her body. Tear lay with her breasts squished against the floor, nails dug into the carpet, toes flexing, relaxing, and flexing again as Guy's wondrous mouth ravaged her sensitive pink hole. Guy was absolutely loving everything about this. The way she tasted, the sounds she made, the way her body reacted and the simple fact it was Tear he was doing it all too. During their original journy, everybody wanted her but only Luke got her. Now, he had her moaning and writhing in pleasure with just his tongue. She would soon find out what all else he had to offer. He had no intention of stealing her away from Jade, but damn, she was turning out to be a lot of fun. So.......he'd be satisfied with a friends with benefits type of thing. Maybe a naughty affair. "Oh... oh Guy, please, no more... I can't take it," she moaned helplessly, trying to tug herself away along the carpet, her body seeming to give up on its own after a few moment. Her head rested on the ground, with her ass high up in the air, perfect for the ravaging tongue of Guy. Her body trembled, shook, and shuddered as the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach began to grow intensely hot. Guy continued to ignore her and eat her out without mercy. Not surprisingly, even though she said no, she didn't seem to dislike anything he did. Though, he himself could feel his manhood growing harder and harder, pressing against his pants. Almost time to get to the main event, so to speak. Tear's eyes were hazed over with the lust she felt from Guy. Every movement of his tongue and otherwise made her body squirm and shiver in the most delightful of ways, making her toes curl and her stomach tighten. "Oh.. Guy ," she managed, the name said steamy and low, the sigh of a lover, rather than a desperate captive. And, as his tongue passed over her clit, she came once more, the delicious shuddering making her body curl in on itself, her gasping... until consciousness was leached from her body, Tear, with copious juices between her legs, ass up in the air, and totally worn out. Guy finally ceased when she passed out. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of him eating her until she passed out. Not wanting to do an uncoscious body, he waited until she woke up.........then went all out. They totally trashed her room. Doing it in damn near every conceivable position, on every surface they could in the room. On the floor, on the bed, up against the wall, in the shower, on the window sill. They were like animals. Only stopped when they both succumbed to exhaustion and passed out. This time, Tear awoke first and weakly made her way around to fetch up her cloths and put them on, barely able to walk after the greatest fuck of her life. Before she left, she looked down at Guy and couldn't help but smile. She'd thank him later.....A few days later, she was going to do just that, as she boarded one of the rail cars in the city. As usual, it was incredibly packed. For some reason, all the passengers besides her were men. Though, she didn't think anything of it as she squeezed her way in, the doors shut and the car set off. The rail car was, in fact, full of men who had witnessed the newest attraction at the coliseum using images of women who had fought there before, they had developed sex battles, in which real women fought with the illusions, trying to make the other succumb to their passionate wiles. And, as Tear had fought there before, she had often been an illusion in the matches. And men were starting to take notice as someone they saw as a sex goddess entered the rail car. The seats were filled, leaving only standing room, and a couple more daring man began to sift through the crowd toward her. Being blissfully unaware of what occasionally went on in these packed cars, Tear was unaware of the men moving towards her. She never expected what was soon to come. Hard to say how she'd react though. In her time with Jade and Guy, she hasn't really shown much resistance in the way to forced stuff. She resisted Guy at first, but all it took was a little mouth work to get her to give in. Then again, he was exceptionally skilled. Could go either way really. But one thing was sure.......Tear was in for one naughty ride. The several men who had by this time surrounded her exchanged a look, and the most daring of the four came up behind her. One hand rested gently on her hip, not really enough to cause much of a stir, but his hand moved swiftly under the side of the skirt, rather lewdly fondling her pubic mound. This man was already crouching, hand on her crotch, as another came up behind her, hands slipping into the sides of her dress, griping her tits. "Feel better than the illusion, that's for damn sure!" one man commented, as others began to crowd around her. None "L Let go! Stop!" Tear commanded, reacting instantly when the group of men began to fondle her. This situation itself was a naughty little fantasy she had had, but it was just that, a fantasy. She had never thought it would happen to her in real life. Though, knowing the kind of woman she was.........her tune may change before long. A couple of men recoiled, fearing that she might draw attention of less horny authority figures, or worse, cast magic on them , but neither seemed to be forthcoming, so even those that had misgivings pressed onward. The ones already groping her had never even stopped. The crouching man's hand slid away from her crotch, instead gripping her leg as his other arm moved between her legs, hand pushing her panties aside to get to her cunt. Meanwhile, the other man tweaked her nipples. "Not on your life, missy," he growled. The more they did to her, the harder Tear found it to keep those naughty fantasies of hers from taking over. She continued trying to wiggle away from them, but her increasingly red cheeks and sounds of protests turning into the opposite was starting to show that she wasn't as unwilling as she might seem. She wasn't begging for it or anything, but they were certianly getting her motor warmed up. Wouldn't take a whole lot more to get her fully into it and willing to do just about anything they wanted. The mens' touches grew bolder with each passing moment. Two fingers swiftly slipped into her, beginning to fingerfuck her as one hand was pressed to her lower back. She was pushed to lean over, right toward a man who was currently sitting down. He couldn't resist. He undid his belt buckle, pulling his hardening cock out. His hand grasped at the base of her neck, pushing her down to his hard cock.Once she was leaned all the way over, the man started to lick her pussy, warming her up for his cock. Meanwhile, the one who had been plaing with her breasts got down, starting to suck on one of her nipples, as two mroe men moved forward Tear's hands weren't exactly busy, and their cocks were eager. Tear was certainly surprised when she was suddenly bent over and had a cock in her mouth. Though, feeling the tongue on her pussy, sucking of her nipples and pretty much everything going on, all signs of resistance dissapeared. Her moans of surprise soon turned to moans of pleasure as she soon began to bob her head up and down the mans quick, while giving two handjobs to the two men beside whilst also pushing her firm ass back against the man eating her out, wanting more. She had given in quicker than her time with Guy. As amazing as Guy was at eating her out that time, there was just so much more happening to her at once in this rail car. So, it wasn't much of a surprise that her resistances faded even quicker. The man before her placed his hands on the back of her head, groaning softly as this beautiful woman sucked on his hard cock. Oh... gods. The two men receiving handjobs moaned to themselves, as the man behind her got to his feet. Tear felt rather swiftly his cock sliding home inside of her, cock wet with saliva.Meanwhile, the man avidly suckling on her nipples and playing with her breasts, tweaked her nipples, wishing he could put his cock between her amazing melons, wishing to fuck her tits. If Tear had know his desire, she'd have likely done what she could to give it to him. But at the moment, she was just too overcome with pleasure and lust to really think of it and was just concentrating on giving as much pleasure as she could to the perverts ravaging her body. The men rather swiftly took advantage of poor Tear, lowering her fully to the floor. The man enjoying her mouth started to thrust forward, as the man suckling her nipples slowly slid under her, letting her lay on him. The man behind her slid his cock out of her, letting the man below her fuck that orifice.. and with his cock free, and wet from her pussy, he slowly began to work its way into her ass, occupying everything on her body that could possibly supply or give pleasure. None None In the days that had passed since Kimahri made love to Yuna, the two of them had become involved in a naughty little secret relationship. It was very physical. Any chance they had to be alone, they'd take it and Kimahri would ravage the hot young summoner.Now was no different. This time though, they were at an inn, rather than camping outside and under the cover of darkness, Kimahri had snuck into her room, ready for another go with the hot summoner."Yuna?" he softly called out, slipping into her room and shutting the door, peering through the darkness. Thankfully, she had her own room, so he didn't need to worry about waking anyone up. Yuna had been on Cloud 9 the past few days.. Every moment they had alone, her and Kimahri had gone at it. She'd even started sucking him off every once in a while, as embarrassed as she might have been about it. As Kimahri entered her room, Yuna was nowhere to be seen.. until she stepped into the room.Pink lace, clinging tight to her form, and falling loosely elsewhere, hinted at the sexy body beneath.. and the color perfectly matched the blush in Yuna's cheeks. Her arm modestly wrapped around her chest, hiding what was clearly visible through the sheer lace, whilst her other hand rested on her mound, hiding everything. "Hey," she said softly. "Hmmm, Yuna still nervous about Kimahri seeing her sexy body?" asked the ronso with a light chuckle. He certainly didn't mind how shy and modest she was despite their very sexual affair. In fact, he enjoyed it. It was quite cute and endearing. Yuna offered her a small, shy smile. "Um.. not nervous.." she said in that breathy voice of hers, approaching him with more deliberate steps than one might expect of it. She offered him a small smile, and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, her arms wrapping around him. "Yuna cute when shy." Kimahri replied, returning the smile as his strong, furry arms wrapped around her as well before suddenly scooping her up bridal style and heading for the bedroom. The grin on his face as he carried her showed that she was in for another night full of wild pleasure. Yuna giggled as she was swept up into Kimahri's strong arms, knowing exactly what was in store for her on her bed. Her fingers played along his jaw, kissing him there a moment later. When they reached her bedroom, she pulled at him to let her down, and when she touched upon the ground, she tugged him toward the bed, making him sit down. Usually, Kimahri was the one leading things along, but on occasion, Yuna decided to take charge herself. Kimahri never minded letting her lead. It always ended well for both of them. She could fuck like a tiger and give such amazing head. She was all around amazing in the sack. Yuna gave him a kittenish smile as she used her deft fingers to pull away his clothes, leaving them all in a heap on the ground. She reached gingerly toward his cock, still not quite hard, and she licked softly along the very head, her hand rubbing up and down the flaccid length of him, teasing him into hardness. She slowly accepted the head of hsi cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she suckled. Kimahri groaned loudly, one large hand going to rest on the back of her head. He wasn't holding her there or anything. It was really just habit. Yuna's head began to bob upon his hard cock, her lips and tongue teasing him mercilessly, turning her head as she slid up and down, sucking him off quite nicely. She slowly began to push herself up after getting his cock hard and slick, getting into his lap. She kissed him ferociously, the moistness between her legs apparent against his cock. As always, Kimahri was quite turned out by her ferocity, kissing her back as his impressive manhood rubbed against her pussy underneath that dainty night gown. Yuna slowly started to strip out of her sexy pink lingerie, tossing it to the floor, leaving her nude against his furry body. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock, feeling as he speared her deep within. Her legs wrapped tight around him, along with her arms, holding her securely against him. "Mm.. Kimahri," she moaned out softly. He was so huge .. but she was getting quite used to it. Kimahris large hands gripped her slender hips as she slowly lowered herself down until his large cock was fully inside of her body. Despite all the times they had done this before, he was still amazed by her tightness. Her inner muscles squeeze every inch of his large manhood. Yuna balanced herself on him, offering him a weak little smile. "It feels good, Kimahri," she said softly, resting her head on his shoulder. She knew just how strong he was, and with her arms and legs around him.. there was little she could do but let him control her body at the moment, Kimahris groans showed he agreed, slowly lifting her up then pulling her back down. Due to his size, he always had to start slow before working up to a fast pace. Yuna certainly didn't mind starting off slow.. she was dainty compared to him, and he could easily break her in half if he wasn't gentle in her.. That only added to the perverse thrill she took from fucking her Ronso lover. "Kimahri!" she cried out, riding him quite happily. The more the pair got into it, the faster he bounced her in his lap, until she was going at full speed, his eyes locked onto her large, bouncing breasts, lowering his head to take one in his large mouth, sucking at it hungrily while he began to thrust up in time with pulling her down, penetrating her deeply. Yuna's head fell back as they made love on her bed, her hips gyrating with every movement to bring more pleasure to her lover, trying to coax his seed from his hot, pulsing cock. As he suckled upon her breast, she let out a plaintive cry, her back arching, pushing her stomach against him. She was... was getting close..! Kimahri too was close to cumming due to the sounds of her pleasure and the feel of their bodies pressed together. He kept going for as long as he could, but eventually, pulled his head away to moan loud in pleasure, pulling her down one last time on his cock, all the way inside of her as he released stream after stream of Ronso cum deep inside her human body. Yuna let out a strangled cry as he pushed her down hard upon his cock, shooting his incredibly thick and hot cum deep into her womb. She cried out as she came, her juices running down his hard cock.. and in his arms, Yuna slowly fell asleep, tired out.. None None None None None None None None None None Guy hummed happily to himself as he strolled through the castle corridors, thinking back to that lovely time he had with Tear. God, did he want to do that again. Sadly, he hadn't really gotten an opening to do so as of late. But, it was alright. Little Princess Natalia was a fine enough piece of ass to keep him satisfied until he could get at those mammoth tits of Tears again. He hadn't gotten an opening, that was, until today. Jade had invited Guy to the castle today, as it was not entirely secret that he and Tear were something of an item, and Tear was often here with Natalia. And, as Guy made his way down the hall, Jade pushed open a door. "Ah,hello,Guy. I have something you might wish to see," he said with a small smile, ushering Guy inside the room.Tear couldn't believe what was happening to her. She'd come here with Jade, and had acquiesced to his more... eccentric tastes, wearing the maid's outfit of the castle... with the chest area cut out, her mammoth breasts hanging out revealed to the world. Then he'd bound her wrists, her ankles, and had tied the bonds together, leaving her sitting on the floor. He'd even gagged her to keep from using a hymn to get out! And then, even more evilly, he had taken a little cylindrical object and had shoved it inside of her.. and it had started vibrating! She'd certainly lubricated herself plenty when Jade finally made his way into the room and tugged it out of her."Tell me, Guy, do you like what you see?" Jade asked conversationally as he took a seat a t a small table, pouring himself a cup of tea as Tear blushed in shame. At first, Guy was speechless, not sure what to say."Well, I certainly knew you guys had kinky taste after all the things Natalia has mentioned about things Tear has told her." Guy replied with a grin. Quite obviously, he did like what he saw. Tear gagged and bound, at anyones mercy. "Gah.........these damn things just won't quit." Rikku angrily said, backflipping a few times to put some space between her and the ever growing group of beasts her and Kimahri were engaged in battle with. Taking a moment to glance down, she saw that her outfit was barely even on her body any more. Her short skirt was completly shredded off, leaving her in just her yellow bikini top and matching thong. And even then, they were torn to the point of barely being on her. The top just barely covered her nipples and her thong just barely managed to cover her naughty bits. If this kept up, she'd be stark naked before long. Kimahri let out a bestial growl as another fiend, looking much like a wolf, took a swipe at Rikky. He surged forward, carrying it up on his vicious, serrated spear... and stamped the beast into the ground. With a shake of the lance, the creature dissipated into gently drifting souls. "They won't stop coming," he growled beneath his breath.This would have gone so much easier if Rikku didn't dodge at the last second each time a beast came at her..The claws just barely touched the fabric of her clothing, and before too long, her clothes had dissipated into mere scraps in the ground.And it was starting to distract him. As another fiend took a flying leap at him, he turned and shoved the blade of the spear into its mouth, swinging the spear over his head to catch another oncoming fiend with his newly made wolf hammer. Dashing forward, Rikku took out a few beasts of her own, turning around just in time to see one swipe at her and catch her stomach. Taking it out with her daggers, she looked down at her stomach. Thankfully, the wound wasn't very deep, but it hurt like a bitch and it was slowing her down. Still, she kept at it. After what seemed like hours, the pair had finally managed to slay them all."F Finally........" she said, rather breathless as she stood in front of Kimahri holding her stomach. Leaning over to catch her breath, this caused her to bend over in front of him, giving him a perfect view of her ass covered in nothing but her yellow thong. Kimahri let out a shuddering groan as he stabbed the end of his lance into the ground, leaning it up against his shoulder as he rested.. It had been a grueling battle, to say the least.. After getting separated from the others, they'd been set upon by the ravenous fiends. He still thought it a miracle that they'd come out of the onslaught.As Rikku kneeled before him, taking her breath, Kimahri glanced down.. watching as her little yellow thong rode up between those perfect, bronze little cheeks. He let out a small growl of satisfaction.. "Let me tend to your wound," he growled after much intense study, and a number of odd spheres, he'd managed to learn some of Yuna's healing magic, a testament to the time he'd spent with her.. He figured this was as good a time as any to use it. "But first," he amended, "we should find a bit of a safer place." "I agree. I don't want to see another beast for as long as I live." Rikku replied, smiling lightly as she stood up, turning to face him and thus showing even more of her highly revealed body. Even with the claw marks on her stomachy, she was a sight to behold. Kimahri set one strong, large hand on her shoulder for a moment, before he led her away from the area. They needed to find a place not quite so wooded.. and they needed to make a fire to ward the beasts off. He, too, never wanted to see another fiend for as long as he lived.It didn't take long to find a new place, gather some firewood, and make a fire. Shortly thereafter, Kimahri bid Rikku to sit down. Kneeling down by her, he placed his hand against her stomach. "Hold still," he murmured, healing energies flowing into the wound, Kimahri glancing up to her after a bit. Rikku gasped a bit, then bit her bottom lip to prevent other noises as he healed her. It felt warm, and ticklish. It was hard not to giggle. But soon enough, the wound was completely healed."You've certainly become a jack of all trades furry man." she joked, laughing lightly as she relaxed, feeling much better. Kimahri gave her as much a smile as he could as his hand remained on her suddenly smooth and toned stomach, covered with just a few drops of blood. His strong hand remained there for a moment. "Healing magic is useful to know," he grunted, his hand slowly sliding up her tanned, bronze flesh, tracing over the seamed up flesh. And finally, unable to resist himself any longer.. his hand brushed her breast. Rikku couldn't help but letting out another pleasure gasp as Kimahris hands went higher, eventually brushing across her breast."You shouldn't..........You're with Yuna......." she said, scooting away from his touch. Kimahri let out a gentle growl as she began to scoot from his touch. One claw gently worked its way around the strap of her bikini top, gently snapping the strap so that he could accept her smallish breast into his hand. "It's alright," he growled. Rikku gasped again when he freed one of her breasts and gently cupped it. But again, she moved away......after hesitating a few moments."No........I can't.......Yuna's like a sister to me. I just couldn't........" she said. Quite obviously, she wanted it as well. To have those big, strong hands holding her. The thought of his large body nestled between her legs as he took her over and over again through out the night. It was hard to resist, but she did so for Yuna. His large nostrils flared as he took in her scent.. Her blood was quite overpowering.. sweat.. a gentle, sweet scent that had to be the soap she washed with.. and.. and something else. A poignant scent, wafting from between her legs as her nectar rolled over her lips. She was enticed by the idea, he could tell..His dark eyes fell upon hers, his hand squeezing her breast gently before he leaned over, his lips finding hers, pressing hard against them. His other hand rested on her leg, running up her smooth leg to her thong.. Rikkus eyes went wide, her hands going to his broad chest, wanting to push them away. But, as soon as she felt those muscles, she just melted. She moaned into the kiss, soon returning it. She loved the hand on her breast, but actually liked the hand stroking those slender legs of hers more. His muscles, velvety beneath that soft blue fur, flexed beneath her dainty hands. His hand left her breast long enough to gently snapo the other strap, letting the flimsy cloth fall to the ground. He pressed another soft kiss to her lips, his hand sliding up to just between her legs, one claw gently, torturously running up her cuntal lips, before pulling the body of the thong aside. He licked his lips after breaking their kiss, leaning down to run his tongue along her pussy before he sat up. He began to push her down by the fire.. Rikku offered zero resistance to him, moaning when he licked her. When he sat up, she looked into his eyes. Her own were full of fear and reluctance..........but an overwhelming lust. She just lay there, letting the big, strong ronso lay her down by the fire, her tan body looking like that of a goddess as she lay there before him, the glow of the fire adding further to her incredibly beauty."Kimahri........" she said, looking up at him. It wasn't a request to stop. It was more a nervous invitation for more. Kimahri let out a throaty, lusty growl as he looked over her delicate, sexy body.. He slowly ripped his way through her panties with one claw, gently pulling them off of her body. His loincloth was swiftly disposed of.. and he lay down before her, pressing his lips to hers, his massive, thickly muscled body pressed so deliciously against her comparatively small, soft body.. She had a more sultry beauty than Yuna.. and.. he was horny. Rikku had always toyed with the idea of what it was like to do a Ronso. Even moreso after she found out he was in a relationship with Yuna. All thoughts of her cousin were gone as they kissed yet again. Just as he was aroused by the sight of her sexy body beneath his, she was just as turned on by seeing his big, towering body over hers. It was quite a sight for all to behold. The massive Kimahri being so gentle and passionate to the smaller, sultry Rikku.The blonde was driven wild by feeling his muscular body pressing ever so gently against her trim, soft body. Everything about this was just so.......amazing. As he lay on top of her, a thick, loooong cock gently laying on her stomach, half hard.. though.. every moment it was getting harder and harder. "Rikku," he growled, almost sounding like a purr. He gently pressed a kiss to her neck, his rough tongue brushing against her soft skin, his hand finding the nexus between her legs, gently rubbing.. Every thing he did just felt so wonderful. When he said her name, she returned the favor, moaning out his. She could see why Yuna had hooked up with him. Though, she was surprised in took her cousin this long. Kimahri settled his large, furry, muscular self between her legs, letting out a deeply contented purr. As they lay there in the firelight, he took her in a gentle kiss, whilst one large hand grabbed his cock. He gently pressed the large head against her cunt's lips, rubbing the thick, spongy skin against her wanting pussy.. Rikkus back arched a bit when he positioned himself and rubbed her pussy. As they continued kissing, she writhed a little under him in anticipation while also bracing herself. He was quite large, and Rikku had never had a man this big before. Kimahri growled in delight as she arched up against him and his rock hard cock. Slowly, so as not to hurt her, he began to slowly push himself inside of her, inch after inch. He felt her stretch to accomodate his size. It was a snug fit, but Rikku wasn't in pain at all as he slid in. She moaned loudly, clutching at his fur as she put more and more in. It felt so...........amazing. She couldn't believe it at all.

['Rikku', 'Yuna']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9779/

Deathnote: alt =Kratos and Mera1506=

If their were two single words that could describe who L was, it was a unknown genius. One thing about him was that he only took on cases that interested him, and well.. so far their had not been one that had not been solved and this was planned to be no different. Purely rather secretive in nature unless certain situations occur, everything would be analyzed and one thing that always was what he tried to do was think ahead.. think ahead of the person who was the criminal, work them out and then find the culprit. Kira.. a mass murderer who believed he was being justice, killing people is no better then the actual people themselves of which L only believed in one sort of justice. The justice of the law, and people like Kira.. are just don't fit in that category. One thing was for certain, he was unsure how.. the person actually killed but he would catch him nether the less. Because of his secretive nature he only really trusted one person and that was Watari, but their was a few people that he had at least had some trust or faith in a while ago. Trying to cooperate with the police force was getting rather hopeless though and people were still dying left right and center, truth was he needed more help.. but well to find someone smart enough to think on his level, and be of some help.. it would either have to be a group he could trust.. or maybe, just maybe if he could get in contact with her.. he remembered someone from Wammy's house that was one of the only ones their that did not see him as odd or look at him strangely.. but she seemed more to be on his level, yet making contact with JT.. was a hard task, she was a PI and a decent one.. but he had tried numerous times and so decided if she wanted to help it was up to her, to actually get in contact with him.. Although alone he had worked out more about Kira then anyone so far, it was not enough.. sure Kira was a student, of some sort.. he possibly was even connected to the police force somehow,.. and he was in Japan in one of the main cities.. but other then that a lot was to be worked out... and soon he would have to just work with a few members of the police force he could trust the rest, he knew would not risk their lives in a heartbeat. JT grinned. The messages from L were clear. She'd been working the case on her own so far. But lately she'd called Watari. She remembered him from Wammy's house and he'd given her L's current location. Carrying a bag with a nice cake and a backpack wit her files she knocked on the door of his hotel room. It had been too long since they met. She'd always liked L, but had never told him about her crush on him and had always wondered if he'd known by reading her behavior. He was really hard to read. He was himself around others rather then trying to fit in, something she was guilty of as well. JT was now twenty years of age, stood about 5'6ft tall. She had a mildly athletic build, nice curves and slightly pale skin, long straight ginger red hair and big, almond shaped piercing blue eyes. Dressed in slacks and a long sleeved black t shirt along with a raincoat and neat looking sneakers she looked a tad odd. The KIRA case was a big pain in the ass. She'd found out the same things as L. KIRA was still young, a student in Kanto Japan, late teens, early twenties. A classic sociopath with a god complex. One thing that struck her as odd that criminals who had their names misspelled in the media hadn't been targeted. Maybe they'd been targeted but the weapon didn't work. Somehow spelling mattered. KIRA needed a name and face she knew. L at hearing a knock on his door partially froze up as he turned towards it.. Could it be room service or what.. He was unsure if anyone actually knew his location at the moment but instead signaled for Watari to go answer it as he turned of his computer monitor to hide the Kira research he was trying to do. Watari went to go to do such a thing, knowing who it was.. he had forgotten to tell L that he had left JT their location and slowly he opened the door to see just such the person. Slowly Watari started to speak up deciding to test if this was who he thought "Hmm.. well then are you the room service? Or.. if you who I think you are.. then what was the place that you went to when you were young?" This had L's attention now as he stood up and walked towards Watari.. he could barely remember what JT looked like but he always had a feeling just by studying over all her actions back then.. she definently had a crush of some sort on him.. and briefly his mind remembered before he spoke "Watari, no time for trivial measures.. come in JT.. and close the door behind you.." He had a feeling that Watari had told her their location.. without telling him but that was what was expected and so it was no surprise to see her now.. "Well I must ask you, how much do you know about who they call Kira.. I have discovered a reasonable amount of information, but for now I still have yet to work out how he gets his information of who to kill.. I have a few ideas that i would like to throw past you once I hear what you know.." He then gestured to a chair as he sat down.. a slight sugar craving coming over him.. "Oh and you would not happen to have something sweet to eat?.. If you remember me well enough.. you would have known to bring something.." JT blinked. Well this was to be expected. "Missed you too Wammy." JT said, calling him by his real last name, something only a small group of kids from Wammy's house knew that Wammy and Watari were one and the same. She just grinned at him. Then L walked up. Well he hadn't changed a bit, with the exception of his voice and height. She stepped inside and closed the door. She walked over to the livingroom area and put a plastic bag on the table. "You know me." She said and sat down. "I doubt I figured out something you don't know already. KIRA is young, late teens early twenties, a student in Kanto Japan. He's idealistic, yet is a sociopath with a god complex. He somehow got his hands on something that allows him to kill with just knowing a person's real name and face. All criminals killed had both their names and picture published. But the ones who's names were misspelled were not targeted. Or at least they didn't die, doesn't mean he didn't target them. I think he needs to spell the name correctly, which would mean that in the process of killing he would need to write down his victim's name. This could mean that whatever object he has is something he writes with or writes on. How this object got this power I have no clue. Also recent findings seem to indicate he can control the actions of his victims just before dying. If that's true he might also be able to control the cause of death and we merely picked up on it because he wanted us to. It would mean he deliberately chose heartattackes to send the world a message. After all if he can control someone's actions and he make them jump of a twenty story building the end result is a bloody corps on the sidewalk. Also he seems to know classified information and to be reacting to it, as if challenging you. He's either a cop or connected to a detective on the KIRA case. Or just some whizzkid that managed to hack the computers of one of the detectives." It had been a while since Watari had heard anyone call him that.. but it was the answer he was looking for nether the less. Even though L had made the comment just after her answering he decided to speak "You know at times like these.. we have to be more careful then ever.. so no harm in just checking.." This was enough to stop L from answering again and quickly he heard JT start to tell him of what she knew about the Kira case so far.. or more to the point what she had worked out.L had for a while now thought that it was possibly the case that Kira had to actually write down the names onto something to kill people, otherwise spelling would probably not matter.. and knowing what type of person Kira was.. well he would try to kill anyone if he deemed them evil, and it probably annoyed him with each misspelling that had occurred which probably was a few. Just hearing what JT had to say, already was reassuring L of what he had already previously thought.. So far nothing seemed wrong from what she had said before he decided to speak. "Although I agree with the majority that you have said, we already know he is not a cop because of the times that the first killings occurred, that which you obviously worked out.. fitted into a general students timetable.. and its highly unlikely that Kira is someone who has hacked the computers of one of the detectives..but he has to be connected with someone of the Kira case.." L let out a small sigh raising a thumb to his lip before an idea came to him. "Hmm, Watari, get me a list of any students that are in Kanto that have connections to the police force..," This did not take Wammy long but quickly he sent them to L's main laptop before speaking "Sent.." L quickly started to flick through them.. Not many of the few seemed like they could be Kira before he thought of an idea.. "I think we can easily get a higher chance of knowing which one is Kira by their grades.. from what I have seen so far, Kira has to be intelligent from how much he tries to out plan me.. and the fact that he has let us know that he can control peoples actions so it seems.. shows he is over confident that we will not catch him.." "I agree it's unlikely that it's a wizkid don't forget that cops sometimes have undercover as students or students working undercover who have excess to the computers at the policestation, however limited, anyone with enough knowledge of coputers... Again it's highly unlikely, but not impossible. As for intelligent KIRA is most likely top of his class and to everyone around him he would seem like a decent young man, no one would believe he's KIRA." JT said and stood behind him to read the list as well. She then took her own laptop from her bag and began to excess school files after hacking into the school computer. She found something a little while later. "Well here's one. He's the son of police chief Yagami. Light Yagami, has been top of his class ever since first grade. He even was the junior high champion here in Japan. In the tenth grade he hung up his racket though. And it seems he's helped the police with cases before. He fits the profile perfectly." JT said, then looked up at him. L just nodded in agreement at what JT had started to say, It was obvious that the third choice was the most possible, with a percentage chance of about 22 just from thinking about it, his eyes had caught one individuals name as well... Which definently had strong police officer connections and by the looks of it had been intelligent for a while, he went to hack into the school's network for the information before noticing JT had already started to do such a thing. So instead he quickly hacked into the police's network also noticing that for a while their is Yagami Light had helped with solving a few crimes.. the chances of it being Kira so far were at least 25 now.. "Seems like he would fit the profile perfectly.. with that you have helped me raise the chance of him being Kira to roughtly about.. well 30 " His mind started to scheme before he started to come up with an idea "Maybe we could get in direct contact with his father,.. not to tell him his son is a high suspect for Kira, but just to warn him Kira might be someone close to him.. or the police office.. Now that your here though I won't need as much cooperation as what would have been needed in the first place if it was just me.. but having someone who is also on my level.. will help us even this all out." "Well looks like things are going well." JT said. Then her phone rang and hers wasn't the only one. She answred hers. "I'm sorry to tell you this ma'am, but the FBI agents on the KIRA case all collapsed of heartattacks." A male voice said. "What?" she said, half yelled. She'd heard him perfectly though. "I'm really sorry." The FBI director said. "Me too." She told him. "Where and at what time did they collapse?" JT asked him. She got the names, times and locations of the agents. she wrote them down in her steno, one no one, but her seemed to be able to read. "Please send the information of the case of each agent over and thank you." She said and hung up. She looked up at L, she was sure he had just gotten the same information. "Looks like he got us, hopefully his method left at least some clues." She said and sighed. She wondered when L was going to try the cake she'd brought with her, it was still sitting in the plastic bag on the table. He should like it, he did back at Wammy's. His taste could have changed of course. OK, now for a timeline, she thought. She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down: Dec. 14th: 12 FBI agents enter Japan. Dec. 19th: KIRA experiments on prisoners. Dec. 27th: FBI agents are killed by KIRA. In between the 14th and 19th he became aware of the FBI presence, felt threatened. In between the 19th and 27th at least 23 people died at KIRA's hands. They differ from normal targets Alledged criminals, ex convicts and suspets in ongoing investigations. He waited eight days so the FBI could investigate others. "Got some more news. I think KIRA was one of the people the FBI investigated between the 14th and 19th of December." She said and showed him what she'd written down, hoping L could read her handwriting. it was hard to read at times. L was suspecting Kira to target the FBI agents as he knew of them trailing quite a few suspects that were thought to be possible cases, but in truth they were quite horrible at discovering such a person but the fact all of them died gave him one piece of information,.. KIRA was being followed by the FBI, and so to protect himself he had dispatched of them.. and he had killed them all with his trade mark,.. heart attacks. It seemed JT just got the same information but to a slightly more detailed level but she was working for them for a little while, or so he knew and so it was not that much a surprise. Already he began the task of hacking into the network of the FBI before pulling up all information regarding Kira in a few moments and then showing the 12 dead members. and who they were following, a particular name in the list catching his attention.. He turned to JT before then speaking "Yagami Light .. was one of those being followed by the group of 12 members that are dead.. and the time fits your suggestion perfectly.. one of the members,.. it says here was following Yagami from the 14th to about the 22nd,.. but apparently he ruled him out for some reason,.. still this raises the possibility up to about 39 ,.." Her writting seemed like it had not changed much since the two of them were at Wammy's but he could read it then , and so now was no different.. "Maybe Kira used one of the agents .. to kill the others.., After the 19th he knew he could control the deaths.. Hmm but first before i finish what I am suggesting.. I am going to check what you brought,, " A small smile appeared upon seeing what was in the bag, it was a style of cake.. he had commonly at Watari's and surprisingly enough she had remembered, He quickly removed a slice and started to eat before speaking.. "You remembered.. but back to what i was saying,.." he swallowed before taking another bite speaking a little afterwards. "What i have come to conclusion .. is that these deaths were all linked by who ever was closest to catching Kira.. which... if I am right.." quickly he started typing away again, and not long afterwards he pulled up a filed report of the death times and locations of the FBI members.. "It seems according to records, that this person died.. first, after going onto a subway.. which considering,.. seems odd for him to do at such a time,.. Best thing we can do is try to get some footage, it might have Kira.. if he was their.." "Makes sense. Only another FBI agent would be able to get the file of the other officers involved. But still how did KIRA get his name to begin with?" She asked. "I think I'm going out for a bit I want to check some things. But first I'd like to read the notes of this agent that died in the subway, this Raye Penber." She said and grinned. It was obviously he still loved this cake. That was good. She sat back downand opened her own laptop and locked on Raye Penber's notes in a few minutes time. She read and memorized them. "Alright I'm out. I'm gonna retrace Raye's footsteps for the days he was following our main suspect." JT said. She was more hands on then L. Her face was known, her name wasn't. But there weren't any pictures of her around either. She grabbed her jacket and walked over to L. She'd been wondering if he knew, she was sure he did now. Something like her crush on him wouldn't have gone unnoticed by those eyes. "I'll be back for dinner, anything you'd like me to bring?" She asked. It was just past lunch time now. L could tell JT had not changed much since back when he used to know her more oftenly, which at least that would make things easier.. but her feelings would probably complicate things a little if the chance came. If she acted anything like back at Watari's.. well it could be an issue, she was to hands on and such a method with Kira's case could be deadly.. as it was a little reckless. Still he could not deny her results, and just like him a case had always been solved if he chose to take it up. Raye Penber could be a huge clue to this whole case, and now as she asked the question after her other statements L's eyes looked within hers before he got a hold of himself. "Surprise me.." it was all he could say before turning away, something was on his mind that was lingering to say but he was not going to say it. It was to risky to possibly let feelings fly around and times had changed, L was slightly unsure of himself anymore and could not take chances with risks. Kira was to much a threat and so instead he sat on his laptop starting to try and get some footage from the train station at the time of Raye's death. "Just be careful JT.. " that was the last thing he said turning to face her before turning away again and starting to type away again. JT smiled. "OK. And I'm always careful." She said and bent down and kissed his cheek before walking out with a smile on her face without looking back. Well the interesting part in Raye Penber's steps was the day he thought Light was not a suspect, so that one would come first. She went to the central station where most busses left. the guy driving the buss on that day was easily found. "Good afternoon. I'm JT." She said and showed him a badge. "Good afternoon." He said and looked at the badge. "I'd like to ask you a few questions about the morning of twentieth." She said. "Sure, but keep it short please, my lunchbreak ends in fifteen minutes." He said. "OK. Do you remember any of the passengers?" She asked. "Well there was this man that yelled to get down when the crazy guy started shooting." He said. "Is he one of these men?" She asked him, showing him six small photoportrets, all looked more or less like Raye. "That one." The bussdriver said and pointed at the picture of Raye Penber. "Can you tell me what happened before the guy just started shooting?" JT then asked. "Well he was yelling at me when he suddenly stopped and started yelling at some kid who appeared to be trying to pick up a piece of paper. Instead of letting the kid pick it up he picked it up, that's when he lost it. He started yelling to someone who wasn't even there, emptied his gun through the rear window. Then ordered me to stop, which I more then happily did. He got off and got hit by another car." The bussdriver said. "Can you remember what the kid looked like?" She then asked. "Not really. About six ft. tall I think, well groomed, polite, brown hair." He said. "Is he among these guys?" JT then asked and once again showed his six photoportrets, all of guys who fit Light's description and of course a photo of Light. "Maybe this one, but I'm really not sure." He said. He did point at Light's photo though. "Can you remember anything about him. Was he alone?" She asked. "No, he came in with a girl." He said. "Can you describe her?" JT then asked. "I think about 5'8 ft. tall, slender build, shoulder length black hair and brown eyes." He said. JT knew that was the average description of many asian females. "Do you think they were related or was it more like a girlfriend?" She asked. "Girlfriend I think, but I'm not sure." He said. "Thank you forr your time." JT said. "You're welcome." He said and left. His lunchbreak was over. JT left too, time to find this girlfriend. Light's sister fit the description. If it was a girlfriend maybe the sister would know? A slight gasp left L as he felt her lips on his cheek,.. yep nothing had changed, She still had those feelings but because of her being more grown up.. L was unsure if he could predict if and when they would pop up again and if and when she would act upon them. Lightly his hand brushed the spot that was kissed before hearing Wammy laugh and speak "Looks like things have not changed much .. L" L looked away slightly embarrassed before starting to start trying to find out more information "Watari.. I want you to try and get surveillance camera's.. of the station that Raye Penber.. died at.. Think you can do that?" Sure enough the man seemed to nod and start to begin the task set out before L started to look up today's victims to see how active Kira was this week.. he had a feeling Kira was playing it a little more quiet.. that and the news were being tipped to misspell names.. to try and avoid casualties.. But L had reason to think that this would not work to well.. the fact would be, he could use the internet to find out there real name.. but at least this would delay Kira a little and annoy him at the same time. Already L knew he had occasionally struck at Kira's weak point.. and soon was going to announce some of his newly found information.. to the police only so that Kira.. would find out somehow since he had some sort of relevance to the police force, it was certain. It seemed Kira had actually been a little more quiet, but again their were some odd unexplained deaths..that he was wondering if they were Kira's or not.. he would double check with JT to see what she thought about it.. Well now to go talk to Light's sister. It was lunch break and she spotted Sayu. She would fit the description, but she had no way of knowing if it was her just yet. She walked up to Sayu. "Sayu Yagami?" She asked. "That's me, who are you?" She asked. "I'm JT." She said and showed her badge to Sayu. "I'm looking into the bussjacking from about a week ago. The buss driver said that there was a teenage boy on the buss. He remembers because at one point he drew the hi jacker's attention by trying to pick up a piece of paper. The buss driver described this young man about 6ft tall, brown hair, well roomed and really polite." JT said. "Oh no, Light." Sayu mumbled. "Light?" JT asked. "Well my brother went out that day, I think he was taking his girlfriend to Spaceland." Sayu said. Spaceland, you'd need that buss, buss 174 to get there so Light was on the bus with Raye Penber, great. JT thought. "Thank you, do you know her name?" JT then asked. "I don't know that much about his dating life, but if he's still dating the girl he brought home once, her name is Takada." Sayu said. "Thank you very much. Good luck with school." JT said. "I'll need it, bye." Sayu said. "Bye." JT replied and walked off. She would need to check the Yagami's phonelogs to see if Light or at least someone had called Takada's house. She walked into a coffeeshop and ordered some black coffee. She then took a seat away from people and took out her laptop. Watari seemed busy now with what had been set for him, and so L continued to try and piece what was in their hands already.. to see if anything was missed. He looked over it a few times, at what the two of them knew so far trying to notice if anything was missing. While he was thinking his mind went over the messages that Kira had left him.. thinking them over.. 'L do you know that death gods..' What does he mean by this.. I am missing one key.. part that will tell me what this means.. L sighed before watching over the surveillance tapes a little of which he had gathered from Yagami's house. He was the main suspect now.. and he watched parts before noticing sometimes that he watched the news.. and although no notes or anything like that seemed to be made.. those people died the next day.. or recently after,.. that was no coincidence... but instead just made it more probable that Yagami Light.. is Kira.. "Watari.. I want to get back in contact with the police.. I think that with JT here, I will not need their assistance anymore.. and that they should be careful so that their lives are not accidentally lost.. Kiyomi Takada wasn't that hard to find. JT grinned, this would be good. "Kiyomi Takada?" JT asked. "That would be me." The girl said, chatting to a few other girls. "Can I please speak to you?" She asked. "You're already doing that, who are you?" Takada countered. JT couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "Good point. I'm JT." She said and showed Takada her badge. "Alright, what do you want to know?" Takada asked, in the mean time her friends relocated to about ten feet away. "First of all would you mind if I record this conversation?" JT asked. "Not at all." Takada said. JT took a voice recorder out of her pocket and pushed the record button. "I'm looking into the buss jacking from a week ago. Can you please tell me what happened in as much detail as possible?" JT asked. "Sure. Well Light called me that morning and asked if we could go to Spaceland. I agreed and met him at the busstop. We got on the buss and for a while everything seemed to be going normally, but then this man comes on the buss and pulled out a gun and put it to the buss driver's head. He then ordered him to call the office of Spaceland. Once the buss driver had told the office about the buss jacking he grabbed the horn and started yelling into it. He said he wanted a female employee to meet him two stops before Spaceland with all the cash from the day before. It scared the hell out of me. Then Light showed me a note, it said that when the guy would turn away he'd try to disarm him. Then this man sitting behind us got involved. He told Light that was stupid and to leave it to him. That's when Light asked him why he should trust him, what prove he had he wasn't the other's accomplice. Then he told me that sometimes hi jackers work together. One enters and appears to be working alone, the other sits in the very back, pretending to be a hostage and to only step in when nescesary. Then this man pulled out his badge, he was an FBI agent. Light agreed to trust him. Then Light accidentally dropped a piece of paper from his pocket and the hi jacker noticed this and instead of letting Light pick it up he picked it up. I was afraid it was the note from before, but it wasn't. The man said: "Having plans for a date?" or something like that, then threw the note back at Light. Then he turned around and started shouting at someone who wasn't even there. The FBI agent yelled through the buss that everyone should get down. Then he emptied his gun into the back of the buss. He seemed really scared. He ran to front and ordered the driver to let him off. He got off and got hit by a car." Takada said. "Thank you. Did you by any chance catch the name of the Federal agent?" JT asked. "I think it was Raye something, but I'm not sure." Takada replied. "Is he one of these men?" JT asked and showed her the same six photos as she had the buss driver with Raye's picture in it. "That's him, I'm sure." Takada said. "Can you tell which number you picked? Also I need you to write down what you just told me and sign it please." JT said. Takada sighed, but nodded. "Number four." This meant bye bye lunch break. She took out her notebook, when JT pulled out her laptop and opened a text processing program. Takada smiled and typed the statement out. JT stored it on an USB stick and printed it out inside, then Takada signed it. "Thank you very much for your time Miss Takada." JT said and smiled politely. "You're welcome." She said and headed out to find her friends. JT walked off and grinned. They had him, Light Yagami, hook line and sinker, now to talk to him and see his version of the story. It seemed as if not much else could be worked out by him as if this moment but Watari had a breakthrough at least in finding the footage that was requested. "I could only get it in a length of an hour.. they only change tapes every hour, but.. I am sending it to you as we speak... " L looked over towards Watari before speaking "Good.. this should hopefully help".. Kira would have had to been on that train, to trick Raye Penber.. of which he was having thoughts that somehow.. if it was Yagami Light.. somehow he had planned it enough so that someone with knowledge of the FBI agents names.. or someone who could get such information, would be tricked into telling him the names so that they could all die. It could be possible they were using some sort of short wave communication,.. almost like a walkie talkie sort of setup.. but that would mean no recorded transmissions would be able to be tracked down,.. " As his eyes looked over the time of death of Penbar again, he realized something.. "Watari,.. about fifteen to twenty minutes prior to his death.. were their any recorded deaths.. from a heart attack later to be proven a criminal?" L now opened the footage.. starting to skip through, fast forwarding, judging by how accurate their hour change overs where.. it should be about a quarter of the way through.. ".. L their was one.. he was a rapist.. who got of the hook, and.. he died today from a heart attack .. downtown, about five minutes away from a station.." Watari seemed to know were L was going with that, and then thought for a moment.. It could be possible maybe to get JT to interview any possible witness's and see if they saw Raye Penber with a person close to him.. their would have had to be a time where they exchanged direct words,.. and the person was just Kira proving he was Kira, to create fear in Penber.. to make him feel as if he cooperated.. that would possibly mean no death. As the footage got closer and closer to it's mark he sighed before speaking "Well just as I thought.. Kira proved who he was to Raye.. this means he had met him before, and has to be one of the people that were under his surveillance.. and that were not to far away from downtown.. possibly, which still fits Yagami, it would have taken a little bit of travel.. but I want you to try and find witness's of the death... in such an area their must have been many, but Kira would have been with Raye.. So what i am thinking is we get a picture of Raye.. and Light, interview the people who watched the proof of Kira.. and ask if they saw this person, Point to Raye's image.. and then say was anyone like this nearby.." Watari seemed to just look at him in slight amazement "Always working out something aren't you.." L after working that out felt his sugar craving come back up and so quickly again, gathered himself another piece of that cake, eating it before noticing the footage was passing Raye Penber exiting.. He quickly went back, watching in slow motion the death,.. and then seeing the FBI agent turn the way he did, to look onto the train.. Kira was on that train,.. it was for certain.. and in the door seemed to be a reflection gazing obviously in victory.. roughly at the time the FBI agents started to collapse.. JT now was approaching Light, wondering what he had to say about the buss jacking. "Light Yagami?" She asked. "Yes that's me." Light said, looking at a young woman, a student? It was hard to tell these days. "I'm JT." She said and showed him her badge. Since her real name wasnt on it, she was in no danger. "How can I help you?" Light then asked, politely as ever. "I'm looking into a buss jacking that occured about a week ago and a description given by the buss driver matches you. I'm hoping to gather some information about the incident and I'm trying to find people who were on that buss." She told him. Light's head was racing. Why would she be looking into this, if she too was on the KIRA case then it was bad news, but if not. Besides he hadn't heard from the police she was on the KIRA case, it hadn't been on his father's computer, then again she could be investigating this without the police of course, maybe work alone or just with L. If she came to him she had to be pretty sure. Lying to a detective like her or L would be an almost completely futile excercize. He was sure she knew he was there, did she know about the FBI agents? "I was there, unfortunately. I wanted to take my girlfriend to Spaceland. After that buss jacking neither one of us was in the mood for that anymore." Light said. "That's understandable. What bothers me about the incident is that he suddenly started to hallucinate while the tox screen in his autopsy came back clean. He was also described as very on edge. He had failed to rob a bank earlier that week and was most likely even going through withdrawal symptoms so it wasn't drugs. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. But could you please tell me what happened?" JT asked, trying to get Light to open up, to convince him it was just about the buss jacking and not the KIRA case. "Well around 11:30 he came in, pointed a gun as the buss driver's head, forced him to call spaceland, then yelled into the phone that he wanted all the cash fromt he day before, that he knew they still had it and that he wanted a female employee to meet him with the money two stops from the park. I dropped a piece of paper and when I tried to pick it up he did. He made a comment about me planning for a date, then turned around. It was after we passed under a viaduct that he turned around and started to hallucinate, yelling to someone who wasn't there. He emptied his gun, ordered the bus driver to stop and got out, then he was hit by a car." Light said. "Thank you for your time." JT said. "No problem, I hope you find your answer." Light said and smiled slightly. "Bye." JT replied and returned the smile. "Bye." Light said and walked off. JT grinned, one more stop to make before going back. All L could really do at this moment was think, he had taken the recorded part out of the footage by editing and was now trying a trick the police usually used, to try and gather a person's face off a reflection.. the angle if just slightly different would have shown Kira.. he could tell that by the look that Raye gave as he died.. it even looked like he said something.. It was short, as it left the FBI's mouth. "Watari.. can you come over and check this out.. I want to try and work out what left Raye Penber's mouth when he died.." Hearing this Wammy started to head over, he had so far found a few witness's that would allow for such a interview that they would receive.. one being called Seth Tzuko.. already with that name, he had the location of the person.. were he worked and even a mobile number if worst came to worse.. even L could do something with it,.. of which he would tell him after trying to help out with what L had found. "Alright play it at a slow motion.. maybe we can at least work out partially what it could be.." L started to do such a thing starting it from the beginning and slowing it down to about eight times slower then it was, sure this dragged on a three second footage.. to about a minute.. but it was definently just one syllable.. possibly a name.. Was it Kira's name,.. Since it would have taken recognization of the person, if it was Kira, it was definently someone Raye Penber.. who was the closest to finding Kira. Quickly he clicked out of that opening the list of files with the people that Raye had been ordered to watch.. Light.. if it was simply said instead of Yagamii.. or Yagami Light,.. it would almost fit perfectly.. that was enough evidence for him from that footage. He had given up with reflections.. but that segment.. It just had to be.. "It could be a name.." that was all Wammy said before starting to walk away.. Already L had worked that out.. but it was just more confirmation to him.. Now he just wondered how JT was getting along.. "L I have a witness.. that saw Kira's killing to prove he was Kira to Raye.. He gave a police report about it not trusting how the death occurred. Maybe he saw someone with Raye.. I think you should call him to try and gain more information." L nodded to such a thing before starting to prepare his phone flicking a switch nearby that would distort his voice to how he sent it to people. JT rang the doorbell to Naomi's appartment. Naomi opened the door and recognized her. "Hello, JT how can I help you?" She asked. "First of all my condolences for your loss and can I come in please, I'd like to have a word." She said. Naomi nodded and stepped aside. JT stepped inside and closed the door. She hung her jacket on the hatrack and followed Naomi to the livingroom. She took a seat across from Naomi. "I know you're a top agent. I know you resigned, but if it was me in your position I'd want to track KIRA down. You still have the mind set of an agent. Although I think the KIRA case is almost done, something could go wrong, if it does L and I could use all the help we can get. Would you be interested?" JT then asked. "You're right, I do want to track down KIRA and if you need help, I'll gladly take the job. I'm also glad to hear that the case is close to ending." Naomi said. "It is, but like I said something could go wrong and your face and name are still on the FBI website. If you were to go on your own KIRA could find out your name, I or L can make sure to change your name on the website tot he alias you'd be using for the duration of the KIRA case. Please don't act on your own, this is not a normal case." JT said. Naomi nodded handed her, her card. JT smiled. "I'll talk this over with L and I'll call you either way. But I'm sure he'd be happy to work with you again. You did a really good job on the BB case after all." JT said. Naomi nodded. After saying goodbye she looked at her watch. Time to grab some food and return to the hotel room. Slowly the phone dialed the number that had been found, today had been a rather quiet day for L, more thinking then actions.. but they were getting rather closer to Kira, and so that was what really mattered.. He was almost feeling certain Yagami Light.. was the culprit, intelligent.. something that such a person would need trying to outsmart L,.. or more accurately trying to find a way to get to him,.. and find out more about him without getting caught and so far,. he had done that reasonably well, but really he was a little reckless with the method of taking out the FBI agents.. and even though their was spaced time.. that was probably done to lose suspicion.. since Raye investigated a few others.. but coincidences did not happen, a robber that seemed to have no reason to be there at that time.. entered a bus,.. eventually screams and shoots at something not their.. and then gets hit by a car afterwards.. even L had managed to find a police report and the fact that the criminal had died.. Kira.. it was well devised but something that just did not happen everyday.. and so was out of place. It seemed no answer occurred and so he redialed only to hear a male's voice pick up this time. "Seth Tzuko.. i have noticed that you were a witness to the death of a rapist.. in the downtown segment,.. mind giving me a few details about the killing?" On the other end he heard a breath been taken before the person started to speak "Well.. we were all just walking around not really organized.. the victim was just casually applying a broom to the floor simply cleaning the area in front of a shop.. when he suddenly seemed to have a heart attack.. Their were no other warnings.. other then the actual event.. so when asked, I got them to file it with the Kira cases.." "Hmm.. do you remember the look of people around you.. when most people crowded around.. did you at any stage glance out from such a thing.. and see anyone seem not interested and walk away.." "A few people were like that.. but not many want to see a death..." "I might have some other questions to ask soon.. but for now that is all, in the next day or two.. I will have someone visit you to try and confirm a few images.. after all, I L,.. am trying to solve this case and now have new help.." Finally she was back, it had been quite a long a day. She knocked on the door again and smiled when Watari opened. She stepped inside and walked back over to L. She had some Chinese food with her. One was a duck prepared withhoney and what not and was known for tasting sweet with rice, which would be fine when L would empty a cup of sugar in it. Time for something different then candy and she had asked them to make the taste extra sweet. She had something more simple, fuyung hai with noodles. Not too bad either. The restaurant had a good reputation so it should be alright. "Hey, here's dinner." She said. she sat down and put her bag down next to the chair. She wanted to get some plates, but was happily surprised Watari brought them plates two knives and two forks. "Thank you." She said. "Oh and we got KIRA hook line and sinker." She said casually wondering how L would react. She reached into her backback and took out the signed statement from Takada and the tape and pushed the play button. L did not speak to Seth for much longer, since what he had said was enough to say. According to some information just given then though there seemed to be two people.. that walked off strangely, first noticing the death,.. and then something was said to the one behind him.. and a look of dread crossed this man.. before the two left the other following rather closely behind.., although that might not be Kira.. it was worth a check, maybe he had been a bit foolish and if so this could possibly even be more of a hit to catching Light.. wait here is L already thinking who it is.. the two of them just needed to gain as much more possibility before making a move.. Slowly he turned to here food was here, after all he did partially smell it. It had been a while since he had realistic food like the one he could smell,.. although he could already tell it would need extra sugar.. as most things did for him. "Hmm.. we do?" He looked at her as if to say go on.. it seemed she really had been trying to grab information.. the more personal way, which was quite impressive for JT.. because usually he had heard it would take her a little longer before being able to get to that stage.. but because both her and L knew roughly the same information.. it was enough for her to start instantly grabbing information "Interesting.. what intrigues me.. is the fact that it was said that he started to shoot at something not their.. Is that possibly a shinigami..? and if so.. did Kira.. somehow cause this person to see that before dispatching of the criminal?.." he was running questions over to himself before he also started to speak "I have footage of the death of Raye Penbar.. it seems that Kira was on that same train.. you can tell when he turns to it looking at it.. and saying what looks to be a short name.. which slowed down looked like a few things.. one of them was Light.., and I have a witness of Kira's proof killing.. in downtown.. of which from a quick talk.. it would seem that he saw the two.. together,.. but I want you to confirm it JT.. he witnessed that serial rapist's death" he was thinking of how to say the next part.. ".. but one thing I have worked out also.. is Kira can't be to far from a train line.. because he killed on the way to one.. and then seemed to continue riding the train.. of which I am pretty sure it is a loop train.. that would get him back towards his location.. of which their is a station reasonably close to the Yagami's house.." saying that he looked at Watari who had brought plates before deciding to dish up the sweeter of the meals, before trying it.. and rushing off to the kitchen, but Watari stepped in front of him before holding out the sugar "Predictable as always L.." Wammy then laughed lightly before starting to walk back towards his computer. "It is a loop train, it finishes its round in a bit less then an hour. He made Raye Penber stay on for an hour and a half, which is odd to begin with. I guess he didn't want to stay on long after the agents started to collapse. The investigation would lead to the train and the station and if he was on there for long the more chance he'd get caught or pulled in for questioning. He made Penber stay in so long because then he would be able to get off at the next stop or the one after that, but he got off closeby. And Light's house is close to the second stop after the station where Raye Penber died. Coincedence?" JT said and looked at L, then started to think over what L had mentioned over a shinigami. It had occurred to her too and if they both came to that conclusion it was more likely to be true. "That part has been bugging me too. On top of that there's no human that could make the weapon KIRA is using right now, so I wouldn't be surprised if a shinigami is involved. Also we know that spelling mattered in the way he kills. I already believed it was something to write with or on, I'm now certain it's something to write on and that piece of paper that the hi jacker picked up was part of it. If KIRA's weapon did come from a shinigami it would only make sense that the person who touches it or apparently part of it can see the shinigami. Light tricked him into touching the piece of paper and therefor revealing the shinigami to the hi jacker. At least that's the one thing that seems to make sense right now. I'll go talk to your witness tomorrow, most people don't appreciate being questioned at this hour and since he's not a suspect we shouldn't make him uncomfortable. On top of that I'm going to a judge and get a search warrent for the Yagami residence." JT said and filled her plate and sat down on the couch and began eating. It seemed so far, the two of them were on the same level of understanding,.. which only made reason to believing such things more strong. Usually because when two rather accomplished people like JT and L agreed on something it almost guaranteed that they were correct and that meant Kira really would be done for before he knew what hit him. It was risky for her to visit such close people that connected to Kira.. and possibly she even saw Yagami which was a dangerous move but luckily her name.. of what ever it was, did not exist anymore except to those who had made the deal.. to see such a thing,. Something that Kira would never do.. and something that neither of the two detectives knew about. "They were not to bad on the phone.. but that was about fifteen minutes ago,.. but personal face to face talks.. I would not recommend at such an hour... Seth Tzuko after all might end up rather important if he recognizes Light.. being with Raye, at the time of that Rapist's death. Already now the sugar had been mixed in thanks to Wammy knowing that L would go straight for such a thing.. so that had decreased the time of finding it.. using it and placing it back. Now it was the right sweetness, just how he wanted it. He finished quite a few mouthfuls before starting to speak. "Hmm I would like to assist you in that search.. this might be a risky move for me to make.. but I need to make it, others risk their lives and so I to must at least show Kira.. the face of his main enemy.. but if we could time to search it when he would be at school.. that would be the optimum time... but I want to see how he lives, and see possibly what sort of person this Yagami Light is.. just to help prove the fact that he is Kira.. which is at a seventy two percent chance.." "Well we got his schedule, the chief hasn't been home in days according to his work schedule and the mother is out quite a lot too and Sayu is still going to school. The house should be empty by ten O'clock tomorrow morning." JT said. This had all been in Raye Penber's report of observing the Yagami family. "So search first, talk to witness after that." She mumbled and took another bite. Tonight there was nothing more to really do, so she could work out and for a change since the investigation began get some sleep. Although she could function on just three hours of sleep a night on occasion she did like to sleep in. "But why is the shinigami staying with Light? Is it because the weapon is in his posession that the sinigami is bound to him and follow him around? For how long though? Until it runs out of pages? Until it's destroyed or until Light dies?" JT said. It could be one or more then one of those. "And more importantly what is the shinigami going to do when Light is arrested?" It seemed JT had already had this all planned out which made L almost feel a little jealous, to the fact that her method had allowed something to be created that he.. because of his nature would have taken longer. He had the same conclusions but she was the one taking the actions to trying to get Kira trapped, before he gets to a unstoppable point. "I think it could be any of those.. if the person dies, a shinigami.. would have no reason to stick around.. and maybe the tool of killing is originally the shinigami's.. so he has to watch what is done with it.." That made a little bit of sense, but even now the whole shinigami thing was rather hard to consider being real, but it was a chance.. of such a case, and would explain the bus incident more so as a Kira caused murder then.. a convenient way for Light to become out of suspicion. "I guess we will see tomorrow if you manage to get that warrant.." L was already finished eating now as he looked at JT for a moment.. "What would be Light's reason.. to become Kira.. maybe he feels like wanting to become a god.. of something he is creating?.. a world of no criminals.. It's similar to what we want except he just kills for it.. Am i correct?" "If I get that warrant? Did you read the same witness testimony I did?" JT said and grinned, there was no doubt she'd get it. sayu put Light on that buss, hell even Light put himself on it. "Makes sense. Or maybe it's just bored or both. Maybe that's why it fropped that thing into our world? Frankly I don't care as long as we can get it to go back to hell." JT said and now finished her meal. She was pretty full, but she hadn't brought dessert to not eat it. "Hmm. I guess so. It appears that power brings out the worst in Light. The power this thing gives him gave him a god complex and it seems he already was a sociopath." She replied and pulled out two portions of tiramisu. Not a good mix maybe, but both would be good. She handed one to L and sat back down and opened her own. She liked her sweets once in a while too. For a moment L had actually forgotten such a thing, yet acted now as if he knew such a thing.. It seemed even master minds like him forgot simple things like that.. but it was not his method so parts of what JT did and organized slipped away from him.. but the two seemed to come up with the same answers at least. Which was expected really, because that just meant they were close to the truth. "Not just Light.. power brings out the worst in everyone,.. most in Light's case.. would probably do the same but be caught quicker.. he is more intelligent then I expected.. but tomorrow we should be able to find the correct evidence that will make everything confirmed. A small smile crossed L now as he started to continue his dessert, sometimes even he wondered how he managed to eat so much sweet food, and never have issues with his teeth... or with cramps or pains.. or anything but that was probably because he was designed for such matters of working and so did not really have to worry about real food most of the time.. or sleep for that matter functioning on two to three hours.. most nights. Although she didn't eat sweets that much she did sleep an average of three hours a night, sometimes more sometimes less. Her drug of choice was caffeine. It seemed to take ages before morning came. Around five she went to the gym for her workout and at nine sharp she was in the judge's chamber's for a warrent. The judge had no doubts, just signed the warrent. she thanked him and walked out to go and meet L. She knocked on the door. Watari let her in. "Well I got the warrent, shall we get going?" She then asked, knowing his answer would be yes. She didn't bother to take her jacket off. They'd be leaving fast. She was excited about this search, for both her and L this was their biggest case ever. "So if we manage to close this case, wanna celebrate?" She then asked him. L stayed up for a little longer seeing if anything else could be worked out, and at the last minute checking out the death tally for the day of possibly Kira deaths.. so far if they were all added up.. Light really had taken out quite a few.. and he was almost purely sure it was Yagami without a doubt.. and tomorrow they would have the final evidence, this was what he was sure about. He although hearing JT rise, did not bother to get up instantly.. waiting about an hour after her departure before he slid himself out of the bed that was in completely different rooms to each other. L knew not how her mornings went, but knew how his own went.. a hot coffee..overloaded with sugar.. mixed with chocolate to make a mocha.. something that as he started to head to his own kitchen seemed that Watari had made already for him just how he liked it.. before returning to his computer to try and help as best he could. L began to drink it slowly, letting it's warmth and sweetness get to him, the caffeine an added bonus. It did not seem like long after that, the she seemed to return.. obviously with a warrant ready as well, with such strong evidence to suggest such a search of Yagami Light's house.. it was expected " But of course.. although I am not sure if it will be over straight away, we know not where Yagami hides such a book as such that we don't even know the appearance of.." "Well I think somewhere close, somewhere his family would never set foot. Probably his own room. He wouldn't leave anything to chance, not to mention that he has to have it nearby to use it. Since we suspect that anyone who touches it can see the shinigami, if that's true he'd have to be sure. I'm going to check Light's room first." JT said. She left the room to go to the car. She got in the car outside of the hotel after Watari had opened the door and she moved over so L could get in too. The ride there wasn't long, not that long. She took her binoculars out and saw the mother getting ready to leave. Light's class should have started by now as well as Sayu's and the chief was nowhere to be seen and probably working his butt off. "Let's wait five minutes after she leaves just to be sure." JT said. She left, the house was empty now. JT watched her walk across the corner. A car stated and then she drove by them, looking at the odd car with tinted windows for a moment and driving on, turning the corner. "Well it looks like the house is empty now." JT said after a few minutes. Before it was even said, L was sure that such a place like his bedroom would be the only suitable room he would place it in, since so far.. they had ideas that when touched they could see the shinigami with Light, and so.. in saying that since it could probably be mistaken as a normal notebook, it would be hidden away so that the rest of the family did no stumble across it or find out he was Kira and that only place that he would probably be left alone.. for him to be able to write up the list of names,.. would be such a location as well, knowing he would probably have a computer and a tv,. both used to make finding names easier. L slowly walked out in the same clothes as general, rarely did he change into anything different, after all.. he had about five pairs of what would appear to be the same clothes and Watari always made sure at least half of those were clean and so he did not need to bother with anything else. "Hmm yes I agree with that, just incase.. she decides to go back if she forgot something. It seemed the mother had noticed something odd about the darkly tinted car.. but continued to drive "It would seem so,.. Still, we should wait about another minute or so.. I will help you with the search in his room, I am positive it would be the only location he could keep it without his parents finding it. "Alright." JT said, even though she'd already left five minutes ago. A few minutes later still nothing. "Let's go, it's not like we're breaking in L, it's a warrent." JT said and got out of the car, he could either follow or stay put. It was a nice house and JT had lock picking tools at the ready and had the lock open in maybe two seconds longer then it would take with a key. The company that installed the alarm had provided her with the code and she typed it in. Now to find Light's bedroom. She was sure L would follow pretty soon. He was way too curious to stay behind. She walked up the stairs and opened a door. Sayu's room, no doubt about that. She looked at the next door. The handle was at an odd angle and she looked it over an almost missed the mechanical pencil laid over the hinges. The piece of paper in the door was obvious. She removed the mechanical pencil, then took the piece of paper and opened the door. She put the piece of paper and mechanical pencil down on Light's desk. That's where she would start. L for a moment just sat within the car, it was a little risky actually going to the house of the suspected Kira.. what if the death god was waiting inside, left to guard it or something silly like that.. nether the less he just sighed and slowly stepped out of the car, not used to being so upfront with a case. This was all a new method to him.. Usually he would get others to search ones house or to setup hidden cameras of the sort. As he started to walk he darted back to the car grabbing just such a thing, small little cameras that would feed video data to his laptop. Since they were here if they did not find anything, they had to at least do something else with the time they were going to spend. He was only a moment behind JT now entering the house before starting to look where she was listening to footsteps that sounded like they stopped as she obviously found the room she was searching for, he walked after her now before slowly entering seeing her place a piece of paper and what looked like a mechanical pencil down on Light's desk "I take it, he set those up.. to check to see if anyone enters his room?" Now the searching would begin, but what L's eyes were doing right now was looking for good spots to stick hidden cameras, that were about the size of.. well a very small object. "Yes. Too bad we don't fall for something like that, well for him that is and L the warrent is to search his room, not install cameras." JT said as she saw him look around the room. Oh well back tot he search she decided to look in his desk. Schoolbooks, normal notebooks, schoolstuff in general. She memorized the order, then took it all out to see if anything was hidden. So far absolutely zip. She put the books and notebooks back and opened the drawers. One was empty with the exception of a diary, the other was stuffed with pens, pencils and whatnot. She took everything out again and took a thorough look at every object, nothing or maybe... It could be her imagination, but the drawers didn't seem to be equally high in space on the inside. She grabbed the ruler and measured both drawers. It was less then an inch, but the difference was there. She tapped on the bottom of both drawers and found one was hollow. "I think I got something here." She said and went to look to see if she could open it. She ran her fingers over the smooth surface, first the inside, then the outisde and grinned when she foud a little hole. She looked around to something she could use, then used the filling of a ballpoint. The bottom rose and she took a carefull look inside and noticed it wouldn't be wise to remove the filling of the ballpoint. She took the bottom out and saw a notebook that had two words on the front, Death Note. She took it out and put it on the desk, then put the drawer down carefully. She put the Death Note in an evidence bag. Then she put the fake bottom of the drawer back in place. She began to read what was written inside. "We got him now, take a look.". JT said and handed L the Death Note, then began to put thing back in the desk in the same order as they'd been in there before. Hearing such a thing L sighed before deciding not to bother about the camera's, since after all, they were searching for the proof that Kira was Light.. so that the case would be over. All they needed was evidence, they had instinct.. and a solid feeling that it was definitely Sayu's brother.. that was the culprit. Ever since seeing Light,.. as someone who was being investigated, brought up a slight curiosity.. which L from that moment had a small feeling even though to begin with it was only a small percentage that it could be such a person because he had seen his grades before.. and so far the intellectual level he had seen,.. could have only been a few people.. and to begin with, the school hours.. everything fitted nicely. Instead now his eyes started to try and find anything, but really he knew JT was probably going to be the one who actually found the book. He watched now as she seemed to start measuring the draw, ... possibly a hidden containment, it would be a clever spot really, but if he had taken such precautions.. there had to be a catch of just trying to open the draw.. unless, that was when he saw as JT seemed to find what must have been a small hole as she then grabbed a ballpoint pen and started to dismantle it a little.His eyes just stayed fixed now watching as the hidden area started to lift and move, to begin with all he saw was a black part of the book, but it had to be it a slight look of triumph crossing his face before he decided to speak "How did you know?" Slowly he started to then flick through the pages a little seeing a little on how it worked, noticing how a few pages seemed to be torn out.. "We still have to be a little careful, we might have the book.. but what if all he needs is a page from this book?,.. " It could always be a possibility but still,.. they knew who Kira was.. had his name and all,.. now they could easily take him into custody, the deathnote being the evidence.. containing most of the names of whom he killed a few pages seemed to be missing, "I didn't. To me it just appeared to be there and I checked for good meassure, then it was a matter of checking everything. However some pages are missing, I think I get the picture now. Remember the FBI agents? What if Light made Raye write down the names. You know envelops with wholes in them. Raye wouldn't have seen the specifics for the agents at all and since KIRA was nearby he couldn't open them either. Raye received the file, wrote down the names and since a picture acconpanied the name that sort of automatically got stuck in his head." JT said. After putting everything back in the desk she moved to the cabinet with books. "Give me a hand L, we need to check every book for the missing pages and check the wall behind it for secret compartments." JT said and got started at the bottom. Some magazines and all, those were big enough to hide the missing pages. At the end of the bottom line she found the envelope. "We get lucky again." JT said and pulled the papers out and indeed it wasnt Light's handwriting. It was Raye's. "Well this doesn't account for all the pages, but I'm sure he's got some on him as well. The one thing that would make sense, especially for an intelligent kid like Light was experimenting to see if a torn out page or piece of it would work and we know at least that a piece can make you see the shinigami, so we should assume the worst and think a torn out page or piece of one is as deadly as the notebook itself." JT said and put the magazines back in the right order. "I think we're done here, we should go before anyone comes home." She then suggested. That made quite a bit of sense really and was exactly what L could understand, it was more the fact that it felt like the right location.. and so she checked and found such a thing. When he had looked through the Deathnote a small laugh left his lips as he saw what was supposed to be his death.. oh how easy it had been to trick Kira into that one using a criminal which was more forced into doing it rather the volunteering. Hearing what JT had said he remembered upon looking for camera spots a few possible places that could have hidden pages. He started to help her a little before noticing a envelope of which she seemed to beat him to and instead picked it up.. it was obviously what was used to trick Raye Penber. He partially always wondered how so many FBI agents were taken out only seconds between each death.. but Light really had been foolish to try and hide all the evidence in his own room, Slowly L nodded before deciding to respond slowly ?? Wait just a second longer.. I think if we look a little longer we will find some of the hidden pages, they would just appear to be normal note pages.. but they would be folded.. and if you look from a slight angle.. they go slightly gray.. ? Quickly his eyes scanned noticing within a book what appeared to be a gray glimpse before grabbing that book, opening it and then retrieving the page ??.. We can ??t leave Kira with so much pages left missing.. Judging by how the book is made.. at least ten or so pages have been ripped out.. two of them are in that envelope.. one is here.. we have to assume others have been used before.. so there probably is another three or four pages.. then we can leave.. ? "I see, we can look, however he can have the pages on him." JT reminded him and merely started looking through the rest of the books and magaznes systematically. In a book half way up the cabinet she founds two more pages. "L I think he has the last two on him, I'm sure of it." JT said and handed him the two pages. She put the books back and put the death note and pages in evidence bags. Then she put the ball point back together, ready to leave the room. It would only make sense that Light would keep the two pages on him as a form of protection or something. She grabbed the piece of paper and the mechanical pencil and looked at L. they'd been there for over two hours already. They had what they needed and she was curious about the shinigami. Would it protect Light? If so they'd be dead, if not it would be interesting. She was waiting outside the door for L to leave so she could put things back into place. L would have really not expected less from Light being Kira.. to the fact of extra pages kept with him. Slowly everything started to make even more sense before he saw that JT had found some other pages, he also had found a few pages.. and so it seemed just like she had said two or so pages were missing. Still they had the evidence they required.. and those pages would hopefully still not allow him to manage to kill the two of them.. since they both used aliases and well.. L had many names he used as another alias to publically go under.. but no one actually knew he was L for that fact. yet anyhow. Although he had not really noticed, his eyes looked over at the clock for a moment. Making sure they had all the evidence they needed slowly he slipped in one hidden camera, mainly for the reaction that Kira would give to see his deathnote.. stolen from him. It was such a small camera, and was nicely hidden as his eyes then fell onto JT "One can not hurt.. after all, I want to see Kira's reaction.. which leads me to thinking.. how do you think the shinigami will act? .. I have never heard of them protecting people before.. but they are death gods.. creatures.. that kill to gain lifetime.." he doubted the same worked for humans.. and so at least Light would not probably outlive the sentence and then public execution to be made as an example off.. "So do I. I wonder what that death god looks like. Anyway we need to go." She said and closed the door behind L, putting the piece of paper back in place as well as the mechanical pencil and she made sure the doorknob had exactly the same angle as when they came in. She walked down the stairs and out the front door, back tot he car where Watari had been waiting for them. She wondered how things would turn out. This death god was a wild card, she was sure it would have no trouble knowing their real names, however it is that shinigami know that. It was a god after all so would ti protect Light? If it really had to stay until the death note was full or until the owner died what would it do if Light was sentenced to a life time in jail. They'd taken it, did that make them the new owner? But then it should have showed up right? So as long as Light was alive he was the owner? That would mean this death god would be stuck in prison with Light for a long time. Would it kill Light? So many questions and no answers, not until they had a chance to talk to this death god. She got into the car and moved over tot heother side for L. Although the two of them were now running of chances that the death god would not help Light, it was hopeful that would be the case.. and that well. Kira.. would be sentenced to life, all the evidence they needed, was already theirs, and he would gather handwriting samples of Light.. from what ever school related things he could manage to gather. That and they would soon have the recording of Kira noticing it was gone thanks to the tiny hidden camera.One thing was for certain though, was that it felt great to leave such a place. There was still a lot of questions they both probably knew not the answers to,.. but L was just happy that they had found him,.. found Kira before more damage could be done although it was not entirely over just yet.. it was likely he still had pieces.. and again hopefully.. the death god would not protect him somehow.. from the fate that had been chosen because JT and L managed to gather everything they needed.. and in reasonable time as well. Slowly he entered the car after JT a slight smile crossing his face a rare sight to say the least "we caught him.. the two of us,.. just like that other case.. when i was in doubt you came and helped me finish what was started.. Watari.. drive us to the hotel, I have one last thing I have to see.." "Well I think I should go and search Light's locker at school for something with his handwriting, then find a good expert" JT said. They couldn't waste anymote time. "I'll talk to your witness oh and what is it you want to see?" She asked. She was wondering wat was going through his mind. This brilliant sweet man was hard to read and only by knowing him for some time she knew his habits. But getting a grip on what he could be thinking was hard even for her. she suspected it had something to do with either the Death Note or the surveillance tapes. However altough there was surveillance the cameras weren't state of the art and didn't have too many pixels which made enhancing a picture difficult. She was sure the 80's would call for their securty system. Something a friend once told her when dealing with an old model security system. She would also need to visit Naomi. It really was going to end soon, today Light would be arrested. "I am sure I can find quite a few things through the school's apparent secure system.. I hear that the computers to mark tests and exams scan in the answers into a database that then calculates if it's wrong or right.. so I will get my hands on those scans.. without the school knowing though.. but still maybe you should go gather what you can from his locker.." a faint what almost seemed like a smile seemed to cross L which even partially surprised him when realized his expression changing to become more normal for himself afterwards. "I will notify that witness you are coming around then.." Watari had already started to drive now towards the hotel as had been requested before L looked at JT hearing what she had to say.. "I could not help myself but plant one small minute camera.. that will give us clear view of when Light gets home.. and judging by the time, say a few or so minutes after we get back to the hotel.. we will have footage straight to my laptop of his reaction to his missing deathnote" L then brought out the deathnote looking at it again "quite amazing this was all that it took to kill so many.. It's lucky that more of these things don't seem to exist.." "Oh that I'd like to see. I'll talk to the witness after that and then go to his locker." JT said. She was glad he smiled a little. He didn't smile enough, he hardly ever did. She still didn't know why. Now they gather the remaining evidence today and get an arrestwarrent today and arrest Light on his way to school. that would be perfect, no one would know where he'd gone or that he was a suspect other then the judge who would have to sign a none disclosure agreement. "You know L, you should smile more. Even in all the time I've known you I can still count the numbers of times I saw you smile on my fingers." JT said. There really was nothing more to discuss about the case, it was merely waiting until they got tot he hotel. She Watari had given up on trying to make L smile some time ago, because nothing seemed to work. Maybe she could get him to cheer up? It would be a long shot at best though. L almost gave JT a look of disbeleif when she started talking about him smiling more and well.. truth was, she could probably count the times.. on one hand alone let alone both of the,.. it really had to be one of the rareist occasions, and sometimes occurred after a good case was cracked, this was one of those.. but now that smile was gone probably not to show itself again.. well thats what he thought anyhow.. who knew if JT knew methods to try and change that.. as he had a feeling she would at least try "I don't understand what the big deal is.. I don't find the need or want to smile.. that's as simple as it gets.." it was something that probably would not change a while and already the limo was nearing the hotel before Watari pulled it up "Were here L,.. you might want to go get that laptop setup soon.." L once the car stopped wasted no time heading up to the elevator heading up to the suite they were in waiting for neither of them entering with his own key as he then started to setup the laptop ready to receive and record the footage as the other two entered "All setup for showtime when he arrives home.." "That's just sad. It's healthy you know. Then again you seem to have a vendetta against a lot of things that are healthy." JT said, referring to his eating habits. Getting him to smile was like mission impossible. Probably a waste of time, but she liked to see him smile. She went upstairs with the both of them. She wasn't sure what to say right now so said nothing instead. She took a seat next to L in front of the laptop screen and just in time too. Light entered his room. He put the mechanical pencil away, then opened the right drawer. Removed the fake diary and opened the secret compartment. Only to find it empty. But she saw something else. A big, somewhat humanoid looking creature. It was ugly and seemed to be decaying. The shinigami. "So that's what a shinigami looks like." She mumbled Instead of responding to that, he just ignored the whole comment. He knew she was only joking around,.. but he ate the way he did, because he enjoyed snacking.. and sugar was the only thing that kept him at bay. He figured without it, issues would occur because his body would go into breakdown without it.. well that's at least what was a guess anyhow, L had never tried to give up his sugar fixation yet, and as he sat down he pulled out a stick of pocky and started to nibble at it, It seemed the two of them decided to sit down just in time, Light entered and did what was expected the look of surprise crossing his face as he looked around for obviously his deathnote. L just could not help but gaze at what was obviously the shinigami.. and hearing JT say something about it he knew his eyes were not playing up. He had a feeling if others saw the footage, they would not see the Shinigami.. unless they had touched the deathnote.. it was his guess anyhow, since other wise the FBI agent would have said something about it.. "So you can see that thing as well.., I wonder if he will try and help Kira get back his deathnote.. or.. will he go now and find us.. or what." "But, how, no one was in here..." Light mumbled. Or did they find all the tricks. He went over to his closet only to find the other pages missing too. The shinigami started laughing, loud... "Now this is fun, humans are sooo interesting." Ryuk said. "I don't think it's on Light's side, I think he dropped the notebook and wants to see what's gonna happen. IT's like he's studying humans." JT commented. But it was indeed amusing. "L damn you." Light muttered. It was obvious that only someone as smart as L could have found all his little tricks. "Why L?" The shinigami asked. "I left the doorknob on a specific angle, I put a piece of paper i between my door, but mot importantly I placed a mechanical pencil on the hinge. If anyone had opened the door it would have broken. Most people wouldn't have noticed the doorknob or the pencil, the one who was in my room did. Only someone as smart as L would have." Light explained to the shinigami. "So now what are you going to do, you don't know his name or face, however if you made the eye deal you'd be able to pick him out of the crowd and you still got those two pages on you." Ryuk said. Light looked at him, he knew the death god was right. But he didn't want to do it. "Alright." Light said. Ryuk smiled and placed his hand on Light's head, then removed it seconds later. "Congratulations, you now have shinigami eyes." He said. "I guess we'll have to blindfold him when we arrest him. I bet he can see people's names when he can see their faces. I be that's how shinigamis know people's name. I wonder what the cost would be. I'm sure they talked about that before and Light turned it down originally, which means it must be a high price." JT said. It seemed that Light was almost annoyed at what had taken place, but then again.. if it had not been for JT, L was sure even he.. careful as he is when it comes to that sorta thing would have missed the mechanical pencil, To say the least, he was not as good at the practical side of things were as that was sorta more where JT belonged when it came to tracking down criminals. L on the other hand preferred to make sure he was safe at all times whilst trying to capture only the cases that interested him. Between the two that was the main difference, but she was the only person who had probably ever seen him smile.. the limited amount of times, had even made him laugh once.. but that was a long time ago. "It seems all details of your arrival and working with me managed to not get leaked to the police.. that's good, because you would not be noticed by him.. where as he is trying to find me." L went silent to listen to what else that was being said, it seemed if the Death God really was on Kira's side, he would have told him about the camera.. he had a feeling already the Shinigami already knew about it, A look of desperation seemed to be across Kira's face, he knew he was going down.. and so this had to be his last attempt to make a change. L knew if he died.. and somehow JT was discovered.. the two were the only things really standing in his way.. especially now that he had a new power.. or from the sounds of it. He wondered what the change really did, but knew they would have to be careful working out roughly what it did. It obviously allowed him to the name of the person.. which would mean he could kill them without having to actually finding out their name by other sources "Blind fold, and have his hands bound I think.. we don't know if fabric will stop something that a Shinigami gave.. so we have to take the necessary precautions.. and here I thought this last part would have no danger.. I only thought that deathgod was going to help Light and come kill us.. as the worst alternative.. but at least he is a neutral spectator almost.. probably here for his own amusement" "Hands bound is standard procedure. Add a blindfold and we should be safe. The death god finds this all amusing and wants to stetch things out obviously." JT said. "Alright I should get going, talk to your witness and all." She said and walked out, the show was over and she needed to get back to work. First the witness, then Light's locker, then wake up a judge for an arrestwarrent. She was sure all judges would sign it, no matter what time it was. "I think the Shinigami would have got something for the deal as well.. it is obvious that it would amuse him to drag it out longer.. but their would be no reason to give Kira a power without a cost.. everything costs something. For all the kills he has written onto paper.. has cost him a sentence he can not avoid.. a life time sentence of suffering with the sins he committed thinking he was a god.." That was all L had to say before he fell quiet for a moment "Seems like taking care of him will be easy enough if we play it safe.. which means I want you to be a little more careful JT.." he then grabbed another pocky stick snacking on it before offering one to her, "But of course." JT said, she accepted the pocky stick, not sure if she'd eat it or not, at least not right away. She put it in her pocket and walked out. "Have fun you two." She said, knowing they'd be on the case too. She drove to the workplace of Seth Tzuko and walked up to him. "Good afternoon sir, are you Seth Tzuko?" JT asked. The man turned around and looked at her, seeing a rpetty young lady. "Yes ma'am." He said. "You were contacted earlier about what you witnessed at the train station. I was sent here to take your official statement, I hope you can spare a few moments of your time." JT said and showed him her badge. "Of course." Seth said and walked with her to a small table in the cafetaria of the small restaurant he was working. JT accepted the offer and sat down as did her. "I was hanging around here with some friends. When we walked past that shop a guy sweeping the floor just collapsed, grabbing his chest. Just like that. He looked to be in his thirties or something, not the kind of person that would just die of a heartattack like that so I asked the police to put it with files of the KIRA case." Seth told her. "Did you see this man there?" JT asked and showed him a picture of Raye Penber. "I think so." Seth said. "Was he alone or with someone?" JT then asked. "Someone was standing really close to him and they walked off together." Seth replied. "Was the one with him one of these men?" JT asked, showing him a six pack of photos, Light's included with others looking prettty much like him. "Could be this one, but I'm not sure, I didn't really get a good look at his face." Seth said, he did point at Light's photo though. JT pulled out her laptop and began yping their conversation. "I'll type out our conversation and print it out, then I'll come back. I'd like you to read it and if you believe it's accurate sign it." She said. "Of course." Seth said and went back to work as JT typed out his statement. Then she printed it out in triplet and walked back up to him. "Alright here it is." She said. Seth looked at the papers, scanned through them and signed them. "I hope this helps, good luck." He said and returned to work. In the mean time JT left, on her way to Light's school now. At this moment now that Kira had become even more dangerous, at least in the fact they would have to be more cautious.. all he could really do was be like himself. That was L,.. secretive yet someone that found out information without having to reveal himself. Light was probably more determined then ever to take out the last known threat at this time to his whole god Complex of which he was trying to invent.. but all things like that had to come to an end sometime. So many were killed in a false sense of justice, and the tactic of fear had dropped crime rates.. but this really was not the right way to go about it all. "Watari, find me the details for the schools main system.. I need to start trying to bring up as much evidence of writing I can of his for comparison." Wammy began to start looking before finding something that would be relevant "Here.. I sent the details to you via bluetooth.." Sure enough his computer popped up with a new file, bluetooth was actually rather useful.. when it came to this sorta thing, sure it was short range and slow.. but untrackable to the point of unless you were in the room at the time..you would not even know something was sent.. L looked over the details noticing what sort of server the school used, and which methods he would have to use before he starting to hack into it managing to stay undetected. He grabbed the records of about 12 students just incase he was spotted within the system before grabbing as much as he could for Light and disconnecting himself from such a network. "Watari.. look over Light's files and compare some of the writting with what is in the deathnote.." "Okay L.." In the mean time JT walked to Light's locker with the combination, carrying out the other part of the search warrent. She grabbed two notebooks after looking into them a bit, then looked around for anything strange, which of course wasn't there. She closed the locker and returned the spare key to the principle. At first glance it looked similar, but she wasn't exactly an expert on it. Time to get dinner on the way back. This time she bought a chocolate cake for L and went to the burger kind fo a nice meal for her, it was easy, since it was next to the bakery. Then drove back to the hotel. Around 7:30pm she returned holding three bags. One held a strawberry milkshake and chocolate cake for L, the next her own dinner and the third held the notebooks and Seth Tzuko's sworn statement. "Hi there. I got the statement and the notebooks and brough dinner." sHe said and handed him two of the three bags. She was sure he'd love his dinner this time. She sat down on a comfy chair and started to eat her own dinner. L was already looking at the comparisons that Watari had found,.. the style looked very similar although even he was not an expert at telling such things and so could not say for sure other then saying "They sure are similar L,.. but this alone won't be enough to prove that this deathnote has Light's writing and that he did not just stumble upon it.. since I know you feel it is him, but maybe Kira.. is just using him to hide his true form.. so just be careful Master L" It felt odd for L to hear him speak like that to him yet he decided just to ignore it "I know he is Kira.. the chances are over eighty percent.. which means it just has to be.. and once JT comes back.. I have a feeling that it will creep closer to ninety percent.. which we can then start to plan the arrest" L sighed sitting down and started to relax.. enough had been done for today, and they would allow Kira this last day of power.. before tomorrow an arrest would be arranged of which the use of riot gear would hopefully do the task of protecting their identity as well as a flash stun grenade.. now it was just where, and when.. Seeing her return with dinner he wondered what she had gathered before a genuine smile crossed him.. he was unsure why and part of him tried to hide it before he spoke it completely disappeared "I see you learned.. or should I say remember what I would prefer over real food.." in saying that he then started to eat some of the cake and then drank a little of the milkshake that she had bought. "Tomorrow will be Kira's last free day.. Riot gear, a stun and flash grenade.. or a few if needed.. and the police force should work don't you think?" "I've always known, however I think even you should eat real food from time to time." JT replied and looked at him, he smiled again, twice in one day, that most deffinately was a record. "Not on Light's arrest. Don't forget his father is chief of police and he'd be informed of it, he'd raise hell if he finds out we're going to arrest his son. No I think I'm going to call in help from someone else. I talked to Naomi and she said she wanted to help. You know very well how capable she is and I'm sure the both of us can handle Light just fine. We'll get him when he walks to school." JT replied. Her dinner tasted good, regardless tot he fact that it was fastfood. She'd have to go out again tonight, wake up a judge for an arrest warrent and talk to Naomi who would be more then happy to help. They'd wear helmets, use a flash grenade handcuff him and blindfold him. L's smiles.. being as rare as they were, simply were rather short.. and if you blinked at the time of a smile showing.. you would miss it. That was just what sort of person he was, He was even unsure of why a smile had crossed him at that moment but instead he started to eat more of his sweet food "But real food is boring.. it does not give the same rush and effect.. that and my teeth would probably suffer with real food.." It seemed like an attempt at an joke before he went back to more serious mode before nodding "Naomi is almost on par with you.. so bringing her in for the help sounds like a good idea.. although with the amount of evidence we have.. Light's father has no choice to accept anyhow.. but he might give warning to Kira.. well, his son. That means we would then not be able to take him by surprise." "I see." JT said, was he trying to make a joke? Well that was a first. "Well that's why Naomi and I have to do this. I don't think a father or parent of such a perfect looking kid like Light would ever accept it. Light puts a lot of effort to appear to be the perfect son and all." JT replied. She finished her meal, now to finish her chocolate milkshake. Sh loved it and it was king size, just great. She began to drink it slowly. L seemed to be happier for some reason, three smiled in one day, plus an attempt for a joke, that's a record alright. That was probably his first and only try at making a joke, after all it really was not his type of personality to do such a thing.. infact it was more the direct opposite of what he just did. L had not even noticed the fact that he had let of another one of those rare smiles of his but it would most likely be the last one of today, after all rare occasions were meant to be rare.. and this year those were the first times he had smiled.. maybe it was the company of JT that brought something out of him that usually did not show, either way for L it felt odd. But Watari seemed to be happy to see L smile.. and JT definitely would be adding those to the smiles she had seen before trying to make him break past the number of times she had seen him smile from being in actual numbers rather then being able to be counted using the two hands. The first thing to be finished was his huge milkshake before he saved some of the cake and offered it to JT "You bought it.. you at least deserve some.. after all this case would have drawn out a lot longer without your help" "No thanks." JT replied and soon finished her milkshake. "I'm full." she told him and looked at the clock. "I should get going again." She told him and got up and left, this she drove to Naomi's appartment. Once there she rang the doorbell. Naomi opened it and was surprised to see JT again. "Hi, come in, can I get you anything?" She said, then closed the door behind her guest. "No thank you, I'll keep this brief. We're going to need your help with arresting Kira. However he now only needs a face to kill, that why when we're going to arrest him we're going to wear helmets, use a flash grenade and blindfold him as well as cuff him. We got all the evidence we need, all I need to do now is visit a judge for an arrest warrent. Of course that's if you still want to help." JT said, however the slight devious smile on Naomi's face, she knew Naomi was glad to help. "Of course I want to help. I'm glad you and L found him so soon. So at what time are we going to arrest him?" Naomi asked. "On his route to school. I'll come and pick you up at 6:30 am." JT said. "Alright then I'll see you at 6:30." Naomi said. "Till then, bye." JT said and left so Naomi could get a decent night's sleep. He was done with the day just relaxing, tomorrow was a big day after all and finally the capture of Kira, which although they had been quick to try and get him before he hit a status of godliness.. They had let him get close enough already, taking to many lives.. thinking that was justice.. no that was just a childish attitude when power was found.. when a child found something.. it was theirs and they would use it to their advantage.. the deathnote seemed to be no different causing a perfect student to becoming one of the largest threats the world had seen. They had about all the evidence they could gather now and he had a feeling of which when JT was going to organize the capture of Light.. after all the optimum time he knew would be roughly around the time he would unsuspectingly leave for school,.. of which knowing Naomi everything that was going to be required for the capture would be supplied.. and it would be over quick before the blind fold and his hands would be bound.. and JT and L would partially monologue a little after making sure they were not in danger.. speaking how they worked out it was him.. and that sort of thing. JT arrived at the judge's house and rang the doorbell. the judge opened it, she recognized him from before. "Oh it's you, what do you want?" He asked sounding rather grumpy. "An arrest warrent for Kira, aka Light Yagami. If you let me in I'll show you the evidence we found." JT said. "Oh OK, but keep it quick." He said, obviously being a bit grumpy. JT took out the photos. She first showed him those of the outside of the death note, then handed him pictures of the inside pages and of the loose pages found in Light's room. Also the other samples of Light's handwriting. "Well that's plenty." The judge said and signed the arrest warrent. "Thank you your honor." JT said and then left. She quickly drove back to the hotel and walked into L's room. "Well it's all set." She said and sat back down in the chair she'd been using ever since she got there. Slowly L surprisingly fell asleep, one would have expected him of all people after consuming so much sugar a day, mixed with caffeine and considering he did not do much for it all to disappear, he was the last one expected to fall asleep. but the dead silence, and knowing Kira was finally not a hassle.. made everything easier for him. The case had been a little tiring at points and it seemed to all have caught up. JT would be back eventually after preparing everything for tomorrow, and Watari knew better then to wake him up.. although part of him expected to wake up before she got back. After all it was a small nap, of which the sleep was not very deep anyhow and would be rather easy to break. It seemed about five minutes before she returned L finally woke up, feeling a little tired still but glad that he had the nap, his first thing to do after that.. was go to the fridge and pull out a chocolate candy bar of which he playfully started to eat slowly before seeing her return to the chair that seemed to be claimed from the day she came here. "What's going to happen after we get Kira.. you just going to go your own way?" "Good question. On the other hand we could continue working together. Neither one of us ever solved a case this difficult this fast. So it might actually make sense. That is if you would like to continue working together." JT said. She'd seen him sleep for a short while and was glad he had. She would never wake him up. She liked the idea of working with him and maybe then they could get closer together as well. They both knew in what way she liked and loved him, question was how would their relationship continue. Getting KIRA would be great and all, the best boost their careers could have, but still she wished KIRA hadn't shown because of so many deaths, another part of her was grateful for the case because it had given them an opportunity to work together. "Hmm well I guess I am sometimes used to working with people similar to you, but.. it sure will be different. Combining our two methods after all seems to be extremely effective.. I guess, if you want to hang around you can.. right Watari?" A small smile crossed him before he thought for a moment "Organize a room for JT, oh.. and soon we should consider moving from this hotel,.. maybe into something a little larger and something that we will own that has spare rooms.. " L thought for a moment before looking at JT for a second "See how that progress on the building I organized is going.. and then lets call it a night.." He sighed laying back into the chair a little, things sure would be different if she stayed around. After all he would not feel as lonely, since Watari was usually kept busy and the main time the two talked was business related. Wammy started to look at the emails that they had recently received. Like usual there was always crimes in some of them.. but there also was the progress "A few weeks or so and they say it will be finished.." JT looked around the enormous suite. "Larger?" She asked. It was sort of funny, the suite was really big and all and she didn't mind sharing. Besides it's not like L ever used the bed anyways. "What building?" She then asked. She was always surprised with the luxury he lived in. She usually did her business from te cash kind of motel where the clerk would forget your face before even seeing it. Being a good tipper helped too. She did need a few hours of sleep, three usually did it for her. Well he was full of surprises that was for sure. L looked at what they were in at this moment as quite small in comparison to what he wanted although that was a small side of him that was partially greedy. That and it was getting to become a pain having to move hotels so often and so instead having one place to stay, that would be extremely secure and large.. it was finally something that would be happening soon."I had it built... but I will show you it when it is finished.. and yes, Larger.. this place is to small.." He was partially relaxed in his chair before he sighed lightly "Well.. we best call it a night then,.. we have Kira to catch tomorrow.. and then we will see how everything goes after that.." truth was L would probably get next to no sleep but that was the type of person he was, a few hours would suffice.. that was if he even got that. "Too small? Then I guess it's a good thing I'm visiting you and not the other way around. This place is huge by the way, on top of tat it wouldn't fit in my budget. Anyway I'll see you around five thirty before I go and pick up Naomi." JT said and got up. By now Watari had arranged for a room two floors down. It wsn't as luxurious as L, but it was still great. The bed was maybe too comfortable it wouldn't be easy to get up early and just to be sure she set the alarmclock for four am. At five thirty am the next morning there was a knock on the door of L's hotel suite. She'd had the best sleep in years and was more then ready to go and catch KIRA. A normal person would have probably laughed upon JT making such a comment yet L just kept his normal face pretty much, it was how he was used to reacting and so it was what came naturally. "Okay then JT.. enjoy your sleep" the night slowly passed for him, and sleep was something that barely came, he managed to get a few hours before waking up a touch earlier then expected. Instead of moving he just relaxed not in a hurry to get up, they had a time set anyhow so there was no point getting up early. Slowly L was the first one up out of him and Watari and even though the knock had awoken Wammy, L had been the one whom answered the door " You look like you slept well.." he made it as a small comment before Wammy yawned slightly before starting to walk towards them "Lets go then.. the car is waiting outside." "Indeed, same goes for you." She said and stepped inside and saw a still sleepy looking Wammy. "No offense Watari, but you look like you need some coffee first, besides I don't have to be there for another hour so have some coffee first, maybe breakfast?" She suggested. He wasn't gettting any younger after all. She sat down, she'd already had one cup of coffee, but she could go for another one. Wammy's was much better anyway. She sat down in the chair, expecting her old friend to get some coffee and take the time to actually wake up, they'd still be in time if they left in like twenty five minutes. At this hour no one was out there, well almost no one. Hearing such a thing Wammy was glad before giving a small bow of appreciation. "I see your as thoughtful as always" he then decided to start heading off to go make a coffee for himself turning to face L and JT, of which before he even got to ask L spoke answering the question he had turned around to ask. L always had a bit of a skill when it came to knowing if a question was going to be asked and an even better skill of knowing what that question would be. "double strength and bring the sugar to me so I can add it as I please" Watari then turned towards JT saying " and you?" he waited for the answer before heading off yo go do the task set and to mainly awaken himself. Quickly he made the drinks before taking L his placing the sugar in front of him to go and return to grab the remaining coffee that he had made up taking a drink of his in the process. "Double strength, just black please." JT said and looked at L. In all those years he hadn't changed a bit. It was funny, if you knew him from fifteen years ago you'd still recognize him. Same hair, same outfit, almost exactly the same face, his vouce was lower now though. JT grabbed her cup and took a sip. It was great as always and smiled a little. Yep deffinately better then the hotel coffee. One advantage if she chose to stick around, she'd have coffee that good every morning. She took her time with her coffee. "Hm, L, I assume you'll wait for us here." She said and looked at him. Then she looked at Watari. "We have to go in five minutes." She said to Watari. Knowing the man had already finished or was close to finishing his cup of coffee. Watari was not really surprised by JT's response, it had been exactly what he thought he would hear. Most people could not stand a double strength black coffee but then again JT was not just some standard normal person. Seeing the two of them start to drink their coffee's he headed back to go grab his own before taking a sip of the hot liquid a soft sigh leaving him. That's better.. Now Wammy walked back to were they were seeing L like normal adding a lot more sugar before starting to drink it. It almost was a unnatural amount that was put into each cup and yet his teeth were as white as a pearl. Surprisingly L today was not demolishing his coffee though taking his time for once obviously still thinking about the capturing of Kira... aka Yagami Light San Slowly he simply shook his head "I was involved in the Kira case as well.. I want to help with the capture.. instead of hiding away like I would normally do.." it sure was a first for L to even say something that could lead to him partially endangering himself, but the truth was he wanted to capture Kira.. capture Light and feel the success of solving one of the hardest cases so far for him, with the help of JT anyhow. "So we'll be needing four helemets. I'm sure that can be arranged. Now let's get going." she said and put her empty cup down and put on her jacket. It really was time to head off. She walked to the car, feeling a bit nervous about all this. At least he wouldn't be able to see their names with the helmets and since they would blindfold him too. Arriving at 6:30 sharp she rang the doorbell to Naomi's appartment. It turned out Naomi was already up and wide awake for a cup of coffee or two. "I'm so excited." She told JT. "There's been a development though. We have reason to believe KIRA now only needs a face to kill so we'll be wearing helmets during the arrest." JT told her. "Fine with me." Naomi replied and walked with JT to the car. "Oh and one more thing. L decided he wanted to be present with capturing KIRA, so you'll finally have a chance to meet him. I know you worked for him before." JT said. NAomi smiled. "Well I have to admit I wonder sometimes what he would be like, I guess I'll finally find out." She told JT. "I think he's probably nothing like you imagined at all." She told Naomi before opening the door to the back seat for Naomi, giving her a chance to talk to L as she took her seat beside Watari. Watari after finishing his cup of coffee seemed to be completely awake now unlike he had first seemed. Quite impressive that he managed to pull himself together so well, L was going to let him relax for a little after Kira was caught which today was going to be that day. It sure was going to be interesting meeting Naomi since he knew since the case she had wanted to meet him in person quite some time ago. Yet it was unlike him to even be in a situation where such a thing would become possible yet today was the first for a few things. Him and JT had not worked together like this before yet it had worked well for the two of them and L found himself having to not do as much as he would have had to if he had been on his own. L watched as they all were now in the car before a small sigh left him as he spoke "Today is finally the day we get to apprehend Yagami Light, of which we have strong evidence he his Kira,.. as JT probably has already told you.." he paused before speaking quietly "It has been a while Naomi.. or did you forget the first time we met.. where you met me once without knowing who I was, of which you almost attacked me, sending me backwards with a kick.. I know I recall that day.." Jt just sat in the front and listened to the conversation which was proving to be quite interesting. But she said nothing. Naomi looked at L and recalled that day and was speechless. He looked just like BB. That's why she'd attacked him the first time. "I remember, sorry about that." She said softly. She was sure he knew why she'd done it. The BB murder case had taken a strain on her. A man pretending to be L, then she'd found out who he was, he tried to burn himself. she'd saved BB and now he was locked up in a mental institution. "May I ask what evidence?" She then asked. "For one we found the murder weapon in his room. He was present on the buss when the bus jacking took place and a witnes saw that Raye showed his badge to Light. And the bussdriver confirmed Raye Penber being on that buss. Also the station at which Ray got off was only a two stops from the one closest to Light's house, it would make sense he'd want to get off as soon as possible. " It was no surprise to hear that Naomi remembered that day, after all it was going to be clearly stuck in his for a little while. Hearing her say sorry L looked out the window for the moment before speaking "No need for an apology, what is done.. is done" Hearing the evidence start to be rattled off to her L decided to start adding in his own that he had noticed " We also have seen quite a few coincidences and got Kira identified by someone whom said he saw a man of Light's description behind who could have been Raye Penbar as the two spoke to each other a man dying close by.. and we have video proof that the deathnote was his, and have matched his handwriting to the book itself." L then let a small sigh escape him "finally the day we get to capture him for everything he has done,.. then Kira will get the justice he deserves.. for all the people he has killed,.. for all the people he would have killed, his reign will be finished and the world can be more normal as it seems to act in fear these days" Naomi nodded. Glad L didn't hold grudges. She smiled when she heard the remaining evidence. They had him hook line and sinker without him knowing it. "I don't think a case could get this good. I have no doubt he'll get what he has coming. But how would KIRA be dealt with. He's killed people all over the world and every coutry would want juristiction." Naomi pointed out. "Good question. I say he should be handed to a country with the death penalty. Then after his excecution we can destroy the death note for good." JT replied. It was way too dangerous to leave it in an evidence locker somewhere. Then again the countries all together might feel safer if he's dead and come with a unanimous decision of a death sentence. It was also possible a special court would be brought into existence for this case alone. They arrived ten minutes early. Eva got the helmets from the trunk and handed one to everyone. She carried guns and had a permit. She also had taken out three pairs of handcuffs and two blindfolds and handed Naomi one of each as well as L. It would all depend who got to him first. Watari would be at the wheel, ready to drive off A.S.A.P. No matter what the judgment L just hoped they would be harsh, after all.. Kira really had caused the word quite some fear and so many had died because he simply wanted to create a god complex, oh what power did to people.. it truly did ruin great potential knowing Light could have had a great future.. obviously being extremely intelligent yet he had been given a chance at becoming more then simply a human which was something L did not agree any human should have the right to have. "as long as he gets what he deserves for killing so many, that is all that matters.. the rest will be out of our control once he is captured and our evidence is presented to the people whom will prosecute." L knew the chance of the death sentence was high or at least it would be jail for life, something possibly considered worse yet it was not worth the risk of doing such a thing because possibly the shinigami would do something that could end up with Kira being released once again. The helmet quickly hid L's face not wanting to expose himself for to long. It seemed the method was who ever was closest would go for the capture seeing the number of handcuffs that Naomi seemed to have. "I suppose we now wait for the perfect time to strike?.." he asked wondering how they were going to approach this. It was probably only going to take an instant before he was caught then Kira's reign of terror would be over. The next ten minutes were tense for all of them. Light approached, mumbling to the shinigami. He approached JT's spot first. He never saw her and didn't know what happened when his legs were swiped from under him and he landed face down in the dirt. Then quickly JT pressed her knee into his back, putting some weight on it. She handcuffed and blindfolded the still fazed boy. "Light yagami you're under arrest for murder, being KIRA to be more exact." JT said. Light was panicking a bit. Who was she and what did she know? "Who the hell are you?" He asked. "People know me as JT. Oh and it's not my real name by the way." She told him. "But wasn't L on this case?" Light asked. "We both are." JT replied. She got off of him and grabbed him by his arm. "Let's go." She said. Light had no choice but to follow. Getting him into the car had gone better then expected. The shinigami looked amused and puzzled. Naomi took the passenger's seat next to Watari this time as JT sat one one side of Light. There was enough room for three people on the back seat. L had to admit slightly upon noticing Light he was slightly disappointed to see that he was not going to be close enough for the capture and instead would just get to watch knowing that JT would have no issue doing it herself slowly approaching towards them as she quickly did what they had set out to be. It was no surprise to hear Kira ask whom she was since it would be impossible to see without actually seeing her face, which was why they had taken the extra precaution. Seeing as she began leading him towards the car he walked after them before hopping into the backseat since it would seat all three of them since Naomi had sat in the front. Once the car started to drive L decided to start speaking. "Yagami Light... or would you prefer me to call you Kira.. since that defines who you became,.. the murderer.. the person whom thought he could be god.. I am L,..and with JT's help.. you will finally get the punishment you deserve for trying to take justice into your own hands.. to try and create fear to make you a god to some. But your just another teenager, except for a little you were dangerous... to bad that is over for you hmm.. what do you have to say for yourself?" "I think I know. He was trying to make this world a better place by killing the criminals and as he saw the power the death note had developped a god complex along the way." JT said. "Don't make fun of me. I'm sure you'll agree with me that without certain people this world will be a better place. I just put my thoughts into actions." Light said. "You did so thinking black and white. Never thinking that the people could have been convicted while they were innocent for one. The justice system is created by humans and thus not perfect, yet you would take every word of it for granted when you set out to kill." JT said. She had him there. "But that doesn't happen too often." Light countered. "All depends on which country you're in. A rich country like the united states and some in Europe that's the case, but countries ruled by dictators and so on such as in Africa..." JT replied. This he hadn't really thought of. But still people would stop commiting crimes simply because they would fear him. He chose to say nothing instead. I don't need to know the reason of what he was trying to do JT,.. as i clearly saw what he was aiming for except he simply went about it the wrong way.. and then when we started to target him.. it seemed innocents could possibly suffer just so he could create a world that everything was his way or it was regarded as death since Kira.. did once have that power." L sighed a little before shaking his head a little "You really could have been something Light.. but instead you tried to target me when I got closer to uncovering you.. and then did not realize for once I did not work alone.." He knew that Naomi probably wanted some sort of revenge for what Kira had done to Raye Penbar whom had seemed like a fair man. Loyal.. believed in true justice and he had even apparently written something about this would be his last day investigating Light since he was just a normal teenager.. "Killing those FBI members was not justice.. but what you will recieve for it and the others you have killed,.. to me will be justice since I knew you were Kira.. i just needed the proof and you kindly donated it to us quite easily.." "You.." His finger pointed to the half floating in the car "I take it your a shinigami.. and yes I can perfectly see you, I have made contact with the Death Note which made it possible so it would seem.. care to tell me a little about it and why you are in this world?" Ryuk looked amused, so they had the death note. Things were lookig grim for Light now. "I was bored so I dropped the death note into the human world. I knew I would have to stay with whoever picked it up and I was hoping for some fun and for a little while Light made things really interesting." Ryuk ansered. "What's your name?" JT asked Ryuk. He was ugly and all, but didn't seem to be on anyone's side but his own, that was good. "I'm Ryuk and do you guys have some apples?" He asked. "Well looks like more evidence. The message from the notes. L do you know, shinigami only eat apples? You answer our questions and we'll get you plenty of apples." JT promised him. "Soudns good." Ryuk said. Light wanted to sink through the ground about now. So they had the death note and he'd never even noticed they'd been in his room. Not until he'd noticed the death note was missing." Although the answer from the creature or more accurately stated Shinigami, was slightly unexpected L knew that Ryuk seemed to not need to lie about such a thing since he seemed careless enough as it was that Light had been caught. They had spent all this time being weary once finding out about the death god, but it at least was better to be safe just in case it had taken a bad turn and the death god decided he was still bored and kept him for entertainment. L breifly looked in the backseats pocket before pulling out a shiny red apple. ""I must thank you Kira... for at least telling me this message that came in use somehow after you wasted my time with it.." Watari simply drove before briefly looking at Naomi "What should we do with him before proper transport for his trial occurs?" Ryuk smiled as he saw the apple. He decided to save them sometime and for a moment took a seat on the roof. Just long enough to write down Light's name, Forty seconds later Light collapsed of a heart attack and Ryuk showed them his notebook through the window. "Looks like we won't have to worry about that anymore." JT replied, looking at a now dead Light Yagami. Probably for the best. Now they could at least destroy the death note. The world would be a much safer place. But what would they do with Light's body? They could always list him as a victim of KIRA's. In a way he was. The killings would stop and the theory would be KIRA was in prison or dead. That would work, it would also save his family the horrible truth. L wondered where Ryuk was deciding to go as he went above the roof disappearing almost completely just for a moment before about thirty seconds passed of which as he looked at Light he watched what could have been a talented man, die in front of his eyes. It was karma almost to be killed by a book similar to his own, by the person whom had given him book. "I guess he got what he deserved... killing people with the deathnote, to end up being put to death by the exact same sort of thing.." It was odd yet L found himself being able accept it completely. It was good that they had not actually told anyone else if they knew who Kira had been, but they could announce him being defeated but say Light Kun had been his last victim knowing that Cheif Yagami of the police force would be able to handle such news earlier "I guess tat we will just announce him as a death of Kira suffering the trademark heart attack, of which shortly after he disappeared.. and hopefully that will be enough which people will notice that he is gone.. "What are you going to do now Ryuk.. I have to ask you not to leave such a thing around, and I am going to burn the deathnote that was his.. you do not mind this.. yes?" "Ironic justice." Naomi said. She was glad KIRA was gone, now the death note could be destroyed. "Ironic indeed." JT said. Now that the death note could be destroyed... "No. My time here is up. I have to head back to the shinigami realm now." Ryuk said nd flew high into the air, disappearing. He could always get another notebook. The humans could have this one. Getting a new notebook could proof to be interesting... "That could work." JT said. L was not sure what he would do now that Light was gone now, and Kira was eliminated of which the death god had left as well, and on top of that he had helped with the destruction of the deathnote of which had been the cause of the whole issue. The case itself was quickly over and done with, most people seeming more relieved that it was over more so then what were the details making it a lot easier. Part of L was going to be sad that JT would be leaving shortly more then likely. Since he was starting to get used to not just simply having his butler around. That and Watari seemed to be glad that he had someone whom he could relate to a little since she was similar to him... or more to the point simply did not find him odd like everyone else did. Although L never seemed to acknowledge the fact that JT definitely had something going for him, Watari had seen the signs of it plenty of times and well.. he felt it was something that was needed. Actual human interaction instead of working alone in secrecy on cases he chooses.. JT was glad the case was over with and decided to stay and work with him. It was obvious they made a good team and well she liked him. Maybe she could get him to realize that. She sipped her tea, sitting on the couch next to him. "You know I'd like to stick around. We make a great team." JT said. She wondered how L would react. She knew Watari would like the idea. Even in the years they'd been apart she'd wondered about him. How he was doing, if he wasn't lonely or anything. And she was worried about him being cut off from human contact other then Watari. At least now she could keep an eye on that. Back in England they'd played tennis, sometimes had gone outside. But that was a rarity for L she knew. L looked at JT for a moment finding it hard to actually believe what she was saying to him, it made little sense at this moment why she would want to stay. Still part of him was not complaining since things were at least more interesting when JT was around. That and Watari.. well he knew would worry about him a little less now that he would have other company. "if that is what you want.. not much will have to change from the way it is.." he offered a weak smile, something he rarely showed. "Maybe we might have to have a tennis game sometime.. like ages ago back in England.. I am sure you remember? I am pretty sure you even won, a few times..". Considering how competitive the two of them were at times, he remembered how close it generally was, even though there was a gender difference that really did not get in the way. It had been some of the few times he had felt what most would probably call a hint of happiness. Probably the same sort of thing that he was feeling at this moment. "Sounds good. A few times yes, but usually you. It was fun." JT said and didn't miss the smile. For now there was no new case and they had some time to themselves. She recalled those days. Although his smile had been rare always, he had in general looked happier. Hopefully he could be like that again She put her empty tea cup down and smiled at him. He'd smiled more in the past few months then in the years before that was a good sign. Right now she just wanted to cuddle up with him, but wasn't sure how he'd react. Human affection, it was something he didn't get often. Not as a child and even less now as an adult. She sat closer to him and put an arm around him, hoping he wouldn't freak out. She had done little things before, a hand on his shoulder, a kiss on his cheek. She just hoped he wouldn't mind hoped he might enjoy it. It was good that the two of them would be working together but what Watari hoped that JT could show L, was something he could not. Judging by the feelings he say within her, he could see a possible happiness for L, but more so. She loved him. It was so clear and maybe she would manage to get L to show the crush he always had and tried to hide. Even now L's actions recently showed some emotional change and his body language not so slouched compared to how it had been before she arrived. Seeing her move closer L had a slight confusion shoot through his head. Upon her arm going around him, naturally he went to freak out and ask JT what she thought she was doing. Still no words managed to leave him and so he simply stayed quite letting her do what she was. After all she had done small similar things before so this felt no different. Well apart from the warmth and a relaxing feeling of calmness. ."i dont think we will have a case for a while, but i think Watari and all of us need a break after the Kira case. . At least another month or so. . Agree?." it was the first words he had spoken after a few minutes silence caused by her action of wrapping an arm around him. JT studied his reaction. He hadn't kicked her. He probably would have had she been anyone else. She'd seen small changes in him. Less slumped over, more smiles then she'd seen from him in years. Time seemed to pass really slowly, but she felt him relax when the confusion had passed. "I agree. Let's have some fun during that time. Maybe a nice tennis match?" JT then suggested. A whole month of free time with L, a dream come true. Playing tennis was something they'd be doing. And hopefully they could get to a bit of romance too. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking Either way it would be fun. But how to break the uneasiness he had with being touched? That would be a challenge. Watari had known that L was not going to kick her, although if it had been someone else, there would have probably been a high chance of him doing it swiftly to get the person away and warn them not to do such a thing. hearing her question he waited to see L's reaction, wondering how exactly would he act watching the two interact in a way that he had hoped L would have done with people more often. It showed he did have somewhat a real side of him that was more human like. He stayed silent watching as L finally responded "I would like that.. although I will not go easy on you just because you helped me out with the Kira case.." his eyes glanced at her for a moment wondering what had seemed to go through her head, since JT probably had not noticed that a slight blush had appeared softly on her cheeks that if he had not looked at that moment, he would have probably missed the emotion that showed "I wouldn't want it any other way." JT said. It was more fun when the both of them went all out. She looked back at him and smiled. She had no idea there was a mild blush on her cheeks. But he'd probably freak if he knew what she was thinking about. She looked into those big black eyes of his, they never seemed to miss anything. She was hoping she might see something in them, the slightest hint of emotion, anything at al....

['Watari', 'Jt', 'Wammy']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9791/

New threats, or old? (me and Anjeru)

"What do you think, Reno?" Rude's voice was lower than normal, pulling his gloves tighter over his hands, as if the mission was on their doorstep right then, ready to punch out."I don't know... could be tricky. Not that I pass up tricky." Reno smirked, turning his head from the paper to look at Rude. "And we gotta babysit this new girl..." He turned his head back to the paper that he was handed for a moment before looking back at Rude. "Tempest, eh? Sounds like a spicy one..." Reno couldn't help but smirk as he heard the grunt from Rude. "What, did she already turn you down?"Another grunt came from Rude. "I don't mix business with pleasure." He said before turning away, facing the elevator. After a moment, he turned away, heading to the helecopter, waiting for them. "Just hurry up."Reno smirked, shouldering his Electro mag Rod, and waited for her to come forward. Tempest sighed as she leaned back against the back of the elevator, idly tapping her booted foot on the floor. Apparently, on her fist assignment, she was to work with the legendary pair Reno and Rude. They were quite the pair, usually always succeeding in their missions with hardly any drawbacks. Well, if one is to learn, from the best is the way to go, right?The busty red head leaned off the wall and tossed the long tail of her hair back behind her shoulder. Green eyes thoughtfully watched as the lights came on for each floor she passed. Before long, she reached the top and the doors slid open. The average height woman stepped off the elevator and adjusted her suit, before heading forward to meet the two she was going to work with today. Reno saw the elevator open, and a very delicious figure with long red hair come out of it, seeing her catch his eye and beeline towards him. He took the last few steps towards her, holding a casual smile on his face. "Well... you must be Tempest, then." His voice was a gentle kindness, a small test to see how easy it was to open her walls. "As you are probably aware of, we are heading to the northern crater to rid it of the rest of the monsters inside. That shouldn't be too much of a problem, but they are rather powerful, be on guard." He turned to face the copter before turning his head towards her. "Rude's ready for takeoff. you'll be sitting in passenger. And between you and me, i wouldn't try too much with Rude. Elena would kill you." He made his way over to the chopper, easily sliding into the Co Pilot's seat. At a look from Reno, he nodded, waiting for Tempest to get in before taking off. Tempest allowed her small gloved hand to shake his. She nodded, her green eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she glanced out to where the copter was waiting for them. "Sounds easy enough," she mused as she followed the fellow red head out to the heli pad. She raised her brow at his words about the other female Turk and her temper in regards to the bald man sitting pilot in the chopper. She nodded slowly. "If you say so." Then she hopped up into the chopper and took a seat, crossing her arms as she relaxed back into the spot. "What's your value?" Rude said, steering the copter away from Midgar and heading towards the Northern Crater."High, 30 carat.""That high, hmm? Good to know, then." Rude smirked as he saw the ocean end with the icy reaches of the great glacier and forests. "We will be landing in about ten minutes. Get ready." He turned his head slightly to speak to Reno. "In case things get hairy, I made something.""Oh? hopefully something loud and strong, then.""It's flashy if nothing else.""oh, good..." Reno smiled as he turned his head to look at their passenger. "We'll be touching down really quick. Get ready." "I'm always ready," she said with a small smirk testing the corners of her lips. As they spoke of the bombs Rude was known for making, she couldn't help the small chuckle that slipped free. Good to know some things never change if one thing the pair was known for, it was always doing their missions with a certain sort offlair. If anything, not only would this mission be informative, but entertaining at least. Reno fell silent, falling into the fighting mindset he put himself in for some of the harder missions. The Northern Caves were Notorious for having some very strong monsters in it, and he didn't want Tempest getting injured on the first day on duty. The helecopter touched down, and both Reno and Rude jumped out, heading towards the yawning crater that led to the caves."Ready, Reno?" Rude's voice was low as he tightened his cloves up."Let's do this." Reno said, shouldering his rod as he climbed down the rock walls. It wasn't far in that Reno saw one of the little green men with their brown cloaks on, with their lantern and knife. "Tonberry. This one is mine." Reno said, loud enough for the other two to hear him. he stepped forward, before rushing towards the green beast, flicking a switch on his Mag rod that started the electric shock. he shoved it hard into the Tonberry, electrocuting it before kicking it hard, sending it flying into the deep recesses of the caves... and hearing a satisfying thud. Her feet carried her thin form down the walls of the Northern Cave enterance rather quickly and effortlessly. She let Reno go after the Tonberry, almost bursting into laughter as it was punted by his foot. Never in a day would she have thought she'd see a Tonberry punted. Well, she had been right, this was going to be entertaining. Pulling up one pant leg, she pulled a small dagger like katana from a holster strapped to her shin. Then she did the same with the other ending up she held a pair of katana blade in her hands. She held them upside down, as they were curved, weilding them almost as arm blades. Three parasites came to flank them and she turned to face the one on her right. "Let's wipe this cave clean," she said with a small smirk. Reno simply took a few steps towards Tempest, where she was cornered by the parasites. "Relax, these ones are relatively small fry to what's in here." He stabbed the nearest parasite, one that Tempest wasn't taking on, and turned the electricity on, letting it fry while Rude punched out the last one, sending it's upper body into the ceiling of the area while his foot pinned down the lower body. "See? easy." Reno walked a few steps, saw a gargoyle shift to its stone form, and did a heavy attack that broke its wing off. There was a howl before he clubbed it into the wall, hearing the crush of bone as he walked forward... Then he heard a louder growl, and his face went serious. "Rude, you might want to get that bomb ready." Tempest stabbed the tanto into the parasite's gut and, lifting it, she spun 360 degrees to throw it off the cliff edge. When the thud came back up to them, she nodded "Alright Reno, Rude." She said before then stopping her movement to peer around them as a roar broke out and echoed throughout the cave. "What..what was that?" she asked, though she knew it must be something big considering they were now seeming to lean towards using their flashy bomb. Besides the loud roar, Reno felt the ground shake underneath him. "Fall back!" He took a few steps back when out from the ground burst a Great Malboro, turning it's ugly visage towards him. "Fire!" Reno shouted, as he shot out a powerful fire spell, burning the mutant plant to a crisp. But from the darkness of the caves, from down below, climbed a fierce beast. A Zombie Dragon. "Go!" Reno shouted, as he flicked another switch on his Mag Rod. With a swift swing, there was a flash of light as the Zombie Dragon was caught inside a light pyramid. But it struck at it hard, and there were cracks already forming in it. He turned and ran, while Rude threw the bomb. The Cave was about to go kaboom! She jumped back as Reno casted a fire spell from his materia, unwilling to get herself burnt. As the zombie dragon came at them, she crouched and pushed off her legs, giving her a boost to her back words jump. Tempest found herself standing at the edge of the enterance and watched as Reno and Rude came up at her. "Best get out of here before your flashy toy goes off!" she said as she turned to bolt back towards the helicopter, her very long hair tail flying out behind her.She jumped up onto the edge of the copter and swung inside, using the momentum to sheath her tanto's back beneath her pant legs. Reno and Rude were right on her heels, not surprising to her. "No shit. Reno, she's a smart one too!" Rude called out, running hard and climbing with ease.The two of them were up to the copter in seconds, jumping in and hitting ignition before strapping in. The moment they were far enough away from the crater, there was a huge explosion, and rubble fell from the top, caving it in. "Mission... Accomplished..." Reno panted out, turning his head to Rude, then Tempest with a smile. "I think I'll buy the rounds tonight, after debriefing." She fell back into her seat in the helicopter and gave a relieved sigh, listening as Reno declared their mission done. She hadn't done much but the trip had been informative for her 'R n R' curiousities."I'd be up for a round," Tempest said as she relaxed back now. Honestly, a drink with either of them, or both, would be appealing to her. After all, the pair were legendary among the Turks. "I won't be able to join you, Reno." Rude's voice was low, looking over the horizon, waiting to see what remained of Midgar. "I already made plans to go see Loveless. Tseng might join you, though.""Ah, Loveless, the classic. Well, enjoy yourself, Rude." Reno turned his head, looking back at Tempest. "looks like it's the two of us, then. I'm sure I can drink you under the table." "Loveless, huh?" She pursed her lips. "Haven't had the chance to see that yet. You'll have to let me know how it is," she told to Rude, before looking back to Reno with a nod. "Where do you normally drink at anyways?" she asked, idly twirling the tail of her hair, kind of bored now that they weren't in battle. She always got a rush when she got to fight, all other things just tended to bore her. There's a nice small bar over in sector 5, I think you'll like it." Reno turned his head back to look where he was steering as copilot, looking at Rude out of the corner of his eye. That sly fox. It wasn't long until they were landing back at the Shinra building. Touching down and getting out, Reno stretched first, a little sore from sitting around. "Let's make this debriefing fast, Rude." He turned to Tempest with a smile. "I'll meet you on the first floor." Tempest nodded. "Have fun with the debriefing then," she said, almost wanting to stick her tongue out at the pair of them. She turned and walked to the elevator, taking it back to the housing portion of the ShinRa building where she took a moment to get some water and do whatever she needed to do. Since it was her boss she was going drinking with, she decided to go ahead and remain in her suit that proclaimed she was a Turk.After readjusting her hair and flinging the overly long tail behind her, she left and took the elevator to the 1st floor where she waited for Reno to meet her. As she entered the elevator to the first floor, and those doors closed, he came out of the neighboring elevator, going towards where his quarters were. He made sure to be quick, not wanting to have her waiting. He slid the Mag Rod into its charger to give it a quick boost while he undid his hair. he ran a brush through it quickly before tying it back again. He grabbed the rod and went back to the elevator, hitting the button for the first floor. Walking out, he saw Tempest in moments. It was hard to miss her, her hair a bright red like his, so long... and her body! He erased that thought from his mind for the moment. Go in clear headed. "It's not too far to walk to get to the sector 5 bar." That body he was thinking about the 5 foot 7, 34D cup, 26 inch waist was lounging against the wall not too far from the elevator, her tail now resting over her front, reaching to her thigh. As he stepped off the elevator and addressed her, the blue eyes moved to him. It wasn't hard to miss him, his hair was as red as hers, not to mention the red marks on his face. She smiled and nodded, tossing the tail back so it fell down her back to the back of her knees."I'm still new to Midgar, so I'm counting on you to know the places to go." She said with a small chuckle, walking with him out the front of the ShinRa building towards their destination. He smiled, leading the way out of the building slightly. "YEs, I know Midgar like the back of my hand. Though since the incident, a lot of the ways have been damaged or removed." He led her down to the streets of sector 5, then just down a few roads he was opening the door with one hand, the other resting his Mag Rod on his shoulder. "Go on in. Tell the man what you want." He walked in after her, looking to the muscular man behind the bar, nodding his way. "Tab between me and the lady is on me." Tempest walked into the bar that was placed in Sector 5, and hopped up onto one of the stools. She braced her chin in her hand, elbow on the bartop, the other once again playing with the tail of her hair seemed to be a subconsious habit if nothing else, from people's observations of the young Turk. "Quervo Black Tecquila, on the rocks please." She told the bar tender after Reno had finished speaking, looking back at her fellow, and very attractive if in a brash way, Turk. Reno smirked as he sat on the stool next to her, taking a look at her. "That the strongest you can take?" He turned back to the bartender. "Start with a shot of moonshine, follow it up with vodka and lime." "Who said I was going after anything strong?" She said on a laugh, drinking down a gulp of the Tecquila after the bartender passed it to her. Then she quirked a thin red brow and chuckled. "Oh, wait, you wanna get me drunk I bet. You know, take advantage of the sweet, innocent new girl. Right?" she laughed, the joke all in good fun. Reno laughed with her, downing the shot easy and waiting for his Vodka mix. "Nah, that would be too easy. If I wanted you incapacitated, i would have told the man to give you a ruffie Colada." He laughed as he took a drink of his Vodka the moment it came. He was starting to relax from it now. "I would prefer it if you came to me." She finished her tecquila and ordered another glass, sipping it again as it was delivered to her. The burning of the tecquila was starting to warm her insides and loosen her up. Tempest then chuckled after listening to him, grinning, beginning to have a little bit of fun. "First day and already insinuating that I'm going to come to you?" she asked. Reno smirked, downing his vodka and waiving for another glass before turning back to her. "one can always hope that a very beautiful woman would come with them..." he said, his eyes shining before he turned back, taking sips from his drink. Making sure to drink this one slowly. There was a reason it was nicknamed 'Grog,' and it was mixing with the moonshine too. Tempest couldn't help but feel flattered that the senior Turk was hitting on her. Probably most girl's dream for Reno to be calling them a very beautiful woman. A faint blush spread across her cheeks and she hid it by going back to her drink. When she was sure the blush was gone, she turned her sapphire eyes back to the attractive, quirky red head beside her. "This is very true," she admitted. He held a small smirk on his face as he turned to face her again, his eyes sparkling slightly. "And it is always better when they come of their own free will, rather than being drunk or drugged..." Reno turned back to his drink, finishing it off. Tempest finished off her glass and set it back onto the bartop, not ordering another drink just yet. She nodded. "Yeah, this is very true. It's all so much better when both parties are enjoying themselves," she said with a small smirk, playing with her hair again, not looking at him this time though. He decided to wait to see if Tempest wanted another drink or not. his finger rimmed around the top of the glass idly. "Now then, we don't want to be wasted for tomorrow. We should head back." Tempest nodded and hopped off her bar stool, stretching her arms high above her head. "Yep, working on a hangover would suck hardcore," she said, as she flung her hair tail back over her shoulder seemed to be something she did rather frequently. Her blue eyes watched as he got up from the stool at the bar, waiting for him to lead the way out and she would follow. He stood slowly, shaking his head to help clear it some. He pulled out a bag of Gil and threw it on the counter before picking up his Mag Rod. He turned to her and smiled. "And away we go!" He said, leading her out of the bar and back to the ShinRa Building. Tempest chuckled, the tecquila having affected her a tad, and she couldn't help but smile around Reno. Something about him just made her want to smile he was amusing, sure, but there was more to it than that. She stuck her hands into her pockets and followed after him, walking back towards the ShinRa building. It was a relatively short walk back to the ShinRa building, probably because he was having fun, even if they weren't saying much of anything. He led the way in, heading towards the elevator. It was a silent wait, with frequent glances towards Tempest. Soon, the doors opened, and he walked in, waiting for her. She followed him all the way back to the ShinRa building, enjoying the company of the spirited Reno though they didn't really converse much on the way back to their building. She stretched her arms high above her head as they walked into the building and quickly, she followed him onto the elevator. The elevator closed behind them, but it would be a little bit before the doors would open somewhere around floor 65. He leaned back against the wall of it, his arms crossed and his head tilted down, trying to work off his slight drunkenness. At about the tenth floor, he picked his head back up, looking at her. "Well, that was quite a fun day today." She leaned back against the wall of the elevator next to Reno, her hands still in the pockets of her suit pants. Red strands of hair that were her bangs hung over her eyes before she raised her head to peer over at the senior Turk. She grinned and nodded, just a tad tipsy from the tecquila, her glass equaling out to about 8 shots, enough to mug her a little. "Yeah, I can agree with that." The moonshine and grog combination equaled out to about 15 20 shots of Vodka, more than enough to knockout some of the heavyweights in the building. But all he was was a little out of it. He lifted his head, smiling towards Tempest. "Don't get lax now, I'm sure they will send you out on harder missions soon enough." "I should hope so," she said with a grin. "Never like being the rookie." Her eyes admired him for a moment, unable to help themselves before she turned them back to the elevator floor lights: 25 now. 40 odd some floors to go, she mused. "Not going to go lax, I enjoy fighting too much." She said with a chuckle. He stood a little straighter, turning his body to be facing hers. A little surprised to see that he was practically pushing against hers. He took a moment to catch his breath. "Fighting has its times." He said in a somewhat half whisper. "But there are always times when you want some peace." His eyes locked on hers, a obvious interest in them. She was a little surprised to find his body pressing against the side of her own. She angled her body enough to look up at him from under her bangs. "This is probably true. I just haven't known a lot of peace in my time. Fighting is a good way to vent one's frustrations." Her eyes peered up into his own, curious. The corner of his mouth turned up with a small smirk, or smile. it was difficult to tell. "Yes, that is very true." He said in a soft voice, his eyes never leaving hers. "Perhaps you just never found the right person to spend that time with?" If he was hitting on her again, she really couldn't tell at the moment. She nodded gently, finding it harder to breathe with him so close to her. He was just so...intoxicating, in a way, looks, quirks, personality. All around, really. "That's probably true," she said. He heard the little ding for the 30th floor passing by, and he moved a little closer. Half his mind wanted to look over her shapely body, the other half had his eyes firmly locked on hers, a little story of lust and love in them. "Maybe... I can... help you find this guy..." He whispered in a low but sensual voice. He leaned forward a bit, and his lips met hers, his eyes closing as he got a very small taste of her lips. Her eyes watched as he leaned closer and she heard his words, knowing what was going to come next. As his lips fell across her own, her eyes slid shut and she couldn't help but lean into him, her hands resting on his chest, neither holding him to her or pushing him away. He held the kiss for what seemed a eternity, but when he pulled back, there was the tick saying they went up only a single floor. He turned, laying back against the wall again, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." Even though it didn't seem short, the kiss was indeed short and when he pulled back and leaned away, her eyes opened. There was a faint blush on her cheeks as she turned and was again leaned against the wall too. "Probably not..." she agree softly. Reno let out a sigh at her words, looking at the display for the floor. He could have sworn it too a full minute for it to change from 31 to 32. I swear, they model these elevators after molasses... He turned his head towards her, eyes going over her body quickly. He bit his lip before moving closer. "You know, ShinRa has rules about doing stuff with you coworkers..." His hand moved to rest against the wall beside her head, his eyes a inch from hers. "But since when do I listen to rules..." He kissed her again, this time a deeper kiss, his body pressing lightly against hers. The elevator seemed to be taking forever in a lifetime to get to the housing floor. They now were only halfway there. It took a moment to realize he was speaking to her until he was directly in front of her face again, his hand beside her head. She gasped, eyes raising to his as she caught his last words and his body lightly pressed hers back against the wall. And as his lips slanted across her own again, she couldn't help but groan it wasn't a bad thing, sort of. Bad for their careers, but not for each others curiousities. She slid a hand up to cup the back of his neck as she returned the deep kiss. He let out a soft groan as he felt her give in to the kiss, feeling her hand move up to the back of his neck. His arms wrapped around her, one loosely around her hips, the other nearer to her shoulders, pulling her a little closer to him. But soon he broke the kiss, to set her mind at ease. "Nothing bad will come from this. Tseng won't fire us because I'm too useful, and getting rid of you would upset me." When he wrapped his arms around her, she swore she melted into them. It was a second or two later that he broke the kiss, speaking again. Eyes opened as she chuckled. "That's good to know, though I had gotten the impression Tseng was a pretty easy guy to get along with. At least with those he knew to have talents," she said, eyes glancing back to the elevator lights 42 now. Reno smiled, listening to her words, then turning his head to look at what she was looking at. He smirked as he turned to look at her again. "I think I found the secret of the elevator." He said in a seducing whisper, before kissing her again, deeper. He heard three of the ding's of passing floors. She chuckled at his words and again groaned into his kiss, her free hand sliding up to cup his cheek as their kiss deepened again. She could feel his tongue across her lips and so she opened them to allow their tongues to dance, her eyes closing again, body leaning back against the wall weakly it was him making her weak. She hadn't even known him long, but already he seemed to be her kryptonite. She couldn't keep her walls up around him. He smiled as she opened her mouth for him, his tongue dancing around hers as he pulled her away from the wall, holding her against him so she wouldn't fall. Breaking the kiss again, he kissed over to her ear before nipping at her lobe. "I think we should stay in my room tonight." Her body leaned into his as he pulled them up from the wall. She couldn't help but shiver as he bestowed affections to her ear, his voice falling hotly against it. She couldn't really hide the affect it had, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she realized what he was saying to her. There had been a series of dings, 12 at least, so that meant they had just passed floor 57. She didn't have long to pick her decision but this wasReno...who knew if she would ever get this oppurtunity again, so she nodded her head. "Your place then, Reno." He smiled, nipping her earlobe again before kissing down her neck, biting it lightly. "My place it is. Then tomorrow we can go to yours..." He smiled, flicking his tongue over where he had bit lightly before standing up straight. "Don't think I do stuff like this for fun for only a night..." He smiled and turned from her as the doors opened, stepping out of the elevator and waiting for her. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning as he diverted his attentions to her neck how did he know exactly where to attack her? He spoke to her again and really, his comment kind of surprised her. Reno had always seemed aloof, unattached, sort of a playboy type of character. It made her happy though, that it turned out he wasn't that way. The elevator stopped at 65 and Reno pulled away from her to step off the contraption, she was quick to follow with a nod, the doors closing as she stepped off. Nobody was nearby when they got off, so he snuck a quick kiss to her before walking down the hallways. He opened a door, leading to a relatively small two room flat, with a bathroom and closet off of it. He walked in, waiving her in as he set his Mag Rod into it's charger for the next day. The door closed and he turned to her, a playful smile on his face as he moved closer to her, kissing her lightly, playfully... but lovingly. Tempest followed him down the hall, not surprised that there weren't any other Turks up and about. It was getting rather late. Her slim figure moved in through the door, Reno closing it behind her. Then he was kissing her again and she lost her train of thought, kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck as she did so. She was surprised at how gentle he was treating her. He picked her up easily, taking her hair with one hand and throwing it over his shoulder, feeling the soft weight press on him through his coat and shirt. Soon, he carried her to the other room, laying her down on the bed and blanketing her body lightly with his, his tongue flicking over her lips lightly. Her breathe came out as a gasp against his lips as he lifted her from the floor and carried her whole 120 pounds into his bedroom. She blushed as he laid her out on his bed, and even more so as he laid over her. Eyes fluttered shut as his tongue dragged across her lips and they parted, allowing it in to play with her own. One hand clutched at his shirt, the other on his hip as he hovered over her. He held himself up over her on his hands and knees as he kissed her, tongue flicking around hers and darting to explore her mouth a little. He risked losing balance as his hand came up, pulling his sunglasses off and throwing them lightly onto the side table. his eyes were closed, letting her lead for a bit as he enjoyed the taste of her mouth. She continued to kiss him, as deep as he kissed her. Remembering that Reno never really buttoned his suit coat, she pressed him up onto his knees, breaking the kiss long enough to slide it off him, leaving him in his white, semi inbuttone shirt and black slacks. She did the same to herself, sliding off the suit coat, which gave way to her white blouse that enhanced her bust much more than the suit did. She undid the tie, and tossed both to the ground, before sliding her hands into his lovely hair to kiss him again. He pulled her up a little more, his head pressing into her hands as he kissed her back, with a smoldering, heated passion. his hands held her to him, but soon became unsated, wanting to get a better hold of her features. They came in front of her, unbuttoning her shirt quickly before sliding it off her arms, throwing it off with their coats, before they unbuttoned his shirt, showing his decently toned body, their clothes making a small pile off of the bed. She blushed again as he slipped off her blouse never did she really show her breasts to anyone because of their considerate size, the pale orbs looking to want to break out from the white bra. Her hands then slid down and across his chiseled torso, admiring it as she kissed him once more, nipping at his lip as her nails dragged gently across his skin. He let out a soft moan as her fingers and nails went over his chest and back, kissing her with a furious need before nipping her lip to break it. His hands had already moved behind her back, unsnapping her bra and releasing her breasts from their cage. He slid the bra off her arms, throwing it off to the side before kissing her again, cupping her swollen, soft orbs with his hands. They felt so good, such soft, light weight in his hands. A soft moan spilled free as his hand cuppe d and caressed her breasts, her nipples pebbling beneath his touch. Tempest had always been sensitive and it was becoming evident as she arched up into his hands, her own scratching a path down his torso to his pants where she unbelted and unbuttoned them, her own legs astride his hips as he kneeled over her. She was working on his pants, but he wanted her to take it a little slower. Yes, he loved the heat of the moment right now, but he wanted her to enjoy it one step at a time. So he moved back, sitting as he pulled her up, moving her to straddle him so their pants couldn't come off, even though his were already tustled, unbuttoned and unbelted, ready to push off once he moved. He kissed her deeper, tongue flicking over hers as his hands gently played and rubbed her breasts, making not to pay attention to her pebbling nipples. It wasn't that she was taking it fast, so much as getting his clothes ready for when he wanted to take them off. She gasped and found herself straddling him as she was promptly seated on his lap. Moans spilled into his mouth as they continued to kiss, her hands once again returning to his hair as he played with her breasts. Her shapely behind rested on his thighs as she squirmed in response to his attention. He let out a moan as they kissed, her squirming and wiggling making him that much more needy, his member hard and pressing up against her through half covering boxers. His teeth gently nipped her lips before kissing down, kissing and nipping over her neck before finding her collar bone. She tightened her hands in his hair as he moved down her neck, unable to hold back the moans as he attacked one of her most sensitive spots. She felt exposed and vuneralble, but with Reno it didn't seem to bother her so much. Her wriggling didn't cease and she could feel his growing erection against her bottom. His hands let her breast go, letting them bounce lightly as they fell into resting. His lips slowly kissed down her chest until they were climbing the swell of her breast, teeth gently nipping at her soft, delicious skin. His tongue flicked against sensitive flesh, enjoying that he was making her moan and writhe against him. His tongue eventually found one of her nipples, swirling around it before his lips wrapped around it, gently sucking as his tongue flicked fast against it. She clenched her hands in his hair, dropping her head back with a moan as his mouth moved to pay homage to her breasts. Tempest's teeth nibbled on her lip as she moaned loudly, trying not to wriggle so much on his lap, but unable to do so because of how sensitive she really was. And she was sensitive if he merely ran a fingernail across her throat it would drive her crazy. Her hands moved down to clutch at his bare shoulders, her nails dragging constantly across her skin as she almost was kneeding his shoulders. His mouth kept up its work on her breast for a minute before kissing back up and around, doing the same to her other breast, enjoying the reactions he was getting from her. After another minute, he kissed up her chest again, biting her neck on both sides and making lines of kisses back up to her lips, where he nipped her lip and whispered "Oh, what did you do, you cast a spell on me and made me yours..." Before kissing her passionately again. She blushed at his words, and returned the passionate kiss he gave her it amazed her that Reno was like this. She never thought she would be here like this with the senior turk, never in her life. She wriggled again on his lap, her breasts pushing into his chest as they shared the passionate embrace to kiss. Her breathing was faster now and her skin was flush, warmed by the intense passion they seemed to be sharing. The surprise that she was feeling was showing in her kisses, and he couldn't help but smile at that. His hands quickly unbuttoned, unzipped, and unbelted her pants before he laid her back. He slowly pulled her pants off, throwing them to the side, before pushing his own off, kicking them off the bed as he blanketed her again, kissing her deeper. She became a little nervous now, just laying under him in her bikini whites, but it wasn't an obvious sort of nervousness, which she was thankful for because she didn't want to ruin this moment. Her tongue returned the kiss, dancing before she pulled out of the kiss to nibble at his jaw and neck. If she was nervous, he was twice as much. But he hid it well, and when she broke the kiss to kiss and nibble along his jaw and neck, he let out a light groan, tilting his head back to give her better access. his hands slipped down, sliding his boxers off, revealing a red mane and a thick arousal that was all hers. She blushed brightly as he removed boxers, having never seen such an impressive package before. He was long and think, and she knew she might have trouble walking once they had finished, being as small as she was. Her left hand slid down his torso and then around his arousal, stroking him gently, and fast, tentively exploring him as he hovered over her. He felt her hand lightly wrap around him and starting to stroke fast, and he let out a gasp, his eyes closing halfway as he started to pant. "Nnn... naughty..." He was able to choke out, before pushing her hand away. "You obviously want me to finish before we even start." He kissed down her chest and neck again, nipping randomly over her soft flesh as his hands were further down. he pushed her panties off, throwing them to the side, as his tongue flicked over her nipples once, before kissing over her stomach and further. She moaned as his lips traveled down her body, her hands clenching in the sheets. "I just want to give you as pleasure as you're giving me..." she gasped out, her legs shifting from the intense passion she was feeling by his hand. As she gasped, her flat stomache would suck in making her seem even smaller, her body arching up into his lips as she shuddered. He smiled at her words and gasps, nipping lightly at her belly button as he kissed his way down. "You have to remember that men have a lower threshold before they finish, my dear." his fingers started stroking over her soft lips, feeling the warmth and slight wetness. They spread them, one finding her clit and rubbing it slowly as his lips kissed down to the triangle right above her womanhood. "How am I supposed to know that?.." She gasped out the words as his fingers touched her most intimate part, the stroking of her clit causing her to cry out in pleasure, her hips arching up in response. Her fingers tightened in the bed spread, her head falling back as she grew even wetter beneath his hand. She grew nervous as he kissed near her, but was glad that she shaved well for the most part, only having a small thatch of red gaurding her. He smiled as he kissed over where her clit was, flicking his tongue slowly over it. "Just lay back and relax." He said softly, his tongue flicking slowly over her clit, then fast. His lips wrapped around it, sucking it easily into his mouth, tongue flicking wildly. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out loud as his lips locked around her clit. It shook her, her frame shuddering from his attentions. Eyes clenched shut and her neck arched back as she moaned loudly. "I can't..when you're...doing that..." she cried out, a light sheen of perspiration causing her body to shine lightly. He smiled as he heard that, flicking his tongue quickly again before releasing her clit. "Then enjoy what i'm doing." He said in a husky whisper. His tongue swirled down to her entrance, flicking around it, tasting the juices that she was giving off. She was delectable in all sense of the word. Tempest was really biting her lip now, her head rolling back and forth across the bed as his tongue invaded her most private place, her lips and inner area plenty wet and hot. She moaned again, writhing under him, panting. "Please Reno...I can't take this..." she moaned out. He smiled as he heard this, and he slowly kissed up her body until he found her lips, kissing her heatedly and passionately. His erection rubbed against her core, making him moan from how soft and hot and wet it was. "Mmm... Tell me when, love." He whispered, looking into her eyes. She moaned, her legs hooking onto his hips, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Hips wriggled against his and she bit her lip, panting out, wanting him inside of her he'd driven her crazy and she unable to go back now. As the head of his erection pressed against her enterance, it was apparent it was going to be a tight fit. "Please, Reno..." she moaned out his name again. He let out a moan as he felt her rubbing against him so needily. "Oh... Tempest..." He whispered out as he slowly slid in. She felt so good on him, so tight! He slowly buried himself, inch by inch until he was all the way. He stayed that way, waiting for her to get use to it so he didn't hurt her too much. She moaned, arching up into him, helping him ease inside of her, her walls tight, hot, and slick around his erection as he pressed inside. She clutched at his shoulders, her eyes rolling shut as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her skin glistened, her breathing picking up even more at the feel of him inside her. He broke the kiss from her head falling back, kissing down her cheek to her neck. He bit when he slowly pulled out, moaning softly as his thrusts started slow, in and out, all the way. She moaned loudly from the bite, her nails biting into his shoulders as he began to thrust, each one causing a louder and louder moan. "Reno..." she moaned his name, her body arching up as she moved with him. His thrusts started going faster and faster now, and he kissed back to her lips. "Tempest..." He whispered, before his thrusts were too much, and he kissed her in a heated passion to stop himself from moaning out. Tempest returned the kiss best she could, though each thrust caused her to moan loudly. Her walls would clamp down upon him at each thrust into her. Hands clung desperately at his back, nails dragging down to leave faint red scratches. He moaned when the kiss was broken, thrusting fast and deep into her core. She was absolutely perfect, and his arms wrapped around her as he kissed over her neck, biting lightly to give her as much pleasure as possible. She moaned again, wrapping her arms back around him as they came together again and again. Beginning to tremble, she bit down gently on his shoulder. She wasn't going to last much longer, the pleasure so intense as they moved in unison. he moaned, throwing his head back as he felt her bite his shoulder, before moving back to her neck and licking over where he bit, his hips thrusting fast into her still. "Come with me." He whispered up to her ear, before kissing back up to her lips, holding her tight to him. Tempest's lips trembled against his own as she arched up into his embrace, her hands clutching at his back as if to anchor her in this realm so she would not be swept away upon the waves of her release. When it came, it crashed over her hard and she cried out, breaking the kiss, her body shuddering pleasantly under his own. He felt her quivering release, and he couldn't hold himself back. he moaned out after the kiss broke, his seed filling her before he stopped, panting. His eyes were closed for a long moment before he found her lips, kissing her lovingly. Tempest fell back against the sheets, her chest lifting and falling as she tried to regain her breath. Lips returned the kiss her gave her, if almost tiredly. "Reno..." she sighed his name with a smile, her body covered in a glistening sheen of perspiration as she finally stopped trembling. Reno smiled when he heard her whisper his name. "Tempest..." He whispered, slowly pulling out with a soft moan before rolling onto his side next to her. His head rested on her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her, his eyes closing to relax, content. "Should I leave soon?" she asked tiredly, her arms wrapping around him in return. It was well known that Rude often had to come by in the mornings to pull a lazy Reno from his sleep. It wouldn't do any good to be caught like this even if they got away with it, it was still again ShinRa protocall. He thought about her question for a moment, before getting up, leaving her to lay on the bed. he walked over to his door, surprised that he forgot to lock it completely. He punched some digits into the pad next to the door and went back to the bed. "nope." He said coyly, as he fell back onto the bed next to her, curling up against her side and finding a very comfortable pillow with her shoulder. Tempest chuckled and curled up against the senior Turk with a yawn. "Mmmkay," she murmured, nuzzling his neck before she began to doze off slowly. Her body was pleasantly sated and still tingled, giving her a rather peaceful time as she slipped into sleep. He smiled, fingers slowly tracing down her arm, then lacing with hers before he fell asleep. A small smile played on his lips, because he knew they had the next day off because of the hard job at the Northern Crater. Tempest slept pretty much through the entire night, resting well and contently in Reno's arms. This whole day had played out well, though she never would've expected this outcome, never in a thousand years. He slept long and peaceful, waking in the morning and half stretching so he wouldn't disturb her. He watched her sleep, enjoying it before kissing her shoulder lightly. He moved onto his back, arching his back now to stretch himself out. She moaned, stirring a bit, and rolled onto her side to stretch languidly, her tail lying on the bed behind her. She smacked her lips, then rubbed at her eyes, before she sat up and yawned, stretching her arms high above her head, arching to do so. He smiled as he watched her, sitting up with her and pulling her to be against him when she was done stretching. "Such like a cat." He whispered, kissing her neck lightly as his arms wrapped around her. She mewed in response, curling up against his side as he pulled her body against his. Her face nuzzled up against his neck. He smiled, pulling her hair to wrap around his shoulders as he pulled her closer. "We get a day all to ourselves, you know." he whispered to her. "We have today off because of yesterdays hard work." Tempest smiled and nodded. "That's good. A day off is always nice," she murmured, kissing his exposed neck softly before sitting up. "I'm going to get a shower," she said as she walked into his bathroom. He let out a soft moan as she kissed his neck, and he nodded at her words, laying back on the bed and closing his eyes, thinking. But after about half a minute, he got up, sneaking into the shower with her. He easily slid in, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her back against him. "I always wondered how it would be in the rain, but I think this could do for now..." Tempest's hair had just been washed when Reno had snuck into the shower, pulling her wet, slick body against his own. She moaned, feeling the length of his chiseled body on her's. "You're insatiable, aint'cha?" she asked with a small laugh. He smiled, nipping at her neck lightly. "only because I have such a good looking Woman to be with." She leaned back against him with a small smirk, before turning into his arms, nipping at his neck. "Any beautiful woman or just me?" she teased. He let out a soft gasp as she nipped at his neck, and he held her tight to him, finding her lips and kissing her deeply. "Just you, love." She smiled against his lips and returned the deep kiss with one of her own. "Good," she purred, raking her fingers through his now wet hair. He smiled at her purr, her fingers going through his hair. He pulled her close, kissing her deeply, his body tight against hers. "We have so much to do." She kissed him again, before leaning against the wall, pulling him with her. Her lips trailed down his jaw to his throat again, nibbling along the way. "Oh? Do enlighten me, won't'cha Reno?" He smiled as she pulled him against the wall, and he leaned against her, kissing her deeply before breaking the kiss. "So many different positions and areas to go at it, love. I think we should leave midgar and find a nice, quiet field for some fun later." "My, you really are insatiable." She said with a chuckle, teeth nibbling at the skin of his neck. "Going to have to be careful and try not to wear me out too much. I won't be able to work." She teased, fingers softly tracing the light scratches on his back from last night almost subconsciously. He smiled at that, kissing her a deep, loving moment. "Only for you. But I'll be easy with you. I promise..." His lips kissed from hers down to her neck, where he gently kissed and nipped, trying to get a rise out of her. She moaned gently from his teeth and lips on her sensitive neck. Her nails dragged across his shoulders as she arched her head back giving him more of her slender neck, the water still pouring over them warmly. The water did little to dull the taste of her skin, and he kissed up to her lip, one hand sliding down to her sweet juncture, the water helping to lubricate his fingers as two slid into her, pushing them most of the way in and thrusting them fast for her pleasure. She moaned loudly as his fingers began thrusting into her, the walls of her enterance grasping at his digits as she shuddered from pleasure. Lips parted beneath his to return the kiss. His tongue darted into her mouth, dancing around her tongue as her lips opened for him. His fingers moved faster in her, enjoying that he could pull gasps and moans from her, loving to give her orgasm after orgasm. She moaned into his lips again, her body trembling and shuddering from the pleasure he was giving her with just his fingers. It threatened to send her over the edge again, and it wasa just his fingers. That in itself amazed her, eyes closed as she got closer and closer to orgasming. His hand stopped thrusting now, his fingers buried deep, and now his hand shook fast, almost like a vibrator. His fingers and palm moved against her, fingers deep in her core and his palm pressing against her clit. Tempest cried out and wiggled against his hand, her body shuddering from pleasure the fact alone that it was Reno doing this made it twice as pleasurable, almost unbearable. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as she cried out, cumming hard against his fingers and hand. He smiled as he heard her cry out, catching it with his lips as he kissed her, feeling her juices run down his fingers. He thrusted them a few more times before slowly pulling them out, holding her to him. "We are going to have a lot of fun in the future." He whispered, eyes sparkling. She collapsed weakly into his arms, trying to steady her breathing. Her fingers slid into his hair as she gave him a small kiss after had had finished speaking. "Oh? You sound like you have some things planned out Reno." She said in response once her breathing had slowed. "no, not really." He said in response, his lips gently kissing over her shoulders and neck. "Though, with you, I could never get tired or bored. you are certainly one very interesting person." She smiled and kissed him again, before pulling away and shutting the water to the shower off. She grinned back at him and stepped out, wrapping a white cotton towel around her midsection, covering all of her essential private parts as she walked back out to the bedroom. He smiled at her kiss, following her out of the shower and wrapping a towel around himself as well. He went to his room, drying off and dressing before turning to her. "I suppose you have to stop at your room?" Tempest moved about Reno's room to pick up all her discarded pieces of clothing, before she dropped the towel and slipped into them. She nodded as she buttoned up her blouse over her considerable bust, before adjusting her tie and slipping on the coat of her suit. "Just to make sure I don't go wandering without my weapons if you had plans to take me somewhere," she stated, sliding her boots back on and lacing them up. Deftly, her fingers adjusted and resituated her hair, pulling the long tail to hang over shoulder and tumble down her front. "Where would you like to go?" He said softly, eyes looking over her as she got dressed, moving over and helping her get in clothes before sitting on his bed, stretching. "I don't know," she said with a chuckle as she took a seat next to Reno on the bed. "I'm still new here. What is there to do in Midgar for a Turk on their day off?" she questioned, looking over at him. He smiled as he looked at her, his arms wrapping loosely around her hips as he kissed her neck. "I didn't limit you to Midgar." Tempest 'mmm'd contently as he kissed her neck, enjoying the sensation. "Well, I grew up in Junon. It's the only play I'm really familiar with." She said as she turned her head to kiss his lips softly. "Anything in particular you would like to do, Reno? Well...besides me." She chuckled softly. He smiled at her words, nipping her neck lightly at her last comment. "Every made love in the snow?" He asked softly, kissing up to her lips and holding them for a long moment. She returned the kiss for the long moment, enjoying it as she rested in his arms. Then after a minute, she pulled her lips away and peered up at him curiously. "In the snow? No...I haven't. I assume it would be too cold," she said with a small chuckle, brushing some red bangs from her eyes. He smiled and shook his head slowly. "Not from what I heard, if you have something under you. It's quite teasing to the senses." "Hmm. Wait though," she chuckled and nipped his neck softly. "I thought I told you to pick something other than doing me. Having sex in the snow is still doing me technically." She said it with a small laugh. He smirked at that, nipping her cheek lightly before moving away, stretching lightly. "Hmm, what about the Gold Saucer?" "Never been," she murmured, though she found she was getting a little sidetracked, looking at the senior turk. A woman could spend all day looking at him she leaned her head down again, nipping at his neck. "We can do whatever you like, really," she said against his neck. He let out a soft moan as he felt her lips on his neck, tilting his head away to let her have better access to tease, his hand coming up to hold her to him. "I know, Costa Del Sol!" He said, in a cheery but distracted voice. He sounded distracted, she noticed as she teasingly nipped his neck again before pulling away with a small laugh. "If we don't get going soon, I have a feeling we'll never leave this room," she said. He smiled as she moved her head away, and he did a quick raise of his eyebrows. "Hey, theres always a lot of fun we can do in here, too." She laughed softly at his expression, her hand cupping him through the front of his pants as she nipped his lip. Tempest then pulled away with another gentle chuckle, sticking her tongue out as she moved towards the door. "C'mon then." He smirked as he felt her hand on his groin, nipping her lip back before she backed off. "Get your swimsuit." He said, grabbing his own and pushing his pants and boxers off, sliding it on before putting his pants back on. "I will have to stop by room then," she said as she left his room, knowing he was following. Tempest walked down the hall to her own room, punching the code in to unlock her door. Stepping in, she walked to her dresser and stripped down to slip into a black and gold hawaiin bikini, before putting her suit back on. "Ok, we can go now," she said. He smiled, meeting her in the hall. "We'll take the 'copter to Costa Del Sol, just the two of us." She smiled as she came back out in the hall, finding Reno waiting there for her. She nodded, closing the door behind her and typing in the lock combo. They walked to the elevator and she pressed the button for the top floor and leaned back against the wall. "Alright," she said, "sounds good to me." He smiled as they walked into the elevator. This one wouldn't take as long as the last one. "Yes, I just hope the beaches are relatively empty." Tempest nodded and soon, they were at the end and she stepped off the elevator as the doors opened. "Yeah, it would kind of suck if it was really crowded," she agreed as they walked. He smiled and nodded as he heard her words, leading the way out of the elevator to the chopper. They already knew that Reno was going to take it, so the Soldier 3rd class that were guarding it let them through. He jumped into the pilot's seat, and waited for her to get in. She followed behind Reno, admiring his physique as he went. Really, the man was quite yummy to look at, she mused as she hopped up into the copter in the co pilots chair. She belted herself in and stretched. "All set?" He was flicking switches and turning knobs by the time she was strapped in. "Yep, all set. Just one last check, and... we're off!" The Copter started, and they took off from the ground, leaving the ShinRa building. She nodded as the copter took off from the top of the Shin Ra building, relaxing back into the chair of the copter. It wouldn't take a horribly long time to get there, but she could rest and relax a little now that Reno wasn't keeping her up. She chuckled softly to herself with that last thought. He heard her laughing, and he turned his head to look at her. "What's so funny?" He said, taking the copter in a dive before leveling over the water, to save fuel. She smiled and glanced over at him with another chuckle. "Just realized I'm getting a chance to rest," she said amongst the small laugh, as she looked away and leaned back into the seat again. He smirked, putting the Copter on autopilot and turning to her. "Rest, eh? Yeah, Costa Del Sol is a good place to rest at. Warm sun, hot sand, cool water, what else to ask for?" She chuckled and folded her arms behind her head, tilting it to look at him. "I'm pretty sure you know that's not what I meant," she said with a small laugh as she crossed her legs and leaned back. A slight movement to fling her long tail over her shoulder so it fell down her front and rested on the seat next to her shapely behind.

['Tempest', 'Rude']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/97910/

Just the Facts, with East and Princess Kayline

Miles was a mess, he could admit that to himself. Four months ago he had been dating the woman of his dreams, a cute blond, smart and funny, and he hadn't needed to hide any part of his life from her. Now he was laying back in his home, his room was a mess. To say he had taken the breakup hard would be an understatement one filled with empty pizza boxes, and broken dreams. He kept scrolling through old pictures through his phone, of soft blond hair, blue eyes, and a wondrous pale body. Every time he looked at the images of Gwen Stacy he felt pathetic.And it wasn't like he could just call her. Well he could, but if he punched in her phone number in this dimension he would get a different Gwen, one whom had been through a lot already when she had watched her family be hurt time and time again by the collective problem.Peter Parker.Yet he couldn't exactly bring himself to anger towards Peter, there was a lot more shared history between him and Gwen, her picking him made sense, but at the same time it had crushed Miles. He was currently laying on his bed, his spider suit was half on as he was wearing the shirt part, but the pants part were on the floor showing only boxers. His mask was next to his pillow as he laid back his eyes glued to those old photo's and selfies he had taken with her in a time that felt so long ago. Not all of them had been safe for work, and he knew it was proper to delete those once you stopped seeing a girl, but... well he had kept them anyway. There was an odd thrill in swinging through the city, though it was certainly an inefficient waste of his time he had enjoyed going through populated streets of the five districts that comprised of New York. The daily patrol took up too much of his time, but even so it was a chance for him to be around Gwen for a bit. There was still an odd disconnect between hearing her call him spider man or even by name, but he was Parker now. Or at least he had enough of the man's memories to pass himself off as Parker.Rekindling the romance with Gwen had been... well he had never really spent much time with a woman. It was equal parts frustrating and wonderful. Before he had always been focused on work, where as now he barely had a job. It had been refreshing to have as much freedom as he did, especially freedom of movement.Every time he pulled on a web and sent himself flying into the air released from gravity's control for a few seconds his heart pounded, and the wind in his ears helped quiet all of the tiny doubts he had in his head before his body landed with a grace and ease against a wall and he was free to run along it, run, under his own legs, and arms. It actually made him feel giddy, and this was what it felt like every day to be him? No wonder the quips and jokes came so easily. No wonder he the man could take on the world, the strength in his arms and legs, he had instantly been able to tell that for his entire life this body had been holding back it's punches.Landing on a roof he pulled onto the radio connection he shared with Gwen. "You know, I'm seeing some really nice roofing, if you had some time on this patrol, maybe we could... lay you down on some of it?" It was hard not get excited, hard not to get passionate, and yes, hard not to get hard as he explored this world that was new to him. "You know, I'm seeing some really nice roofing, if you had some time on this patrol, maybe we could... lay you down on some of it?" Spidergwen would be swinging about the city as she slid onto a street light watching the street below. She saw a few men in an alleyway shaking down a teenager. Gwen smirked as she leaped off the lights and kicked one of the two in the back before spraying a glob of webbing onto the other's mouth. She would tap her earpiece as she spoke,"I don't know...I am busy at the moment...kind of got webbing in my mouth and all." She smirked as she looked over at the thug pulling at the webbing. Gwen would turn as she sprayed the other thug trapping him against the wall. Her bluetooth would still be open to the radio as she spoke all sassy and corny,"Your safe now citizen your guardian angel just wrapped up the sinners..."She would spray a web string as she took off into the air."Hey Pete....I got Greenwich cleared and safe...how about I meet you at the roof...maybe you can order us a few Eddie's pizzas you know I get hungry after a bit of fooling."She smiled turning red under the mask as she swung over towards the area Parker was at. "On my way Pete." She would pause looking down at the watch, "Maybe I should check on Miles.....I mean it isn't like he has anyone over in his earth that are mentors....besides we use to be close....Pete what do you think should we hop over...I mean his peter is kind of gone...like how mine was." Every time she used the name pete he wanted to gag. He had to bite his tongue, that was simply his name now, he was Peter Parker the failure in life. The man had failed the last year of his phd in engineering meaning that the man didn't even get his preferred tittle. Peter Parker was little more than a nearly homeless man bouncing around from apartment and part time job with little aim in the world aside from trying to 'keep people safe'.How Parker had ever managed to land Gwen was beyond him. Of course that had been a bit of work on his end as well, having sabotaged the relationship, and weaved lies. He had tried his best to isolate Gwen from Miles, though that had cost him a couple of ribs and an arm along the process as Miles had put up a lot of fight in the end. He had been a little too close to Peter. Gwen didn't know him as well as Miles had, and while Miles had been able to see into the small lies here or there, she had not. The suggestion of seeing Miles now felt dangerious."Ah Gwen, you know he doesn't really like me much."He rubbed his left arm for a moment acting like the wound still hurt."After the way we all parted, it's probably best if we just leave him alone in his dimension. He's probably moved on by now, i mean... you have... haven't you?"His arms wrapped gently around Gwen's stomach as the two stood atop the world. He lifted her mask gently so that he could see those soft pink lips of hers. Lifting his own. He gently put his forehead to hers looking into her costumed eyes."Miles made his choices. He chose to isolate himself when it could have been the three of us. You're the one who sent him home... for me."He lifted Gwen's chin so that he could press his lips to hers."I already set the pizza order, rooftop dilevery in twenty. Hawaiian." Gwen would land on the roof as she stretched arching her back with her hands clasped behind it. "Yeah but..."She paused hearing Parker speak about moving on as she felt hands wrap around her and pull her close. Gwen shifted a bit as she felt the hoodie being lifted. "I uhm...."Her eyes would shift down to the left as Parker spoke about choices."Yes but I..." She would pause closing her eyes as she felt his lips against hers.HawaiianGwen pulled her lips back confused,"Hawaiian....I never understood why this dimension's Parker liked Hawaiian pizza....what did aiding Doctor Octavious in the lab just get you the same favorite pizza as him..." She squirmed a bit as she wrapped her hands around his neck, "Alright mr. mad scientist...then what are your plans doctor....while we wait for our hawaiian vacation..."Gwen would purr a bit as she licked the side of her lip as she watched peter. He chuckled when she called him a mad scientist. He smiled and gave a shrug. She was right it had been Otto's favorite type of pizza. It had grown on him over time. As for what his intentions were in that 20 minutes time that the two of them had before the delivery was made. He moved to pull the upper body off of her costume. "I could think of a couple of things we could do, up here."They were atop the tallest building in the area, meaning no one else was going to see them. It was a perfect place to ditch the costumes, and have some fun without them. No spiderman, or spiderwoman, just Gwen, and him. he moved to kiss her, gently at first, though as he did he also bit her lip a little less playfully."Costume, off." His voice was a little more commanding, a little less like peter. She had called him a mad scientist, and now well he wanted to play a bit of doctor. Gwen purred as she felt Parker teasing her lip. She full on kissed him as she heard the words. Gwen would slide back a bit as she blushed nodding her head,"Yes professor Parker....it is professor is it not..." She smirked as she spoke sliding the suit off starting with the hood and then the mask. As she slid her arms out of the hoodie, she would reveal her pink laced bra underneath. It was as if she wanted this to happen and already planned for it.Gwen would slowly remove the tights and would smirk a bit,"I always thought I should wear a skirt with these tights but never got around to it..."As the tights came down, the pink laced panties showed with a tiny black bow in the center. Gwen would blush more as she kicked off the leggings and her shoes, "So...have I been a good girl? Is this extra credit...." "I prefer you without the costume." He said in a low tone, slightly dangerous watching her strip out of the costume, taking off her tights and revealing the pink laced of her underwear as she called him proffessor parker, he walked behind her and slapped her ass hard enough that it made an audiable crack against her skin, leaving a faint red copy of his hand on her pale features and round bouncy bottom. He smiled as she asked if she had been good, but there was something to correct her. "Doctor Parker, I didn't finish my doctorate for nothing." He said softly against her ear.He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down onto her knees and hands against the cold stone of the roof, as he pulled down his own tights, revealing a thick throbbing cock. He grabbed her panties and roughly tore them off of her body. "You've been very naughty Gwendolyn." He used her full name, which was odd, parker never used her full name when talking to her. His hands spread her ass out, another oddity peter rarely went for anal when she had such a beautiful pussy, and yet the throbbing tip of his cock was pressed tightly against Gwen's asshole, sinking slowly in. "And now you need to be punished." Gwen tensed up as she felt her ass be slapped. She paused as she heard him comment about doctor. "Pete...you well you never went like..."She felt herself shoved down as she turned pale hearing the name, "You ...you know I hate that...." Her eyes widened as she snapped, "YOU'RE NOT PETER!" She gritted her teeth as she tried to spray him with her web but couldn't reach. She could feel him now starting to take her as she kicked with her leg towards his knee, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU...YOU...Hawaiian...pizza..." She paused as her head clicked back. "HOW DID YOU GET HIS BODY! DOCTOR OTTO THAT IS YOU RIGHT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU...GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"Gwen snarled as she screamed out as loud as she could. She reached for her portal watch as she felt it with a finger during the struggle and hit it on the last portal spot. "YOU WANT TO GO WILD FINE!!!!!!! LET'S GO WILD DOC!" She felt the portal's wind as she screamed into it, "MILES!!!!!!!!!!" She was reaching with her free hand as she felt herself still pinned, "MILES! DAMN IT COME ON!" Well, it's taken her a few months, so lets hold up for a moment and do this again: "lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" My name is Doctor Otto Von Octavius, genius scientist with doctorates in robotics, biology, neurosciences and zoology honestly best to just forget that last one I rarely use it. I was however born with a rather crippling genetic mutation that would over time make me loose the use of my body, so I did what any sane, and rational person would do I invented a new set of arms and legs, ones that wouldn't fail me. The procedure had... some difficulties. The arms were fused into my body, and the drugs I had used during the process to control them seeped into my brain causing a few years of... questionable fashion choices. Honestly it wasn't a great time for me. See no matter what I did I often got mocked or beaten, and it was usually the fault of one repugnant little cretin, The Spiderman. Over the years we had a lot of battles, he won most of them, I would almost win on occasions, but the way it went down for the most part was I would get beaten, and you can imagine that with an already dying and crippled body the constant abuse I suffered at the hands of the arachnid would cause me a wealth of medical problems. I took them in stride. and eventually, on my deathbed I set forth to inact my greatest most devishly handsome plan yet. I managed to trick Parker into entering my lab with my dying body alone, at which point I was able to stuff my brilliance into his thick headed skull! I figured he had beaten me so many times and cost me the majority of my life the least he could do was pay me back by giving me his body! I then went on to make sure Peter Parker died in that rustbucket of last years edition that was my old body. I gained a new body, my youth, and great power to wield over the world. I became The Superior Spiderman! She went for her transdimensional watch. Otto Octavius punched her in the back of the head, grabbing her as he did pushing her into the dirt of the building as she screamed for Miles. He tried his best to make sure she shut up. As four robotic legs slowly emerged from their container on the costume, and worked to pin down her arms and legs, newer models to the old arm pincers, and connected in a way that they weren't perminantly fused to his skin. "Ah come on Gwendolyn we were having such fun a moment ago, you can't go and change the pace on me so quickly I was just about to get into you."He was trying his best to hold her down when her leg hit his knee and he fell back for a moment, grabbing her ankle and pulling her further away from the gate. He crawled back over top of her trying to hold her down. "He's not going to come for you, you sent him away remember? You beat him up, and sent him away because you chose me." He smiled a not so friendly look in his eyes as his cock pressed between her legs. Still fully intending to continue the fun they had started here."Gwendolyn, I'm hurt, you chose me all those months ago, and now you want to break it off, well I'm afraid I'm just not ready for that yet."

['Stacy', 'Parker']

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Fallout:History Repeating (Alpha and Eliara)

Storm cloud rolled through the night sky blocking out the moon and drowning the Commonwealth into an inky blackness that swallowed the landscape. They couldn't have hoped for a better night to launch their attack. The stolen airship sailed through the night sky hidden among the thick black clouds the heavy downpour drowned out the sound of virtabird engines as they descended into the Commonwealth. Securing Diamond City would be easy, a large enough force of troops at the local security forces would roll over without the slightest opposition. The Brotherhood outpost had less than two dozen troopers stationed there, they would die before surrendering but so long as any cache's of tech they had stored remained undamaged that was good enough. The Castle, the seat if power for the Minuitemen would no doubt put up a bigger bigger fight from behind the fortified walls with their artillery, but should things drag on for too long they could always unleash one of THOSE things and decimate their ranks and the fortress along with them. The castle would be a very useful strategic foot hold, but loosing it would not cost them anything, it was hotly debated amid the command that it would be easier to simply unleash one of thing beasts upon the fortress and show the Commonwealth just how futile resistance was. But the decision had been made that the easiest way break the spirit of resistance amid the people was to remove the woman. She had brought the Minutemen back from the brink of extension and lead them against the Institute.The pitch black night concealed the approaching fireteam, six troopers, two in power armor, but not the X 01 the Enclave favored but old suit of T 51 re purposed from the Brotherhood cache in the Capital Citadel. One leading from the front wile the other brought up the rear their on board optics baithing their field of view in green, a map marker displaying the distance to their target, an old Red Rocket truck stop the woman had claimed as home. The virtabird dropped them two clicks east of the target zone, leaving them to make their approach under cover of darkness.Ahead lights burned through the darkness, illuminating their target. The power armored trooper at the front with marking on his armor identifying him as a lieutenant raised an armored fist bringing his team to a hault. Another quick gesture and the four lighter equiped troops broke away, crossing the broken concrete and moving into flanking positions on either side of garage.What none of them knew they had been followed.Max whipped rain water from his face with the back of one gloved hand, the gesture subtle enough not to disrupt the field projected by the stealth boy hanging from his belt. He didn't know what the Enclave was up to but the things he had seen in the last decade made him sure of one thing.Whatever they had planned for the Commonwealth wasn't good.The high pitched whine if a motor grabbed his attention and the familiar smell of ozone filled the air as one of the power armored troopers opened fire on the truck stop with a gateling laser. Initially Jennifer hadn't planned on settling down at Red Rocket that night she wanted to push the ways further to Sanctuary that was larger, better defended, and had more amenities than the other places besides The Castle of course. Hanging her heavy overcoat on a wall hook she had just laid her head down on an old pillow, planning on resting for a few hours and to let the storm clouds pass. Little did she realize that was going to be the least of her concerns.As she lie there drifting off she heard a whirring sound, the spinning up of some motor that wasn't one she had installed or had anyone working on. And before she was able to complete her next thought the stream of lasers began slapping against the walls of the truck stop, leaving burn marks across anything that wasn't wood or flammable, and giving away the energy weapons signature smell in the air. Jennifer's first action was to roll out of bed and drop to the dirty, cold floor as the spray of red filled the space around her. Reaching into her nearby backpack she withdraw a homemade grenade, packed with extra powder, vacated the pin and tossed the heavy explosive towards the direction of the firing just to buy her some initial time.The grenade went off with a loud, building shaking thump dirt and dust falling from the walls. Jennifer grabbed her backpack, a self upgraded combat shotgun and charged towards the garage. The door had been open, and she ducked in the hallway as the red laser splashed around her quick escape, there she was able to close the door assuming she wasn't only going to be attacked by one person she armed a nearby lunchbox mine and slid it into the hallway, in case someone decided to come through the closest door. The other she could cover with the shotgun until the laser had to cool down or switch batteries. An explosion rocked the still night, bringing shouts from the troops, whoever was in there was fully ready to fight back and the Enclave didn't like that one bit. The trooper around the buildings north side brought their plasma rifles to level and advanced quickly towards the side door wile the pair on the other side took up similar positions. The laser gateling gun came to an abrupt hault as the power cell ran dry. The second trooper raised a plasma rifle kitted out with sniper attachments and sited on the open windows, catching site of movement inside he fired a shot, a bolt of green streaking through the night. The other two fire teams pushed onwards through the door, weapons at the ready, the first team stepping right into the field of a mine which made short work of them.Now Max knew he needed to act. He knew that the old structure couldn't take the assault of the gateling laser forever and made his choice quickly. A little bit of creative thinking on his part would get him through this. A bit of duct tape, folded over and stuck to a pulse grenade would burn out the power armor, forcing the wearers to abandon the suits, making them easy targets. He took a deep and charged forward, the sudden movement breaking the stealth field. He thumbed the primer on the greande as he passed between the two armored troopers, using the stick tape to attach it to one them. And started to count down from five in his head.He stepped into the light, becoming a clear target to anyone wanting to take a shot. The old vault suit had seen better days, torn and patched over and over again, the once vibrant blue colour had fadded under the sun and was caked with the dirt of a thousand roads. A leather bandolier crossed his chest, an old peice of comabt armor attach to it on his shoulder with the number 101 spray painted on in yellow. Shaggy dark hair stuck out from under old Nuka Cola cap he wore.Shouts from the two troopers behind him, the whine of laser starting to spin up again. Then a bang and the air was full of static that caused the hairs the back of his neck to stand up. He didn't really aim as he continued his charge, instead laying on the trigger on old rifle he carried and sending a blind volley of rounds into low building, manging to catch one of remaining troops in the neck wile the other dropped to his stomach to avoid the spray. Jennifer heard the apparent confusion outside as now shots seemed to be coming from many different directions, this confused her and also gave her an idea. Arming another mind, this time and old world frag mine, she set it near the door of the garage and opened the large sliding door enough that she was able to slide her backpack under and then herself. Dressed in a pair of old, many times stitched cargo pants and an old stained white t shirt she knew that her only hope was to make it to Sanctuary, it would take a sizable force to remove that location and likely they had already heard the commotion from the truck stop.But she wasn't one who readily fought long range engagements her time forging and building the Minutemen had trained her in the use of the shotgun, and close range combat. At a distance she was at a considerable disadvantage especially against the power armor. But what she did have was a knack for tinkering and was capable of making the grenades and mines that she had used in the truck stop. For the time being she needed to worry about saving her own skin, and not what else was going on though.She knew that behind the truck stop the land sloped upwards a little and ended at the very top in a water tower, but before that was some thicker brush and in the darkness with those older model power armor suits it would be harder for them to spot her, all she needed to do was put a little distance between herself and the truck stop in order for that to happen. Jennifer took to putting her plan into motion, running the distance to the first set of bushes, large enough to hide her shape for now, until she felt safe to make it to the next, and the next. It was cold that night, and likely she would be crawling her way through the dirt and the mud the next little bit. Max caught site of someone moving from the corrner of his eye, dashing from the garage into the night. His attention drawn away for a fraction of a second he didn't realize he had closed distance with building and slammed into a low wall, his momentum carrying him over it to land in a heap ontop of one of the dead Enclave troops."That's gonna leave a bruse...." He hissed through gritted teeth as he tried to orient himself within the confines of the gas station. Short walkway, door to his, a low counter just ahead of where he was. Enclave trooper taking aim at him."Oh shit..."He rolled, fumbeling to try and reload the empty mazine from his rifle, the awkward angle causing him to loose his grip and drop it leaving him no easy recourse but to tuck himself into a ball and roll through the open door into cover. Max took a moment to recover, pressing his back against the wall shared with the hall, working the well used and cared for 5.56mm pistol from the holster on his thigh.He was out numbered and the advantage he had with the element of surprise was gone, maybe, he decided, it was time to try a different approach."Ok, look, you guys are clearly at the disadvantage here. So why don't you just surrender and walkaway, and I'll be merciful. Sound fair?"A volly of plasma shots lanced through the open door slammed into the wall, leaving thick, green scortch marks where they struck. Maybe he wasn't going to be able to bravado his way outta this one. Jennifer turned around to see the truck stop and the attention of the attackers turn towards someone else who was still there. "Is it one of mine?" She asked herself, trying to narrow her eyes to see who it may have been, but she also assumed he didn't know about the mine left in the garage either and promptly had to turn herself around. Checking her belt she had one grenade left, and the only way she would be able to turn the tide is if she was able to get close. From this distance her shotgun was of little use against the targets.Sneaking down the hill between the bushes and junk still in the area she managed to get a bit closer as the attackers attention was turned towards the stranger, the night lit up with green blasts of energy. The side of truck stop scorched and quickly was going to relent to the assault from the attacking force, and now that she was a little bit better able to see them Jennifer had no idea who they were or what they were doing here."Shit, what am I going to do?" She asks herself in a hushed tone, thumbing her grenade absent mindedly, if she was able to disable some of them or make them think another force was attacking it would turn the attention away from the truck stop.Grabbing the smaller 10mm pistol on her hip she aimed at one of the attackers, firing a few quick shots to turn their attention. Ducking behind an old tree stump she pulled the pin from the grenade and tossed it in the direction of the gathered attackers, hoping to at least momentarily scatter their attack so that she and the stranger could escape. Another explosion from outside drew the attention of the trooper inside the building, giving Max an opening. He swung out of cover, keeping himself pressed flat against the wall, one arm raised with the pistol leveled at the target, sucked in a breath to steady his hand and squeezed the trigger. The gunshot echoed in the tight confines of hallway, leaving his ear ringing, the 5.56 AP round slammed into the target's chest, the harrdened point punching through the ceramic plating and puncturing a lung before a second round went higher, catching him in the throat and lodging itself there. The trooper let out a gargle and collapsed in a heap before Max turned his attention towards the two troopers outside, only to see a chared patch of Earth and two badly damaged suits of power armor where a greande had detonated."Huh?"With graceful arrogance he spun the heavy pistol around his finger before dropping it smoothly into his holster, stepping over the dead boddies and quickly patting them down for any supplies they may have, leaving the assault rifle where he had dropped it and instead hefting up on of fallen plasma rifles, "Well hello there pretty, are you my new friend" he said patting the side of weapon. "Here I thought you were talking about me." Jennifer says stepping over the bodies, gently giving one of the power armor suits a push as it fell to the ground as one solid peace. She dug through the pockets of some of the downed attackers, taking any papers, maps, things of interest that she can acquire. Before heading past the new friend she acquired and into where she was sleeping, hefting her heavy over coat and slipping it back on. "Who are you?" She asked him, coming out of the room and looking towards him her pistol still in her hand as she watched him closely."No one just attacks out here, are you with them? Something go down between you all? Why would they attack this place?" Jennifer asked him, demanding answers in case he knew anything that might help. The woman starteled him when she spoke and Max did his best not to jump. Whoever she was and whatever the Enclave wanted with her, she was a babe, that was for sure. Though he highly doubted they wanted her for her looks. He shifted his stance slightly, letting the rifle hang at his side, a show of none hostility towards her."Easy there sweet heart. I ain't got nothing to do with The Enclave. Well, nothing that ain't shootin' them down and ruining their plans. Not really sure what their plans where comming here but I'm assuming it invovled killing you." He gestured north, to the settelment on the other side of the river, "If they where interested in that settelment they'd have sent a bigger force."He licked his lips nerveriously, eyes the colour of a TV set to a dead channel locked on her, trying not to stare in a creepy way. "That settlement across the river is mine, so was this place. And from the looks of it I'm assuming my other places have been attacked as well." She says confidently, "Walk with me, tell me what you know of this Enclave." Jennifer asks, already turning with her pack over a shoulder and shotgun in hand."By the way I never thanked you for helping out back there. That was quite the attack." Jennifer says, looking over her shoulder as she takes a few steps away. "You coming?" She asks him wanting to see if he would join her. "It's only a few minute jaunt over there, across the bridge and the river. Shouldn't be to bad at all." Jennifer says to the mysterious man who helped her. Max let out a heavy sigh and felt himself relax, broad shoulders sagging sightly as the tension that had been running through his system left. The adrenaline was still making him a tad jumpy but a walk in the Cold rain would help get him grounded and setteled. And this woman could be an alliey, if the Enclave was moving in force he'd need all he could get. They may have been falling apart when he followed them out of Capital a decade ago, but they'd grown since then.He fell into step behind her, cradeling his newly claimed plasma rifle.He still had nightmares about West Virginia and the things he'd seen there. He shuddered, and not from the chill of his soaked clothes."I know a lot about the Enclave. So I'll keep this a brief as possible. They're bad news. When the Brotherhood packed up shop suddenly a couple years back they came in, managed to secure the Capital and when the Brotherhood did come back they got crushed. They......". He trailed off.The Enclave had wrecked havoc all over the Capital, had used Megaton as a test bed for those....things they brought back from West Virginia.".....they don't fuck around."

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https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/97931/

Team RWBY Plus One (Star x Potter)

Michael let out a heavy sigh as he walked down the hallway towards his new dorm room. This was going to be...awkward to explain, at the very least. Michael was a second year Hunter at Beacon, the top of his class and for good reason. He had won every fight and competition he had been in and had won the trust of Ozpin with his intelligence and honesty. That didn't stop the young man from being surprised however when he was told that he was being assigned to Team RWBY as a mentor. Ozpin had told him he saw much potential in the members of the team, but they all needed guidance in someway. That is where he stepped in, but still...assigning him to live with an all girl team? Ozpin had given him a teasing smirk before sending him off...was this revenge for something he had done?Michael himself was tall, around 6'2 with tanned skin, short brown hair and hazel eyes. He was currently wearing a Beacon uniform, carrying a cane in his right hand, his main weapon and he had a pistol in a hostler on his right hip. Ozpin had told him the girls were expecting a new roomate, mentor...but had failed to mentor who he was or that he was even a guy."Hopefully this isn't a train wreck..." Michael let out a small chuckle before sighing, looking at the door that would open to his new home and teammates. He held his hand out, hesitated for a moment and then knocked firmly. Michael hadn't even reached to the door when he already could have heard noises coming from inside. Somewhat muffled to really get it, but it seemed like a constant back and forth between girls, a somewhat prissy voice against a higher and peppier one. Pretty normal, at least until a loud thud soon after As if someone tripped and tumbled down a bunch of stuff."Ahhhg!""Oops, sorry Weiss...""Sorry!? This wouldn't happen if you didn't leave your mess all over the room!""Come on, it's all very important stuff...liiike books!""Books shouldn't be on the floor to begin with! Ruby, how can you always have such a mess but always take so much time just posing your weapon on the wall?""Eeeep! Leave Crescent Rose out of this!"That's when the knock was heard and the bickering was suddenly halted. More whispers started to sound from inside the dorm."That's gotta be the mentor! Quick, hide the evidence!!""Ugh, you have to put it like that? Besides, its mostly your stuff...""Better just help you out here" A new more calmed voice spoke."Aww, but it was starting to get good." A fiesty new voice also chimed in.Michael could hear the sound of quick sweeping tidying until the door opened. A gal of raven black hair, wearing a black and red dress with a red hoodie and scarf, opened the door to meet with the man."Oh! Hey..." Spoke the girl with a energetic yet a bit nervous smile, "Are you the mentor student we were told about?"From behind her, he could see 3 more girls. One with silvery white hair in a ponytail, another with long black hair and a black bow and one with long flowing golden blonde hair."Wait, that's the mentor?" Asked the bow wearing girl, a bit surprised."Wait, they send us a male mentor to stay with us!?" The white haired gal exclaimed."Now this is weird.." The blonde haired one quickly replied. Michael couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the sound of two girls bickering on the other side of the door. It sounded like they were an interesting group of girls already. Ozpin had only told them their first names and given them a brief idea of their fighting styles but nothing on their background really, something about learning it on his own would be more interesting. That man really was an enigma sometimes.As he heard the sound of cleaning up, the door slowly open and revealed a young girl with black hair. He offered a small smile as he nodded his head. "That's correct. I'm Michael Hojo, 2nd year. It's nice to meet you. May I come in?" He asked politely as he looked around the room trying to good a judge on their character.He recognized the voice of the one who answered the door and from the conversation, he managed to guess that she was Ruby. "You must be Ruby, right? Leader of our team?" Ozpin said he was just there to advise after all, not to lead. Ruby was still in charge of that. His eyes looked at the other girls to try and make some judgments about them quickly too.His eyes lingered on the bow of the other raven haired girl, he eyed the bow intently...he knew fanus often hid their ears in such a manner around Atlas and in his time in the White Fang he had seen that trick plenty of times. Was she a fanus though? He couldn't be sure by just looking.His eyes then moved to the blonde girl, she was harder to read. She seemed like the oldest and most mature of the bunch and yet at the same time, she seemed to have a very carefree nature about her. It was almost paradoxical.Then his eyes fell on the silver haired girl and for a brief moment, he held of an expression of anger and absolute disgust for her, as if she were the very scum of the other. It was likely one of the most intense faces any of the girls had seen in their time at Beacon to date, but it passed quickly, in the blink of an eye and he wasn't even aware of it himself as he stepped in and suppressed his emotions. She was a Schnee, he could tell and that made his stomach turn but he had to get past that. "Ozpin hasn't told me much sadly...he's a pretty..unique guy." Michael chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. "Would you mind introducing yourselves for me?" He asked them with a carefree grin, the opposite of that intense expression that had flashed on his face mere moments ago. He was quick to scan each one of the girls. Noticing those silver eyes, the odd bow, the face of a Schnee and the blond gal's...assets...ahem, but at the same time, he was getting different types of looks from the four gals as well."Well, as you guessed, I'm Ruby Rose." Said the team leader before presenting the rest, "These are my friends, Weiss, Blake and Yang."A trio of greetings followed, short "Heys" and a "Good afternoon" from Weiss. The white haired heiress did took a longer look at Michael, having noticed the look of disdain she got. Did he have a problem with her?Regardless, Ruby smiled immediately after in a warm welcome, "It's nice to finally meet you. It's so weird to have to add someone to our team...wait..how would that sound? Team RWBYM...hmm...""I'm sure that isn't such a big deal, sis." Yang said with a chuckle, then carefreely placed her arms behind her head, "I just don't get why are we specifically getting a 2nd year student mentor.""Well, it may be due to good work on the latest exams...or maybe it's to keep us from causing any more commotions." Weiss said, finalizing with a glare at Yang with that last bit. The fiesty brawler quickly defended, "Hey! It was in self defense, that guy just creeped behind me and groped my butt!""True. Though you did kind of smash him into a building..." Blake added, making yang simply sigh. She then glanced at the young man once more before stating the thing in everyone's mind. "There's still the problem that, if he is going to be assigned to us, where is he going to sleep?""W we can't have a boy sleeping and changing in the same room as us? That'd be improper!" Weiss added with a slight stuttering."I guess the school may give him a bed, but the dressing up part is still an issue..." Ruby admitted, scratching the back of her head as she looked back at Michael. "Don't worry about changing the team name. I'm simply here to advise and train you guys. I'll go out on mission with you on occasion but I'll do my best to stay in the background unless the situation demands it." Michael offered the young girl some reassure before addressing the next question with a half hearten shrug and a laugh as he stretched slightly."Ozpin is an...odd fellow at times. He thinks you all have a lot of potential and he wants to try this whole mentoring thing with you all and see how it works before maybe implementing Academy wide. I think the words he used were...test subjects?" He joking stated as he observed the conversations between Weiss and Yang. He was able to get down a bit more of Yang's character from the conversation. She seemed feisty and well...his eyes lingered on her cleavage for a few moments but not long enough to get caught. As his eyes shifted from Yang to Weiss, his smile hardened slightly. He was putting on a good front though, years of practice had made him quite good at hiding his real emotions at times when he needed to.When the girls brought up the issue of sleeping and changing, Michael raised his hands to assuring them things had been arranged. "I'll get a bed in the common room here with you all, but Ozpin is having my own separate changing room and bathroom installed for me next door so you don't have to worry about that. I'll try to be as unintrusive as possible." He stated before leaning against a nearby wall."So, tell me about about yourselves. I'll start. I'm from Atlas. Where is everyone else from?" "Sleeping with four girls is still a bit iffy, but...is not like we can just leave you out on the hallway." Yang said following a sly grin, "I guess you're stuck with us then Just don't try any funny business. I won't hesitate to use force.""When do you ever hesitate to use force?""What can I say. I have a natural talent to kick butt " She smugly replied. Weiss simply sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose."Um, either way..." Blake said trying to move away from Yang's obvious teasing of Weiss's nerves, "If Ozpin thinks we could use a mentor to improve our skills, then I don't think we should mind if it were a boy or girl."Michael soon brought up a topic, asking for their places of origin. Weiss was rather surprised to hear he was from Atlas, lighting up a bit, "Oh, it's nice to meet someone else from Atlas. I was originally going to be enrolled there, but I chose to join Beacon Academy instead."She was met with another stare, which made her feel unnerved. She wasn't sure why she had that feeling? Something about him seemed off whenever she approached.Blake seemed to notice it too and so she spoke, "I'm from Menagerie, but I was mostly settled here in Vale before enrolled. I used to travel from city to city a lot..." She kept any details on that as vague as possible, feeling sharing any bit of her past and who she had previously aligned with wasn't right to share with someone she just met."My sis and I are from Patch. Our dad teaches over there but we got transfered from Signal early due to great performance. Right, sis?" YAng said, turning towards the silver eyes gal...only to not find her there. "Ruby?"Ruby was now behind Michael, much to his surprise, staring directly at his staff with stars on her eyes. "Woaaah! look at that craftsmanship! Is that your weapon? What does it do? Does it transform? Does it work as a close and ranged weapon? Is it compatible with dust vials!?"Yang simply chuckled again, shrugging, "Sorry about that. Ruby tends to be a weapon maniac sometimes..." "I wouldn't be so foolish or uncouth to try anything stupid." Michael laughed, knowing that trying anything like that would likely get him killed in the most gruesome way possible, he wasn't out to die in such a fashion. When Weiss mentioned she was from Atlas he almost wanted to scoff. Of course she was from Atlas, who didn't know that? Still, he managed to not do that and instead offered Weiss a small smile."Is that so? What part of Atlas are you from" He inquired, trying to sound natural but the tone of his voice hinted that he already knew the answer. When Blake spoke, he simply nodded his head. His suspicions were becoming more solid with her. He was willing to guess she was defiantly a fanus and she even seemed slightly familiar. "Sounds like you've traveled a lot...every have trouble with wolves before?" It seemed like an innocent enough of a question, but there was a slight glimmer in his eye as he waited for Blake's answer, seeing if she would catch and understand his reference to White Fang. If she hadn't revealed she was a fanus to her teammates yet, he had no reason to out her but he wanted some confirmation.When Yang mentioned their dad his grin couldn't help but widen, "Mr. Taiyang...I had a bit of an internship with him last year...that was something fun. Your dad really worked me good." He laughed at the memories of some of the training he had done with Taiyang at Ozpin's orders. It was hard work but fun and he felt he had grown and progressed because of it. Soon Ruby was checking out his cane and his grin widened more."It's not a problem. This is my weapon indeed. It might look like a simple cane, and in this form it is...but stand back a bit." As they made some room, Michael flicked his wrist and there was an audible clang and crack in there air. The cane transformed into a whip of pure serrated steel, some of the sharpest metal the girls had seen as he cracked the whip above his head and lashed out with it effortlessly before returning the lash to his side."What do you think?" He asked Ruby with a wide grin, he hadn't even shown her his gun yet. "That's so coooooool!!!" Exclaimed Ruby at the top of her lungs at the sight of his weapon transforming. It was almost like a fiery aura igniting around her in comical fashion, while the rest simply stood behind her with deadpan looks."She always gets like this. Might as well get used to it now..." Weiss said following another sigh. When Michael asked her about her home she looked away, feeling a sting in her heart. She could see past the facade after all, so many people used to put fake smiles for her just because of her heritage. She was noticing that this may be another case of her father creating more enemies. "It's...not important really." She said, slightly in whisper.Weiss wasn't the only one who was iffy. Blake also tensed at the bit about meeting wolves. She immediatly picked up on what hereallymeant and cursed herself. She probably shouldn't have been so careless in mentioning Menagerie, but she was simply caught in the moment. She gave a look back at him, simply stated, "If you mean Beowolf Grimm we have actually slain a few." Her tone a bit dry.Something about this guy seemed off. She probably should keep an eye on him.Yang meanwhile simply grinned at the mention of her father, "Yeah, Dad's pretty cool, and can throw a mean punch. IF he thinks you're good, maybe having a mentor won't be so bad." Michael chuckled as Ruby checked out his weapon. Taiyang had mentioned this but he wasn t quite expecting this level of enthusiasm from her. It was refreshing though and with a flick of his wrist he returned it to its cane mode and offered it to Ruby to examine.When he noticed Weiss hesitation he raised a curious eyebrow. It seemed like her family might be a troublesome subject for her, she at least didn t seem proud to admit to her linage. You don t like to associate with your father? That s a good thing then. You might not be so bad after all then, Weiss Schnee. His expression soften and offered her his first genuine smile and not the harsh expression he had had before.At Blake s words he chuckled as he gave her a knowing grin. That s impressive but I meant more regular wolves. They might have a reputation now of being violent but wolves used to be considered peaceful creatures. He made another reference only Blake would likely catch, hoping she would understand he supported the White Fang back during their more civil period.Michael just laughed at Yang s words and now that he had seen her, she was just like Taiyang had said. Skilled and talented but singular focused on violence when it came to combat. I m sure Taiyang also taught you that there is more to combat than just throwing a hard punch right? A true warrior controls his foe through his own attacks and motions. Michael quipped as he gave Yang a playful wink, sparring with her would be fun for sure. Weiss' guesses were quickly answered when he called her by her full name. He was well aware of her family's history...still, he greeted her finally with a warm smile. Weiss' eyes widened for a second. Something about that smile...made her chest feel weird.What was that?Blake simply glanced away, "I don't know what you're talking about then." She stated rather deadpan, closing her eyes. She know knew he was poking at her with the knowledge that she had ties with the White Fang. However, he did note at the end of their change of behaviour, so perhaps he was aware that it wasn't always like this...he didn't seem bad, but still had something about him that screamed hidden depths."That sounds like him alright. But anyways, welcome to the team." Yang chuckled."It is nice to see you all getting well aquatinted with eachother..."Everyone turned to the doorframe in surprise to find a well known silver haired man of specs and cane. Headmaster Ozpin was standing there, solemn as usual, with a warm smile."I imagine there are no objections with the idea of Michael being assigned to you four?" He asked."I guess it is a little weird, but I'm sure we'll get used to it, sir." Ruby responded."I'm glad to hear. You have all proven yourselves to have quite extraordinary talent. But talent alone is not the only thing that makes good Huntsmen and Huntresses. I feel it'll be best for the growth of all of you to work alongside Michael." Ozpin said, then turned to the young man, "I'll make sure preparations will be done before the end of the day. I'd suggest you all head somewhere else to start bonding as we'll need to get a new bed for Michael in, as well as properly set his personal changing room." When Ozpin spoke, Michael's grin widened and he turned to face the headmaster and bowed slightly. "Thanks for assigning me to such an interesting team, Oz. I think we can have a lot of fun. " He chuckled as he addressed Ozpin more like an old friend rather than his headmaster, Ozpin did know about some of his secrets after all. As Ozpin recommended going out for a bit, he nodded his head and pressed his balled up first into the palm of his other hand."That sounds like a great idea. How about I treat you all to some lunch and drinks at a nearby cafe? Afterwards, I'd be happy to spar with any of you if you so wish. Sparing is often the best way to get to know someone, after all." Michael suggested to the girls, looking around to gauge their opinions of his suggestion of how to spend the afternoon. It seemed like a productive enough of a plan to him. "Hey if you're paying I'm game!" Yang chuckled only to be berated by her younger sister."Yang!"The blonde simply responded with a shrug, making the raven black haired gal sigh. Regardless everyone seemed in for it. Ozpin simply smiled, "Very well then. I'll leave you to your outing." with a short bow of his head he then walked away.Away from earshot, Academy teaches and personal assistant of Ozpin, Ms. Glynda Goodwitch, approached him. "Sir, do you think this is the right idea?" She asked.Ozpin smirked, "We can't deny that those four have an incredible talent, as well a very strong bond beyond what we see in most students. It seems like a perfect match for young Michael. The boy has talent and skill as well, but a lot of shadows in need to be tamed. I expect that powerful bond team RWBY has may help him grow even stronger, in body and heart.""Understood." Glynda answered, "But if I may ask. Does it seems proper of letting the male teen student stay with four huntresses in training?"Ozpin simply chuckled, "Youth will be youth..." MIchael had taken them to a nearby cafe not far from Beacon. It was one of his favorite places to relax and study if needed. It was quiet and not too well known and had some of the best coffee and pastries in town. It also helped that the guys wore butler outfits and the girls wore maid outfits and were fun to watch walk around and serve people. The team was sitting around a large circular table with more than enough room for all of them. A maid walked up and asked for their orders. Michael said he'd have his usual, a coffee with some espresso and a butter crossient and asked her to come back later to take the girls orders."Order whatever you'd like, like I said it's my treat. " Michael offered with a smile as he looked to see how the girls were taking in the rather unique atmosphere. "Are you sure you want to pay for all of it?" Weiss asked, "I'm perfectly able to pay for this meal.""Come on, Weiss. If he says it's fine it's fine." Yang quickly replied.Blake couldn't help but smirked a little before saying, "And this is totally coming out not from the fact you can get away with buying those expensive pastries?""I won't confirm nor deny anything." The fiery blonde said with a frown and a humph. The rest simply chuckled."So, Mchael. Why do you tell us a bit more about yourself? I mean, you said you were from Atlas, but what else?" Asked Ruby. "It's fine. It's my treat as your mentor, don't worry too much about it." Michael tried to reassure them as he waved his hands lightly. He took a sip of his coffee once it arrived as he pondered Ruby's question, thinking about how open he should be. He decided to just be as open as he could be as he nodded his head gently."My family is pretty poor, my mother was a house cleaner and my dad worked in a Schnee factory for most of his life...until the Schnee's moved to using fanus as cheap labor..." Michael seemed to scowl slightly but managed to compose himself as he took a sip of his coffee. "My father blamed the fanus instead of the Schnee's for losing his job and sadly he is pretty stuck in his ways. I might have been too, if I fanus worker didn't save him from a mugger on my way home from my job one night." Michael smiled softly, looking over to Blake for a moment before back down at his coffee."I joined a number of pro Fanus groups after that, some peaceful...others not so peaceful. Once I discovered my abilities, I sought admission into Beacon. If I went to the Academy at Atlas, the Schnee's would likely have me arrested." Michael chuckled, not seeming to mind the fact that he was basically a wanted man in Atlas. "Ozpin welcomed me with open arms and I went on to train with Taiyang for awhile before coming back. That's basically me in a nut shell." Michael shrugged, not thinking much of his history as he looked up to gauge their reactions. Team RWBY listened attentively to Michael's story. The lighthearteness in the air soon vanished, everyone looking with serious expressions. Weiss specially felt like she was punched in the gut. Another instance of her father abusing the power and wealth he had, making others suffer and, as such, her family dragged into the hatred of many in Remnant. "I see..."Ruby noticed the sadness in her friend's voice and softly placed her hand on Weiss' shoulder. "Weiss, we have ben a team for a while now. It doesn't matter what they say about your dad. You're Weiss and you're a nice person."Weiss couldn't help but smile at her. Despite her sometimes driving her off the wall, she was still one of her greatest friends. "Thanks..."Blake was rather surprised from what they heard. the way he spoke made it sound like he actually assisted the White Fang. Strange, given how much their hatred for Humans had become. Still, just like she didn't want to share her depths, she felt it was too invasive of his privacy."Well, we're a very weird group ourselves. If you felt like an outcast before, you're more than welcome here." Ruby reassured the young lad. She smiled at him once more, giving Michael a good time to look at her. Quite the cute face she had, and beautiful, as well as pretty silver eyes.The waiter finally arrived to take their orders and the air was filled with joy once again. But as the group was ready to eat, the sound of the tv screen turned on inside the cafe couldn't help but catch their ears." And despite many attempts of the police alongside armed forces, the whereabouts of the hijacked Atlas cargo ship has yet to be found. This add the second stolen craft, the first one having just occurred a mere month ago. This added with the already increased crime wave that has been starting to prey upon the Dust market and illegal trafficking. Law officials have marked the possibility of it being another terrorist attack from the radical organization of the White Fang. However, some suggest the different pattern of these attacks appear to defer from what was expected from the pro faunus group...""You don't think..." Ruby muttered."It does sound like the White Fang but...it does have a point. Something doesn't add up seems way too out of a sudden." Blake replied back. "You aren't your father, Weiss. The fact that you see that what your father is doing is wrong shows you are a good person at heart." Michael agreed with Ruby and offered her a small smile before turning to look at Ruby and nodding his head. Now that he got a good look at her, she certainly was cute and he couldn't help but blush slightly at her words."Thank you, Ruby. That means a lot to me. I'll do what I can to help make this team great!" Once everyone ordered, his attention turned towards the news and a frown crossed his face as he pondered about the report along with the girls."I don't think it's the White Fang....I would have likely gotten a tip off from my informant...this might be another group. So many criminals these days." Michael sighed as he took a sip of his coffee and curiously eyed the girls before grinning slightly."Want to possibly bust up a crime ring this afternoon instead of sparring instead?" He suggested with a chuckle, wondering how they would take the suggestion. "Wait, informant...?" Blake tried her best not to raise her voice at that revelation. Who the hell really was this guy that was still keeping tabs on the White Fang? She was definitely sure he was more than just a regular student at this point...Everyone appeared surprised at the suggestion, but didn't seem to freak out or back down from it. This showed Michael that maybe they had done something like this before. "Okay, this guy is officially cool in my book!" Yang exclaimed with the widest of grins. She smacked her fist on her palm, a sign of her being all up for it."We couldn't just ignore something bad happening in our city, right? We have a duty to protect the people. So let's do it!" Ruby said in an excited but focused tone.Weiss sighed, "At this point it'd be impossible to change their minds..." However that quickly shifted in a smirk, "So I'm in as well.""I'm in. We must be careful tho. We don't know exactly what we'll be up against." Blake kept herself cool, but still smiling.Bringing their hands together and then rising them up, the group was ready for a different type of spar that was originally planned... Hours later, at the docks....As sunset was about to fully shift into night, and the lights across the lampposts of Vale started to light up, A gathering seemed to happen. A group of men of many looks and sizes. Most either wearing scarves or bandanas around their mouths or sunglasses were in the process of loading a group of barrels into a ship.One of the men appeared to be overseeing the situation. He had dark brown hair made into a ponytail, as well as having a pair of racoon ears over his head Wearing a business suit and a pair of sleek sunglasses as well as a dark green armband with the symbol of a leaf on his arm. He was currently speaking over his scroll."Yeah, we are getting the stuff in. You'll have your hare by tomorrow morning..." He muttered, "Yeah, yeah we took care of it..."He shortly glanced at a pair of men, a captain and a sailor, currently tied up and gagged, struggling to get out of their bonds. "We managed to borrow a ship from some nice folks..." The mysterious man said. Closing his device he looked at the rest of his crew and yelled. "Now stop goofing up and hurry the hell up. We ain't got all day people!!"Unknown to all of them. Team RWBY had just arrived at the scene, currently hidden behind some containers. They slightly peeked past it, to see the thugs currently at work. An interesting note was the fact that there were a very balanced distribution of Humans and Faunus. "Just as we guessed. This ain't the White Fang..." Blake whispered. "Still, doesn't seem to be any time of group I had seen before..."

['Ozpin']

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Kingdom of Shadow (Athene & Silverknight)

Baiken Fire was all around a younger version of Baiken. Not much older than a preteen, if even that. Amidst the sea of flames were bodies. Blood both her own and belonging to the corpses around her flowed freely from numerous sources. Her small figure shuddered as she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust her sight despite being brutally blinded. Her head turned, a fearful yet equally furious whimper passing her lips as she saw what used to be her right arm now tossed carelessly on the arm. Her left fist clenched tightly as she whipped her head upon hearing the sound of laughter. Maniacal, crazed laughing. "I'm amazed you're still alive, girl. Why not just give up? Join the others. It's not like you can do anything against me." The voice made Baiken grip firmly onto her lower lip. "I'll kill you myself!" she hissed through gritted teeth, resulting in a snicker from her assailant. "You? Kill me? Hah! Hardly! Look at yourself! Could you even pick up a blade, hmm?" "I WILL! JUST WATCH ME! ONE OF THESE DAYS, I'LL " The movements had been so fast that Baiken hardly noticed the silhouette leave her field of vision. A quick but rough sensation registered as a hand found the nape of her neck, forcing her into unconsciousness. "Maybe later," she heard, "But not tonight. Your test begins will you wake up and survive all of the blood loss? Or will you lose your will to live? Let's find out ... " "MOTHERFUCKER!"Baiken woke up, a cold sweat steadily falling down her face as she panted and breathed heavily, her left hand gripping tightly onto the sheets of her bed. Time healed all wounds, or so the proverb went. In the most literal of senses, it was only partially true for Baiken. The anger and pain from her past had helped strengthen her. And yet, in some regards, it could be argued it had weakened her. But that was why she'd eagerly taken up a role.Herrole, to be precise.Kyoto had recently come under rule of a new Daimyo, the previous one meeting an unfortunate demise due to illness.Not everyone took to change very well, though. Then again, the emergence of the still rather fresh Meiji Era hinted there were just some individuals who couldn't deal with 'new things'. As such, it was no secret that quite a few of the civilians were plotting. Quite a few had already tried, and all failed. That was where Baiken came in their efforts to overthrow the new Daimyo had specifically failed because ofher. She wasn't theonlybodyguard for the new leader, but she was one of the most recognizable faces and names.Over the years, she'd kept her word to That Man and taken up the art of the blade. It wasn't easy. In fact, it was anything but that, particularly with Baiken having to force herself to adapt to only possessing one arm. Nonetheless, she succeeded in her endeavors and eventually became an expert in the art of Iaido sword fighting. With so many people making the same mistake of underestimating her due to her handicaps, it was easy to defeat any rebels who would otherwise attempt to bring ruin to Kyoto.Granted, thereweresome curiosities that even Baiken herself had.For one, she'd never personally met the new leader, which led to why she had been selected at all. Or maybe the more appropriate wording was how had they known she would be a good choice? Prior to being asked to be a bodyguard by one of the Daimyo's messengers, everyone else had dismissed and thought next to nothing about Baiken's mere existence.But this man she'd heard the Daimyo was a male, anyway had more than enough faith to believe in her.She knew it shouldn't matter at this point. But something always pestered her. It gnawed at the back of her mind for a good few minutes before finally ... Baiken wove her hand through the air, dismissing it. She'd had this talk with herself more than enough times."No point dwelling over it," she muttered, glancing over and using the appearance of the outside scenery to take note of the time.The sun was already up, indicating it was probably early morning. A few hours past dawn, to be more precise. Baiken nodded, taking a deep breath and kicking the covers off of herself. She was probably a bit late, and needed to make up for lost time.Iaido hadn't been the only thing Baiken made herself get accustomed to with one arm. Daily tasks like getting dressed or simply surviving in any shape or form were also included. Baiken would thus emerge from behind a dressing screen clad in her usual kimono, sandals adorning her feet. Her sword hung at her side, and over her missing eye was an eye patch. After swiftly but gracefully enough pulling her hair in a tight ponytail, the peach haired bodyguard walked out, knowing fully well what was expected of her.Shopping. For food, to be more exact.A dull yet very necessary evil.Though the Daimyo had tons of other servants, including handmaidens, everyone else was getting ready. If she had to guess, some sort of festival or special event was coming up. Whatever it was, the list of items alone gave enough of a hint that something huge was about to occur soon.Reaching down into her pocket, she pulled the parchment out, beginning to scan the list for herself as she exited the palace and entered the streets.There weren't many places that hadallof these. There were only a select few but thankfully, Baiken knew where they were, and thus by default which direction to go towards. Her feet began confidently guiding her through the streets of Kyoto as she started the steady trek towards a specific shop, run by an individual whom, according to what Baiken heard, was a skilled chef himself. It was busy, very busy as the number of people who crowded the streets of Kyoto were busting the streets, and making making money rather easy. Vinsmoke Sanji was working at this moment as he cooked up some quick soba noodles with his spices in a way that made people come in mass to his place and made them willing to wait in lines to get his food for rather high prices. Sells were good, and the skilled blonde cook was making his money as well as getting the chance to check out many beautiful women. A group of figures that the blonde had a great affinity towards.Sanji had another job beside the cook of the popular cafe. Sanji worked with the underground. He worked directly for a group of rebels that were aiming to overthrow the Daimyo. They worked very much in the shadows as they gathered information, had battles against small forts in the countryside to gather weapons and supply and increase their information. The fire festival was a rather important holiday in the country as people gathered around in the capital. It was an ideal time to gather information on their enemies as well as spread information to friends. He worked in a place where lots of people came by, so finding information out was easy to do. His goal also was to find old allies who worked for other rebellions that failed and give them a place to go to work for to over throw the government.Of course the fact that his food drew so much attention made some people rather unhappy. In fact there were a great number of people who were just were jealous of him for selling so much food and taking their success away.Sanji was selling as he notice a group of men looking towards him for a while moving around and causing no scene, but it was obvious they were trying to hide. He had gotten a note about a man to check out later when wasn't working. He kept a close on these men as he took a smoke. He saw the man coming forward with a knife in his hand aiming for him. He knew it long before he got to him. Sanji kept his hand in his pocket as he watched the man's movement. He dodged the thrust and kicked the man the man in the back of the head with a high kick, before he blocked a hand with his food as his skilled fighting style based on kicks was obvious and very unique. He had not seen Baiken enter about this time as other came forward, these upset would be rivals lost their jobs and now were kicking the shit kicked out of them. Baiken There weren't many other unhappy rivals still lingering around. By the time Baiken arrived, however, there were a small handful all wearing pissed off expressions. Baiken's head shook, a low sigh mingling in with a scoff."You people are really ungrateful to be alive at all.""And who the fuck do you think you ??"Of course, that quip had been startedbeforethey turned to see who the voice belonged to. A good half of the figures scurried off upon realizing whom they almost talked back to."Figures," one muttered, "The Daimyo's personal bitch has to intervene in our lives.""That's not what I'm here for .... it wasn't originally, anyway. You have one of two options, the easy or "A dagger slashing out resulted in Baiken clicking her tongue.Well, I tried, she thought, holding her 'vacant' sleeve out. Sure, shecoulduse the sword. But why bother?"Hah! The fuck do you think that'll "Before the assailant could finish his quip, a hook attached to a chain shot out."What the hell?!""I missed on purpose. Think of it as a warning shot. Next time, I'm not missing.""Fucking bitch," Baiken got in the form of a snarl. Despite the retort, they left, causing Baiken to elicit a confident "Hmph". As quickly as the weapon appeared, it just as mysteriously vanished, giving a hint that magic had been used to allow her to use her cut off arm despite its handicap."Now then, let me backtrack since I was interrupted. Sanji Vinsmoke ... I wanted to see if you'd be able to personally come to the palace with all of these items below. If you can do so before sundown, an extra bit of coin will be included as gratitude."The list Baiken had been holding onto in her left hand was extended towards the cook, allowing him to take and glance at it for himself. If the words hadn't given it away yet, the focused look Baiken would give while awaiting to hear Sanji's reply would reveal she was indeed very blunt and quick to get down to business. Truthfully, dealing with people in social manners wasn't her forte. If she had to communicate with anyone else, Baiken always preferred doing so in bounty or assassination missions things she was much more accustomed to.It was, therefore, relatively easy for Sanji to see she wanted to return back to the palace sooner as opposed to later. Sanji looked at the unique woman as she approached him. He had noticed out of the corner of his eye, what she had done and he knew who she was right away based on a few things, reputation of her skills, the fact that she had one arm and one eye missing. There were not many people who that applied to and who that would give away. He felt his heart beating a bit faster as it normally did when he was in the presence of a beautiful woman such as this one. He said nothing, but he wasn't a large fan of his own last name. He didn't get along with most of his family in the least and waned nothing to do with them honestly. They were a powerful family that ruled a section of Kyushu, but that was not him and he didn't get along with his brothers in the least.He listened to her words as he nodded his head. Normally he would turn this down right away, but he needed information and getting all of the things and bringing them to the capitol would allow him to learn more and overhear more information and that information would be good for missions in the future that he might have to achieve. He took her hand none the less and kiss the top of it making a bit of a show of doing so. He could see that she was a woman who was a bit on the cold side as he heard in the rumors. He kissed the hand and let it go as he had the list in his hand. "Now, Lady Baiken, I shall have this for your enjoyment as soon as I can, do not fret it shall be nothing but the best," he said in a somewhat charming fashion.Sanji took a step back as he let her recover from that as he would let her return to the castle without saying anything. He went into the kitchen and gathered what he needed and worked on the list or order as it were to make sure it was all gathered into a beautiful box that he could take to the castle himself. It was some time later that he would arrive at the castle with everything that was asked for carrying it in a box as he approached the castle, the note explaining his reasoning and why he was at the castle there on the front of the box itself as he walked. He knew that they would ask questions and he preempted the talk as he delivered the box to the castle making sure it got to someone who would be able to know what to do with the said box. Baiken A silent but affirmative nod that was the tell tale reply Baiken was given. It had been given relatively quickly, which was good. But the fact Sanji had been quiet in his response ... was that a cue he was somewhat reluctant in agreeing? Maybe, maybe not. With her role as a bodyguard to someone so important, Baiken had learned to analyze people ... or at least attempt to.Shewasonly human, after all. And there had been several times Baiken had been wrong in her assumptions before. More often than not, however, her instincts were right. Right now, they were signaling that, at the least, to keep an even closer eye on this man than she was doing at that very second."Good. Then I'll ... "He hadn't been the first to try to use the word 'Lady', but it had been a while since anyone made that sort of effort. Whatreallytook her aback was the soft kiss upon her hand. She blinked rapidly, looking torn. Something between offended and simultaneously flattered."I'll let that slide because you agreed to help out. Anyway, I'll inform everyone to expect you later."Of course, there was an unspoken second half, but for now, there was no need to relay that part of the talk. Besides, she may not even need to threaten and remind him why Baiken expected him to keep to his word. Despite his somewhat reckless action of kissing her hand, he at least had a good head on his shoulders. He probably knew what was going through her head without being told.... Still, she couldn't deny hehadbeen perhaps the most polite, particularly among all of the civilians. That alone earned a sincere nod of acknowledgement the last thing he'd see from Baiken before she pivoted on her feet and walked away."How'd it go, Baiken sama?"Her head turned, mainly out of habit than necessity, and saw one of the few people she felt most comfortable around. With the Daimyo being very selective when and to whom he showed himself, even Baiken couldn't boast she'd yet seen them. The smaller woman was actually a good reason she was able to use her right arm despite the limb being gone. She was a skilled magician, and it washermagic that was flowing through her blood."What have I told you before,Chrome? You don't need to use that honorific. Not with me, you don't. Anyway, to answer the question, smoother than I expected, actually. Inform everyone else that weshouldbe seeing Sanji Vinsmoke soon enough. I'll accompany him when he arrives, but let the guards know beforehand to avoid any unfortunate assumptions being made."Offering little more than a nod, Baiken watched Chrome hurry off to fulfill the request, effectively leaving the warrior alone to her own devices.She only stood still for a few seconds, nodding quickly and navigating her way into her room. Since she was likely going to be in charge of overseeing Sanji while he was in the palace, she would need to get ready.Step one would come in the form of a shower.With a deft tug, she pulled on her sash, allowing the kimono and sword keeping her sword by her side to come off. Everything was caught and neatly placed nearby, save for the clothes, which were discarded in a basket. She'd get a newer outfit afterwards.Turning around once again, Baiken walked into the bathing area and began walking calmly into the large tub, sitting down and eventually covering her flesh beneath the already filled container. Sanji walked into the room and put the box down, it was a waiting room and well he was told to wait. He wasn't much of doing that as he wanted to learn more about this castle and well know what was going on. He looked at the guard and asked him a serious of simple questions to feel out what the man would and wouldn't know. he was able to quickly figure out the man didn't know a single thing at all. Sanji asked to use the restroom while he waited on his guide. He slipped into the restroom walking into the small connecting room to this place. He looked around and smiled as he saw a window.Sanji's hands quickly went to open the window as he looked outside and saw nothing of note, no trees, nothing to climb or any access to anything outside. Still it would work. He got up and climbed quietly out of the window as he used his sky walk to walk up on air itself, as if by magic and walked up the side of the castle. he knew he had to be fast and he had to be careful as well as he moved up the side using the shadows to look for places to enter the castle higher up, and he noted nothing. There was no entrance or exit he could notice, but he did notice a few windows that were locked. One or two with lights on inside which told him that they were used. He also stopped by one and heard the sound of water telling him that it was a bathroom.Sanji had no idea how close he would end up being in this moment to seeing Baiken in her bath. He moved up and looked inside another window that was again locked and saw nothing again. This was not going to give him any more extra information. He quickly slipped back down and slipped into the bathroom and closed up the window. He flushed and washed his hands before coming out and smiling as he thanked the guard for letting him used the bathroom before returning to his box of things that he was bringing to the castle. He would figure out more later he hoped. He couldn't count anything of course being easy as if it was easy anyone would be able to get information from the castle and use it to assassinate the daimyo with ease.He sat down and relaxed as he took out a cigarette and started to smoke, before the guard said something about smoking not being allowed. He sighed and mumbled under his breath about how shitty that was before he put out his cigarette. He looked at the door as he was not happy in the least about not being able to smoke here. Baiken It was brief. But for the few seconds Sanji was near her window and staring, it was enough to cause Baiken to turn her head, instinctively looking out. Her eyes narrowed firmly as she covered her chest ... even though it was concealed under the water. Luckily for the chef, her sixth senses had kicked in a few seconds too late for her to actually see him. And truthfully, she was expecting him to arrive a few hours later at the soonest, so she didn't immediately assume it had been Sanji she'd sensed."Baiken san?""Yeah?" she called back, hearing Chrome's voice from outside."Mister Vinsmoke has arrived." ... He wouldn't be that foolish ... would he? Ah well. Even if the answer was yes, Baiken had planned to stay nearby Sanji anyway. There hadn't been many attempts to use poison against the Daimyo, but enough that he wasn't going to be alone to cook for the upcoming festival. If he hadn't assumed someone would be carefully watching him, he'd find out very soon.Baiken would come out in a new, cleaner set of clothes. They were the exact same color scheme and appearance however, a faint scent of lavender would have hinted they were clean, as was the woman wearing them. At her side was her belt, where her sword hung in reach and ready to be withdrawn if necessary."How long has he been here?" Baiken inquired, looking towards the guards watching him."Five minutes, ten at most. Not very. He recently arrived.""And has he ever left your sight?"When Baiken didn't get an immediate reply, her arm crossed over her chest, tongue clicking in disdain. "Baka," she muttered, "I'll let the Daimyo personally deal with your idiotic decision. There are reasons we all have very specific protocols for what we do, when, and everything else.Youshould know this even better than myself.""But it was just to use the washroom, so ""So nothing. You could have remained outside the door. But you didn't even do that, did you?"Baiken sighed, shaking her head. "Thought not," she added, finally shifting her attention to Sanji and giving a 'follow me' gesture, leading him towards the kitchen."Be glad that if it was you who was peeping on me that I can't prove it. I shouldn't have to explain why the merethoughtis ... insulting. So long as you do what you agreed to, I won't pull my blade out. So don't give me a definite reason to withdraw my weapon."As the two entered the kitchen, Baiken would lean against a wall, making sure none of the appliances or tools were nearby her. She didn't want to be in Sanji's way assuming he was intending to keep his vow. However, she did want to nearby ... just in case she noted anything out of place being done or attempted."You're free to use any and everything necessary to properly prepare all of the meals. But I'm not leaving for hopefully obvious enough reasons." He wanted to say something, god he wanted to make a retort so badly to her but honestly he couldn't it would give away that he was looking in the room, though he never even saw her in the room, which told him a lot about the design of the place itself as he blinked and then followed her from where they were to the kitchen. He blinked as he looked at her and then nodded his head, "Of course, I have my honor as a cook to uphold, miss iceberg," he said giving a bit of a curt reply as he walked over the kitchen as he heard her comment and then nodded his head. "yeah, I am guessing you can't keep your eyes off me, and were dreaming that I was the one peeking on you," he teased her as he took out a cigarette and then lit it. He took a good drag before taking out what was in the box of supplies."Now, a good cook can use anything and doesn't waist food, they are able to make the most of every bit of food they have," he mused as he got to work, his hands working quickly with a knife as he worked. His skills with a knife, with anything in the kitchen were perfect. He mixed up various dishes and worked on them. He had been told about the idea of poisoning the food. Putting explosives, anything that would work perhaps. Yet, he would never do that, as that would go against his own values as a cook and his honor as a cook who would good a good meal for anyone who wanted one. "First don't call me by Vinsmoke, I am not favorable of that name," he said firmly as he continued to cook.He knew that she would know who the Vinsmokes were, they were a powerful family who were as dangerous or more dangerous than any other royal family in the country. They were in charge of a large army and had been loyal to the daimyo for a very long while, the family even having connections to the previous daimyos. He knew his father had done some unsightly things to get his hand on Kyushu, or at least the parts he ruled at that point in the name of the Emperor. "Now, try whatever you want that you think is poisoned," he challenged her as he cooked and finished whole trays as he could cook from taste and he could cook pretty much anything. He would knock anyone out with wild ecstasy with what he was cooking up, the people who ate this would be nothing but pleased.He made up various items that would work for the celebration with the extra stuff no asked for giving more than what was required. He wanted to show this icy woman that more could be done with less. He knew that she would question it too, and he knew that she would eat it and she would love it. He was very confident in his abilities. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she tried some of the food which he knew she would. Baiken "... Miss Iceberg? I'll admit, that's a new one." Baiken repeated, a half amused and half irked smirk appearing across her lips. "Hmph. A cook is one thing. A man is very much different, and for some, isnotthe same thing. I hardly know much of you. Just that you have a really good reputation when it comes to food."Her head quickly moved from side to side.".... Keep wishing that's my train of thought. Just the first half is correct." .... Did he really just .. ?? Wow. That took alotof gall for anyone to talk to Baiken like that. In fact, when had the last time been? Probably upon first being accepted as a bodyguard and a lot of the others snickering due to her handicaps. Naturally, no one else had believed she was competent or any true threat. So ... she had to prove a few of the non believers wrong."Would boy be better then, hmm?"Her eyes rolled as Baiken continued, "Don't youdareforget where you are. You may be in charge when it comes to the food, but ordering me around? Definitely not. You should be honored to evenhavea surname at all. I don't even have a clan name. It's one of the few things that makes us more complete ... usually, anyway."The last words were muttered, acknowledging and noting that Sanji didn't seem to appreciate his own well enough to want to hear it." ... Ireallywish you wouldn't light up. Luckily, me snuffing that damn thing out could make something fall, break, get ruined, or all of the above, so that will get another free pass. Next time you're around meandinside the palace, though? Nu uh. That's not sliding a second time."It wasn't just for health reasons that Baiken disliked the cancer sticks. It reminded her of the fire from the night she lost everything, including her arm and eye. Thankfully, the difference in an actual fire versus the one being ignited to light a cigarette was much weaker. Otherwise, Baiken may have had a panic attack.Instead, she simply turned and opened one of the few, nearby windows. The glass was used as a make shift mirror to make up for the fact she had to turn her back to Sanji."Do those not ruin your senses? I'd think as a chef that'd be very detrimental, particularly to your ability to taste and smell things."Nonetheless, she was seeing first hand that aside from his own stubborn side, his reputation was as accurate as Baiken had heard. He was fast ... but incredibly accurate. Not just with chopping the food either, but cooking it in a way that made her feel like she was staring and observing a perfect person. Or at least someone who had truly mastered their craft.And ... admittedly ... shehadn'teaten yet.So even if it wasn't her obligation to do so, he wasn't wrong in assuming she would eat. With consent, of course this wasn'tonlyfor her, after all. But since she got what she needed, Baiken walked forward and began sampling each dish.Holy fuck .... !! A sigh mingled in with a very content groan and moan as she finished tasting the first dish. Okay ... so at least those rumors had been correct. Very much so, in fact. Good. She hadn't wasted her time, nor Sanji's. The tasting didn't make all of her icy attitude go away, but it certainly helped keep it relatively tame."This will likely be the best meals that have been included in the Fire Festival. It's all very good."Raising her hand into the air, she snapped her fingers. The sound echoed throughout the castle and, within minutes, helped summon a few more guards inside. "Make sure no one else eats any of this before the festival begins. Keep it warm and fresh until then."Baiken would move aside for the new guardians, then exit, motioning for Sanji to follow once more. They would be about halfway towards the front doors before Baiken reached down and removed a pouch attached to her side, extending it over. "As promised, your pay for completing and being very thorough in this task. You most definitely earned it." Sanji knew that this went well as far as the food. he looked at the food as it went out and he saw that he wasn't able to see more of the castle, that this was the limit to what he would be able to see. He blinked as he knew that these people would be handling his food. Not the ideal but he didn't have a say in it, getting to see as much as he had and figure out as much about this place as he had was going to have to be good enough for the moment. He walked to the front doors and then caught the coins as he nodded his head and headed off from the palace. He made a lot of food, he knew how many people were going to be at the festival, and he knew that the guards would all be paying attention to it and it alone. It was in short the best time to be somewhere else.Sanji had walked back to his home. He had a modest home and he put the things he had away. He looked over his things and he took some time to plan out his next move. He was to head out to a base on the outside of the city. He had a good idea that everyone else would be at the capital for the festival starting that night. Sanji took a quiet path to the base. He knew that the target was a officer in the camp. He approached carefully as he was sure that he would need to slip in and take care of a person or two. He approached from some shrubs into the simple outlier camp. he grabbed one of the guards and knocked him out with a choke hold, him falling to the ground as Sanji took his uniform and changed into it.Sanji then worked his way into the camp. It was good that the higher ups were away to be at the meeting with the Daimyo and his big men at the capital. He slipped into the room of the target and gathered all the information that he could stealing paperwork and making sure that any information that the man had found was gone as well. He took information about the plans of the army, the police and any others who were loyal to the emperor away. It was a simple mission. As he walked out he saw the target approaching. He waited in hiding as the man came in to the room. He knocked him out with a quick kick to the face and carried him away to give himself and the intelligence to another agent that night. He had a better idea of who was guarding the Daimyo and he would need to find a way to deal with her or keep her away from the duties if he was going for the assassination.As he walked home, he saw the fireworks up in the sky, he saw how pretty they were as he had a good bit of money on him from both of his missions and well could use that to do whatever. He walked home and put the money in a safe for future use for he knew that it would most likely help him out of a jam some time in the future. He went to bed, with the next day being like any other at least at the start, preparing lunch and working out at a smaller stand on the streets to keep track of the coming and going of people. Baiken The rest of the day went by much quicker than Baiken had expected. But then again, when one was sent out to keep the citizens of Kyoto in check, it helped kill boredom. Today had been a rare exception where she was to avoid lethal force, Even if it seemed like she was coerced to do so. Today was going to be the Fire Festival, and though she hadn't heard the words directly from the Daimyo, she had guessed correctly what the messenger had told her earlier. Her actions would impact the leader's reputation.Which did make it slightly odd that before tonight, he didn't seem to care about what she did.Or ... maybe not? This had been one of the few special occasions Baiken had served the leader on. And if she had to be frank, she couldn't correctly recalleverysingle person she'd got in a fray with or killed. Most, yes. All? Nope. Courtesy of her own vice ... and what she was currently partaking in as the festival started.Sake. Easily her favorite drink, even if it wasn't the healthiest to indulge in."You're not gonna go outside and get a better view?"Baiken quickly moved her head from side to side, having already seen out of the corner of her eye Chrome had spoken to her and not some other random person within the castle. "You go for it, though. You look more natural than I do."" ... More natural? Mind elaborating?""In literally every sense of the word. More feminine, you're able to fit in with the crowd better, everything. Maybe 'normal' is the better wording. Anyway, if I were to go, it'd probably freak everyone out, and they'd immediately go on the defensive. I'm done ensuring tonight should go smoothly. So there'd be no point in ruining this celebration for everyone else. I already feel like I've been punished enough for simply existing."" ... Is that what you really think about yourself?""How many others are without an arm and eye?""I do actually know of a silver haired swordsman whom has a fake arm. It just isn't obvious because he replaced it with a prosthetic.""And his eye?"Chrome sighed. It was clear she wasn't going to win this fight few people could do so, let alone against Baiken. "Is that the only reason you're serving our Lord? In hopes of finding the person responsible and killing them?""No. I'd be a fool to decline this opportunity. I'd probably be dead by now had he not sent me the offer. We're not too different lest I'm mistaken from what you told me."" ...N no, but ... "But nothing, Chrome decided, slowly nodding instead of trying to finish her original sentence. Instead, she flashed a small smile to Baiken and bowed her head, "Well ... one of these days, I really would like you to accompany me. I think it'd do you some good. You need more confidence in yourself."Confidence? Baiken wondered, looking curiously at the magician as she walked away.You're not only a soldier,she heard in her head as a response. Before she could shoot another quip, Chrome was too far away to maintain any link that offered telepathy."She's clearly had her own bit of sake," Baiken muttered, unable to help but chuckle. "A soldier is all I need to be. There is literally nothing else I could even start to be."Chrome was more than just a really skilled magician. She was one of the few handmaidens that remained relatively close to the Daimyo. She hadn't been upgraded to a concubine simply due to her making that request, but it was no secret not to Baiken, anyway Chrome had been persuaded quite a few times to change her mind. ... No, definitely not. Not even a mere handmaiden ... Even if her appearance wouldn't work against her, the attitude would. Something everyone here inside the castle already knew. And given her stubborn nature ... it wasn't like she'd change for anyone. Not even the Daimyo. She'd be her true self until the day she died. She'd live and die by the way of the blade. That was her way of life she'd taken up since that fateful day. She wouldnotstray away from that path, no matter what.That was what she kept repeating to herself as she downed the last bits of sake, refilling her cup. As a reward for her work today, she had been given an entire bottle to indulge in, and she was going to make it last as long as humanly possible. Sanji took the officer in his arms as he headed towards the destination that was ahead of himself. He was going to head to a dark alley. He had no clue what was going on in the rest of the city as they were focused on the celebration of the start of the two week fire festival. It would be fun for them until the last day when they would have a blow out of celebration as it were. He knew that that would be an ideal time to strike the palace itself, but that wasn't this day, that wasn't for a good while.Sanji dropped off the body as he looked at an older man, a merchant by trade, his name was never said as no one who was a rebel told any other their name as it was pointless and unneeded. He gave over the target and took a piece of paper from the man as well as a nod from the man. Nothing to be said, no real planning, that way when one group of the rebels fell down and broke apart, the rest would go on unconnected. It was rather impersonal and there was no closeness in it, but he understood why it was that way after all.Sanji walked home quietly, as he knwe that it had been a rather active day. His eyes looked quickly at the paper as he walked reading it. He found a series of random names and things drawn on it. It was code as that was the only safe way to share any information from one person to another person. He knew what it said, which was an target, a small prison that was isolated in the capital. He would figure out where to go and then he would break down the entrance, or break a backdoor. He would just have to find the ideal time to do so, that would be the most tricky part as he had to keep up the illusion of working at the stand during the day, and fine dime to work at the restruant at night.Sanj lived in a small house, it was just himself there was no need to be fancy or to waist any money at all. He would simply find what he needed in his home. He lit up a cigarette as he looked out on the city. He would help change this world and get rid of people like the Damiyo, like his own family who used their power to put others down. He smoked calmly as he thought about it for a moment before he headed to bed. At least he was able to get into the castle and saw how the outside looked like as well as the kitchen of the place. Now he only had to well figure out a way to get right at the Daimyo himself. Baiken " ... Ngh ... "Pain. Minor, and yet ... annoying. Repetitive. Throbbing.... Yep. A hangover, to be more specific. Another groan elicited from Baiken as she rolled from her side to her back, laying her arm across her forehead. It shouldn't have amazed her too much. Shehadindulged likely too much in the sake last night. She had no one to blame but herself. Even still ...."Fuuuuuuuuck. Ugh .... "A frustrated huff resounded as she forced her arm to move away, going to her side, before slowly pushing herself up to her feet."Baiken san? You alright?""Yeah. Probably just overdid it last night."Behind the door, Chrome shook her head. It also wasn't shocking to hear the swordswoman had been a bit hasty. Ah well. At least it was sounding like a rather tame hangover, all things considered."So? How'd everything go last night?" Baiken asked, beginning to get clad in a new outfit."Really well! I think you would have enjoyed it." The last sentence was slightly mumbled. Not low enough, though, as hinted by the clearing of Baiken's throat. "A Anyway ... luckily most of the preparations for today have been completed, so ... "The door opened, revealing a newly dressed Baiken."As good as that is to hear, I still have my obligations to perform. Excuse me ... "As the sword user walked by, Chrome stared at her. Only after she'd moved far enough away did she let out another soft breath.She's gonna overwork herself, Chrome thought, a smile adorning herself nonetheless. Loyalty ... it wasn't something everyone here in the palace had. It was honestly nice to see. Not just because it was one of those feelings that should be given and received, but Baiken had applied it to more than her duties. The bond they had, for example. In fact, she was easily on the best of terms with the bodyguard. Sure, it looked odd to some of the others, including what was referred to as the Daimyo's Inner Circle.But Chrome wouldn't want to change her bond with Baiken.Hopefully the same applied vice versa.Meanwhile, Baiken would exit the palace, sword resting near her hip, and begin walking calmly through Kyoto's streets. Even if it wasn't as mandatory as yesterday, she still had to do her watch shifts, which would ensure people were staying out of trouble, no matter how minor or major that may or may not be. Sanji woke up early the next morning to get his equipment ready for the day. as he made up a rolling car and he would move it around where he would need it at various points int he day. He could adjust to where things were and move to where people were located. This day the meal would be rather simple soba noodles. It would be sold for cheap and well he would have a line. He always had a line when he cooked, and he knew that people tended to talk a lot when they were in line. That would be a good chance to gather information from people having idle chats about what they knew. Once in a while he might get useful information about what was happening in the capital and how people were going to move around. He would hear the plans of guards and he could spot the rebels as well to make note of who they were and who could and couldn't be trusted at all.Sanji found a nice place right off a beautiful plaza, this would be a good place for people to come to at lunch. He found a nice shaded spot where he could cook, we in the morning it wasn't ideal, but he knew by lunch time it would be. He started to cook, as he listened to people who walked by talking about their days, their plans for the coming days and how much fun they had the night before. None of this information told him a lot, but it did tell him a bit of information as he sat there. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he looked over the nice place. The sitting areas in front of himself with the colorful stone walk ways and plaza. The area was lovely. There was even a flower garden not that far way giving the area a lovely scent as well. He knew the path too took someone to the palace as well.He started to cook up the noodles, and before he even finished his prep work, a line was forming at the stand. It wasn't even lunch yet, but there were a number of women who had shown up and were in front of his stand. He wasn't going to complain as he stood there preparing the noodles. Maybe they were going to try to beat the rush, maybe they just liked his superior noodles. There were many possibilities. He sold a bowl of noodles early as he gave out a bowl of soba and then another and another. He would smile and thank the women who came to buy from him. It was always nice to sell to people and well it was nice to make money. Plus women were gossips as they liked to talk and show off to him and talk to each other about their boyfriends and their lives. Some of them had guards of various types as husbands or boyfriends. He could get a lot of information on that by just listening to them.He knew that this wasn't the final answer, but just getting information and enjoying this day selling food to beautiful women wasn't bad at all. He knew that he had some time, and that the information would be helpful in that final move. One had to set the pace for that move ahead of time after all. He blinked as more people joined the line as he knew that they wouldn't eat later when the others stands would be set up, causing them to lose a good percentage of the female customers or maybe some would just by twice from him. Baiken .... Damn. You should have listened to Chrome. It really wasn't necessary to head out. Then what, baka? You'd be bored inside the palace. .... Unfortunately, her brain was otherwise right. There wasn't really much of a win win scenario right now. And, thankfully, everyone seemed to be behaving. Whether they were too scared or had wised up? Baiken didn't care. She got enough trouble on a daily basis. A break was actually appreciated every now and again. Sure, she could handle pretty much anything that came her way. But this? It was actually a nice change of pace.Her head turned as she caught sight of an especially large crowd. An amused smirk crossed her face as she saw wove between some of the people, still keeping herself concealed. Eventually, she saw that everyone was lined up for food. Sanji was working, cooking ... something. Noodles?Either way, she couldn't deny again that it did smell as good as it looked. Suffice to say, Baiken wasverygrateful there were many other people mostly women, but some men waiting. It made it impossible to pinpoint where exactly the hungry growl came from.A barely audible scoff passed her lips. True, she didn't seem to be needed elsewhere, but that could be fixed. Those were her original thoughts, anyway, but then ... no. Actually, maybe this wasexactlywhere she needed to be.Last night hadn't been successful with just the entertainment part of the festival. Sanji's food had been eaten by all who came to the palace. They had ... a certain secret that allowed them to replicate everything he gave to Baiken, and did so perfectly. Not only had they been able to copy his recipes, but they'd aided the kitchen staff in creating ample amounts of his dishes from yesterday.If they could come up with something new ... yeah. That could work.Not to say Baiken wouldn't eatanyof the soba. Just not all of them. Not like anyone was going to know exactly how this trick was done, anyway. Nodding to herself, the sword user remained in line, moving when it did. Eventually, she would come face to face with Sanji once more."Don't worry," she reassured, "This is just for myself today. No business or requests. So ... how much?" He looked at the line as he continued to cook in the pot he was using in the women lined up. He knew that the spices that he used caused the crowd to be more women then men, but he seriously had no problems with that in the least. He stood cooking and passing out bowl after bowl as he smiled enjoying the fact he could bring joy to so many beautiful women that were in line. While of course getting good gossip that was said or overheard by each of the women as they waited in line for him to serve them. He saw something that caught his eye as he continued to cook.He saw the beautiful pink haired swordwoman in front of himself once again. He blinked as he wondered if she had another job for him perhaps. If she did, he wouldn't turn her down another chance to see more of the castle, though he was sure that he wouldn't have much of a chance to see it like before, as they would be more on guard than before if he was around the castle. He nodded his head as he looked at her, "Well then, take this bowl on the house, I have made plenty and think of this as a return gift for hiring me in the past for work," he said as he handed her the bowl of soba noddles. "It is enough for now, that a beautiful woman gets to enjoy my food," he commented to her with a small grin on his lips.He figured he would get no information in the least from her. She was not the type to gossip or talk to others even. He figured that she was the silent and serious type of woman. She had that mature look to her in a way like Robin swan had. He figure that the woman had a lot of mystery behind her injuries but also behind herself as a whole. She most likely hide a lot of things that she didn't want the world to know about. He figured that she would keep those secrets from himself and anyone else for that matter. He then focused on selling the soba, as he was running low as it had been a good day of business already. Baiken ... Oh? Baiken's hand stopped right before it could grab hold of a pouch filled with coins beside her left hip. She stared at the cook, wearing minimal expressions. Curiosity, though, could be easily seen. But there were no hostile emotions like one may have expected to notice. It really was coming down to trying to figure out if there was a hidden agenda behind giving out her bowl for free.When Baiken couldn't sense any such motives, she nodded, taking the soba and holding it carefully but firmly in her hand."Must be my lucky day. I know you can't do that for everyone, after all. Until next time ... "She purposely allowed her words to trail off, leaving moments after bidding him goodbye. Many other customers would storm up and begin trying to demand they also got their meal for free. An equal amount of people were outraged, demanding to know why he'd allowed the Daimyo's personal watchdog to get something for free. Some people were going so far as to thinking Sanji may be compromised somehow.Regardless, the commotion and new crowd allowed Baiken to return to the castle with minimal problems.The first stop she made upon re entering the palace was the kitchen. Inside was the verywomanshe was hoping to find. The blonde turned, looking curiously as she heard Baiken take a seat in front of an empty table."Oh? Have something else for me to try?""If it's worth your time, yes."The blonde smirked upon hearing those words, "Finally, someone who understands my policies. Good. It feels like everyone else doesn't get it."Baiken shrugged."It's not that difficult, in my opinion. With your God's Tongue, it should be a given. Unfortunately, your best bets of finding understanding individuals are within the Inner Circle."Were Erina a warrior, she would easily secure a place. As it was? She was the usual head cook. She had simply been ill yesterday, and thus unable to cook."I'm also assuming you're feeling better then, Erina san?""Well enough." Waving a hand through the air to dismiss the matter, she sat across from Baiken, holding her own pair of chopsticks. "So ... let's try it together, shall we?" Noting Baiken raising an eyebrow, she added, "Itwasyou who brought it back. It seems only right you can share it with me."... That was Baiken's and just about everyone else's, really issue with Erina. She really could be quite the uppity bitch. But ... it was justified. At least when it came to food. Merely replying with a nod, Baiken and Erina took their own portions of the soba and ate it."Not half bad. It could use some refining, but that's otherwise really good. Who made this?""The same man from yesterday Sanji Vinsmoke.""Hmmm. He certainly has true talent."Indeed he does, Baiken agreed, setting her set of chopsticks down when she finished her portion. "You can have the rest. I need to be elsewhere." Before Erina could attempt to protest that Baiken hadn't cleaned the utensils she used, the swordswoman walked briskly out, striding confidently through the hallways. Between feeling as if she had been watched yesterday and getting an up close and personal display of Sanji's cooking, it made Baiken feel certain there was more to the man than what met the eyes.If his skills were as great or even more so with a knife, then Sanjiwassomeone to, at the very least, be cautious of.And there was at least one other person who needed to know that sooner as opposed to later. The same man who had taken her in, who never doubted her abilities when so many others had. The very same Daimyo who was now running Kyoto. Sanji looked at the group as they came to his stand. He smiled as he had made more than enough and the noddles were rather cheap to make. He smiled as he gave out a number of bowls for free. He knew that these people would pay later. "Now, your right, today is a special, I will give out the rest I have for free, I don't have much left," he said as he looked at the people gathering. He passed out more and more food to people till he ran out and smiled. "Well, sorry for those who didn't get enough, I will be selling for 10 percent off tomorrow and will make sure that I get enough for more people ready."Sanji made his escape as it were as he returned the cart and locked it up carefully as he took the money with himself as he knew where he wanted to go and he had a lead of someone that he wanted to meet with. He was going to head to the home of a simple woodcutter, who held a lot of surprises. Sanji walked into the room it was perfectly well kept and well the knives were amazing too. He had gotten knives for his own cooking form this man because they were so perfect. He was also a man who made swords and knives for those who would pay a high enough price for them. Yet, he was one who would work for rice to help out those who couldn't pay him a full price of anything for wood to keep them warm in the winter.Sanji put out a bowl of fried rice on the table as he looked around. This man could make wood sharp enough to cut though wood. He was a master, and someone who went unknown cause he wanted to go unknown by anyone who had any power or anything else. Sanji smiled as he saw the orange haired Heihachiformer samurai and then smiled as he walked over and shook his hand."So, how are things going Heihachi," he asked as he looked at the man sharing a smile."Great, let me tell you. Business is good and the rice is better than ever. What brings you out here Sanji, is it to just give me some of your great food or is it on business," he asked quietly as he then sat down at the wood table and started to eat the rice enjoying it a great deal."Now, it is just for the later, just want to know when you are going to make me a new set of knives," Sanji asked as he knew the importance of having good knives for cooking as he knew that would help one get the most of every piece of the supplies one would have. He then put his hands in his pocket. "Now the other stuff will be needed, but I am sure someone else will ask you about that, though that isn't for over a week you know," he said calmly as he took out a cigarette and then smoked."Yeah I know, it will be ready, don't worry about that, don't worry about that," he commented as he paused eating before returning, the woodcutter was a genius of making things and also was a good samurai who had been a rather very minor player before the change in who was in charge in the country and just faded into the background.

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PokeLove [Richter]

Name: AaronSpecies: Espeonhttp: www.e621.net post show 26151 amb ... e messy pePersonality: He's easy going and lazy, just as any cat is, though if persuaded he can get a lot done. Not to mention he's got one nasty Psy beam to shove up your ass if you piss him off. The lean figure of a feline lay stretched out on a large, flat rock near a river. The creature's purple fur shimmered in the sunlight as the naked form moved onto it's back. Aaron's maw stretched wide in a lazy yawn before his face contorted with the strain of a large stetch. The two tail tips twitched as the feline slowly opened his amber eyes to gaze up at the fluffy white clouds with a bord, yet content expression. "Hmm, another day," he paused to let out another yawn. "To bask in the sun." A clawed paw reached up to sritch at his lower belly. "I love summer," he purred. http: e621.net data 6c200b019a83c97c71 ... 4c0086.jpgName: JakeSpecies: ArcaninePersonality: Easy going and playful, perhaps a little too much sometimes. Protective when it comes to freinds, and very hot temper when it comes to that. A nimble figure darted in and out of the trees, a grin on his muzzle as he gave chase. It had been several minutes now since the chase began, his fur rippling in wind, the grin only widening as the their little game.The forest suddenly opened up into a clearing, but he paid no attention to this, focused as he was on his target, stalking it slowly now. He lunged forward once he was in range, howling out in victory, or so he thought. The Pidgeotto managing to dodge out of the way at the last second, causing him to go over the short ledge, and into the lake.Jake yelped as he splashed into the water, flat on his stomach.It took him several moments to recover, an he quickly got out, shaking himself of the water as soon as he did. He looked up then for the bird, pouting slightly. "I just wanted to play..." He murmurred softly as he increased the heat of his body to dry off, not having noticed the Espeon on the ledge he had fallen from. Aaron sat up quickly, his ears twitching as the sound of something comming closer reached his ears, and when an Arcanine darted into his little clearing, he felt the fur along his spine raise. An instinctive fear of the dog like pokemon had the Espeon's lips drawn back in an attempt to make him look fierce. But Jake's attention was not on him, but a bird pokemon. Purple ears twitched in a mixture of annoyance and amusement at the victory howl that was given to late, but all amusement was gone once the canine fell into the lake, sending a wave of water crashing against his sunning rock and getting him all wet. Aaron stood up and hissed, shaking his body to rid himself of the wetness, spitting in his feline furry. "Watch where you're jumpin'!" he snapped, already starting to lick at his arm to try and dry himself off. Jake started making his way back up to the clearing, shaking himself occasionally. He blinked slightly as he heard and saw the Espeon finally, tilting his head to the side. "Hmm? Oh, sorry. I almost had him though!" He said with a grin, his tail waving back and forth lazily as he moved closer.He sat down on his haunches near the other, looking at him curiously. He moved forward again, reaching out with his paw as it glowed with a light heat, helping him dry out as well. He smiled softly as he ran his paw over most of his body that he could get to. Once he was finished he pulled back, licking the paw. "All better now neh?" The Espeon gave a huff and continued to lick his sodden fur, and was a bit surprised when a very warm paw touched him. Amber eyes went half lidded and a low purr rumbled in his chest at the warm feeling. He was a bit unhappy when the paw left him, but he didn't voice it. Aaron looked at the canine curiously, but his purr still vibrated his chest, unable to ignore that wanderfully warm feeling. "I guess it's better," he mewed before jumping off his rock gracefully, it was wet, so he'd have to wait for it to dry before he went back to sunning himself. "Pidgeotto can fly away, you picked the wrong prey to chace," he repremanded quietly, bending himself forward to lick at his side where he was still a bit wet. He arched an eye brow at the purring, but smiled. "I know... but it was fun..." He said, looking over at him now intently. The same grin he had on earlier crossed his muzzle. "So... land based is better then?" He asked, a low growl escaping his lips as he moved closer to the morph."Maybe then... I should chase you hmm?" He asked with a soft whisper, baring his fangs. "It is true... I wont have to worry about you flying off where I can't reach you... I hope you give a good run." He purred, reaching for him gain. Aaron picked up his head at the growl, and his eyes widened, taking a step back from the other pokemon. "Land based is better, but I didn't mean me!" As Jake reached out for him, the feline let out a loud KEROWWWL! and turned away to run. But he wouldn't make for a good chase, because instead of running away, he darted up a tree with the practiced ease of a cat, his claws aiding him considerably. "Ohhh you terrible mutt!" he hissed, his fur fluffing up. "Touch me and I'll claw you to shreds!" He licked his pointed teeth as Aaron took off, chasing after him readily. He blinked as the Espeon went up the tree. "Hey... that's no fun..." He pouted as he looked around. He smiled at the near by tree, his legs tensing.He lept forward, planting his feet firmly on the tree opposite of the one that the morph had climbed up, then with another powerful leap, lunged up at his new target, growling deeply now. He misjudged it slightly, but still managed to catch onto the branch near the other, quickly scrambling to get up, his legs flailing uselessly in the air. Honey eyes widened in fear as the canine jumped up into the tree next to him, and he backed away until he swayed on the thin end of the branch. His sharp claws dug into the wood to keep himself from falling as Jake leaped onto his branch, making it jump and sway. When he looked, Aaron noticed that his enemy was hanging onto the branch just barely. A fall from this hight would be extremly bad. Cursing his overall good nature, he carefully moved over and grabbed Jake by the scruff of his neck and pulled him onto the branch, though once the Arcanine was safe, he jumped down to a different branch and backed up against the tree trunk, his claws at the ready. Just as Jake was about to swing back to the other tree and try again, he let out a startled eep as he was pulled up by his neck. The Arcanine blinked several times as Aaron jumped down to the other, looking over at himHe slipped down easily enough onto the branch, looking at the Espeon. "Thanks." He said with a bright smile, his tail waving once more. "Shall we continue playing now?" He asked, grinning as he moved closer, managing to maintain his balance. Aaron backed up a little closer to the tree trunk, his ears pinning back to his head, a hiss slipping past his parted lips. Though, at the Arcanine's words, his ears pricked and his hand which had been ready to slice the dog open slowly went back onto the branch. "Play?" he asked with a tilt of his head. The Espeon looked at Jake with great suspicion. "You're playing? you're not trying to eat me?" He blinked, staring dumbly at the Espeon, as if that should have been obvious from the start. "E eat you? Of course not! I just wanted to play, like with the Pigdeotto." Jake said with a nod, stopping his advanced. "I would never actually hurt anyone, unless they hurt me first." He said, his tail still swishing. "Oh," he said a bit dumbly and let his fur flatten all the way. "Then you should have said so, you scared me half to death," he snapped, lifting a paw to his maw and licking it before dragging it over his right ear cautiously. Aaron gave a small sigh and looked up at the sky. It was such a pretty day! The perfect day for a sun pokemon like himself to just relax and bask in the warmth, but this mutt was far to excited to do something like that. With another sigh the feline jumped down from branch to branch until he reached the bottom before tilting his head up. "You can't chace me if you're up there," he stated smoothly, his tail swaying from side to side in a graceful fashion. He waited only a moment after he said that before darting into the woods, his lean legs giving him good speed, and his graceful cat heritage making it easier to dodge trees and rocks. "Oh... sorry... I thought it was obvious." He said rubbing the back of his head. Jake watched the Espeon jumping down to the ground, grinning slightly at his words. He gave a loud growl as he slipped from the branch, spinning once before he landed on the ground with a loud thud, his body shaking only slightly from the impact.He bared his fangs once again. "Well... let the chase begin!" He said as he darted off after his target, his body heating up slightly. He always did love a good chase, and he soon caught site of the morph. Aaron had ended up on all fours, running trough the forest with one hell of a good pase. His ears swivled back to catch the sound of his chaser, and a small smirk touched his maw. The feline ran slowed his run a bit to let the canine get right on his tail. A large oak tree came into view and he ran straight forward. It looked as if he were going to dart up the tree again, but using his tail for balance, he made a sharp turn just inches from the tree, his fur brushing the bark as he did so, and started running to the right. None NP XD huggles Jake grinned broadened as he closed the gap not even at his full speed, hoping to prolong the chase. He blinked slightly at the tree, watching as it seemed like the Espeon was going to climb it, but suddenly veered off to the right. It caught him by suprise for a moment, and he was forced to jump to the left, pressing off against a near by tree, aiming back torwards the new direction. "A great chase indeed!" He howled. A small smirk had grown on the feline's face as his chaser was caught off guard, and picked his pace back up. Aaron ran and reached a stream that was too deep to just leap over, so he hopped from one stone to the next to make it dryly to the other side before he continued running. Jake growled as they reached the river, leaping part way, barely managing to land on one of the rocks, leaping again he made it to the otherside without further incident, closer now on Aaron's tail. "You'll have to... try better than that... kitty cat!" He shouted out, not intending to rhyme, but chuckled softly as he did, before focusing his intent on the chase once more. "That...so?" he asked as he ran, a grin forming once more on his maw. Aaron picked up his pase to get a few feet in front of the fire type before rearing around, his eyes white and glowing. His psychic attack. The ground in front of Jake rumbled before a long piller of ground shot up right before him, meaning the arcanine would have to go around for the chance of him climbing would be slim to none. While Jake was temporarily cut off, Aaron lept up into a tree and crouched on a branch, waiting for the hunter to come around, to then become the hunted.

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A Special Brand of Justice (One Piece RP - JamieXOpenots)

"Commodore Rosa! We're pulling alongside Commodore Shirley's ship!"Newgate Rosa, commander of the Marine vesselErrant Venture, muttered something in her half sleep daze. "Nggh. Go 'way. I'm comfy," she muttered, throwing one arm over her eyes. However, beneath the arm, she smiled lightly. About freaking time. "But Commodore, you said for us to alert you once we were here," came the muffled voice on the other side of the door. Rosa sighed. "Fine, fine," she said, swinging her legs off the bed, tugging her vest off the back of her chair, slinging it over her shoulders. Stepping out onto the Venture's deck, it was to see her men, arrayed in two lines for captain's inspection. "As you were," Rosa called out, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand.The men stayed stock still.Rosa smiled lightly, waving her hand vaguely. "Really, guys. I'm not going to hit you this time. I was just testing you guys last time. Promise," she said cheerfully. Again, the men didn't move. "Spazzes," she proclaimed cheerfully, making her way to the ship's railing. And indeed, they had just pulled up next to her old friend Shirley's ship. "Oi! Someone over there! Tell Shirley to get her lazy ass out on deck!" she called out. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsShirley had been sound asleep in her cabin when on of her crewmen came bursting in, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Commodore Shirley! We're being boarded by pirates!" Granted, it was damn near the only way to wake Ironfist Shirley up from her hibernation like sleep.From outside, muffled shouts and yells could be heard before the unfortunate crewman who had drawn the short straw was flung through the door, flying across the deck before slamming into the mast. Behind him, the hardly imposing Commodore Shirley came striding out. She was hardly a strict captain on her vessel theDrowning Mongoose though she apparently had a bad habit of ripping pirates in half, so her men knew better than to cause trouble. "Where the fuck are the pirates!" The white haired woman shouted, looking around, still half asleep. She was dressed in suit pants, and a suit vest which was over a long sleeved black shirt. Shirley didn't care much for the long jacket the Navy provided for her, so she simply didn't wear it."Huh." She turned, spotting Rosa standing next to the railing of the before dashing over and almost flipping over the railing of her own ship into the water. "Rosa! How have you been!" Shirley shouted, now fully awake, A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsRosa nearly winced when she saw the door fly open, and a guy start shouting. The aforementioned man was then promptly sent sailing. Well, sounded like her dear friend "Iron Fist Shirley" was up. Meanwhile, behind her, her men did wince. While Shirley wasn't known for being a strict captain, "Steel Leg Rosa" was. Her men were always parade smart, spic and span for fear of their leader. Not that she looked like the typical Marine officer. Dressed in dark green pants, with similarly dark green gloves and boots, she hardly followed the color scheme. However, what small concessions she made were on her shirt and vest, with the word "Marine" in light green across the black top, and the Kanji for "Justice" on her small vest."Not too bad! Nice to see you're still breathing. Took ya a while to get up," Rosa said cheerfully, grinning across to her longtime friend. "Move back a bit, I'm comin' over," Rosa said, setting one foot on the railing. This was not a human foot. The half kangaroo woman leaped high into the air, far higher than any normal human should have been able, before landing heavily on the deck of the Drowning Mongoose. A moment later, the fully human Rosa grinned. "Have I ever told you that the name of your ship sucks?" she asked with a grin. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsShirley did take a step back. Despite her monstrous strength, she still didn't want to be under those legs when the woman landed. She hadn't eaten the devil fruit, though she was one of the few people in the world that carried the super strength gene. Of course, without training it meant nothing, but with training it meant she could easily surpass any human, and most devil fruit users in a straight up brawl with little trouble."Only every time you've come to visit me." She winked a little before turning around. "Oi! What the fuck are you all looking at! Get back to work!" With that, the crew that had been staring rather curiously, all scattered back to their stations. Usually whenever Rosa came to visit, the crew would end up hearing... things that sounded somewhat like moans, screams of pain, or yelling from the captains quarters. "So, what brings you to this neck of the woods? Last I heard you were chasing some band of fishmen in the East Blue." Shirley was confined to the waters around the Navy Headquarters as a guard since her resolutions on missions usually ended with a bloodbath. A Special Brand of Justice brought on by the Devil Fruit, Rosa was still an extremely strong person. She didn't have Shirley's level of strength, but they more or less evened out once she brought on her Devil Fruit powers. "Oh yeah? Well, the name sucks," Rosa said cheerfully, hardly afraid of her shorter friend.As Shirley called down her men, Rosa glanced over her shoulder to her own.. who were still standing there for captain's inspection. The last time they'd had captain's inspection, Rosa had kicked the first man to stand down from attention. A test, she'd called it. They weren't quite sure Seaman Lines would ever walk again, and because of that, they were a little paranoid of their dear commodore. She grinned."Yeah. Some group who thought they'd come and see if they could follow after Arlong's footsteps. They couldn't," she said with a grim smile. "Come on, then. Aren't you going to treat me to a drink?" she asked with a roguish wink. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenots"Well I didn't pick it. That retard I took the ship from did." She muttered, frowning a little. Shirley had actually leapt from the position of private to commodore by challenging the previous ship captain to a duel. "Oh yeah! Sure, come on in!" Shirley wasn't strict, but that didn't stop her crew from being scared shitless of her. Then again, the last crewman that had rebelled had his back snapped over the ship's railing."I've got some whiskey from the North Blue that tastes like shit, picked it up off some pirates that decided it would be a good idea to attack us." She called to the woman behind her, trying to make small talk. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsRosa laughed at that. "Lemme guess. That story about a bunch of pirates being turned into Marine Headquarters twisted up like a bag of pretzels was your handiwork?" she asked with a grin, following her friend into the captain's quarters. It had been far too long since she'd dropped by theMongoose. Last time, they'd spent a night on theErrant Venture she still heard whispers throughout the crew of the noises they'd heard from Rosa's quarters that night.As they entered the captain's quarters, Rosa stripped off her vest, balling it up and tossing it onto Shirley's bed. "Sure you don't have any sake or anything? It's been a while since I've had some good ol' East Blue sake," she said, smacking her lips slightly at the thought. Not since she'd kicked the hell out of Jammer the Fishman, and that had been a few weeks ago, at the least. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenots"Not quite. I actually jumped off of our ship, punched a hole in the hull of theirs. The crew abandoned ship and had no choice but to board us, which my troops were waiting with their weapons." Guns weren't allowed on the mongoose and Shirley had personally trained each soldier on the boat in hand to hand combat and in a multitude of weapons. She herself, fought with a metal plated pair of gloves, lest she start building calluses on her flawless skin."Well, I was saving it for a rainy day." Shirley grumbled reaching into a large wooden cabinet that held her liquor and pulling out a large clay jug. "I 'confiscated' it from some crewmen a month ago." A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsRosa found herself a seat at the little table that her dear friend often used to discuss important matters at, or simply have a drink with her at. "Sounds like a fun day," Rosa commented lightly as Shirley finished up her little tale of the pirates' woe. "You really should go a little easier on them, Shirl. You don't want to get a reputation as a little psycho who rips pirates apart," she said, teasing her young friend it wasn't like she didn't already have that reputation.Not that Rosa's was much better she, who tied prisoners to the bow of the boat, and forced them to swim ahead of them, lest they be hit by the ship and dragged underwater until they drowned. She did that to her own men, not just her prisoners, and had herself done such a thing until she'd eaten the Kanga Kanga fruit a few years before. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenots"Well, who would think someone like me to be a psycho?" Shirley shot Rosa a grin while she placed the Sake on a burner. Of course, the short, white haired girl was horridly out of place at any Navy meeting. "And I haven't torn a person apart in two months, a new record!" She exclaimed, taking the now blazing hot jug off of the burner and filling two small cups with the clear fluid."So, how have you been?" Of course, she was wondering how things would go down this time. Last time she and Rosa had 'gotten together' Shirley had punched Rosa in the face before fucking her with a rubber coated sea stone strapon. It had all been good fun, especially since it had left the woman immobilized while she pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenots"No one," Rosa said, an all too innocent expression on her face. "Of course, not for very long. Hard to call someone a psychopath when your head is ripped off and serving as a part of the ship's new windchimes," Rosa said with a wink. As a cup of sake was set down in front of her, Rosa happily took the cup, and downed it with a single gulp. Shaking her head as the rice wine went down stinging, she grinned a bit. "Oh, not too bad. Been looking forward to our visit," she said happily. That innocent smile grew a little. She took the jug off of the table, as if she was going to pour herself another glass.. when it happened.Fur sprouted from her skin, replacing her soft, tanned skin, and the table was picked up with those powerful legs. The table hit Shirley full on, breaking in half as Rosa pushed forward. Her hands grasped onto Shirley's shoulders, slamming her into the ground of the room. "Hi, there," Rosa said with a grin, as the fur began to ripple back into flesh. She'd been looking forward to this, yes indeed.. Besides, better to push the attack before she was held down and fucked with Seastone. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsThe table had caught Shirley entirely by surprise. It hadn't exactly hurt, nor had the hands that slammed her into the ground. Along with strength came an almost unnatural toughness, hell, bullets hardly stunned the woman. "Oh? So, that's how it's going to be?" Shirley smiled before tossing the still full glass of Sake into the woman's eyes before driving a fist into the woman's midsection. "Same rules as usual? Whoever holds the pin for ten seconds is on top?" She half asked, grinning to herself. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsRosa grinned to herself as the expected sake glass came up as retaliation, Rosa's rebuttal coming in the form of closed eyes and a swift headbutt downwards. However, the punch managed to catch her before the headbutt landed, unfortunately winding her. Wheezing slightly to herself, Rosa was off of her friend, grasping her midsection. "Yeah, same thing as usual," she said, before amending that "And no hitting me in the face with a seastone cock. That wasn't fair last time," she said, half pouting. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsShirley hadn't really been listening to the woman, having jumped up and ran over to her dresser and pulling out the steel plated gloves. Something Rosa didn't know though was that small fragments of Sea Stone were woven into the palms of the gloves, a counter measure in case she ever ran into a Logia fruit user so they'd become solid. It would be more than enough to stun Rosa though. Of course, she was already wearing the strap on, though it was a regular one, the Sea Stone one was hidden in the room. "Come on sweetie. If you are this weak, I'll have to snap your neck before we are finished." A flirtatious threat that was completely serious. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsRosa knew exactly how much of a threat that really was, and it made her grin all the more. "Aw.. And I'll have to curb stomp you into a thin red mist," Rosa said with the sweetest voice she could possibly muster. However.. she had a couple of tricks.. As fur rippled across her body, her legs strengthening into the powerful legs of a kangaroo, her feet hit the ground rapidly.. ten times, in rapid succession. And then she was gone. Rokushiki.. the six techniques of the Marine elite. Of course, she didn't know all of them. Only those renegades in CP9 knew all of them.. But Rosa had taken the time to hunt down instructors and learn the leg based ones once she got her Devil Fruit. Time to put them to good use.She disappeared in a blur, reappearing just behind her friend to deliver a nice, solid double legged kick with those massively powered legs of hers. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenots"Pff, as if your furry ass could manage that." The woman laughed, ignoring the fact that her friend had just completely vanished. She had to admit, she was curious about the Devil Fruit. If she was lucky, she might end up eating one that would augment her physical abilities. Then again, Shirley was famous for decimating Warships with her bare hands. In fact, there were rumors flying around Navy HQ that she was going to be assigned as the head of a man hunt for the Straw Hat Pirates, though something like that would require her to receive a MASSIVE promotion and she doubted that would happen.The minute she felt the legs connect with her back, she sailed across the cabin before slamming into her bed, completely destroying it. "You know sweetheart. We really need to find a new place to do this. Rebuilding this cabin ever few months is costing me a fortune." Shirley mused, standing up and launching herself at Rosa. If she did connect, her hand would wrap around the woman's neck. It would also mean she would be stunned from the Sea Stone fragments in the gloves. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsRosa grinned, which was most certainly an odd thing to see on a kangaroo. Balancing herself on her tail, she rocked back to her feet. "You love my furry ass. Don't deny it," she teased. "Anyway, do you want to do this on the deck for everyone to see?" she asked, her legs tensing up as Shirley started to move. She completely flipped mid air, her large feet touching against the roof of the cabin, before she rocketed back down toward Shirley. Turning in mid air, she attempted to wallop Shirley across the head with her tail, and the momentum of her fall. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenots"Oh? So your crew can watch me pound your ass raw? Try living that one down." Shirley laughed before twisting herself in mid air. The tail caught her across the mid section but she also managed to grab onto it, her fingers digging into it. "And with this, it's game over for you." She grinned as they both fell to the floor. The white haired woman was giving serious thought to Rosa's idea. Maybe she would drag the woman onto the deck and fuck her brains out. Ultimately the game they played was to force the other into submission, and what better way then with total humiliation? A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsAnd so it was. When Shirley grabbed onto the tail, Rosa's strength began to ebb.. The strength fled from her muscles, and her fur began to recede, as did the tail.. Until she was completely human. Grunting to herself, she glanced over her shoulder. "Bitch. You have to stop it with the seastone," she muttered, though she knew she was had. She was about to be stripped and fucked..Not that she really minded that part, of course. But still. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenots"I could. But you know, it's the only defense we normal people have against you dangerous Devil Fruit users." Though Shirley was as far from normal as most people got. She wrapped her hand around Rosa's neck before dragging her across the room and picking up the Sea Stone dildo from her dresser. In one swift movement, she had the woman over her knee before ripping her pants and panties off revealing her bare ass. "Now, this is to make sure you behave like a nice little bitch." Shirley grinned before forcing the entire thing into the woman's ass. Of course she had left it unlubricated, this was by no means supposed to be pleasant for Rosa.Then, she flung the woman through the cabin door and onto the deck, quickly following after her, wearing nothing but a twelve inch strapon and her vest. Being especially rough with Rosa, she adjusted the woman so her ass was high in the air and her face pressed against the wood of the deck. She positioned herself so the flared head of the strapon was pressing against her pussy and her face was right next to Rosa's. "This is what you wanted isn't it? To prove who is the better fighter? Well, now your whole crew is going to watch me fuck your pretty little pussy until you beg me to stop." She whispered before slamming the entire length into the woman. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenots"Ngh! Bitch!" Rosa groaned out as her pants were easily shredded off of her body, followed by the little pair of panties that she hid her trimmed sex behind. "I'm going to kick your ass," she grunted, her little back hole puckering as the seastone dildo was pressed roughly against her anus. She spread easily around the Devil Fruit neutralizing dick, spearing her ass like a lance of pain.And when she was picked up, and aimed toward the door.. her blood ran cold. Oh, hell no. Shit hit the door, splintering the wood, rolling to a pathetic stop on the wood of the deck. With her face pressed into the deck, she chewed on her full lower lip. From what she could see, her men were still standing at attention. Not a bad thing, given the situation, but their idiocy surprised her, even now. "Yeah. Better fighter. Stopping me cold with those fucking Seastone gloves doesn't prove a damn thing," she grunted, right as the strapon was pressed to her little flower of a pussy.She spread like butter for the woman, having moistened a bit during their fight, and she let out a hiss of pain as her vaginal walls were spread. She could swear that she felt the dildos basically rubbing together through the thin wall that separated them. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenots"Ohh come on now. Don't be a sore loser Rosa." Shirley chuckled to herself as her hips began the primal fuck dance, her hands pressing down on Rosa's shoulders as she slammed into the pussy ruthlessly. "If you keep up the attitude, I might have to use one of the Marbles again." She laughed. The Marbles, were about the size of a gum ball and made entirely out of polished Sea Stone. Last time, she had forced one into Rosa's ass, and from what she had heard, it took her an entire day for her to get it out.Shirley's crew knew better than to stop and stare, though many were watching out of the corners of their eyes. "Though, maybe I'll make you swallow it. It might even get stuck inside of you! Think about it forever stuck as a weak, worthless, human." She laughed, leaning back a little bit so she was lying on the deck. "You have enough energy to move a bit. Ride my cock and maybe if you do a good job. I wont fill your ass up with the marbles and plug you up!" Knowing that it would take days for the weakened Rosa to get them all out. A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenots"Ngh, ngh, unngh," she grunted each time she had that long dildo shoved into her cunt, spreading her slippery walls wide. She may have hated Shirley's obnoxiousness over winning with Seastone.. but damn, this was making her hot. "You're just afraid to fight me without your little toys," she spat, whining a bit when Shirley lay back, forcing Rosa on top of her. Pressing her hands to her friend's chest, squeezing those little breasts of hers, she rose up on the dildo once, before falling, filling her totally.She began to ride in earnest, letting out a soft yelp of pleasure every time she fell on her friend's "cock." A Special Brand of Justice One Piece RP JamieXOpenotsShirley was loving this. "Oh quit your whining. If you hadn't eaten the devil fruit this wouldn't even be an issue. Though, devil fruit users were also more likely to gain higher rank in the Navy, something that she had taken into consideration. Having her breasts fondled added to the experience as she gave Rosa a sharp smack on the rear. "Come on, if you can't pick up the pace I'll throw you overboard." Knowing full well that there was no way Rosa could go any faster. "Or, I'll give you another option."

['Rosa', 'Shirley', 'Jamiexopenotsshirley']

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Jeremiah 20:18 (FO3 RP)

It was four days after the death of James' little girl that they found him.The patrol had come back to the Citadel with three bundles of human bodies, three survivors from the Enclave's cells that had been in transit after the abandonment of Raven Rock, all three wrapped in bleached white sheets like pictures of the baby Jesus in the pre War Bible that Catherine had been so fond of. Lyons had warned her of the state of the bodies, that they two were alive but in bad condition, but she hadn't met Madison's eyes when she said it. Said she had thought it would be best if Dr. Li worked with James, because it would be good for him to have a familiar face if he woke up.Madison understood brutality: she'd seen the victims of raiders. But she had never seen what an advanced sadist could do with the proper tools and time and sick brain. One of them had lost most of the skin of his left side, dead before the patrol had returned, his flesh slick and shiny like a molerat skinned for dinner. That he had survived so long was chilling, because it spoke of a skill she'd never seen so perfected raiders, after all, did their bloodletting on a large scale over multiple bodies that they tore into pieces, and very few suffered for days like that poor man had. The other had been mostly alert, frighteningly so, and whatever she had told Lyons gave the paladin such a sour look that even her father would not approach her for days.She had been afraid to look at James, but in comparison, his wounds were minor and clustered on his right side: removed fingernails , splintered bones in his hand, two fractures along the length of the radius, several areas of burns and removed skin . Most alarming were the chemicals in his blood. He woke screaming and gibbering once before they could pump him full of pain killers. Her familiar face had been useless: nothing in his pale blue eyes said anything about recognition, even when she had shown a light into them to check for concussion.It had been six days later that he had finally woken up, skin nearly the same colour as the greying pillow under his head, and rasped, ??Water. ? Four hours after that, Madison had broken the news to him. James had watched her, face gaunt from fever and worse, his left hand clammy as she held it, trying to offer support. To help, because she loved James and he was a good man and Margo had been a good child and it wasn't supposed to be like this and and James did not speak for eleven days and seven hours. Madison feared she had lost him again. She tried preparing herself, because everyone in the Wastes knew folks who had lost so much they just... gave up. Even sorts like James, the kind of people that seemed like they always had a plan, who practically vibrated on the spot with some sort internal energy source, even those sorts snapped when their world was suddenly empty of meaning. But, after eleven days, six hours and twelve minutes, when James simply disappeared, Madison knew she hadn't prepared well enough.Because she had panicked and for the next forty minutes, most of the compound had been dedicated to finding him . On a whim, she'd gone to the Project's control area and, because she knew James, there he had been, the fingers of his undamaged hand pressed against the glass, face illuminated and made harsh by the artificial lights. He had greeted her distractedly then, in a tone so empty she wouldn't have believed it was his if she hadn't saw him speak, said, ??This was supposed to be for her. ? He didn't cry. He was silent as she helped him back to his room, back to bed. Of course, he never invited her to lay next to him, though she had hovered, waiting in case he should consider it. James didn't reach out like that when he was hurt. He was private like that and to him the worst part of his... time with the Enclave must have been that his recovery was so public. But that was all right. Madison knew James, even after all these years, and she hadn't fallen in love with him because he was an extremely easy man to get into the head of.It was all right because they had time now. They would find a way to work through this. Madison sunk down into the uncomfortable chair she'd set up next to James' bed, watching the man's face as he slept. At their age, their lines didn't disappear with sleep, but something about the thin, lined face was pleasant to her in its familiarity. James had always had a face that was only really handsome when it was moving, when those startlingly intelligent eyes were open and looking at you. She gently touched the fuzz that was growing back on his scalp, then pulled the blanket up to his shoulder.Yes. They finally had time. And after so many years of hardship, they were finally going to be allowed to slow down. Together. ??You want to leave, ? Madison echoed flatly.James looked to her then turned his head back down to the boot he was currently lacing, mostly one handedly in an exercise to increase the range of movement in his right hand again. Stupid Enclave. They'd damaged his non dominant side, but he still wanted at least partial use of his right hand again. ??Madison, there's a lot of work to do. And I can't stay here, cooped up forever. ? He stood, taping his foot against the floor to adjust the fit of the shoe. Damned Vault boots lasted forever. Would outlast the dusty linens and Brahmin leathers of his clothes. Would probably outlast him, he thought as he rubbed at the short gray hair that wasn't as long as it had been before his time with Autumn's men. ??There's work here. ? Christ, but Madison knew how to make him feel guilty. She was taking this as personally as twenty years ago. ??Yes, but I'm not needed here. You know more about soil reclamation than I do. ? He'd already made up his mind, of course: he'd been stuck in the damned Brotherhood's compound for nearly two months now, though most of that had been spent recovering from the time he'd been stuck in the damned Enclave's compound . James was tired of being stuck, especially when people still gave him that look of pity reserved for widowers who had also survived their children. He attempted a smile, but Madison wouldn't buy it, her frown deepening instead. After his time with the Enclave something was always just a bit off about him, he knew that. He'd seen it when he looked in the mirror, something dead that lurked around in the back of his eyes, something that had aged him to past Elder Lyons. He grabbed his bag. ??Let me do something useful. ? ??There's useful work here. ? Madison was following him. No, not following, but walking beside him. They were roughly the same height, with her an inch shorter at five five since both of them had come from nomadic stock, and wandering families just never had reliable food sources ??You don't need to go running across the Wastes for... for samples. We have the traveling merchants picking up dirt along their routes, ? she added as they stepped out into the main courtyard.Rather than answer her, James chose that moment to go conveniently deaf and enjoy the sunshine. It was a warm day, as most days were in late summer on the Wastes. They'd be hitting the first of the rainy seasons soon, the sort that sent living things scrambling for cover from the deadly rain, but the day was still clear and most of the Paladins were out doing their work before it got too hot later in the afternoon. Fully armed Paladins jarringly strolled along paths lined with gardens, but the mix of war and agriculture didn't seem all that strange to anyone who had grown up with the constant justaposition of violence and domesticity. The only reason James even thought of the possible disconnect was because of Margo who, during those few days the had spoken together on the Wastes, had talked about howweirdit was to see even pre pubescent kids with actual guns.Even the fight wasn't surprising: put that many testosterone fueled soldiers together and it had to get outsomehow. It was the occupants of the makeshift ring. Or, rather, one occupant. The other was a regular novice, a cocky kid with a big mouth and an even harder swing.It was his opponent that was the oddball.For one thing, he lacked the frame James had come to associate with the Brotherhood: instead of the heavy arms and back, there were the thinner, stringier muscles of a body that was producing muscle mass on a limited diet, muscles that were meant to be used to survive, not to operate power armor. For another, the way he was weaving spoke of a blood alcohol level that was most likely fatal to the inexperienced alcoholic, and that also wasn't much of a Paladin trait. ??You can't go alone, ? Madison said next to him as James rocked forward on his tiptoes, trying to give her the impression of someone who was interested in the fight.It didn't really work. ??At least take someone. One of the Knights. ? Madison didn't often touch him, being rather shy of physical contact herself, but she was close enough that he could feel her shoulder against his. Her form of holding hands, really. ??You're too old to go running around the Wastes, James. If you're going to kill yourself, at least do it here so there's a body to bury, ? she added sourly, tucking a nonexistent strand of hair behind her ear. Irritation, then. The corners of James' mouth twitched with something that could almost be classed a smile as he looked away from the fight. ??I thought you always said I deserved to end up on a hook in one of those raider camps, ? he remarked cheerfully. A boot to the ribcage wasn t necessarily the oddest, or rudest, wakeup one could receive out in the Capital Wastes. Course, there was always a chance some cowardice asshole would stumble upon you dozing, wedged between rocks or in the rotting framework of some pre war structure, and take you out for whatever was on you at the time...But that was a welcome risk for most.To face another day with your guts aching, bitterly rejecting whatever barely edible scraps that had been scrounged up the last time somethingremotelyresembling food passed between your lips or to that agonizing, wrenching pang deep in the pit of your stomach, when even the acid in your innards felt like it was drying up in some last ditch attempt to find a trace of nourishment. That is of course if you weren t caught up in the delightful burning sensation of a dosage of chems coursing through your veins, temporarily numbing any worries or concerns, soothing the starved and quenching the thirsty and occupying the bored.Even those who were well off enough to not need to scrounge or beg, were addicted to something. Everyone was looking to pass the time somehow Idle hands and all Contrary to the preaching of Pre War evangelicals, the sins of mankind were not wiped away with the blasts of the bomb. If anything, it radiated them. Made them more tempting, and more freely pursued in a land where justice was held in the hand of every Dick and Jane that could handle a weapon.Somehow, the luster of life was lost when it took so much to make it through one day alone. When the last thoughts of many drifting off to sleep was maybe I won t wake up tomorrow, in a tone that was more inquisitive than apprehensive.But that wasn t to say that all inhabitants of the Capital Wasteland were pessimistic. There were a great deal that managed to wrap themselves up in some manner of, perhaps disillusioned, optimism despite their bleak surroundings. Like that wack job from Megaton .Or that DJ who was up at all hours of the night barking about some good fight,,.. Or that little girl from Vault 101. The latter however, had been a breath of fresh air out in a stagnant swelter of sun dried carcasses and unwashed pits. And if gossiped served it s purpose with a thread of truth still in it, that angel was with her own kind now.The Wasteland had a habit of swallowing up those who tried to break free from the chaotic norm. This was no world for the innocent...Wedging the gap between the spectrum of cynicism and hopefulness, were those Wastelander s who just didn t give a shit. Whose allegiances lied with those with the most caps, or those with a bigger gun than their own. Their neutrality a basis of circumstance entirely, with a thin line that could be crossed at any given time initiated typically by pay, but on some occasions, by being swept up in a haze of potentennui.Perhaps that, in addition to what was likely a combination of various chems and alcohol to knock out a Deathclaw, was what influenced the response of a passerby when one of the Brotherhood guards had warned him to keep moving away from the Citadel walls. Or maybe it wasn't the drugs at all. Maybe it was just him.High set cheekbones, hollow and glistening with sweat beading from an inner heat rather than the midday sun, twitched slightly as the man continued to stand downwind of the of the guards. His expression deadpan, murky green eyes with dilated pupils staring up at the Citadel walls, chapped lips hung slightly agape as if he had never seen something of its likeness Slowly a sturdy black boot, made for a soldier s commission that had likely been picked off his corpse, propped up on what had once been sidewalk. The guards on either side of the entranceway exchanged glances from within their helms. No need to see each other s eyes to know they were thinking the exact same thing.This guy was jetting off his ass. Hey! The same guard who had delivered the first warning called, mustering more authority to his voice now that the warning hadn t sent the guy back towards the river. I said keep moving! Nothing.As the man s right hand raised, the guards readied their guns. Sights aimed between his thick brows, and six clicks north and three west of the his center on the pale brown vest that was almost conveniently losing its stitching over his heart. Two calloused fingers made their way to his nose, one pressed at the tip while the other pushed against his left nostril as he sharply inhaled the sound dry. With eyes still set upwards he pressed his thumb against the open nostril, glancing down for a brief moment to inspect for blood, before casually dropping the hand to scratch at the patches of black scruff that patterned like moss against his neck and face.Again, the guards exchanged glances.Their initial reaction had been for good reason. The unfortunate truth being that no one could be trusted in post apocalyptia. And despite that likely whatever he was carrying wouldn t be able to pierce their armor significantly, he was still packing. Not lightly either, from the looks of it.Strapped to his back behind the Brahmin skin bag he was carrying, which was hardly empty judging by its girth, was a combat shotgun and an assault rifle that looked in relatively decent condition. Which meant he had either just recently purchased them, had them repaired, or used them often enough to know how to repair them himself A large hunting knife was sheathed at his left side, hanging below a pistol that seemed to have a frayed hair ribbon wrapped around its grip. Look jackass The other guard chimed in, his gun still steadily aimed at the man s forehead. Shooting someone had never been necessary. Even Raider s considered it in their best interest not to storm a fortress populated by soldier s in power armor. You better keep moving, state your business or Hm? Oh were you talking to me? The man suddenly spoke up, pointing to himself, his words surprisingly coherent in his current state. Energy and awareness that had been completely absent just moments ago, suddenly pulsing through his body, causing him to fidget in place in a likeness to a reanimated corpse. Scratching his chin, darting his tongue against his broken lips, eyes darting back and forth between the two guards before him. As if he had just come to the realization again that he was alive and breathing, and could communicate with the people around him.The corner of his lips twitched upwards into a smirk, an unsettling one as no one was really certain what exactly was amusing.A step forward, standing fully on the sidewalk now. Swaying slightly off center as the sensation of being balanced on two feet once again made the world actually feel slightlylessbalanced for a moment, and rather tilted to the left which is the direction his head remained tilted in for the time being. Not acknowledging, or feeling unthreatened by the weapons aimed with trained precision, the man extended that unsettling smirk into a more unnerving grin. A few more steps were taken. Small in stride not due to wariness but rather to keep himself from toppling over.His intoxication was already poignantly clear, but falling over on a smooth surface would just seal all suspicions entirely. You boys gotta pretty nice set up in there, huh? He mused, dragging his tongue against the discolored enamel of his front teeth. Vacate the premisesnowor Premises? The head inclined towards the right, Yourpremises? Eyebrows raised, lips pursing slightly before those blood shot orbs glanced around the Citadel once again, Huh. I guess spray painting your insignia all over a building does make it yours these days, mm? I ve been meanin to draw myself up one of those, you know? Somethinreal snazzy, The emphasis of waving his hands around did not act in favor of gaining the guards interests, who had suddenly stiffened in their armor, unbeknownst to the man in front of them. Maybe a Maybe a YaoGuai Unfortunately, before that no doubt brilliant suggestion was spoken, the man s eyes suddenly fluttered backwards. The twitches and jerking motions induced by his latest fix, suddenly ceasing, and in one fluid slump, he collapsed face down on the cement beneath his feet.Out of the small group of Brotherhood soldiers that stood behind the semi unconscious man, the one towards the front removed their helmet, revealing a soft feminine face and dusty blonde locks. Had it not been for her stern gaze, she would have looked peculiar in her steel attire. The guards quickly crossed their right arms over their chest, pounding their fists firmly atop their hearts. Commander! Why was this man so close to the gates? Sarah Lyons inquired, pushing the toe of her steel boot against the man s side, rolling him over onto his back which stirred a guttural groan to indicate he was still alive. The guards remained stoic in their stance, a hesitant clearing of their throats emitting in the same manner of unison as their salute to the Pride Commander. Lyons flicked her light eyes over the man suspiciously, holstering the rifle she had used a moment ago to knock him out. His skin lacked the weather beaten appearance of a typical Raider. Armed too well to be a typical traveler, but came off to chem addled to be a useful mercenary. Kneeling beside the man s body, she hooked a finger into his collar to inspect for marks that might have indicated he was from that cult reportedly causing trouble near Arefu. No puncture marks amidst the stubble. The moment her suspicions of that possibility had cleared however, the man s eyes snapped open. His gaze dead set into hers as his hand darted up to grasp her wrist an act serenaded by a choir of guns locking into position. Startled slightly, Lyons remained very still as she peered down into the man s glossy eyes.He grinned her eyes narrowed. Gotta be pretty hot in all that armor huh babe? Had his energy not been entirely sapped up in that moment, Lyons would have taken the wrist he had grasped onto and collided the attached fist against his temple. But the man passed out, and with knitted brows the Commander rose to her feet again. Strip him of his weapons and belongings. Put him in one of the holding cells Interrogate him when he s sober. Waiting for the intruder to sober up was something no one had the patience for. Within a few hours he was awake, discovering himself to be shirtless and locked inside of a room that had once been a utility closet, but now had bars welded in place of where a typical door would have been. Within a few minutes of that, he was singing laid on the floor with his feet propped up on the stool that served as the room s only d cor. His voice not necessarily horrible, but with the slurs and the infrequent pitch ranging from a whisper to practically screaming, he gave high as a kite on the fourth of July a new meaning entirely.Needless to say, not too many songs had been sung before Commander Lyons gave the order to shut the man up. Making that a permanent effect would have reflected poorly on the Brotherhood however, as it wouldn t be in accordance to their code considering the man hadn t really done anything wrong. They hadn t any idea just what sort and how much chems was in his system, so in order to speed up the sobriety process as well as serve as what was anticipated to be both practice as well as some sort of comedic relief for the soldiers it was decided to bring the junkie out to the ring.Knock some sense back into him.If there was any to be found.Having started to doze off in the middle of the third verse of Jailhouse Rock, the sound of the door creaking open didn t seem to catch the man s attention. At least not being significant enough of a noise to distract him from attempting to remember the forgotten the words to the song he had just sang in its entirety moments before. Had the Knight said anything upon entering, the man on the floor didn t hear that either. Albeit, the near bone splitting impact of the boot against his side managed to catch his attention.Jolting upwards was likely a poor choice, but an unfortunate instinctive reaction. His expression twisted as his hands grasped the place of impact, seething through his teeth as his blood shot eyes fixated on the helmless man standing above him. The Knight s lips twitched only slightly, but there was a suppressed masochistic gleam in his eyes that gave away how good that had felt. Keeping in line with being part of the upright figureheads of a near anarchist society was not always easy after all..Sometimes it felt good to slip up, if only briefly. Ngh The man swallowed heavily, blinking slowly, one eye at a time. Gotta request? Yeah, it s called get your ass up and walk. The Knight gestured his gun towards the hall. Don t think I know that one. Not amused, the Brotherhood soldier watched the prisoner unsteadily rise to his feet, scratching at three deep, long lesions that angled at the center of his chest. His entire body was patterned with scars and bruises of varied sizes and shapes. Medals in their own rights for surviving whatever situation they had been earned from. Some had healed over nicely, others still seeped as if they had never been tended to. Aside from the rather significant claw like marks across his abdomen, the man s forearms seemed to be suffering the most damage. Dozens of puncture marks decorated thick, pulsing veins like pearls on a necklace. Bruises patched in black and green were frayed with scratch mark from an incessant, pestering itch. Needles used to inject psycho were nearly always filthy it was a wonder none of the marks looked infected.It was a wonder that a person so far gone still could breathe.Nose twitching as he inhaled sharply several times in quick succession, psyching himself up to move forward or perhaps the side effect of another chem, he stepped out of the cell and was oh so gently nudged in the direction of the courtyard doors by barrel of the Knight s gun. His eyes darted around quickly as he walked, noticing too many things too fast to comment on all of them cohesively. Stepping out into the sunlight caused a very clear Nghh bright lights as he lifted one lean arm up to shield his eyes, the thoughts that had rapidly spun within his head seconds earlier now gone, replaced by a quick study of his new surroundings, the group of people seemingly appraising him as he did the same in return.A stocky young initiate with a lopsided grin and thinning hair crossed his arms across his chest. Oh this won t even be fair. He mused, watching the prisoner continue on towards the ring center after the Knight had paused by the door. Hey, any of you seen that blonde broad around here? The man gestured towards the group of Initiates, rubbing his chin with one hand as he eyed with a near lecherous gaze at one of the women who, judging by her expression, did not return the interest. She s gotta bit of a sour face on her, but tell her Harlow can turn that scowl into something sweet A quirk of a brow didn t earn him any more favor in the crowd, but the grin on the balding initiate faded at the comment made about the Commander. Within a moment his fist was raised, and though Harlow hadn t been looking in the direction of the soldier at all, he had moved from the spot by the time the punch that was intended for his cheek landed.Jumping back a few steps, Harlow raised his hands with a grin as he observed the brief perplexed look on the initiates face. Hey hey hey now, you want something sweet too buddy you re gonna have to wait your turn He purred in a manner that made the seriousness of his comment extremely uncertain. Whether he had intended to be sarcastic or not the initiate, as well as several others in the crowd, looked appalled and seeming to feed off of the reaction, the shirtless man pursed his lips with a slightsmackingsound. Gotta keep your doors open or you ll miss out on life. His laughter was loud, almost villain esque had it not been for the almost girlish giggles that came after as the Initiate s face went from ghostly pale to a most enraged shade of red. His opponent jolted forward again, but again Harlow dodged as if he had seen the punch coming before the fist had been balled. Stammering backwards, he raised his arms to block the incoming blows. His hips swaying in a manner that seemed like he was dancing. Blinded perhaps by a mix of naivety and youthful rage, the initiate was too busy focusing on landing a punch against the man s face that he paid no attention to guarding himself.Harlow ducked to the side, cutting the small space between them with his own fist, striking with enough unexpected force to cause the man to go stumbling backwards. As the initiate sputtered, bending to grasp his side, Harlow took notice of figures he hadn t noticed in his initial scan of the area.One of them, who hadverynice legs. HEY! He yelled, pointing in the direction of the one standing next to the figure with nice legs. That one was foryoubaby! He winked, and as he went to enthusiastically blow a kiss in her direction, a loud snarl interrupted him as did the shoulder of the Initiate that had sent him hurdling backwards against the ground. It was as if Harlow had a big red flag wrapped around his midriff just taunting his opponent or perhaps his red flag had been his own big mouth.As he lay sprawled out on the ground, his expression twitched slightly. A peculiar quirk to his brows as he shifted slightly, reaching an arm behind his own back. Mn I think I broke something He groaned, pulling out from behind him a now very bloody, and mostly shattered, glass of Nuka Cola. God, the kid was a mess. Some men, mostly slavers or those with tiny penises and a large chip on their shoulder, kept logs of their accomplishments in the form of tattoos scrawled all over their bodies. Not this one. There would be little room for such intricate body art around all the scars, white and smooth, raised all over his body. And where there weren't injuries, there were other marks of miss care: dirt, drugs, what have you. This was a body that wasn't considered anything but a tool. God, he was an ugly old bastard, wasn't he?James grinned in his own way, a subtle tightening around the eyes that even Madison didn't catch because she was too busy watching the cock fight. The man was taunting, practically singing, to the knight like he'd been out under the sun for way too many days with nothing more than some dirty water, like his brains had been cooked.He liked him already.They caught the end of a gay joke, which, based on the mumble that went through the assembled soldiers, went over about as well as one could expect in an order that seemed to be founded around homo eroticism . It threw the kid, the real kid, off and the next punch caught air while his sparing mate landed a good, solid strike right beneath the ribs, winding the poor kid.James was more than surprised when they made eye contact and there was an actual awareness there. Huh. He'd thought the man was so drugged out of his mind he'd been attacking shadows. Usually, men didn't hit on other men, when the other men were in a big group with even bigger armor and guns. ??That one was for you baby! ? Next to him, Madison made a low sound of disgust, being far too serious to enjoy a compliment from a man so... so, well,that.It wasn't a fair fight. Knights didn't really understand fighting, not like how Wastelanders learned it, and Wastelanders could survive on their own against each other, even without guns. But Knights were much, much bigger and the ugly bastard was more concerned with making a show than not getting another injury. Add in the fact that getting beat by the man that just flirted with you would be devastating to the fragile ego of a young man's man, and, well...Hearing the muffled crack, noise swallowed up by blood and flesh, James cringed. The initiate seemed surprised, like he hadn't expected the older man to go down so easily, then started to cheer, but James was already pushing his way through the sparse crowd, leaving Madison behind with his bag. The bottle the man on the ground had pulled out from underneath him was covered in the vibrant red of new blood, glittering in the sun.So much for leaving.He crouched down, pulling a pair of Brahmin leather gloves from his pocket as he did. They wouldn't sterilize like the polyurethane of the Vault examination gloves, but they were better than nothing, especially when dealing with the blood of what was either obviously a druggie, a lunatic or both. The men around them were starting to disperse back to their own duties, save for the soldier that had been assigned to the ? well, if there was a soldier, prisoner then. It was the soldier he addressed first, voice steady as if he often told Knights what to do.He did. It was one of those funny things about life, where a over the hill doctor could make a young man in both the prime of his life and power armor consider disobeying other orders. ??Hey, you want to go grab a couple of people from the med wing? Tell them to bring a stretcher? ? The young man shifted. ??Doc, ? he said politely, diplomatically. ??Commander Lyons told me ?? ??Told you to watch him. Got it. ? Madison dropped down next to him, similar gloves on her hands as she touched the man's tanned, scared shoulder. ??But that was before he started bleeding into the dirt. ? With tiny shattered shards still lodged into his back, the frazzled dark haired man stared for a moment at the bloody chunks of glass in his palm before dropping the hand down to wipe against his thigh. The skin far too calloused, and the lingering haze of Jet still choking off any proper connection to his peripheral nerves, for the pain to make any significant difference to him. It was a wonder he had even realized there had been a bottle lodged in his back in the first place. Had the events occurred just a few hours prior, no doubt the Wastelander would have stood up and staggered off like a walking, bleeding advertisement for Nuka Cola not just a thirst quencher, but a poor man s shank!Dropping his hands to the dusty ground of the arena, Harlow crooked his neck to the side dark eyes glazed and watering, dilated red vessels webbing across the whites wellalmostwhites off whites, yellowish even , flicking upwards towards the sky with a squinting, vacant stare unable to control them, iris nearly rolling back into his skull entirely before mustering a bit of focus to twitch them back so as to clear up his vision. Not that it helped much. The polluted beigeish color scheme of the Wasteland all started to blend together in some peculiar kaleidoscopic smog. The painted symbol of the Brotherhood on top of one of the towering walls, split and multiplied, the wings spread outward, the sword pulsed, becoming engorged and veiny before it shattered, sending the gears spiraling towards his face. Nghh.. Harlow flinched, gritting his teeth as he wrenched his eyes shut raising an arm up across his face to shield himself from the invisible projectiles. A guttural groan roused in his throat, slightly wet in its resonance from the lingering saliva that he hadn t quite swallowed yet partially because he wasn t entirely certain hecouldswallow, at least not without choking or spitting up, and that would just be bad form but also that twinge of metallic tang seemed like a bullet was lodged in his throat.. His adams apple quivered underneath patchy silver and black scruff, opening one eye to peer out beneath the curve of his elbow, narrowing his brows at the murky sky.Seeing shapes or faces in the clouds wasn t startling, even during the most obscure trip. But this face this face wasreallyclear. Vivid. Damn right realistic! The wrinkles, the gray stubble and wiry, thick brows Hell it even had a body! And a voice?...that last batch must ve been laced The arm draped over his face slid upward across his sweaty forehead, smoothing back his mussed locks head crooking to the opposite side with a slight crack as he attempted to focus on this figure who suddenly seemed a lot closer than when he had initially opened his eyes. Something had been said, something that he had heard and taken in but then immediately lost. In one ear, out the other. What was that? Doctor?This guy? What s goin on Doc? Harlow muttered, grimacing somewhat as he shifted his weight to try and prop himself on his elbows. The initial push upward was a rough one, feeling all of a sudden as if lead was pumping through his body instead of blood. Dead weight. The high was starting to wear off. He grunted, nostrils flaring, brows furrowed in deep concentration as he scraped his arms against the broken cement the muscles in his abdomen tensing and quivering involuntarily. Though, all the tightness and straining suddenly vanished the moment the woman knelt beside him. Tensing turned to flexing, shoulders squaring back and chin rising nobley one eye still half lidded, one brow still quirked.A sly , lewd smile hanging on his chapped and broken lips. Andhellloooonurse How s it goin doll face? He hadn't been sure before, but now he was certain that the guy bleeding into the ground was his age, give or take a few years. It was hard to tell the idiot had done so much damage to his body that he very well might be Margo's age, but James would put him, now that he was close enough to look into eyes all right, single eye the colour of the sort of mush that leaked out of crushed 'roaches, at somewhere from thirty five all the way up to fifty.It took a frighteningly long time for that one eye to focus on them, enough to give Madison the chance to hiss at the boy one last time to get the stretcher as James had asked, or so help her god.James had glanced up only for a moment, eyes following the kid as he fled to the compound's hospital, then turned his head back to Madison and offered a grin. Madison, and she never let him forget it, was not a medical doctor. She liked plants. She dealt with people because she knew which end to hold a scalpel . Her lips disappeared into a thin line, disapproving, playing the straight man to James, but he could see the tiny twitch at the corners of her mouth that meant under the act she was amused. Useful work? she parroted from earlier in their conversation. James let out a snort. He might not want to fuck Madison, much to her dismay, but he was fond of her humor.The voice the other man spoke in was... wet. Somewhat gooey, like he had a lump of mucus lodged from the bottom of his lungs all the way up to his nose but he hadn't had a chance to clear it. Not exactly the best impression. Not exactly the correct voice to attempt wooing middle aged botanists, either.That twitchy, almost smile evaporated from Madison's face leaving behind nothing but dry irritation, the sort James didn't really want to laugh at, so he reached out with his gloved hands to grip the other's chin, turn his head towards him so he could see those yolk y eyes. Who let you out here this high? he asked pleasantly, tilting his own head back just a little to compensate for eyes that were starting to have problems seeing things too close to him. Roll over on your stomach for me, would you?

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91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

Pat Hunter 11th June, 1933 10:51 AM Lawless, Illinois Exact Location: Veleno Familigia Mansion It was supposed to finally come to an end, or so rumors had hinted as much. The Prohibition Era had been one of the most frustrating time frames, particularly for the mafia families spread throughout the United States. While booze was the main thing that authorities had their eyes on, it was by no means the only things that could be confiscated if one wasn't careful. Drugs, weapons, trafficking, brothels, and many more popular vices that people tended to indulge in.With the Vanetti, Orco, and Galassia families having steadily fallen apart, new ones rose in its place. Just as empires rose and fall, now was no exception.Although the Veleno Familigia had most of its members linked by blood, there were a good number who were taken in after proving themselves to the don. One of these such individuals was Pat Hunter, whom was viewed as something of a prodigy given they were also the youngest Veleno member still barely seventeen, and yet possessing years worth of skills. Particularly in their aim with a firearm. It was always a sight for the more experienced and older mafia members to behold, question, and admire all at once.And indeed, quite a few had tried to pry and ask for how Pat had gained such skills.Most were given a rather curt reply along the lines of "Just be glad someone here has them". Some accepted and agreed that was true. Others, naturally, didn't take too well to it. But even those who weren't overly fond of the lip they received from the young teen never dared to act on their reactions, if only to avoid incurring the wrath of their own leader.There was, of course, a reason for these responses. It was just one of those things that no oneneededto know. So, Pat ensured to keep it from everyone, even the don, despite it being a risky gesture.Naturally, a lot of people had asked their leader why they were fine being out of the loop."Don't you know they're holding some shit back from you?!""Of course. But if it were important enough, I'd extract that information myself."The leader in question,Marco Veleno, wove a hand through the air, dismissing the matter."Go get Pat and some of the others. It's almost nearing time to meet up with the other Familigia in the neutral ground and get our supplies."A scoff was the first response, but no further arguments were offered. Within minutes, Pat and three other men walked inside the don's office, wearing expectant expressions."It's almost time, as I'm sure you all know," Marco stated, waiting until everyone gave some affirmative gesture or reply. After seeing what he wanted, he looked over towards one of the more familiar faces to him, someone who had been in the Veleno Familigia much longer than Pat. Then again, itwashis eldest son, born from his own flesh and blood. It made sense that Marco would trust the man he was now staring at."Alessandro? Are the women ready for transport?""As is the booze, yes.""Good. Leonardo and Pat? Go grab the liquor. Alessandro and Lucas? Go get the women."All four nodded, though it didn't escape anyone that Pat looked less than pleased. Thankfully, everyone would stay quiet until they were out of ear shot. Then and only at that moment did Leonardo speak up, "Really not fond of selling them out, are ya?""No. That can be done with them still having their freedom intact.""So the fuck are you doing with us then? You knew when you joined up, didn't you?"Leaning down, the young man grabbed one of the barrels of liquor and started carrying it away. An irritated scoff passed Leonardo's lips as he muttered a few words under his breath. Still, he knew they were all pressed for time, and now wasn't the best moment to begin a major argument. Minutes later, the other two Veleno members would arrive, with a dozen females walking in an eerily calm fashion behind the men. Whether they had simply accepted their fates or had them beaten into them was anyone's guess."Alright! Off we go!"Pat would be in the back, with Alessandro driving the van. The engine roared and slowly but very surely the vehicle headed to the 'neutral ground' the don had spoken of. An abandoned cinema. Since it had been shut down for a few years, it wasn't under the normally watchful eyes of the police, and thus made these exchanges easier to comply with. Around the same time at the Salvatori WarehouseIt was all true with the Vanettis wiped out to nearly extinction, the Orcos disbanded, and the Galassias moved on, two families seized the opportunity to rise to power in Lawless, Illinois. One would be the Veleno and the other, Salvatori. They had not wanted their growing empires to collapse in the same fashions that their predecessors suffered, and so Don Marco Veleno andDon Albert Salvatorifounded a sort of peace treaty where both profit off the peoples habits without stepping on each other's toes.Lawless Heaven was still the crowned jewel, the ultimate whiskey, and its most sought after recipe sold to the Veleno from an anonymous seller. The booze trade belonged to them as well as a quarter of the women in the city that operate the brothels. What was left in the market was run by Don Albert not a man in the city can get his hands on a gun or even an ounce of cocaine without his knowledge. An arguable claim.To compete with Lawless Heaven, the Salvatori hustled the purest cocaine, known as Chicago Snow.A crew of six men stashed the drugs in crates the size of gas ranges and on top was a wooden piece with a false bottom filled with soft hay and empty glass jars. The false bottom trick proved useful if ever stopped by the cops or to divert unwanted attention. It was how the family transported all their goods. Three more crates held the same packages of Chicago Snow with empty jars on top and two more crates in equal size contained revolvers and four new Tommy guns.Among the crew wasAndreas Russoand a tragic past was how he came onto the Salvatori family. He'd been orphaned at a young age and as a dear friend of the family, Don Albert and his wife, Lady Rosalina, adopted him as their own. Everyday he worked harder than others in the family to live up to their expectations. Since being chosen to be the next don without a drop of Salvatori blood, Andreas had a lot to prove. He often received backlash for Don Albert's decision especially from his cousin Antonio who would also be on the crew for today's arrangements.The two lifted the heavy gun crates and loaded them into the back of the box truck. Paolo and Tomas were inside to receive the shipment, using their brawn to push the crates further in and chain them down. With the group effort, they were packed up by 11:00 AM and ready with Paolo and Tomas remaining in the rear for unloading time, Manny would drive, Stefano rode shotgun, and Antonio and Andreas were in Antonio's black Rolls Royce as the blocker car for security.11th June, 1933 11:17 AM Abandoned Odyssey Theater"If we have to wait on them, then they're late. That's that. And don't expect him to say anything about it." Antonio gestured to Andreas over his shoulder with a sharp thumb as he conversed with the men. Everyone had been huddled beside the truck in their usual spot for the trade off behind the building. There was a place where the dumpsters were located that served as an ideal blind spot. "I'll tell'em. I got things to do on a peaceful Sunday like this, you know."Meanwhile, Andreas had finished the last of his smoke before approaching the others. His face held little emotion despite the irritation that bullied him. There was no arguing with his older cousin when he was like this.Paolo had a softer side for Andreas, "Hey birthday boy, I hear the Don's letting you get first pick on an escort when they get here. Yeah, I even heard him say this is the finest batch we'll ever get and he paid top dollar."Today was his 18th birthday and Andreas remembered the conversation with Don Albert well. In fact, he had said, "You don't have many friends your own age and I never see you with female company. Are you still a virgin? We'll fix that. I insist, Andreas! You're at the cusp of your manhood, surely this will bring you over. Just relax, son. I'll arrange everything for you!""Yeah, he mentioned it. A whole day with her in a hotel suite on fifth." Andreas answered. The jealousy was apparent on each man's face but he did not share their enthusiasm. Then they all spoke up at once, giving him tips for his first time. Antonio would rather share his own experiences that he accomplished in his early teens and said he thought Andreas was not interested in women at all. "No, no, it's not like that at all. I just... wanted things to happen more naturally.""Such a romantic." Antonio teased and rolled his eyes."Wait, sounds like they're here." And Andreas straightened the creases out of his white coat and brushed off any lint."It's about damn time." Pat Hunter It wouldn't be until they were minutes away from the cinema that finally, the lingering silence was broken. He didn't look back mainly because he was driving but Alessandro's question was very clearly directed at Pat."You came prepared, right?"The others looked over at the don's son, eyebrows slightly rose."The fuck's that supposed to mean?" Leonardo asked. He wouldn't have to wait long for clarification though, as Pat nodded and lightly patted the rear pocket of his pants."Of course. I always come ready."Though it couldn't be seen by anyone except Lucas, whom was sitting beside her, he helped confirm what she'd touched. A pistol that had been tucked away and concealed with her clothes."H Hey now, is that really a wise move?!""It's been my suggestion, if that helps ease your worries," Alessandro calmly replied.Leonardo and Lucas looked between one another, still wearing slightly worried looks."Let's be real," Alessandro continued, keeping his eyes peeled on the road, "How much longer do you two honestly expect these exchanges to go well? Have you ever considered what'll happen if either side fails to offer enough of the products to the other side?"The silence all but gave away the obvious reply of 'definitely not', which resulted in a smug "Hmph" passing Alessandro's lips."See, this is what me and father have been discussing in careful detail. Don't mistake our what if for desire, though. We're just being cautious and simultaneously realistic. As long as the Prohibition Era continues, it's going to make these businesses difficult to conduct. People have tried to insist it'll end soon, but we've yet to see actual proof of this. Until that day arrives, we have to assume we'll be stuck in this bullshit routine of avoiding the cops while having to cooperate with the Salvatori Familigia.""Fine," Leonardo began to answer, "But then why not tell us about this? Why leave the kid with a role like being 'designated gun man'? You trying to get him killed or something?""You still have yet to beat me in accuracy or quickness," Pat murmured in a low, irritated tone."Not just that," Alessandro chimed in, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his face, "Can you honestly say you'd expect the youngest person to be the one to watch out? Pretend you were on the opposite side before answering and think about that.""Hmmm ... "Both Lucas and Leonardo turned to look at Pat, seeming to take the future heir's suggestion literally."I suppose I kinda see your point," Lucas admitted."Fine. I guess you win for now." Leonardo concurred.Only after the two others looked away did Pat roll their eyes, something that was only seen by Alessandro and Lucas courtesy of the rear view mirror."You know, that cocky attitude of yours will really bite ya in the ass one of these days."Pat shrugged nonchalantly. "Tell me something Idon'tknow."Before Lucas shoot a quip over, the van jerked abruptly."No more, boys. We're here.""Only one boy here," Lucas mumbled, getting out alongside Alessandro first, allowing Leonardo and Pat to climb over the front seats and exit the vehicle afterwards. While Pat, Lucas, and Leonardo began opening the back doors to show off both women and liquor, Alessandro would address the Salvatoris."Hope you haven't been waiting too long. We intend to make it well worth it though."Just like before, Pat stuck to dragging the alcohol out, refusing to lay so much as a finger on the women. Although a closer look allowed Pat to better see none from this batch had been physically harmed. In the past, some had needed literal sense slapped into them to help 'tame' them ... some nonsense like that. And yet, it was almost hard to say they looked better.There was a void in every woman's eyes. Like they had accepted their role as property to a degree that caused them to lose their humanity and thus become marionettes.The sight made Pat's eyes narrow, though nothing was said aloud.Eventually, six crates of Lawless Heaven would be set down on the ground of the Odyssey Theater. All twelve women stepped out into view. Most were Caucasian, though there were a small handful of what the don tended to call 'exotics' immigrants whom had come to America in hopes of getting a new life."So like always .... send one of your own over to examine the goods and ensure they're satisfactory."Alessandro gently placed his hands atop Pat's shoulders."He'll return the same gesture with examining your own goods. Who're you going to choose?" Everything was routine as soon as the Velenos appeared. With all parties present, both would unload their crates without wasting more time than necessary. Such a process had been familiar for the past couple of years but it was only just a year ago that Andreas had started to attend beside his cousin to learn how to handle this part of the business.So Andreas gave the nod to Paolo and Tomas, the usual muscle of any operation. Their constant pairing under Salvatori orders was why one was hardly far from the other. They knew their cue without any word and climbed into the truck. It would take two men to carry the heavy crates out as it did bringing them in. The crates were lined up on their side of the exchange grounds to be inspected by the Veleno party. Both Antonio and Andreas noticed their own shipment seemed slightly low in comparison to their rival's. Any one here could do the simple math five crates for six plus 12 women?Don Albert already assured the two Salvatori brothers before their departure that he paid cash for the women for Andreas's birthday.Still, with an entire crate short, a cold sweat on the back of Antonio's neck and the look he shared with Andreas tempted the non blood to handle this transaction on his own. It was why Antonio renounced his earlier statement. The one about bringing up to the Velenos that punctuality actually means something people with lives. With a simple raise of his hand, dismissing his uneasiness and Andreas who nearly moved, Antonio stepped forward. The 23 year old always assumed responsibility for these meetings and today was just another Sunday."You know, and it just kills me to say this as a big fan of booze, but I already know you're gonna have to take one back. Y'see, we're a little short." Antonio crossed the empty lot, addressing everyone present at once. Even to Manny and Stefano who hadn't yet noticed they only had five crates. Then he paused, or at least slowed his pace and waited for Pat to meet him halfway. Addressing Alessandro from one Salvatori to the Veleno heir, "Must've been some miscommunication. On our part, of course."Andreas's eyes had fallen over each individual's face before landing onto Pat's and finally, the women lined up for trade. There was an urge to upchuck this morning's breakfast that brewed in the depths of his stomach. Though he was unsure of the source of the urge, whether he was just nervous or excited about his first time with a woman or that look that lacked luster and light as they stared straight ahead. Seriously, he wondered, why they should have eyes at all. So he turned away to open each individual lid to the crates as a distraction, ready for Pat. Looking across the paved lot, he recognized Antonio's blue coat and matching felt hat when he finally reached Alessandro and extended a friendly greeting.For someone as sour as Antonio, such an attitude was out of the ordinary. It was not the attitude he sung about just minutes ago."Uncle Albert and my father Davino would like to invite you, Don Marco Veleno, and few of your clan over to the manor tonight. We're celebrating Andreas's manhood. I mean, birthday." He chuckled while reaching for something on the inside pocket of his coat. He soon dropped the idea, finding his hands innocently in the air, probably startling the men that stood behind Alessandro. "Take it easy, fellas. Remember, we're all on the same side." Their suspicious looks eased when he tried again, with one hand still raised while the right hand reached inside for a closed envelope stamped with the wax seal of an ornate S. It contained a letter appropriate for a dinner invitation signed by Don Albert."Heis your future business partner after all. It's time we recognize that all of us."Other than Antonio and Alessandro's conversation, the lot was cold and quiet. Andreas heard every word, everyone did, despite being a few feet away. His ears were tinted red and hot from slight embarrassment and when he released a long sigh, his shoulders released a lot of tension, "You know I can hear you, Tony."Antonio's smile twitched.Tony. Ugh.Everyone seemed to be bringing a lot of attention to this 18th birthday. It'd been like this since his first birthday in the Salvatori home from carnivals on the front lawn to train rides around the country. This year there would be a small party in the afternoon that Don Albert claimed was necessary for more gift giving and then a large dinner and desserts. It was the most Andreas could convince his adopted father to dial it back to."Anyways, whaddaya say, Alessandro? And then surely we can make amends next exchange." Pat Hunter As Antonio began walking forward, Pat took that as their cue to do the same. This was not the very first time he had been chosen to walk over and examine the merchandise, but for some reason, today felt more ... tense than usual. Pat couldn't pinpoint why or he hadn't been able to. However, when it was explained, Pat lifted his head and saw Antonio was absolutely right. The math was off.Only by one, but that was all it took with certain things. For one of anything to be missing and .... bam. That could be the end of literally anything, including a business deal like what was happening now.Alessandro merely chuckled, waving his hand through the air."Honestly? We've been more concerned that you give us what we ask for. Amount is ... a bonus, but not nearly as mandatory as you're thinking."When it was finally mentioned that today was a special day Andreas' eighteenth birthday that only made Alessandro's coy smile widen. "See? Isn't that more of a reason to keep the extra this time around? It won't kill us to allow one more bit of booze to go to ya'll."Pat, meanwhile, looked between the crates of guns, ammunition, and drugs. All were heavy in their own rights, so ... there was no 'easy' pick when it came to trying to choose the lightest box. Looking back to the others with a 'Ya mind helping me out?' sorta look, Lucas nodded and moved forward, knowing it'd otherwise taketoolong to move everything back and forth.Alessandro, meanwhile, would stay with Leonardo and speak with Antonio. Oddly, Alessandro would look more serene than anyone would have perhaps guessed. It was almost like there had never been any issues in the past with anyone from the Salvatori Familigia .... even though that was definitely not true. Over the past month if not a few things had gotten smoother. Maybe that was just him having wishful thoughts, though.Either way, he wasn't gonna initiate any unnecessary arguments. Definitely not without a damn good reason, anyway.Reaching out, he took the invitation in his own hand and opened it, beginning to look over the contents of the letter."I can certainly see about speaking to my father about this. We'll probably be able to figure something out and send a few of us over."By the time he uttered that verdict, Pat and Lucas were working on bringing the last crates over into their van. Antonio suddenly clapped his hands together and rubbed his enclosed palms with delight, "You're one of the good ones!"He then twisted his body halfway around and gave a more irritated look to the men and waved them over. He of course was gesturing to, and they knew who they were, Stefano who nudged Manny in the side with the sharpest point of his elbow to get his attention and together they walked to retrieve the boxes. After so many exchanges, they still had to be told to take action. The two in the truck were squatted, sweaty, and on standby for the receiving shipment. The doors were left wide open and the opening faced the clearing so they could see.Sometime in between the parties crossing back and forth with the crates, Andreas took it upon himself to gather the women. The Russo Salvatori closed the distance between them while his fingers gently tossed then combed his hair back and cleared his throat. "Ladies, if you'll please..." Andreas's voice was low but polite. He was slightly intimidated by the nature of their beauty and it showed. He had extended his arm to guide them on a straight path to the truck and thankfully they moved silently. But the situation grew even more awkward watching them climb in one by one to sit or stand with the cargo as if they were cargo themselves, and then the space grew smaller among them and they were practically shoulder to shoulder. That was before Paolo and Tomas jumped in with them.Each grabbed a door and Paolo gave Andreas a friendly wink while Tomas teased, "Don't worry, lover boy. I'll put in a good word with them." And before poor Andreas could object, they were slammed shut inside and there was a small maniacal laughter belonging to the man muffled behind the metal walls.Andreas had been bright red in the face once more when he reached Alessandro and Antonio. He placed a hand on Antonio's left shoulder to make his presence known. "Everything's been loaded up. They're waiting on your say so.""Everything's loaded?" His cousin asked again."Yeah. And checked." Since he noticed Antonio hardly paid attention to the contents.To Alessandro, just after witnessing Pat and Lucas carry over another crate, "Well I guess that's it!" Then placing one step behind him, half turned in the opposite direction, "We're all looking forward to ya's company tonight. And... haha, if you wouldn't mind bringing a little more female company for the rest of us...?"Andreas groaned, his voice amplified from frustration, ""Alright, alright, I'm just kidding. I mean, a little. I'm only saying Andreas doesn't have to be the only one of us to get lucky, eh?"Manny started up the truck and pulled it around the lot before dipping into the street in the direction of the warehouse. He had gotten a couple of complaints from Tomas and Paolo, as they slammed their fists and knocked on the walls to get the driver's attention, about it being ridiculously hot in the back.1:03 PM Front door of Don Albert Salvatori's estateAntonio discussed with Andreas, in vague detail, his last chore of the day after dropping him off here. He hinted that he'd be meeting with a loyal buyer soon who was interested in more of the Chicago Snow product, deep into Veleno territory. That's what Andreas knew when he said, "It's none of your business, Russo," after asking where he was going if not inside the manor with him. Since none of the Salvatori famiglia would, at least not for Andreas, one day it was up to him to tail Antonio to see exactly what mischief he'd been up to. He orchestrated multiple business exchanges within the rival family's borders and was closer to trouble each time. He'd convinced some of the Salvatori without knowledge of Don Albert to help him carry things out and hustled his own money, promising everyone a cut but only if they swore to secrecy.Andreas never confronted his cousin about the matter. He couldn't. Tension was tight enough within their own family but now nearly creating a war with the other to feel like a boss was ignorant on his part and it would take a larger force to stop it. Andreas knew he was wrong to think it, but he hoped that force would be "Hey, are you deaf? Hurry up and scram already." Antonio restarted his car and sped off as soon as Andreas closed the door behind him, a single bottle of Lawless in his hand. Manny and the others had long since dropped by, just to deliver the prostitutes, Paolo, and Tomas. The back of the truck was unbearably scorching and dark, so it was more of a favor for them while they took the other goods to the warehouse.Andreas was welcomed by his father in the Grand Entry Hall. The women were lined up and despite the circumstances, seemed in better condition now that they were much cooler. Because of his presence, he was forced to really examine this month's selection, and he made an effort to stay composed under the stress. He supposed it was the guilt of trafficking human beings that made him so nauseous. But he hadn't wanted to look weak in front of Don Albert."Ah, the final decision. It's so exciting, no?" Don Albert flashed a wide grin at his son, "It all comes down to this!""Yeah you, you've really outdone yourself this time. It's so hard to choose..." Andreas's eyes fell onto one of the exoticas. A Chinese, no doubt. She had the eyes and the dark hair of an Asian native. "Does she speak English?""You want one that talks?""Well..""Oh! I didn't think you were into the name calling trend..." Albert Salvatori massaged his chin thoughtfully."N no wait, it's not like th ""Well I hadn't thought to specify that. Check her tongue, see if it's in there."Andreas looked to him, appalled, with his mouth agape and eyebrows to the ceiling, "To see if it'sinthere??""Yes! You know the disobedient ones get theirs taken out and ""And what if it isn't?""Then she doesn't speak at all!"Andreas rolled his eyes then gazed upon the beautiful woman he favored. "I probably should have just asked you myself. So... what's your name?" He hadn't lay a finger on her, and was not going to force open her mouth and risk seeing a bloody stub of a tongue... Patricia Hunter Within moments, the last box of ammunition, weapons, and drugs left both Pat and Lucas' hands, landing on the floor of the van with a loudthud. Pat took advantage of knowing no more crates would need to be moved to lean against the inside of the van. Exhausted breaths were the only things the Salvatoris would hear from Pat and Lucas both as the two said nothing aloud, and simply regained their breath."You two wanna stay there?" Alessandro jokingly asked."Fuck no!" Lucas shot back. Pat chuckled softly, shaking his head from side to side before giving his own reply."No, thanks. A few more minutes and I'll be out.""We both will," Lucas mumbled, Pat rolling their eyes in response."Every time I've tried to talk for you, you bitch back at me. Make up your mind.""Goddamn punk ... ""Hey!" Alessandro called back, the once playful tone quickly turning very serious. "Not here. Not back home even. You know what? Lucas, you stay there?""Bullshit! Why me?!""Because you lose your cool way quicker than Pat."" ... Tch ... " Unfortunately, with that being the only argument to offer, it was otherwise clear Alessandro's judgement had been correct. Pat would walk out a few minutes later, offering the don's son an appreciative bow of his head before climbing in the back of the vehicle."Alright, guys. We'll very likely see you later. Sorry you had to hear that. Later!"Once all the doors were closed, all of the members of the Veleno Familigia would move out of the theater and head back to their headquarters. Pat quietly closed his eyes, fairly assuming that once they returned, there would be quite a bit of work to be done. .... It hadn't been intentional. But somewhere in between riding in the car and keeping his eyes closed, it seemed Pat had fallen asleep. Light snickering and jesting made his eyes begin to open, the gentle shaking of his shoulders helping him fully awaken."You weren't tuckered outthatquickly. Were ya?" Leonardo teased."Not from the trip, no. But those crates and lifting them repeatedly? A bit."Leonardo and Alessandro would merely respond with a quick "Heh", but keep it at that. Alessandro nodded behind Pat. "Why not go get everything out and unpacked with Lucas? I'll take Pat to speak with my father regarding our invitation."" ... You're really gonna take that up?"Alessandro shrugged, as if to ask why not. "We'd be more foolish to decline it. Wouldn't you agree?" Leonardo started to open his mouth, only to halt as Alessandro rose a hand. "Tell ya what if it does bother you that much, I can see about requesting you to stay behind. But .... I don't know how well Father will take to hearing that."Leonardo scoffed in annoyance, eventually letting out an irked huff. "Fine, fine. Don't give him any definite answer. Besides, it'll be his call in the end, so ... "Alessandro flashed a knowing smirk, waiting for Pat to finish rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before walking inside with his friend. "You did really well. They didn't give you trouble when you walked over, yes?"Pat chuckled softly, "You kidding? Didn't even check me. "Alessandro's grin widened as he rubbed Pat's back softly. "You may not have our surname, but you do us a great service." There was a slight pause before Alessandro's voice lowered, "Between you and me? Some days, I feel you're more fit to take over."Thatmade Pat's eyes widen. "What ... really? Me?""Yeah. But ... I kinda figured you'd react that way. I can't blame you. EvenI'mnot overly fond of the idea much, and I have no say. I definitely envy you, that's for damn sure. You got a lot more freedom than me. Anyway ... I digress. Let's go report back, shall we?" Back at the Salvatori mansion, meanwhile, all of the women were staring downward at the floor. It was relatively easy to figure out which were as Don Albert had worded it 'disobedient' and which weren't. Even without Andreas making them open their mouths, the same look he'd seen earlier seemed ... more obvious. And, somehow, worse even.It was clear they were all trying to be brave. A fewappearedready to consider risking breaking into a run, even if it would cost them dearly.The Chinese woman, meanwhile, lifted her head as Andreas approached her. Her head turned away ... and for a few moments, it may have almost appeared as if Andreas had chosen incorrectly. Finally, however, she would speak, albeit in a very slow, steady tone."Yun ... Yun Liu. My English ... it's minimal. I hope it's good enough, though.""What do you want?" ... No. She knew that. It was a wishful thought, but the truth was, she knew and understood perfectly why she was here. So, instead, Yun asked what seemed like the next and most logical question to bring up."Where should we go, then?" "Uuh... Right."Andreas cradled the liquor in his left arm like it were an infant, with the butt end in his palm and the neck of the bottle snug between the pit of his elbow and bicep. With his free hand he fished inside of his jacket pocket to find it empty. More urgently, he tried again in his jacket pocket. The white jacket front flapped while he searched even though it only took another second to find so when his fingers brushed the folded piece of paper and key he was able to let out a sigh of relief. He thought he misplaced it.He read to Yun what was on the paper, "There's a hotel right when you enter Lawless called The Palace... a and I'd like to take you there." Inside the paper was a silver key and chain belonging to his, well, their room. He would sound unsure as the words fell out since this was not how he imagined his first time asking a woman out."It's decided then? Then this is good, so now here is what we will do," Don Albert turned to face the two Salvatori men standing behind him at the opposite end of the hall known as Em and Ronny, his personal body guards, "One of youse will fetch some men to take these women upstairs. Lock them in the one of the guest bedrooms with the extra beds. The more beds the better their accommodations." Then he walked to Yun and gently pulled her forward by her arm to separate her from the group. "As for you two, why don't you find a quiet spot and get moreacquainted? Ms. Uh, Lin Yu was it? Wow, you really picked a good one and son, she sounds very eager to be with you. I suggest you satisfy those urges of hers before... Wait. Ronny!"Albert abandoned Andreas and Yun to meet with the man. Even out of sight, his powerful baritone voice shook the chandeliers. He'd been yelling about a strict punishment for anyone of the men if they harm, much less touch any of the escorts. He would deal with them afterFor the moment, Andreas figured it be the best time to at least lead Yun away from everyone else. He gestured that they go upstairs without any words, though his sweaty palms spoke volumes. "I apologize for my father's behavior. He's more excited about this than I am..." He was several steps ahead of her, but her not so immediate answer had him pause to face her, "I know it would be difficult to adjust, but you don't need my permission to talk to me. Just... keep that in mind."They reached the double mahogany wood doors, stained red, that belonged to his bedroom on the right wing of the estate. He opened the doors and held them for her before using his heels to give the bottom corners a forceful tap and they swung shut. Then he had dried his palms on his pants and awkwardly stood to the side. Despite the large bedroom that could hold the large capacity of at least 30 or so people, he did not dare to advance deeper."Er.. ahem.. a drink perhaps?" He remembered the unopened bottle of Lawless in his arm and would do anything to stall. "And music?" He offered but still hadn't moved from his position. In fact, his legs trembled slightly. "I I'm sorry. I'm very nervous. I didn't even want this, any of this." Andreas confessed, a small smile forming on his lips. He sounded exhausted when he said it to someone he doesn't know who probably doesn't care. Patricia Hunter Yun tilted her head curiously. Not that she didn't know what a hotel was well, that wasn't completely true. She had at least heard the definition a few times. As far as being in a hotel, though ... no. Most definitely not. Andthatwas where Yun's reaction kicked in. Why'd he wanna take her to a hotel? Surely, this mansion was far better than any hotel Lawless could offer.Maybe not as private? she thought, her heart sinking slightly."I ... if you really want to, I ... please. I'd be honored."It took every bit of will to avoid narrowing her eyes. Albert wasn't exactlywrong, per se. But he wasn't dead on either. She just wanted to avoid any unwanted abuse, more than much else. Granted, Andreas was pleasantly surprising her. He was acting much more civil than she half expected that was certainly a saving grace. Unless ... it was an act?Well ... that was why she was already expecting the worst, yet hoping for the best to come out of being given over to this young man.As Andreas began to walk away, she would follow him inside a different room, though not before having to go up some stairs."Sorry if this comes off as a bit bitter, but ... what's there to talk about?"Yun shrugged before continuing, "I suppose if I had to say anything, then I'm glad I'm not alone. Neither of us wanted this. That does make me feel a bit relieved. Even still ... you have a way out. I don't. I can't go home even if I wanted to. I can't really go anywhere ..."Yun gulped as her voice trailed off. Her teeth quickly latching down on her lower lip as she turned around, her back now facing Andreas."You were the one whose birthday was today, yes? Someone's is, anyway. That's what I heard when the other group gave us over."A soft breath was elicited before she turned around. All of the women, including herself, had been put in what was essentially a nightgown. Any clothes they had originally worn prior to being captured was removed and .... likely sold, if Yun had to guess. She had no real idea, but by now, it really didn't matter. As she finished pivoting, Andreas would see her hands holding onto the hem ... and then her head tilt once more." ... You don't want me to strip? You ... really don't want this? That's not just a lie to make me feel fine?"To say it was baffling was an understatement. It wasveryconfusing. Why did he care so much? None of the others had before. What made him different? The fact he was maybe a year or two older than herself? Odd .. but maybe. It wasn't necessarily an impossible thought."Maybe ... music. I don't know if I should drink. I'm only sixteen." It had been an easy enough walk. Now, Alessandro and Pat both stood before Don Marco, whom was examining the invitation his son handed over. He'd only been staring for about five minutes, but it felt far longer. After slowly nodding, he looked up between his two comrades."Theyhavebeen more cooperative over the past months. Maybe it would be wise to go instead of tossing this away like I'd normally consider doing."Alessandro nodded, his smile widening. "I was favoring the idea of going also."Marco motioned for Alessandro to walk over beside him. He pulled his son forward, embracing him before giving his forehead a kiss. "You do our Familigia proud. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Now then ... did they say anything as far as a preferred amount of guests?""Not amount, but they half jested on more women.""Hmph. Half my ass. We just gave them one of our best shipments. If that doesn't satisfy them, too bad. The only woman who may even accompany us is one I'm never sharing."That made Alessandro blink. "Wait ... are you saying ... you and mother ... ??""Given this is going to be Andreas' eighteenth birthday, very likely. It seems like an important occasion. As such, we should meet and accept this invitation with an equally powerful gesture. What could be more impressive than the two dons finally meeting on a civil note face to face?""I mean ... that is true, of course. But what if it's a trap? Ihaveconsidered it. I've just been trying to think on the more positive side."Marco nodded to Pat. "How did he do this afternoon?" Before Alessandro could reply, he saw his father move his head from side to side. "I want to hear it from the lad himself. So, Pat?"Pat took a moment to clear his throat, finally managing to nod. "Fine, sir. I never got checked or anything."Now it was the don's turn to smirk. His arms rose, only to fall back atop his lap as he nodded towards Pat knowingly. "Well then, my son, I'd say we have our back up planshouldthis be a trap. That being said, here's the golden question will you accept that responsibility once more today, young Hunter?""You can think on it if you want, you ""I appreciate it, Alessandro, but I'm fine. I'll accompany you that's what agreeing to this task entails. However ... I'll leave the negotiations and fancy talk to everyone else. None of that is my forte."Marco chuckled, seeming to respect and accept Pat's answer. "That's more than fair enough. I fully intend to choose people who will be able to serve more than just an attendance role for this party. Pat? You're dismissed. I need to talk some more with my son.""Eh? Why me?""You know the members of our Familigia as well as myself. I want your input on whom we should "Those were the last words Pat heard before quietly opening and closing the door to the don's study shut. Not that he wasn't curious, but he had already been told he could leave. If he wasn't needed, so be it. Besides, this would give him time to prepare. But first and foremost ... he wanted some lunch. Pat hadn't eaten since four to five hours ago something his stomach growling reminded him of.An embarrassed crimson hue quickly appeared on Pat's face as he turned, making a detour. His room could wait. Apparently, his stomach couldn't do the same. So he went, instead, to the kitchen. His eyes would immediately drop to the floor when she seemingly hinted at showing herself to him by grasping the fabric of her gown. He would then watch his feet saunter across the room, to the nightstand where an old whiskey glass rested atop a coaster. Stale liquor and a light coat of dust swirled at the bottom when he lifted it to his nose. Two days it sat there untouched and if his mind wasn't on other things, he might've excused himself for the state of his room, which was rather immaculate 'cept for this one glass."Ahem, don't get me wrong... I'm sure you're an exceptional young woman but no, I would much rather you keep your clothes on... Please." Andreas placed the glass back down and fiddled with the Lawless Heaven until the cork squeaked out. Only after swallowing two generous sips did he find it safe enough to turn around and face her again. He used his coat sleeve to catch a lone drop trailing down the corner of his mouth. The strength of the alcohol burned his nose and throat, causing his eyes to squeeze shut as he recovered from its kick."It's Prohibition nobody's supposed to be drinking."The sun peaked into the bedroom window as late afternoon drew near, while the softest jazz melody played from a classic record player.Andreas, having taken another brave sip from the bottle, only loosened the tie around his neck and sat on the bed. "I've only been eighteen for a day but I've drinken? No, drunken, alcohol before." His head hung so low his bare chin was pressed against his chest. His eyes stared at the words on the bottle though he didn't bother to read them. "So you're sixteen, yeah?"He hadn't wanted to think too much about the older men that have gotten away with having their way with her. And for God knows how long she's had to endure it. But he knew it was morally wrong and inhumane, that it was no way any person should live. It was bittersweet to also think that the next 24 hours or so would only serve as her day off."And you say you can't go home. Still, listen: never mind the risk, but Yun, if there was a chance you could be free from all of this, wouldn't you take it?" His head snapped up, fire and determination in his eyes, "And what if I helped?"Davino Salvatori is another name to remember. His close bond and brotherhood with Don Albert is more recognized than his paternal role as Antonio's father. One would say he is the second in command. So it would be worth mentioning how Davino does not share the same jealous tendencies as his eldest son does. Antonio believed in his birthright to take charge of the household and succeed his Uncle Albert whereas Davino respected the ultimate decision to leave it to Andreas. Don Albert dreamed of an empire in which his legacy would be carried on by his own son, and Andreas Russo was the closest he would ever get.Something of a fleet of cars lined up on the paved roadway that wrapped around an island of greenery. Centered among them was Davino's signature Red Phantom. He, his two younger daughters ages twenty and fourteen, and several Salvatori men made their approach while others emerged from their vehicles to follow. They were a mix of good friends of the family, business partners and their young heirs. From Andreas's bedroom window, they could all be seen mingling in the garden behind the manor where Don Albert really outdid himself organizing an entire lawn party."What? Antonio hasn't arrived yet?" Davino finally met with Albert."He stopped by for sure but he's run off, according to Andreas.""I should have known he wasn't going to take today seriously. I tasked him with bringing Andreas's present." Davino's uneasiness showed in the way he shifted his weight from one foot to another impatiently."Surely they're not still going on about that pesky feud?""I'm afraid so, brother."The fight for the Don's seat undermined the strength of the Salvatori family. But none had ever thought Antonio would go so far as to conspiracize against Andreas Russo. The young man arrived at last to the party in a white Mercedes S series, also known as Andreas's birthday gift. They'd bought it quite some time ago while they were still fresh on the market and to no one else's knowledge but his own, Antonio's been using the car for his drops in Veleno territory. The bottom half of the vehicle was covered in dirt and grime, dinged up from forced getaways. Otherwise, an excellent two seat car."Ah, there he is." Davino lifted a glass of champagne to his lips, his eyes on Antonio as his son quietly joined his sisters at a round table."Then I will have someone fetch for the birthday boy.""Will Rosalina be joining us?""Not for this gathering, but she will be home in time for the dinner with the Velenos."Andreas removed the needle from the record since the band downstairs had been playing loud swing music over it. He could not help but to tap his foot and hadn't noticed the little shake of his hips he did during an enthusiastic trumpet solo. So many people had come today, though he saw straight through their facade. The reason anyone did anything with him was always because of Don Albert. Andreas was lonely and perhaps he relied so heavily on Yun because for once in his life he made his own decision.There was a knock on the door, but Paolo didn't dare to try the knob. Since the door was thick too, it was useless to try talking through it. Andreas set his bottle down and moved away from the window to answer it, only peeking his head out while he hid his body behind the door."Haha, couldn't even wait until you got to the hotel?""We're... getting acquainted.""Well I'm sorry to intrude but Don Albert wants you down here with everyone else. You can bring her with you if you want.""Thanks, I'll uh, keep that in mind." As Andreas slowly shut the door, he'd seen the most sly look on Paolo's face that made his own face burn. "So Yun, care to join me outside or...? You know, if not, you're welcome to stay in here." He pinched the knot in his tie and thrust it up tight. "Otherwise it may be awhile before you can eat..." He spoke so low it was like he was talking to himself.More loudly, "Is this a bad idea? Bringing you downstairs, I mean." Patricia Hunter Such an odd one. He ... doesn't want me for that? Maybe 'odd' wasn't the right word. Either way, the astonishment on Yun's face made it perfectly clear the last thing she expected was to be able to keep her clothes on. Her fingers continued to clutch at the fabric, as if she were half expecting him to change his mind after sipping some of the liquor. That was only a partly correct assumption. More than anything, the more honest to gods truth was her mind had barely believed what she heard.Registered, sure.But ... surely, that had to be a joke.So ... he just wants to talk? It at least seemed that way as the minutes continued ticking away. Never once did he make any moves to approach her. Andreas actually kept a distance. Gave her space. Did so many things Yun didn't really plan for. Finally, she let go of the hem of the nightgown, deciding that for now he seemed sincere enough with his words.As a shiver trailed through her body, Yun slid her lower body under the covers, using the sheets to help keep herself warm. Her head abruptly jerked as she heard words she would certainly never have thoughtanyonewould utter. Least of all a member of the same clan who'd bought her."You .... what? But .... why?! I mean ... "Yun gestured to the room around them, her hands seeming to stretch and indicate the mansion as a whole."You're the son of this group, are you not? If your family is anything like the one that sold me ... even from their own kin, they wouldn't accept that sorta act. Why go out of your way to help me? A mere stranger you barely know?"With each inquiry, her voice got lower. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, but she kept them held back. Slowly, Yun's head lowered as she looked at the bed. "If, however, you mean what you're saying ... I ... I don't know. On one hand, of course." The young Asian rose her head again, making eye contact with the heir, "I think in some regards, everyone has basic desires. Being home falls under one of those at least I think so. And yet, on the other .... "Now her hands moved, with the right a bit above her head. Meanwhile, the left just barely avoided touching the covers of the bed."I don't know if I'd have much of a home to go back to. My parents willingly sold me off for coin. I'd thus be in China alone. By myself ... and probably on the streets. I'd have far more trouble living there than as ... a slave, I guess. Whatever I am deemed to be now."Yun went silent, both literally and figuratively weighing her options out before eliciting a defeated sigh."I'm not sure what I want ... "After quietly contemplating for a few more minutes, her arms fell atop her lap. "I feel like I should sleep on that or something," she muttered under her breath, lying on her side, back turned away from Andreas. Seconds after this, the door opened, and she heard one of the other family members talking. Abouther. Worse off, as if she couldn't hear or understand him.Thatmade her fists angrily grip the sheets of the bed.I already relayed my name earlier, you pigs! It's Yun! Y U N! Not even that long nor difficult to spell! "That's fine. I'm not very hungry. Appetite's gone."The disgusted tone hinted she was less than pleased with hearing the brief talk and how she'd been referred to. Her eyes closed tightly shut as another breath passed her lips.At this rate, it feels like I'm going to die. The difference is how and where. Maybe not from Andreas, no. But someone in his family, yes. Most likely. The thought scared her as much as it infuriated her. To stay or try to get away that was indeed the million dollar question this evening, it seemed. A quick snack later and Pat would be found leaving the kitchen,nowgoing off into his room. He wasnothonestly looking forward to this party. Were anyone else around, it would be painfully obvious how reluctant Pat truly was to go.However .... as a member of the Veleno Familigia and more importantly a close friend of Alessandro, duty was calling Pat.And it was being very pesky all the while. He'd tried to hang up on it ... what? Four? Five times now? Quite a few. Finally, he'd been all but coerced to pick up the proverbial phone and cave in, agreeing he wouldn't change his mind at the last second ... even though some part of Pat truly wanted to.This was going to be boring as fuck deep down, he knew that.Ah well. Maybe it'd be brief?It was certainly a thought, one he'd pray would be the case. Pat nodded a few more times to himself before closing the door behind him. A bit of rustling and rummaging would be heard before water from a shower would come next. Even those outside could discern what was going on like it or not, Pat was getting prepared. He'd said yes to being Alessandro's plus one and, as such, he wouldn't dare embarrass the heir by arriving in a less than pleasant appearance. 11th June, 1933 20:43 PM Lawless, Illinois Exact Location: Salvatori Familigia MansionThe party had been underway for about an hour or so now. Don Albert would see at least a handful of the Veleno Familigia, including Don Marco, his wife, Alessandro, and Pat.And, just as the youngest member had correctly guessed, he was ... less than amused.But God help him, he trulywastrying to look ... tolerable? Was that the right word? Maybe, maybe not. He didn't know andalmostdidn't care. A light nudge from beside him helped the young lad recall why he was worrying at all about how he may or may not be coming off."I can't imagine this'll go on too much longer," Alessandro softly whispered to Pat, taking advantage of the fact they had been left temporarily alone."I understand. Tell me something though do youreallybelieve this talk of truce?"At that, Alessandro paused. His lips pressed together before he slowly nodded. "I want to think they're being sincere on the thought. As for whether it'll end up happening? I don't know. That, more likely than not, is what we're all waiting to find out. This party is either going to be a huge success or a massive failure depending on my father and Andreas's.""Well ... I don't believe it's going to work out."Alessandro snickered. "Still the pessimist, are ya?"Pat casually shrugged. "This way, I won't be disappointed or taken aback when things don't go as planned.""Damn. That's ... grim logic. But logic all the same. God, I hate it when you have points."Pat merely smirked, leaving Alessandro alone for the time being. It would have been easy to tease him further but that was exactly the issue. It would have beentooeasy and, therefore, not nearly as fun as usual.Yun, meanwhile, had stayed up in Andreas's room. Despite what Andreas may think, it wasn't out of spite or rebellion. Thosehadbeen the right reasons several hours ago, yes.Now, there was a simpler and in her mind and eyes more fair reason.Pride. She wasnotgoing downstairs in little more than a nightgown. With how long it had been, she could only assume one of two outcomes were going to happen no one would bother taking the time to allow her to walk down, or no one cared enough. Considering how much time had already vanished? It was feeling like option B was probably the right assumption.Slightly disheartening, but ... not overly amazing.You were likely right the first time. You are little more than a slave here ... The noise had kept her awake, as did being in a new and very foreign setting. But at this point? Yun was ready to accept whatever may or may not happen to her. Both tonight and every day afterwards. There just was no win win for her. The grand stair case of which young Andreas descended its marble steps opened into the Banquet Hall. Golden lights reflected off the diamond patterned floors, glass vases held white flowers, and small fountains of champagne that sat atop cherry wood tables cornered the hall. While clothed tables encircled the space, there was plenty of room in the center for dancing and socializing. The way the decor complimented each other so well made the house feel more like royalty.Andreas freed his right hand from his coat pocket and picked up a martini glass from a server's tray. He hadn't sipped from it then, first surveying the guests and groups to see which he had the highest chance of mingling with. Don Albert once taught him how these things work so for politics he found himself wandering over to Alessandro to thank him for coming. He politely shook his hand while tagging him on the bicep and made a little more than bland small talk, "On behalf of me and my idiot cousin, thank you for coming through earlier at the Odyssey. It'll help our families with this truce business." Andreas then initiated a pleasant conversation that he at least believed was going well as he searched for the Veleno heir's likes through talks of baseball, gambling, and casinos while pointing out the roulette and black jack tables Don Albert had rented for the event. "I'm more of a poker player myself."The cozy, warm jazz band that played in background gradually grew louder and played faster until the entire joint was hopping. Salvatori and Veleno men formed a small crowd at the sudden arrival of Lady Rosalina and the Lady Crew, just as flirtatious and bodacious as always whenever they walk into a room. They're usually the life of any party, lead by the beautiful Lady Rosalina, a plump and busty woman with a thick waist and handfuls of thighs fitting comfortably into a cherry red dress and a blonde, curly bob hairstyle. Behind her was a parade of nine or ten women she associated with known as her crew, all stunningly gorgeous in evening gowns and dresses with feathered hats or boas, pearls or diamonds, jeweled masks or headbands, their heels drummed in sync across the hall floor. Ogling men watched, with amazement, these professional prostitutes that danced a planned routine and teased the spectators.Even Andreas was captivated by a few of their moves that were new to his eyes. He sipped from his glass while Lady Rosalina approached him, "Oh my son, Happy Birthday!" And she left a large, red kiss mark on his cheek, "Come and dance with the girls, they've been looking forward to this all day. And you too! Don't be shy, Mr. Alessandro they love company." She giggled and boldly pushed them into the crowd, if not out of her way, so she could meet with Don Albert and relax with a refreshing drink. Above all the commotion, one could still hear her voice booming how well the party's turned out.He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and shook Alessandro's hand one last time, "Well... you know how she can be..." and he chuckled, weaving his way through dancing couples to find a place to hide away from his very persistent mother. While doing so, he accidentally shouldered into Pat, who he had recognized from the drop off. He recalled in his mind that this man never really left Alessandro's side and so it was amusing to see something new like this for once."So sorry, are you okay?" Another thing he remembered was the lad's age. It showed in his face how young he was, probably close to Yun's.Luckily, his drink hadn't spilled on either of them, but made a little splash on the floor. "Quite a party, huh? ... You should... grab a cup and a girl because Lady Rosalina goes after the shy ones... hahaha, enjoy." And he tried to hurry away before it was too late for himself when someone barely caught him by his sleeve."Andreas," that angelic laughter belonging to Elena Salvatori, Antonio's sister, the middle child, "Where are you going? You love to dance." The two would talk, still standing close enough to Pat for him to hear. Andreas would look over to him again, a little embarrassed to mention that he of course loved to dance..."...not in front of so many people. I'd need a partner anyway because Vikki looks occupied..."Vikki, being the best dancer in the Lady Crew, was the brunette currently juggling three men."Well aren't you even going to consider me?" Her tone indicated she was offended, but in a playful way. Her light brown hair spilled like chocolate in waves over her shoulder."Oh, I, I mean yes but... wouldn't you maybe prefer him?"Elena looked to Pat, who she just noticed for the first time and her dark colored eyes swept over the man's figure, "I wouldn't mind dancing with him at all," in a matter of fact tone, "And you, Andreas, better save me one dance. Promise?" She extended a pinky finger out his way, expecting him to grab it with his own. He hesitated, but he did and was openly full of regret afterwards when he groaned."I know we dragged you into this but would you like to dance with me?" Elena's large eyes glimmered as she slightly lowered her head to charm her way into this stranger's arms. She recognized him just as anyone else did, Alessandro's right man. "The Veleno and the Salvatori are starting to get along, after all." Patricia Hunter As a waiter wove through the crowd with a still half full tray of drinks, Alessandro reached up and grabbed two. Patrick rose an eyebrow, already asking a silent question. Luckily, the gesture didn't go unnoticed as Alessandro lowered one so it was inches away from Pat's hands."Come on. It's a birthday celebration. For real, though loosen up. Even if only a bit."Pat stared at the glass ... finally eliciting a defeated sigh. "Only you could be able to come up with such a suggestion."The Veleno heir shrugged, "If I worried twenty four seven about the invisible target on my forehead ... it'd ruin me. After a bit, it would. Life's short enough as it is, ya know? Don't waste it. If nothing else? Just join me because it's never fun to drink alone." When Pat didn't immediately reach out, he made a faux pouting face which, in turn, caused Pat to scoff."You're far too old for that," he muttered, reaching up and taking the glass.Alessandro merely smirked, not saying anything out loud. The two clinked glasses and took sips of their own martinis."Ahh, birthday boy! There ya are! So, I hope you've enjoyed our gifts from earlier so far." His grin widened as he nodded happily. "No problem at all. I'd like to think we're on the right track towards an incredible future between our families."It took every ounce of will power for Pat to restrain himself and avoid rolling his eyes at those words. Instead, he merely offered Andreas a polite bow of his head."You'll have to excuse him, he's not great with talking and such. This is Patrick Hunter." Pat's eyebrows twitched slightly as Alessandro received an irked glare, "But, as you can note, he prefers going just by Pat.""Some evenings, I swear you're purposely pulling on my leg whilst hoping you get your ass kicked.""Hah! Like you could.""You know I could. But for the sake of why we're here and where, I'll behave.""For now,"Pat quietly added, his head turning away slightly as the 'crew' of women arrived. With few other things to really look at, Pat's gaze ended up resting primarily upon the floor, silently sipping his drink all the while. It wouldn't be until Alessandro spoke up that Pat's head jerked quickly up once again. "Well ... I think I'll take Lady Rosalina's offer up. Assuming any of her gals are still up for some dances."" .... Huh?""Well, I doubt you wanna join in, so what's the problem?""You know what that answer is!""Ohhhh," Alessandro replied, allowing the single word to trail off. His smirk widened as he set a hand on top of Pat's raven locks and ruffled his hair. "You'll live, okay? I'm sure you'll figure a way to make the time pass. Don't do anything I wouldn't!"And with that, he vanished into the crowd, causing Pat to click his tongue in annoyance. Right when another waiter arrived, the empty glass was put up on a tray. His arm would barely finish lowering before abumpcaused him to stumble a few steps. His instincts to fight kicked in for the briefest of seconds however, upon seeing it was Andreas once again, he calmed himself."It's ... it's fine. Really, it is. I do appreciate the gesture though."No .... goddamnit. Don't continue to speak. Ugh ... "I ... already had a drink not too long ago. Look ... "A slight pause lingered as Pat briefly considered how to go about finishing the rest of their thoughts. For better or worse, they went with the most familiar method the brutally honest path. But at least there would be no doubts that Andreas was hearing anythinglessthan the honest to gods truth. It'd just be how he'd handle it ... or not."If we're being completely, one thousand percent honest here? My presence is for one person and only one .... and they left to take up Lady Rosalina's offer. I'm talking about ... "It took a bit of peering over some other taller peoples' heads and shoulders even stepping on his tip toes a few times before he managed to find Alessandro."Him. I'm just the bodyguard right now. Nothing more, but certainly nothing less."And of course it would be right after he uttered such words that one of the women would approach Pat. He went quiet again, but now there was a more important matter that he had to think over. Even though what he'd just relayed to the Salvatori heir was completely sincere, it was also accurate to point out that Pat was representing the Veleno Familigia. Not nearly as well as Alessandro, nor as significantly. But he was doing so all the same."I umm ... don't know if I'd really be the best choice, m'lady. I'm not the most fun person to dance with. For that matter, I ... don't know how to. I haven't doneanythingwith women before."The word 'anything' was purposely and heavily emphasized. In the best case scenario? She'd get the hint and leave him be. In the worst? Well ... he'd learn how to dance soon enough. Like it or not. Elena looked to Pat. The man possessed the telltale symptoms of someone who did not want to be here wandering eyes that often met the floor, his posture, how he distanced himself away from the everyone else. And yet, still close enough to help the one person he was most loyal to. She blinked, then looked to Andreas he carried a lot of the same signs. Yes, she got the idea. Biting back her frustration to maintain the proper image, she gave a curt reply, "Well. There you have it." If it were otherwise, she would have dragged one by their sleeve to the dance floor despite their protests.Boys. Elena turned around to swagger back to her table. She wore an elegant dress, all white tinged with gold and a layered skirt, and a long, thin cape that drifted behind her.Andreas felt guilty as she intended, finally making it to her table to sit again with her sister who was also shy and a drunk Antonio passed out in his chair. But the man felt more relieved. There was something stirring in his mind that he felt he had to ask Pat about while the two were still standing around, "Anything?" Perhaps he appeared to eager when he asked but it was rare for him to have met a man similar to himself. Most called him the romantic, others figured he was struggling with his sexuality. He was different and the Salvatori men weren't afraid to call him out.He promised himself that he would not get his hopes up around Pat and it was only a question.In the background, the Lady Crew danced on and entertained as they were supposed to. Vikki was indeed the most popular that night. Someone had spun her and she wounded up in Alessandro's arms, Lady Rosalina was the one to lead in her duet with Don Albert, then someone braved through to ask Elena. It was like watching a happy ending. How long would that last...Andreas traded his empty glass for a fresh one and helped himself to some kind of assorted chocolate piece that paired nicely. "You haven't doneanything with a woman?" Going on in his mind was a list of things normally done with a female companion. It didn't just stop at sex. Patricia Hunter Pat, on the other hand, didnotlook the slightest bit guilty. On the contrary, he was ready to glare at the woman should she try to coerce him into something he didn't want to do. He'd been honest. Perhaps bluntly so, but if she couldn't appreciate the sincereity, fine. That was her issue. Either way, he refused to play along just to make a lady happy. It would go exactly like he hinted he wouldn't have fun and, by default, would ruin Elena's mood. As far as Pat was concerned, he'd done the young woman a favor ... even if it felt more akin to the exact opposite."You heard correctly," Pat calmly replied. "No. I haven't, and I have no shame in replying that way."Again, he was being very earnest. However, that didn't translate into him wishing to boast about his ... status.So, he walked through the crowd, waiting until they were in a less populated area before elaborating, "You saw the women we gave you hours ago, yeah? There aren't many others like those. Or, for that matter, Miss Rosalina and her crew, but ... those kinds of women just aren't my type. You can be sexy and not ... tempt every man you lay eyes on. I'd rather be with someone withthatmindset. Alas ... "His head shook."Those are too few and far in between. So ... no. I haven't danced, kissed, or do any other intimate gesture with a woman before."Now an eyebrow rose as he glanced over to Andreas."What about you? Did you indulge in any of your gifts already?" The man would take a long and thoughtful sip from his glass while his likeness talked of a brand of confidence he could only wish he had. To be able to boldly say, 'I've never been with a woman,' without fear of the repercussions and bad mouthing sure to follow, well, it was the respect that Pat had that Andreas longed for. But it was easier to see that things were different between them because the Salvatori expected much more from the heir. A man's masculinity was measured by money and sex, never mind his integrity, humility, or ability to empathize. A hurtful but true reality. Lowering the glass, a bit of excess drink clung to his top lip that he swiped away with a flick of his tongue. He'd suppose a real man was one who wouldn't worry about what others thought of him, so long as he continued to do well for himself and those who really mattered. And for that, Pat earned his respect."Let's just say you and I have that in common."His eyes would break away from Pat's to glance up the grand stairwell, remembering Yun and the others."No, I haven't. And between you and I," Andreas began with the intent to reveal what he'd be keeping secret from his family. The information wouldn't benefit him in any way so why would he care what the young heir chose to do with them if the bill was already paid? "I won't be. Poor girl's only 16, you know. She's the youngest I've ever seen." Of course being familiar with the business, he knew that the youngest escorts could be as young as twelve. "Regardless, no woman should ever be robbed of their freedom and happiness to service men. Like some sort of product."Lady Rosalina Salvatori was once an escort. As an immigrant, she had no other skill set and so she used her body as a way to survive. The story goes that her path crossed with Don Albert's and it was true love at first sight. Now she's the manager in the sex industry. She could have left it behind her but rather she chose to embrace her past as it shaped her into the woman she is today. The way Lady Rosalina sees it is that she helps young women recognize their talents to do what they have to in order to live in a cruel world. That there is no shame and if they are going to be prostitutes they're going to be the best damn prostitutes. Her crew is a prime example. Each woman in her circle not only takes pride in their work but enjoys entertaining their clients. And if one ever asked Lady Rosalina for her service, she would say, "The only man who can ever afford me is my husband."Andreas continued, "Isn't sex supposed to be consensual? And that both parties are supposed to give something and enjoy it together? That's what I hear. Anyways, I'm saving myself for something like that."

['Vanetti', 'Orco', 'Hunter']

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Berserk: Redemption By Bloodshed (BlisteredBlood/MasoKitty)

There was an eerie silence on the Hill of Swords when Guts revisited this place. And yet, there he stood, looking among the wreckage from the harrowing fight with Nosferatu Zodd where the entrance of Godot's mine once stood, now reduced to a pile of rubble and nothing more.There was a brief moment where he began to hear Griffith's words echoing within his mind as he stood there among the hundreds of blades buried tip first within the snow laden ground here, causing the Black Swordsman to flinch in a mixture of agony, hatred and sheer and utter frustration. "This is the man I am now," Griffith told him as he began to fly away with Zodd carrying him. "And you of all people, should know better than that."Those same words resonated within Guts' mind with a dull echo, one that made him nearly nauseated. Did he even have any shred of pity? Did he have any forethought? Did he even care? Was he even able to care? Did he even feel any sense of remorse for what he had done to his beloved Casca? If neither of these... Then what was that monster he had seen there? Though his right eye may have been ruined, his left knew exactly what it was it saw, and what he saw was someone far removed from the Griffith he once knew. Whatever that was, that was some kind of demon reborn in Griffith's body, something that stripped him of all emotion and care. And what he saw filled him with nothing but absolute venomous hatred unlike anything he had ever felt before and it would've been so easy to slip into that mindset, to just let the Beast of Darkness within him just slowly take over his mind and just lay waste to everything within striking distance of his massive dull broadsword. To just let the blackened wolf feast upon the flesh of the fallen enemies and slake its hellish bloodthirst. But no. He had to remain steadfast. If not for his own sake, then perhaps Casca's. He had no other alternatives but to turn towards.And that was the issue. He had no other alternatives. Aside from Casca who had regressed to nothing more than a child mentally after what happened to her, he was entirely alone. A normal man would've been crushed under the sheer weight of what he had felt, or if not, had just flatout killed themselves, but not him. And as long as Griffith still lived, there would not be any force upon this earth that would ever take his life, not as long as he still drew breath and could swing the Dragonslayer in both his left hand of Rickert's construction and his right hand of flesh and bone. There would be a time when the Grim Reaper would lay claim to his soul, but that day had not yet come. While the tall man in black armor stood on a hill thinking about something a lone woman with flowing black hair stood nearby, her attention, however, was drawn to different things. Who would have thought at one time this woman was a leader of a band of mercenaries after her hero was captured and imprisoned. While he was away she dealt with their worries, their issues, their now notoriety as the most wanted band after what happened to her leader Griffith. The memories spike in her mind like fragments constantly exploding and reforming as she struggled to even hold onto one. Another fragment was that of her loving the man in black armor, actually caring for him...or was it? Her thoughts skewed again as the shard itself was already destroyed. Though with a few of these memories that were stored in her mind some of them carried searing hot pain in her head as she held it occasionally. This one moment she was standing near the tall man as she cried out. "Owahh!"She exclaimed as she winced as the man barely flinched as she looked around suddenly something else took her attention away from the tall man. "ooooOOO?", She said out loud as she just stumbled around the hill following the little thing that caught her attention. From this standpoint anybody that saw this woman would think she was just normally mad or broken but they wouldn't have guessed she was a second in command and knew how to fight. That she defended and did her part in a mercenary band without using her wiles to get what she wanted. She worked hard to do what she wanted and achieved what she could on her own merits as she worked her way through things with the others that were the band of the hawk. When they had become heroes she still didn't rest as she was always vigilant of everything, including Guts, the man that stood by her though she wouldn't know who he was from the next mand however she knew she had strong feelings toward him but didn't understand them. As she wandered down the hill she suddenly saw a glowing light flying around as she looked at it,"oooOOOOO!! Aaaa!!"she grew excited as the light made her follow back to the tall man again as she just was interested in the bright light shining in front of her guiding her like a lost puppy back to where she should be. No, nobody would know that this woman, this broken husk, was once a proud woman that held her band above all else and would defend them to the death.Though she wouldn't know the pain she felt that one day in the eclipse that had happened on that fateful day. The day that she saw her band being torn asunder by demons, flesh being rung from bone, screams of her helpless comrades against a horde of crazed, hungry demons. The sudden jolt of pain and violation by her once leader in front of her love that was forced to watch it as she blacked out from the whole ordeal forever broken due to the experience, on top of that forced to give birth to a spawn of the god's hand and Guts. Though she didn't know any better she had that connection to the child that now was wondering around in the world. Longing to be reunited with him though while this feeling was buried with her constant desires she would eventually seem him again at least that is what the strang feelings within her head told her though she didn't' care much about that. She only worried about the shiny light that flew around the tall man. In that moment, when he heard the familiar cries of a rather childish type of a woman somewhere near him, Guts snapped out of his train of thought before he looked his left shoulder at first. There she was, wandering around in those brown shabby robes, her long black hair an absolute mess. Similarly, this was not the Casca he loved. Whoever she was would be easily mistaken for some mad woman or someone who had severe mental issues. But yet, this woman who now inhabited his beloved was now who he had to take care of for better or worse. Once again, he had no other alternatives. And it seemed as though that no matter where it was he went, so long as that Brand of Sacrifice remained on his neck, it meant that they would know no peace and that monsters and demons alike would always come after him.Therein laid one other issue. The line between human and demon had been so blurred that it was almost nondescript. Human monsters, human demons, monstrous humans, demonic humans... Nothing seemed to be so clearly defined anymore. It only added onto the mounting animosity and nihilistic tendencies, but Casca... She was the one constant that meant something to him in this world that had all but been stripped away from him on that fateful day when it all came crashing down upon him and his comrades like a ton of bricks.And as he looked on at the shell of a woman thought to be believed the second in command to the Band of the Hawk, all he could do was just stand there as he felt an all too familiar pain in his heart. There was one recurring thought he had, however. There had to be something that could bring her back from this edge of madness and then, she would be well again. Guts would have his lover back in his arms and more importantly, Casca would be able to swing a sword once more. Perhaps then, she would join him in taking their revenge on both the God Hand and Griffith. That's all that he wanted more than anything, to have the love of his life back in his arms where she was and nothing else. Where they would go didn't matter, so long as there was no one within a good long distance away. He would then take notice of a glimmering light flitting about in front of Casca and in that moment, he relented on his thoughts. There would be another time for thinking later, he then thought. The creature that flew around distracting Casca keeping her nearby Guts was no other than his little friend Puck an elf that decided to stick by the hardened warrior. He rathered enjoyed the grump man's company often trying to bother him with different antics that were funny or otherwise as he landed on Guts' shoulder he looked over at Casca which had been staring at both of them for a while with a vacant stare that she sported all the time."So, was she like this all the time Guts? I mean we have been traveling together for some time but I never saw her anything but this. I mean you care for this woman and I can see it through all of the situations we have been in you have always defended her. So...what is the story?"He asked as he sat usually on his shoulder leaning back watching her as Casca continued to watch them intently curious about what they were doing but not enough to really do anything to ask about it. Not like she could anyway as she was incapable of even doing that.Casca stared at Guts and Puck as she looked at Puck,"oooaah! waa!!"she called out to puck as she held out her hands like she wanted to hold the guy in her hands. Though Puck shook his head at Guts the last time he was put in her hands Casca nearly walked off with the poor little elf."Aaaaa!! Oooo!!"She sounded more frustrated as she looked to Guts as her face grew contemplative like she was trying to think of something to say to him but all that came was odd sounds that she was emitting to Puck while she had her hands out for him to get into them. Though when she gazed at Guts something within her that wanted to get out but her brain couldn't process the idea to go through with it as something had permanently broken within her own brain to allow any such action to happen. A slight grimace was given when asked by Puck about how Casca came to be this way once he felt the little elf land on his shoulder. It was indeed true that he had only known her for a short time, but even then, Puck had no idea as to what happened to her on that day of the Eclipse. He was never there for any of it. But to retell the story of what happened on that day only caused him to lower his head slightly before a sigh was given. He was adamant about lying to the little sprite, but this had to be the one time where he had to make a deflection."Let's just put it like this," Guts spoke. "There's a lot that happened to her that I don't think I have the heart to retell. But what I will tell you is that she was never like this. She was a woman who could carry herself no matter what the situation was and my closest ally... Perhaps even my lover. But all of that changed on a day that I will never forget nor forgive until the day I die." He added as he then looked straight on ahead, narrowing his left eye slightly as he spoke in a tone that was focused on his ultimate goal of a bloodstained revenge. He would then looked over to Casca who only vocalized to the two and held her hands out to him as if she was wanting something. A little glance to the elf on his shoulder would seem to know what it was she was looking for all too easily, but he knew that the last time he did give her Puck, Casca nearly ran off with the poor thing. At least he caught up to them, he thought at that moment."I'll maybe tell you one day, but not in front of her." Guts then concluded, shaking his head slowly as he spoke. Casca watched Guts' reaction, "Ooooa?...waaa?? WAAA!!!"She glared at Guts motioning to the little elf as she glared at both of them when Puck insisted to stay on Guts' shoulder as she just frowned looking around. If those two people weren't going to help...ohhh, her mind suddenly felt captivated as she wandered off a bit but stayed generally close to them this time.Puck kept staring at her as he frowned,"Guts...we need to help her get back to that woman you speak of...this isn't fair to Casca. I always see her wonder around you like a lost puppy without a mother and you happen to be the stand in."He smirked at Guts which only gave him a hard stare back as he waved his hands, "Well don't you want your old Casca back? I mean even if she could just make her more of an adult than a wondering child...we could have another defender or at least helped with the others."He commented as he floated around Guts again as he kept his eyes on Casca. Guts shot the elf a sharp look with his left eye, one that said "I will squish you with my left hand before washing your remains off of it." However, Puck did have a point to raise. How long could this go on, he thought. In addition, he looked up at Puck as he hopped off of his shoulder, causing him to cross his arms in front of himself and arch his right eyebrow at him with a questionable look. "For your information, yes, I do want her back to her old self. But at the same time, where are going to find such a thing that doesn't even exist?" He then asked, frowning cynically. "Do you have any ideas? Because if so, I'd love to hear about it. If not, then stop wasting my time." He then added, staring at Puck with an even sharper glare. "The reason as to why I say this is because I'm tired of chasing after miracles. I've grown tired of wishful thinking. I'm tired of mysticism and everything to do with it. It's either you have a solution or otherwise, don't bother speaking to me." He then concluded with a frown adorning his expression. The little elf frowned as hse floated by him, looking at Casca making sure the woman didn't wander off too much. It was already a few times they had to go and bring her back due to wandering off."Well I did mention Elfheim before...that we could bring Casca to...I mean I am not entirely sure where a cure to this condition is or if there is any. But I mean we have to try at least for her sake as well Guts. You and her deal with those issues with your brands...I mean...I can give them my super elf kick hwaaa!"Puck goes into his cute stupid chibi form doing some weird movies in front of Guts knowing full well that his antics didn't make the black swordsman smile at all. Though in the end he just wanted to see a Casca a little more of a person than a child as he just kept glancing at her. Despite all of his time spent with Guts he never really paid much attention to Casca unless to pull her out of the fire, now he was and what he saw really wanted to get him to help her to some extent.Casca just kept wondering about looking at the scenery, she would chase after a butterfly or even some incest that she saw flying about. But Puck would be the one to fully distract her to bring her back to Guts as the big man didn't really do much unless it was needed, Puck knew this and was okay with it, Casca she didn't really care...she just wanted to touch things that seemed interesting and enough to hold her attention as she finally stopped and stared at both of them with a bug eyed stare. Puck just sighed,"I didn't think I could get uneasy watching somebody be this carefree or mindless...no offense...Guts."Once again the elf had to watch his tone as he knew he was stepping where she shouldn't with Guts. The swordsman was already shooting him more nasty glares,"I I'll be quiet Guts...I am just saying."Puck ended with the fact that he just floated by Guts keeping an watchful eye out for the childish Casca. Guts blinked a few times before he then remembered something. That was right. Puck did mention Elfheim, he thought before he then lowered his head a bit and looked away from the elf for a brief moment with a thoughtful expression on his face now and he would remain like this before looking up to Puck once more as he started to assume some... Odd... Fighting poses. This only made him look at the elf with an odd expression on the Black Swordsman's face, one that seemed to ask what was he doing. But yet, he knew there was something out there for Casca, but what only made him think even harder to the point where his mind began to ache. He would then dispel these thoughts for a moment with a shake of his head before looking over to Casca as she came back to the two and stared at them with wide open eyes."No... You're right..." He answered as he turned back to Puck once more. "I've just had a lot to think about." He added before lowering his arms down by their sides and placed them to his hips with a long sigh escaping him then closed his left eye, reopening it a moment later. "So. You mentioned Elfheim." He stated before quirking a brow to him. "How long of a travel do we have ahead of us? Besides, there's nothing more for us here. I just... Needed to come out here one more time to think about something." He then added, despite he was trying to hold back a degree of bile over the encounter prior to this moment of quiet. Puck kept floating eventually settling on his shoulder again putting a finger on his lower lip looking up some, adopting a lazy pose as he did so."I'd Say ...maybe a few days time, though the travel will be hard...then again what haven't we done yet that isn't hard huh Guts? We got this!"Once again Puck acted like some action hero as he did his silly poses again though eventually just sitting there sighing."I just want to get you two to where you are able to actually be something other than food for Demons."His slight caring coming out before he smirked,"Besides I don't want to picture as an old man with a huge ass sword guts."Puck admitted as he just wanted to get this done and Casca back to normal or if there is a normal for all he knew he couldn't be helping a very angry man do something to an innocent girl that was just the way she was already. But, no there was something that bothered hm something that didn't sit right with him about how Casca was. What Guts was hunting for, things like this needed answers though to Puck solutions instead of answers cause he knew that Guts wouldn't go asking, he would go swinging, and he would swing till there wasn't anything left of the problem despite how much it laughed at him that it was useless. Guts' a man that wouldn't stop doing what he wanted or would stop at nothing to get what he needed from the world even if he had to carve it out one piece at a time. "A few days' worth, eh?" Guts answered as he looked over to his shoulder again where the elf sat. "And you say the road getting there will be hard, eh?" He then asked before looking back towards the snow covered road that led him here. "Not that I need any form of idea of how hard the travel will be, but rest assured that we will get there, come hell or high water." He then looked towards the horizon and put his hands on his hips once more.He would look over towards Casca once more, his expression softening slightly as he looked to her before looking back to the horizon again. But that was before he heard Puck describe his future. This actually got him to do something that had been nearly forgotten to the sands of time... Slight as it was, but it was enough to convince the elf, a small smile formed on his face before a little scoff was given. "With how things are as of now, I'll probably be dead long before then. But you can rest assured that I will take everyone down with me before that day comes." He added with a strong sense of confidence in his voice. "We'll need to get going soon before the sun sets. Besides, there's no telling as to what will be around before then." Puck nodded as he looked toward Casca flying around the girl as she blinked noticing him, "OOOA....waa! ah!" She reacted following the glowing light as she stumbled toward Guts and the direction as Puck had mentioned it to Guts, This was before he was trying to distract and get Casca to follow along with Guts' himself as the swordsman couldn't get the girl to follow very well due to her childlike attitude. Puck always noticed that about Guts and Casca is that they were always so at a cross in this form as it seemed Guts couldn't get comfortable around her carefree attitude. When he noticed that Casca was coming Puck looked back at Guts, "Guts, was it smart to go out on our own? I mean the others would have been very helpful on this quest for Casca." Puck commented as he tapped his chin again floating along with Guts, they had the witch, the little loudmouth wanna be Guts, and like the other two. The holy royal and the weird servant that followed her around. But this whole quest that Puck may have mentioned to Guts he was intending to go on his own, which Puck couldn't figure out. He had to watch out for Casca how did he think he could get far by himself. One thing that Puck never understood is the determination and stupidity sometimes that Guts showed when he did things by himself. Sure, he was opening up to new people slowly but he still had some old habits that were annoying. Even Puck, himself, had to fight to go with him on this quest ever since he mentioned it to Guts while they were at a tavern together with the others. He really wanted Casca back, so much that Puck even started to want it despite how he felt about Casca in general. Guts flinched at the idea of having others with him. It wasn't so much that it wouldn't serve a purpose as bigger numbers would be ideal given the circumstance, but it would also be a detriment as well, considering that all it would do was paint targets on them for anyone to lay claim on, with Casca and himself having the biggest of them all. Furthermore, it would undoubtedly get them killed. So rather than taking on a new group, he knew it was better by himself. His lone two year bloody rampage against all of demonkind was further proof of this where he gained his moniker. At the same time, he also knew that it would only be a matter of time before something even worse happened to Casca if he wasn't careful. He remained silent for a time before he then drew a relenting breath, sighing his reply before he spoke."You might have a point. But as it stands, I can't afford to bring anyone that's close to me into this matter. But... If it means that she'll be safer, then perhaps we might be able to set something up once we arrive at Elfheim." He answered before glancing back to Casca once more. Puck turned to look at Casca too looking over at Guts, "I hope you are right Guts, I mean we could have used their help. I mean I know I am a badass and you wanted to get some by bringing fewer people, but this might have needed people." Again doing his weird chibi thing during that he quickly reverted back as he watched Guts reactions, though before the big man could say anything Puck just sighed, "I hope we can find a solution to Casca's problem cause I think it has been long enough that she acts like a helpless child you know?" he said simply despite what Guts thought but some part of him thought that Guts would probably ignore him."Oooooowaaa!!!", She reaches for Puck as he barely misses her as she looks frustrated that she didn't get her target making more grunting sounds as she was side by side with Guts. Her eyes stared at him a long time as she looked for Puck or something stimulating as Guts was a horrible thing to get that from as she saw Puck again her voice picked up. "AAAaoooowww....Ah!" She called out leaping to grab him but he barely dodged her attacks as he cursed a little not careful around her and underestimated her. "Do you honestly think that I'm not aware of this, Puck?" Guts asked with a quirked eyebrow then turned to look at him again. "I just... Need time to think about this, is all." He added with a slow shake of his head, soon grimacing when he heard the elf mention Casca's current mindset. It honestly pained him that she was like this for as long as she has, and the constant reminder of this was only continuing to gnaw at what little reserves he had in terms of patience and perseverance. What's more, was that talking about this even further wasn't helping Casca any more than it was already. As a matter of fact, the time spent talking about this further only delayed their undoubtedly long travel even further.What gave him some solace was when Puck had to bob and weave just to stay out from Casca's grasp. Even in her childish state, there was still that highly skilled fighter within her in regards to her hands. It was a crying shame, however, that he couldn't even touch her. Not that he didn't want to, he just couldn't bring himself to do so, no matter how hard he tried to save for those times when she was asleep. Those were the moments he would cherish, for there would be some degree of peace that he could live with while keeping her in his lap during the long, cold nights where there was nothing around, and the only ambiance was the sounds of the occasional gust of wind, an owl hooting off in the distance and the soft cracklings of a fire he had made for the trio. And every single time, he would be the one keeping watch. It was more or less the reason as to why he had not been able to rest properly, if at all. Then again, with the possibility of any demons crawling around anywhere, how could he be able to sleep? It was almost an alien concept to him these days. His Branding of Sacrifice made certain of that. Puck sighed as he just floated along, the fact that Guts was hesitant irritated the elf, not that he was doing this all out of pure kindness. But putting the brakes on something that could help her was making him upset. "I mean...how much time do you need Guts? I mean we are on the road, we are going to where I suggested and even to get info on a method or something that could help Casca! I don't think there needs to be such a long thought on that! Again I know how you look at her! There shouldn't be a thought in the matter! Charge at it like you do every acolyte we run into!" Puck said pushily as he floated around Guts' face to make sure that if the black swordsman wanted to squish him for being assertive the man would have to work for it, not that Guts was the thing to completely worry about as Casca was following nearby while Puck was distracted she came up and screamed, "OHHAAAAA!!!" As she gripped the elf finally in her hands as he gasped some. "Come on Casca! That wasn't fair!" He said angrily as she continued to walk with him a dopy smile crossing her face as she closed her eyes when she did it. "OOOAAH!!!", She exclaimed as she continued to hold her prise glancing at Guts holding up her hands like a kid that wanted to show their parent what they caught. There was a lingering thought within the back of Guts' mind that he wanted to just swat the elf out of the way of his face... But there was a point to be made. He had already spent so much time in thinking about this that all he had done as of now was just stagnate on them. He should have been able to come up with a solution by now himself. He should've been able to just solve everything as he normally did, by just charging headlong into the fray and be damned of the consequences... But the reality was that he just wasn't sure of whatwouldbe the solution. From everything that had happened up to this point, this was the one problem that far too many variables, far too many nuances and far too many complexities. It was as if he was constantly walking up a pathway that had no end to its many twists and turns and backtracking here and there and everywhere in between that it just led him nowhere.But once again, all of this talk wasn't getting them anywhere, the other half of his mind said simply. There was no further need for words when actions speak louder than words, anyhow and continuing to dwell on them further only cemented this. These thoughts would soon be interrupted when he heard the elf be snatched out of the air, causing him to glance at Casca as she held Puck in her hands and was held up to him with an expression on her face that was looking for some form of praise for what it was she caught. He would look at her with a rather surprised look on his face for a time before a small smile came to it. After a moment, he then reached over for her hands with his left, patting her hands only a few times to get her to release her hold on her prize. "Good job, Casca... You can let him go, now..." He spoke to her in a gentle tone. Puck was in her hands as he nodded within, "Y yeah...you can let me out now Casca." He said though it was muffled that was when he felt Guts put his hand on Casca's as she looked at him a bit. Though she glared as she held her hands away with Puck in them, "AAAOOOO......AH!" She yelled out like a child that was told to give up her favorite toy as Puck yelled out feeling himself get jostled around. "Come on Guts, control her or something! I mean I distract her you know some kind of thing to calm her...down?" He thought about what he was saying as he knew that Guts didn't exactly have a secret way to make sure she was behaving it was kind of random how she would act out or obey which made him nervous as he looked around his hand prison hoping that Guts could help him out this instant. When Guts saw that Casca wasn't letting go of Puck, he froze for a moment. Well now what, he thought. He couldn't be harsh with her. Not like this. It wouldn't be any much better than... Well...anything, really. But at the same time, he knew he had to get her attention somehow, even if it was with something far less practical and more of a cheap diversion. But at the same time, he knew he had to act... something like that of an odd version of a father figure of sorts. But how was he going to do this, he wondered as he felt Casca pull her hands back and hollered at him like a child. So what did he have to do? After a moment, Guts attempted to reach for her hands again, grabbing onto them firmly but had to be careful for Puck as he was still stuck there."Casca. Put him down." He then spoke with a bit more firmness in his voice now.

['Nosferatu', 'Zodd', 'Guts', 'Godot']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/98684/

Paradise Isle (Fades & Good Girls)

The cameras couldn't stop snapping. From the moment he stepped on stage, Jeffrey Tremonti of Innovation Inc. had everything pointed at him, from the live feeds to the flashes. From the magazines, to MSNBC, to FOX, to members of talk radio even YouTube was here, streaming the event. A thousand microphones were thrust into the air. A thousand voices rose in cacophony, causing none of them to rise at all. He smiled, that charming smile. He raised a commanding hand, palm extended. "You know," he said into a microphone, his own that was up at the classy, clear podium to one side of the stage, "if we're all going to talk at once, then everyone'ssaying, no one'slistening." This got a round of light laughter. Most quickly quieted down, but a few quickly seized the opportunity to be heard."Mr.Tremonti. Gabriel Greene, Yahoo News. What do you think of all the rumors that this is a publicity stunt, or that slavery in 2019 is a human rights violation?""Well, it's not 'slavery,' though that may be an easy, quick word to define it. It's 'consensual servitude,' with consent being the most underlying part. And if this is all a publicity stunt, aren't you all just as guilty?" That brought another light round of laughs."Mr.Tremonti. Chelsea Amo're, Vanity Fair. How can you possibly call it 'consent' when and woman who accepts your terms is never allowed to change her mind?""Because that's what contracts are, sweetheart." He snickered, "And with fine, thick lips like that, if you raise up a step or two on the social ladder, maybe there's a contract sitting here for you too." He winked. Her face grew vibrant red, though out of embarrassment or fury, it was hard to say. Everyone had another chuckle. "No. See. Here's how it works. I was very clear in my initial interviews two weeks ago, and in that timeframe the talking heads and the Op Ed pieces all managed to twist it into what they wanted, or needed, to make it out that this is something it isn't. Innovation is a company I started from the ground up when I was nineteen. I've been fortunate enough to amass four hundredbillion, and we're at a rate where we're making north of thirty fivemilliona day. We're on record as treating our employees great look, we're the number six ranked in the country for that, number six and we donate to charity more than any other company in our field. I've accomplished an incredible amount. And I'm going to enjoy the fruits of that labor. My name is still on the checks, I'll still be involved in high level decisions, but the day to day will be handled by other members of Innovation's board while I enjoy semi retirement. In doing so, I'm going to use the money I've accumulated to purchase the companionship of the finest in the world, much as one would hire the best chef, or the best mechanic.""Patricia Teller, New York Times. Why not just extend an invitation then? Why the need for 'contracts,' as you call them?"He shrugged, "Because I want something more long term. Look, this is something happening entirely of each person's own consent. There's no force. There's no coercion. My answers are now as they were when this was first announced, that I'm prepared to offer an excessively generous check to the charity of the lady in question's choosing in payment for her agreeing to embrace this idea together, the amount of which will be weighted fairly depending on her level of fame.""Jonathan Harris, ABC News. Doesn't this kick wide open the door though, reintroducing the possibility of slavery again to the civilized world?""Well, I mean, Jonathan. I get what you're saying. I get what you're saying. 'Kick wide open'? No. Creak it? Nudge it a crack? That would be a fairer question, but even then I would argue that. I would argue there's a line, and we're all adults and we all understand that the line is at free will something that, once they've signed on the dotted line, they're no different than a professional painter, or Broadway actor, or anyone else who's agreed to perform a very specific service for an allotted period of time.""Michelle Yeoh, Playboy. Isn't 'one hundred years' of allotted time bordering on insanity, though?""No," he said simply. "See, here's the thing that's just lawyer speak. In the same way someone can be on trial for 'ten lifetimes' and other such nonsense, it's to get the point across that this is 'going forward.' You can't really put 'for the rest of your life' into a written contract, it just doesn't work that way.""Because that would be slavery, right? ...Christopher Murdoch, The Daily Show."Jeffrey rolled his eyes. "Yeah.Thatwould be. I'm sorry, what were you? Daily Show? I miss Stewart. Anyway, who left the window open? Aren't snowflakes supposed to be outside?" This brought a sharp round of laughter from some, even cheers, while a number of others all started talking into their microphones all at once. "Look, look, can you cut their mics? Cut everyone's but the podium," as he looked off to someone working a booth off to the side of the room. Jeffrey looked back to the crowd, "Listen, everyone, listen. Calm down. I've already given a number of interviews that's not what today is. Today is a happy day, a fun day. Today is for the big reveal. Whether current 2019 culture likes it or not, I've decided to use my money to trade for the companionship of any high end celebrity that wants to forego her current life and life in pampered luxury. You may say it's sexist, and by your definition, maybe it is. But isn't the Left all about two people being allowed to do what they want, so long as it's with consent, and no one is being hurt? We're actually herehelpingpeople, so if you really believe your base, you'd be putting your hands together in applause. Can I see some applause from those here to help celebrate all this great charity today?"The crowd was split. Plenty did applaud. Others simply remained quiet, red faced and obviously searching for a response.Jeffrey stood there, up at the podium, smirking at the crowd. He glanced off to the side, off stage, to the first girl to make sure she was ready. He gave her a smile and a wink, then looked back to the crowd they hadn't even actually 'met' yet, officially, he and any of his lovely volunteers, but they were all backstage now, and had had all afternoon to get to know one another leading up to this big reveal. He stood there, early forties, tousled dark brown curls atop his head and a light jawline beard and mustache. His clothes were respectable, professional, but not too official silk burgundy collared shirt and black Armani dress slacks. The sleeves on his shirt were undone at the cuffs, rolled loosely to his elbows, and on his left wrist was a brown watch whose face seemed to shine with near every angle of the light. He smirked, reaching up, adjusting a matching colored set of brown glasses. Inwardly, to himself, away from the microphone and with a smirk, he spoke, "I swear, stockholder meetings are one thing. A few more minutes of this shit and I'll be sporting my first wrinkle."He stepped back to the clear podium. "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe that's enough questions. Remember, today is all about major life decisions, about respect and, most of all, a celebration! Whether or not you or your organization agreepersonally, I would like to think we're all adult enough to beprofessional, and that we're all human enough to understand...that eight hundred seventy fivemillionis about to be donated, between four different checks."There was a gasp. Following that, some broke into cheers. Others into questions, though with their microphones cut it was an easy enough din to speak over. "Ta da! The big reveal, right? Everyone's been speculating, the last two weeks who's it gonna be? Who would accept? I'm happy to announce that we havefour beautiful young ladies here today, all stars in their own right, and that between them we're looking at a little shy of abilliondollars going to some really great causes. But that's enough from me, isn't it? Who, right? They're each going to share a moment with you in their own words. But who? ...Ladies and gentlemen, it's my distinguished honor, my pleasure, to introduce to you first...Miss Emilia Clarke!"His arm gestured out to the far side of the stage, inviting her on. The flash of the cameras began before she could even appear. Money can't buy you happiness.That's what people who desperately wanted more money liked to say, anyway. And any number of people who made millions upon millions of dollars could even probably lay claim to saying that given the sheer number of people in the public eye who tended to crash and burn spectacularly due to their various demons and vices. The human mind wasincredibleat finding ways in which more would never be enough.But more money than you could ever spend in a hundred lifetimes? It might not buyhappiness, but it sure as hell could buy a considerable amount of peace of mind. Four HundredBillion was the kind of mind boggling non number that when attributed to a single person nobody could quite imagine what they would do with that much. It might as well have been a child with a jojillion dollars. Never mind that it was Innovation that was, technically, valued at that particular sum when corporations were people, the people were their corporations after all. And when it was in fact one person's sum to spend for all practical purposes, well!That's when people were whatever you wanted them to be.What could have lead to this, though? Yes, in the broad sense, the idea that there were women willing to put their lives in the hands of others wasn't so far fetched. How many young ladies married for status or security more than strictly for love? But there were divorces. There were insurance scams and accidental tumbles down the stairs. There were waysout. From the way Jeffrey Tremonti's proposal had spread across the media, there were no doubt individuals who genuinely believed that if he were to drop dead of a heart attack tomorrow, then anyone stupid enough to have signed up for this game of his would end up buried alive in his coffin alongside him like the pharaohs of old. One hundred years was a lifetime for anyone who wasn't currently alittletoo young for the sort of status being sought, after all. So why on Earth would any woman who in comparison to so many others had everything that she ever could have asked for sign her life away? Her very personhood?Why wouldEmilia Clarke?Write up the think pieces now: Solo was the least hyped Star Wars movie in franchise history, Terminator: Genisys was one more nail in the coffin of that series, and the sole cash cow to which she was tethered was taking its final bow. Bomb after bomb after bomb, followed by the singular success of her career? The desperate slut was going to grasp at whatever relevance she could find. Sure, she was aname, but in many folks eyes, the writing was on the wall from the first click of her heel on stage. She couldn't even finish the first turn of her wave before paragraphs were cemented in stone about how this grand experiment had been a honeypot for actresses on thecuspof failure grasping for whatever lifeline they might have seen dangled in their direction.But she certainly didn't look desperate.If anything, her smile was positively beaming, notquiteenough to look nervous or manic, and justmorethan usual enough to seem a touch overwhelmed. Taken aback by the sheer amount of flashbulbs and mic muted chattering to have her off her game, but .. well, ever so British enough to take it all in stride just the same, with each stride elegantly rippling thecurtainof her gown around her unseen heels which made their presence known as much with the sound of them against the stage as they did by thetiniestbit of elevation to her height. The heels, the sleek contours of her gown, and the pull of her hair all lent a certain elegance to her approach from the wings, giving her that crucialsomethingthat always made it seem as though the screen could magnify a performer's presence. Here, there was nothing but herself to magnify that presence, and given the circumstances, she looked as though she were twice her height.She was not desperate, defeated, or unwanted. She took to the stage proudly, but with a humble patience in the way she clasped her hands in front of her and waited for the initial furor and picture snapping to die down."She was wrong, she didn't fall on her bum the minute she got out there," hissed a whisper in curtains to another hidden away for her turn."Too bad," the same whisper decided after a heartbeat of silence for effect.But then, Emilia's dress and careful posture did little to show off what she was more certain an utterly imbalanced quaking in her legs, which might well have purely been in her own mind come to think of it. To all gathered, she seemed like she was there for the red carpet gala, and not what was a massive violation of human rights in the minds of so many already."I can only imagine that there are anumberof questions about what had lead me to stand up on this stage here today, and what could have possibly convinced me tosign my life awayas so many have put it already. But I actually think it's important that I make a distinction about that right now, if it's alright for me to do so on Mr. Tremonti's behalf. It's not only that I myself, nor the other three women who may be taking this stage alongside me today, have not been pressured by him, his company, or anyone else in my own professional or private life to sign a contract that would for all intents and purposes leave my future entirely in the hands of this ..mind bogglinglyaudacious individual," she said, her professional, almost casuallydisclosure agreementstyle reading of her own introduction giving way to a bit of a broader grin as she lifted her clasped hands and gingerly used them to point in Jeffrey's direction while she stifled a laugh at her own description of him and this entirelymadescapade she had found herself a part of.Just a little bit of broken ice, and the wobble in her knees felt much more manageable."But I want to make it clear it's that I haven't. I haven't signed any such thing. There is nothing coercing or forcing me to stand here before you, legally or otherwise, and introduce myself as the first to accept Mr. Tremonti'sludicrousoffer," she continued with precisely the same smile that spoke of just how much she was in on the insanity of it all with each of his greatest detractors "because the simple fact of the matter is that I haven't accepted it yet. There is nothing to stop me from walking right over there and through the backstage exit," she added, pointing to the side of the stage behind her benefactor's podium, "should I change my mind. And now you're all tap tapping away on your phones about how he set the event upexpertlyto force us to set up that both he and we are of sound mind," she added with a little bit of a wiggle of her thumbs pantomiming the expected tweets about her opening statements.Laughter was good. She warmed up, both with a slight shift of her shoulders and the tiniest addition of ruddiness to her cheeks."But I'm not going to change my mind," she said, as firmly as she could."I have come here today to request that Jeffrey Tremonti not only make a donation to the Anima Foundation in my name, a charity dedicated to nurses and doctors specializing in injury and trauma to the brain, but that he sees to it that my every last fungible asset be used to secure ongoing funding and expenses for the foundation for as long as my worth will allow. I have not come to this stage to be a curiosity or a headline for those attending, but to use my privilege and my wealth to insure that those who can best use my material assets will be able to do so to truly help others now and in the future. I know that there are those of you who will cluck your tongues at the flash in the pan actress who's best role has come to an end, and I welcome you to draw your own conclusions on my career and how it relates to my decision today. After all, to most of you, I will and would never be anything butKhaleesi."Her smile was as easy as it had been since she'd taken to the stage, the tiniest bit of a spark of satisfied amusement dancing in her rich blue eyes. She reached up then, looping her hands up behind her neck and into her hair, where she undid the clasping barrette keeping her brunette locks in place until they came spilling gently down against the side of her neck and her shoulders with the tiniest shake of her chin."But that's not the totality of who I am," she said. "Mother of dragons, breaker of chains. One role, many roles. A daughter, a sister, an actress, a friend, I've been so many things." Still holding the barrette balanced against her thumb and index finger, Emilia continued to fidget ever so slightly as she removed each of her earrings and then left all three pieces of jewelry held lightly in one palm. "What I want to say is that today, with this opportunity, I can be one more thing," she continued as she gently but deftly pulled off her rings from her balancing hand and added them to the small handful of accouterments."Everyone gathered here, to shoot this, to write about this, to question this, or to simply recognize this as an interesting way to spend the day, you have something in your head about who I am to you, and what it means for me to be a part of this. But it's not quite true. I'm Emilia," she said, partially by way of correction and partially by way of long belated introduction. She rolled her jewelry loosely, able to hold it all in one palm, though the sounds it may have made did not pick up on the mic.Surprisingly, her other handsingingthe zipper at her back with a single tiny, short tug did.The prayer that so often held up red carpet gowns gave way to a reality without model gum or double sided tape, and with a much quieter whisper, Miss Clarke's matching cream colored heels were revealed above the sudden elegant rippling of her dress down into a silken puddle on the stage. And without those heels, well, someone might have even made the claim that she wasnaked."And I reject that," she decided, a period not just on her introduction, but her existence.She even managed to swoop down elegantly, nary a shimmy of her naked breasts unintentional in their motion as she bent just enough to recover her dropped dress onto the edge of her fingers and let it join her jewelry all clutched in her right hand. Some might have argued that she'd been overworking her personal trainer just for this moment there were surely going to be countless frame by frame comparisons and questions and arguments about the actress on stage now versus the last time she had seen sit to do a nude scene on television, and how much better or worse each metric might have been but none could argue that the stage lights didn'tfavorthe pale peach of bare skin to give it just the right light, from the delicate kiss of lipstick setting her mouth off to the strikingly similar color of her nipples, peaked playfully whether from the nerves and adrenaline or the chill in the air with none particularly in a position to argue the cause when they could instead be capturing the effect with their too lavish cell phone cameras. No doubt there would even be those who questioned if any particular shine around the well kempt brunette curls beneath her abdomen was just a trick of the light.Click! Click! Click! Both cameras and her heels as Emilia strode across the stage, her legs held sculpted and high in her seemingly uncomfortable footwear and the rest of her held with equal height as she locked eyes with Jeffrey and gave not a single look or thought to anyone else .. even as she made a humblebrag of her own existence by way of showcasing her sideways silhouette when she bent at the waist in front of his podium and unstrapped too her heels, slipping easily out of them and managing to bring them up each on a finger, until everything she had been wearing genuinely fit in one hand."Let me sign your contract, and I will be nothing except what you make of me," she told him. "I will have nothing except that which you give me," she said, and with a forcefulthunk, she nearly as an afterthought threw her entire beautiful ensemble directly into the trash bin next to his podium without removing her eyes from his. "I, being of sound body and mind," she said with a glimmer of a grin at the corner of her lips as she made certain to re emphasize her consent in this entire affair, "would like nothing more than to sell you my body and mind for any amount that you might think them worth.".. it would have been justtoocruel to low ball her a sum given those terms! ...Spectacular.Breathtaking.Everything about her was elegance and grace, was poise and well mannered. Jeffrey watched Emilia's moment as taken as the rest of the crowd, giving no effort to hide a cheek to cheek smile. It was no random choice, having her go first, having Emilia be his very first official slave. While it was true that each of the women here today would be able to lay claim to such a thing, her claim would be the truest, as there had simply been a feeling about her that she would set the standard for what he wanted this to be, and the caliber of respect and applicants he wanted it to garner. In short, she hadn't disappointed.He watched calm, quiet, but in no way made move to hide the approval beaming upon his face. Whereas the elegant Brit harbored a light smirk and an even gentler caress of red across her features, Jeffrey allowed a grin to stretch more notably at one side of his face in an almost trademarked fashion. He watched, quite surreally, as a kid on Christmas morning, as the Christmas present unwrappeditself, strode about, and proclaimed quite definitively that her new purpose was solely to be his toy.This certainly beat a model train set.As she came to stand beside him, beside the podium, Jeffrey looked deeply into her blue eyes. He held the gaze while Emilia spoke, while she proclaimed for everyone to hear, but mostly now proclaimed herself to him. He kept eye contact as she shifted to remove her shoes. He kept eye contact as she discarded of the outfit entirely, the noise of which making its own audible statement, that such was behind her. He kept eye contact even as a grin teased at the edge of her lips, which, looking to her like this, in this moment, just that tease of a smirk caused a new surge of warmth in the pit of his chest. He let her speak, and, when she was done, allowed the moment to linger.Cameras continued to snap.Flashes continued going off.He stepped aside from the podium, and then another, stepping in close to her. With the loss of her heels their heights were even more defined. But still he leaned in, not breaking gaze with the brunette until he had to, not breaking gaze until this moment, where he leaned in, slipped the fingers of one hand into her smaller, more slender, gave them an affectionate squeeze, and he kissed Emilia, right outside the edge of her lips, right at that corner where it tugged endearingly into her cheek.And then he whispered, something quiet, something private. Something just for them. "Magnificent," he breathed. "You are truly stunning, my darling." Another tender peck to what was technically her cheek. His lips rose after that, his words still coming privately, face nuzzled into that beautiful brunette hair from just beside her ear. "...For what it's worth, I loved your performances in those movies. If the world is too short sighted to cherish you, then worry not over them, for that ismyrole now."Jeffrey gave her hand another light, little squeeze, before letting go, his touch slipping away. He stepped back. "Oh, and worry not on yourworth," he said with a smirk, his voice not loud per se, but not as private as before. The first two rows or so might have heard it. With a wink, "To me, that part was never in question." He stepped back a bit more. At the back of the stage were four large, black sheets, the closest one of which he stepped to now. Keeping eye contact directly with Emilia, he grasped the sheet with both hands, lifting it up, overhead with a flourish and a twirl, discarding it deftly off to a side as lights and cameras quickly continued on. The reveal was another, smaller podium, black velvet draped along its cylinder, with a black stand behind it. Upon the black stand was an oversized check, a sum oftwo hundred and sixty three million dollarsmade out to the Anima Foundation, the sum of her net worth being added to the amount an A Lister would garner for embracing this bold offer. 'On behalf of Miss Emilia Clarke' was elegantly written in the Notes section of the check. In front of it, back on the circular stand of flowing black velvet, was the lofty presence of the contract, the details of which had been made public, and had already been thoroughly made clear to each volunteer here today. The contract itself was just as much a showpiece as anything else here on the set, made out more like a medieval scroll rather than a more modern stack of papers, complete with curled ends, and a long, feathered quill set beside.He stepped back to Emilia, and once again that was in a light voice that perhaps only the first row or two would pick up on, "Forget the crowd," he spoke. A hand went back to hers, this time only loosely claiming two fingers betwixt a few of his own in what was a brief, light hold before letting go again. "For this moment, take as much time as you need. When you are done, kneel front and center on the stage, facing off to the side." For what would come then was the final part of this 'presentation,' this 'ceremony' that had been made clear to each of the girls beforehand, just as the particulars of the contract had been. ...It was to be asizzling period, at the end of the sentence that was Emilia's offer of servitude, which would serve as a bold, surprise finish to all others in attendance, truly driving home the day's permanence. How easy would it have been to give the interview in a day or two, were this your average tinsel town marketing stunt?"Oh, I hardly even noticed the cameras going off. When you're really connecting with someone in a scene, they're all you see. It's not until you pull back to the reality of the backstage bustle and the craft services table that it all falls away again and you remember you're just there doing a job, albeit one I'd never trade for the world."Emilia's words both humbly self effacing and yet somewhat in awe of the entire process that they had managed to get away with, the politely interested and incredulous interviewer framing the amusement on her face through some bit of purple prose.That was how events like these weresupposedto work. Even the most off the cuff and improvised engagement, in front of the media, was one more scene in a play where all the world was a stage. And it wasn't working like that at all.The world didn't fall away. The snapping cameras and murmuring voices didn't disappear into the black void over the edge of the stage. No matter how polished and shined it had been, the floor beneath the balls of her feet had an ever so slightly coarse texture to it from some falling of dust or grain in the wood that grounded her with a friction that was far too real, the air conditioning of a venue seating all those many, many people here to witness Jeffrey Tremonti's grand insanity felt on every tiny pinprickle bump on her skin that might have seemed immaculate from afar but might as well have been a roadmap of unaccustomed chills to a gliding touch up her arm. Shefeltcold to his touch when it came, like a cool sheet on a waiting mattress, but just the same she warmed so immediately and contoured to his touch so readily that any chill was immediately forgotten within seconds of their fingers touching.Their positioning hid her behind him, as though he was protecting her from the cruel gaze of the paparazzi, and yet let herpeekin a way that appealed to their thirstiest instincts. No one had missed whatever angle they might have liked of Miss Clarke's full frontal surprise, and yet it was the vision of his three quarters profile only allowing the sleek line of her hip and leg to show beyond his own, or the way her eyes seemed to be framed hovering just at his shoulder with the expression on her face otherwise masked by the same, that would be the kind of tastefully perfect metaphor for a cover story about a man literally subjugating one of his favorite actresses, controlling and protecting her in equal measure.Emilia felt every snap. Realized her tits werealreadyeverywhere on Twitter . Knew every picture was another comment about how she ought to have shaved even further, knew every angle was another from which she would be attacked for how her backside didn't hangjustright for that person's particular perfect preferences, and she knew and felt immense relief. She wouldn't even have cell service anymore, she realized in a very real, grounding way. She didn't have aphone or a computer, or a newspaper or magazine opened before her. Going through with this meant she would never see anything like that again, knowing only what Jeffreyallowedher to know, in some ways. And the race of her heart and the realization of what she had really just done all seemed to melt away with the realization of what she was really about to do.She'dknown, or she wouldn't be here. And now sheknewin a way that wouldn't have been possible until this moment. No matter what submissive fantasies she had harbored, no matter what dreams of a simpler life might have drifted between her ears, no matter what had lead her to now, it wasn't until he took her hands and held her eyes that she felt from top to bottom the weight and release of what she was doing here today. Today was when it was going to become real."I can recite lines for you later, if you like," she whispered like a sweet nothing that sounded as giddy as it did completely breathless in its near lack of audibility, a rush of amusement and panic blending together all at once.They're very bad lines,she didn't say, but definitely thought in a manner that contributed to that giddy thrill running laps up and down the bow of her spine. Her fingers followed his with nearly every motion, not quitestuck, but certainly wanting to linger in the warmth of his touch in a way that kept them grounded to one another. That gave her the one bit of cover she was currently afforded, the cover of giving herself completely to this man in this mad endeavor, even as she revealed herself utterly to the world one last time. Compared to all of that, it was hard to take much thrill in the reveal of her own worth. In a monetary sense, it seemed so verysmall to reduce her entire life to date and forthcoming to a number. Even, especially, to 263,000,000. Sure, thatseemedlike a lot. Itwasa lot. But what was a human life worth?.. apparently, that."She looked like she almost wanted him to low ball her. After all that talk about hoping she'd raised a good amount," whispered the curtains to the shadows."Maybe she's the kind of upper class that likes the idea of the low class. Maybe she'd have creamed herself if she'd gotten bought for a nickle,"the shadows whispered back, more in good natured teasing than any cruelty to the first among them to go through this ordeal."Speculation usually starts with the self,"the curtains taunted."Shh," the wings implored this was the good part. Or at least, the important part.The part with the quilled pen in between her fingers. The appropriately gaudy contract before her. The promise of everything that had been determined prior, writ in as close to stone as it would ever be, with the dissolution of all that she had been. Her physical and financial assets. Her citizenship records. Her birth certificate. Her rights under known British and Global law. With a flourish, she would genuinely be His property and governed by no laws save for those of his little sovereign nation of an island, enforced world wide at his discretion for all those who were a part of it or something along those lines? The truth of the matter was that Emilia Clarke understood the weight of what signing the contract meant even if she couldn't recite every single legal reason why itworked. With the quill in her hand, his presence at her back, and the crowd finally drifting away into the blissful dizziness of there being nothing but him and the stage and the choice in front of her, she knew there were now only two steps. She could step away, back to her life, cold feet returning her to her career a little bit more infamous and surprising than she had seemed before she had set foot on this stage today.Or she would go from person to thing.Beloved, adored, cherished, pampered thing, but thing nonetheless. Property. Pet. Furniture. All at once, sometimes, one after the other at others. Whatever He wanted of her, always.She had been many things in her life, and with an achingly simple scratching of script, she wasn't anymore.Emiliaon the line, not her signature, but elegant script nonetheless. Not even a surname to follow it, since as of that moment, she was no longer a part of the family to which she had been borne. She was of a different group, a different caste, a different taxonomy in some ways. The first of her kind, to the chagrin or relief of the others who had all wondered and jockeyed and speculated on who would have to go first and how it would feel to go last, or to be in the middle, or any other number of variables that could overtake the day. If she expected to feel relief, or to collapse as her nerves all reacted at once, or to, well,cream herselfat the realization of what she'd just done, there was nothing quite so fancy as all that.There was justEmilia, and she was still holding the quill until she put it down with a smile.And then she wrenched eons of evolution to the task of getting her to turn her hip and place her foot behind her so that she could turn away, and another millenia of self empowerment to get the other foot to follow suit. Like she was stuck in molasses, every ripple of her stripped curvature might as well have lingered for a fortnight in the eyes of those observing her .. even if in reality, she simply seemed to sign the contract and then begin to walk toward the front of the stage as though she had hit the catwalk. There was nothing leadennorartistic in her stance when she approached the end of the stage and the sea of darkness that stared hungrily up at the Persephone who had just greedily taken as many seeds as there were years remaining in her life, no matter how it must have felt for her toforceherself to walk that short length to the end of the stage.Because she had regrets about what she had done? Absolutely not. What she had done was entirely in the smile and the locking of her eyes that she had shared with Jeffrey, of that she had no regrets. She had only one fear, one inextricable, dangerous, stomach twisting fear of what was to come, and she was almost certain that that was why Mr. Tremonti had shared the details of what was going to be expected of them so thoroughly beforehand. She hadn't eaten anything prior to this, and she was very glad now as she looked down at the vague features of those in the front row and smiled prettily down at them as she stooped and placed her palm on the end of the stage, balancing elegantly with catlike grace in her downward swooping onto her knees, a position she held cleanly as soon as it was taken. She lifted her chin, and held it high and proud, shoulders back holding her posture with equal pride. And yet those in the front could see the tremble of adrenaline and fear coursing through her. Whether in the tremor of her shoulder beneath her hair or the delectably subtle quiver of her breasts with her breathing and trepidation alike, it was all too easy to assume that what they saw was the second thoughtsrushingfrom a young actress's head throughout her entire body.It wasn't that. Well, not really entirely.It's just that ..yes, Emilia had submissive tendencies. But she didn't have masochistic ones.She didn'tenjoypain.Even if she of all of them knew best that it was through fire that one was truly reborn. Jeffrey watched, everything. The bravery. The nervousness. The nakedness, and complete vulnerability because of it. The emotional vulnerability in addition to the physical. But, no she wasn't emotionally vulnerable, this one. He watched everything, and that included the triumphant rising above it. She was strong. Ferocious, even. Everything she did, she carried herself with an endearing humanity that others only wished, in their very deepest thoughts, they might be so bold one day as well.She was someone whogot it, Jeffrey thought.His Emilia, he thought with a smile as he watched her own her moment like a champion.With the signing of the document she made everything official. This was all pomp, everything around them, this was all circumstance a circus of nudity and cameras, of microphones and opinions that didn't necessarily have to be part of this. Strip it all away, and truth was, the ink now drying upon that rolled parchment was very, very real. As were the words writ above it, creating a lifelong agreement between two consenting adults.He'd listened to her talk. He'd watched her walk, conviction brimming, naked and yet fierce all the same. He'd watched her take her position on the stage, knelt at its front, at its center, presenting her body to the crowd in a submissive kneel yet it was not a submission to them. Jeffrey took a slow, deep breath as she did this. This was part of the 'show,' part of the statement that the five of them were going to make together to the world this day. He had yet to meet any of his ladies officially, one on one, but an aide had walked them through the presentation part of this all backstage, everything from presenting their charity, to the token act of signing in front of an audience, to this, what would come next, perhaps the most meaningful presentation of it all.The taller, fully dressed man stepped off the side of the stage quietly, unnotably, whilst the bare and discerning beauty kept everyone's attention. Another aide brought himla touche finale French for 'the finishing touch,' which was etched into the side of a branding iron. The rod was shorter than most, only about a few inches or so, with a dark walnut wooden handle that fluted at the bottom, and a top that already shone with an orange red glow.The brand? His initials. JT, joined at the top, encircled, in a sleek, elegant font.Jeffrey returned to the stage with the tool in tow, the fingers of his right hand wrapped around its dark wooden handle. The glow of its head is what caught the eye of the crowd as he appeared, walking slowly toward Emilia from behind her and to the side, and it's what caused a distinct hush, followed by a just as clear din of mixed excitement and disbelief among all in attendance. Things had gone so quiet that his footsteps were unexpectedly audible, clicking heavy and slow against the stage. Walking toward her. Coming up, then, to stand directly behind.Then he knelt. One knee to the floor, the other jutted forward, just behind her. In a flow his free hand, his left, swept around her head, brushed back he brunette hair, and turned her head to the side which he met, leaning forward and to the side, bending down into a kiss. Their first kiss. Soft, yet meaningful. Quiet, brief, yet tender, even with the cameras clicking away. He whispered, breathing against her lips as he did so, his words once again just for her, "It's okay to cry, or scream, or clutch, or whatever else you feel you need to do. Just try to stay still." A second kiss, higher now, was placed on Emilia's forehead. "I'm already proud of you," the whisper continued. But it was immediately after that, unfortunately, the tenderness had to go away.That left hand sifted into her beautiful brown hair, taking firm hold of a fistful at its base. He pulled Emilia back to an upright kneel, then urged her forward, then back, sharply, sending her loose hair flailing up in a show as he forced her back to sharply arch into his knee, the back of her head to lay atop his thigh, and her bare bosom to jut forward, prominently, on display.Without further hesitation his right hand came around, the red hot head of the branding iron pressing into the flesh above Emilia's left breast, searing her new master's initials right against her heart.His own heart ached, there, in that moment, despite how the world thought him insane, or a monster, or simply an asshole for all of this. His own heart raced. His jaw held a slight quiver to it. But Jeffrey remained firm, seeing it through, holding the iron there for several seconds as he counted in his head. By the time the act was done and he dropped the iron to the stage, it landing beside them with a clatter, light wisps of smoke could be seen wafting if one looked ever so closely, and the smell of the marked flesh did the job just as well for anyone that was further away.Jeffrey quickly grabbed her about the waist. He'd let go of her hair and his kneel quickly devolved to a sit as he pulled Emilia's back to his chest, holding her there in an embrace. "Fuck, fuck fuck, it's real."The hissing whisper turned excitable in a way that was impossible even for that small gathering to decide whether it was the result of sudden terror, overwhelming excitement, absolute fascination, abrupt cold feet, or most likely, an ever shimmering combination of all four wrapped up in one panicking burst of wonder that was accompanied by a clutching of the curtains so tight that fingers had to be gently grabbed by other slim digits to keep one of their number from spoiling anything by causing the stage drapes to come crashing down. "Did you think that of all things was an exaggeration?" a hush asked with fair incredulity. "Some things just aren't real until they're ..... real." the third quiet ethereally considered, and then, almost as one, three lower lips found themselves pinched by teeth in terrified, wondering anticipation.AndLa Touche Finalehad onlyjustannounced itself with its glowing presence on the stage, the only glow that could have hoped to have overshadowed the eyes and the smile of the actress who had decided to dedicate her life to the dedication of her living in service of another. But this was not the clear eyed shine of submission realized on a grand stage. This was the angry glow of possession given wrought iron existence.Emilia did not so much astryto look up in his direction when the hush fell quite literally over the crowd, only to give way to their murmuring, questioning, indignant awe dacity in the fact of what was so clearly about to happen. Theheatof the moment was entirely mythological in her head. It was impossible to feel five hundred degrees from across the stage, from so small a source. It was impossible to measure months of time required to truly heal, when it was the heat that was going to renew in the first place. She remained beatific in her regard of the gathered journalists, pundits, and presshounds who were close enough to see the first prickle of a nervous glow making its way across the regal pale of Emilia's brow. Her smile quivered, but did not falter while they prattled on about their realizations of what thepiece de resistanceof the contract signing was to be.She had had time to come to grips with this, even if now in the moment, she might as well have had no time at all.Thetap, tap, tapof his shoes seemed to be happening in slow motion compared to her heartbeat. Rather than the captive hummingbird in her rib cage, this was the steady promise of thetruesigning of their accord, and each thrum of his well to do footwear across the floorboards may as well have lanced straight up from where her knees kissed the same.Throb, throb, throbwent her cunt, inpropertime.Flip, flip, flip went her stomach in confounding concert with the same.And then like that, she was his in his hand, and in his lips, absolutely. There was something about the entire display of it, the entire display ofher beingentirelyon display beneath and against him before the crowd, he impeccably dressed and carefully controlled in the winding of his fingers through her hair, that only reinforced the correctness of her decision. She showed all that she had had for him, and he would show as much as he liked in return, and she had no expectation or desire for those two things to be in league with one another. She wasn't his equal she didn't desire to be. She was simplyhis. And maybe there was no need for that to be more properly sealed than in the feeling of that first real kiss, her lips soft, pliant, and warm to his own. She could tell him as much without a single word, the possession he had over his new possession. But what she couldn't share was the deep truth of what she was giving up and what it meant toher to the rest of the world He would know, and he was the only one who needed to know.Except of course, that the entire world knowing was kind of part of the bloody point, wasn't it?She exhaled sharp and shuddering when he broke from the kiss and whispered the last things she would ever hear as a free woman the last thing she needed to hear.He was already proud of her.For someone who, in slow self realization and reckless desires built up over years and months and the prior weeks that had all lead to Emilia realizing what it was she truly needed, imagined that nothing more than his desires and his needs and his decisions would ever again matter in her life, that promise was the sort of thing that could shut the mind down in euphoric bliss that made it so much easier to endure any cruelty that could have come after.I mean, itcould. Maybe not so much when one was having her tit cooked.She tried, oh goodgodshe tried, to put on the stiff upper lip that Britain was so good for. It didn't even last for as long as it took for the iron to getclose to her skin, the heat of it feeling like she'd already gotten far too close to the broiler when reaching in to recover some bubbling dish from inside the oven. A flit of utter panic danced against her eyelashes and then her vision went entirely white. Her throat clenched up with such severity that when her lips snapped open of their own accord, no sound came out but for a squeak of tightly controlled air, and her hands slammed down so quickly that the only purchase she could find with them was somewhere that might have been his ankle?The pain was so immediately intense, so white hot incredulously blinding, that she didn't transcend it with a kiss and warm feelings. She transcended it because her body almost went into shock. And that transcendent sensation nearly threw her into whatever distant light awaited her, only for the literally searing agony of her skin tosnapher back into her body thanks to the residual curve of her chest squeezing back up against the iron to sweetly kiss the side of it, while the flesh around the point of contact gamely broiled itself pink in the siphoning heat of her blackening brand. And it was thatyankback into her own body which snapped Emilia's tear filled eyes open to a proper vision all over again, and somehow, she realized that sound in the air was in fact her own scream.She stopped it as quickly as she could, which was to say, with monumental effort and a wailing, sobbing exhalation that she could scarcely calm or conduct with any sort of grace. She was still largely only thanks to the luck of her momentary shock and the knowledge that anything else could have been so much worse if she wiggled or jiggled too much, and left herself not only in smoldering pain, but with a misshapen promise forever staring back up at her when she looked down. Trying to control her breathing was impossible. She kicked the stage with her bare heels hard enough to worry about damage to her feet accompanying the damage to her sizzling skin. And she didn't even realize it wasoverwhen the iron kissed the stage and considered leaving a smoldering streak in its wake, even if it would have needed to bemuchhotter to blacken the boards the same way it had blackened the broad. It kept burning. It didn'tstopburning just because he had taken it off, and that was a brand new fear to erupt through her guileless, wet breaths and wide eyes. What if it just never did? What if she not only bore the brand for the rest of her life, butfeltit searing into her for all that time too? It was just that the nerve endings that hadn't died in the process remained all too aware of the fact that they were nonetheless suffering a variety of degrees of burns radiating out from his initials, and reminding her of how much that was going to be screaming fordaysat least.She clutched his shirt and buried herself against him, never moresmall than when the brunette attempted to curl herself into the deadened center of her new marking so as to make it as painless to the rest of her body, to be burned away and promised like so much phoenix ash that she would rise stronger and healthier than ever before. She rocked, she sobbed, and she tried desperately tofeelher fingers and toes even while her nerves attempted to go on holiday in solidarity to their fallen brethren. An out of body experience would have been easier, but she was alltoo much in her body.Inhisbody."I think my pussy just turned inside out,"came the first panicked squeak from the peanut gallery, who seemed to be collectively wondering if the woman who had seemed the calmest and most assured of them reacted likethatto the finishing touch, what was it going to mean for their own performance?" kyou. Thankyou. Thankyou." She sobbed the words against his chest for several seconds, running them together, practically kissed into his chest rather than spoken aloud. Her spine shook like it was stuck in a run away massage chair, and her limbs refused to work save to keep her in the fetal position against his warm embrace. And so, it might have seemed somewhat alarming for her to .. tip. That she was about to collapse entirely, that it was going to be for the best that he hold her tighter and keep her upright. But Emilia tipped enough to put her hand flat on the stage, to bend her knees a tiny bit, and to suck in a deep, shuddering sob of a sound. Her other hand pushed him like the petulant child who wanted no comfort, forceful against his chest without being commanding until she could nearly fall away from him to land on that same palm against the stage in a half turn that left her hair spilling forward against her tear streaked cheeks. She breathed in and out rapidly, and then looked at him through her swimming sea of tears."Thank you," she said with something approaching clarity.She shifted her hips, and tucked her knees, keeping them closely together.She put her hands at the side of them, lowering her shoulders to leave her palms flat on the stage.And then Emilia arched her spine and pushed with her neck, lifting her chin and her head as high as she possibly could leaving her arms down on the stage necessitated the long curve in her back, leaving her very nearly catlike in the pose that pushed her shoulders and chin forward to the mostly shrouded crowd who had come here to watch this spectacle in the first place. Moreso than any moment before, she all but thrust herself upon their gaze, pushing her arms tenderly inward until her biceps all but perfectly framed the pert attentiveness of her girls and more importantly the horror she had invited upon her chest.Only at a distance, there was only a slight pinkish red visible around the edges of the pitch black stamp over her heart. It wasn't horror it was a signature. A stamp. A statement.One matched entirely by the way Emilia beamed from ear to ear, her teeth shining in the stage lights every bit as much as off of the sloppy rivulets of her tears down her cheeks. There had been no judgment of her screaming, of her writhing, of her grasping during that immense, intense moment. No judgment. None. None from him, and he would suffer no such thing from anyone else. His new pet, his official 'thing,' his pretty little Brit she had proven herself true to her word, and none would be allowed to tease her for her humanity in such an overwhelming moment.True to that thought, Jeffrey held her. In his embrace was both permanence and protection, keeping her close to him as she shook, as she sobbed. Protecting her emotionally perhaps more than physically as the moment had wracked her to a temporary, unpresentable state. There had been a slight rocking to the hold, knelt there center stage together, and an affectionate pet of her long brown hair, otherwise allowing everything else to exist as it was. It simply, tenderly continued until her volition deemed otherwise, until she wished something else. At first it was by a delicate strength that she pushed out of it, and than a firmer desire to relocate that strength of her own, as she haphazardly crawled out of the hug, and into a new, subservient position, having recollected herself. Re presenting herself to the world, shakily, but proudly.Film was so cheap nowadays. Bulbs, even less so. Thus they never stopped filming, never stopped snapping, never stopped flashing so as to catch every millisecond, to be pored over later to decide which shot of ten thousand was to grace the top of their article. If any were a frontrunner for that consideration, it would be this glory shot of the woman, now known as Emilia, tear stricken but beaming warmth, hair all about, knelt in a slave pose with her naked breasts pressed together and forward to show off the new permanence upon her bosom.And Jeffrey allowed it to happen, for a time. But just as Emilia had crawled away from him, the press given their moment for the photo op, so too did he, mega multi billionaire, dressed to the nines, lean forward from where he was sat on the stage, and crawl those two or so feet to where she was now. He pressed a hand, first, on Emilia's backside, followed by his leaning down, placing a truly intimate kiss upon her there. The pace was slow, and tender. His touch glided up and over her hip, masculine but not too rough, where his lips followed suit, rising along the back of her body, kissing her there now. Then it continued to her back, to the very base of her tailbone, where her cheeks parted, his touch, and his kiss both. Then up, along her spine, kissing every few inches of its contour, shaky as she was. Jeffrey continued up, on his hand and knees with her there, crawling over top Emilia's knelt body, until her spine gave way to her shoulder blades, and then to her left shoulder. He was over her wholly now, knee on either side, outside her own, carefully balancing himself as he held his weight up with one hand, trying his best to not put any of that weight truly atop her, only his presence. His other hand, his right, slipped beneath Emilia, wrapping around and encasing her stomach in its hold. In its hug."You are sofierce," he cooed to her. His smile erupted at the side of her head, pressed again to her brown haired temple, just above her ear. "I can't wait to meet you, when things have all calmed down. The real you. ...There's a garden there, where we're going to live. It's beautiful. It's enormous. I look forward to the first quiet day where we can just lay in the grass, cuddled together in the sun, and I can learn all about you. ...Try to think on that, alright, my darling? Not the pain. The burn will go away, I promise."Another kiss to those locks of brunette hair. Then the hug was over. He was shifting away from her, and up, rising to a stand immediately another picturesque moment, billionaire Jeffrey Tremonti stood up straight, brushing off his pants, straightening his tie, while Slave 1 knelt naked at his feet, breasts pushed out in presentation of her brand.He stepped away then, back to the podium. "Three cheers for Miss Emilia!" His voice rose, and bore a clear chuckle and a snicker as he gestured down to the young woman. It would break the ice, maybe, or at least allow a less awkward transition. "The first of four I have invited the world to witness today. And it is, at this moment, I would like to remind this world, full of all different people, each with their differing beliefs, that it's alright to embrace a path which you feel speaks to you... While a doctor and a librarian will be paid different, of course, and require different paths in life, is one any less wonderful than the other? If both people are embracing that which they feel is their true calling? My 'slaves,' as everyone insists on referring to them, have all made a choice to be here today. This is what each of them wants, and I am just as honored to be receiving them as they are to be giving themselves to me. It is a lifestyle that differs from your own, unless you realize inside that it calls to you, too. But please. I ask that you applaud them for the bravery they display here today, in front of your very eyes, and in your conversations in the days to come, that you appreciate all the love that they feel in their hearts to be so willing to devote themselves to another. Would be that we could all know such depth of warmth."He allowed the words to settle for a moment. Then, with a deep breath and an ever present smile, he continued into the set of microphones at the podium, "It is now my pleasure to introduce to you the second woman here to take the stage today. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Ariana Grande."The crowd was split between a round of applause and a number of shocked gasps. Jeffrey simply stepped back from the podium, allowing his next lovely young lady her moment to come out and present herself and her decision to the world. It would be difficult to overstate the allure of paradise. From the lowest rung of the socioeconomic ladder to those few who controlled the wealth of a vast percentage of the world in nothing more than their two hands, everyone sought the same basic needs. Comfort, happiness, to see their personal desires and drives fulfilled. The idea of having all the time in one's life to dedicate to their own pursuits, without need worry of income, of an accident in the road causing metaphorical and literal traffic jams, of being beholden to the pressures of a world that put everyone into a neat little box, that was worth an amount of money that no laundry list of zeroes at the end could hope to pay for. If there were four women here today who had given into that allure, the idea that each of them sought thesameparadise was a mad one. The press could and would say what they liked about the charitable givings, theease of simply shuttling off to a private island away from cameras and expectations, but they could never truly capture what paradise was for the women who gaveeverything to reach it today. Emilia she who hadoncebeen Emilia Clarke, she who wasnow and always simply Emilia, unless the owner of her body, mind, and heart found it pleased him to have her answer to another call, as stipulated in so many formal words among their peers on the contract which bore her signature didn't find paradise in her pain. She didn't find it in the promised garden, nor did she find it in the merest touch of comfort or the searing promise of pain that his touch could bring to her.But when her brilliant blue eyes fluttered closed at the glide of his warmth across her naked back, both highlighting the glitter of tears on her lashes and cheeks as well as sealing away any illusion that she was truly bereft in her choice, she found paradise in his breath in her ear and his hand on her skin. "This is the first time I've been the real me," she whispered back to him, her words and voice as tight in practice as her throat felt in action. A woman without expectation, of career, of family, of society. He would expect much of her, she had no doubt, but equally doubtless in her mind was that his expectations were going to be her purpose. They were going to be who she was, therealher. She had dipped her toes in, circled the idea, twisted around the considerations, flirted with the apps, read the books. She had teased out, bit by bit, month by month, whoshewas. Fierce wasn't the word she herself might have chosen, though she smiled and understood how he meant it to distract her from the agony on her flesh. Itlookedfierce she was sure, though she hadn't the mind to currently gawk at her own tit and how it, and the rest of her, belonged to him now.Paradise was submission. It was the garden in which she grew. And now, after as much water and sunlight as she could have thought to give the truth of her submissive nature, she had finally been given the fertilizer in which to allow it true bloom. Few got to answer their calling, should they have even realized it, but going through a trial of iron and fire proved to Emilia beyond the shadow of a doubt that she had made the correct choice. Even if ..Even if there may have been a few thorns in the garden, so to speak. Oh, if it were aproblem, then as she had said there was absolutely nothing to stop her from walking off the stage and out the fire exit even before she had ascended the stage in the first place. Thorns, after all, had their place in any and every garden, and it was not the other flowers that needed to be wary of their cut. Which honestly made the entire analogy a bit dodgy, but well, she couldn't much interrupt the number of camera clicks going off or Jeffrey's lovely reiteration of purpose by asking if anyone had another set of similes that might have been more like what she was after regarding the understanding that she was not to be the sole bonsai in his care. She'dknownthere would be others from the very beginning, and she was determined to be alright with that. There was after all still quite the chance that her pain might well have shaken another of them to her core such that her feet were too cold to trot out in front of the press today. But being alone in his gaze, his embrace, his lone recipient of such bolstering words whispered with warmth and masculinity that dripped so perfectly down her spine made her realize all the more starkly just how wonderful it would have been if this was the end of the day.And it wasn't. And she would keep her eyes from turning green, god help her. If his paradise involved more than her, it was not then nor now her place to question that. She would she would simply live hers to its fullest.And be his most favored for it. Yes. Emilia smiledmostwarmly, having at the very least contained her pain, and remained in the poised posing for the press as though no force on Heaven or Earth might have made her balance sway or falter.But as a wise woman once said:thank u, next.If Emilia had walked to the stage like she was ready to accept an award, gracious and understanding of both the attention and the prestige and the lunacy of what was to be expected of her, Ariana strode from beyond the dark edge of the curtain as though each and every one of them had arrived there to see her and her alone. Not out of any misplaced sense of arrogance or pride, nor even with the same wistful hope of beingthe onein the way her soon to be sister in servitude might have gently desired, but with the confidentpresenceof a girl who had known how to keep a crowd on the palm of her hand for over a decade despite barely having even spent more than two on this Earth. After all, a certain brunette spent most of her time in front of cameras, going through wardrobe, talking through downtime with her co stars, and not hearing the raves or the jeers until months after her filming was finished and pre production finally gave way to premiering.Miss Grande had been doing it live for years. She took time, if not more than a few seconds that she could stretch to feel like they had lingered for a few more, to hit the corner of the stage and give both herself and her appearance to the waiting press and cameras that had been anticipating her. It hadn't been practiced, because none of them had truly been able topractice in front of the crowd they were going to be performing in front of, and yet she was quick to give them any number of ready made images to use for their sites and their stories without needing to comb through a reel of frames that might as well have been footage. Brilliantly standing out beneath the lights in nearly head to toe white, it might have been easy to forget for a second just how bite sized she actually was given that her co star on the stage was scarcely but a pair of inches taller than herself. But then, she was on her knees, and Ariana was on heeled boots that more than made up the difference.Kissed in lace from the flare of her blazer, and equally kissed in lace of her hair both teased out and twisted up,Ariana Grandewas homage and original at once, somehow all the more appropriate for coming to the stage second. She started as far from the podium as she possibly could, and when she spoke to those in the audience, there were those she responded to with words that could only be heard by those nearest to her. Yet she even recognized a few, her memory sharper than her bubbly appearance sometimes lead people to expect, and was able to greet them by name. And if they really wanted a photo op?The leather at her knee creaked only the tiniest bit when she went down on one, artfully showing the skin of her thigh without letting any one camera go beyond and threw her arms around Emilia's shoulders to give her a big sideways hug and a peck on her earlobe."Oh my god I don't know if you made me more nervous or more excited or more horny," she hissed into Emilia's ear with girlish pitch, the words practically all coming out in one breath, and never to be known by anyone but the two of them. She had been very careful to not even so much as hint at brushing her sleeve anywhere near her brand.Emilia caught her grinning teeth in the corner of her eye even before she fully turned her chin to give her a smile and pat her elbow encouragingly before she returned to her pose and Ariana gracefully returned to her feet.Alright. Paradise didn'tneed to be all that lonesome. She lifted her eyebrows slyly at the younger woman, and then gave them a singular, saucy little wiggle. They were in this together it seemed, because she had mostcertainlynot been scared off by her own crying and carrying on over the most searingly pointed moment of this introduction, and knowing that didn't resign Emilia to her realizations so much as it helped her cement her decision that even if she would like to be a favorite, there might not be such a thing asthefavorite. And none of them would be here if they weren't deserving, right?Ariana's lace tickled between Emilia's shoulderblades as she moved past her, which got a little shiver out of the brunette and an amused titter from the few who were focused on her rather than thepicollasongbird who continued her sweep of the front of the stage all the way up to the podium.It took her less than thirty seconds, even including time to hug and thank and commiserate with Emilia, to go from the curtains to smiling at Jeffrey with eyes as clear as Emilia's had been, even if her lips werefar more made up with glittery pink gloss and the sparkles in her eyelashes were placed there artfully rather than by the onset of agonized tears. She plucked a handheld microphone off of the podium, flicking the switch up with her thumb and letting her little finger ever so briefly caress up the underside of the flared head of it while being a very good girl and maintaining eye contact in the process.She spun on her heel with such neat quickness that had she been about a foot taller, her ponytail might have even slapped him playfully in the face rather than briskly brushed the other side of the podium, as howdarehe think an improper thought about what she could do with her little hands. "Oh yeah, he's ready for me to take it off too," she said into the microphone, the warm silk of her voice both hitting every part of the room and seeming as though she was only talking to herself without any concern for thehein question, much less the audience, overhearing her. She got at least enough of a laugh that, well, mission accomplished, and it fed all the way into her beaming, confident, tight lipped smile when she took center stage and held the microphone at her core in both hands, her matchingly glossy pink nails standing out against the mic.She waited patiently, even if it wasn't clear what she was waiting for. Because again, she knew a live crowd.And by doing nothing butwaiting, even for justthirty oneseconds, it was going to seem like an eternity compared to her entrance to the stage and Emilia's eased introduction. People were going to start squirming in their seats. They were going to think that she was, in fact, too nervous to actually begin talking now that she was face to face with the choice she'd made. They might have even started asking questions.But more importantly, they were going to sear those thirty one seconds into their memory as surely as if they'd all gotten kissed by iron, so that her taking to a stage for the final time wouldn't be entirely forgotten by everything that was going to come after."What a diva," a huff huffed. "Well if that isn't the pot,"the murmur murmured. "I'm not mad. Just taking notes," the response responded. The going ons were still early, and the embarrassment of riches had only but begun to overflow. One young woman, a fantastic actress, traditional beauty incarnate, had only but vowed her unending devotion to him, having bared herself naked to the world and accepted the intimacy of his brand directly upon her heart this had onlyjust nowhappened, and out walked another, a brown eyed brunette clad in white lace d cor, assumedly to repeat the process, as if somehow the singular devotee would not be enough. No, he was to receive apileof pretty things today, each of them a treasure in their own right. And there were two others to come, should their decisions hold soon enough he would be like a dragon, curled atop that embarrassment of riches like the treasure hoard they would be.Well. It was more likethey'dbe sprawled out atophim piles of soft, giggly, pretty things, boobs and butts everywhere.Paradise indeed.He watched, for now, Jeffrey did. This was Ariana's moment.HisAriana, soon enough. It was an immense feeling, all the money in the world aside, seeing someone literally step on a stage that was being broadcast across the globe with the intention of declaring theirself yours without catch. He took in the loveliness of her outfit, innocent in its color, girlish and alluring along with the wavy cascade of her hair, yet mostly covering at the same time still, showing off only strategic bits of skin. He watched everything, how she owned the stage, how she posed and smiled and waved and simply became a beacon that everyone's eyes transfixed to, as if there wasn't some A List actress naked and knelt at the front of the stage, the air still smelling with the scent of her vow of slavery. Rather, Ariana took control of it all, he observed, with poise and precision he wondered if the young girl fully realized she had, if it were a conscious thing or pure personality. Those were the best sorts, he knew, when they were just so smooth that you couldn't even tell.And he watched her take a moment with her soon to be sister, minutes away from joining Emilia in matching kneel. The exchange was brief, but interesting. In the two weeks since this whole crazy scheme had been announced the names of the volunteering women had been kept from him until very recently, and he hadn't a chance yet to spend time with any of them in private. Before all this was a thing, Jeffrey Tremonti wasn't a workaholic per se, but he also wasn't a huge Hollywood socialite, so he didn't know any of these women at all yet beyond their public personas. The thought dawned on him, though, in this moment as he watched, to wonder if any of the four knew one another before going into this. Were these two friends? Or was this a simple moment of congratulation?But as little Ariana came to him, his thoughts shifted focus to her entirely. Her brown eyes gazed into his blues, and his blues gazed right back, matching her warm, lingering smile with one of his own. She took the microphone. She whipped her hair about. She joked, and many laughed. Then she went to stand off a bit on her own, as if she was going to do something, and...didn't seem to do anything.Was she controlling the moment? Setting a tone?Jeffrey waited. A good fifteen, twenty seconds. His brow furrowed. This was her moment, but her also couldn't shake the worry of cold feet and while many would assume that to come of greed, of a want for his 'pretty pile' to grow, it was honestly moreso a concern that Ariana was certain she wanted this decision, that she wouldn't harbor a degree of heartbreak or regret later on. So, he took a breath, and he broke script.He walked over to her.A set of hands settled upon Ariana's shoulders, fingers encompassing their sides. Whereas she was short, he was tall, 6'2" to her 5'0". Even with her trademark topknot ponytail he was still a good foot in height above. Male to her female. Average, slightly thick, slightly muscled, to her more lithe, lolita like girlish frame. Early forties to her early twenties. Even his clothes were in stark contrast, his shirt, visible as he stood behind her, a deep burgundy colored silk as opposed to her all white. They both had brown hair, but beyond that it was a cute moment of juxtaposes, the visual of him standing behind her like that.Jeffrey leaned down, just over her ponytail, and placed a slow, firm kiss to the top of Ariana's head.Against her tightly pulled brown hair he whispered, "Look at you, Little Miss Talented...you've got them eating out of your palm." He smiled. He took a breath though, just in case this length of pause was something more than 'part of the act,' searching for words of encouragement. "I've only ever seen you on TV. So gentle hearted. So humble, despite all you bring to the table. Despite all your success. Yet look at this here. I can't even look straight forward, all the flashes they can't get enough of you. This is your moment, right now. Do with it whatever will make you happiest, no matter what that is. You have my full support." His palms smoothed up and down her shoulders and upper arms. His lips and nose stayed against the top of her head, where he just closed his blue eyes a moment, taking in her scent. "When you are ready, talk about why you decided to be here today. Talk a little about your charity, too. You own the stage we'll take it at your pace."There was another simple kiss to the top of Ariana's head, and another comforting squeeze of his fingers around the tops of her arms. Then they let go, and his presence backed off. As promised, the moment was hers. Jeffrey stepped backed, and he stepped to the side, back toward the clear podium and a bit behind it, allowing the silken songstress to once again be the sole focus of the room. "Oh," she breathed into the microphone, as much a surprised and delighted little exhalation as it was a word, in the same instance that eyes more kittenish than catlike found themselves at their very corner. A glimmer of the sly among the glitter of the innocent, she stood stock still as her quiet seconds ticked on, having only lifted her arms so as to be certain her gasp was not mistaken for something accidental when her voice caught the attention of the crowd's growing restlessness. They got her voice the same moment his shoes touched the stage, his concern carrying him from hither to tither. "He'simpatient," she stage whispered, the sticky warmth of her caramel voice marred by the electronic fuzz of her lips nearly kissing the machinery and leaving an artificial hum around the edges. Her eyes ticked from catching his motion just on the furthest edge of her periphery, tocking to the polite titters that her observation got from those gathered. As though to prove she was not merely commenting on the kettle's dark sheen, she lowered the microphone to her center and verypatientlywaited for him to come and see what was wrong. Cold feet? Curious showwomanship? A lack of prepared remarks?Ariana waited, because she liked to keep people waiting. Just a bit. Just asmidgeof, yes, diva. Ariana also waited because she hadn't actuallymet the man she was quite literally signing her life away to. She hadn't had the opportunity to look him right in the gorgeous eyes until, well, today. You could read up on someone rather extensively in this day and age, but you couldn't reallyknowthem just from scouring interviews and social media .. something that he clearly understood. So if they were to pledge their lives to a man on the same day, in the same hour that they walked on stage in front of him, did theyreallyhave a way to know what kind of man he would be? Emilia had quite clearly been ready to take that plunge all four of them had to be at least a little willing to make that particular risk. But until she signed the contract, as her predecessor had pointed out, there was nothing to keep her or any of them from deciding to walk off the stage and out the door instead.From her ascension to the stage to the signing of her name, those were the moments she had to learn who Jeffrey Tremonti was.In a lot of ways, it was the same for those attending. For the press it might have beenjustanother opportunity for a wild story from a recklessly idiosyncratic billionaire, but if he was truly intending to retire away to his paradise island after this audacious parade, it might have been their first opportunity for something real and unburdened by the ideas of what would or wouldn't be best for his brand, his name, his stock. But then, maybe they should have been assuming he was telling them the truth all along if Emilia's kneeling repose was any indication. Ariana waited, breath bated, and let her eyes fall shut like little glittering waterfalls when his hands encircled her shoulder and his warm breath swept down against her tightly coiffed hair.Them?, she nearly asked, to put that same coy whisper far above the microphone so only he would hear it. The press had been eating out of the palm of her hand since before she could articulate just why that gave her power, before she understood what that kind of attention grabbing couldbe. It was also before she understood just how devastating it could be, to be a pop culture lightning rod, when others tried to turn that power toward something for themselves. Could that power be turned to a single man, simply with the promise that it would all be given up?He had three others, he didn'tneedher. He could have simply called her bluff, if it even was that, and if she even would have considered it that. But instead he came to her, and the timbre of his voice tickling the top of her head and somehow reaching the tips of her toes crackled like a fire in winter. It could have been bullshit, whispered into grapefruit, mint and honey shampoo yet lingering. But it wasn't. He wasn't just trying to talk her into something that had already ostensibly agreed to do. He was encouraging her to do what was going to be best for her.And without skipping a beat, he was telling her that beinghiswas going to be best for her, because there was not even a sliver of doubt presented between his encouragement to make herself happy and then to explain why she was here. They knew why she was here."Mm," came a breath that didn't even part her lips this time, an acknowledgement that she hadheard him even if the playful twist of not exactly answering him remained in the quiet little hum. This one was all for him, no microphone required what was left for those who wondered what was being said was nothing more or less than her lipssuddenlyparting, a perfect O framed between her cheeks with a scandalous widening of her eyes. So much for the privacy of his little pat. .. or whatever those assembled might have then assumed he had said or done behind the petite pop star's backside from her coquettish reaction."Thank you so much," she added quickly thereafter, wiping the faux shock from her face before he had made it all the way back to the podium. Instead, she graciously spoke into the microphone her thanks to his unheard words of encouragement even as her smile made one wonder how the actress had been so nakedly open in her emotion before him and yet it was the singer who treated all the world as a play. "So, my life has been a little crazy for the last few years," she began, every bit the young woman starting a story over a frappe in a quaint little mass marketed coffee shop rather than the poised, rehearsed pontification that might've been expected of someone expected to explain how they'd gone from the top of the charts to signing it all away. One hand left the microphone, gesticulating with measured and yet girlishly uncontrollable shifts and dives as she spoke and walked back toward the front of the stage. "I don't think I need to rehash it all here , but two years ago was probably the lowest point in both my professional and personal life, and it's been something of a roller coaster ever since.Soaha, she's afraid that all of her successes are tenuous and she better cash out?" she said, as though anticipating at leastoneof the attendant bloggers deciding. With a casual grace, she slid down to sit on the edge of the stage, right beside Emilia, her boots dangling into the dark below. If anything, sitting at her side, fully dressed, compared to her compatriot's nude and practiced kneel, was as much a show of contrasts as Jeffrey coming to stand at her back. "She still feels guilty and responsible for the bad things that have happened in her life, and she wants to atone!" she suggested, before her hand made a sharp little gesture to the side, metaphorically silencing her strawmen."I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep my career going when someone used it to deplorable ends, that's true. I've had personal tragedy in my romantic life. That's true," she said, a little more somber, even as she tipped a bit to one side and pressed her shoulder against Emilia's, favoring her with a quick little smile. Emilia nudged her back with her own shoulder, smiling at her on the corner of her eye and the corner of her lip. "But if I was here because I was running away from the possibility of bad things happening, I wouldn't be here for the right reason. Bad things are always going to happen. Even tropical islands get thunderstorms." Ariana kicked one of the heels of her boots up onto the edge of the stage, and her deciding to sit down became a matter more practical than conversational, unzipping the long zip up the back of her shoe so she could wiggle out of it and leave it standing just beside her. She repeated that with the other, and then hopped up onto her bare feet , both boots lifted up in one hand while she worked the mic with the other like she was slinking away from a dorm room at 4AM. But there was no slump of the shoulders or dragging of posture while she did so."I've been in charge of my life and my career pretty much since before I knew what that would mean, and it's been the best and the worst thing I could have ever dreamed of. I've managed my brand, I've pep talked myself, I've berated myself, I've written and co written, I've sung and I've harmonized, and I've been excited and I've been tired. That's alotfor someone as small as me!" she exhaled all at once in a burst of barely exaggerated girlish exasperation, her foot making barely a sound when she stomped it with all the force of a tantrum and the bounce of her teased out ponytail to prove it. She lit up, unsurprisingly, at getting another laugh. As tired as she was ofVentijokes, playing up people's assumptions of her was something that rarely got all that old."So I'm ready to let someone else make my decisions for me," she said, swinging her attention to the crowd while she reached center stage, and swinging her boots in an idle little two foot chorus line at the side of her leg. "I mean, I'd be the first to admit that I sometimes jump into long term commitments without fully thinking them out," she said, getting a small buzz of amused recognition at her recent and very public return to bachelorette status, "but again, that's because I'm the one doing all the thinking for me! You're all starting to see the problem," she said with a knowing little sweep of her pointer finger from the microphone."I pride myself on being independent. I'm a dangerous freakin' woman, you know," she said matter of factly, bobbing her head to what she figured must have been common knowledge. "I've spent the last several years with basically nobody even trying totellme what to do," she added with a distinct note of pride, that her personal power and brand had lead her to be surrounded bysuggestionsandhelp, but almost never the presumption of authority over her own decisions or her own career or life.Her eyelashes fluttered, her head turnedjustso, and she peeked at Mr. Tremonti across the stage as though she were ever so gently leaning around a corner without really trying to let him notice her. But she made eye contact with him with a ferocity that wasn't at all unlike Emilia's fervent gaze into his own. "I honestly don't know if that makes me more or less likely to listen if somebody tried," she invited. Her signatory sister might have been all too thrilled to give herself up on a silver platter, but he had encouraged her to do what made her happy. "I might actually be kind of a brat," she suggested in more of a stage whisper, bringing the mic a little closer to her lips for emphasis. What made her happy, clearly, was seeing if she could push his buttons just theteensiest bit. And genuinely enough for a girl who had never had any reason to submit even metaphorically, there was something to be said for getting even the tiniest taste of it before she made her final decision, wasn't there? Even tropical islands get thunderstorms.That was her line, and one that, for some reason, made him smile a bit more than the rest.There was an immense feeling in his chest as he watched little Ariana control her crowd, as if it were a thing to be held betwixt one's fingers, dancing deftly between one and the next. Admiration? Attraction? Pride? It was hard to say. Maybe a bit of each. Admiration, at watching her so skillfully keep everyone enraptured, from her stage whispers to the manner in which she sat with Emilia while removing her boots, every moment of body language and tone was well practiced, not a drop of it placed there through accident. It reminded him of many a boardroom meeting, watching the young girl tug and weave her audience in whatever manner she wished. It reminded him of himself in that manner. A bit of attraction next, because how could one not be drawn to an alpha? Even in a situation where she was about to become a beta, a clever personality like that was and would ever be a draw, giving her even more value in his eyes. And pride, as it was assumed, reasonably so, that she would more likely than not choose to solidify her role in this, and that it was alright to start enjoying that swell of pride his next 'pretty thing' inspired his chest with.It was through hope, perhaps, rather than foolishness, or anything more untoward, that he was allowing himself to assume each woman that day would do so until the moment came otherwise. Jeffrey was invested in this wholly emotionally, professionally, socially, and as he had with Emilia when she was stillEmilia Clarke, he watched Ariana Grande with a warmth building inside him that everything he was watching right now soon enough this young woman would be hisAriana.His kitten. His coquette.His brat, apparently.Just as she gave him that lingering sideglance, a set of soft chocolate brown eyes that were somehow both doe like and sultry, he stared back, his icy blues calm, inquisitive, but yet unable to stop a smirk that broke across the rest of his features after a few seconds of this together. Was the moment rhetorical, or was Little Miss Perfectly Petite toying at poking the bear for a response? Jeffrey allowed another moment to gap, where he glanced down at the clear podium in front of him, pulled his glasses forward a bit with one hand and brushed back some hair with the other, then placed the glasses back on again. He didn't need that moment, not to concoct anything. He was as swift as she in these regards, and more tenured as a fact. But he also didn't want to take from her moment, much as he'd given his Emilia the stage until it was time for otherwise, lest he was certain it was what she wanted.After that playful, merely two second lapse, he assumed as such, and upon returning the brown glasses to the bridge of his nose, a brown that matched the brown on a watch on the wrist of the same hand, Jeffrey exhaled in a show of a breathy chuckle against the podium's microphone. Keeping his blue eyed glance held straight with Ariana's, "That's alright. If you're enough of a brat that, later on once we're at our new home, you still need help submitting, my palm and my lap will help get you the rest of the way."There was an immediate gasp in the crowd. This was followed by an immediate, more rousing round of laughter. This was accentuated by even a whistle or two, and one guy clapping his hands visibly above his head, most there getting a kick out of it.Jeffrey just smiled over to her though. "Can I tell you something? In all seriousness. It's tremendously brave, what you're standing here talking about right now. Not just your triumphs in life, but revisiting the times where the roll of the dice didn't do you any favors, and you had to unfortunately live those moments out in public view once already. Would that we could all be so brave, to let ourselves be so vulnerable." He paused a moment, letting that thought settle with the crowd, just as people had quieted down from their amusement. "Everyone has different needs. Everyone. All of us. This is precisely why I wanted to have you speak today, Miss Grande and thank you for that. Many people don't understand what we're all doing here today, and think and speak poorly of it because of that. My desire was to show them that we are each here to fulfill somethingdifferent, within ourselves myself included and thatnoneof which are wrong. ...As you said, you've lived largely without rules, without boundaries, betting big multiple times and multiple times it's paid off to an astounding degree and others, it's burned you just as badly. In all seriousness, if structure is what you need, then you would have it. Rules and expectations, in an environment where you would be rewarded with warmth, affection and adoration for embracing them. And a firm, almost fatherly spanking for when you get out of line," with a renewed smirk, and another, albeit quieter chuckle than before from the crowd, everyone fixed on listening."If you entrust yourself to me, you would be within my care. And I would endeavor to take the greatest, most cherished care of you, every single day protecting you, whilst desiring you to grow into the best version of yourself, one big girl step at a time."He stood back up straight, removing himself from the microphone, allowing the tiniest of divas the floor once more. Her laughter was like music.Not like her albums, with bubblegum and R B and energy borrowed from a thousand sources to be swirled into a technically competent and highly marketable sound that was both uniquely hers and calculated to be as broadly appealing as possible, as soulful she could make a soulless industry . When shelaughed, likethat, it was an unguarded sound. The kind of pretty little thing laughter that tended to make octogenarians smile wistfully and comment on how someone like she could make them "feel so young again", a clear as a bell sound that came in just a little too hot on the mic. Nothing else she had said had managed to leave that kind of speaker fry echoing among the audience, a tiny little detail that either made her amusement a result of honest shock or her having found the wrong industry. It seemed an impossible thing for her to roll surprise, delight, and thetiniest touch of embarrassment into that sound with any kind of intentionality.Even without the microphone held so near and dear to her lips, it wouldn't have been lost among the rest of the crowd's laughter and the catcalling whistles. If anything, Miss Grande managing to so guilelessly giggle at his threatening to bend her over his knee and spank her on such a grand stage only encouraged the reaction from the crowd.Her laughter was like music, honest from the heart, and more revealing than it usually seemed on the surface. His charisma was sufficient to draw every eyeball in the room away from her with the anticipation of how he'd respond, a game of press junket tennis for every eye in the room, so it was easy enough to overlook her cheeks going ever so gently darker, her grip going ever so gently tighter, and her thighs tensing ever so slightly closer to one another.It was also painfully brief, as the loveliest things sometimes were, because she no more wanted to interrupt his address to her than anyone in the crowd wanted to exit from what they had assumed would be a farcical afternoon only to find that well, itwasa farce in so many ways, wasn't it? But it wasn't the sort of fiasco that they had been expecting, taking on the tenor of an improvised play between two parties at a time. Not the scripted, gilded lines of c list names explaining how they had cared more about throwing away any semblance of respect for themselves than they cared for one shining moment of attention in front of a monstrous man's ideals, but something where each party was both seeking and saying precisely what they wanted out of a negotiation in a context that went far beyond a boardroom's sterile interior. For Emilia, it was surrender to submission. For Ariana, it seemed to be boundaries.Even now, she had none. She did not wait politely while he spoke and finished his thought. Almost as soon as she had composed herself and he offered totell her something, she began walking back toward him. She was not any more rushed in this than she had been in anything else, her tempo only barely faster than she would have been had her lacy skirts been a veil on her wedding day instead, and it made the stage feel and seem even bigger than it already had to approach his podium while they watched one another with canny appreciation that had not yet tipped over into the subsequent roles that the afternoon expected of them. Still, she could only slinksocasually, and reached him far before he had finished speaking. Like a kitten who had heard the can opener far before it was ready to be opened, she might have even looked for an instant like she was going to continue by sliding around the podium and winding around his legs with an eager impatience, but then that might have all been in the eyes of those seeing their hopes rather than true reality. She stood instead directly in front of him, the glass between them, yet so close that she had no choice but to artfully angle her chin to maintain eye contact.Another display in the disparity between them, one taken purposefully.She was a consummate professional, and left no microphone feedback when she slipped her stolen device back onto the podium's stand where it belonged while he continued speaking, and set her boots down on the stage beside her with only the tiniest bend of her knees. She didn't interrupt a word of what he said, no give impression to him or anyone else that she wasn't listening intently just because she was multi tasking."I'm notsucha big girl," she admitted to him in a way that was with a taste of the coquette, a promise that she didn'talwaysknow what was best, and just a little bit literal. Her fingertips parted her jacket so subtly that from the crowd, she would have merely seemed to be peering up at him with quiet admiration for his words of encouragement, holding herself around her midsection as she had been holding the microphone. But for him and him alone, for the moment, she exhaled and did her very best to make the impossibly pert swell of her breasts seem as though she could have hoped to havestackedup to what had already been shown on stage today, and indeed still curvily displayed themselves to all who cared to continue taking in Emilia in all her branded repose. Ariana privately flashed him the triangle of warm flesh from her sternum upward, her lack of any kind of bra beneathperhaps suggesting she may not have been as on the fence as she had indicated, butperhapsalso simply because it would have ruined the delicate line of teasing skin that had already gone down the front of her top. But now the tease was entirely in the youthful height of her tits, at a glance the kind of torso that would likely never have to evendreamof knowing what it was like to age a day. Enough to nearly fill a palm, and peaked enough to beg to feel each contour of the same shifting and stroking across her attentive nipples. Instead, in merely a breath of time, their exposure only highlighted the tiny clench in her tiny jawline when she equally quickly covered herself again, drawing her jacket back inward and highlighting how it affected her to have her sensitive breasts teased even by the whisper of fabric dragging back across her chest. And it may have been only in imagination that the way her hands folded her top open and then closed wasn't to make it more apparent he was being given a glimpse the audience wouldn't see, but that she was deliberately exposing where firewouldkiss such pristine and perky flesh should their tango reach its climax.From the audience, the slight way she lifted one knee, standing on the ball of one foot and angling herself forward just so, her words took on a promising tease even if they weren't privy to her private promise that she had been fibbingeverso slightly prior.Ariana wasn't thinking that shemightbe kind of a brat. She knew herself better than that."And I'm not so brave," she continued without missing much of a beat, her head turning delicately toward the crowd from her place at the podium. Without a microphone, her voice might have been lost in he darkness, but Jeffrey had a first row seat to the way she projected her voice with a little set of her shoulders and a minuscule extra tightness in her throat. She would be heard, even if those furthest back were going to need to strain to make sure they didn't miss anything. "Choosing something that will be with you for the rest of your life isn't usually because you're brave, it's usually because you're not really thinking everything through, or because in the moment you don't necessarily care about what's going to be happening in five years because you might lose out on what's happening rightnow if you do."She rested one hand on top of the other right there on the podium, and up close, the fine ink that dotted her fingers from numerous little tattoos stood out more prominently against her skin in the lighting. But among the little phrases and designs on her elegant fingers, there was a simple little black heart that was filled out in a way that most of her ink seemed just a bit more ephemeral and subtle. She could well have been saying two things in essentially inviting him to examine her tats, or perhaps two versions of the same thing. The heart covered up her former fiancee's name, after all, which meant she hadn't been worrying about the possibility of five years from the moment that she had gotten it in the first place. And the presence of multiple such little markings and sweet nothings, from the venus symbol to a simpler outlined heart, tobaby doll femininely written on the inside of one finger, suggested that Ariana wasn't all that afraid of marking her body in all manner of tiny, permanent ways.That she was looking before she leapt this time suggested that her consideration was alittlemore serious, didn't it?She turned then, all tight lipped smile for the crowd, as she conversationally changed the subject. As if that was a thing she was allowed and expected to do, to keep changing the subject, never confirming nor denying what she was doing until they were all so maddened by her that they'd practically beg for her to either just shut up and be a slave or get off the stage and go home. But it was nonetheless effortless the way she dropped a marketer's dream and nightmare all at once. "My new album is out today," she told everyone.This got a reaction from about half the crowd the half who knew she hadn't even announced a new album, even as she'd been releasing a few singles here and there. They were the ones who understood just how off handedly she had tossed what should have been an absolute bombshell for any artist with her clout. "It's calledSweetener, and I promise that I didn't just come up here to advertise it on a stage that was going to make sureeveryoneknew about it," she said, theatrically holding up her elegantly double crossing crossed fingers behind her back in a way that made it seem like she was showing themonly to Mr. Tremonti rather than all assembled. "Notjust," she clarified."I'm really excited about it. I think it might actually be my best one, but well, we always say that," she added with an effortless show of teeth in her grin, "Honest to god knock me out, itismy most important one, because this will be my final album," she told everyone brightly when she hit the middle of the stage, walking a few feet forward into the spotlight while pretty much everyone connected the dots. Those who didn't might have nonetheless noticed that much like Emilia before her, she paused in an uncharacteristically candid little moment to remove her earrings and gently slip them into the jacket pockets of her ensemble."A portion of all proceeds fromSweetener for the life of its release, thanks to an agreement between Republic Records and Innovation Inc., will be donated to a fund benefiting the Entertainment Industry Foundation who are always working toward awareness and support for a wide number of causes, including cancer research, education, and so many other important things. So you know, bangers for a good cause," she promised with an affirming nod to that way of putting things.Shedamn well thought that her album was full of total bops, biased or not. On the laugh line, she finished running her fingers up through her hair, untwisting the tie and pinch of the twisties keeping her ponytail so high and tight. "All proceeds formyselfwill be going to the St. Jude Children's Research Hospital, who areso vital and care so, so much," she added.She might have buried the ledeslightly, but hey, if they couldn't put two and two together as towhyit was her last album then that wasn't necessarily her own fault. The way her massive wave of hair seemed to unspool behind and around her for emphasis, settling lower than some might have actually expected from the many folks who thought it was all nothing more than smoke and mirrors and extensions, nonetheless framed her face in a way that almost seemed to take a few years off her already youthful demeanor, going from the buttoned up business of a professional who owned her career and her audience and her stage to a young woman who was just a little bit wide eyed over how quickly everything was moving. As though she herself wasn't the one who was doing that moving. As though she didn't know preciselywhatshe was doing with each continuing step of her current leg of the performance, moving just fast enough now compared to her deliberate ascent to the stage as to keep the gathered press just a bit off guard while her fingers trickled through her voluminous hair and teased the waterfall of silk just a bit forward.It meant when she slipped her thumb against the button at her midsection, and the one below it, it seemed like an entire house of cards came tumbling down. And yet as she shrugged her shoulders and let her jacket come off of it, the attached skirts and lace and dress all very much a part of a singular piece of clothing, it fell to her feet with an elegant whisper of cloth and delicacy to leave Ariana standing in its pool as naked as Lady Godiva and as artfully draped, her torso just as hidden by the forward sweep of her tresses as it had been by her jacket prior, denying crowd their defiantly proud money shot of a denuded superstar in favor of a fairy tale tease, of a Rapunzel who still needed the sanctity of her tower even as she was revealed to the world.Of course, it was not enough to do anything to hide the completely bare, girlishly perfect seam of her sweet little cunt. He was no actor, of movie screen or of television screen, of a carefully practiced performance on Broadway or something down a few streets from that on the stage of Madison Square Garden. To the women each here today, he could not relate quite as seamlessly as all that, but he could nonetheless relate. Between the famous Broadway and the famous Garden in New York City were numerous top floor boardrooms he'd been in at some point, giving some speech or making some important business decision, whilst acknowledging yet paying no mind to some little distraction, like any performer surely would when she looked at the front row, or any actress surely did when she saw past the set, to someone off stage, with the camera still filming. For him it was one person leaning to another while he addressed them all on a business matter, showing off some new, impressive tech, yet meanwhile they whispered amongst themselves. Perhaps it was something rude, perhaps it was something warranted, but still. A little distraction. For him it was the person beside him bearing a nagging cough, or someone who thought they were too far down the table to be noticed as they glanced downward, the glow of their phone unmistakable. Little distractions. Right then, as Ariana had come to him, stood in front of him and stared upward in an almost cute, kitten like manner while he finished speaking, to her, to the crowd, he had carried on without the slightest hitch to his voice, practiced and professional. Of all these things, she could certainly qualify as a 'little' distraction. One with such lovely brown eyes he wondered might melt in one's mouth like the smoothest of chocolates.The tease of her bared flesh, a tease wholly for him, did not go unnoticed. Jeffrey took in her words with it, understanding in that moment what they meant as he looked from her decorated fingers to her teased chest, to the bit of skin there that, shortly, would never again be quite as it was now untouched snow, a field of beautiful powder. He made no hesitation of letting Ariana see that he gazed, either, looking to her body even as she looked to his eyes would anything else have been acceptable? Truly, in that moment, it would have beenimpoliteto not visually gorge oneself on the perky, private display.From then on he was just as the rest of the crowd, in that moment where she turned from him and went back to addressing them all he watching from her back and off to the side a bit, and they from the front. He listened as she spoke about a new album, an announcement that gave him an immediate curiosity of thoughts, and a just as immediate fear hitched in his chest. What if this had all been a marketing ploy? This moment, everything until now, nothing Ariana had done couldn't be undone. For whathadshe done, but appeared here today, smiled for a few cameras and had taken off her boots? Her devotion wasn't so final yet as a certain actress whose bosom bespoke the initials of her new master, solidifying the suggested idea that there actuallywerewomen out there who could find as much meaning in servitude as the eye rolling social mental image of someone who wished to be served. It was, in that moment, the rich and important Jeffrey Tremonti was the one to feel both naked and vulnerable. If it had been the plan of this five foot even girlish grown woman, she could have simply used his stage today to announce her newest piece, say something defiant and empowering into the mic, and walk off, taking all of his thunder with her.But she didn't. It was when she announced it as herfinalalbum that Jeffrey allowed himself a relaxed smile, and felt himself again breathe.When the crowd clapped, both for her announcement of her new album's proceeds going to the Entertainment Industry Foundation, and then forherproceeds going to the St.Jude Children's Research Hospital, he allowed himself to applaud with them.Watching Ariana then carefully remove pieces of jewelry, setting them safely into pockets, and undo and let down her hair in a gorgeous earth toned waterfall of curls, Jeffrey allowed himself to become enraptured to her once again, reassuring in his mind he needn't be guarded around this one, even if she was proving a tricky little thing he'd need to keep an eye on. But no, when he could see from behind she was undoing the series of buttons at her front, and when the last shred of white, Heaven colored lacey protection melted down her skin into a pool at her feet, his chest swelled with pride. Because there she was,number two.His second 'pretty thing,' hair covering her breasts, belly and hips bare, pretty little vagina on display for the benefit of all those with flash photography that day. He couldn't see any of that, actually, from his angle, but he could tell from the way her hair went down past the front of her shoulders, from the very clear lack of clothing she now wore, and the quick stand and murmur of excitement all in attendance put out. Jeffrey watched her from behind, instead. He watched her bare back and shoulders. He watched that firm little ass he'd stolen a touch of before. He watched those slender, firm legs, and felt various parts of himself swell with various manners of desire.He took note that only a few feet in front of and to the immediate left where Ariana currently stood was the discarded brand, its head still orange hot. There was an excitement in his chest at the thought of snatching it up now, of branding his bratty new slavegirl in her mermaid moment like she'd risen from some clamshell, gorgeous tresses covering her just under a handful breasts. But no. Proper order. One thing at a time.Jeffrey claimed one of the microphones from the glass podium, walking backward as he spoke into it, eyes still on Ariana same as everyone else there, save her soon to be slave sister. "And speaking ofherproceeds for the St.Jude Children's Research Hospital, I am happy to announce, my offer today, in addition to Miss Grande's net worth, will see an additionalthree hundred thirty million dollarsallowing them to do many, many wonderful, many amazing things." With this he pulled down the fabric covering a second oversized check, set on a separate podium a few feet aside of the one from before. She was an A Lister, that part was never in doubt even if the young lady's status before her was something of a lip biter right to the moment of its reveal. It was the combination of her own net worth, though, that had seen the number swell with such considerable difference.The eccentric billionaire returned his microphone to its stand and casually stepped over to the lithe songstress. His steps were heavier than hers, of course, clicking on the stage till he came to stand directly behind her. Once again the juxtapose returned, though now it was not merely tall and short, not only male and female, but clothed and nude. Without so much as a hesitance or the feel of a need for permission from the not quite his yet young woman, Jeffrey reached around her at both sides, catching those many strands of cascading hair in splayed, crooked fingers, and pulling the curtains aside, revealing Ariana Grande's full nudity to the crowd before them. He brought the hair around her shoulders, to her back, and immediately left it there, both his hands now seeking out her body. One slipped beneath the pit of her right arm, wrapping all the way around the collarbone at her front till his fingers settled just short of her left shoulder. The other slipped over her left hip, around the left side of her waist, coming in equal measure just beneath her smooth belly, just above her equally smoothly kept crotch, fingertips touching at her right hip. Jeffrey stepped in close, letting his body press up against hers, letting hers press back against him, and simply held."...Take away all the lights, the glamour, the stage everything," he spoke in words purely for her, "I get the feeling you're still someone very, very special. As exciting as this day is, I look forward to some point later, where it's just us, and every cute little thing is something done for me, rather than the world." His left hand left her waist, traveling upward, fingers spread, caressing over the bare expanse of Ariana's stomach. "But we've got a few more things to finish first, sweetheart. We're almost there. ...If you'recertain,this is what you want, there's a scroll back on the podium behind us you need to sign. Do that, and then go kneel at the front of the stage just like you saw Emilia do, and I'll handle the rest. ...Mm, have you thought about what you'd like to serenade me withmost,later on when it's just you, me and a crisp, starry night?"Hopefully that would get her to smile. Maybe, in some small manner, it would help take the edge off, as unlike when it had been Emilia's turn, there was now no doubt as to what was coming up shortly. Both of Jeffrey's arms released from their affectionate places in that back hug around her exposed body, settled on each of her shoulders briefly again, then dropped down, finishing with an encouraging pat on her now nude butt that was notably less subtle than before. If a siren's song was supposed to be irresistible, then who might he have been to resist it? Ariana had no need to now kittenishly peek at him as though she had accomplished something sly and twisty across her moments on stage, because she could practically feel him without sight in a way that almost made her wonder if their own personal magnetisms had become so attuned in such short order that she might have been able to find him across any plane of time or distance. Even while his voice echoed through the auditorium with his microphone firmly in hand, he couldn't disguise the way he maneuvered himself back toward the hiding showmanship of the charity checks. She could almost feel each step he took through the stage on which she stood, though if that was the source of quivering in the taut line of her belly then he had a heftier step than she could have imagined.For all the nervous little flutterbys that took residence at her center, she knew he wasn't resisting, and that he was staring at her as surely as the entire crowd was. She didn't need to see it or know it toknowit. She simply did, as certainly as she knew the heat of the sun before it could hope to make her sweat, or the way the ozone tasted before a truly monstrous thunderstorm on the horizon. Both happened in paradise, as she had so pointedly pointed out, but now there was another utter inevitability that came part and parcel with that nirvana she would need to be as riveting as she had been today if she wished to feel thatcertainty that his eyes were upon her.She and Emilia, for their differences, had more in common here and there than the choice they were making today. One needed a certain level of narcissism to believe they could be cherished for a hundred years, didn't they?Sidelong, she might well have been drawn by some artist's brush. Not a lurid splash of digital color and neon linework, but by the styling and suggestion of a truly memorable design, neither too cluttered nor too simple. A piece removed from some sketchbook deep in the Disney vault somewhere around the late eighties, with the limber line of her legs too long by imagining and the balance of her body too balletic to persist. The proudly bashful river of her hair both obscuring what he had been privy to see and accentuating her frame by the way the silk fell and pooled gave her some manner of chastity which proved matched only by the careful folding of her hands in front of her, the flat lacing together of her fingers not preciselyhidingher and yet requiring just a bit of creative stretching or ducking of the necks to return the vision of her complete nudity to the gathered crowd. She had to at least make them work thetiniestbit to zoom and flash with their lenses and determine if she was shining under the lights or simplywet. A peekaboo princess to those in front of her, but feeling her own magnetic draw continuing to spin his gaze toward her, she almost dared not even move. Her hair was enough that it could still spill down her back and shoulders from the vantage of the checks, but he had certainly noted that even so much of a good thing had its limits.She had practically framed the little heart of her backside for him, as high as the rest of her curves in its youthful aversion to gravity, and with just the tiniest suggestion ofgivein the plush of her warmly hued flesh to make certain that it wasn't only her own darkened cheeks from before that would appeal to a slight course correction for a diva gone bratty. If she hadn't invited those reminders of her new station before, then she certainly did now, and would again, and would forever. She couldn't help that her ass was probablybestsummed up asspankable, could she? She very nearly thought she might have earned that now, in point of fact, and tensedeverso gently when she felt his steps tremble up into her tummy and then his hands twist into her hair.Her lips and eyelashes fluttered in time. His gentle pulling back of the curtain to expose her wholly to the crowd, from the upright, high curve of her smile to the equally descriptive quiver of her slight breasts to the slightly inward tuck of her toes, very nearly drew something elseentirely from her, but she was saved the indignity of a barely caught moan when he relinquished her hair almost as soon as he had played with it, her racing heart and mind competing with one another for what she thought might have been about to come, for what was truly about to come.She leaned back into him readily, trading her precarious balance over simplybeing for the security ofbeing his, in that instant and moment, if not ever again. There was still that matter to genuinely decide upon after all.She hadn't been certain thiswasn'tgoing to be a perfect marketing opportunity and nothing more when she'd woken up this morning. Lifelong decisions and impulsive ones had almost no span between them in her nimble fingers, and the day truly could have gone any number of ways. It still technicallycould, but she knew that in this very moment, she didn'twantthem to. And in an hour, if she changed her mind, then she couldn't do so if she followed it now."It was already done for you," she whispered in a pitch that lifted her voice to that special range which would show nothing but her lips moving to anyone else, but still sounded like barely more than a breath in his own ears from her turned around vantage. She wore nothing but his hands, her slight smile, her bubble gum hues and sparkling femininity, the linework of more tattoos than most could count yet placed in such subtle and delicate areas that even the dark spots behind her ears hadn't been obvious until he had come up directly behind her each time, but she also tried on the vulnerability she felt as a persona in the instant that she thought it could be protected should she have made the wrong decision. "Or isn't the whole point of this for you to be my world?" she asked, her private breathing only highlighting that young vulnerability when she turned her head back, back to the point of near aching, an arch in her back letting her peek up at him upside down and highlighting the semi chaste lines of her naked body angling down in front of him. She placed her hands behind her, ever so lightly touching his hips.And as though she anticipated his hand not being able to help itself, she preceded by so subtly twisting the knife that the people in the audience would likely never even notice her shifting herself back with the perfect precision so that they both knew how she was practically born to fit against his lap. Shepressedwith the tiniest bend of her knees, and then her smile became so much more radiant. "I'll think about it," she promised him while relaxing her own posture from grinding her tight little rear directly against him and giving him the opportunity to pat her for her troubles in a way that would have derailed everything if shetrulyearned what she had hoped to with one more tease. The pat only seemed to spur her into taking a step forward and adjusting her hair herself behind her, flicking it with such casual air that it was almost hard to say that she had done so preciselyso he and those gathered couldn't oggle the little trilling tick tock of her hips when she made her way to the all too symbolic and yet all too real contract that awaited her. She made no big show of the way she delicately bent or turned in the process to retrieve her dress nor did she linger too long on her oh so brief detour toward the podium so that she could deposit it in into the trash atop Emilia's own things, symbolic and ever so slightly thrilling in its own right for how it signified what was becoming of everything of her lifebeforenow in favor ofafternow. Much as that intimidatingly intricate scroll laid before her with only a few more steps did as well.It's just a hundred years, basically decided upon a whim, she told herself.With a prim smile,Arianaflourished across the bottom of the scroll, and Ariana flourished with a twirl of her too voluminous hair to face the audience again. She took a surprising, for her, breath. Surprising in just how clear it was that she was taking it, a deep inhalation of steeling oneself for a girl who seemed to never require even a second to do so. It wasn't hard to notice the briefest flicker of her gaze, landing on the branding iron still waiting on the stage, but that was all that it was a thought for it. Not exactly a needle, that, but not so different in the end either.She kept her confidence, her catlike grace, and her smile alike as she took herself to the end of the stage, and all too easily bent to one knee and then the next, kneeling for what was to come next. But unlike Emilia, she did have some small element of understanding of exactly what was going to be expected of her, carefully sweeping her hair back behind her again while she assumed the position and then resting back upon her palms. She formed a petite, pretty little triangle, her flat belly pressed upward alongside her hips , and lifted her breasts proud and high, as anticipatory as the continued fluttering of those little worries in her stomach for what happened next. But it was only going to happen once, after all. And then she'd truly be in his hands. And there it was. That name. Etched upon parchment by ink dipped feather, a manner that admittedly was more for show than doing it in some sterile lawyer's office somewhere, the quaint display was a crossroad in not only her life, but his.Ariana Grandewas no more.Arianawas his, simply.As was the allure of her hips. Of her lovely hair. Of her perfect for her frame breasts. Of her taut little rear end that, yes, had perfectly fit against his lap in that tease a moment ago a round hole upon a round peg, so to speak. And of a rear end that, not lost amidst any of this, was indeed wholly and utterly spankable, if not encouraged moreso by her youthful demeanor.Something told him that in the days to come,his Arianamight not take like a fish to water in the same way her new sister might. And that those moments, perhaps, would be entirely on purpose.He watched her, all of her, as she leaned over and signed, no true hesitation shown in that final act of her freedom, legally binding herself into slavery for the rest of her life. The brand was just symbolic. Jeffrey stood still, his chest swelling with pride as his second pretty thing rose from her bend against the table and walked back toward the crowd, her naked form now on full display. This made two for two, so far. He watched her, making no desire of hiding his warm, wide smile as she walked on by him, took the stage front and center, not terribly far from where Emilia remained obediently knelt, and knelt herself. He watched her display herself at a closeness only lovers had ever been privy to before. He watched her lean back, forming a triangle, vulnerably, obediently putting herself on display.La Touche Finaleglowed like a sore, orange thumb.Everyone got very quiet then, breathing, just watching. Jeffrey took slow, heavy steps then, black Armani shoes clicking against the stage with a weight he couldn't hide as deftly as his more slender counterpart. He leaned. He bent. He retook the dark walnut handle in his grip and let out a slow, heavy breath before standing again.More footsteps, making no effort to hide them. Measured. Not too fast. Not too slow. A pace that saw everyone present grow heavy with seriousness, not least of all his Ariana and he.She'd first be able to feel his shins pressed against the backs of her shoulders and arms.As he had with Emilia, Jeffrey took a seat on the stage directly behind Ariana. He even placed a hand on her shoulder as he sat down, temporarily pushing her forward from her triangle so he could more snugly fit behind her without having to pull the brunette back into him, which would have robbed even inches from the up close view being put on offer. He let her move back into that position right after he was in place, which saw her head near his right shoulder, her body back into a perfectly formed triangle, the light from above leaving no curve to the imagination. "I will tell you the same thing I told Emilia before," he whispered, for her, for them, for them alone. A hand slipped around her side, his left hand going underneath her arm, around her back, and tracing a fingertip just around the pretty little nipple, that sat upon a pretty little breast his touch indented. "Don't be afraid to be human, in this next moment. If you need to scream. Cry. Drool. Beg. Whatever ear piercing shrieks or embarrassing spasms... You're alreadymy girl," with a gentle kiss to the side of her face, just in front of her ear. "We're about to enter into a new life together." The fingertip left her breast, traveling down the expanse of her tummy. "You're a very special part of that, Ariana." It went down to her waist. He leaned against her some as it went further, going from her hip to her thigh, from her thigh to her knee. "Now as you take your final bow, what say we give them ashow?"Then, at her knee, he pulled her legs apart, keeping her in that triangle form yet forming a second triangle within it her feet beneath her butt, her knees splayed, perfectly bare vagina on display.Her pussy. Her cunt. Her box. Her snatch. Her flower. Her hole.Something about the v word seemed to fit her more adorably in his mind. Emilia, too, through her ladylike demeanor. The next two women were probably p's. The last one, maybe even a c.Bulbs flashed. In seconds images would automatically upload to various streaming news sites on the internet, and the former Disney princess' perfectly smoothed crotch would 'break' them all, as such was the bragging right these days to do."By the way...youare tooa big girl." Another kiss, just as gentle, to the side of her face.His left hand came back up, suddenly hugging tight around Ariana's waist. His right brought in the branding iron, just as he'd done before, pressing it to the once flawless skin above Ariana's left breast, directly overtop her heart.One one thousand... Two one thousand... Three one thousand... Four one thousand...It was pulled away, steam rising from the skin in its wake. If she had been confident before, now the flaws in her perfectly coiffed facade began to spill around her like so much of her curling volume of hair. It formed a backdrop to her posing, curling and twisting where it had been crimped as it gave shade to her calves and her hips alike, and ensuring that the light scintillated off the Sicilian in her such that with the wood beneath her and her hair behind her there was not an inch of her naked flesh that was not entirely for the viewing pleasure of the audience before her. Yet here and now, that was not forthem, as so much of her career had been. Her voice, her looks, her movements, they had all been for them for years at a time. At her most vulnerable and exposed, she had given up their access to those things as surely as a rowdy turnstile jumper at a concert hall would be turned away. She resented them in a way she hadn't when they had been eating out of her palm just moments ago. She wanted to be like this forhim and for no one else, if even for only a few more minutes. She wanted to tease and flash him all over again.Instead, she was flashed again and again in the lighting of the phones and cameras gathered before her, the tautness of her balancing arms and her artfully arched thighs revealing as much about the work that went into her poise with the lean, feminine sinew of her muscles maintaining what could have been an uncomfortable repose in which to wait as it did reveal the effortlessness of her beauty in balance of the Madonna Whore that was every successful pop star. Of playing young, but nottoo young. Of being sexy, but nottoosexy. Innocent, but notnaive. Accessible, but not overbearing.Pornographic, artfully nude. She was both. She was neither.And she was not calm, as the highlighting of her muscles in the light of the stage and the tensity of her posing only served to make it visible with each breath that traced down the entire line of her torso just how her nerves began to finally take hold with each. thudding. quivering. step. he. took.He was behind her, and then down upon the stage with her. She'd watched Emilia go through this, Emilia who was only subtly watching out of the corner of her eye, her lower lip captured between her teeth in empathy and rapt attention alike while she remained as still and patient as he could have asked of her now that her shared spotlight was reaching its second climax. Soon enough, Ariana would be beside her as an equal, and they could whisper to one another while the third took the stage, but for now she could only breathe her commiseration for what was the hardest, mostwonderfulpart of the entire situation.It still burned so, and it would never stop burning in her mind how and to whom she forever belonged.But Ariana, for all her tattoos, for all her time in the eyes of others, was still untouched in that most pertinent way. She was touched in the way she craved, her hips lifting onlysubtlyhigher and her eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly when he traced his hand across her skin and teased the sensitive attentiveness of her nipple to threaten it to go even higher still . She hadn't whispered her sweet nothings to Emilia for, well, nothing. Something about watching her give up everything and bemarkedhad beenintenselyerotic. Andintenselyterrifying."I can get pretty loud," she both promised and warned on a breath that sounded like it should have had some music of her laugh, and yet which rasped like a music box at its end thanks to the tightness in her throat. She was beingsobrave, in her own opinion. It wasn't even remotely enough! But his kiss there at the side of her cheek made it feel as though the spreading warmth from that act alone could shield her from the worst of what was to come, only to focus on the best of it. Just another tattoo just another permanent addition to her body, like thebellissimawrit across her left ribcage, to the nearbyalwaysbeneath her left breath.Always beautiful, far enough from one another to not be a mere statement of narcissism, but worn proudly for what they were and what she was, and what she would always be.Always hisbellissima. It was easy to get enraptured by the intimacy and romance of the moment, to let the cameras slip away entirely.Which was precisely what left her so entirely off kilter as hespreadher wide, her eyes going just as open in almost comical timing with the drop of her jaw to make anOof her bubble gum gloss. Because certainly less glittery, but no lesspink, Ariana proved to have the matching accessory for every part of her make up when he forced her off the line of artful and entirely into the realm of utterly pornographic. She could hear the shutters more than she could see them, the phantom clicking of mice and tapping of touch screens sharing what had been a sensual but largelychasteevent and revealing just what he had revealed to the world at large. Her skin darkenedfuriouslyfrom cheek to collarbone, her quivering gasp of protest just shocked and girlish enough to make it clear how little she approved of the moment and likely, just a bit, how much she understood the price she had just paid for her torment and teasing.Act like a brat, get treated like a brat."Meanie," she whimpered with all the force of a curse behind it, the question of howwetshe must have been no longer in any sort ofglisteningquestion beneath the lights of the stage. And had she any time to focus on her pretty little vagina ending up disappointingly blurred in so many news stories and the come comeuppance that she had earned, she might have even thought of a few other choice cusses to throw his way.Words weren't what came out of her, though. She opened wider still, unbidden, until her jaw ached with the firstsizzleof iron on skin, a silent squeak threatening to make its way past her constricting throat while her rich brown eyes went as wide and wet as other pieces of her already had. She desperately tensed her fingertips like the cat being dragged from its perch, forcing her knees and palms to support her acute little bend with as little motion as possible. And then she hit the high note. She had both warned and promised him. She let out awail that could have been a track on the album all itself which pitched and wavered with the scream of someone who almost hadn't even known what pain was prior, a girl all too used to the jabbing of the needle into her skin entirely unprepared for the precision agony of the final touch's kiss. Shescreamedas beautifully as she laughed, the trilling sound of it dancing effortlessly between the points of pent up pleasure and powerful pain to make a symphony of something entirely new.She was trying to be so brave. So strong. But she couldn't. She couldn't endure it. she fell to the stage, just barely avoiding residual burning and singing and searing from her abrupt motion by the sheer luck of doing so at the same time he finally pulled the iron away and left her sizzled, seared, and stamped ashis property. She collapsed between the curve of her own legs, her bent feet kissing her hips in a display of flexibility that was both unsurprising in the limber little pop star and yet still surprising to see for how she might have gone entirely flat back onto her shoulders if his lap hadn't been there to catch her.Emilia had almost had no choice but to grab for him to seek the comfort of her confirmed submission, and likewise through her wailing agony and searing subjugation, Ariana was forced to clutch.Her delicate fingers had never clutched at her little seam so sweetly.She was still crying, hiccuping sobs and whimpers little succor against the pain on her breast, while she laid on his lap andfuriouslyrubbed herself for all to capture for their salacious stories of the day's events, those close enough to the stage able to capture theslicksound of tiny, capable digits performing a disappearing act into a body that had been trapped in a performative guise for so long that it scarcely seemed to know what to do with beingfreed.If there had been any, even her slender little fingers seemed to have atightfit. Even two at a time, like so. "I'm I'msr 'msorry f'r for actin' up," she whimpered ever so softly to him, forsomany reasons to whimper, but most of all so she could try something on for size that she'd been considering and flirting with via her youthful image so many times and yet had neverreally seen how it fit. It was, ugh. She was a trailblazer. She was a mold breaker. All that good stuff, right? She didn't want to ever be a cliche.But it felt like itmight have felt right, and she had to try it while her voice was privately squirming up to him from his lap and she could almost even pretend that an entire auditorium wasn't watching her vigorously masturbate to her signed away freedom and the boundaries that had just branded themselves upon her breast. "Daddy," she breathed... maybe it was a cliche, and it was too much, and she was going to feel really dumb for going there.But it made her sing in a third, different cadence than her laughter and her pain had, so it definitely fitjust right for her then and there as the build up from Emilia's first stroll onto the stage while she'd clutched at the curtains in the shadows to her own folded submission against Him reached its inevitable, perfect, showstopping climax. It didn'tstopthe livid pain burning on her skin, but it was a lot easier to ignore when the rest of her body bucked upward on her knees and quivered her petite frame into a panting, mindlessly moaning little mess that left her the exact opposite of the complete control she had shown when taking her first steps onto that stage. And that too fitjustright. It was such a unique, endlessly interesting situation, this. This knowing nothing of a person other than her public persona, then 'meeting' her on stage in what was still very much a show, lights, cameras and a live audience to boot, and having to read between the lines of her demeanor to glimpse at thetrueher. Then, moments later, she was stripped naked in front of that public audience and pledging herself to him, mind, heart and body. If he was lucky, maybe even soul.Twicenow.The only thing that had been tighter than Ariana's white knuckled grip in those intense, fourforever longseconds, was Jeffrey's grip around her, and the carefulness in which the searing brand had been held against her naked chest. Her body would react, he knew, in the most basic ways a human could, but if even the slightest mar would be allowed to happen, it would not be her fault, but his. So he held her. Tight. Close. Furiously firm, in wordless appreciation of the one time only canvas she was giving him right then. His blue eyes had been closed the whole time he held her, from right before hot iron kissed upon perfectly tanned Sicilian American flesh, to all throughout, to the end, where the walnut handled branding iron was dropped to the stage in just a haphazard manner as before, rolling away whilst she whimpered, hiccuped and cried in a manner more befitting little girls than big ones. But she had every right to be so, in that moment, and just as he'd done with Emilia before her, he held Ariana in his arms, both loving and protective.After those first few seconds of just holding her close, Jeffrey opened his eyes. And the world...was cracked? He blinked. There were lines going across the crowd, horizontal and diagonal and oh. Oh! He blinked a few times. He smirked. His smirk grew into a smile, and even as she melted back into his hug, pathetically sobbing out an intimate apology, Jeffrey's face beamed with pride. For during her branding, it seemed as if his little Ariana had, with no exaggeration,crackedhisglasseswith the immense pitch of her musical,siren like shriek.But before he could say anything, even as he'd parted his lips to tell her the words, it was her mouth he'd heard a single, soft, very vulnerable word slip out.Daddy.And it was then that he noticed the rest, that his little Ariana was knuckles deep in her pretty vagina, unabashedly masturbating for the world to see as pain like she'd never known surely throbbed upon her breast. He said nothing, initially. He let it happen. Right to the end of her 'performance,' it was clear this whole time that it had been Ariana's stage and she wouldn't be one upped on it, so like a good roadie, Jeffrey set about his next task in a way that would hopefully draw the eyes of none to him, and allow them to all be on her. The hand freed by having discarded the iron went down the smooth, beautifully hued skin of her thigh, guiding her legs further apart at the knees as best he could, putting the former princess' lewd act on display to the fullest. His other, having been in a hug around her waist, no longer needed to hold so tight. As she laid into his embrace he brought that hand up, up over her ribs, over thatalways bellissima, fingers spreading enough to loosely cup around her perky breast, and one reaching further than the others, teasing at the softness of her nipple.Again, all eyes were on her. All lenses were on her. His touches, simple as they were, were wordless means of encouragement. This moment had been unexpected, yetthoroughlyinteresting, and something he would bank away for later. For now, he held his newest pretty thing, even as the climax of her self teasings saw her buck and whimper in a way that highlighted her vulnerability all over again. He held her, letting her ride it out. Caressing her nipple. Not allowing her knees to close in a bout of last minute modesty. Cyclops eyed cameras were everywhere, feasting on her lewd display. One woman had even come right up against the stage, holding the microphone right at its edge, not more than a foot from Ariana's slippery digits, allowing theirschlick schlick schlickto be captured for posterity.When it was over, it was over. His touch on her breast went back to a hug around her waist, letting her tired body lay against him as it wished. His touch on her knee closed her legs up, took her by the wrist, and brought that more slender hand out from her perfectly kept crotch, glistening lewdly with a sticky spider web of her own shiny lust dangling between its digits. "We'll have to talk aboutthislater," with a husky chuckle. The one arm left her waist again, letting her lay against him, and reached up past her, to his own face. "For now, though," bringing his hand back forth. "Daddy's girlhas earned herself a trophy." He took off the earth tone brown Armani designer glasses, the lenses still held together but notably cracked in several ways, and set them upon the bridge of Ariana's nose, sliding the arms back atop her ears, disappearing in her hair. "Do try to not make a habit of it, though, my dear?" Another chuckle.The Ariana Show wasn't quite, quite quite over just yet, though. Jeffrey still held a very lewd, slender hand at the wrist, and he hadn't gotten so far in life through beingwasteful.He lifted her touch just past her head, to his, to his mouth, where he wrapped his lips around one of those perfectly manicured fingers, slipping them, his lips, his tongue, his warm breath, down all the way to her knuckle. Then back up. Then back down. Then up again, and he sucked at it briefly from the side, and licked at the little crevice of space between two fingers, enjoying every drop of Ariana's cum covered hand that he'd determined was 'his.' Not all of it was, though, and no sooner was he done than he was 'offering' it to her, bringing that second slick, slimy finger to the brunette's own lips."You did wonderful, honey." He kissed at the back of her head. "But you're not done," explained in a voice that was almost apologetic. "You're almostalmost,okay? You have one last thing. Just one more. I know it hurts right now, but you've got one more thing to do. Just like Emilia. See how she is? Knelt, showing off her new mark? ...You're aslavenow, and I want you to show off that choice you made proudly." Carefully, but purposefully, he placed both hands on the back of Ariana's shoulders and held her up enough that he could slip out from beneath her, before either laying her down or letting her prop herself up. He slid back, a bit gracelessly, shifted to a kneel, and stood back up straight, straightening his deep burgundy silk button down shirt as he smiled to the crowd.Jeffrey kept his smiling gaze out toward their audience as he backstepped, and sidestepped, until he could lean over the podium and exclaim, "Miss Ariana, everyone! ...In case anyone didn't catch it with the unannouncedperformance going on, that littlebansheecracked my glasses when she screamed!" This brought out a round of laughter from all in attendance. But akin to perfect clockwork, as the laughter settled and he kept adjusting his shirt, fixing his collar now, an aide stepped out from backstage, holding out a black case with its top flipped up, which Jeffrey reached in to pluck up a spare pair. "But ah, two can play at that game I was an Eagle Scout in my youth, and we always come prepared!" Another chuckle from the gallery as he set the new pair upon his features, the aide stepping to the side, back to backstage."...And can you believe we're only halfway in?!" Having finished adjusting the glasses, his arm shot out in a flourish. "Introducing the next that yearned to be here this day to promise something to me, and proclaim it to all of you Miss Madelaine Petsch!" The lyrics to Ariana's latest were a little simple. A little repetitive, perhaps. But when working on something new, it was often those closest to its production who got to truly know what it was like to undergo the creative process at its messiest and least refined. For now, her swan song for the slaving stage and slavering streams capturing every second of their performance might have been the inelegant spread of her legs giving way to the girlish touch of knee to knee whilst Jeffrey hid her away from her most public appearance yet, but for him it was the musical elegance from somewhere 'round his belly."Haah .. haahn .. hnnn .."the breathless, staccato panting of the squirming songstress was the climax of this particular set, the crescendo giving way to the final track. Her attempt to draw in breath, to still her heart, and to find herself precisely where she was meant to be. Drawn up against his lap, the eyes of the world faded away from her, she could have disappeared into sleep right then and there but for the racing of her pulse and the adrenaline kiss of her agonized skin. Like an artfully crafted marionette, no one would have been gauche enough to cut her strings, but they had beencarefullywound after having been so tightly strung before and now left her temporarily devoid of any dancing. Her limbs moved only when posed, her legs closed by a warm touch and her wrist brought aloft with one warmer still. Her shame and pride gleamed in the lighting onstage.She had definitely gotten a little carried away.But you couldn't be carried without being held, and being held like this was just what she needed right now. She closed her eyes, her arched back and heaving breaths making a taut display of her angled torso across his lap. Still, nothing could have wiped the glittery pink smile from her lips when he echoed back her own littleslip up and gave her a gift. A trophy. An award. She'dearnedit, however you sliced it, and she knew that it had nothing to do with the simple fact that she had agreed to his contract. After all, Emilia most certainly hadn't gotten anything extra for her performance. For a moment of time so brief as to be immeasurable, Ariana felt the tiniest bit of smug pride seep throughout her still quivering little frame. But then he had to go and suck on her finger.She probably wasn't going to be able to respond teasinglyoraffirmingly to his gentle chide to begin with, but that really managed to take things off the rails. She sucked in a breath sharply and held it , the heel of her right foot stroking down against her left calf in an almost involuntary struggle. A kick in slow motion, coinciding with the lifting and twisting of her hips up off of the stage, only to come back down while shefocusedand tried not to let the motion of his lips and tongue across her finger send her into another spiraling paroxysm. "No habitttt not fair " she managed to breathe out, her eyelashes fluttering sweetly open beneath the cracked lenses giving her amostdistinguished look in her naked, sweat kissed sprawl while she desperately tried not to let the convulsing shudder down her spine from his ministrations convince her that she needed to get back to it againalready. "notfair" rushed out of her lips a second time, ending on a squeaking gasp of a sound thatmighthave been the most petite of all little deaths. Or at the very least, a shiver enough to make her toes curl. It was the preamble to her taking his suggestion and doing something that she'd honestly never done.She wasn't sure if she particularly liked it, actually. Certainly not with the sameverveandinteresthe had shown without need for a single word, given how his tongue wrote its story all around and in between her fingers. But just as that particular story suggested an all too entertaining sort of follow up, she nonetheless hinted at her own sort of sequel after a brief motion of her lips and tongue, her eyes only amplified through the cracked lenses in ways more subtle than certain art kitsch but with a distinct uptick in pantomimed naivety while she tasted herself upon herself. She pursed her lips andsucked, until the pout of her lips against her finger was as undeniably tight as it had been before. Once in, once out, twice in, and then done... notquitedone, as her tongue devilishly seemed to think she was doing nothing of note and nothing at all wrong as it slid sosmallandpink around the tip of her equally pink nail in a final flourish before her smile returned, uncharacteristically vapid in its neatness. None of that reached her ingenue eyes, which spoke alltooloudly that the adrenaline exhausted former pop star might not have been sure if she liked the taste of herself but she was one hundred percent certain she'd be more amicable towardhisflavor, given the opportunity. Just as at the podium, she did not linger with that suggestion it was a whisper just for him, and then gone as every little secret ought to have been in its time. Because following the flirtation of her finger and tongue, she feltjustsettled enough that she could actually rise up anew, if not quite a phoenix, then at the very least reborn in her own way."Of course I'm not done. We're just getting started," she told him, her chaste smile threatening to become something genuinely beaming while she tucked her feet beneath her and reoriented herself into something nearly like a vertical position, letting her tresses tickle at her ankles for a moment before she made it entirely upright. But she didn't let him get awayquiteas easily or neatly as he tried to, his professionalism as resolute as it had been since she'd seen him from so far offstage to begin with. While he got his bearings and extricated himself to stand up, she reached back abruptly just to give him aninstantof pause, her smile seeming to have cracked the tiniest bit."Yourslave," she corrected sweetly, and squeezed her hand down just hard enough to palm his dick through his slacks.He wasn't going to get up gracefully in the best of circumstances, but that minx seemed determine to make likelihood into truth.While he made his way back to the podium, regaining his composure and regaling the press with his amusement over her high note, Ariana planted one hand in front of the other. Eventryingto stand would have been foolish right now, so she didn't. She prowled like a house kitten, one hand in front of her other, one knee painfully pressing down into the hard wood underneath her slight weight after the other, and dragged her slender frame the short distance from where she'd been branded to where Emilia proudly displayed her own with the patience of a saint. Hip to hip, she gave her new sister in servitude not so much as a centimeter of space to call her own, ticklingherbare skin with her hair this time as she leaned in and whispered beneath the audience's laughter at Jeffrey's nudging of the show back on the road."Does it still hurt?" Ariana half hissed, half whimpered."I think it might actually beworsenow a bit itchy," Emilia whispered back, her voice rich with good humor while they took their private time to themselves. Not that she had or would do anything so unladylike as to sit there massaging or scratching at her newly anointed brand even if ithadn'tbeen threatening agony if she even so much as thought about doing so. She felt Ariana sigh against her shoulder with trepidation, as the more her high was wearing off the more she could trulyfeelit there on her breast."Wish I'd done like you now, actually," Emilia then admitted quietly, knowing her tiny flash of a grin and the turn of her eyes to behold the former Miss Grande out of the corner of them would be taken by the only woman they were meant for. She didn't really need to say more than that. Ariana giggled as softly as she could manage and nudged her shoulders upward, tucking her elbows inward so as to not give her brunette "co star" too hard of a nudge in the ribs for her commiseration that shehadn'ttaken the opportunity to masturbate on stage and was now being forced to waitinterminablythrough the rest of the program. But Ariana wasn't just giving Emilia a little ribbing for amusement's sake.The tips of her index fingers touched one another, and the tips of her thumbs did the same. While Mr. Tremonti extolled the Eagle Scouts, Ariana formed a perfectly neat little heart by turning and brought the window between her delicate fingers up until it framed her brandjustabout perfectly. Only one person in the audience had the exact vantage with their camera to get the pristine shot of her adorably showing off the newest permanent addition to her silky skin, but Ariana hadalwaysinsisted on being photographed from her good side. She beamed, content... but she lowered her hands back down to her knees before long, lest she be expected to keep her armsstuckin that position through the rest of the ceremony. Elbow cramps were not a good way to start paradise off."Break a leg,"came the final encouragement from the wings. Because then there was one.Though on stage, there were three.Madelaine entered the stage as though she had been born to walk a red carpet, and not simply because she was accompanied by the matching crimson drape of her voluminous hair. While her predecessor in professing the finality of her freedom might have technically beaten Maddie when it came to sheersilky ringlets by inch, it was pretty hard to argue that when it came to the deep, naturalmagma at sunsethue that practically basked in the stage lighting as much as the girl it was attached to did that redheads didn't have a certain advantage in turning eyes toward them. A girl on fire in book or on screen could own a capitol's attention, but Madelaine carried a torch for herself alone.It wasn't hard for her to do so, either. She moved with a confidence completely unlike Ariana's practiced ownership of the live stage. The runway model, the beauty pageant hopeful, the politician with nothing to prove, she was one hundred percent professional in her emergence to the muted applause. She missed no more of a step than she would have had it been thunderous or silent, because well,nobodyin their right mind expected to get a bigger pop out of a crowd than Ariana fucking Grande. More impressive was how she didn't miss so much as a step even on the polished hard wood despite the fact that her feet were angled dang near vertically down toward it, her golden heels clicking in expert elegance as though she'd been born to strut in stilettos as long as her own fingers.Granted, few eyes were going to be that far down when the song of ice and fire that was the young woman's tresses and absolutely porcelain skin was being showcased by what may have been the flimsiest, tissue paper excuse for alittle black dressthat could still technically be considered clothing.What was red and white and black all over? Miss Petsch.She did not stalk to the audience, to take their measure and to control their interest in what she would do astride the stage in the way that Ariana had.She didn't walk to the center of the stage, microphone in hand, to introduce herself and her charity the way that Emilia had.For all that she came onto the stage like a lioness utterly unconcerned with the cackle of the hyenas off stage or the pride of the king at his podium, very nearly reflective of literally any judgement or praise that might have come her way, the truth of the matter was that Madelaine was simply young and driven. She was a far cry from the character she most famously portrayed who, being fair, was outside of the demographic ofmostof those attending she was not about to burn down the stage to make her point, positive or negative, no matter how the little curls of fire at the pale snow of her back might have bounced with each expert step on the balancing act that best described her heels. But though Cheryl might have been driven in her own way, her actress was driven in another way.Without a single word of introduction beyond Jeffrey's announcement, Madelaine Petsch walked onto stage with crisp, quick, but unhurried strides that sent her skirt dancing back and forth in the slit up her skirt that might have been more appropriately referred to as a gash. It seemed dangerous, aside from how the rhythm of the press conference seemed to suggest the temporary nature of her state of coverage, to have a dress cutthathigh up the hip and to walk with such swift purpose. One lucky camera shutterprobably caught, in the vigorous sway of her skirt, the answer that everyone asked of a redhead before she could reveal the answer herself. Nonetheless she didn't pause until she reached the table, at which point she delicately bent forward and lifted the quill enough that its feather could be seen to dance at her side by those left watching beyond the shadow of the stage lights.Madelaine, she wrote in neat script, before spinning around on her heels with a crispness that seemed dangerous on such footwear, expertly returning the quill to its place behind her without needing to glance over her shoulder to do so.One hand went up, her striking ruby lips literally and figuratively painted into a smile while she touched her collarbone and proved that the flimsiness of her dress was no mere illusion. With an audible snap and pop, Madelainesnappedandpoppedthe tiny little strap on her little black dress, and threw her entire arm down with a flourish that accompanied a greater sound of ripping and popping as though it had beendesignedto break away. Like a magic trick with a tablecloth and a full setting, the former Miss Petsch's dress ended up dangling from her fingertips with a very nearta dalike pose in the way her hands angled out from either side of her body.If Emilia had suggested a personal trainer, Madelaine guaranteed one. The redhead's sloping, widening, dipping, widening, and dipping again figure screamed about the effect of beauty regimens, instagram expectations, and what it took to be a young woman in Hollywood these days good genetics, vegan diet, and thankless primping and sweating leading to an end result that nonetheless had to seemworthit to the young lady who had been certain to trim out every single ounce of fat that she could while not eradicating it entirely from the widening gyre of her settling hips or keeping any of the excess, overlooked heft from settling in her breasts. She was neither zaftig nor petite. She was fit without being a gym bunny. She looked as though she had never shown her skin sun a day in her life, but her pale was sumptuous rather than sickly.And yes, there was an unapologetic but far from unruly, downy soft tangle of equally magma kissed crimson leading down beneath her trim tummy.But while she flourished with one hand to drop her now useless dress to the stage, clad in only her lipstick smile and her improbable heels, her other hand remained held out toward Jeffrey even without looking in his direction.She wiggled her fingers just the tiniest bit.Ahem. Microphone?she said without saying. His first was a lady faire here to make an announcement, elegance and loveliness emanating.His second was a coquette here to make her final performance, crescendo and all.His third, apparently, was a spitfire, erupting onto the stage to make a statement.It was easy to forget that he was on stage, and thuspart of the showas Madelaine strode across, rather than simply being an audience member with a tremendous seat. Were there ever any two things as dueling for attention as the gorgeous flow of her ferocious red tresses and the taunting, whipping slit of an already generously bold black dress? So many things were lost in that moment in the shadow of those two, little things that were just as deserved of attention and admiration, from the sheer talent of walking so deftly in such sky high heels, to the way her breasts bounced against the looseness of her top. Rather, Jeffrey's eyes, as were of all those in attendance, were forced to split between the flow of her hair and the flow of her dress' slit, commanding the crowd's attention equally.That said a little something of how sexy red hair could be.It was what camenextthat brought out the hushed gasps that eclipsed the camera shutters and the calls for her name, in hope she'd turn a certain way, face a certain photographer and end up giving him or her a choice photo op. No, it was what came next that startled even Mr.Tremonti himself, creating a wide eyed moment of surrealism as Miss Madelaine Petsch strode past everyone, skipped her own introduction, and made very, very clear she was simply Miss Madelaine now. No hesitation.While one could assume the crimson haired starlet was writing her name, in general it was near impossible to tell what someone was writing just by watching the flourish of their pen, pencil, or in this case feathered quill. But it was easy to tell when they were done, lifting the tip from the paper but an inch, holding it there a moment as one surveyed their work. It was in this moment that two slaves became three, and Jeffrey took a full breath, feeling his chest swell with both interest and intrigue. She was official. The brand was still to come, but the young woman had been on stage for but seconds and had already made her move, legally binding herself to a life of submissiveness, servitude and respect. Was it she was brimming with confidence, a cup spilling over, unable to contain it all? Or was it a moment of boldness meant to push past her butterflies? He wondered. ...Perhaps it was an effort to compete, that survival instinct to exceed that brought her through every step of her career awake from the caliber of company she'd shared a backstage with, recognizing she'd need to shine like the sun itself.Perhaps shewasthe sun itself, her bare, milk white skin summoning all eyes to it asripandsnapacted as the exclamation point on her three syllabledMa*de*lainestatement. Flashes of lighting and shutter snaps accompanied every micro second, to the point where, later on, the Washington Post would have to round the clock print extra copies when their papers would sell out, purely due to releasing a frame by frame recreation of this very moment that acted much like a children's picture book, quickly flipped pages combining every fraction of a second shot with silken smoothness.And then there was the matter of the unabashed hot lava, erupting upward out of her molten core.From the angle they both stood Jeffrey could see the young woman's firecrotch quite unmistakably, and of all her things, of her bared stomach, her bared breasts, her bared shoulders, her bared legs, of it all that's where his eyes went. It was only through the corner of his gaze that he took sight of her extended hand and wiggling fingers. He might have stared at that southern flame forever, if otherwise uninterrupted. But he responded, actions instead of words, claiming one of the three microphones from the podium and bringing it over to Madelaine's slender, red tipped hand.She wasn't justhanded it,however. He handed it to her, but then his palm continued just past, holding Miss Madelaine by that extended wrist. He continued until he'd come behind her, still holding that arm extended outward, and whispered at the left side of her face. "Captivating...I wonder, could that torn dress bemytrophy?" Already, inwardly, there was a quickly formed fantasy in his mind of having her wear it again, haphazard state as it was, and fucking herfiercelyin it. Jeffrey's free hand went to Madelaine's right shoulder first, then to the right side of her ribcage, just beneath her arm. He shifted his head from her left, to behind her, to her right, at which point he finally let go of her extended left hand with his, and brought that touch to her chin, three fingers guiding her face to the right, where he kissed her. Slow. Firm. Several, back to back. "I could have sworn," spoken against her lips, "that I owned this building. ThatI assembled this crowd. That it was allmyidea. ...But, apparently,youown the stage."And he let go. And he stepped back, to stand by the unrevealed check and the signed contract behind her, allowing the newly anointedMadelaineto continue her moment in whatever way she pleased. "Oh, sweetheart," Madelaine let her eyes go shut for just a moment when his warm grip took hold of her wrist and her own took hold of the proffered microphone, unable to see him at her back but nonetheless knowing each inch of his slide around her. Emilia and Ariana may not have been quite ready for histactilemannerism of approach, but she had all but been counting on it. She didn't tense or flinch, or even unnecessarily lean into his touch with the idea that where his palm first found itself against cool flesh would be its final resting place. She was instead a posing work of art, letting him linger and touch without explicit invitation to continue, allowing him his pleasure and his fill for the current display. But that didn't keep her bright smile at bay, and for all the scheming and tight lipped looks her most popular character may have indulged in, Madelaine herself was quite proud of her dental work. Her expression was one of glee not quite giddy, just oh so very happy to be where she was. "I think it would be alittle condescending to give someone something I have no further need of and pretend it was a prize."She turned her head, just so, in feeling his breath on the right side of her neck. She followed his fingers even justbeforethey reached her chin."Alright," Ariana murmured, managing to make a perfectly innocent word of agreement sound a little more something like"bitch."while she nudged her slightly oversized glasses against the bridge of her nose and then resumed her proud posing."Toys do come withalltheir accessories though. The good ones. Thereallygood ones," she breathed up before their positioning had come to a rest, her deeply red lips just a sweet tilt away from the natural pink of his own. Her free hand was not shy about looping up beneath his arm, cradling against his shoulder, and digging her nails into his clothing just abit so that the pair of them could be all more securely nestled together while she met his kiss in kind. Firm. Lingering. Exploratory and eager without forgetting that they might need to stop at any second. Not in the least bit shy about grabbing one last one when he decided that it would be the last one, no more so than she had been shy about tucking her other arm up until her slightly too slender bicep failed to do much about concealing the way her pale pink nipples had responded to the cold, the kissing, or both in turn. That was less about her modest though than it was about gently flicking on the microphone just in time to catch his private sentiments and broadcast them out to those gathered.Her artfully arched eyebrows were high above her teased out lashes, fluttering in an instant of innocence that had no smattering of the mischief her predecesister had indulged in. "Beneath every great man there are no less than three great women, Mr. Tremonti," she responded to him withoutquiteletting him escape the clutch of her hand around his shoulder, not until she had given it a lingering squeeze of contentment with the brief time they'd been able to spend here and now. "So I am only going toborrowthis stage, for just a minute," she promised while they parted ways, he back and she forth."I know you were all wondering what he keptwhisperingup here," she said, her lips just a little too close to the mic but notquitemaking it go hot as she one handed it in her impeccably balanced strut to the center of it all. "Imagine howI felt back there." The admission that she had been curious just what little things were said to Emilia and Ariana were not her sole reason for the little secret of a hot mic following up their hot kiss. She took two more steps forward, putting her close to the other two slaves kneeling at the front of the stage. "I'm not the kind of girl who likes secrets very much, I suppose. I prefer to put it all out there.Sur priiiise," she trilled with a little jazz hand and grinning sarcasm to accompany the brief settling of her kinetic poetry of red and white in motion. One foot in front of the other, she practically posed to best show off the flex of gentle muscle in her thigh before she took advantage of where she was to even better show off said balance, leaning forward at the waist with nary a wiggle or slide to suggest she might have gone tumbling tits over teakettle.For Jeffrey's vantage point, the poster forSecretarygot an amateur remake.For everyone else, they got a brief murmuring to accompany the suddenly held breath as the fiery young woman tossed her hair back over her shoulders with a flourish upon standing again, and then with her mic in one hand, she all toocasuallyswung around the finishing touch with the other by its elegant handle. It might not have beenashot as it had been just out of the flames, but it was nonetheless still glowing with its retained promise. Certainly still hot enough to burn someone if they weren't careful with exactly where and against what they were pointing it. And if their benefactor's heart might well have leapt into his throat at the thought that his prior claiming mightalsoreceive an amateur remake as the bold former actress proved she was not here to wait foranypart of the process, then it was matched by the excitement of those beyond the lights in how each girl seemed to be shaking things up just a bit.Madelaine was careful withla touche finaleeven if she didn't appear to be. "So I wish I had something profound to say, or something personal to give you, or a hot new album to drop, but I don't," she explained unapologetically. "I spent much of my childhood wanting to be an actress, and so I became an actress. And I spent much of the past several weeks thinking about how incredibly hot it would be to be a rich man's happy little fucktoy," she said, each sentence holding the same cadence such that when she swung the branding iron out toward the audience to indicate that they could fill in the blanks she almost expected at least one of them to parrot backso you became a happy little fucktoy!Her pout of disappointment was incredibly brief. She swung the iron up like a baseball bat, letting the cool metal handle rest against her unmarked skin on her shoulder."I bet everyone gets that, right? Where you just ..can'tget something out of your head? Or someone?" she asked, now turning at the hip and rather blatantly looking over her shoulder at Jeffrey. Her nose wrinkled minutely, looking genuinely chagrined. "I kinda had to break up with my boyfriend over this, actually. I've got a scheduled post going up on my insta if any ladies out there want his deets. He's a really good guy," she promised conversationally, swinging the iron back down with an alarming speed to leave it almost horizontal like a fencing foil."But for those of you whodon'tknow me, I'm not just some shameless slut," she tutted, though she briefly looked down at her own all but naked body with a flicker of her eyelashes and then a peek from underneath them to the unseen crowd in a mea culpa thatmaybethat was alittlebit of a fib. "I'm also a liberal elite vegan, so if I wasn't white, Fox News would already have at least an hour a day dedicated to hating on me."She winked and clicked her teeth, making a finger gun alongside the microphone out into the crowd whether she had any idea where anyone from Fox was or not. "And it's because of all my tree hugging, no bra wearing," she said with a little flourish of her hand when bringing the microphone back to herself that lifted and dropped her right breast for just alittlejiggle of emphasis, "hippie dippy ways that I've sold myself today alongside my board position with the Environmental Media Association. The big problem with wealth and corporations consolidating so much power into the hands of the fewisn'tthat one man can get the prestige, the power,andthe devilish good looks necessary to ravage the most beautiful women in the world any and every time he wants, I mean, that doesn't sound like aproblemto me, does it sound like one to you?" she asked in a little bit of trumped up astonishment that anyone could be opposed to that idea, pointedly looking at Emilia and Ariana's backs before peeking wide eyed at Jeffrey to see if Mr. Tremonti had any problems with that particular aspect of capitalism, "but rather that those few aren'talwaysusing their money how they should.""So", she said, spinning around on her heels and brieflythuunkdropping the heavy branding portion of the iron down against the hardwood stage as though she were leaning on a cane, but just as quickly lifting it back up in a vertical throw that let her catch it by the mid section give her a cane, a tophat, and some fishnets and she probably would have put on a whole damn show, the way she couldn't seem to keep her hands still while she sauntered with a series of eleganttapsfollowing in her wake back toward her new owner. "My net worth is a down payment, but if you'll see fit to indulge my other contribution, my seat at the board belonging now to Innovation Inc. means that your company can use some of those obscene profits to clean things up for everyone else," she said, holding her arm out and happily offering him the walnut handle while very careful to keep her elbow clear of the still sizzling hot branding end."Save the Earth, ride a redhead," she said into the microphone with a gleaming smile just for him. Everything about this chick was bold, from her increasingly outgoing actions and words down to the simple, inescapable view of moon kissed pale skin contrasting with her two sets of sun kissed red hair. It was the former, though, the actions and words, braver and more honest and out there by the moment, that had his mind alight, his chest rising and falling as her diva moment with the crowd continued on. Jeffrey took notice of everything, from how Madelaine claimed control of everyone's attention irrelevant to the fact that it had been hers to begin with, as if it was not so much a matter of whoseturnit was, but of an indirect competition with those who had come before, and one who was yet to come after. He watched her wrap everyone around her slender finger, himself perhaps not wholly exempt from such a claim either, and then proceed to keep them on edge, the dramatic tearing of her dressfarfrom having been the culmination of her act.He watched as she bent, very, very clearly showing off a rear end to him that she must have been very, very proud of, for one such as it did not come without a very, very perfect combination of genetics and hard work both. His breath came in slow, though his nostrils as he watched and listened, chest rising, remaining a man of discipline, of control, and exiting his body the same way. He watched her snatch the still glowing branding iron, the very tool which was to lay final claim to her, body and soul, and wave it about as if any otherprop,this astage production.Jeffrey's breathing remained in that forced, focused calm, while the crowd gasped here and there, while Miss Madelaine treated it like a cane, or a bat, or a fencer's foil. Somewhere in his mind he knew, with all certainty, that this was all that it would be, yet another means to rapt attention with. But somewhere in his mind, equally, he knew, he wasn't about to put it beyond this wild, untamed ginger to quite literallybrand herselfand collapse into his arms, or at his feet, in a moment so definitive it defied being topped.This time was hers, however she wished to spend it, and Jeffrey harbored no interest in refraining any of these ladies from presenting their truest selves publicly. If any needed to be molded to his liking, that would come later the 'wedding night,' as opposed to the 'ceremony' or 'reception.'He just listened, and watched, utilizing the fullest amount of his concentration to concentrate entirely on nothing at all. Not her beautiful shoulders, and the way her red tresses danced down their middle with every movement. Not the small of her back, the curve of her hips, the shape of her ass or the thighs it all gave way to underneath. Not even her words were safe to fully focus on, lest her talk of being'a rich man's happy little fucktoy'be the catalyst that left him engorged in a way that left a gentleman slim room for denial. It was not even the embarrassment of being fully aroused on stage that he wished to avoid one of his little darlings had just publicly fingerfucked herself to completion, after all but the power game of such. Much as each of these starlets was well aware of the games to be played in Hollywood, or the recording industry, the business world was no different. He was in charge. That was to be the public perception at all times, and would continue into their privacy later. If any of his new pretties were in charge for any period of time, it is because he allowed them to be, such as now, and even took joy in seeing them flourish warm, lively, bright.When her song and dance was done, Jeffrey met his newest addition to the family with a warm smile, blue eyes set upon her browns. The handle on offer was accepted, dark walnut that was becoming quite familiar to his touch, keeping eye contact with Madelaine as his fingers slowly wrapped around, then took hold of the handle. "My dear," he spoke lightly. Not a whisper. But the microphone was not near enough to him, hot mic or no, so these were words only for them. "Congratulations...you've gotten to me. But, not enough that I'm willing to let themsee me sweat," he snickered. Jeffrey's free hand came up to cover the top of the microphone, just in case she were to get any sudden, funny ideas mid sentence. "You are full of life, andenrapturing,and there is apartof me that wants to bend you over right now,saving the Earthandriding a redheadright up herastoundingass." Eye contact, the entire time. "Maybe more thanonepart. But, make no mistake..." His hand left its place covering the microphone, moving to Madelaine's wrist. "Miss Liberal Elite." It smoothed up, first her forearm, then gliding its touch to her bicep. "Miss Hippie Girl." It came up to her shoulder.Then, quickly, his smile grew to a firm expression, and his touch grew to a grip, which evolved into a shove. In one fell movement the taller, stronger of the pair forced the more slender sex into a haphazard spin handlethatgraciously, there on those heels which he then recaptured her during with that same hand, fingers splayed, grasping roughly around her jaw and face as she faced outwardly now, toward the crowd. His chest was immediately to Madelaine's back. He bent a knee, if only to force her into an even more awkward position, bending backward, feet just barely touching the stage till while her gaze and her pair of aroused peaks pointed toward the bright lights above. And then it was the iron that kissed her next, just above her left breast. 'Still hot' wasn't a question it singed, it seared, it created smoke above the wicked curve of the redhead's body in a way that was both immediate and wholly visceral.One second."You."Two seconds."are."Three seconds."myhappy little fucktoy,now."Four, just like the others.He dropped the branding iron to the stage."And I hope, sincerely, in time, we can add to that a giggle filled love and a bright eyed warmth whenever we're near, that becomes a river both bottomless and unending..." His free arm wrapped around Madelaine's body, hugging tight. The hand on her face loosened its harsh hold, regressing to a tender caress now, a finger even stroking lightly at a cheek. "In the meantime," with a several seconds long kiss to the side of her face. "Be a good girl. Finish stripping and go join your sisters."The hug maintained, not about to drop the porcelain vase that was his newest acquisition at a time and, frankly, an angle where she likely wouldn't be able to maintain it on her own. Jeffrey held her to him as his one legged kneel became two legged, carefully guiding Madelaine till she was settled down on the stage with him, even if gracelessly. Arms loosened, and a gentle pet of her full length hair ensued, several strokes that the flashing bulbs in attendance all managed to catch even if this moment of human tenderness was not necessarily for them. Jeffrey leaned over, on his hands and knees now, another kiss to Madelaine's head, and then sat up, where he patted her butt in a 'get on with it' manner.Then, simply, the iconic businessman who had madetwoGuinness World Records for gracing more magazine covers in 2017 than any other celebrity spanning the globe, ever, and then breaking itagainin 2018, stood, brushed himself off, straightened his shirt, straightened his pants, and went for the microphone, ready and set to casually carry on. As if branding the flesh of three naked women after each had sworn lifelong loyalty and enslavement to him was just another smiling day at the office. Making Mr. Jeffrey Tremonti himselfsweat even after he had lay claim to the mother of dragons and his everything, well, Maddie wasn't going to say that she wasn't a little proud of herself. It might have been rhetorically easy to say that by the end of tonight, they'd all be on exactly the same level as one another, but the redhead also wasn't too proud to admit that she knew when it came to the pecking order of the guests on stage today, she was the black sheep of the growing family. Ameretelevision actress! For a network! Ranked against aprestigetv actress with more than a few films under her belt, one of the biggest pop stars working today, and .. well, her soon to be potential successor, she was on the bottom rung from the get go as far as the press was concerned. But you know what? Two things.One, she didn't give a good god damn. And two, neither did he.She couldn't help but give him her most beatific smile, her eyes ever sobrieflycontemplating the darkness and light above withoutentirelybreaking contact when she considered the idea of him giving up on the charade he'd played so well with the three of them so far all because he wanted to fuck her in the assthatbadly. The followingshimmyin her shoulders found his proposal wordlessly agreeable. If there was any game of hierarchies and ladders to be played after this press junket to end all press junkets, then it was one that was going to be played ontheirterms, through their actions, and not through something that depended on so much luck and happenstance as a famous career. Getting reamed in front of that many cameras would just guarantee that she had managed to tempt him in ways that Emilia and Ariana hadn't exactly managed to rev. Or that they'd gotten him kickstarted for her, and she was just the lucky one who got to feel him purr. Either way it was one way to put her on equal footing with the others in a way that the press and the world sure damn well wouldn't forget.Madelaine felt her mouth go deliriously dry when his expression went from kind, agreeable admission to the stern lesson about to come, but that was the only part ofher that was at any risk of going dry. She'd watched Ariana tease and goad him from backstage, just about every chance she'd gotten, in an adorably girlish little fashion. And Madelaine was practically ready to chew the drapes waiting to see him spring into action and give her what she was asking for, no matter whether or not she'd really understood what she was asking for. He probably hadn't known then that he was justsaving his punishment, forgoing its use on the pretty little brat seeking a few little taps on her rear in favor of the sizzling flame that was about to roar onto the stage. A wildfire would catch anywhere it could jump to unopposed, but keep it properly contained, fed, and watched, and it would find its proper place in a hearth. The feel of his fingers on her arm were thrilling enough to bring the goosebumps out along the back of her neck and raise them against her delicate arms, but she didn't dare look away to miss even the subtlest turn of his eyes in the transformation of his expression from encouraging, evenindulging, topromising.She exhaled, the breath hitting turbulence about the same time her knees did. Graceful and poised as she may have been, there was a difference between the Barbie doll in her box and the one who was being played with. And those mincing little arches weren't reallymeantto stand on their own. If his hand hadn't caught her by the shoulder, the throat, the strong curve of her jaw, she would have ended up in a filly tangle of limbs with a likely snapped heel among her other little aches and bruises. That itdidcatch her, it must have seemed that the slightest bit more pressure against her skin would have bruised her or marked her as surely as a flaming hot iron could hope to. She was soft and delicate, for all her vivacious presence, in a way that neither Emilia nor Ariana had been exactly. This particular toy got put into the Fragile boxes when it was time to pack her up until they arrived at their new home.Maybe there really was something to be said for the hearty effect a nice big ribeye could have on folks, if his supple little soygirl was any indication.Maybe there was something to be said about the way she didn't act remotely delicately, though.Her expressive face might have pulled a particularly unphotogenic one, her surprise not bordering on so much as sailing right past the point from sultry interest to slapstick comedy for anyone who managed to flashbulb the flailing ginger in the instant between her beingpushedand her being caught, but as soon as shewas caught her relief settled it away with a little gasp of air. Her eyelashes fluttered and her legs flexed, not least reason why being that one of her legs had skidded particularly far forward and away from its partner in a fashion that left her literally trembling from toes to thighs in trying to keep from falling the rest of the way even though itfeltlike he had her by the scruff of the neck.It was all accompanied by a mightythunk and the screech of feedback that came along with her inadvertently dropping the mic. So much for getting to do it on her terms. With any luck, the noise distracted anyone from catching her least elegant looks, as it faded by the time she found herself arching against his chest and knee and having her tip toes put on the spot even more by his positioning in shoes that were absolutelynotdesigned for goingen pointe.Her back twisted into a perfect bow. Her hips curved outward and downward in equal measure. She felt the tremor go from the tip of her to the tip of her, the weight of her own breasts against her rib cage unable to decide if gravity was taking them toward her torso or the stage at her backward angle. One proud row of teeth emerged, twisting against her plush red lip with nearly enough force to make the red go running down her chin.This. Is.It.She didn't scream.It wasalmostdisappointing to at least one or two people in the crowd who had already gotten their fingers and palms ready to witness the repeat of Emilia's wailing pain or Ariana's siren pitch. They had to sheepishly get back to the business of filming, shooting, and typing while the latest acquisition chosenot to serenade them with how much pain the human body could endure when fire was applied to it.Borne of it, bearing it, living it. She wasn't aliteralflame. Redheads, some people said, actually hadlesstolerance for pain, fair complexions even less for heat. Her lip popped out from between her teeth with a ragged, barbed wire sigh of a sound twisting in her throat, hitching and squirming not unlike a young actress hitched and squirming against the buck bringing her to bit with one hand at her throat.Madelaine saw colors she wasn't sure she'd ever seen before. She felt simultaneously so loose her body was an afterthought to the experience of her soul, and so tight that each and every fiber in her muscles was known to her. She sucked in a breath and let out another one ontwo. And another one just beforethree.There were tears shining in her eyes, artfully adorning the length of her lashes before spilling down her cheeks, but they didn't look like anything less than tears ofjoy. She hadn't slipped and fallen yet, and hadn't twisted out of his sturdy grip. Her slender hands came up viper quick as soon as she'd processed the realization that she was beingheldand would not be let go, and with both of them, she grabbed hold of the shaft ofla touche finaleand wrapped them around one another.And pushed.Felt her hands addthatmuch more pressure to the top of her breast. Felt her hands push itthatmuch closer to her heart. Felthishand, an extension of the tool, making sure it didn't move so much as a hair in any direction he didn't want it to lest she be marred rather than marked.Three and a half.Her thumbs caressed the branding iron like a lover, around the same moment that in the absence of any sound save for her stilted, sucked in and forced out little breaths and pants, the entire gathered press corps could realize that for the first time they could reallyhearwhat it sounded like when a young woman had her freedom burned away.Not that far away from that aforementioned ribeye hitting the grill, really. But if there was any irony to be had in the pretty little vegan ending up branded like the grass fed pet she was, it wasn't in her body language or her expression. There wasrapturethere, rapture in the moment, rapture in the understanding of what it meant.And rapture in thepain.Five.Her skin, so white, bore a brand more black than any other, for while Madelaine might not have denied him the pleasure nor duty, nor the intersection in between, ofclaimingher as his very own she did not let him extricate herself from the choice she had madequiteso easily as the others did. It wasn't even a vicious streak of masochism bubbling to the surface out of a girl who had never been the sort who turned to certain frown worthy techniques forfeelingsomething that made her branding linger on for a crucial second more. It was that in the seconds between grabbing the iron and Jeffrey pulling it from her, she had nearly forgotten that she was holding it at all. She was in another place entirely, anchored and locked andsearedto the stage and yet feeling somewherebeyond the breathy race of oxytocin following a young woman's fancy to make a mess of her sheets in the privacy of her own bedroom. It was a hyperbole to say that some things were better than sex. Sometimes.It might not have beenbetter. But she could only do itonce, and that was its own kind of special.She was giggling before he even finished whispering into her ear, the iron having not even finished its haphazard roll of the both of them managing to drop it back down to the stage. It was a sound as pure as a ringing bell, giddy with a lack of things to say, and joyous with things felt. Shesuckedin air through her teeth in a low, lingering hiss, her eyes a pool of tears, but though her shuddering breath came out louder it was only joined by another soft peal of laughter rather thangratitude oradoration. In its own way, her giggles were both of those things, like she'd won a bet against herself. Not that she could keep herself better composed than her compatriots, because that would have been putting herselfagainstthem, like those in the press were bound to continue doing. Again, not a good god damn to give. Her hands didn't have the iron to clutch, but for all her thrill at making himnearlysweat she didn't palm at him in the hungry way hisgirldid, or cling to him with the comforting submission of hislady. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting herself give way entirely to gravity and his own support. She was milk poured into a vessel, and was only as sturdy as what held her. In her sweet, teary, shuddering delight, she found release no less potent than Ariana's had been and confirmation no less powerful than Emilia's. She'd never have this exact series of feelings again. And that was tragic. And that was beautiful.She spilled, and there was no use crying for it. A splay of curve, limb, and hair in duochromatic bliss of red and white beneath his masculine hover, catching her breath as the hard wood caught her. She had stood as tall as she could, but this too felt just as right as maintaining the tightrope balance of being a young woman in Hollywood, maintaining her self image and her physical image while still maintaining a down to earth approachability to fans online of being gorgeous, but not an object of envy or scorn or shame to young women who looked up to her. Of being a stone cold bitch in her best known persona, and being an energetic, sometimes silly, sometimes manic, sometimes preachyperson in her real life. Being a sexual creature without being a maligned harlot. Letting herself be held, presenting herself for his approval, feeling joy and pain alike for him, it wasmore than she'd imagined it to be. And she had been imagining it quite a bit for the past few weeks. She leaned into his kisses without quite catching them. She just basked in them, searing them as surely as his initials over her heart. And when she seemed ready to let him go, she reached behind herself again, to catch him by the neck and give him a beaming, toothy smile. Her voice might have twisted itself into nothing in lieu of addinganotherpair of glasses to his itemized receipt for this ongoing charade for the press, but she found it through her giddy tears. "Iama good girl," she told him, sincerely, sweetly. "But I'm really good at pretending otherwise," she promised with no less sincerity.That ought to have been the button on which she allowed him back his verticality, but just as she hadn't let go of the iron, her fingers curledsharply as he began to lean up and her wrist almost considered getting back down to the rest of her. Her grip pulsed, holding him there just a moment longer. "And I'm going to love you so deeply," she promised to the both of them, and only then relinquished him.Spitfire masochistic fucktoy on one hand, sweetly giddy romantic on the other? Well, some people didalsolike to claim all redheads were mercurial and tempestuous. But Maddie wasn't all redheads. She was, in the parlance so favored by all of them,His redhead.She wascherishingthe ongoing pain of her scorched flesh, every bit as much as she was cherishing the slowly fading warmth of his kisses and his touches. She didn't shy away from letting her arm brush up against her breast as she squirmed her legs the littlest bit, finally close enough to unstrap her heels and slip out of them. She left them neatly upright, standing without her, and placed each of her earrings atop one. Pin point up. Just in case anyone got any ideas of walking out in them. She put her ring directly between them, and then turned, lingering in the arch and motion of her elbows and knees like a cat who wasn'tquite ready to stretch and wasn'tquiteready to nap. But there was still something leonine in the fall of her crimson mane around her cheeks, her dark eyelashes seeming all the more prowling from that vantage even with her mascara outlining where her tears had followed. Madelaine was so at home on her ridiculous heels, it was little wonder that she was just as at home crawling on all fours or maybe she just wanted to make himsweat a little again.But she couldn't quite wipe the smile off of her face when she got up next to Emilia, sandwiching the gorgeous brunette between herself and Ariana plaything and lover, lioness and pussycat. And anything and everything in between. She settled onto her knees, her backside fitted neatly against her calves, and then followed that up with her hands around her ankles. Her slender fitness certainly contrasted with Emilia's more traditionally feminine curves, but with both of thempresenting side by side .. well, there was going to be another cottage industry in folks online arguing about cup sizes and who's were bigger without literally a single thought of nuance to the fact that perspective, angle, and which one of them was breathing in or out at any given time had a lot to do with it! And of course, Ariana was just happy to be there.Very happy, judging from the occasional squirms she was still giving like she still wanted dessert after a five star meal.Still, in their attempts to be relatively still and perform their task of showcasing Jeffrey's conquest of .. well,them, it was still a bit easy to get distracted. And theydid, just a little, when the audience followed up Maddie's settling in not with the polite, pregnant silence that preceded Mr. Tremonti's next and presumably final introduction, but with a few murmurs and gasps and then alotof digital camera whirring. After all, he hadn't made any introductions.Maybe he just didn't need to.There was no attention grabbing clicking of heels, no working of the crowd, no diving into a speech after all, Jeffrey had only just bent down to recover the dropped microphone and brought himself back up again when the four on stage were joined by a fifth. And with no announcement from the master of ceremonies, there was some understandable confusion in the crowd as to whether or not she was the last of the known quantities, or if someone had just decided to crash the party.If it was unplanned, then she had nonetheless dressed the part. While most turned their heads naturally to see who had arrived beneath the stage lights, she would have turned them soon enough. Draped in silk, she was nothing so much as an Aphrodite in voluminous skirts, pleats and folds ending and beginning with ripples around her legs that showed not an inch of skin as they pooled and dragged against the wood of the stage, her Grecian straps missing only a curl of olive leaves to complete the illusion of a goddess stepping down from Olympus. But in the play of silk and cloth around her legs, bunching and twisting and smoothing out like a river in motion, there was amarginallysturdier sewing to the bustier of the dress. There simply had to be.And ifGreek Goddess was what the dress was going for, the hair and make up was entirelyHollywood. Another sort of myth entirely, told on high for a century or more, her gold was tamed with pins and jewels that glittered in the stage lights but calmed with nothing more than the ancient techniques, combed and styled until the line between old pictures and old stories was inexorably blurred.It was astatement, entirely about the way Los Angeles treated its brightest with the same reverence and worship as the legends of old, and about howheof all people thought he had the right to simply re tell and re write and re shoot their stories however he liked, until his were the versions that went down in history.There had been threestatementsstripped to nothing and left burning with his ownership.Her very existence on the stage seemed to be designed to be a challenge, to the tempo of his show, to the idea that each of these women were going to come here to play ball, to the very integrity of even well tailored silk when it was no doubt intentionally well tailored to be at leastsomewhatinadequate ..Her fingertips found his wrist, delicate as they slid beneath and touched the heel of his palm, lingeringjustlong enough to either appreciably mimic his tactile way of approaching the others or justlongenough to gently mock him for the clear pleasure and control he got in doing so, to lift the microphone in his hand up to her lips painted neither searingly red nor girlishly pink nor glossily nude, but justenough and give him a patient smile. "I think we're all dying to know how much you paid for a prize likeher," she gently prompted, as though she had been here all along to play the dutiful assistant keeping the show going on, her admiration sounding as real for Madelaine's performance as if she had given voice to everyone who might have briefly knitted their brows over a "mere" TV actress following up after Ariana only to find her every bit as arresting in her final, first submission.Scarlett Johanssontook one step back, letting her fingertips fall away from his wrist with warm fondness but none of the lingeringneed that accompanied hisbrandedbeauties after their confirmations.She was her own woman after all, and something in the practiced, perfect politeness of her paparazzi smile suggested that tonightwasn'tguaranteed to change that. The iron bite of the red hot brand brought with it certain revelations. It took someone far from their center, such an overwhelming sensation, stripping away anyacts,public or privately crafted and displayed. It had stripped each of the women on that stage of their defenses, like wood to be reclaimed, allowing their very base beauty to be seen without all its defense mechanisms, without its professional or even haughty fa ade, so that what was there, the tenderness and vulnerability, could be built upon anew, built into something reminiscent yet different than before, enriched in its new form for having once existed in its previous, and for having gone through such a change.To see each thus far in that delicate, trusting moment that followed her branding Emilia, Ariana, and now Madelaine too Jeffrey could not help a private swell in his heart, a seed of closeness and intimacy and perhaps even love being planted, with the promise of time enough to grow once this was all a fun memory to their new family together. To see Madelaine in that way, now, stripped to her barest form, and all the sweeter for it, the public demeanor temporarily pulled back and simple tenderness toward him remaining, it did much to instill that warmth. And even if he did not spend time with each of these young women now overly long, he did take his time with each, clearly, hoping they, too, would see that same promise of future warmth from him, while he was tasked with keeping things moving forward on track for the time being.But whether it was through simple luck, or, he had a feeling, more likely the saucy ginger'simpossiblyincorrigible ways, Jeffrey did catch a perfectly angled glimpse of that delicate pale femininity, only lightly framed at this angle by her unapologetic curls of red. He saw, and he paused, enjoying the sight until she turned away and took her place beside her two new siblings, his hand only then remembering he was bent for a reason, and plucked the microphone from its place upon the stage.Yet he hadn't even stood, remaining in that bent forward position, the most delicious gluten free thing in existence crawling out of sight, when replacing her in his view was the gentle stride of someone who, at first glance, had ascended past the idea of being aprincessor aqueen someone whose entireaurabespoke ofgoddess.He stood, Jeffrey, slowly, eyeing up the full length of the flowing white dress first, the ample spill of bosomeverywheresecond, and finally, a set of blue eyes framed with stunning blonde hair third. When Scarlett approached, he remained, curiously allowing this next moment to happen as it would, while meanwhile making the mental note to be placed at the back of his mind with a stickied back thatsomeof his newest acquirements might need a tad morecorrective encouragementthan the others.But for now he allowed it. He allowed Scarlett to reach him, walking across the stage. He allowed her to take hold of his hand, much in the way he'd done with each of the three ladies prior. He allowed her to lift it, and the microphone, telling himself this was all happening within his control, much as likely she was convincing herself much of the same, albeit the opposite way around. And he allowed the blonde to look into his eyes and ask him a publicly stated question through the mic that would see his expression toward her fade from a warm, taken pleasure to something notably less. Something of a frown. Something of a sail, without its wind. ...And yet, the question lingered. And yet he had to answer it. And yet if he didn't, if he waited even precious seconds to pull off the band aid, it would highlight it even more so and he knew that, and he knew Scarlett knew that, and he knew she knew what the answer was going to be.That the sizzling redhead, that the slave girl FKA Madelaine Petsch, had not been publicly thought of on the same alphabetical list as the rest of the girls there today.But with the deal officially sealed, they were not only all on equal ground now, but they were all his charges. Not just to enjoy, or to train, or even to cherish, but also toprotect,to shield them from any slings, or arrows, or in this moment, even fromshade."One hundred twenty six million," he said, calmly, into the microphone, blue eyes set upon blue eyes. The offer for each 'level' of celebrity had been quite public, so it was only a matter of quick napkin math to determine that Madelaine had been deemed a B List celeb, thus earning onlyhalfthe charity of her co slaves there she knelt alongside with, combined with a net worth of her assets that was still only a fledgling amount in terms of what someone in the public eye was thought to have. By no means were such numbers an unimpressive amount, even but in comparison? He was well aware the question had been asked as a dick measuring competition, which firstly was unnecessary in the public eye, and secondly, neither of the ladies should technically have even been equipped for."Donated to the aforementioned non profit Environmental Media Association." There was a temporary pause. The microphone, in that time, didn't leave its place at his lips. "...And asecondone hundred twenty five million that is to be split between schools around the country, to fund a series of field trips and local programs for their students that can help increase awareness and, hopefully, ignite interest in a whole generation to the green values central to the EMA's mission." He turned to the crowd, smiling, "I mean, if I'm going to turn Captain Planet over there into my 'happy little fucktoy,' it's only right that I try to inspire a Planeteer or two to eventually take her place, right?"That got a good laugh from the crowd.Jeffrey continued smiling toward them. And flicked the microphone to 'off' for now. And held it at his left side, with his left hand, so when he slightly adjusted his stance, which seemed no more out of place than one merely shifting their weight, he brought his free hand over, his right, to not merely tease Scarlett with a touch, but rather the fingers of his right hand slipped around hers of her left, and there he held her by the hand, clasped together."You do realize you're 'worth' more than any of them, right? In terms of total dollar amount, your net worth combined with your celebrity status?" Still smiling, Jeffrey half turned his head to her, remaining at an angle. From this distance there was no threat of the crowd hearing them they'd see the moving lips, but this was something just for he and her. "You're the star ofeverythingfor the past however many years, and, even in theirdreams,are a woman that men know is out of their league. You've the breasts of perhaps your three predecessorscombined.And if Zeus commanded Prometheus to mold him the most perfect beauty out of clay only to tell him, no,moreperfect, try again only to tell him,no, more perfect, try again that final result would uncannily be you. So..." A thumb caressed against the back of Scarlett's palm. His tone became gentle. "Please. Play nice? You havenothingto prove. ...Let us meetyou."Hopefully, he thought, that would diffuse any forthcoming cattiness, any posturing. Madelaine's 'worth,' a remnant of the time she'd spent as Madelaine Petsch, was something he'd planned to introduce to the crowd in a slightly more delicate way. The addendum of a second donation, one that at least brought her up toward the ballpark of her side by side compatriots, was an impulse that would hopefully offer more succor than a visceral throwing himself upon her as if some sort of human shield."I would shower you with the same bottomless care, so please. Be nice to my girls. If Zeus sees fit to continue my blessings this day, then maybe his 'complete perfection' will join them." He raised Scarlett's hand, planting a slow, sweet kiss to her fingers, continued eye contact holding the moment. Then a second kiss, just as simple, just as tender. His hand lowered, releasing hers from its grip. The other came up, switching the microphone back 'on' and pressing it to Scarlett's softer palm, before sandwiching her hand inbetween two of his own. When he pulled back more fully a second later, stepping back and away, he left it with her, so her moment could begin in earnest.But not yet. Almost, almost. He stepped to the back of the stage, where four small tables had been set up in a line, each with their oversized check and the scroll which each woman had thus far inscribed her will to no longer have a will of her own. On three tables the parchments had been signed. On two the checks had been revealed. With the same whipping flourish as before Jeffrey pulled the black cloth off the one that had been Madelaine's, revealing the initial 126m sum to the crowd, made out to what had been her former organization, and moved on to what would be Scarlett's table, if the blonde so wished it. Even with his eleventh hour 'always planned' addition bringing Madelaine's charitable earnings to 256m, Emilia's was notably ahead still at 263m, Ariana'swayahead of each at 330m... And the next reveal, his hands pulling the soft black sheet aside, outpaced them all, at 390m.One billion, two hundred thirty nine million dollars, in total charity between them all.Jeffrey reclaimed his spot at the podium, smiled, and said simply into the two remaining microphones there, "Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Scarlett Johansson." Turning to her, "Should she decide she wishes to be thegrand finale,that which is not aperiod,but anexclamation pointat the end of today's sentence, I will allow her to be the one to tell you about the charity she has decided upon, to the sum ofthree hundred ninety million." Did she think she hadn't been prepared for this? There was no longer any hiding it from the crowd, had they not been listening nor paying any particular attention to the Checkovs adorning the stage, but they'd met the fourth and final participant for the day. She was just out of sync with the others, just astride the rhythm that had already been set, but whether or not she was to be a discordant earsore upon a symphony that had been steadily building or the memorable trilling of a new sound bringing it altogether at last was stillentirelyup in the air. But up until this moment, for hours beforehand, she had been backstage. In the dressing room with Miss Petsch, Miss Grande, Miss Clarke, three names that no longer existed in any legal or important sense. In the time they had spent together they had gotten to know one another in some ways better than Jeffrey knew any of them right at this very moment, and yet the afternoon had not entirely stripped them of being strangers nearly so irrevocably as they had been stripped of clothing and artifice by submission and fire. Madeline hadn'tdislikedScarlett when they'd been helping one another with their make up and idly wondering about what exactly this press conference was going to be in reality rather than the building myth and outrage that had hurtled it into existence. But nor had she fully embraced her the same way she had Ariana there had beenmuchgushing andmuchresultant pleased humility in that pairing, it could be admitted or even found commiseration with Emilia in long shooting weeks and admissions of accent jealousy.Standoffishwasn't quite right. But it was clear that Miss Johansson had been keeping her cards as tightly to her chest as her current ensemble. She didn't seem like she thought she wasbetterthan they were in any way, and she was friendly and polite, but as they had grown increasingly comfortable just talking to one another and running through theoretical possibilities of what was yet to come while they assembled their wardrobes and helped one another with their hair, her ice hadn't thawed quite so much.Emilia, Ariana, and Madelaine were none of them surprised, because it had been obvious from the very first moment that Scarlett wasn't sure if she was going to go through with this. And backstage, Ariana had been the most ready to talk to her about her concerns and fears and potential reasons for going through with this or not, because the littlest of their quartet actually took to the others like a natural gadfly in a way that was honestly a bit surprising given the apparently exaggerated rumors of her diva esque existence. But even if they had opened up to one another more than either of the others with the blonde mega star, Scarlett had still been theodd woman outin their otherwise even numbers. Just a bit. Just a smidge. But it was there.So ofcourseMadelaine had been prepared for her to complain about sharing the stage with aB lister. She had known from minute one that she was in a slightly different league than the rest, and in that way, she and Emilia shared a particular bond the brunette having come here entirely apart from her celebrity torejectwho she was and who she had been, and for once and all, be her own by being owned of not kneeling on this stage withany care for what the world would have to say of them moving forward. Ariana might have not truly made up her minduntil she signed, but she had certainly seemed like she could go either way, and that ..that was what had setherapart from them.His curious expression seemed to have found awrong note struck in this ongoing opera in the pregnant pause between Scarlett's question and his answer, and yet there was nothing smug at all in the way she watched him with an ingenue's gaze never fading. This was his concerto. It was up to him to put each and every note on the page, to keep every chair in time, and to improvise theinstantsomething went wrong. Everyone who signed that contract wasliterallyputting their lives into this man's hands, and thirty seconds or thirty minutes going by was not adequate time to know just what kind of a decision that actually was.She was the one who questioned the entire endeavor.Shewas the one who had literally nothing to lose and everything to gain from this encounter, now that her other half a mind in these precedings had madeherdecision and finger fucked herself in celebration afterward. Madelaine, this was arguably a step up for her. Emilia's rocky career made it something of a toss up, didn't it? Ariana was on top of the world, and so she chose to be on the bottom ofthisworld entirely of her own free will, with no coercion of money or comfort that he could offer truly having anything to sway her. Scarlett didn't think herselfarrogantfor knowing that she was in the same boat. She simply knew her worth, just as Madelaine knew hers. And the question thatall of them ought to have been asking was whether or not Jeffrey Tremonti knew what their worth really was.Was it a micro aggression, dear millenial, to simply force him to say what he had built this charade atop of in the first place, that their famewas their worth in a certain fashion? Because some people, after today, would argue that none of them had proved their absolute desire to participatemorethan Madelaine had , and yet she was going to be judged as worth less by the standards he himself had decided upon. Maddie's shoulders might have tensed a little, enough so that Emilia pushed a hand over the slender curve of her thigh in comfort, but Scarlett wasn't watching them. She was watchinghim.He was quicker than she'd anticipated, she would absolutely give him that. Just like that, he performed a classic donor match for the girl who had teased Emilia about looking as though she would have twisted herself into a pretzel of joy to be told she could have been allowed to serve for nothing at all. For the redhead who had been teasing in that classic way where projecting one's own faults on another was a winning diversion shewouldhave done everything precisely the same now given a second opportunity where there was a goose egg scrawled on that check. She believed in the good a multi billionaire's money could do she also believed that no part of this was trulysellingherself or her worldly assets so much as that was a bonus of making a rich man's dick feel so good he temporarily forgot that he wasn't supposed to spend quite that frivolously. And that, almost as much as the way she had all but appeared on stage from stories of olds, was what was making her bristle at the blonde to her back. This wasn't puttin' on the ritz, puttin' on a show, puttin' herself out there. She wastesting him, in more turns of that phrase than one.Her hand was soft and warm andtangibleagainst his, and she clasped his fingers with the ease of a long held lover. While Madelaine might have been a bittaken abackby Scarlett's pointed interruption leading to Jeffrey's unexpected generosity, she took it, and him, in stride."Those are lovely sentiments," said the honey bourbon rasp of silk on flesh, her voice a purr without seduction, the matter of fact tactile nature of her very tone making each word sound like a private little nothing whispered into his ear from the pillow, "but you're wrong about not having anything to prove."Her hand turned after his second kiss, the gracious elegance of an upturned palm accepting an unspoken invitation to dance. And dance her fingers did, just under the bottom of his chin. Not unkindly. Not without affection. Not without the tiniest touch of condescension. She might have looked upon him as though consideringhim kneeling at her feet, for all that he still would have towered from such a position compared to her. Any illusion of her mind whirling away at what the tables might have been, artfully turned, was revealed for the hoax that is was with the curl of her smile. There was no giddy irony like Maddie's sweet smile at his admitting to his perspiratious inclinations, no teasing promise of a flash just for him, no utter joy at the getting to give. She smiled because she had so much to prove, in a way that had nothing to do with films or spotlights. To him, to the world, to herself. It wasn't cruelty or cattiness or competition of dick size that was driving her, and if it was ego, it wasn't borne of petty minded arrogance. She wanted him to sweat, yes. This had beentoo easy for him, ever since Ariana had realized in front of the world it was what she truly wanted. And sometimes it was nice to get everything you wanted, just when you wanted it, just how you wanted it.But he was going to havedecadesof that, no matter what she decided today."That's nearly a billion dollars just for these three women," Scarlett said into the microphone with an astonished poise, genuinely taken aback by the number amounts they had just seen in the way her eyes widened imperceptibly, her posture put herself on the back foot, and her smile turned itself to the crowd.Only the nectar in her boozy voice had given way to the splash of something undeniably fruit forward, the sweet and palatable crowd pleaser of a drink that sold by volume rather than got sipped by a connoisseur lingering on every note. That pillow talk murmur had beenScarlett's and with the stage truly now upon her, the voice that emerged was Scarlett's. The actress. The star. Approachably unattainable, just one of the girls, occasionally stoned on the red carpet, elegant enough to cut oneself on, self aware enough to joke around with, anything to everyone who wanted her to be anything.Movie Starswere an increasingly rare phenomenon, a devious cocktail of charisma and everywoman nature that mingled with absolute savvy about one's self image and self worth. No one, love her or hate her, could deny that it was exactly what she was, what she excelled at. She sold projects on her name alone, and took projects that would never exist without that same name. If one were to calculate her net worth, even at her stardom it would likely never reach the number on the check that Mr. Tremonti unfurled to put his ownperiodon the statement she had made at Madelaine's potential expense. No one could argue he wasn't opening his walletwideto get what he wanted. And while she delicately performed a well practiced applause even with mic in hand, her astonishment at the number certainly wasn't why she was there.The crowd was, metaphorically and literally, going wild with the assumption they were going to get what had already been given to them thricefold. A foregone conclusion."Wow. Just ..wow," she breathed, and not a wrong note to go with it. The harmony had returned. Even Madelaine's tension had abated, a bit, though she certainly didn't think his generosity had been plannedbefore the blonde had pressed it. Was she glad of that, or frustrated by it? She wasn't entirely sure. "And over a third, all over again, just forme," she reminded the crowd in case the impact of numbers that large had somehow gotten dulled down by their repetition. More money than any of them would ever see in their life, apiece. They could win the lottery and not afford evenone of the slavegirls kneeling on the stage right now . "It's true that I could talk to my financial adviser, tally up my net worth, and donate every cent to Oxfam tomorrow without so much as a roof over my head to show for it, but I have a very good feeling that I'd barely scratch the surface ofthatlevel of generosity," she admitted, perfectly Vanna ing all four checks in one sweep of her hand.She paused, hoping to let that sink in to everyone, but then she was smiling at Jeffrey again. Its very kindness was a mystery, for how strong she was coming on she didn'tseem like she was trying to think of a way to sabotage this entire endeavor. And she looked at him as though the entire rest of the world had truly fallen away or perhaps as if she could never forget the world even beyond the walls of the auditorium."I want to tell you a little about myself, but there's nothing the entertainment industry hates more than chicks blabbing endlessly, and you've had three of us already doing just that, right?" she asked, her smile becoming a self reflective cha grin. "Do you think we could take just a minute instead for you to tell us something about yourself, Mr. Tremonti? I know I don't just speak for myself when I say we're very interested to know more about the sort of man who could think up all of this."She could have been referring to the press, of course, but there was no question in her smile and never wavering gaze, an ocean come to crash down upon him, that she was speaking for those who had been hidden away in wardrobe without so much as a chance to even shake his hand before they walked out onto the stage. Madelaine knew him better than Ariana knew him better than Emilia. They had each merely had longer to observe him. By that token, Scarlett must have known him best of all, even when she knew him not at all.Emilia's calves were beginning to fall asleep and her knees were beginning to ache.So were Madelaine's, which just made her want to boggle slightly at how long the brunette had been kneeling compared to she and Ari without so much as a single whimper of complaint on the hardwood stage.But the blonde, she still had plenty of time free of kneeling aches and soreness brought about by too perfect posture in the face of the world. And if Jeffrey had enough time to spend the rest of his life with them, she figured he had enough time for an impromptu little interview too. And to think, she might have asked him something else entirely, taken an entirely different tactic, if only he hadn't all but pleaded without giving any ground in his moment of control to let them meether, as though the irony of how a man as rich as he being able to be literally anyone he wanted to be at any moment in time might have been lost on them. Well, she didn't like that. She wanted toknow him. And she had nothing to prove.What madehimso special that he could literallybuypeople?That was something he might not haveneededto prove, but it was still worth proving. It was still worthimpressing.And that was where Scarlett's smile finally became familiar, the cautious date across the tablecloth, the wine freshly poured.So tell me a little about yourself.There were so many first dates that were more accurately namedonlydates, and most people didn't need to plead their case for why a second one ought to have been around the corner in front of the watching world. But then again, most of them didn't end with someone's initials getting burned into their skin and soul either."Don't you just wish we knew about what was smoke and mirrors and what was real?" "Well, yeah, but, I don't think that's exactly part of the yes or no question here."Miss Johansson was absolutely playing nice. She was giving the voice to the question that had gone unasked by the other three, whether due to their nerves or their own determination, that they all certainly wanted to know the answer to. In his reckoning, that answer seemed to be predicated upon their acceptancefirst. But women who reached the ranks she and The Artists Formerly Known As Ari did were a little more used to the world bending to whattheywanted, and there was a unanimity in what all four women on the stage wanted."Whois Jeffrey Tremonti?" Scarlett was a talker, that much was clear. Maybe or maybe not aspeech giver,but what she had shown thus far was the grace of a dancer, the deftness of a thief, traipsing nimbly around the conversation at hand to create what she wanted out of each moment as gracefully as possible. She'd do well at the negotiating table, Jeffrey knew with a smile, watching the blue eyed blonde from his place at the podium as she spoke to him, yet spoke to them all, microphone in hand. It was the beauty that drew you in first, on a level men ached for and women, if they weren't of the persuasion to ache for it publicly or privately, would first resent, then turn around and admire soon after. She had a voice, indeed, like the smoothest bourbon, and gave it in amounts that left you wanting more. Most importantly, eye contact. She knew that part, it was clear. It made for a very disarming package that, for a moment, he chuckled privately to himself, recalling a scene in his mind's eye of a certain Black Widow interrogating her Asgardian God captive Loki, allowing a man of such a tier of power to go on considering as if he held all the cards, until she turned around and revealed to him the only card that mattered.One that shown a live mic, and the ability to walk away."That's a very fair request," said to everyone, but primarily to her. Even if he was speaking toward a podium with two microphones dedicated to picking up every sound, his body turned to the crowd, his head was turned to her, as was the smile. "It's a one sided conversation that, honestly, I had already planned to have today, but I was thinking morelater,more when it was just myself and those that wished to join me, where I could talk and they could ask whatever questions they wanted. Something private, something intimate. But...I guess this works too?" He chuckled, then looked to the crowd. "Though, please don't go expecting me to strip my clothes off, brand my own initials on my chest and then masturbate to it." A round of amusement from the crowd. "I mean, I'm into some kinky stuff, clearly, if a press conference like this is how I spend my afternoons," holding pause at another wave of light laughter for those present, "but I don't thinkanyof us are quite ready forthat."His smile maintained. A few seconds passed, letting the amusement die down, and he took a breath, looked down a moment, and began, "Jeffrey Tremonti...is kind of pathetic, really, if we can be brutally honest with one another. He's worked hard enough to buy everything in the room, yet lacks something that poorer men often seem to have in spades. And it eats at him, daily." He looked to his shoulder, to Scarlett again, his tone notably different than before, "If we can be candid together, I don't know that he's the one to follow, much in the way that we'reallimperfect creatures, desperately searching for the other half of ourselves that's been achingly missing all this time."He turned back to the crowd, but kept his gaze downward now, at the podium itself. There was a pregnant pause, enough perhaps for twins, as he searched for words to come to him. "Have you ever gotten to...like...meet your parents? Like, not your future in laws, after dating someone for seven months. I mean your own, the ones you're supposed to grow up with. Mine were a shame. They were workaholics. They weren't bad people, but they were morerobotthanperson,when I try to recall some childhood memories. Dad was a neuroscientist. Mom was an engineer, at a time where women typically didn't dedicate themselves to that line of work. They werebothdedicated. They both worked hard, right, and that's what matters? Success? Except, it can't be. For that to be the single most important thing to us, it would be mad. But I didn't grow up understanding that. I grew up understanding I'd see them very briefly in the mornings, then there was a nanny, then there were private tutors, then I'd eventually go to sleep and they'd get home after, and that was generally my day.""Each worked seven days a week, most likely because working eight wasn't mathematically available." His voice held alright, but his body language as he spoke was riddled with little tells. Rather than stand up straight, both hands had come to hold the sides of the podium as he leaned forward against it slightly, fingers wrapped around its clear frame, moving against the clear glass absentmindedly. "I grew up home schooled so there really wasn't an interaction with others my age, no real childhood in that sense. No siblings. I grew up in this drab bubble, where...where I didn't know any better, that this wasn't the way things were supposed to be. I grew up thinking you weresupposedto push that hard to excel, that that's just what adultsdid,and that's how you got ahead of everyone else that was willing to workalmostas hard as you, foralmostas long, butnot quite.And that's not really wrong, is it? If you want something that bad, to push for it that hard. But where does it end?""If you're a hard worker, milestones can be like a drug. They're like a high. You hit one, then if you keep going you know you'll hit the next, then you've got a taste for it, you know you can reach that next one if you just keep on keepin' on, not really thinking what you're trading away in the meantime. That's what it's like to be a workaholic. ...I know about it, first hand. I mean, you don't walk into an empty sandbox one day and justcreatesomething that's grown to the level of Innovation Inc.withoutbeing like that, right? So their having no real presence in my life, that was the weird fertilizer that got packed around the sapling that was my young mind, nurturing it. In the brief time I got to spend with my parents, I wanted to be like them, right? Because of course their child did. So I applied myself, searching for that elusive pat on the head, or to at least be closer to them by walking in their steps. And the worst part is, it worked. Again, like a drug, right? Little milestones. Before long I excelled at stuff at my own age level, then it was courses a year beyond me. Then it was three years ahead. Then four. Then six. I was reading the works of 'the bard' by nine, doing trigonometry by nine and a half.""Graduating with honors had never been a question, nor was getting into Yale my first real public experience. But I wasn'tmeyet then, right? The guy that can come out, control a crowd, pomp and circumstance and all that... I stuck out like a sore thumb in the manner that I didn't stick out at all. I blended in. Was quiet. Was shy. Didn't know how to really make friends. So I just plugged away at my books, content in being the'Who was that guy?'in the yearbook for people, years on. If someone talked to me in the library I didn't know how to handle it. Even mid conversation my mind was considering other spots to sit going forward that would just allow me to study, where I could keep focusing on things like science and math, and later I majored in business, thinking how I was going to be like my parents and one day turn all thatinto something. Because that was the goal, right?""By my mid twenties I was past college and my company had been born we were still a few years shy of you ever hearing about us, but I was looking at ways to improve all sorts of little things in many different aspects of our daily lives, creating that simple, straightforward answer, patenting it, and using the money from that to build the next project, and then the next project... Mom was gone at that point, cancer took her toward the end of my schooling. Dad fell asleep at the wheel somewhere after my second invention really started creating a buzz in the medical world. It may not be as cool asTony Stark'sorigins," he smirked, "but it left me one course to travel, and so I did it. The rest, after that, is pretty much public. That's the private life that pretty much started me off. Like aMr.Stark,or some of my more real counterparts, aMr.Muskor aMr.Bezos,I was able to create a series of things that struck a chord, that brought in pyramids of profit that investors couldn't race fast enough to be a part of, and apparently I had this Midas Touch where the more I poured myself into it, the more and more and more we grew. Remember, little milestones, right? Lots of them, each one a high. Calendars were nothing to me, how long I was going at it, other than to keep track of meetings, release dates... That's just the life that I knew.""We're all human though, right? We all crave certain things? Sometimes it's a favorite food. Other times it's more carnal, it's more about lust. Sometimes it's just about companionship. But at that point, I was no longer the awkward kid who quietly dodged frat parties at Yale to hit up another lecture, downing coffee even late at night so I'd be alert enough to soak everything in. At that point I was forced to schmooze amidst these business gatherings, these fancy parties where I was my own form of celebrity by the time I was twenty six and being interviewed by Popular Science. Two months later they called me back and gave me the cover. And when things likethatstart, it's all about momentum from there on. All the men want to take you out to fancy salmon dinners, seeing who can find the restaurant with the smallest, fanciest portion. All the women are predetermined to laugh at whatever comes out of your mouth, all the while calculating how quickly they can get in, out, and with a fancy divorce settlement wrapped around their nest egg in a gilded bow.""Thankfully, I was never so blind as to fall for any of that," a light laugh, which others joined in. "But we all want approval, right? We all want to be told how good we are, what we bring to the table, and to bewanted...so when these fake people latched on, to a degree I let it happen. Models, Bunnies, you name it. Two at a time, neither one worth half what someone whoactuallycared about you did. But I was so deep in success, I was already a household name. It made it hard to go on some dating site, or ask some pretty cashier somewhere out on a date. The press was everywhere. They weren't just content with an interview at an event. One time this car kept following me, kept following, kept following for several days straight, wherever I went, and when my security pulled the guy out, the found he had a camera ready and was saying he was just waiting for us to stop and get gas in town so he could give me an impromptu interview for TMZ that night. Another time, I had this favorite place to go out for lunch with a lady friend, and found out that when rumor got out, this other woman had taken a job there as a waitress just so she could attempt to win me over each day purelyabout dollar signs in her eyes, I assure you. Oh, and then there's the cameras that snap unflattering shots of you froma half mile out,even when you're on private property, through a window or such. I remember hearing about Michael Jackson, how he was so famous that he had to hire actors just to exist in public places andleave him alone,so he could have aregular experiencefor that little while.""That's not to say I'm one thousand percent innocent, mathematical improbability aside. I did all those magazines, right? Went to all those parties. Was seen with sunglasses on, a cocktail in each hand, a floozy on each arm all part of a crafted public image, a Mr.No Days Off workaholic that my team advised me would keep regular eyes on my products, keep regular investors, and talent, and most importantly money coming in, and it didn't disappoint. Things ascended to a point where it was like, alright, what do you do with seventeen houses? ...You sell them, and buy an island instead." He smirked. Another round of bemusement. "But seriously, it was fucking lonely as all hell. I was living a life surrounded by people, but drowning in the wrongsortof people, who didn't really care, didn't really know me, or me know them, with no way any longer to find someone who wasrealwithoutforeverworrying myself to sleep that this was just another,more cleverwolf in sheep's clothing than before.""Maybe what I've put together today is a silly, stupid answer to that. Because there's no way any of these women could love me, right? Not truly? Not yet anyway, of course not." He glanced over the backs of each, a brief moment of quiet seeping in. "We've hardly swappedfavorite colors,so no, of course not yet." Jeffrey looked back to the crowd, finally. He adjusted his glasses, smiled soft, took his hands from the podium and stood up straight. "Blue, by the way. Anyway. So I've tried to do the right thing, be a better person over the last several years. I've always ran my company well, I think, but in the last five, six, seven years, wereallyramped up what we do with charities, official charities or just donating to local communities, to the extent of what my stockholders let me get away with. We've given raises and benefits to our employees and their families to where we're now rated the NumberFourcompany in theworldto work for." He turned, smiled to someone off camera, speaking against the mic still, "Sorry, sorry. We're not going for Number One. I know you want slides, Oliver. IknowGoogle has slides instead of elevators. We're not getting slides."Jeffrey turned back to the crowd, laughing along with everyone else. "So I sat down one day, I considered everything I wanted, everything Itrulywanted, if I allowed myself the balls enough to dream. I drew up my Point B in my mind's eye, and how to get there. Simple things like someone to love, a family, and all the time in the world together. Things that I had grown so complacent in life to never having, that I did not realize how hungry I was, until I wasstarving.But, how to get there? The time, that was the easy part. I just had to give up everything I've worked for my whole life, right? Just flip that switch inside 'Off,' albeit easier said than done. Retire early, enjoy the money. But with whom? If I've already reached a point where I can't trust someone I meet to be in it for the right reasons, then what? ...If you've the perfect answer, please, let me know. But what I came up with was the idea ofothercelebrities. That someone like that, they can probably relate..." Jeffrey glanced back over his right shoulder, to Scarlett, allowing eye contact to happen if she so wanted it. "To being alone, even while surrounded by people. To having everything they've worked for, yet nothing that they truly want. To be willing to trade it all away, yet what they want most, is it even available to them?"Back to the crowd, "The 'slavery' thing is just a bit of kinky fun. Guilty." Another round of laughter. "But, I mean, it carries a realfinalityto it, right? Weeds out the jokers? Thefair weather devotees?I thought it might reach out to other lonely souls, that together we might build a life, a family, see where that takes us. And it's all treading new ground untouched powder, after a snowfall. I didn't know to expectfour," he bemused. "I didn't know to expect ten, or one, or nothing at all. So three, with a fourth considering... I believe the term isan embarrassment of riches.We'll disappear from the world for awhile, and see if we can build something special and meaningful to each of us, together."Jeffrey glanced again to the backs of each of his pretty things, knelt in a show of both unending obedience and endless patience. He looked to Emilia, her bare shoulders and chestnut hair dripping downward to a shapely rear set upon her heels, and the swell of her breasts from this sideways angle. He looked to Ariana to her left, her hair more of a deeper brown chocolate, her shape more lithe, more girlish, right down to her 'cute' butt and smaller breasts rather than something like a Scarlett, who was overwhelmingly 'fully grown.' He looked to Madelaine, marriage of the sun and moon, of pale night and blazing fire. "You know," as he looked at each of their backs, "I've never even had a best friend. I mean, I don't even know what that'slike.""So we're each here, everyone on stage today, all stripped to nothing emotionally, some of us figuratively, with bated breath and fingers crossed and trust abounds. Each having travelled a different path to get here, but, I think, wanting to arrive in much the same place. Wanting it bad enough to bet everything. In football, it's called aHail Maryplay. It's something done in desperation, with only a chance of success, because you...you just fuckingachefor what's on the other side of that field, and if that's what you have to do to get it, then so be it, right? Then so be it.""You might fall flat on your face. But you're willing to give up everything me included, I'm going to be signing away my entire company today too just for achanceat what you can see, but can't yet touch, can't yet taste, knowing that if you don't do something drastic, that chance at everythingthat's worth anythingcould very quickly be gone forever." "Fuck!" The immediate, candid disappointment was uttered into the microphone so quickly that it sounded like it had been an accident. There was no glamour, no posturing, just a single raw curse of frustration at seeing one's plan go up in dust before it had even been sprung, and it was joined by a snap of the fingers loud enough to be caught across the auditorium as well.Scarlett's reaction to Jeffrey telling them hewasn'tgoing to get naked and jerk it for them only made a big laugh bigger.As much as she might have been intentionally exuding old school grace and mythological airs, as much as shewasan actress, she was still very much a human being. And to the former, she knew exactly how important it was to remind everyone of the latter. Even her off the cuff amusement and played up frustration with the assumption that his joke might have had the possibility to be reality was staged, but it was staged in the moment. She was quick on her feet. And having not looked away from him when her face lit up with the amusement cradling her "disappointment" in the alternate reality ofwhowas to be branded here today not coming to fruition, finding the line betweenScarlett JohanssonandScarlettproved, well .. impossible.She had plenty of chest to keep her cards close to, as he had pointed out."I'm ready for that!" Madelaine volunteered with a hand in the air, needing no mic to be heard with her chipper enthusiasm. You see what you get, Mr. Tremonti, by focusing on the ones who crave the spotlight? Everyone had something to contribute, and words must be chosen extra carefully! Not that peer pressure was likely to turnanytables here. "I still need a few minutes," was more for the front row, with Ariana's quietly sultry murmur and wave of her own handpantomimingfanning underneath her chin making it clear she wasn't above rolling with the teasing at her expense. Once she'd put on that kind of show, it was going to be difficult for her to exactly retreat into meek shame over what she'd done.Well at least Emilia was still being good and posing rather than giving into the giddiness of the moment, though her deepened smile and onlygentlyrolled eyes said there was no actual tutting to be had over the others letting Miss Johansson threaten to take this press conference off the rails entirely. They'd broken enough boundaries what were a few more?The moment passed, the tittering quieted, and then so did everything else. Scarlett waited, her smile encouraging, patient. But she was not entirely passive, either. In lieu of wine to swirl in a glass or a salad tocarefullycut inside so as to not make a loud scraping of flatware and interrupt a poignant point in a story, she made her way to the checks, the table, the contract. Enough perhaps to make a heart race and eyes watch carefully to seewhatshe was to do over there, but she never bent or took up the quill she would have needed to turn her back to him for that, and she was paying himcloseattention. Every glance in her direction found no drifting eyes that needed to snap back upon being noticed. She was always watching him, smiling when she was "supposed" to, delicately frowning at the less pleasant aspects of a life long lived in the same time they all had on the planet.Celebrity was something of a pressure cooker. You burned brighter and died out faster. It didn't matterwhatgot you there, or where you ended up, because you were going to do it under twice the scrutiny. No one knew that better than those on the stage, save perhaps for others who were not but very wellcouldhave been. Drug addiction, messy divorce, burnout, "the comeback" Maddie might have hit on her status as aliberal elite, but everyone thought they knew what it was like to be famous and had their minds made up on just what celebrity meant. Whether you were an unconscionable monster who got paid far too much for something "anyone could do", another Hollywood floozy using sex appeal until your 18 22 year old replacement came along in two to four years, or a rockstar business person making waves and changing the world, everyone hated you, everyone loved you, and both of those statements seemed to be true at all times.Sometimes you suffered in silence through near death experiences, the world seeing only the smiles and the interviews and the work, knowing that any day thatnearmight no longer be the appropriate descriptor. Every day truly could be the last one, and you lived each one to its fullest, not with the specter of whatcould bebut rather the promise of whatnow was.Sometimes you went so big and public that there was never going to be any possibility of separating the smoke from the mirrors. You put your heart on your sleeve through the work, fictionalizing the real and realizing the fictional, whirlwind romances on the grandest stage consuming all and then burning out to again be used creatively. The greatest disguise for a private persona being to make it seemingly the same as the public one.Sometimes you simply rejected what wasnormalof society and expectations, and worked your ass off to become at least famous enough that you could normalize those rejections in a large enough number of people to make yourselffeelnormal, and cast off what society expected of you and anyone for the construct it had always been.Scarlett didn'tlingernear the table. She ran her fingertips along the feather of the quill, briefly peeked down at the contract that could very well have seen her signature blossom along the bottom of it, but soon moved on. She stepped with care, so as to never overwrite a single syllable of the answer to her question with an errant fall of her heel or creak of a board on the stage. He was doing his best to keep things light and entertaining, but it hadn'tquitebeen enough to keep Ariana from visibly tearing up at one point, struck by something hitting close to home or simply feeling empathetic for the lessglamorousparts of his story, and her glittering eyes and turn of her head to look at him rather than at the crowd was going to be an indelible image shared from the afternoon among the more playfully tawdry wildfire destined to spread. And far from the podium, far from the table, far from the branded women, almost preternaturally finding the point equally far from each of them to make herself an island in the conference, Scarlett came to stop.She waited there as though someone might have chiseled her out of marble, an absolute idealization of the artist's eye, yet implacable and cold no matter how good the artistry might have seemed. She, moreso than even Ariana's considerations, looked as ready to walk toward him as she did off the stage. She was pleasant enough in demeanor and poise, but like those who earned such carvings of them in centuries past, there was never quite shaking the reality that there was a tithe being demanded. The tithe of his story was excellent was it enough? The faces of the others allstruckwith something found resonating within them, captured at different points in his telling, but Miss Johansson's poker face wasnearlyso practiced that any furrowed brow or brief twist of her lips in response could easily have been explained away as idle motion even if any camera snap were quick enough to capture a poignant look in response to giving up everything just to haveanything."Thank you," she said simply at the conclusion. Her smile was quietly radiant. She didn't want to overstep any follow up statements he might have had, letting his words sink in for just long enough that no one would begin to wonderwhat happened next. She lifted the microphone. "I wish that I had anything half so interesting to say of myself. I'm just a a girl from a big city who always wanted to be a star. I achieved that, and I wanted to use my star to shine on other people whenever I could. Acting and philanthropy are my two biggest passions," she said with a wry little twist of her lips, angling her hand briefly toward the theatricality of the revealed checks, "and so here we are. "For almost a decade I maintained a role as an ambassador for Oxfam among many other charitable ventures, and while I would never seek to belittle any of the other organizations I believe in USA Harvest, Soles4Souls, Times Up "She paused for the inevitable laughter and the irony remaining in her smile as she called out the organization that she herself helped to create along so many others expressly for the support of other women and an end to their silent objectification in the entertainment industry, while she stood center stage of three stars who had stripped themselves to nothing and been branded the property of a man."I think that I could choose no other organization to benefit more from a donation in my name" She let him hold his breath for less than a second before she finished that thought "should I join these other brave women today."If for any amount of time today on stage any of the other three had had any semblance of being anornery teaseeven for thebriefestof moments, then it seemed like they had only flirted with something that Miss Johansson embodied down to her very soul. She may as well have had a fishing line that she was letting bob in the water, never quite setting the hook even when the nibbles inevitably arose. "But as we all know, this would be an awfully big change. What everyone alongside me on stage today has committed to is giving upeverything. And that's a little bit frightening," she admitted, the perfectly practiced porcelain of her facade giving way to a moment of true fear in her eyes. The fear of theunknown, of what tomorrow would bring on the wings of choices made today. "What would be easy would be to go back home, to write my own not insignificant check to assuage any guilt from walking away from this offer, and to continue doing what makes me happynow. I'm a little too independent to be the sort of woman to easily slip into being told what to do," she said with a low breath of a laugh, facing the audience, but slipping her eyes to the corner across the stage so that they'd meet with Jeffrey's again."At least, Ithinkso."He already had anembarrassmentof riches, after all. And if she was at all on the fence, well, their overwhelming consent to this entire project was an important piece of the puzzle in keeping it all on the up and up, wasn't it? It might have been disappointing to let her go , but if she wasn't certain that this was what she wanted, mightn't that be for the best? And yet, that's not what the thin curl at the furthest edge of her lips wasquitesaying, or the sidelong look of admission in her uncertainty. In a leap of faith, some people still needed a little push. They even invited it.Some women, even when interest was overwhelmingly clear, still wanted to bepursued. To hear it said out loud. They hadn't met until this moment, but in the end, Emilia, Ariana, and Madelaine had all clearly wanted Jeffrey and the lifestyle he was offering, but Scarlett wasn't quite ready to make that same plunge. Not until she was certain that that was whathewanted.How badly was he going tofucking ache for her when it would be just as easy forhimto walk away with three gorgeous celebrities who had pledged their lives to him? If he wanted to, was willing to just let her go .. then the smartest thing for her probably would just be to go, right? "As the beautiful Miss Johansson said, this is an awfully big change. For everyone involved." Jeffrey cast her a sidelong glance, and let her see him casting it. He looked to her eyes and he smiled, letting that pause in words happen, letting the moment of their locked gaze simply exist. "But there's a favorite quote of mine, for life, but particularly apropos for moments like this 'Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear.'Franklin D. Roosevelt." He looked back to the crowd, their cyclops eyed cameras fixed on the various figures across the stage, but mostly on him at that moment. "Though I hardly need to tell anAvengeraboutcourage," he laughed. They laughed too."But, all joking aside. I can'tmakeher want this." His calm blue eyes looked back to Scarlett's. "Nor would I want to. Else her giving me so precious, so rare and tremendous a gift asherself,in herentirety,would not mean nearly as much. It needs to beherfree will that decides todo awaywithher free will nothing else is good enough, not for how meaningful I want our lives together to be going forward from this. I know that many in the world aren't quite ready to understand something like that, but for those whoare,they understand it heart and soul."At this his gaze traveled over to the kneeling three, to his trio of pretty things already committed and on display. "As exciting as 'right now' is, I already feel myself yearning for it to be a memory. I want to'get to it'already, with each of them...no, not thesex," he laughed. Another round of amusement slipped over the crowd, masterfully keeping the feel light at all times despite the heavy reality of what they were talking about:slavery."That will come,especially with an ass like Maddie's," he snickered, "but that's not my meaning. I want to get to...the intimacy. The closeness. With each. They are no merebaublescollected by a rich man, no mere coins tossed upon a pile ofother coins,with some Tolkein dragon sleeping upon his hoard. They are priceless. Gemstones, each of them. Emilia, mysapphire.Ariana, myemerald.Madelaine...Isupposemyruby.I mean, what elsecouldshe be?" He snickered. Again, more laughter. "And Scarlett," as he looked back to the blonde, allowing a half moment of pause in his words, an appropriate amount of time to give them effect. "If she wishes it. My topaz, a beautiful yellow gold. Crown jewels, all of them."Jeffrey Tremonti looked back to the crowd in attendance, media outlets from all facets, crossing the full political spectrum, even the comedy politics crowd. "Being this close to it, right on the cusp, I'll say it, because you can't hold a press conference likethisand have a problem being direct," he snickered. Looking to the statuesque actress off to his right once more, "I want you, Scarlett. To join me. To join us. To be part of our family. But more than any of that, what I want is for your decision, whatever it be, to be true. True to you. True to you inside. In the moments where everyone watched me hold each of these other women and whisper something just between ourselves, these are the sorts of things I said to them to search yourself inside, in hope some part of you truly yearns for this...and if you don't, then don't sign. But I hope that you do. Most of all, I hope you do because you know it'll awaken, or fulfill, or enrich some part of you that needs this."He looked forward again, then down, at the podium as he spoke. "I'll even...tell you a secret, before you decide. A fun one. ...Before taking the stage this afternoon, when everyone was still getting ready, I sent out the checks. The ones you see behind me? The ladies here all informed of us their choices for their charity ahead of time, which wasn'tonlyso we could have it written already on the oversized checks forshow though that's probably what they thought but I decided, before taking the stage, to send them. All four of them. Having no idea if I'd walk out of here today with four devoted servants in tow, with one, or very possibly even none. Because that's how things play out sometimes, right? Sometimes you gamble, and you lose. You can bet a lot on something, on something important, and it doesn't come through. That's how it works sometimes. But are you wrong to, when something isthatimportant to you? ...If any truly hesitated, I planned on letting them know. I didn't want anyone leaving here with a heavy heart today. The money wasalwaysgoing to be donated. That wasn't the point to me, even if itwasa tremendous excuse to do something wonderful."Jeffrey pushed back lightly from the podium. He walked over to that ever present final table, the one with Scarlett's oversized check, the one she'd toyed at earlier while he'd said his piece. Simply, he plucked up the quill in a hand and turned, walking over to her. His other hand took hold of hers, of her more slender touch that was holding a live microphone still, and lifted it up between them. "The dollar amount may have beenpartof what brought us all here, that helped catch attention and create headlines, and will end up doing a lot of good, but each woman came out today and made her choice based off her own heart, not off my wallet." The hand with the quill moved into Scarlett's free hand, they each facing one another now, the quill in one clasped touch, the mic in the other. "I would have said something earlier if I felt any were making their decision because of it...because while I want you, I wantyou,Scarlett. We're talking two human beings doing this crazy thing of being devoted to one another, forever, from here on. My hope was to draw in a special sort of person today that craves this bold, beautiful, scary thing too.""Everyone on the other side of that check is going to receive every last cent of what's written, no matter what you choose. That was true for everyone here. I promise."The hand that he held the quill in, and held it to her own hand, opened, spreading his fingers out from his palm. It slowly lowered from hers and slipped away, a moment of truth coming in the question of if she'd take it from him or let it fall to the stage. Then the held set of hands with the mic lowered, till it was at their waists, and he let go. "There's nothing 'wrong' about this, merely 'different.' And it's the very opposite of some slummy Hollywood asshole overlooking talent for curves. Time's only Up if you're ready for it to be," with a wry smile. All these words were just for her. "I would cherish you, if you would allow me. If you search your heart. If it would be just asoverwhelming...butspecialandmeaningful, importantandfulfillingto you, too..." Scarlett looked genuinely surprised to find the quill balanced elegantly against her fingertips.She didn't look dismayed or distraught, that would have been silly. She could have simply dropped the featherlight and ink heavy tool if she was here to entirely reject him and the premise that she might have been willing to entertain his offer. Her surprise came part and parcel with the pleasant but never quite bemused interest in her ..everythingwhen Jeffrey approached her anew to speak with her and her alone, to hold her by the hands, and to look her in the eyes. He had been direct with her, the entire crowd in the dark beyond the lights, and the entire world beyond the stage that held them now. He had said plainly at least a few of the words she had been one hundred percentwantingto hear if she was going to continue walking down this pathway:I want you. It was more than common courtesy that she would entertain him after that it was the next step. Eye to eye, hand to hand, she let just a piece of the veil fall with little more than a particular slope of her shoulders and an ease in her smile for him. Hewantedher.Well join the club alongside every other teenaged boy in Americasome might have said unlike her contemporaries on stage, all of whom had sold sex in various ways as parts of their own careers in entertainment, Scarlett had pretty much beendeclareda sex symbol for the better part of her career. It wasn't novel towanther. But it was novel to have theabilityto have her and to want her on top of it. Confidence was every man's greatest weapon whether they understood it or not, and the big dick and big pocketbook didn't even enter the picture when compared to the big swagger of the man who knew what he wanted, had the ability to get it, and the vulnerability toadmitthat he wanted it.What was so vulnerable about telling her that yeah, he'd want her to kneel at his feet like the others? What was vulnerable about being a masochistic asshole trying to make slavery cool again just because he was going to do some philanthropy on the side of his sex harem?I mean, if you didn't get it, that's why you weren't on stage.Hewasnaked, like it or not, both for his answer to her question and his follow upon it. And that's how she wanted him. She had admitted her fear and her doubt, and he had admitted his own. They were that much closer to getting to know one another. But what neither of them could know was exactly what was going to happen when he pressed the quill against her hand, and she the microphone against his, and in those moments of his warm whispering between them neither one of them held onto either object. Theybalancedthem together, keeping either from tumbling to the stage, but neither one took ownership of what lay between them. They could only own the place where they themselves stood.It might have been callous to say that the charity had always been the least of her concerns about today, but it would be true. Even coming from someone who was as genuinely charitable as she was, for the press, the charity would be the point for some of them. But thepoint of all of this was exactly what was being whispered about the connection between two peoples .. or one person and four others .. about how crazy that was undereverycircumstance, and about how the situation was a lot more nuanced than could be properly condensed into any soundbite or date night topic of conversation. Explaining and dancing and fencing around the subject for hours on end would still do very little to eliminate the need for that vital, finaltrust fallthat was required to truly allow it all to happen. Every person on stage right now knew that, regardless of whether or not anyone else did. Emilia and Madelaine had trusted in it almost without hesitation, but they had needed to trust in it nonetheless. Ariana had trusted that she'd have her answer by the time she made it.Scarlett seemed to trust in something else. As much as those three had put their trust inhimto do right by their choice, they had put their trust in themselves too that they had been making the correct decision. Hand in hand with Jeffrey Tremonti, Scarlett Johansson instead put her trust .. in him.To convince her. To woo her. To say the right things. To be the right person. To demand that she take notice of him, and to take notice of his demands. To want her, but not just towanther in the way of a teenaged boy, but .. also towant her in exactly that way.Her eyebrows lifted, just so, upon finding that she was holding the quill and his hand had fallen by the wayside. There was no more balance between them, precarious and precious and perfect like Schroedinger's little slave agreement, but merely the elegant set of her fingers against a tool of freedom's willing demise. She hadn'tintendedto take the quill any more than he had genuinely handed it to her. It had simply found its way into her grip as though it belonged there, the unconscious push of the Ouija or the silent hand of fate guiding her to a destiny that had been pre ordained no matter her validations and expectations leading up to the moment.Or as though some part of her truly yearned for this.She took a breath or released one, the fine frills on the feather waving with the motion. It might have seemed from a distance a tiny flourish of smugness from the headstrong actress for having strung him along for this long, but up close, it was all too clearly a realization that the implement was precisely where it belonged in her grasp. Just as it could not have been dismay, her surprise did not explode into giddy understanding. She was not too reserved for giddiness, not too mannered for enthusiasm, but the instant didn't call for celebration on her part. Her own surprise in her decision was enough to make it clear that she had not necessarily beenhopingto be convinced any more than she had been praying for him to fail. In a way, he had put it best. Time was only up if she wasready.And it seemed like she was.The quill wiggled between her fingers with a little flex, deliberately drawing attention to the way that it sat in her grip but also angling it just so that she could give him a quick tickle with it underneath his nose while with her other hand she brought the microphone back up to her lips. "You know, Bill Murray told me that once," she murmured.She let that feathertip trail against his upper lip when she turned and walked past him, holding it quite clearly aloft like a tiny little Olympic flame finally making the final leg of its journey, letting whoever wanted to snap the in between images offreedomandslaveryas many opportunities and angles as they liked to truly capture the moment. Her dress trailed sleekly behind her, just enough drag to allude to the bride approaching the altar. Similarly, there were still nerves. Still doubts. Still the chance for anyone, herself included, tospeak now or.She turned at the altar, not so much giving a pose for the side view of her standing at the precipice as she was simply shifting enough that she could look Jeffrey in the eye. Her calm smile had not quite caught up to the reality of what she was doing, that pleasant but very real surprise doing nothing to dispel the way she had wreathed herself in the air of a capricious goddess for the evening's festivities. In myth, how often did they set in motion tasks and challenges for mortals with no way of knowing just how things would play out? They were not omnipotent nor omniscient, and could be just as taken with an unexpected turn as anyone else. This wasn't entirelyunexpected, but nor had it been determined by the fates.She was making a decision, her own. That was all."Do we have a few minutes for me to read over this?" she asked into the mic, getting a decent laugh from the crowd who was probably as ready for her toget on with itas anyone could be. So she did. She leaned down and put quill to parchment, and made everything nice and official with a flourishingScarlett.Some people were going to hate him even more for having itseemlike there might have been something that wasn't going to go his way today, only for everything to line up as perfectly as it probably could. Nonetheless, Scarlett n e Johansson let the quill come to rest on the altar and then began to drift purposefully but nothurriedlyback toward the center of the stage where Jeffrey stood in the lights behind his three kneeling supplicants and the fourth on her way. "Now I really do have to ask one more thing of you, Mr. Tremonti, to make thingsofficial," she said casually before she kicked one leg around and, partway toward him, she spun as though flourishing in a slow tango to put her side and then back toward him and turn her chin over her shoulder so she didn't lose her gaze on him for more than a second, the intricate lacing and bow at the back of her dress as clear to the audience as it was to him. "Could you help a girl out?"It took a team and effort to get even the most effortless seeming red carpet look down, and Scarlett was the very definition ofeffortfulsqueezed into her gown as she was. The chances that she couldn't even reach the ties were rather high, at least not without great personal pain and struggle in the process. And she hadn't had the foresight to wear tissue paper like some other certain rubies. But also, quite frankly .. for all that do it herself had a certain supplicating appeal to the whole process, Scarlett herself always liked to unwrapher presents. Why deny him the opportunity? The moment had been tense. The air tight. Heavy. Every secondfelt.As he'd spoken to Scarlett, or she'd spoken back, or in those moments where neither was speaking at all, this was allmoving forwardtowardsomething.Inevitably. Balancing between two possibilities on a razor's edge, it had been impossible to predict which side the spectacle would fall on. He'd opened himself up, had given everything she asked, had offered things publicly he'd hoped to reveal to them all privately, and had even given her the feather in the cap of speaking into the microphone for all to hear something he hadn't done for the other girls prior the ways in which he wanted her. Physically? Of course. But there was an emotional desire too.In those leaden seconds that followed the last thing he said, and when he'd stepped away, leaving the blonde Grecian goddess like woman with the quill and microphone both, Jeffrey's mind and his insides and his everything else swirled with regret. He should have said more, he knew. Something more. More than the trust of what they were entering into together. More than the physical beauty. He knew he should have talked more abouther,aboutthe person,even though he hadn't had these last two weeks to think about the person the 'applicants' had been kept from him, to be a surprise, until shortly before the ceremony, and there hadn't been time to truly fall in desire with any of them yet, nevermind actually fall in love.There had been no true time to mull it over, the idea ofTheScarlett Johansson being here today, but here they both were regardless. And his stomach turned, regretting the knowledge that he should have done more. Could have, possibly, done more, regardless of whether or not there had actually been a way to. Outward may have been confidence, but within swirled the butterflies of doubt. Like the studious before a big test, or an athlete walking into an event that would impact their career. That what he'd done quite possibly wouldn't be enough, that it wouldn't be worth her worth, and he might miss out on something quite special because of it more special than some 'pile of pretty jewels.' The time they'd spent on stage together, and this was true of each of the women during their respective turns, there had been an interesting chemistry, a show of personality, and a few littlesnippetsofmomentsthat gave warm promise of plenty actual full lengthed moments together to come. It was enough to plant the seed of interest in theperson,for each of them, and though Jeffrey pushed himself to keep it apparent from his face, as Scarlett considered herself, her future, he felt that turmoil inside.But then she tickled him on the nose, and traipsed off with heels clicking and gown dragging in tow.And he...just. Smiled. And sighed. And it wasn't over, he knew, it wasn't official until it was official, but the cute, playful action had broken him from that chaotic swirl of thoughts. Like a mist of fresh water to the face, refreshing, revitalizing, and leaving a light, silly feel for allowing that doubt to sink in, even if only inwardly. This could still all be a dramatic last moment tease before turning him down in grand, public fashion, but it wasalsoofficially out of his hands at this point, he relaxed his shoulders and realized. So he just watched. Like anyone else.Except no one else got the beautiful, captivating view of Scarlett Johansson gazing at they and they alone with her beautiful blue eyes, as she stood in front of her very real slavery contract.The sweet honey bourbon of her voice as she fit in one last joke made him smile, and quite warmly in fact. Though as quickly as it had come, she was on to her next moment, teasing with the gorgeous view of cleavage, the shapely view of hips, as she...leaned over, and signed.And it was done.And that smile quickly returned. Perhaps it was a bit of a smug 'cat that ate the canary' moment, doing nothing to quell the jealousy of all other living men that just doubled from this acquisition alone, but so what. One would be hard pressed to argue he wasn't entitled to it for at least amoment.Jeffrey kept his blue eyes on Scarlett's, for as long as she kept hers on his, while she set down the quill and sauntered over in a fashion that felt as smooth and silken as the rest of her. He watched her continue to lead their dance as she took her pose, inviting him playfully to come unwrap his gift, a grown up boy on an X rated Christmas morning. And as she took that pose, now simplyScarlett,the philanthropist billionaire allowed a few seconds of enjoying the sight, of the lace hanging elegantly at various points, of the way her body filled it out at various angles that were known to make a grown manshiver.Then he touched her. Then he smelled her. Then he came up behind, placed his hands on the middle of the blonde's back, let his chest and his crotch lightly touch against her, and took in her elegant, feminine scent. Jeffrey's eyes drifted closed. "I want to know you in the way that few people do," whispered against the back of Scarlett's head, his lips a ghosting touch to her hair. "I am...eagerfor it." Those larger, stronger palms slid up the sides of her back, letting their firmer touch be known every bit of the way. They went to her upper back, then up to the base of her neck, before settling at the outside of either shoulder. "Imagine all the private, personal revelations we just shared...but done again with just you and I, curled up together in front of a cozy, crackling fire. Now imagine me doing anything I can to make you smile." A kiss was set upon the top of her right shoulder. "Before then, though, we have a few things to get through, don't we?" The hands moved from the sides of Scarlett's shoulders to their tops again, and then back down, bringing the thin straps of her beautiful, flowing white gown with them, in a move that threatened to let loose her bust should she but lean in the wrong way. "Like the many different facets it's easy to appreciate you on."Jeffrey let out a heavy sigh against the side of her neck, staring over Scarlett's shoulder at the ample cleavage on display. His palms slid down the sides of her arms, then underneath them, to her front, where they unapologetically groped her in front of everyone, cupping her breasts right there on the stage. Holding them. Mashing them twixt his palms and fingers. "God," he continued the whisper, "I'm going to end upneedingtofuck youbefore we even gethome,aren't I?" Jeffrey dragged his hands down, pulling the simple, flowing cloth with it, exposing Scarlett's generous breasts, her big tits, her fuckingjugsto the public, bulbs flashing anew, the sound of the room awash with a new wave of reporters all calling her name in hope she'd turn to them, giving them the best angle in what was the newest of probably two hundred different picturesque moments this day. Jeffrey pulled the front of Scarlett's dress down to her waist, leaving her bosom and abdomen both exposed, then left it there, the lace tied back of the dress holding it in place while he returned to that greedy, eager, two palmed cup of her chest.He breathed her in, unabashedly, two thirds of a foot taller even in her heels. "Oh. That's right. You like showing off, don't you?" His tone was playful, teasing, as he released his touch, re revealing her full breasts and their soft, pretty nipples to the world. One hand went to hers, to the one still holding the mic. The other went to the complicated straps at her back, plucking each expertly tied lace ribbon in playful fashion, each threatening to be the one that finally releases her from her previous life of 'wearing clothing' for good. Jeffrey brought the hand with the mic up, guiding her by the wrist, to near both their lips. "I hope everyone's enjoying the show," he said into it, to which there were a few cheers in response, and a whistle that managed to break through the rest of the noise. "The thing is, I don'tdeserveany of the women here today. Scarlett included." He plucked another lace ribbon. "Madelaine included." Another lace ribbon. "Emilia included." Another lace ribbon. "Ariana included." Another lace ribbon. "I don't know that anyone truly can deserveanother human being. But...it is perhaps my greatest blessing that, today, I've found four women thatdisagree." Another lace ribbon. And that one did it, sending Scarlett's elegant white dress melting into a pool at her feet, skin and curves on full display. More bulbs flashing. More clamor. "I'm not going to fight them on it," met with another round of laughs.He plucked the microphone from her hand. His other came up, holding a single finger aloft as he glanced to the crowd, in a'hold on one moment'fashion. He lowered the mic to her lower back, and the arm that was held up, in a wide, wicked flourish, swung around, swung down, and audiblyclappedScarlett right on the bare skin of her ass.His confidence was back.Everyone laughed and even burst into a round of applause, the supporters in the crowd eagerly drowning out and that came here thinking to boo at such a display."Finish stripping," privately again to her, "until you're like the others nothing left. Mm. Then be a good girl, pick up the brand, and assume the position. You're not too feisty to do all that, are you?" "A cozy, crackling fire," Scarlett all but hummed with the music of her appreciation of that thought, a tune carried on the words themselves that really should have presaged her amused flourish while she was closing her eyes to his touch at her back, "on a tropical island. The air conditioning bill certainly won't be what makes me smile."It would have been easy for her to sigh and lean and melt against his warm and inviting andinvitedtouch and keep her tongue tight twixt her teeth, but when had she made iteasyon him since she'd taken to the stage? As much of a tease as little Ariana might have fashioned herself, clearly it had been from the beginning and until this ending which itself was only another beginning Scarlett who was going to most need tolearnhow to mind her tongue and not try to be oh socleverat every moment. There was something to be said about being in an industry that genuinely valued you more for your looks than your talent or your personality and how that could lead a woman to spend far too much idle time coming up with little bon mots with which to amuse herself. Normally they went entirely unsaid, but well, what could she say now? She felt a bit ironicallyfreed, having just designated herself exactly the opposite.Her hands went to his hips. They might have gravitated to rising up to the back of his neck, to hold him in a lover's repose that would allow her to tilt back and capture a kiss, but that was not the play they were performing here at center stage, the fourth act of similar but distinct opening bows to the world for women who had been one thing yesterday and yet had burned like phoenixes to rise as somethinganewtoday. Lifting her arms up might have kept the straps from smoothly slidingdown, straight to her elbows. And she was doing her best, teasing or otherwise, to befrictionless. The very best present she could be in the moment."Guess you like to find reasons to keep a gal warm," she tutted with all the true admonishment of a girl Friday bantering about for a slap from her fella, but then, her focus was still fairly remarkably true. At least it was from his vantage point over her shoulder, where herabundantcleavage seemed to have been saved from total exposure to said elements more by the virtue of a chill up her spine than by any clever craftsmanship or tailoring regarding the integrity of her dress. The way the material felt like it had caught,justso, on the peaked rise of her unseen nipples, such that he could just glimpse the pink of her areola over the warm golden pale slope of her skin into the silken material. He could have just let her stand there andbreathe, and gravity would have done the rest of the trick.Fuck off, gravity. She's mine, his hands said."Mmngh," Scarlett replied, having no clever retort for his palmstrying to contain the entirety of her bounty in their breadth. Instead, her breath caught as assuredly and certainly as the material against her skin, inexorably dragging its way up her throat while the laws of physics and motion inexorably dragged her dress against his fingertips, the rough and smooth patches of his hands, and then worked in concert to strip her down to her waist. Her own fingertips dug in against his hips, whether to hold him or herself a mystery left to the ages, the microphone digging against his side between it and her palm. She stood balanced and poised, but not preciselyposedfor the flashbulb hunger of the worldwide press and audience, even as the floodgate was opened. She had beensqueezedinto her ensemble, and his greedy hands had found competition for how she had already been compressed, but now the dam burst with a luridbounce andjiggleof settling skin that threatened to never be properly contained again. In an embarrassment of riches, the former Miss Johansson had her own assortment. In an industry that liked to throw women away the minute they moved beyond being twenty three, it practically seemed as though the blonde's natural defense mechanism had been to appear perpetually that, as though understanding that to most folks she would always be that ingenue practicallybustingout of a little red dress. If Emilia had moved beyond the timid vulnerability of a newkhaleesi, and if Ariana had understood her girlish appeal as an essential part of her brand, and Madelaine knew her appeal was what she made of it rather than what others knew of it, Scarlett seemed to have known that in Hollywood an actress could truly neverchange orgrowbeyond what her public thought of her. No amount of reinvention was going to stick when you made a certain first impression.Thus the big tittied blonde sex object could only light up with a grin as her big titties jiggled and bounced into the eager cameras, and she even more eagerly arched her back to let him feel what he'd just been sold."Do it," she whispered, angelic white not hiding her devil's horns while her hair tickled his shoulder. The smooth allure of her voice urging and begging him onward while her fingertips turned and pressed his hips toward her own, whether or not she was also seating her hips back against him. "Rip it off.Fuck me."It was the Scarlett who had first appeared, the Scarlett who had walked the line of arrogance and self assuredness, the Scarlett who knew just how damn much she was worth and what her worth reallywas, especially compared to her immediate predecessor on stage. She had made all manner of statements already, but what more of a statement could be made than to be the only one to drive him wild enough to take them for a detour right here on the hardwood stage beneath them? A brand burned for hours, but bruises on her knees would last alifetime when she alone was glimpsed with them in the lineup of his beauties. She squirmed against him, her lips glossily parted in the release of another near caught breath, and she breathed out just as his hands fell away. If there had been any question of her funhouse hourglassshapebeing altered or exaggerated or misremembered, it was now answered and caught for the world to enjoy. Mostly.The rest had to wait for his acknowledgement of his astonishing fortune. For the reminder of each one who came before her her equals now, whether she wanted to bedriven against the floorto question that or not. For the pluck, pluck, pluck of her loosening fate, each new slip and drag of her dress a reminder of what was about to occur. She welcomed it and feared it in equal measure. It was one more step in the direction she had eventually chosen, following the one before it, and it felt ever more as though she had gone from a tentative toe forward into an increasingly rapid sprint. Did hedeserveher, or Madelaine, or Ariana, or Emilia? Did an art collector deserve to own a true original rather than a recreation? One arm aloft, the other tucked to her side, and with a flash going off the instant her dress fell before it wasgone, one lucky shot got the perfectScarlett de Milopastiche with which to pose that question before she was without guile or guise between the pool of silk around her ankles and the clasps in her hair, the golden down of her pubic hair neither trimmed perfectly a la Emilia nor untamed a la Madelaine, but somewhere naturally in between like the guiding light twixt the wide framing of her hips to the picture prettiness of her pussy.There was no bad angle to be in that audience, because even those close enough to perhaps be blocked by one of the other three offerings on stage .. had those offerings themselves in their lenses, after all."Well we'll see about that," Scarlett had almost no choice but to purr toward the microphone while it vacated her hand. She couldn'tnot dig about how deserving he may or may not have been when he had suggested she might be the one to break him of his confidence and calm only to have that particular victory snatched away from her, right? And as much as she might have gotten a murmur of laughter from her sardonic half promise, no one could say that she hadn't earned her immediate place putting by way of his stepping back, lining up hisshot, and nailing it right on target.The gasp he wrenched out of her was more honest than a thousand smug or playful bon mots could have managed. As honest as the ripple that went through her Boticellian figure in response. She clearly wasn't used to being reprimanded, verbally or physically. Just one more way in which she promised to be a couple of handfuls even in the ways the other three were not. But if he took her breath away, then it was only to leave an opening for him to lean in and truly give her what she had invited time and time again on stage without trulyearninguntil she had put quill to parchment, to see just whether or not she was capable of taking direction. Another heartyspank was likely far more of a deterrent to her than it might have been for, say, a certainlittleslave or toward skin that practically begged to be reddened like the hair above.And yet she felt it. Something Emilia realized, that she herself had only even begun to wonder about.His confidence was back, and his command was like dark music in her ear. No wonder the petite songbird had given everyone a glass cracking show as things hadclimaxed.She turned in silence until she was facing him, pressed up against him in their proximity,squishedagainst him in all sorts of delicately delightful ways while her freed hands went up and equally freed the barrettes from her hair. It spilled, bounced, and flounced every bit as much as the rest of her had, golden curtains dancing down past her shoulders and coming to an eventual rest. She slipped her hair clips into the right pocket of his trousers, and flattened her hand against his leg through the thin lining therein before tucking them back out.Her right hand slipped into his left pocket, her fingertips flattening there as well, closer but no more successful in reachingdeeperinto his pants than its partner had been, but when she squirmed her fingertips back out her bracelet had been left in his other pocket.She had to reach up, leaning forward against him and coming as close toflatteningagainst his chest as she possibly could not very as she plucked each of her earrings from her ears and then let them find a home just above the compression of her sumptuous cleavage, giving him any unnecessary excuse to peer down at her spiriting away her shiny jewelry into his breast pocket before she finally took a step back and extricated herself from the pool of her dress. There was an expert grace in the way she scarcely needed to leave a hand out to steady herself in kicking first one heel nearly up to her backside and let it reach her hand, and then the other, removing her shoes without so much as a hint that she needed to crouch or kneel before they were dangling from her fingertips .. and then dropped gently onto the stage right where her dress had landed."Maybe being a good girl's not as overrated as I thought," she breathed."Maybe," she repeated, the cupid's bow of her lip deepening with a glitter of promise in the sea of her eyes. She put a hand against his chest, dragging her fingertips down it in an appreciative stroke. Standing in front of him, naked from head to toe, at the most vulnerable she had likely been in her entire life, it only highlighted just how that didn't apply to him at a glance. Tall, strapping, immaculately presented, those in attendance were not privy to just how much he hadtrulyput himself out on a limb. No matter what he had said of his situation, or admitted in his telling of the tale of just whoHe really was, there were those who were never going to know or appreciate that he had been just as vulnerable in so many ways as the nakedslaveshe had made out of four beautiful young women. And in the brief challenge and promise of her playful stare, Scarlett all but promised that she wouldn't forget it. That she wouldn't always default tothe master is always right. That shewouldtest him.And that she stillcould do exactly what she was told to do, just to keep him on his toes. And to put her on her knees, with a branding iron balanced on her palms and held out for the taking of he who deserved to wield it and use it upon her sumptuous flesh. "Do it," she whispered. "Rip it off. Fuck me.""Do it," she whispered. "Rip it off. Fuck me.""Do it," she whispered.That smooth bourbon voice. He couldhearthe honey in it, yellow as the hair upon her head. As the tended to, still very much present hair upon her lovely crotch. The words made him shiver. She'd come out to the stage dressed akin to the angel on his one shoulder, but very much was taking the role of the temptress on his other, imaginary barbed tail surely curling around his leg as she did so.Jeffrey watched everything that came next. He watched as she obeyed. He watched as she retained her sense of teasing throughout, right from the very start of brushing those naked, vulnerable nipples of her big, bare tits against the silk of his shirt. It was no accident, he knew, Jeffrey meeting Scarlett's blue eyed gaze as she reached up to release her hair, letting itbouncealluringly to picture frame her face in waves of gold. He stood, kept the excitement coursing through his veins and up his back to himself as much as one could, and stared. At her. Right at her eyes. Letting everything happen as she would. Jeffrey stood there in silence as Scarlett not onlyfoundhis pocket, but quite boldlyexploredit, even if it could be playfully feigned otherwise. He stood there as she did it again with the other, this time moving her hand aboutinsideit, as she shifted the bracelet from her wrist. All of this, eye contact. And he watched and stood there and let it all happen as she pressed the fullness of her bosom into him, the blonde leaning heavily into him with her heavy breasts, whilst plucking her earrings, depositing this final trinket of her former life into the pocket on his own chest.This last bit, he knew but simply breathed, watched, let his blood race and allowed to happen was indefensible. Playful, and yet entirely unnecessary. Undeniable in her taunting of him, whereas fishing around in his pockets could have been toyingly played off as having 'nowhere else to put these things.'"Do it," she whispered.And he might have. He would have. He was going to. Had the dress not been a discarded thing on the stage already, its physical integrity would have been in jeopardy. Wouldfucking herright in front of everyone not be rewarding bad behavior, Jeffrey knew, he might have already set aside his desire to save it for later and take her right then, right there. And had she not chosen that very moment to kneel down in front of him temporarily breaking their shared blue eyed gaze grasping the branding iron and holding it aloft in offer, that might have been the moment where he snapped and did it anyway.As he looked down, back to her eyes again, that face framed so perfectly in her strands of gold...no,thismight be the moment where he snaps and does it anyway.All he could do was breathe. In. Out. Heavily, the rise and fall of his chest apparent. As apparent, now, as an arousal that was apparently left in the wake of the busty blonde dragging her body off of him an incredibly human want that belied the fact he was indeed not some automaton, and was no longer able to be denied.But not like this. No. Victory would be at leasteightypercent his, if he gave away that twenty percentat all.A hand reached down, into Scarlett's soft hair. A hand stronger than hers. Rougher. With a purpose able to be sensed, even as it touched her gently, fingers disappearing between it and the side of her head. Jeffrey knelt. Eye contact, the whole time. He claimed the microphone that had been discarded and stood back up, gradually, calculated. And then his grip firmed. And then hejerkedScarlett toward him, turned, andjerkedher back, so she was kneeling in the exact same spot she had been, but now was facing the crowd, with the beauteous fullness of her chest moving as freely as her hair now, and vice versa."Ladiesandgentlemen," huffing the words into the mic, a switch clearly having being flipped within him. "The woman known as simplyScarlettnow has something she'd like to say," and as he said it, he pushed the microphone into one of her hands,thengrabbed that more slender touch by its wrist,thenpressed it against the base of her collar, just beneath her throat. Then knelt, pressing a knee into her back, forcing her into a forward arch. Then let go of her hair, snatching up the offered branding iron that still glowed orange with its promise of searing permanence.Then he gave the moment, maybe, half a second for anticipation.Then he brought the bite of that branding iron just above Scarlett's left breast, directly over her heart. This wasn't a tender lover's hold as he had with Emilia. This wasn't a wistful, lewd show as it had been with Ariana. This wasn't Madelaine claiming afifthsecond, boldly claiming that bragging right. This was a show of dominance or at least the show of that struggle between them with the placement of the microphone which he still held Scarlett's wrist, holding it there, meant to act as a very clear underline ofwhowaswhose.The chance of some clever quip amidst assured spasming and screeching, amidst unladylike drooling and shrieking, he knew, was amusing at best. No. This would be a veryloudshow that She Who Would Tease To The Very End, the slave FKA Ms.Johansson, was meeting a new 'end,' one where she was obedient and he was the one in control.Even if he fuckingneededto fuck her right now.One... Two... Three... Four.The branding iron was discarded, for the fourth and final time. Jeffrey threw it outward, literally tossing it away, letting it clatter off the stage and into the pit beneath, in front of where everyone sat. What was left was a pair of beautiful, full breasts, with pert, pink nipples, and smoke rising from a mark that was quite permanently seared into Scarlett's famous cleavage.And it quite well could have ended there, the final feather in his capwhich was already adorned with feathers.But while he would undeniably hold claim to his majority ofeightypercent, what came next could arguably, even smugly, be claimed as hertwenty.Jeffrey stood, his hand digging back into that now freed long blonde hair as he had before, but now with an even fiercer purpose. He pulled her, as before. But unlike before, he dragged her now, literallypullingScarlett back a little and then turning, taking her horizontally across the stage behind the other girls in a way that would no doubt force her into a bitch like hands and kneeswalk,lest she resolved to simply be dragged like some cavewoman, follicles screaming against her scalp. He pulled her, behind Ariana, behind Emilia, behind Madelaine, from right to left across the stage, then gave her a moment's reprieve. It would be enough to gain composure for but a moment, before he startedwalkingher again, startedjerkingandpullingher with him, her long blonde hair a de factobitch's leash. Back from behind Madelaine to Emilia, back from behind Emilia to Ariana, all of whom were knelt patiently, obediently, never breaking from how they were showing off their bodies and their brands, still all this time. He dragged her from behind and around, then to the forefront of the stage, bringing Scarlett up beside Ariana in the lineup.Finally he let go. His chest rose and fell. Jeffrey's face was fiercely stoic, his jaw set firm. This was all beingwinged,to be quite honest, and until his hands reached to the metal clasp of his belt, its jingle distinctive, not even he was sure that was going to be the next step. But it was. So, here they were. "Back arched," he said simply. "Face the crowd. Chest down." The leatherwhippedas it slipped from the belt loops. "Ass up."He doubled it up in his hand, and much like before,crackedthe beautiful 'Miss' Scarlett across the left cheek of her bared backside, albeit with a much more leatherybitethan before.

['Tremonti', 'Amo', 'Greene']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/98823/

Hexes at Hogwarts (Frogger and Russian Vodka)

Note to everyone who stumbles across this: our characters are starting young here in this first post, but we plan on skipping forward. All we want to do is set a tone for their friendship, figure out how they meet. Dark clouds gather over the distant horizon, lightning flashing every so often to express the fury that which is brewing within. Hogwarts stands, tall and proud, mysterious to the newest students arriving here for the very first time. In awe, several fidgeted nervously while others lifted their chins to put on a false bravado. A giant of a man beckoned them closer and, after a brief greeting and explanation, all the first years were whisked off to ride boats across the lake.It was not long until rain began to pelt upturned faces. Winter kept her head down, though she could not indulge herself in reading when the rain will surely ruin the pages. It would be preferable to the introductions being exchanged, the snippets of conversation intricately interwoven between raindrops. Blue eyes intent on pale fingers gripping onto black robes, Winter did not hesitate to follow once her own boat reached the other side. A hand was offered to help her, but she ignored it as a matter of pride. A Lace does not accept help from others, after all.All the new students were brought to stand in a grand hall. It was beautiful, and yet she could not help but feel nervous. Of course she knows what awaits behind these doors, unlike most, if not all, of the others. Ever since she was young, Winter had heard tales of the Sorting Hat, of the notoriously powerful Dumbledore who rules the school with a gentle guiding hand. A lump rising to her throat, regardless, she raised her head up high when the doors parted revealing students and teachers alike, their expressions a confusing variety.Winter joined everyone on the front dais, fighting against the impulse to fidget. It looks weak. It makes a fool out of her. FIrst one name is called, and then another the Sorting Hat announcing what House they belong best in. As a Lace, she will likely be sorted into Slytherin. Rowan, her older sister, is in Slytherin, as is her older brother Xander. Rose is in Slytherin as well, and she is a close cousin. To be anything but a Slytherin would be a disgrace on the Love family. Lost in thought, she nearly jumped once her name was called and taking the steps up to the Hat, she can feel the weight of expectations settling upon her shoulders. Ravenclaw! A roar echoed off the walls, however it fell upon deaf ears. Winter s eyes were drawn to a table not decorated in blue, but in green and the scrutiny, the judgment in familiar eyes nearly had her recoiling. What has the Hat done? What will Mother say of this? Father? Neither will approve of this. What if she is cast out of the family? What if they chose to no longer recognize her as their daughter? Despite the excitement of going to this new, strange place and entering this new world, Hayden had absolutely no clue what he was getting into. Yet his adventurous side demanded his attention. He had to find out the truth about this. Could magic really be real? Could there really exist a parallel world to that he'd grown up? The train ride was long, almost tiring. Yet it had to be done, it was how they all got there. Although he didn't speak to anyone else on the train, minding his own business and staying out of trouble. He knew that in due time, he'd probably have friends and hang out with others, so he wasn't in a rush.And arriving, first the big oaf of a man. Was he really a normal man? His wild beard and massive size made him more of a Giant to the muggleborn boy, not that he would currently understand that the man was indeed half giant. Followed by himself and all the other first years being moved away from the rest of the students arriving, towards the lake. Black as the night sky, with faint glimmers of reflection from the lights at the massive castle, standing intimidatingly up at the hill of their destination. He bit his lip for a moment, curiously eyeing the massive fortress he would be living in during his school days from now on. He barely noticed the rain as they got into the boats, although others complained openly about it, he was too intimidated and awed by this experience to even bother with his surroundings.A whole new world unfolding for the boy with the ravenblack hair. As they got across, he had heard no tales of this, unlike his wizard and witch companions on the boat ride. They knew what awaited them from siblings, parents, family. To the muggleborn, there was no such experience to hear tales of. And as they found themselves in the Great Hall, the eyes of everyone else upon them, he felt awkwardly shy, standing there on the front dais. As they were picked apart one at a time, to go and sit on a chair with a magical hat on it, announcing which house they would belong to. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin or Gryffindor. He had no clue what to really expect."Buckley, Hayden!" The woman called out from the list, seemingly scrambled randomly as he had noticed a girl called Winter go before him. Not that he minded as he moved to the chair, sitting down and feeling the attention of everyone on top of him. Along with the weight of the hat, he felt crushed for a moment, hearing a voice in his head, almost humming and sounding like it was musing. Then a slight shifting."Ravenclaw!"Don't panic boy, make your new house proud. They will depend on you.The voice in his head sounded old, mature. Male. He bit his lip, a roar echoing the hall as the hat was lifted off his head.Staggering down to the Ravenclaw table, pats on his back and welcoming words from the older students, he found himself sitting next to Winter Lace, also recently sorted into this house as he looked at her with a confused look for a moment before he heard the next person called out. She looked more horrified than exalted to be sitting where they were sitting, at the table of their new house. "Is something the matter?" He managed to stammer out, wondering if she was okay with this. How can this happen? How can she be inRavenclaw?!Has she brought shame to the name of Lace? It is with a heavy heart that she claimed a seat next to a student dressed in blue instead of green, though she could not bring herself to watch others be Sorted into their appropriate Houses. Is it within the realm of possibility that the Hat made a mistake? Winter closed her eyes, placing both hands upon the table as one name after another was announced just for one of four Houses to be declared soon after. How could she have dishonored her family in this way? A lump having found a place to call home in her throat, she was just beginning to panic, when an unexpected interruption came.In light of the situation, Winter felt the strange compulsion to laugh. Her world is crumbling, falling apart as they speak and this boy has the audacity to ask if something is the matter. Why? Is it that obvious? A hand rising to brush against a cheek, she could only offer him a strained smile. No. Nothing is the matter, she replied, surprised to find that her voice is calm. Thank you for your concern. Winter gave him a small smile, as is only proper, and a bow of her head however, she thought it best to say nothing more. If she is going to spend her days here at Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw, she will do everything in her power not to disappoint the Lace family. It will require a lot of work, but she will do what she can. Winter kept her head down all throughout the meal, though she barely touched the food set before her.Appetite nonexistent, she rose once Professor Dumbledore bid them goodnight, asking the Prefects to escort them to their dorms. Tomorrow is when classes begin. A hand rubbing up and down her arm, dread flowing through her veins like poison, Winter went on to follow her fellow students that is, until someone pulled her away. Ah ! Bright blue eyes connected with a familiar pair of green, and the dread escalated to panic within moments. Hello, Rowan greeted, though she did not bother providing her with something resembling a smile, nor did she try to infuse her tone with sisterly affection. Do you care to tell me what happened? Hm? Students passing them by cast the two curious glances, however none decided to intervene.No one will come to her rescue. Winter drew in a deep breath to steady her nerves, to attempt a facade of tranquility in front of her older sister. If you are insinuating I told the Hat to put me in Ravenclaw, you are sadly mistaken, she told Rowan, first and foremost. I would never. I do not understand why it chose to Sort me into Ravenclaw, but I assure you, it made a mistake. I know I belong in Slytherin, same as you. Rowan s lips twisted into a sneer. Do you? Mother isnotgoing to be happy when she hears of this, Winter. You and I both know that much, at least. Neither will Father. A chill shot down Winter s spine.Finally released from the impromptu interrogation, Winter hurried to rejoin her fellow Ravenclaws though she could not leave behind the sense of forbidding just as easily. What will come of this? What will Mother say, when she does find out? Is a Howler going to come via owl?! Winter closed her eyes, no longer so confident of her plan decided upon prior. Is there a way to speak with the Headmaster? To rectify the situation? Is it possible the Sorting Hat did, indeed, make a mistake concerning her placement here? Hayden nodded at her reply, that she was okay about it. He just couldn't help shake the feeling that something seemed off about it. Like she was distraught over something regarding her placement in Ravenclaw. He pushed the thought away as the food came to the tables, watching it all appear on the plates, he hungrily dug in. His stomach growling as he seemed to fall in well with the other first years sitting together at the table. Although he looked over at Winter, wondering if he should push the issue or not. He ultimately didn't get a chance to decide when Dumbledore rose to declare the meal over with and for the Prefects to escort the new students to their dorms.He got up, falling in line with the others, yet as he went out with them, he heard voices behind him. Looking back, he spotted Winter with an older girl from... Slytherin was it? He didn't know if he should interfere, although the line moved forward, he fell behind slowly, looking back. He didn't want her to disappear in the corridors of this massive place on their first day, little to his knowledge, she probably already knew her way around as he watched her finally hurrying up to rejoin him and the others to go to the Ravenclaw dorm. Hayden fell to the back, ending up next to her, seeing the distress in her eyes, even if she kept her head down, he could tell something was up with her."I'm sorry if I butted in on you earlier." He let out, looking away from her to follow the students in front of them to their new dorm. "I'm Hayden, Hayden Buckley." He introduced himself, offering his hand to her as they walked, wanting to shake hands. "I hope we can become friends." He added, unaware of the fact that she probably wished this was a nightmare and she could just wake up soon, Hayden felt like he was in a dream and he'd wake up and find it all gone soon enough. Yet for as long as he could, he would savor every moment of this experience and get to know as many of the people as he could. Please. Let her wake up from this nightmare !It is a shame reality does not work that way. Did someone cast a spell on her, then ? Did Hogwarts decide to undergo a different method of Sorting? Blue eyes blinked as his words broke her reverie, focusing on him just a heartbeat later. It was not long before the pair shifted to the proffered hand. Is he suggesting they be friends? Winter lifted her eyes, studying the features of this young boy standing before her. Friends are no more than distractions, meant to make her stray to make her forget of her ambitions, of her goals. Is it wise to indulge in something so trivial ? No, not likely. It is very possible the Sorting Hat has made a mistake on what House she belongs to, after all.Even so. It does not hurt to make her acquaintance. My name is Winter, she chose to reply at long last, though she was hesitant to accept the handshake. Of course she will never go so far as to say they will ever be friends, but she has no qualms with implying as such. It could very well be used to her advantage. Do not apologize. Have a good night, Hayden Buckley. I suppose I shall see you tomorrow. It remains to be seen if they will share any classes together. Hopefully it will not be many, if he is entertaining the delusion they are to be friends in the days to come. A hand trailed up the banister as she ascended the stairs leading up to the girls dormitories, leaving this day to rest. In the morning, she will wake and find herself to be Sorted in Slytherin, not Ravenclaw.Alas, it did not happen as she hoped. Winter reluctantly dragged herself down to the Entrance Hall, where many students have began to partake in breakfast, their laughter echoing off the walls. It was at the Ravenclaw table she sank down, however she could not take a bite of the feast before her. No. As strange as it is, she still had no appetite. Ooh How is she ever going to explain this to Mother ?! It required a bit of effort to catch her head before it fell onto the table, but Winter managed, hands hiding her mortification. No, wait. Did she do her hair before she came down ? A pat upside her head confirmed she did, despite everything going through her mind. Dark blue eyes opening, Winter looked at her empty plate with no interest whatsoever.

['Dumbledore']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9887/

[Kratos&Eris]AUFFVII

Evanthra sighed, looking off the side of the ship, and glanced up to the sky. The winds did not seem in their favor...and yet they were leaving. Was this trip really that important? Her pink eyes danced across the waters surface for a moment before sighing and running a hand through her long black hair. She should probably have cut it before her journey started but...she loved the long locks. The only problem was it would probably be unbearably hot in Midgar during the summer.Looking back to the choppy water, she made a face. Hopefully the gods would help them on her journey. She wasn't exactly looking forward to being on a wave tossed boat for a day while they traveled to Junon. Of course, she was also hoping that she didn't somehow get thrown overboard. She made a face a bit, and looked up as the anchors were pulled up and the sail was opened. The days were starting to get boring for an immortal like Cloud,.. he was starting to want more then what they had.. yet knew the only way such a thing could be done is if he went and did something about it. Some would describe his hair as quite outrageous but his attitude towards things, well that was a different story. But truth was he was starting to get lonely, the other gods were just not enough for him.. as he wanted something more.. maybe even a human.. infact he had already found someone of interest but now it was just up to him, to do something about it..Although his life was almost luxury he partially envied the humans, sure they lived and died, that was their cycle but some of the things they got to do.. Cloud and the others might be gods but they just did not experience things like those humans.. he had decided that he would try to blend in and pretend to be one of those people, and well, Cloud had made sure that as he came down from his normal area, to be close to the one he was interested in called Evanthra. Even now he watched her as he looked at the boat the two of them and others would be boarding. The boat was large, meant to carry many people and objects. The young dark haired beauty sighed, the wind sweeping her hair and blowing it this way and that. She turned briefly, and her eyes came upon Cloud. The man was muscular, tall and blond. She smiled softly, in a shy little way and looked away for a moment before glancing back and away again. She didn't know there would be good looking men on this boat. She looked up when the boat began boarding, and she walked on hurriedly. She walked over to peer over the edge of the boat, hoping the blond man would seek her out. Although Cloud did not actually have to look Evanthra's way to know that she was looking at him he deliberately did so that their eyes met gazing at each other before she seemed to notice and quickly looked away as if it meant nothing. A soft chuckle left him before he boarded the ship helping one of the people that was struggling to load it for a moment easily doing such a thing the man that now watched was quite impressed by the blonde haired mans strength.. but then again he did not know he was a god and so.. it would have been quite impressive. Once that was done he slowly walked over towards who he had came to this location to see, before starting to speak "Well then,.. i saw you gazing earlier.. but what is your name.?" For now he was just acting if he was a normal person, later on.. he would possibly tell her his true origins,.. and if possible and if needed use his charm to completely make her head over heels for him. Evanthra looked up at the blond male when he spoke to her, as if she hadn't peered out of the corner of her eyes and spotted him walking over. Her stomach tightened with nerves as well as a mixture of excitement. "Oh? Well, my name's Evanthra. I prefer Evan though...and really everyone prefers to call me that as well. May I have your name?" She asked quietly, turning her pink eyes on him and examining his body again. He was well built, thin but not overly so and muscular. He was quite flattering and if she went by body alone, she'd be more then happy to be with him. But of course, she was interested in his personality as well. Slowly she brushed some of her hair out of her face and she smiled up at him. "What brings you to sailing to Midgar?" Partially just from her body language he could tell she was a little excited that he had come over to speak with her, then again.. not many people were like Cloud and well the whole god thing did put him ahead of most men, but she was yet to find out such facts. "I am Cloud... Cloud Strife, as for the reason why I am here,.. I travel around a little.. in search of certain things, things and people like you of course.." He said the last part following it with a wink before speaking again "what about yourself Evan..? I am curious what a female like you would be doing in a rough place like the sea.." once that was said he lent back against the railing of the boat before looking directly into her eyes to pose as a bit of a distraction for her at least. Evan blushed and looked away as Cloud flirted with her. She usually didn't click with guys like this so quickly! How unusual! "Oh, I'm going to see my aunt, uncle and my brother. I was away on a trip and now I'm going home." She stated softly, smiling at him. Slowly she reached over and brushed her hand over a spike of his hair and smiled. "Your hair is really soft." Her hand trailed down to gently stroke his face. "I guess I'm feeling a bit braver then usual.."She murmured thoughtfully, looking into his blue eyes and getting lost in them. Although Cloud was slightly surprised by her actions, his charm was what probably brought it out of her.. Quite a few times he had done such a thing just by walking around.. something about him just made people act more confidently.. or to say the least, they just got along with him easy. He heard what she murmered letting her gaze into his eyes before starting to speak. "A little bit braver hmm?,.. how much braver..?" He then lent forward a little closer before whispering into her ear "I could easily make any dream of yours come true... did you know that?" Evan was having a hard time understanding what she was doing herself. She was usually the one being chased after by someone lovesick, not vice versa. She was used to guys following her around, and not hanging on a man's every word. She blushed a bit and smiled weakly as he whispered into her ear. "A lot braver actually..."She caressed his cheek with her thumb briefly before shivering at the suggestiveness at his words. "Anything?" She asked curiously, glancing up at him. "What if I told you that all I wanted was you...? And I had been fantasizing about having you and only you...?"She asked quietly, her head leaning gently on his shoulder. He smelled amazing, and was warm. She shivered a bit, as the harsh cold winds blew as it began to rain lightly and she wrapped her arms around CLoud's waist for warmth. Cloud lightly nodded as she asked anything before hearing her next words not at all surprised by them.. although it was partially what he was feeling as well. Instead of fantasizing he just had been watching her for a while.. knowing that he was going to make Evan his.. His charm enough to easily succumb any female if he tried. His own arms slid around her now feelings hers around his waist before words left his mouth again "When I said anything I meant anything.. You don't have to fantasize anymore.. Because I am going to give you what you want.." He was still speaking into her ear before lightly placing his lips around the lobe of it and then nipping it gently before pulling away looking directly into her eyes. The girl let out a relaxed sigh, as Cloud's arms encircled her. She had seemingly been holding her breath, waiting for him to either push her away or to hug her in return. She was glad he returned the gesture, for she had feared she wouldn't be able to keep a straight face if he rejected her. The poor girl had never taken rejection easily, and therefore had an extremely hard time getting close to people. When he began speaking, Evan could feel the color rushing to her cheeks and turning them red. But then, he did something she hadn't expected. He briefly nibbled on her ear. She melted a bit, feeling immense pleasure from such a simple gesture. Her pink eyes stared back into his blue ones for a moment, before looking away a bit embarrassed. "I've never been so taken with anyone so quickly. Is this what they call...love at first sight?" He could not help but notice her reaction to simple little things that had been shown to her from him so far, she almost seemed slightly surprised and a little embarrassed from the way she felt but that was to be expected. He had heard many females say that to him,.. it was his appearance that did well for him, but hearing it from Evan, someone he watched before finding a good moment to get close to.. Well the god just slowly nodded before lightly placing his lips onto hers and then nipping her bottom lip lightly as in asking for her to part them, if she understood such a request given in such a non verbal method that was.They say i should have always gone for a god because they don't age.. but I can make her not age.. I can make Evan mine.. and she may call me the name humans would.. Cloud.. Evan nearly jumped with surprise when she felt Cloud's lips on her own. But despite the surprise she slowly sunk into it, mouth parting when he nipped at her bottom lip. She gently kissed him, tongue moving to lick curiously at his tongue. As they kissed, Evan's body tingled with arousal and she unconsciously pressed her body closer to Cloud's trying to urge him to take this farther and really make her his. Of course, she didn't realize that she would belong to him for eternity, but had she known it wouldn't have changed anything. The moment he felt her tongue against his, Cloud let Evan just lick curiously a few times before sliding his tongue with hers deepening the kiss, feeling her body move closer his embrace slightly became a little stronger pulling her against his body even more a little.So she wants me as much as I thought.. No real surprise, but at least she will be mine forever..Cloud nipped at her before slowly breaking the kiss "shall we continue this somewhere.. a little more closed space.. or?" Evan moaned into Cloud's mouth when his tongue began returning the kiss, making her weak in the knees. He pulled her even closer to him, and she held on tighter. He pulled back, briefly nipping her lips before asking her if they should go to somewhere more private. She bit down slightly on her bottom lip for a moment and nodded. "Just...Just don't use me, okay?" Humans were almost foolish in such a regard, what the god was doing was almost classified as using her, but instead of their not being benefits.. Evan would get to live for as long as Cloud would allow,.. a part of him knowing such a human would not be something that he would easily just dispatch and move onto another for. Something about Evan just kept the attractive perfect god interested,, as he responded "I never planned to.. I just want to make you mine, so that us two.. can be together, with nothing standing in our way.." he said it almost in a whisper his embrace tightening a little more to keep the two of them close again. The young woman smiled brightly at the God's answer. Her own grip tightened on him, as if she feared he would let go of her. She nuzzled into his warm body, inhaling his scent and closing her eyes as she relaxed against him. "I want you so badly...and I don't know why. I've...never craved a man's touch like this." She was trying to subtly admit that she was a virgin and it probably wouldn't be too pleasant for her their first time. But of course, she didn't know he was a god and could make her easily ignore the pain for the pleasure he would give her. Her hand trailed up to stroke one of the blond spikes near his neck. His hair was so beautiful and soft. Cloud partially knew he had that effect on females if he got to close to them, it was an aura he had.. that could make any female crave him regardless. He had a feeling from Evan's words she was trying to say that she was a virgin without directly saying it.. and so he decided to say something in return "well then.. let me show you what you deserve for your first.." He felt her hand against his hair again before he placed his lips onto her neck lightly suckling, nipping on the spot afterwards before letting his lips slide away with a soft pop. "Lead the way.." The young woman let out a soft mewl of pleasure, knowing somehow that the man would make her first time better then she could ever imagine. His lips on her neck made her let out a sigh of pleasure, letting her head tilt so he had more access to her neck. She briefly pouted when he pulled away, nodding and gently leading Cloud by the hand under the deck and to Shadow's room. Once inside she kissed his lips passionately, arms wrapping around him again. seeing the pout a slight gentle laugh escaped Cloud, it was quiet and soft,.. as he slowly followed her towards were she seemed to be heading. The lust within him starting to build up more, and already he was concentrating on making this the best pleasure she had felt, it would probably only take a simple touch of him inside her.. to make her fall into ecstasy.. he had that sort of effect, and he could control numerous factors that would just make it all the better. His own arms held onto her form now as they started to kiss passionately within this room, his tongue sliding into her mouth to meet hers and tangling itself with hers. He tasted amazing, better then anyone she had ever kissed before. Evan held on tighter to Cloud as they kissed, her tongue tangling with his sensually. She wasn't one to normally rush these types of things, but she felt unusually connected to him. Like she had known him for much longer then she really had. As they kissed, she lifted a leg to wrap around his waist, before her other leg joined so she was no longer standing. She was guided more by instinct and lust then by actual experience as her pelvis began grinding against his, moaning eagerly into his mouth. Cloud had instantly slid his arms around her as the kiss had began, and so he continued to hold her as they kissed his tongue dancing with hers, the taste of Evan was better then most humans that he had encountered and so he was glad this was the person he was going to make his own, for his own reasons that is. Gods always had to pick someone among the sort and although they could just create a feeling of pleasure.. in one's self it was never as satisfying as an actual person. As she wrapped her form around him his hand slid a little higher to support her a little as he felt her grind against his own pelvis. It seemed just lust was instinctively controlling her, and already Cloud had made sure it would be more pleasure and pain. Even her first thrust within. would not actually hurt. Slowly the kiss broke before he looked at her with his eyes, "Are you ready.." He was fine with doing everything the way it was now, they did not even need a bed or anything, he would just hold her.. her legs would wrap around his body.. and the rest would continue from there.. When the kiss broke, Evan panted softly and glanced up into Cloud's beautiful blue eyes. She nodded a bit, but then hesitated and looked down briefly. She should probably get down off of him, at least so they could properly remove one another's clothing. She blushed a bit, embarrassed at how aroused she was that she forgot something so simple. "I...er..should I get down and go to the bed? I don't think you can get naked and me naked standing up." Though she had never really seen anyone try to get naked in this position, she was sure they could probably if it really mattered. Cloud only had to briefly think about such a thing, knowing that it would make undressing more complicated if that was the case and so slowly he replied to such a question with the more then expected and realistic answer. "I think that would be a good idea Evan.." He walked the two of them closer to the bed so now she could just drop herself backwards into it. The fighter waited for her to do such a thing before slowly starting to work on his own clothes,.. this would not take to long.. and so first he started removing things from his torso, which showed his form once that was removed.. and then he began to slowly begin working on his pants glancing over at Evan as she seemed to be removing her clothes as well. Evan obediently let her legs go loose so she could drop onto the bed, and then remove her clothes. She started with her shirt, taking off the black top and tossing it to the side. She removed her shoes, then began wiggling out of her pants. When it came to her bra, she hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling a bit shy, her cheeks turning a light pink. However she slowly reached behind her to undo the clasp of her light purple bra that contained her large breasts. She looked up at him sheepishly. Cloud decided to first watch Evan remove her clothes before revealing his body the way it was meant to be shown. The god although did not mind clothes.. did not really wear them often either, their was no need for them but to just fit in more with everyone, he tried to appear normal. The fighters eyes fixed upon her seeing her seemed to get a touch shy as she started to slowly remove her bra that then revealed her breasts to him, a sheepish look seemingly crossing her face just after. Slowly he now removed his own shirt revealing his rather toned body, the pants were the next thing to then go, and then after that his shoes and everything else until only he his boxers remained "Well this is the last bit.." He removed it without hesitation his size of almost 8 inch's showing,.. then again he was a god so it was partially expected to be large.. which luckily if he had not been this would have really hurt for her otherwise.. Evan watched him, almost hypnotized as he finished undressing. Her pink eyes immediately settled between his legs, mouth falling open slightly. He was big, very big. Bigger then the norm for men. She blushed a bit, licking her lips. She wondered what he tasted like...Slowly she shifted her legs, and gently pulled her panties down, sliding them off. She blushed a bit more, and scooted back on the bed. She smiled up at Cloud, sliding her naked form under the covers playfully. "I want you, so get under here with me." He had noticed instantly upon his cock being revealed her eyes had fallen to it, a slight look of surprise crossing her face but then she almost seemed to be hypnotized by the aura of Cloud himself, which was just part of him being a god really, hearing what left Evan's lips he slowly started to walk closer towards the bed the two of them completely naked now, events of pleasure for the both of them about to occur between each other. "You don't have to tell me twice.." A soft smile showed on his face before his eyes tinted with lust, a slight change of expression showing as he now also slid underneath the covers.His lips pressed onto hers almost a little forcefully kissing a little harder then before deepening it, and it was obvious lust had entered him a little, a hand sliding up and down her body a little bit before stopping on her left breast lightly massaging it within his grasp as the kiss continued. Evan noticed the lust tinting Cloud's eyes as he climbed into the bed with her. She was excited though, eager to have him inside of her and claiming her. Luckily she wouldn't have to wait too long. Evan kissed Cloud back, equally rough and lustful. Her mouth parted excited and her tongue moved to tangle with his. A soft moan escaped her, as Cloud's hand wandered up and down her body. Another found her breast, beginning to massage the large thing. She groaned, legs spreading eagerly. The instant he felt Evan's lips part was the moment his tongue joined with hers to tangle with it as his hand continued it's fondling movement. Since there was going to be no worry about pain with the first thrust and seeing how eager she was, Cloud was not going to make her wait, his spare hand now lining his ready erect cock.. it now pointing and rubbing faintly against her eagerly awaiting pussy, this was it.. he pushed his tongue within her mouth a little now tangling the kiss deeper around her tongue before he thrusted within her, feeling most of his cock going inside her before he pulled out half way and then thrusted back in, now his hips started to go back and forth to keep that motion going his spare hand moving to her other breast to give it some of what the other was getting a light groan leaving his mouth entering hers slightly muffled by the kiss. He tasted amazing. It was really all she could register, besides his hand fondling her and further igniting her arousal. She kissed him roughly, one of her hands moving to tangle in his spiky blond hair. However, a small eager little moan escaped her as she felt something rubbing against her entrance. She was pretty sure it was the head of his erection. She pushed her body closer to his, and was rewarded when he thrust about half way into her. Despite her virginity there was no pain, only pleasure. She moaned into his mouth, hips gently rocking upwards to meet his thrusts. She could feel his cock stretching her, even with the thrusts in and out of her she still remained tight around him. "Mmm..Cloud!" Most females if it was not for the god being able to rid of pain would have probably almost be crying right now at how much of his large cock had entered her considering she was only a virgin. But that was the benefit of being a god,. after all they did call Cloud the god of love.. and the reason,.. because he believed in no pain.. but mainly pleasure or just pure happiness. She was rather amazingly tight and so he started to pick up the pace since she would not feel pain.. just the promised pleasure. He himself unfortunately could not use his own power upon himself and so would have to actually experience pleasure.. to manage such a thing, something he knew he could manage with Evan, Evan hoped he was enjoying this as much as she was. Since she had never been with a guy, she really wasn't sure how to tell if he was. Not to mention it probably varied from man to man. She only did the best she could. Her legs moved to wrap around his waist, trying to bring him even closer to her and even deeper inside of her. "Cloud..."She whispered, kissing him gently as she panted. It was slightly obvious that Evan had not really been with a guy before, but that was just making this experience even better knowing he was her first, and that she would remain tight for quite a while.. or so that would be expected anyhow. Feeling her legs wrap around him like they did Cloud managed to go deeper with each thrust, his hips keeping a steady pace which was medium compared to what he could go because even though he was making it purely pleasure for her, he did not want to injure her by making it to rough since his size was larger then the average man. He kissed back lightly moaning into the kiss his hips just continuing their back and forth motions the pace slowly increasing even more.

['Evanthra']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9889/

1X1 Mortal Kombat rp. Son_of_the_Necros and I only.

The setting takes place in the ice realm where it's getting invaded by Shang Tsung and his team and everyone in the ice realm are hiding very clever from Shang Tsung, Scorpion, and Reptile at any cost. A female ice ninja was running away from about 6 ninja's and she quickly jumped up onto a rooftop and hid behind a chimney that was taller then her and she was hiding pretty well from the enemy grasp and they were after her mother's pendent that her mother gave to her to keep it safe from Shang Tsung grasp at any cost. Her name is Tanja sub zero and she is the younger sister of the two sub zero brothers and she senses a very familiar presence near by and hopes that it's not Scorpion at all and she wonders if the enemy would give up or not yet on finding the pendent. Shang Tsung looks around the area and scans Tanja on the rooftop and said to Scorpion, Go onto that rooftop, that is where Tanja is hiding from us and she must have the pendent that were after go now Scorpion and please do hurry up." Tanja's eldest brother knew what Shang Tsung told Scorpion to do and he new this plan will work for sure as long as his good brother didn t interfered at all which he always does, because his good brother is always protective about his younger sister at all times and this usually got on his nerves at all times and he sighed. Name: Tanja Sub zero Age: 25 Race: Human Sex: Striaght Female Bio: She is the youger sister of the two sub zero brothers from Mortal Kombat. Hair: Light black instead of light brown Eyes: blue instead of red Height: 5'5 Act: Tanja Sub zero acts like a pretty good fighter from the ice realm and never let's her guard down at any cost and she watches out for her friends only and the only foe she kind of watches out for is none other then Scorpion. Because Scorpion and Tanja sercertly still have feelings for each other and keeps them well hidden from their friends and enemies. Tanja is also submissive as well. Outfit: She wears a lighter blue and lighter black mortal kombat outfit compared to her two older brother's outfit. She does wear the mask and has a scar underneath her left eye thanks to her enemy Reptile. Allies: Raiden, Johnny Cage, Sonya Blade, Kitana, Liu Kang,and her good brother Sub zero2. Foes: Shang Tsung, Shao Kahn, Metal Smoke, Classic ninja Smoke,Reptile, her eldest brother Sub zero1, and Scorpion. Bio: Tanja has been training ever since she was a child with her ice ninja skills and ice techiques,that she only knew and none of her brothers knew how do to any of her skills or techiques at all. History: Tanja was about 14 years old when her parent's were both killed by Reptile,Scorpion, and her eldest brother which is Sub zero1. Her eldest brother tried to kill her,but thanks to Raiden he shot a bolt of lighting from his hand and knocked out Sub zero1 for a bit and he took Tanja underneath his wings and continued on training her and he helped her face her fear of water and water is not her weakness anymore. She is 25 years old and is a pretty amazing Mortal Kombat Warrior for the Earth Realm. She actually comes from the Ice Realm,but she found a place to live in the earth realm that was to her liking only. This is what Tanja Sub zero looks like ok. Name: Johnny Cage Gender: Straight Male Age: 28 Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Height: 5'7 Bio: Johnny Cage is from Hollywood and he is a movie star from Hollywood. History: Johnny Cage has meant Raiden, Liu Kang,Sonya Blade,Kitana,Sub zero2 and Sub zero2 sister Tanja. Johnny Cage is engaged to Sonya Blade and they both been engaged to each other for 2 whole years and they'll both get married to each other anytime soon. Abities: Johnny Cage is a bit of show off and he uses Shadow kick move,he forms green ball in his hands and throws it at his enemies. Allies: Raiden, Kitana,Liu Kang,Sonya Blade,Sub zero2, and Tanja. Foes: Reptile, Scorpion,Shang Tsung, and Classic Ninja Smoke. This is what he looks like and he wears a shirt all the time over his chest and his muscles. Name: Sub zero2 Age:29 Gender: Straight Male Hair: short jet black hair Eyes: Light blue Bio: Sub zero2 is from the ice realm and he is a bit protective about his younger sister and always keep a close eye on her at all times, to keep their eldest brother away from his sister and also Scorpion as well. History: Sub zero2 meant his younger sister when he came to the earth realm when she was training with Raiden and she is not weak against water at all,she faced her fear of water. Sub zero1 and Sub zero2 are weak against water fire.But Sub zero2 is good and not evil unlike their eldest brother is pure evil. He has a scar over his left eye from Scorpion when he kept his sister safe from Scorpion grasp. Ablities: Sub zero2 can shoot anything with ice and create an ice stuate of himself to trick his oppents or enemies at any cost. Allies: Raiden,Liu Kang, Johnny Cage, Kitana,Sonya Blade,Kung Lao and his sister Tanja. Foes: Shao Kahn, Metal Smoke, Cyraxs,Reptile, Scorpion,his eldest brother Sub zero1, and Goro. This is what he looks like: Scorpion agreed to retrive the pendant, but had no intintion on killing this day...he was bored.Scorpion then unlessed one of the serpents that reside withinhishands and used it as a grapplin hook to scale the wall quickly. Once up on the roof, he scanned the area for the target. Tanja sees Scorpion and she quickly makes a run for it and wished that her good brother would show up and help her out of this situation she has goten herself into this time. Tanja was a pretty fast runner and she jumped from rooftop to rooftop and finally jumped onto the ground and she hid behind some barrels and caught her breath for a few minutes and knew that Scorpion wouldn't give up that easily. Scorpion smiled behind his mask,"this may be fun sfter all." He was quick to pursue her, but stopped on the last roof that she was on looking down into he open area were she could have hidden. Time to play,he said as he unlessed hi three serpentes who slowwly searched he area bellow. Tanja sees the three sepernts exploring the area she is in and she quickly does a back flip and comes out of her hiding spot and she glared at Scorpion and got into her fighting stance and knew that she might be able to knock out Scorpion for a bit,just enough time for her to escape into the Earth Realm to meet up with her friend Johnny Cage.Meanwhile in the shadows of The Ice realm: Sub zero2 has been following his sister and he knew that she'll be in a bit of trouble and knew that their eldest brother will show up anytime soon and he hates it when the enemy goes after his ssiter. Because he is a bit protective about his younger sister all the time and he sighed. Scorpion laughs as he retracks his friends. " finaly, you have decided to stop hideing, this i may enjoy." He then front flips down into the same area that tanya is in. He to asumes his fighting position, but his hand is on the handle of his sword. Tanja placed her hand on the handle of her sword and she said to Scorpion,"Why are you so persistant in trying to take this pendent from me. You'll never succeed with this mission,I always have back up with me at all times,and don't come any closer to me I'm warning you Scorpion." Sub zero2 saw Scorpion and his sister getting ready to fight and he needed to protect his sister at any cost and he knows that Tanja is the only one that can stop another tournament from happing and he ran near his sister and said to Scorpion,"I warned you to stay away from my sister when will learn to stay away from her Scorpion hmm.?" "well well well, if it isnt the iceman himself, i will not stop until i have that pendent for my master...and to anser your question tanja,"he looks in to her eyes,"i honestly dont know what Shang Tsung wants with it." Scorpion starts to walk side to side, pacing in a small radius. Sub zero2 said to Scorpion,"You'll never ever get that pendent at all from my sister Scorpion,you cannot enter into the earth realm and if you even try to enter into the ice realm.Raiden will kill you Scorpion,keep away from my sister and do not try to follow us at all come on sis let's get the blazes out of here." Tanja nods her head and her brother grabs his sister hand and they both run pretty fast and jump into the portal that leads to Earth realm and Tanja said to her brother,"Scorpion will still come after me and try anything to get this pendent from me brother. No matter what tournament comes up,Scorpion always shows up and I wish our mother never gave me this pendent at all,it's nothing but trouble,we better find Johnny Cage brother." Sub zero2 hugged his sister and they both started to look for Johnny Cage in the Earth Realm and tried to figure out where he could be and she sighed. Scorpion stood there for a few moments and laughed to himself. "sub zero, sub zero, sub zero, when will you learn...i wil always follow her." he continues to mumble to himself as he crates a portal to earth and enters it. "know then, lets see who i get toplay with this time.?" Sub zero2 and Tanja both walked into the Earth Realm and ended up in a different area of the Earth Realm and Tanja said ot her brother,"Oh great were in Reptile area this is not a good thing we got to move really fast out of this area,before Scorpion teams up with Reptile and we won't stand a chance against them both,let's keep moving brother ok." Sub zero2 said to his sister,"I do agree with you on that one sis,let's continue on moving through this foggy area then." Tanja kept close to her brother at all times and didn't leave his side at any cost and she was a bit scared now and wishs that she could destory this pendent for once and for all. Scorpion followed the poartal until it ended in a zone not to far from Reptials resting place. "most interesting, why did they came here?" He asked himself as he opened a door that revieled reptial sitting comfortably upon a bone mound re arandged to resemble a throne. "Brother, you have intruders." Scorpion informed to reptial.Reptial smiled behind his mask, and siliva dripped from his fangs Tanja said to her brother,"It's too late now Reptile ninjas are here were way over our heads,why would Raiden send us here is this where the first clue is about this pendent,I'm ready to fight if you are ready to fight as well brother ok." Sub zero2 and Tanja both got into their fighting stance and were ready to take on Reptile ninjas and hoped that they'll both be able to win this warm up fight. 4 minions appered and jump into combat, they were lightly armed and even more lightly trained...but the true villians stood out of sight on top aof a near by crumbled building. Tanja throws some ice balls at two of the aimed ninjas and she knocked them both up and her older brother also does the same thing as well. Tanja said to her brother,"That was too easy,the enemy is up to something but what could it be brother hmm.?" Sub zero2 said to his sister,"Yeah your right that was defeatly too easy and where is Reptile and Scorpion hidign this time. Remember sis that Reptile and Scorpion can both go invisble and sneak attack us both while they are invisable,do not let your guard down at any cost sis ok remember those words that our parent's told us." Tanja nods her head and agrees with her brother advice and she also keeps up her guard at all times. Scorpion giggled out of imusment," your minions are pethetic brother, what have you to say about that?"Reptial hissed, then jjummed down, camoflagding himself with his surroundings, bound to prove that he was better than the Ice ninja. Tanja said to her brother,"Be ready for anything that Reptile or scorpion can throw at us and we'll be ready for what ever they have in mind brother ok." Sub zero2 said to his sister,"Good idea sis and Scorpion is right up on that crumbling building,you keep Scorpion distracted and I'll try to figure out where Reptile is camflunaging in this area ok." Tanja nods her head and likes it when she knew how to distract Scorpion at all times and she quickly climbs up to where Scorpion is and she forms an ice ball and hits Scorpion with it and she get's ready to fight. Scorpion melted off the frost that remained on his body," you know that that ice trick of yours only makes me irritaded... i like things a little warmer for my tastes." As he pulls off his mask, reviling his untainted face, then a line of flame bursts from his mouth.REptial stood still as he watched Sub zero pass back and forth looking for him.reptial then spat his acid towards sub zero. Tanja defelcts Scorpion flames and said to him,"Just like old times where we use to train against each other as kids, and I always know how to keep you distracted. I learned from Raiden and I have a bit of tricks up my sleeve Scorpion." Sub zero2 creates an ice staute of himself and the acid hits the ice staute and Sub zero2 throws an uppercut punch against Reptile and lifts him up into a tree and Sub zero2 smirked a little. Reptial recoverd, and windmille licked towards sub zero2, meanwhile...Sorpion was in awe as Tanja had indeed learned some new tricks, "indeed you have, but so have i" as his serpent swiftly wrapped around anja's left foot and lifted her off of the ground, she was now face to face with scorpoin who held a smile as he held up his hand that grew small blue flames. "Dont worry, this wont hert atall. Tanja quickly spinned herself around and she createrd an icy torondo move and she manage to slip out of Scorpion's grasp and jumped about 8inches away from him to see if he could escape her icy torondo move. Sub zero2 knocks out Reptile and jumps up to his sister and said ot her,"Let's get the blazes out of here Retpile is knocked and looks like Scorpion is a bit occuiped by your icy torondo move. time to split." Tanja and her brother both jumped through the portal and it leaded them both a safe place in the earth real mwhich was at a market of some kind and they both sighed and knew that Reptile would wake up in about 20 minutes and Scorpion would escape from Tanja's icy torondo in about 10 minutes. Scorpion let the fires of hell melt the tornado away, then he saw reptial out cold a few stories below him. "you are such a weakling brother. where did they go now? scorpion looked around and could sence the portal...but not where it could have gone. Tanja said to her brother,"We finally made it to the market and look up ahead it's our friend Johnny Cage let's say hi to him please brother.?" Sub zero2 and his sister ran up to Johnny and said to him,"Hey Johnny Cage long time no see,and how have you been doing hmm.?" Johnny Cage shook Sub zero2 hand and he gently hugged Tanja and said to them both,"I've been doing pretty good and I got Raiden message that their is another Mortal Kombat Tournament happing and looks like we must help each other out again and where is the tournament being held this time hmm.?" Shang Tsung appeared and handed Reptile an invition to the tournament and handed one ot Scorpion and said to him,"Give this last invition to Sub zero1 you'll find him in a deep sleep in the bottom of the Lin Kuel Ice temple if you three work together,no one can stop you three at all go now and find sub zero1 Scorpion." Scorpion bowed to accept the invitation, then whated for reptial and opened a portal diectly to the room that sub zero slept. "it is time to wake up brother, we are to have much fun this time around." scorpion laughed aloud as Sub Zero began to wake and smile, anticapatiing the fun that awates them. Tanja said to her brother and Johnny Cage,"How can we defeat that team that Reptile,Scorpion, and our eldest brother join forces,were no match against them at all,any ideas on how to defeat that team hmm.?" Sub zero2 and Johnny Cage looked at Tanja and said to her,"Your the key to defeat the leader of that team and I think the leader is Scorpion,your the only one that might have a chance to defeat Scorpion or knock him out pretty badly Tanja." Tanja looked at them both and said to them,"Oh great why must I always go against Scorpion for,why can't one of you go against him instead of me,oh great,could anything go wrong next." As soon as Tanja said that the portal opened up and they saw Reptile,Scorpion, and Sub zero1 entering into this area and the three them ran and hid away from the enemy. " why is it that this realm allwys smells so...so, alive?" Scorpion asked his bothers as the two started to unlesh there elemental atacks. Scorpion smells the air again,"much better, fear and chaos. Johnny Cage,Sub zero2 and Tanja heard people in the Earth realm running away and all three of them ran into the direction where the people of Earth Realm running away and scared of the evil trio. Johnny Cage said to his friends,"Why must those three always cause a problem in Earth Realm for,the tournament hasn't even started yet,hopefully Raiden can knock those three out for the time being and whom is going to take on whom hmm.?" Sub zero2 glared at Reptile and said to Johnny Cage,"I'll deal with that acid ninja and you deal with Scorpion and Tanja will deal with our eldest brother ok." Tanja looked at her good brother and she hated going against their eldest brother and she sighed. Scorpion saw the three standing not to far from his postion, and snuck away from the other two who were still having fun causing maham. Scorpion took the long route to approch the good 3 from behind... not to cause harm, only to talk. Johnny Cage looks around and wonders where Scorpion went to and he shrugged his shoulders and was ready to fight and Sub zero2 felt Scorpion behind them and he looked at his sister and he quickly sees Scorpion right behind his sister and he was filled with a bit of anger and hatered towards Scorpion. "befor you bother to attack, i wish only to chat." Scorpion unstraps his katana and leans it against the wall next to him. "I am starting to question Shoa Long's obsession over that amulet"he points to Tanlas neck" and to sect for thwe record... i brought my brothers here to relaes some suspistion." Johnny Cage said to Scorpion,"None of us know what this amulet can do not even me,Sub zero2 or even Tanja knows the sercert of this amulet. Their must be away to go back in time to find out what that Amulet can truly do." Tanja sees another portal opening up and she slightly cursed underneath her breath and began to run away right away and she has no idea why. Sub zero2 said to Johnny and Scorpion,"You two talk I got to see what got my sister a little bit spooked up or scared see ya later." Tanja stops running and she hates it when everyone is after her amulet all the time,even the two warriors from Edna are possed about that amulet. Sub zero2 said to Johnny Cage,"I'm not fast enough to catch up with my sister,something is really troubling her I wish I knew what it could be hmm.?" Scorpion was unaware of the portal, and kept all attintion on Johnny..." you killed me in the previus tornement, but i hold no grudes... for the strong survive, and the weak grow stronger." Sub zero2 said to Johnny Cage and Scorpion,"Enough you two, we got company and one of you must find my sister before Rain or Ermac find her,but I forgot which one is more faster now oh great." Tanja ran into the alleyway and it was a dead end and she looked around to try to figure out away out this situation and she sighed. Rain and Ermac both cornered Tanja and Rain said to her,"Hand over that amulet to us right now,Shao Kahn is possed with your amulet hand it over right now Tanja,we do not want to hurt you at all,just coopearte with us right now Tanja.?" Tanja glared at them both and she said to them both,"You'll never get your hands on this amulet at allstay away from me Rain and Ermac,I'm warning you both." Rain and Ermac both slowly walked towards to her and Tanja quickly sees away out of this situation once again and she looks up towards a broken ladder and she knew how to create anything out of ice. Scorpion was shocked by Sub zero2's words, if Ermac and Rain where hear, then that means trouble for his brothers and the other 3 as well. Last i recall, i am the faster of us, plus, i know a few tricks of my own," as flames ignited scorpion and died down into a pill of ashes. Only a few seconds later, he rose from a small flame atop of the building that overlooked Tanja and the two deadly warriors. Tanja quickly does a back flip and she back flips onto the broken ladder and she climbs up the ladder and looks down at Ermac and Rain and she slightly smirked a bit at them both. Ermac and Rain were a bit ticked off that Tanja tricked them and they followed her and Eramc almost grabbed Tanja and he grabs a hold of her wrist and said to her,"Nice try girl,but your out numbered,just give us the amulet and I won't hurt you at all I promise." Tanja said to them both,"I'll never give this amulet to anyone evil,I promise my parent's I'd keep it safe from anyone evil grasp and I'm not going to break my parent's promise at all Ermac and Rain." Ermac and Rain both sensed Scorpion presence and kept a tight grip onto Tanja's wrist to see what Scorpion will do or react. Scorpion acted quickly, by teleporting behind rain and placing his open palm against her temple. He whisled towards ermac to get his atention. " hello again, i do think you are in a situation that requires a trade, dont you think so Rain?" He says beside her face as the serpents start to get uneasy. Ermac and Rain both glared at Scorpion and they both release their grips on Tanja's wrist and said to Scorpion,"When Shao Kahn or Shang Tsung finds out that you saved this girl,you'll be wanted dead in Outworld next time we meet again,you won't be so lucky Scorpion." Tanja shakes her left wrist and she didn't say anything at all to Scorpion at all and she just kept quiet for a bit. Meanwhile: Johnny Cage and Sub zero2 manage to get away from Reptile and Sub zero1 and they both made it onto the boat and hoped that Tanja would hurry up and not get left behind at all. Tanja looked at scorpion and said to him,"Why did you save me for,your going to be wanted dead by Shao Kahn and now Shao Kahn knows what your weakness is now and he'll use me to lure you into a trap of some kind, But anyway thanks for saving me from those two,I have to get onto the boat now see ya around Scorpion." Scorpion Grabbed her wrist, a little lighter than Ermac had previusly, and pulled her in beside him, face to face. "How do you know this is not a way for me to get the amulet for myself...hmmm, Besides, Jonny and ice boy are waiting for you, hang on" Scorpion Again used his teleportation ability and warped on to the boat where sub zero2 and jonny awaited, he then relaesed her wrist. Tanja looked at Scorpion and said to him,"Oh yeah I never thought of that,but just becareful at this tournament and always watch your back when we get to Skull Island Scorpion." Tanja was glad that Scorpion let go of her wrist and she was glad that Scorpion grip on her wrist wasn't as tight as Ermac and Rain grips were. Sub zero2 hugged his sister and was glad that she was alright and he knew what challenges they'll all be facing in this tournament. Johnny Cage was also glad that Tanja was alright too and all three of them headed into their cabins and tried to figure out what the engraving on the back of Amulet that their parent's must of engraved some kind of a poem or a riddle. Scorpion Opened a portal and stepped into it, exiting on the beach of skull island, where Reptial and Sub zero waited for him...reptial"where did you go brothhherr?", "He has a point, Ermac said you betrayed us."Scorpion was in shock that they had already gatherd intel on the subject, but reacted quickly. "Bothers, shurly you understand that i was wanting the amulet for us, and i almost had it , but those two interupted me." The boat arrives to Skull Island and all of the Mortal Kombat warriors got off the boat and Tanja's brother got off the boat first of all then her and then Johnny Cage. All three of them looked around the area of where they got off and Johnny Cage hasn't told Tanja and Sub zero2 that his wife Sonya Blade died in a fight in order to protect Johnny Cage and her friends from death and he sighed. Sub zero2 and Tanja looked at Johnny Cage and said to him,"Is something wrong Johnny what happened to Sonya is she alright,please tell us what happened to her please.?" Johnny Cage said to them both,"Sonya Blade died in a fight against Barka in order to keep us safe,she put up a pretty good fight and she died with honour. She has be gone for 2 years now I still miss her so much,now you both know what happened to Sonya Blade,let's head inside please.?" Sub zero2 and Tanja nodded their heads and Johnny Cage stayed close to Tanja,just like her brother is staying close to her as well and they all headed inside to the building and headed to all of their own rooms. Tanja also knew that she better watch her back as well as her brother does and also Johnny Cage too. Scorpion finished explaining that lie two his brothers, and reptial camoflagded and went to scout for god fight locations, and sub zero walked towards he temple to turn in the 3's invites. scorpion wanted to chat with Tanja for a bit, so he teleported behind the main desk and looked up her room , then teleported again into her room just before she entered Tanja entered into her room and she was a bit shocked that Scorpion was in her room and she slowly backed away from him and said to him,"If Johnny Cage,my brother,Reptile and my eldest brother knew that you were in my room,we'll both be wanted for betrayal and why are you in my room for Scorpion hmm.?" Sorpion replied with a slit grin, i just wanted to talk, besides...my brothers are busy with there orders, and your brother and friewnd are tired, probably asleep by now." Scorpion walked over to the walk out balcony and stood arms crossed at the railing. "What do you remimber about your parents?" Tanja looked at Scoprion and said to him,"All that I can remember about my parent's,is that they were both really good Mortal Kombat warriors thta kept my brother's and I safe from harm. They mainly kept me safe,because my real parent's abandoned me in some kind of a realm that a warrior almost tried to kill me. Then all of a sudden I saw two other ninjas tha killed the warrior,that tried to kill me when I was only about 5 years old. These two ninjas that saved my life took me in and adopted me as their daughter. I know that my eldest brother and good brother were my step brother's,they made me feel safein the ice realm,I was living with them. Then when I was about 12 years old the ice realm was invaded by eldest brother and you joined forces with him. You and my brother almost killed me,but I have no idea how I survived at all,I wish I could remember more,but I can't Scorpion." Scorpion stood in silence as he thought to himself and came to the conclustion that would mean that he would have to betray his own brother, but in doing so, two pluss would come out of it... one, protect the child that would end all mortal kombat tournements, and to kill his elder brother sub zero. But how to explain this to the good teams he wounderd. Tanja looked at Scorpionand she thinks inside of her mind,"I said too much info about my life,if Johnny Cage and my good brother found what I told Scorpion about my life,I'll be in trouble for sure oh well." Tanja heard her good brother coming to her room and she said to Scoprion,"You better hide my good brother is not far from my room,you must hide from him so he won't know that your in my room,please hide Scorpion ok." scorpion was startled, then dropped to the ground and rolled under the bed...the most common hiding place in any room...and slowwed his breath sow that noone could notice that he was in there. SUb zero2 entered into his sister room and said to her,"Are you sure your up for this tournament,even though Reptile,Scorpion and our eldest brother will be mainly after you,are you sure you are up for this challenge sis hmm.?" Tanja said to her brother,"I'm up for this tournament and don't forget that I saved Scorpion son life from Goro before Goro could kill his son. He is safe with Raiden,I knew that I had to save Scorpion's son life. I can handle any challenge brother don't worry about me brother go and get some rest I'll be fine ok go." Sub zero2 hugged his sister and left his sister room and closed the door behind him and he walked back to his room. Tanja said to Scorpion,"The cost is clear now,my brother has left my room,you can come out of your hiding spot Scorpion." Scorpion slowly poked out his headm just to make sure, then completly came out of the hiding spot. "You still remember when you saved my son, how sweet...how is he doing?" he asked i a senceir voice. Tanja said to Scorpion,"Your son is doing really well,Raiden has taught him everything he needs to know about how to survive in this world now a days and when this tournament is over with ,you can see your son and let him stay with you for the rest of his life Scorpion. You are lucky that you didn't get caught by my brother at any cost,and why else did you sneak into my room for hmm.?" Scorpion paused and placed his finger on his massk in a thinking like matter,"Know then, why else did i caome here?...", he then looked towards Tanja. "I was going to inform you and your brother that i am changing sides, for the greater good." Tanja said to Scorpion,"Thanks for informing me that you are changing sides,but if Reptile and my eldest brother found out you were on the good side,they'll try to kill me first or you first Scorpion. I'm not sure if my good brother and Johnny Cage will like that idea of you fighting for good Scorpion." My brothers are unawair of my actions, and regretfully...i will betray them by killing them, besides sub zero has been asking for it every since he killed me." I will talk to you again rely soon," scorpion promised with a innocent look on his face as he teleported away leaving behid a small pile of ash. Tanja watched Scorpion teleported away and she picks up the small ashes that he left behind and she crawled into her bed and she slowly closes her eyes and she drifts off to sleep for a bit.Johnny Cage said to Sub zero2,"How are we going to defeat the enemy,the enemy has goten more stronger then last time any of us fought against the enemy. Any ideas or stragies you have in mind Sub zero2?" Sub zero2 said to Johnny Cage,"I am working on a stragy for all of us,it takes time and I'm getting some sleep now good night Johnny Cage." Sub zero2 left Johnny Cage room and walked into his own room and he fell right asleep on his bed and slept until when ever morning comes along. Johnny Cage leaves his room and walks over to the cliff and he sits down on a rock and he does some thinking about his life and promised Sonya Blade he'll avenge her death. Scorpion had many things to due, and first was to get rid of his two brothers. He warped into the room the the 3 were to share, only to find Reptial redecurating by tearing the place to hell. "where is our cold hearted brother Reptial?" and reptial replied in his serpentian voice,''how do they say, he is chilling elswere.'' Reptial laughed at his remark then asked ''why do you as...'' but could not finish due to the fact that sccorpions katana had completlly cut reptial's headoff of his shoulders. "Now then, where would i be if i did not want to be distured?" Scorpion asked himself before he teleported away. Tanja quickly woke up from her sleep and she ran towards where Johnny Cage was sitting and she sees her eldest brother and she runs and tackles her eldest brother away from Johnny Cage and they both tumble down the hill and onto the beach. Tanja's eldest brother glared at his sister and said to her,"You have always protected your friends from me and this time you'll never be able to save your friends ever againyour time is up sis." Tanja dodges her eldest brother most powerful attack and she forms an icy torondo and the icy tornodo spins around her eldest brother nad knocks him into a tree and he was knocked out for a bit. Tanja slightly winches in pain with her right shoulder blade and knew that she'll get told off by her good brother and also by Johnny Cage as well. Scorpion re appeared over looking the short sceanand laughed lighly in amusment. "She real has grown up, but has she grown enough to handle the tournament?" Scorpion asked himself as he sat down to watch watch to see what else happens down bellow. Tanja's eldest brother said to her,"You have grown up a lot more then last time I saw you and how did you learn that move whom taught you that sis hmm.?" He formed an ice ball and threw it at his sister and Tanja quickly dodges the attack and sees that her eldest brother was gone agian and she hated when he does that and winches in pain with her right shoulder blade. Johnny Cage quickly ran to where Tanja was and said to her,"Why did you save me for you didn't have to do that,but thanks Tanja,you are hurt aren't you. Your good brother isn't going to be too happy about this oh well." Tanja nods her head to agree with Johnny Cage words and she leans on Johnny Cage shoulder to help her get up from the ground. Scorpion was enraged, and surprised, for his brother had fought, and fleed from the fight as soon as it had begun. "well, well, well...it looks like you are still a coward when there is more than one opponent who possesses a threat. Oh well, time for you to die." as he stands up and walks towards the balcony that conects to his room and waits above reptials corpse for his brother. Johnny Cage helps Tanja into her room and her good brother was their and said to her,"You shouldn't of faced our eldest brother on your own sis,you know how dangerous it can be,I'm glad that you are alright sis and you are hurt aren't you sis. I'll be back I have to enter into Scorpion area which is a forest and in the forest of Scorpion their is ap lant that is a healing herb,I'll be back with that plant and Johnny keep an eye on her at al ltimes ok." Johnny Cage and Tanja both nodded their heads and they watched sub zero2 leave and jump into thep ortal that leaded to Scorpion forest and he hoped that he wouldn't have to encounter him at any cost. Sub zero2 arrives in Scorpion's forest and looks around the forest for the healing herb plant and he knew that he might regret in coming here nad he sighed. Scorpion waited and waited, and waited. Thats it, i am going to get the Clawed root lant for tanja's shoulder, as e warps into the forest only feet from sub zero2. Sub zero2 looks at Scorpion and he said to him,"I'm just looking for the healing herb to help my sister out and I do not want to fight you at all Scorpion and where is this healing herb plant in your forest hmm.?" Scorpion looked at sub zero2 curiosly, then reached under a rotting log. "There are dangers in trying to find the Clawed root plant, and one of these dangers is this." scorpion rises his hand and reviled the plant, but along side it, a back mamba. " this is the most deadly snake in the world...luckly for me, i am already dead." Scorpion then threw the asnake into the forest and handed sub zero2 the plant.Boil the leaves and root into a tea, and give it to tanja. She will need some sleep and she will be ready to fight in the morning." Sub zero2 said to Scorpion,"Um thanks for the info about that snake is dangerous and of course I'll boil the leaves and root in hot water and turn it to tea,thanks for the help and see ya around Scorpion." Sub zero2 jumps back into the portal and he arrives back in his sister room and boils the root and leaves in hot water and makes it into a tea and hands his sister a cup of tea. Tanja drinks the tea and it actually tasted kinda good and she was done drinking the tea and she laid down on her bed and slowly closed her eyes and she begin to rest for a while. Johnny Cage and Sub zero2 leave Tanja's room and return back to their own room and hoped that this will work. Scorpion stood in the forest for a moment, he didnt even notice that i said it was for Tanja...leave it to the ice clan to miss the noticable. scorpion wallked around for a while then at sunrise, went to the hotel to face Sub zero...and join the good team. Tanja woke up from her sleep and her right shoulder was not in pain anymore and she leaves her room and walks into the hall of fame that other mortal kombat warriors have succeeded with their victory or none at all didn't win any victory at all. Tanja's eldest brother smirked at his sister nad knew that she walked right into his trap and about 4 Lin Kuel ninjas all appeared and surronded Tanja and Tanja glared at her eldest brother and needed to figure away out of this mess. Scorpion was walking up the stairs when he senced a cnge in the rooms core tempture. He then released a serpent to spie what was around the corner. The serpent returned and the intel was transferred,"why dose he persue her, his orders was to find out the players weaknesses. Scorpion lept behind two of the four ninja and set them ablaze. Sub Zero1 glared at Scorpion and said to him,"I know what your weakness is,i had one of my ninjas spy on you all this time and you didn't even notice or sensed my spy at all. How could of you let your guard down all this time,you are weak and once the amulet is in my grasp,I'll make sure you are the first one to die at the hands of Quan Chi that framed Tanja for killing your parent's about many years ago. I have won this round Scorpion." Sub zero1 looked at his sister and said to her,"Hand over the amulet to me or else our brother and Johnny Cage will both die your choice Tanja I'll let you decide." Tanja looked at Scorpion and then at her eldest brother and said to him,"Here is the amulet you have won this round,but next round you won't be so lucky brother." The lin kuel ninja took Tanja's amulet and handed it over to Sub zero1 and they all disappeared and Tanja looked at Scorpion and she runs away and knew that she shouldn't of done that at all. "Tanja!!!" Scorpion started to run after her, but he was hellbent on retriving the amulet before his brother could deliver it. so he opened a portal that intercepted Sub zeros...canceling both of them, and warping them into the realm of shadows."At last, i get the pleasure of killing you!'' Scorpion yelled as he unleashed his hellish flames and hurled a massive fire ball towards Sub zero. Sub zero1 glared at Scporpion and he dodges Scorpion attack and Sub zero1 manage to free Quan Chi and Quan Chi caught up with Rain and Ermac and they were thinking of what their next move is going to be. Sub zero1 said to Scorpion,"It's too late now Quan Chi is free once again and he is in hiding you'll never find Quan Chi and why must you always protect my younger sister for hmm? She'll never be your true love,and why would she want to be with you,after the problems thta is between me and my good brother hmm.?" My buisness is of my own dear brother, and there will be no more problems between your and your clan anymore." scorpion leaped into combat punching and kicking as best as he could to defeat his brother. Sub zero1 blocked all of Scorpion's punches and kicks and he threw some ice punches at Scorpion to see how far he could get Scorpion really ticked off at him. Tanja remained in her hidden room in the tournament and the only people thta know where she is hiding is her good brother and Johnny Cage are the only two that know where she always hide.becuase she knows that she'll be in a bit of trouble with her brother only and she sighed. scorpion brush off the frost that remained on his tunic,"that was uncalled for" as he scrame and then unleashed a combo that involved several kicks, then a swipping of his sword towards sub zero's chest. Sub zero withdrew his sword and his sword clashes with Scorpion sword and said to him,"You always think you know everything about my family and especially about my sister Tanja and why were you helping her out for,hoping that she'll crawl back to you and you two be together,ha that will never ever happen ever again,because Rain likes her alot and you also like her a lot as well Scorpion." Sfcorpion was enraged by his brothers words, and he set his sword aflame, causeing it to melt through sub zeros, and cuting his left arm. "She will not be harmed by Rain, even if i must kill Rain myself, after you of course!! Scorpion then unleshed two of three serpents to attack and sever the tendins just above his heels. Sub zero1 cursed and said to Scorpion,"No one knows where Tanja is hiding,the only two people that know where my sister is hidng is only Sub zero2 and Johnny Cage,and what makes you think that they'll tell you where she is Scorpion.You are no different from me,we both like killing innocent people thta didn't do anything wrong,you'll never change Scorpion." Scorpion scrame in detest. "NO brother, i can have changed, for i now claim the winning side the good side." Scorpion raised his katana, "And that is why you are going to die dear brother...my your soul melt in the pitts of hell." Scorpion then followed with a arc with the blade, severing sub zeros head from his body. Johnny Cage looked around the arena and he walked into a hidden door nad he pushed it open and it leaded him right to where Tanja was hiding and he closes the door behind him and said to her,"It's not your fault for what happened with the amulet at all Tanja. I understand if you didn't hand the amulet over to the evil side,we'd be all dead Tanja it's not your fault ok trust me." Tanja looked at Johnny Cage and said ot him,"Yes it is my fault,and if my good brother finds out what happened he'll be yelling at me and I don't like it when he yells. Because when he yells he reminds of our eldest brother Johnny. Oh great Scorpion killed our eldest brother and this is not going to end well Johnny I'l lbe fine please just leave me alone ok please leave Johnny." Johnny Cage nods his head and he leaves the sercert room that Tanja is defeatly hiding in and knew thta Scorpion will ask him where Tanja is. Scorpion was cleaning his blade when he remimberd that Rain knew knew that jonny knew where Tanja was hideng, so he warped to the arena and began to find jonny. Johnny Cage sees Scorpion and he thinks inside of his mind,"Oh great why must I tell Scorpion where Tanja is, oh great why me and he sighed." He sat on the ground in the arena and let's Scorpion come over and talk to him. Scorpion saw Johny sitting, and crossed the arena to get to him. He stopped about 10ft from johny to be sure of there saftey. "Where is she?" Scorpion asked with unpatience Johnny Cage said to Scorpion,"She is hiding in the hiden room that her brother and I only know exactly where she is,please follow me and not sure if Tanja is in a good mood or not,right this way." Johnny Cage leaded Scorpion to the hiden room and he opens the door up and said to Scorpion,"Good luck in keeping her calm she still blames herself for the amulet going in the wrong hands and she is a bit upset,and you'll need all the luck you can get see ya Scorpion." Johnny leaves the room and closes the door behind Scorpion and Tanja and hoped that Scorpion could calm Tanja down. Scorpion walked up to Tanja and stood beside her, "Your eldest brother is no more, but Quin Chi is back. Listen, it was not your fault for losing the amulet." Scorpion tried his best to calm her down. Tanja looked at Scorpion,"I know that my eldest brother is no more,I saw how you killed him and if my good brother finds out you killed our eldest brother no telling if he'll stay good or let the hatered towards you take contorl of his body,you have no idea what my good brother is capable of. Yes it is my fault for losing the amulet and nothing is going to be able to calm me down at all. I know that Quan Chi is back Johnny Cage told me already and I cannot help you guys fight against Quan chi and his team,you,Johnny and my brother are on your own for the next fight. I'm not strong enough to go onto the next challenge at all good luck to you Scorpion." Tanja looked away from Scorpion and she did not say another word at all. Scorpion was about to speak, but remained quiet, for she needed to figure out her path. Scorpion then turned around anoud opened the door, then shut it behind him. "Take me to sub zero2 Johny." Johnny Cage looked at Scorpion and said to him,"As you wish Scorpion,don't kill him,at all,Sub zero2 can keep his evil side under more control then his eldest brother ever could. Tanja would never betray you at all,if she ever did betray you,the only way to make her keep her anger under control is that if you tell her how you truly feel about her she needs to know Scorpion." Johnny Cage leaded him to Sub zero2 and Sub zero2 looked at them both and said to them both,"Don't worry I won't attack you both I'm not like my eldest brother that is dead now thanks to you Scorpion." Tanja laid down on the bed in the hidden room and she slowly closed her eyes and went into an ice colma that mosty ice ninjas always go into to try to figure which path they should take. Sub zero2 quickly jumped up and said to Johnny and Scorpion,"Oh great my sister went into an icy colma no telling when she'll get out of it we got to help her." Scorpion held out his hand in a stop motion, i killed your brother because he would not stop, Tanja needs to choose her path for herself...and i have come to you to ask if you would acept me as a replacment for Tanja during the tournement to ensure her saftey. Johnny Cage looked at Sub zero2 and Sub zero2 said to Scorpion,"I do see your point their,my eldest brother was always possed trying to make Tanja turn evil but she refused and my eldest brother never succeeded with that plan of his. Fine you can replace Tanja for the time being,but before we continue onto the next challenge I need to speak with Tanja and I'm the only one that can comuitcate with her when she is in her icy colma state.She is the only that knows where we must go to next let's pay Tanja a visit shall we let's go." Sub zero2 walks by Scorpion and Johnny Cage follows him and wonders if Scorpion will follow them both or not. Scorpion did not argue, but he followed as they entered the hidden area that was now a ice cave. "Can you handle this tempturature Johny?" Scorpion asked trying to litten the mood. Johnny Cage said to Scorpion,"Yeah I can handle this tempture can't you Scorpion?" Sub zero2 knelt down by his sister and he somehow manges to contact her and Tanja wrote down where the next challenge was in her mind and her brother nods his head and said to Johnny and Scorpion,"The next challenge is in the Netherrealm where the fights are more harder to try to win then here on this Island Scorpion and Johnny. Hopefully fate will be on our side again let's head to the netherrealm shall we.?" Tanja remained still in her icy colma and she tries her hardest to figure which path she should take the cowardly path or the path to help her friends out. Scorpion was able to aid the group by warping the 3 of them to the neitherrealm. He then inhaled the stail air and exhaled as if it was fresh. "Like home, but it is missing brimestone." Sub zero2 said to Scorpion,"I have never been to the Netherrealm this is my first time being here,you can lead us around this relam since you know your way around here Scorpion." Johnny Cage felt a bit unease about something and he quickly saw Ermac entering back to Earth realm on skull Island and he had a bad feeling that Tanja is more in danger then they are. Ermac reentered into the hidden room and he sees Tanja asleep in her icy colma and he knew what his orders were by Quan chi to place this bracelet around her wrist so she could attack Scorpion and be under the enemy control for a bit. Tanja knew which path she should take and she wakes up from the colma and blocks the bracelet from being placed onto her wrist and sent Ermac flying into a wall and knocked him out for a bit. She left the hidden room and jumped through the portal to the Netherrealm and remained hidden in the shadows and kept her presence well hidden from her friends. Ermac eventually regain his conicuess and he slightly cursed that Quan Chi plan didn't work at all. Crorpion wasn't worried about Ermac, but he was not at ease, for there was more activities here at the neither realm than ever before. "The next rounds will be held near a sutable vantage point, that means the tournement will be heald at the ruins of the colusium of ancheit rome." Scorpoin directed them towards the ruins and re enterd himselfs as a switch for Tanja. Tanja thinks inside of her mind,"They'll need my help with the fights that lie ahead of them all." Tanja put's a white cloak over her outfit and pulls the cloak hood over her head nad she grabs her ice ninja mask and palces it over her mouth so no one will know whom she is. After the re entery, Scorpoin readied himself for the chalenges ahead. "Soon they will giveout our opponents, then the killing will begin." Scorpion smiled behind his mask as he thought to himself. "Killing for the good side, i wonder how this will fell?" Tanja continued on remaining hiden in the shadows for the others and she made sure that no one reconizes her at all and she knew whom the oppents were going to be in this new challenge and she sighed. The announcer said to everyone,"Frst fight will be Sub zero2 vs. Classic Ninja Smoke and let the fight begin right now may the best warrior win. Let the fight begin." Classic Ninja Smoke smirked at Sub zero2 and he shot a speared rope towards Sub zero2 ankle to trip him. Sub zero2 sees that move and he dodges the attack and shoots a ball of ice at Ninja Smoke to make him loose his balance for a change. Ninja Smoke get's hit by the ice ball and he goes flying into the wall and he get's back up again and whisltes and about 6 of his ninjas show up and surrounded Sub zero2 to see what he'll do. Sub zero2 couldn't do much because Johnny Cage and Scorpion were a bit busy fighting against other ninjas and Sub zero2 slightly cursed underneath his breath and wished he had back up. Ninja Smoke disappears form the fight and he slowly appears not too far from Sub zero2 and watched him to try to get out of this mess if he could or not. Tanja sees this and she creates an icy torondo move and takes out the 6 ninjas that had her brother surrounded and they alll turned to ice and Tanja quickly went back into the shadows and was glad that she was able to help her brother out. Sub zero2 sees Ninja Smoke and he throws a lot of punches and kicks and he finishes off Ninja Smoke by freezing him to death and kicked him in half. The winner said to everyone,"The winner is Sub zero2 fatatly,well done Sub zero2,we'll be takign about an hour break and whomever that mysterious warrior was,he sure knows to help others up well done and enjoy your break all of you." Scorpion sighed as the fight ended,"I was just getting warmed up." He then turned to sub zero2 and asked retorically "I wonder who could of attacked with an ice tornado and aided you?" Scorpion laughed at his sarcasm, then started to scan the area for Tanja, as he knew that she was awake. Sub zero2 said to Scorpion,"It must of been my sister that aided me in this fight,and if she is finally awake and knew what path she choose to help us out,she must be in more danger then any of use. If that was my sister,she usually hangs down by the beach inside a small cave she must be training in,good luck in finding her Scorpion." Meanwhile in the small cave on the Beach: Tanja was training non stop and knew that her skills will be very useful to her friends and she was unaware that Scorpion was looking for her and she sighed. Scorpion hadspent anhour already searching the shoreline for the cave that Sub zero2 had mentioned, and was about to leave and get back to killing for the good team, when he passed a small creaves that had a cold breeze passed and struck scorpion like a kick in the gut. "Well then, i found her at last... but there is no need to interupt her training", Scorpion then peeked around the corner and watched as Tanja practiced her fighting skills. Tanja stopped practing her ninja training and she hates it when she must hide from the enemies and also her friends in this realm and she sighed. Tanja quickly turns around and she quickly sees Scorpion peeking around the corner and she was a bit startled and calmed herself down. Scorpion walked beside Tanja and laughed, "You are so easly starteld, are you always this shy of your skills?" Tanja said to Scorpion,"I always get startled very easily you should know that Scorpion. I have to remain hiden in this realm,good luck to you in the tournament Scorpion." Scorpion felt something there that he couldnt fell ever since he was mortal...he felt cared for. "I will leave now, but be careful." Tanja said to Scorpion,"I'm always careful,you also becareful as well,hopefully none of our enemies will know where I am hiding,and keep a close eye on Johnny Cage and my brother,and hope you guys win this tournament for good." "I will keep fighting, the mortal Jonny might get through this, and your brother is strong, be on gaurd " Scorpion the left catuisly, and made his way back to the fighting grounds. Tanja watched Scorpion leave and she knew that he was right that Johnny Cage will make it and her older brother is strong as well as Scoprion was strong too and she sighed. Scorpion fought with pride during his next fight, finishing off a cyborg by melting it into a puddle of slag. He then turned to Jonny, "So then, have you learned any new moves?" Johnny Cage said to Scorpion,"Yes I have learned a new move and I'll be fighting next,I learned a cool move with a bo staff and my shadow kick both combine together Svorpion.It's a powerful move that can defeat an enemy and also finish the enemy off as well." I would like to see you do such a move", Scorpion relaxed upon a pillar and waited for the announcer to call up Jonny. Johnny sees his oppent he is facing which is Rain and he slightly cursed underneath his breathe,hoping he'll be able to defeat Rain at any cost and remembered which two moves to combine together thta was a powerful combination. Rain get's ready to fight and he charges at Johnny Cage and throws a combine of punches and Johnny Cage blocks all of Rain punches and he trips rain down and withdrew his bo staff and did his shadow kick move and Rain was really weak and Johnny did a shadow kick move and defeated Rain with his finishing move. The annoucer said to everyone,"The winner is Johnny Cage Fatatily." SCorpion was glad that he wore a mask, for his jaw was droped in awe. When Jonny came back Scorpion said to him "Well done, a bit flashy, but affective." Johnny Cage said to Scorpion,"Thank you for the comment you gave me Scorpion,let's find Sub zero2 and see whom he is fighting against let's go Scorpion,or if you have somewhere else to be,it doesn't matter to me what you do at all Scorpion,you have a life of your own as well as me,Sub zero2 and Tanja do." Scorpion Stood still at the comment of life, for he was isdead, and yet he still walks within the living worlds...''i think i am goin to the shore to meditate for a while, come and get me if the call for me will you?'' SCorpion then went to the beach and began to think of his life back when he was alive. Johnny Cage said to him,"Of course I'll come and get you when it's your turn to fight,enjoy your medtation for a bit,see ya later Scorpion." Johnny Cage watched Sub zero2 fight against Ermac and he was doing pretty well with this fight. Meanwhile in the cave that Tanja was mainly staying in: Tanja thinks inside of her mind,"I know that Scorpion human body is still alive,but he must defeat Quan Chi,once Quan chi is defeated for good,he'll become human once again,that his destiny to seek out Quan Chi and kill him for good in order to become human once again,and I know it's the truth sigh." Scorpions thought drifted from his life, to his pre death, to his un death, and how Quen Chi promised him his body for the death of the first Sub zero...but know that his brother was dead, where was his body? "I must kill Quin Chi" Tanja sensed Quan Chi presence in the cave and she quickly hid from him and remained hiden from him at all times and knew that if Quan Chi found her,he could use her as bait to lure Scorpion into a death trap of somekind and she kept on hiding as best as she could. Quan Chi felt the younger sister presence of the two sub zero brothers and he moved some things around and found Tanja and said to her,"This can work to my advantage your mine girl." Tanja quickly ran out of the cave and ran to beach and she accidently tripped over Scorpion and said to him,"I'm so sorry about that,but Quan chi is after me I have no idea why,just thought that I'd let you know." Scorpion was glad in the matter as he stood to face Quan Chi exiting the cave. "Well, you have saved me a long timein serching for you, to bad you will die." Scorpion pulled out his katana and pointed it towards Quan chi Tanja backs away from this fight and she goes into hiding and watches the final match between Quan Chi and Scorpion. Quan Chi said to him,"I'm not the one that is going to die,I can kill any kind of undead warrior may the best warrior win this match,we'll see whom will triumph me or you Scorpion." Quan Chi withdrew his sword and he charges at Scorpion to see how well his reflects were. Scorpion waits until the last moment, then parries the attack and with this parry throws Quan Chi off balance. "You are to slow old man, and where youu tier, i do not." Scorpion lunged towards Quan Chi, only to be parried back. Quan Chi dodged Scorpion attack and said to him,"You'll never be able to defeat me,I know what your main weakness is and I'm not afraid to use it against you Scorpion." Tanja thinks inside of her mind,"What is Scorpion main weakness beside his son,what is Quan Chi talking about.?" Sub zero2 defeated Ermac and they both ran towards where Scorpion was fighting against Quan Chi and they both saw that Tanja was alright and not hurt. Scorpion thought about it, then was enraged at the thought of it, " You will leave her alone" Scorpion murmerd to were Quan Chi could hear him. Scorpion then Flurried into close combat and added a few kicks into it. Quan Chi said to Scorpion,"You can't stop me from getting near Tanja,good luck in trying to stop me Scorpion." Sub zero2 said to Johnny Cage,"We got to get Tanja out of here and away from Quan Chi,we got to move fast come on Johnny Cage let's go." Johnny Cage foolows Sub zero2 lead and they almost were not far from Tanja and Quan Chi could use telekinisses and he levates Tanja towards him and grabs her wrsit and said to Scorpion,"We'll finght in the realm you were killed in you snooze you loose." Tanja tries to struggle as best as she could and wasn't able to escape and they both arrvied in the realm where Scorpion was killed and Quan Chi throws Tanja down and waits for Scorpion to show up. SCorpion was right behind Quan Chi threw the portal, ready for combat. Quan Chi threw some punches and kicks at Scorpion's face to see how well he'll be able to dodge that attack. Tanja slowly regains her consiuciuness and watches the fight and she slowly get's up and trips again and noticed that her feet were tied up and she slightly cursed underneath her breath and she sighed. Scorpion was expecting an instant attack, and defended well. After the flurry surpaced, scorpion accended with a front flip that axellerated a downward kick behind him. Quan Chi said to Scorpion,"Very impressive Scorpion,but not good enough Scorpion." Quan Chi withdrew his sword and he charges at Scorpion and tries to slash at his chest as best as he could. Tanja hated being tied up and she knew that Scorpion can defeat Quan Chi,and once he is defeated Scorpion will become human once again and Tanja continued on watching this fight and Quan chi created some green fire wall around Tanja and said to Scorpion,"Let's see if you can defeat me and also save Tanja as well from my poionus wall that I created around her only Scorpion." Scorpion hessatated for a slight second, then lept towards Tanja to help her out of the flames. Tanja looked at Scorpion and said to him,"Thanks for saving me from that poionus wall,I forget your used to poison and it makes you a bit stronger then Quan Chi thank you Scorpion." Quan Chi looked at them both and he charged at them both and Tanja quickly moves out of the way and Quan Chi unties her and she quickly does a front kick to Quan Chi chest and she quickly hid in the shadows again and caught her breath. Quan chi was very ticked off and he got ready to attack Scorpion again. Scorpion used Quan Chi's rage against him, by dodging more moves and making an accasional punh and kick to the face. "Whats the matter, tired of our game already?" Scorpion joked with a seriuss face. He then sent two of his serpents to attack his wrists. Quan Chi said to Scorpion,"No I'm not tired of our little game at all and you forgot that I can move things with my mind and your two serpents rope head will miss me and hit Tanja I never give up." Quan Chi used his mind and moved Tanja in the way so her wrists would get tangled up in Scorpion's serpents rope. Scorpion was unable to stop the serpents, but he did relase them befor they could inflict damage to Tanja. "That was mistake,"scorpion swore,"And it will not happen again!" Scorpion then re centerd his chi and darted towards Quan Chi with his fists andfeet aflame with the flames of hell. Tanja quickly jumps out of the way and she was safe up in the tree and she thinks inside of her mind,"That was another close call for me,I have to eventually retreat and return back to the ice realm soon." Quan Chi held his stance and he formed two dark flames with his hand and was ready to encounter Scorpion move of the flames of hell. Scorpoin traded blows against Quan Chi taking a few af his hits to the torso but landing several to the face. " I do belive your flames have no effect against me," scorpion said as he spat some blood from his mouth. Quan Chi get's back up again and said to Scorpion,"You have forgoten that I can put anyone under my control,Shang Tsung gave me that power and I know whom I'm going to put under my control Scorpion." Tanja forms a shield of ice and she hoped her shield of ice will prevent Quan Chi attack for a bit. Scorpion stood still for a moment, "you will not, i wont let you!!"Scorpion then lunged with a fluryy a swipps with his sword. Quan Chi sword clashes with Scorpion sword and he knew how to tick off Scorpion and knew how well he can fight when Scorpion is very upset. Scorpions rage drew his anger farther out of control, as his and Quan Chi's swords clashed time and time again, until Scorpion threw down his sword and roared a collumn of flames towards the opponent. Quan chi moves out of the way of the column of flames and he aims them towards Tanja again. Tanja quickly put's the flames out with her water move and she hated when the enemy tries to hurt her or harm her in anyway they could think of. Scorpion began to think, the more progectile moves he throws at Quan Chi, he just re directs them towards Tanja. A smile grew behind his mask as he let a smaller column grow infront of him and when he launched it towards Quan Chi, Scorpoin ran directly behind it in a straight line and leaped into the air to pull off a high drop kick that was aimed at Quan Chi's throat. Quan Chi get's hit by Scorpion kick in his throat and he said to Scorpion,"Very impressive,but I'm not going back to hell alone,I know whom I'm going to take with me Scorpion." Quan Chi was defeated by Scorpion and he grabs Tanja by ankle and pulls her into hell and Tanja tries to get away from Quan Chi grasp and she could use a bit of help right now. Scorpion Grabbed her by the forarms and pulled back as hard as he could. "I will not let you go!!" Scorpion scrame as he used a serpent as an anchor into the rocks behind him Tanja hangs onto Scorpion and she forms an ice disk and aims it at Quan Chi and his hands let go of her ankle and she looked at Scorpion and said ot him,"I know that you'll never let me go at all Scorpion,thanks for saving me from Quan Chi,thank you very much Scorpion." Scorpion was relived that the fight was over as he pulled Tanja out of the hole. He then placed her down and for the first time in a long time, sat down himself to rest and thinkwhat was going to happen next. Sub zero2 said to his sister,"Are you alright sis,and this is the first time I've ever seen my arch rival save one of my family members from almost death I'm glad your alright sis." Tanja looked at scorpion and said to him,"I knew their is still a bit of good inside of you Scorpion,thanks for saving my life Scorpion,I owe you one Scorpion." Tanja gently hugged Scorpion to thank him for saving her life from Quan Chi grasp. Scorpion sat still, acepting the hugg but dosnt give on to her. "Why dose the enemy want you so badly Tanja?" Scorpion asks this out loud while she was hugging him. Tanja said to Scorpion,"I have no idea why the enemy wants me so badly for,if I knew I'd tell you,but I have no idea what the enemy wants with me at all Scorpion." Tanja let go of Scorpion and she looked up towards the sky and she was doing some thinking as well and tried to figure out what the enemy could possbily want with her and she sighed. "When ur older brother, reptail, and I were assigned to capture you...we were not informed why, the only thing that we were told was not to harm you." Scorpion said as he stood up and walked over to a large boulder and leaned against it. Tanja looked at Scorpion and said to him,"If only I could remember why Shang Tsung is after me and why you three were assigned to capture me and not harm me. I have no clue why.and the only thing I can remember is it had something to do with this pendent and not sure what this pendent can truly do Scorpion. Thanks for helping me and keeping me safe all this time Scorpion." Tanja gently hugged Scorpion hoping he didn't mind her hugging him at any cost.0 ?!!! None Scorpion didnt know how to resppond at first, but he soon hugged her back. Tanja said to Scorpion,"So what are you going to do next Scorpion,return back to the Netherealm or hang out in outworld.? I'll eventually be heading back to Ice Realm in 2 more days I have to return back to the ice realm to make sure everything is great and nothing is out of place their Scorpion." "I think im going to see the realms and visit some old friends, friends before the tournement..." Are you sure you wish to go home and not join me to the other planes?" scorpion held out his hand as a portal opend justbehind him. Tanja looked at Scorpion and said to him,"Thanks for the offer but i'll pass,if you happen to be in the ice realm,just look for me with some kids that I read stories to them and tell stories as well about my journey and matches,see you around Scorpion and take care of yourself too." Tanja jumps through the portal to the ice realm and all of kids hugged her and said to her,Tell us some stories about your journey please tell us Tanja pretty please.?" Tanja leads her and kids to a nice area and she begins to tell the kids stoires about her journey and how she meant other warriors from different realms and different places in the world. Scorpion lowerd his hand as tanjas portal dissappered, and began his new quest, no... his sojouren to the other planes. One of the kids said to Tanja,"What is the story between you and Scorpion,please tell us Tanja,were all old enough to know come on Tanja please." Tanja said to the kids,"It all started about 3 years ago where Quan Chi invaded the ice realm he destoryed everything in his path,he even tried to kill me,but somehow Scorpion got infront of me and he took on Quan chi to protect me from him and he defeated Quan Chi and ever since that day, we both always somehow bumped into each other and no telling where Scorpion is going now ok." All of the kids said to Tanja,"Wow that was a nice romantic story about you two,I wonder if you two will bump into each other ever again or not Tanja." Tanja smiled at the kids and hugged them and took them back to there parent's places and she scanned the ice realm to make sure that everything was still in place which it was. As Tanja scanned, She noticed a yellow tunic moving passed some ice pillars. Tanja sees Scorpion going between some ice pillars and she catches up with him and said to him,"Thanks for stopping by here and I love telling stories to the kids of this relam it makes me feel special to the kids and what brings you back to the ice realm hmm.?" "i wanted to stop by and actualy see this realm for what it was when i am not fighting." Scorpion gazed at this place befor saying," It is very peacful here." Tanja said to Scorpion,"Yes it is very peaceful when their is no fighting going on at all Scorpion. I'm glad that you stopped by here." One of kids sees Tanja and Scorpion talking ot each other and the little girl hugs Tanja and she looked at Scorpion as well and for some reason she wasn't afraid at all. Scorpion smiled at the inocence of the child. "I have seen many planes and met many people with such generosity, but i like thisrealm the best for its serinity." Scorpion gazed at the sites again. Tanja said to Scorpion,"That is good you like this realm as much as I do." The little girl smiled at them both and knew how much those two liked each other and she walked home and Tanja watches the little girl get home and she said to Scorpion,"My most favourite part of this realm is the frozen lake it looks so beautiful all the time,shall we go their and look at the view of the forzen lake hmm.?" SCorpion agreed with a yes. "Leed the way." Tanja leads them both to the frozen lake and she said to Scoprion,"I always came here since I was a kid. When my parent's were arguing with each other,I would run from them and I always ended up coming here all the time,I found this place was so quiet and very realxing Scorpion." Scorpion was amazed by the pristine overall briliance of the Frozen lake, "it is very beutiful." Tanja smiled at Scorpion and said to him,"Yes it is very beautiful and is their another reason why you also came here for hmm.?" Tanja gently leans her head against Scorpion shoulderblade and continues on looking over the frozen lake. Scorpion let his head tilt to get Tanja's attention then he looked into her eyes. "I also came back for you." Scorpion took of his nin mask to revel that he had regained his body. Tanja looked at Scorpion and said to him,"I'm so glad that you regain your full body you deserve it Scorpion. Thanks for coming back for me thank you and I wonder how my good brother is doing and hopefully he has regain his full strength and engery.

['Scorpion', 'Shang', 'Tsung', 'Reptile', 'Tanja']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/99003/

Ghouls Dogma (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

She had had this dream dozens of times before, her memories as a child, standing in a vast field of many different colored flowers. The sun overhead was bright, but the light provided no warmth an artificial sun. There was always other children, but none of them had faces, and all of their voices were garbled or far away, all except for one. She was a small girl, with light skin and white hair that came down to her shoulders. She was the only one who had a face, but no voice at all. When she spoke, only her lips would move, she would produce no noise at all. She would always offer a gentle smile and an extended hand, and when Akihime took her hand, the scene would change.Blood splattered across the flowers across her feet, a ringing gradually growing louder and louder in her ears. She was still holding the girls hand, only now, she was face down on the ground, her white gown stained with blood from the large wound in her back. She was still, only her hair moving slightly as the flowers shifted from the artificial breeze, smelling faintly of chemicals. Looming figures had surrounded her, all of them monsters, large shadowy beings who said nothing, and only laughed and growled as they closed in on her with their sharp teeth and claws, then, she would wake up. Her eyes snapped open and she inhaled deeply as if she hadn't taken a breath in ages. When her mind settled and she realised where she was, she settled down covering her eyes with one hand as she forced her tense muscles to relax."That damned dream again..." She muttered, "Why...? Why do I keep having that fucking dream?" Who was that girl? Who were all those other children? And where was that field? She had no memories of any of them, knew nobody like that, and every bit of it frustrated her to no end. But she had other problems to deal with than some dream. Megohime was a near daily problem, the two of them locking horns over a territory boundary dispute, and today would be no different. She prepared her day as she would like any other she brewed her coffee and showered and made herself look presentable to be outside in public. She had a restaurant to maintain afterall she had a expectations to meet. If she ran into Megohime on her way then there would be problems. She didn't have the time or patients to deal with her, the bitch was much too time consuming. The two didn t actually live near each other, not even remotely in fact, but the Tamura family had a widespread territory that they resigned over, and any Ghouls that wanted to hunt within those grounds would have to go directly to the current head of house, Megohime s father. There were rules however, since one never aspired to reach high levels of success by simply culling all of their livestock at once, most of the harvesting of human flesh and distribution of it was done exclusively by the family and their associates. Things were becoming more difficult as of late though, Doves were always a nuisance and territory disputes were becoming a daily affair.The Tamura clan s only child however seemed to find little interest in the trade other than territorial matters along with any other personal matters. But only the foolish and stupid Ghouls fought in broad daylight, so even Megohime kept away from boundaries during the day, but nighttime, was much different. The day was slow, her restaurant doing as well as it always did. She would come out and watch her patrons, scowling at how messy some of them were with their meals. It was disgusting, really. None of them had manners. It didn't matter so long as they brought in money. Corpse flesh wasn't cheap. Some of it Akihime was able to purchase from local hospitals but only if it was fresh enough and the morticians seedy enough to not care they were selling fellow a man off to be dined on. When closing time rolls around, she made sure everything was locked up and her workers had all gone home before heading home herself. It was a little late but that was fine, she wasn't too far from home. And any human stupid enough to try and hinder her would become a quick meal. Her walk was relatively quiet, but she was sure she could feel eyes on her for most of the way. Anyone dumb enough to be stalking her in her own territory would find out rather quickly she wasn t one to play with there was one exception however. She stopped and let out an annoyed breath. "You can hide physically but you can't hide that shit smell, Megohime." She called out, glancing behind her as her kakugan activated. Me? Hide from you? That s laughable. A woman s voice echoed from down an alleyway, the sound of approaching footsteps sounding. Akihime could see only the familiar Onna Noh mask from the darkness of the alley. I was simply making sure the garbage got back into the trash can. "It seems I forgot to take a bag out, thank you for coming to me and making the clean up easier." She said as she turned fully, "I see you still haven't found the proper mask yet. Oh, shit, I forgot that wasn't your face you should eat less, I might not confuse the two so often " Are you really in the position to be telling others to eat less when oh dear I think you might ve put on a few pounds yourself, and unfortunately, none of it went to your tits this time. Her kagune slowly emerged from behind her back, a single teal tentacle. "I can attract men easier with wider hips than bigger tits, flat chest " She purred, her kagune fanning out slowly behind her five thick tails glowing a haunting pink hue, "Not that you would know, you're such a string bean it's no wonder you'll never find a man " Bussing tables doesn t count as attracting a man. Oh, she sounded angry at the flat chest comment, the shorter of the two making the first move and running full speed at Akihime, bringing her kagune forward to attack. She brought her tails forward to stop her attack before one of them shot out to jab at her face, "Such an ugly personality, too no man will ever find you desirable, Mego chan " The mask she wore smiled back at Akihime, but she could almost hear Megohime s scowl. Is dicks the only thing that concerns you? She merely tilted her head to the side to avoid being impaled, her kagune writhing slightly before uncurling into three parts. Then let me give you something stiff to sit on. She made her own stab at Akihime, the sharp ends of her now unfurled kagune each tipped with a barb. Her kagune smacked away each split tail, leaving two free to make more jabs at Megohime as she back peddled to keep her bikaku from oberwhelming her. "I didn't know you thought about me that way " She swooned before her expression dropped into a hateful scowl, "Fucking disgusting." With all three prongs free, she dug one into the ground, using it as an anchor point to push off from as she jumped forward, kicking Akihime in the mouth as she passed overhead, landing behind the other ghoul and skidding a foot or so before spinning to face her. Megohime was the only one to land a hit, the smell of blood in the air, Megohime giving a small wince at the wound Akihime had opened up on her side. It was shallow enough to close within minutes however. Akihime spat out blood, her once broken tooth now almost instantly healed. She was done playing around now. She turned quickly and rushed at Megohime, all five tails shooting out rapidly to catch a new opening before four of them wrapped tightly around her and lifted her off the ground. "Shiine!!" She yelled before slamming her into the ground, "Shiine!! Shiine!! Shiine!! Shiine!!" She chanted as she beat the other ghoul over and over. The sickening thuds of skin and bones against pavement were music to Akihime s ears, finally, the pesky Ghoul would finally be done and over with. That was a thought for fools though. Akihime felt a piercing pain in her gut and suddenly Megohime hit the ground and stayed there. She had stabbed directly through Akihime s Kagune and into her stomach, severing her hold on her and wounding her in the process. Blood dropped from the mouth of the mask, giving Akihime the sweet satisfaction of knowing Megohime too was wounded. No wonder you re alone.. She growled out as she got to her feet, yanking her kagune free and widening the distance between the two, sinking back into the shadows of an alleyway. You kill everything you touch almost. Then the scent of Megohime faded quickly. "F Fucking bitch..." She gasped, holding her wound before wobbling her way home, where she swallowed down some flesh to heal faster before tossing out her ruined clothes amd going to shower again, "Damn her. I'll kill her one day." Megohime had a bit more of a distance to go, but with the wounds she had, she wasn t going to make it much further without healing. She didn t exactly carry flesh on her, and as a Bikaku wielder, larger wounds healed slower. She slowed, breathing heavily as she sniffed out a quick meal, and when she found the nearest one, she went for it. They were isolated a man, but not that it mattered, she had no preference and she could easily overpower them. Rounding the corner, she saw the drunk stumbling down the street in a hoodie and jeans, and she went for the kill, her kagune wrapped up into one point again. He stumbled into the wall and slid to his knees before pressing his back against the wall. He looked sick, really sick, and exhausted. He only had one eye, his right eye covered with a patch. His head lulled toward her but his gaze seemed to go straight through her an easy kill. She could smell just how sick he was from ten feet away, but no matter, meat was meat and she needed some, not all of it. She stopped with a grunt of effort, the back of her head and her shoulders were wet with blood from being smashed into the ground, skull split open. She brought her kagune up and then plunged it forward at the human, silent as death. "Beautiful..." He muttered, "I didn't think I would ever be so glad to die..." She tensed, her entire body freezing, kagune s tip mere centimeters from piercing his throat. She hadn t even realized until then that her mask was gone, fallen off somewhere along the way, and now he was getting a good look at her face. Beautiful? Was he delirious? She had her kakugan still active, and she had her kagune at his throat, how was she beautiful in any way? What..? He smiled weakly, "You're beautiful...my angel of death..." His voice trailed off and his eye fell closed, falling limp against the wall. She stared at him for a mintue, then withdrew her kagune from his neck. Moving forward, she crouched in front of him, smelling the air then frowning. He was dying he smelled sick, but it wasn t whatever illness he had that was killing him.She let out a soft noise of annoyance as she stood, then turned to leave, but couldn t bring herself to walk away. What was wrong with her? It was just a dieseased human on the verge of death, so why couldn t she leave him there?She let out a groan before turning to face him again. She used her kagune to gently pick him up off the ground, wrapping it around his chest and under his arms, and placing him against her back. She held onto his legs, and started running, jumping up onto the rooftops as to avoid being seen.She kicked herself mentally the entire time she ran, scolding herself over what she was doing whatever that was.When she stopped, she was at the doors of the local general hospital, but she didn t go inside. Gently placing the man on the ground in front of the doors, she stared down at him briefly, then quickly left. When the man awoke again, he was in a hospital room, looking around in confusion. How did he get here? Why wasn't he dead? He took enough of his medication to kill a horse. So then...? He faintly remembered a teal colored spike and a hauntingly beautiful woman not far from him who wielded said spike. A ghoul? Yeah...she had those oddly entrancing red on black eyes. Did she bring him here? He managed a weak smile. She really was an angel, huh?"Masamune!" The young man looked up at his friend who came bursting in."Kojurou...""I got the call this morning, are you insane?! Overdosing on your medication?!" Kojurou scolded. Masamune frowned softly."I didn't want to burden you anymore, that's all..." He replied. Kojurou sighed softly."I promised your father I would take care of you, and I will...you aren't a burden to me, Masamune. Please, don't ever do that again." He stated. Masamune frowned and looked out the window."Alright...I'm sorry..." A Ghoul had saved his life, but why? She looked like she was ready to make a meal out of him, and yet, he ended up being transported to the hospital by her.He didn t have a scratch on him, not a single bite or bruise on his skin, was it really her that had saved him?Megohime lay in bed, staring up at the vast fueling of her bedroom. She had made it home if just barely and had consumed enough flesh from storage to heal her wounds quickly. Why hadn t she just eaten the man from last night? Sick or not, it s not like she d catch anything from eating him, but yet she had hesitated to kill him, something she had never done before. Killing humans was as natural for her as breathing, yet the more she thought about it, she had no desire to kill that man from last night. Beautiful. His words made her cheeks go hot.She rolled onto her side and stared out of the window. She needed to know why he had told her such a lie, why he hadn t begged for his life. Kojurou brought Masamune home and helped him to his room, but he fussed that he didn't want to stat in bed, so Kojurou took him to the living room and helped him onto the couch."I'm sick, not cripple, I can move well enough.." Masamune huffed."You're still weak from them flushing your pills out of your system. I don't mind helping you." Kojurou said as he made sure Masamune had enough fabric to keep him warm, "I have to go to work but if you need me,call." He stated firmly. Masamune sighed and nodded."Alright, alright. I promise." He muttered. There was never anything on television Masamune hadn t already seen before. Being sick had the unfortunate side effect of a lot of time with nothing else to do, so after Kojurou had left and he had flipped through what seemed like four dozen channels surprise surprise, only repeats on that day he had finally just settled for another one of those ridiculous game shows.It wasn t but after ten minutes did he feel like he was being watched, had Kojurou peeked in on him to make sure he d be ok? Masamune glanced to the window to see if maybe Kojurou did come back and was just being a mother hen, expecting to see Kojurou's usual scary scowl. No one was peering in the window, in fact, the window had a good view of the street, letting in the slight breeze.The window hadn t been open.There was a figure standing inside the house beside the window.When had this person come in? Why hadn t he heard the window open, or the person slip inside. They didn t move, standing there in a black trench coat and black ballerina flats.Wait.The person had a mask on a Noh mask? And they were too short and slender, even with the coat on, to be anything other than a woman. Masamune recognized the person immediately as the Ghoul from the night before, but why was she here, and wearing a mask? "I had hoped I could see you again..." He said gently, "You're probably here to get rid of me for seeing your face, huh...? I understand...I would probably do the same, were I a ghoul..." She said nothing, only watching him behind her mask. Why didn t you scream? She finally asked. She didn t sound angry, not even mad, just confused. She stayed where she was, across the room with the couch between them, keeping her mask on even though he had already seen her face. "I'm not afraid to die, if you want my honest answer..." He replied, "You can tell, can't you? I'm sick...deathly sick. I could keel over at anytime, just gone," he snapped his fingers and made a noise, "What do I care about dying? Whether it be my own body or a ghoul, it doesn't matter...the quicker the better, I suppose." Wow, he was really morbid. She flinched when he snapped his fingers, thinking for a moment silently. Then she was on top of him, he hadn t even heard her move, or had time to register that she actually had moved. Her mask was off, clattering to the floor as she grabbed his wrists and pushed him down against the couch. Her kakugan was active once more, but her kagune remain inactive. Then you wouldn t mind a beast like me tearing your flesh from your bones until you die? She hissed, face inches from his. He smiled softly, "If my death meant another could live, I say go for it...even more so if it meant you got to survive for another day.." Her face twisted into a look of shock, slowly letting go of his wrists before sitting back on the couch in defeat. What s with you..? She muttered. Why don t you cry or scream..? She sounded more confused than angry or disappointed. Why don t you fight for your life? He struggled to sit back up and gave a soft laugh, "Maybe cuz life is too short to worry about..." She looked away, frowning softly and furrowing her brows. If life is short, then wouldn t it be exactly what you d have to worry about? Her kakugan slowly dissapeared, leaving behind deep red eyes that weren t much different from her red on black ghoulish eyes. "I don't see it that way...if life is so short, then you should spend your time enjoying it rather than fretting over the time you have.." He answered. There was an uncomfortable silence, the girl before him staring away from him then looking to the television that was playing. On the screen a man was biting different things, trying to find the things that were made out of chocolate. Is this what you d call enjoying your time..? She looked a little unsure, like she didn t really get the show itself. He laughed a bit, "I can't really do much on my own, as you saw last night...though I don't think it counts as a very good example...Iwastrying to kill myself..." Kind of contradictory to what he was just preaching, "Kojurou worries about me too much...and I'm gonna die soon anyway...I wasn't doin' too good up here," he tapped his temple gently, "and figured I would just speed the process..." She scowled softly, but her expression softened to a frown. Why did you call me beautiful? She asked quietly, the look in her eyes showing that all the cogs in her head were turning, that she was thinking hard about something. "Because you are.." He replied simply, "Why would a dying man tell a lie?" Her cheeks flushed and she glanced at him quickly. Looking the way I did? Even with my kagune? She asked, almost sounding excited to hear his answer. "Your kagune is especially lovely...I haven't ever seen one of that color before.." He told her, "Your eyes are entrancing, both as a ghoul and as a human.." Her entire face lit up red, and she sputtered in embarrassment, not acting at all like a blood thirsty Ghoul, but rather a young woman her age would. Th Thanks.. "You're welcome." He grinned, "Masamune desu." She pursed her lips, a headstand look crossing her face. Of course she would be hesitant to tell a human her name, she was still a Ghoul, even after he admitted he thought she was beautiful or not. What happened to your eye? She changed the subject instead. "Ah, my illness robbed it from me...could very well take my other one." He answered, not at all bothered that she didn't give her name. She stayed at the other end of the couch with him, asking questions for half the day. He didn t learn her name, but he learned that she liked music, classical and rock music, which he teased her over, and she blushed again and defended her tastes. He would apologize, laugh, and they would keep talking. She wasn t all that bad to talk with, a little evasive, prickly at first, but she seemed to be generally interested in him, or maybe the idea of him? He couldn t be sure.When he heard a key in the lock signally Kojurou s arrival home however, she seemed to vanish instantly. In the time that he glanced from the front door back to her, both the mask and herself were gone, more than likely out the window she had come in. "Goodbye..." He muttered."Masamune?" Kojurou sounded confused and Masamune merely smiled."Daijoubu, daijoubu! Just muttering to myself." He said, "How was work? More papers?""And then some." Kojurou replied and moved to go start dinner, "Have you taken your proper dosage yet?""Ah, no...not yet...too busy entertaining myself.." The inside of the facility was white, sterile and always brightly lit, the only lights that ever turned on and off were the office lights inside, and the cells housing the ghouls, but those were on a timer. Three levels below ground housed SS rated Ghouls, those who were exceedingly dangerous, ones that were never again to see the light of day. That saying, none of the Ghouls held within Cochlea a prison made specially for Ghouls would ever see the light of day, unless they left as a quinque.Flowers lined the walls, no, drawings of flowers. Each ones a different color and so lifelike it was unsettling. The sky was there too, colored all the way up to the ceiling, and on the ceiling a sun in the sky and birds. The woman in the cell stood perfectly still, holding a yellow piece of pastel chalk in on hand, which was smudged with color. She stared up at the fake sky she had created, lips parted slightly, and her stare a thousand yards away. Every day she would do this, fixing any imperfection, adding more flowers to the walls around her, making a mess of her white hair and clothes. Her hair, which looked like it hadn t had scissors taken to them in a decade, tumbled down her back and past her waist. She had a slender physique, and light skin, and when she didn t have her kakugan active, her eyes were the color of the sky on a clear day. The man that toom care of her, Sasuke, didn't like being near her longer than he needed to be. He hated ghouls, thought they were vile and repugnant. Unworthy of life. She was better than the other ghouls, at least. Didn't yell at him or threaten to eat him. It was a tiring job. Though she didn t yell at him and threaten him, she also didn t speak at all. For three years, she had yet to utter a single word, often times not even screaming, though sometimes she would move her mouth like she was going to. She kept to herself, didn t destroy things or cause problems, but she didn t get the same scheduled exercise time and socialization time as the other ghouls. She was far too valuable to be allowed to mingle with criminals, and though she wasn t one, she was kept under lock and key for very different reason. She was a descendant if the Washuu Clan, illegitimate or not, and she was a womb. Only a the heads of the Washuu Clan and the branch families knew of Ghouls such as herself, and as she didn t speak, there was no worries that she would tell. Writing or reading didn t seem to be within her capabilities either, barely even knowing how to hold a pen let alone did she know how to write the Kanji for her name.She had no name on her cell door, merely a blank engraving plate. When harvesting time came around, he made sure that she was cleaned up beforehand to keep things sterile. He tied her hair up so it wouldn't get in the way before guiding her out of her room and to the lab. Tying her hair up was a process in itself, but she never really struggled or made things difficult. The only sounds she hade as she walked were the soft scuff of her slippers on the cement floor and the heavy metal restraints on her wrists, which were more of a protocol that had to be followed to appease higher ups than anything. She kept up fairly well, and didn t complain. Having given birth only two months ago, she was in her resting period, which was the time given to her between breeding so she could recooperate. That being said, she was free to rest from being mounted, but not harvested from. Once Sasuke helped escourt her to the lab, he was allowed to go no further. He usually had to wait around a while to take her back. He never saw exactly what when on inside the lab, but he had heard what went on. She had a unique kagune, one that produced a precious metal as a by product. When she was finally brought out, it was in a wheelchair, the woman too exhausted to walk even with assistance. Her kakugan would always be activated after, and wouldn t go away for hours, more than likely a side affect of the drugs administered to her during the harvesting. He could hear her struggling and screaming through the thick walls. He hated hearing her scream, it grated on his ears. When she was done after hours of harvesting, he dragged her back with little difficulty. He dropped her in her room and made sure she was cleaned up before leaving her with sone flesh and locking the door behind him. The flesh was human, but where it came from wasn t specified, other inmates didn t get the same meal, only a synthetic stew that kept them going tasted terrible though. She crawled to the food, eating the food slowly, sitting on the floor as she did so.Night fell over Tokyo, and with that, the Ghouls would emerge, it was safer at night, if only slightly. But some Doves too would be out at night, tracking down more difficult Ghouls that caused more trouble than they should.The night air was cool, it felt nice against Akihime s face, but with it, brought the familiar scent of humans and Ghouls that mingled together within the city. She inhaled deeply and gave a soft noise, smiling softly, "I wonder what fun interractions I will have on my way home today " She chimed as she walked home. It was the usual busy bustle of Saturday night, people bar hopping, groups of teens heading home after spending the day out with one another. Ghouls were out hunting, and so were the Doves. Akihime was smarter than that to simply go hunting on such a busy night however, only doing a little mental shopping to restock stores for the restaurant. Following her nose on occasion and stopping at shops that caught her attention.Blood.The scent bloomed in her nose, but it was a Ghouls blood, which meant fighting among Ghouls or a Dove had finally caught one.Blood.This time it was human, and in the relatively same area, perhaps worth a look? She hummed and followed the scent easily, wondering just what was going on to spill so much blood. The closer she got, the more she picked up with her sensitive ears. The sounds of fighting, flesh tearing and pained cries. A sickening crunch and more blood spilled. It was more than just two fighting. Of course the fighting was in a more destitute area, and soon she came across the first body. It was a Ghoul, struck down from behind, and quite dead, his head about ten feet from his body. "Oh my " She muttered, "More garbage to clean up how rude of my unwanted guests " The fighting only continued up ahead, just out of sight of the main road as it was further down the alleyway. She could smell two Doves, and one more Ghoul, but it seemed one Dove was already down for the count. She made it to the scene and stayed out of sight as she watched, wondering exactly why two Doves thought it was a good idea to encroach on her territory. One Dove was slumped against the wall of the alleyway, quinque broken at his feet, and a deep wound across his chest. The other was still fighting with the Ghoul, but made a misstep due to his partners broken weapon getting under his feet. The moment he stumbled, the Ghoul acted, impalijg the Dove through the head, then dropping him to the ground. Shit ass Doves.. He spat, breathing heavily as he crouched down over the one he had just killed. "Oi." Akihime's voice was low, angry, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Do you forget where you are?" She growled, stepping out into sight and letting her kagune fan out behind her. The Ghoul got back to his feet stepping back from the investigator on the ground. They interrupted our meal! Had no choice! He spat back at her.The second investigator, the one against the wall, coughed, blood oozing from his wound when he did, but he didn t move. "Get out of here before I decide to turn you into an entre ." She snarled at the ghoul, "You should know better than to hunt in my territory." Fuck you, bitch! You can t just going around claiming territory like that! The man hissed at her, then finally noticed the second investigator wasn t dead yet, hissing out an expletive before extending his kagune to stab him in the heart. Akihime's kagune was faster, one tail deflecting his before another stabbed him in the throat and decapitated him. "Yare, yare..." She muttered, moving and stepping over both dead ghouls and moving to the dying Dove. He was wheezing softly, sitting limply on the ground and staring down at his lap with hazy eyes. The wound on his chest was deep, but didn t hit anything vital. He would bleed out eventually if left untreated however. He had long brown hair, which had been cut to about half length at his chest when he had been attacked, and his brown eyes were unfocused. "Oi," she used her kagune to lift his head, getting a good look at him, "Give me a reason why I shouldn't use you in my next dinner menu." He stared back at her with chocolate brown eyes, silent for a moment with his mouth open slightly before he finally spoke. You re... Beautiful... Was all he said before he slid to the side and hit the ground with a thud, eyes closed in his unconscious state. Her eyes widened and she scowled heavily, "God dammit..." She muttered before picking him up with her kagune and taking him to her home. She cleaned his wound and stitched it closed with some thick sowing thread she had laying around. She sighed and sat back, he would live. She looked him over and made a noise. He was pretty cute, too. He laid on the couch where she had put him, shirt open so Akihime could get to his wound. His expression was gentle, breathing even, and he seemed to be slowly improving, but now what was she to do? She had a Dove in her home and had saved his life even. "Good grief..." She muttered and moved to dig through his pockets maybe he had his wallet on him or something. She could take him to his home if she could get his address. In his inner coat pocket that rested against his breast, she found his wallet, though a bit tattered from the fight. His drivers license told her that his name was Sanada Yukimura, and that he was twenty four years old. He hardly looked over twenty, but he probably didn t have a fake ID if he worked for the CCG. She gave a sigh of relief and memorized his address before carefully picking him up with her kagune and left to take him home. He wasn't far from her restaurant, about on the boarder of her territory. She picked the lock on his door and waltzed on in, taking him and putting him to bed. He never woke the entire time humans far too fragile sleeping through even the travel from her place to his. He didn t smell like he was dying anymore, so he didn t need to be taken to the hospital, did he? "Now don't go traipsing through territories that are too much for you, silly boy. I won't let a compliment keep me from snacking on you next time." She said and left him be. He could take care of himself now. Adrenaline, Cortisol, Estrogen.A woman, only one though. He could hear her heart beating like a little mouses fast and as panicked as her breathing.In her pursuit were three Ghouls, all men, and they were enjoying themselves. The figure of a woman broke through the tree line, running fast down the small hill of the park, three more figures emerging just behind her. They were laughing, whistling and wolf calling as they slowly gained on her. One used his kagune to trip her, sending her tumbling down to the ground with a cry. No! Stop! No! Stop! They all laughed as they mocked her, the woman struggling hard against them to break free, but they vastly outnumbered her. One pinned her arms, gripping her wrists so hard it hurt, and another pinned her ankles. Her shoes were gone, more than likely lost while she ran, and she wore a business suit and skirt with black stockings. Oh she smells so good..! It feels like it s been forever since I ve eaten! She let out a scream as the third tore open her blouse, smelling her stomach before dragging his tongue along her exposed belly. Woman always have the best tasting livers.. One cooed. Someone help me!! She screamed, kicking and fighting, but wasn t only silenced by having her scarf pushed into her mouth as a gag. Shut up, women are always this loud... You have to kill them first or you can t enjoy your meal in peace. I like eating them while they re still alive though.. They talked as casually as one would when having dinner with colleagues.The woman screamed against the scarf that was gagging her, tears running down her face as the one holding her ankles tore open the thigh of her stockings, pulling her leg closer and biting slowly into her flesh. "Hey." The voice was deep, annoyed, and upon glancing over they were met with a massive man with wild white hair wearing a lion dog oni mask. The Western Ogre. The strongest ghoul in the area. All three Ghouls froze, but didn t let go of their catch, who was still struggling and screaming, blood now dripping from the bite mark in her leg. Th The Western Ogre...! What s he doing all the way out here?! They looked terrified, but the woman they were trying to eat alive looked even more so. "One of two things can happen here." He began, "One you can continue to try and eat her, and then I can eat you. Or two you get the hell out of here and we can all forget this happened." His kagune wrapped around his arm, a deep blue chain that ended with a massive anchor breaking the ground, "Choose very carefully." They didn t have to think twice, all three of them letting go of the woman and scrambling to their feet, running in the opposite direction and leaving the woman behind on the ground.She rolled onto her hands and knees from being pinned on her back, pulling the scarf from her mouth with a cough and letting out a soft sob. Thank you...! She said, looking back to him with large doe eyes. Thank you..! She couldn't see his expression, obviously because of his mask, but his body language showed that her thanks jarred him a little. He straightened out and recalled his kagune."You're coming with me." He stated firmly, "Your life is mine now." She stared at him with a dumb struck look on her face. What..? She shook her head. I I don t understand...! Please, I I don t have money, but please don t kill me..! I was fairly obvious she was in a state of shock, since this wasn t a robbery, and he didn t want her money. "I'm not gonna kill ya.." He huffed, moving over and picking her up, "Jesus, humans are a handful." She flinched when he picked her up, holding her blouse closed and struggling against him. Put me down..! She ordered, trying to be firm. He ignored her and headed off quickly back to base, ignoring the sweet smell of her blood as he ran from roof to roof to get back home. She wasn t bleeding badly, only scratches from running through the trees and the bite from the Ghoul, but she did tire quickly, having already spent much of her energy. She was easy to carry, even for a woman, but her squirming was a bit irritating. After a while, she stopped moving altogether, completely limp in his arms accept for the one arm that held her shirt closed. When he got back to base, he moved to his room and dropped her on his bed, covering her with his coat. He pulled off his mask, his kakugan deactivating to reveal oddly beautiful golden eyes. Like he truly was some kind of oni sent as a ghoul. She was confused as to why he would give her his coat, but was grateful, as all the buttons on her blouse had torn off when her shirt was pulled open. Thanks.. She muttered, pulling his coat around herself to keep her form clothed. "Don't mention it. As fair warnin', try not to leave. I'm already gonna get bitched at for havin' ya here...a human in a nest a' ghouls won't end super well." He said. She clutched at the jacket tightly, looking down at the bed. Why did you save me then..? If you d get in trouble, you should ve just left me there.. "I won't get in trouble, just have my ear talked off. They don't give a shit what I do, so long as I don't draw any Doves to this place." He said. She pressed her lips together and kept her gaze down. That s right, the CCG, would they bother to come looking for her? She pulled her legs away from the Ogre, feeling like she was going to puke as her adrenaline high wore off. Why am I here..? "I told you, your life is mine now. You're my pet now." He replied. She said nothing, didn t argue or agree with his statement. She stayed where he had dropped her on the bed, but when he left and returned, she had moved to sit in the far corner away from the bed and the door, still using his jacket to keep herself covered. He tossed a bag her way, and out fell some new clothes, "Here...they look about your size.." She looked to the bag, moving and reaching out to grab them, still keeping her eyes downcast. She was so tired, tired and hungry, but there was no telling what he was going to do to her if she fell asleep. Thank you. Again, she thanked him, a human knowingly thanking a Ghoul. "You alright?" He put his hands on his hips and bent down to get a better look at her, "You look sick..." He muttered before his eyes widened, "Shit, you must be starving...ya been here a while and haven't ate. Ya want me to get ya some food?" N No..! I m alright really..! She was starving but felt like she was going to puke, and he bite on her leg was killing her. She could feel every heartbeat through the swollen and red wound hidden away under her clothes. "I can get ya shit if ya need it...I ain't an asshole." He said, straightening out, "Well, I am...but human or not, yer still a woman...I gotta take care of ya.." She brought the collar of his jacket up to her nose, nodding. T Toilet... She said quietly, hardly loud enough for him to hear. I have to... go to the toilet.. He blinked before pointing to the door across from her, "Right there...it's got a bath too if ya wanna take a dip." She hadn t even tried the doors to see if she could escape yet? Did she want to die or something? She nodded, standing slowly before shuffling to the bathroom with a slight limp. She didn t take long, in fact, she had changed in the bathroom too, coming out in fresh clothes a long sleeve shirt that was a bit too big and some soft fabric pants. She held his coat out to him, not looking him in the eyes. He took it and made a noise, "How's yer leg?" He asked, "Did ya clean it? Humans ain't like ghouls...we just need ta swallow a chunk of flesh and we heal.." She flinched at the wordsswallow flesh. It s ok.. She said quietly, shaking her head.Morning came around, and Nana still wasn t able to sleep much. There was noise constantly outside the room she was in, and every time she heard even the smallest noise she would jump back awake. She guessed that that Ghoul had left sometime in the night, as she suddenly realised she was alone fine by her though. She only hugged the blanket he had given her tighter around her and rested her head against the wall. It sounded like something was clawing at the door, wanting in but knowing better than to walk into the Ogre's room. It was unsettling. Nana didn t move at all from the corner while he was away. He had told her they were in a large building full of other Ghouls, but what if he was lying? She didn t want to risk it. Fear kept her away from the door, hands over her ears. "Come on out, little snack...I just want a bite Motochika will never know " a voice called out. Her vision blurred as tears formed in her eyes, pressing her hands harder over her ears and squeezing her eyes shut. Motochika? Was that his name? She wanted him to hurry back, at least he didn t scare her as much as whoever was on the other side of the door did. "Get out of here, Naki." Motochika huffed and she heard panicked scampering before the door opened and Motochika came in. He had a bag with him. "I figured you would be hungry so I brought ya some food...stuff that looked good..." She pulled her hands away from her ears and looked over at him, almost looking relieved to see him, tears still running down her face. Before she could protest that she wasn t hungry, her stomach let out a loud growl, and her face flushed. He held out the bag, "It's sandwiches and stuff...you should eat.." He said. She moved over slowly, taking the bag with a small thank you as she moved back to her corner, taking the sand which out of the bag. She didn t even care what kind it was, she was starving. Nana ate quickly, and not nearly as lady like as she should have, but felt much better when she was done. "Did you get the chance to take care of your leg yet?" He asked as he sat on the bed, "It smells infected." Nana picked at the bread of the second sandwich. I ve been cleaning it with the soap in the bathroom.. She said softly. She knew it was infected, the Ghoul had bitten deep into her leg, she needed more than soap and water. "Do ya need stuff to clean it better? Just soap ain't cuttin' it..." He pointed out. She gave a small nod. I think a first aid kit might be enough.. It was strange, she was feeling conflicting emotions, part of her wanting to speak more with him, and another part wanting nothing more than to go him. He nodded and stood, "Kay. I'll be back. Keep the door locked." He said and headed out. He hadn t secured the door with an outside lock? She stared after him even when the door closed, heart beating heavily in her chest as she got up and slowly moved to the door. She listened intently for any noises on the other side, trembling slightly as she stared at the handle, then reached out to open the door. Her hand hovered over the handle, unable to actually take it, then she simply locked the door, her nerves getting the better of her. Motochika was gone a long while, probably figuring out how to get a hold of a first aid kit. Ghouls didn't really need them, after all. She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for him to return what else was she supposed to do? She couldn t leave, and had no entertainment. When he came back, he had a bunch of different first aid kits, "Here, I grabbed all of them.." She nodded, going through each one and picking out the things she would need. Her job at the CCG meant she was given training on basic emergency first aid in the event of a crisis, so she had some idea of what would need to be done. Again, she dissapeared into the bathroom for privacy, cleaning and bandaging her leg before coming back out. A Ano.. Thank you, Motochika san.. She said, bowing her head to him. "Can't let ya just get sick and die after I rescued you like that.." He said, "So, yer welcome.." She nodded, standing there quietly before moving to sit back on the floor with her blanket, feeling a little relief from the pain in her leg. He made a noise and tossed her one of his pillows, "If ya wanna sleep on the bed, at least be comfortable.." Why was he being kind? His actions were confusing from what he said. Thank you.. She took the pillow and laid out on the floor with it, back to him. Her face flushed as she laid on the ground, the pillow smelling like him, a strange smell of iron and leather. "You owe me your life, it would be pointless to just throw it away." He said. Yeah.. Why was he so kind, only to say such hurtful things right after? She didn t understand pulling the blanket up to her nose, she closed her eyes to get some sleep. He laid down and made a noise, staring up at the ceiling quietly. Yukimura had been holed up in his apartment for the last three days, the only person to stop by was his upperclassman from the acadamey, Katakura Kojurou. He brought Yukimura a dish of food to eat while he recovered and gave him his condolences. It was hard though, Yukimura barely had any memory of the attack after being struck down, yet somehow he managed to get two miles away from the crime scene and into his bed at home. The CCG investigated, but found nothing, but cleared him of any suspicions on killing his partner himself. When Kojurou came to check on Yukimura again, he saw a vase of flowers and a card on the doorstep. He picked them up and brought them in for his subordinate."Sanada san?" He called, "How are you feeling today?" Yukimura had just finished taking a shower, and was in the process of bandaging his chest once more. Katakura senpai..! He called from the back of the apartment. I ll be but one moment..! Kojurou could hear footsteps as Yukimura came down the hall from the bathroom, towel still draped over his head as he hadn t quite finished drying his hair yet. Kojurou held out the vase of flowers with a smirk, "You have an admirer." He said with a teasing tone. Yukimura gave a confused look as he took the vase. He hardly had any spare time for personal matters, let alone a woman. An admirer? He echoed, opening the little card attached to the vase. The little card said simply: "To my bloodstained Dove. " Who could have sent him that? He didn't really have the wherewithal to really notice if a woman was into him. Especially if he was out and about. Yukimura often talked with a lot of civilians on the job, asking people if they d seen any strange activity or even following up on closed cases. He blushed at the thought of forgetting someone who obviously found him so important, but the comment was a little strange. It doesn t have a name signed.. He noted aloud, turning the card over only to see a blank back as well. "Odd. Maybe she wishes to admire from afar fir now. How's your wound? The stitches were rather crude but seemed effective." Kojurou said. Yukimura touched his chest with a small frown. Yes, the doctor left them in but cleaned them again... I must ve done them, I don t remember much.. He frowned softly, had he met a woman that night? He vaguely remembered speaking with someone but... No, surely it was a dream. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't use you in my next dinner menu."Was it a ghoul that saved him? He couldn't put a face to the woman's voice. He shook his head. What brings you by, Katakura senpai? Yukimura asked as he moved to set the flowers down on the table. "Just came to check on you, see if you were well enough to come back to work. You've been put on desk duty until you're a hundred percent again." He replied. Yukimura gave a nod, even though it didn t thrill him to be working at a desk, he had little choice. Thank you for checking on me, Katakura senpai. He said, bowing his head again. "Of course. If you need anything, do not hesitate to call. I hope to see you back at work soon." He said, bowing back. Nana couldn t tell how many days had gone by inside the dark little room Motochika kept her in, but she suspected at least two. The wound on her leg was improving, and was no longer an angry red color. He seemed to not really have a set schedule, just came and went as he wanted or needed. She waited for ten minutes after he had left, listening intently for any noise outside. When five minutes went by without a sound, she steeled her nerves and opened the door, peering out into the long hallway to make sure the coast was clear before running down the hall. It was then that she heard footsteps racing up to meet her, "Where do you think you're going, snack?!" It was the ghoul, Naki, who was constantly drooling at Motochika's door. Nana felt her heart leap into her throat, choking back a scream as she pushed herself to run faster, following the hallway all the way down. He launched forward and managed to clamp his teeth over her ring and pinkie finger, ripping them from her hand and swallowing them like they were pretzel sticks. This caused Nana to stumbled and fall, letting out a scream of agony as she pulled her hand to her chest, blood gushing from her hand. He had taken about half of each finger, biting through the bones in her hand like it was nothing. She let out a sob as she got back to her hands and knees, trying to get back to her feet so she could stumble away, leaving a trail of blood behind her as she went. She bumped into a pair of legs, which belonged to someone that made Naki stop. It was Motochika, and he looked angry. He swung a hard right hook, punching Naki hard in the mouth and sending him flying. He picked Nana up and walked her back to his room, dropping her on the floor beside the bed. Nana was clutching her hand and doing her best to hold back her sobs. Naki hadn t bitten her fingers off cleanly, and fragments of bone and torn flesh covered the bloody stumps of what remained of her fingers. She didn t try to get up yet, just trying to stop the bleeding of her hand for now. Motochika's boot slammed into the tibia of her right leg before slamming into the tibia of her left. They were relatively clean breaks, but that didn't make them hurt any less."What the fuck is wrong with you? Do ya wanna fuckin' die?! Huh?!" He snapped. Nana didn t answer him, couldn t answer him, only able to wail in agony as her vision burned white. She threw up on the floor, fresh tears coming to her eyes as she rolled onto her side, gasping and just trying to stay conscious. She tried to pull herself away from him, but wasn t getting very far very fast with only one good limb. "What, ya thought ya could just book it while I'm gone?! That you'd be safe once ya got out of me room?! Did ya forget where ya are?! You'd become food before getting five feet out the door?!" He growled. He could hear I m sorry in between her sobbing, body shaking from the total agony that she was in. She felt like she d be sick once more. She turned to look at how badly her legs were broken, feeling faint as she stared down at them. The bone was still inside her leg, but already the skin had a deep bruise on each spot he had stepped on. The breaks were both lower down on the tibia, closer to her ankles than her knees. He sighed heavily, "Jesus, maybe I went a bit overboard...ya gotta splint it, right? Your legs? Do ya know how?" She was shaking now, shivering almost, like it was cold. Wh What..? She sounded confused, and she looked tired, exhausted actually. She had stopped screaming, but in turn, was starting to look ill. Splint it... Y Yeah.. She gave a slow nod, looking at him with tired eyes. What was wrong with her? Her skin was starting to look more and more pale by the second, and she was sweating like she was hot, but shivering like she was cold. He actually felt rather guilty and grabbed the blanket, wrapping her up in it, "What do I need? Stay focused as long as you can.." He stopped abruptly he didn't even know her name. She let out a whimper or pain as he moved her to wrap her up, but she nodded. Nana... Even in the state she was in, she managed to register that he just realized he didn t learn her name yet. Supplies... She furrowed her brow as she tried hard to think of what she would need. It was like swimming in thick syrup, muttering softly a bunch of incoherent words. N Need gauze.. Um... splints, anything rigid and straight.. He could see her struggling to think. ...stop the bleeding... She was fighting a losing battle, eyelids dropping and struggling to keep them open. ...alcohol.. "Ok, ok...try to stay awake, ok? I'll fix ya up.." He said. There were sure to be some boards laying around somewhere he could use. He focused on her hand first he opened each first aid kit she had stacked in her corner and cleaned her mangled fingers with the alcohol they had before gauzing and wrapping them up. There was one problem fixed. He left quickly to get some loose boards or pipes before going back and trying to reset her leg. He tried to make sure the bone was straight enough without causing her anymore pain before splinting her legs with what he grabbed and the spare gauze wrap. Nana hardly made any noise when he set her legs, slumped against the side of the bed where he had propped her, eyes closed. She was still breathing, which was a good sign, but it appeared that she had lost consciousness for the time being. He frowned and picked her up carefully, setting her on his bed and making sure she stayed warm. He wiped the sweat from her brow and moved to clean everything up before looking up how to take care of her. Yukimura hater desk work, he d rather be out on the streets hunting down Ghouls, investigating crimes, not filing and reviewing paperwork. He sighed heavily and scratched the back of his head, sitting back in his chair as he looked over yet another file, his computer busy on its own task. "Sanada sosakan," Associate Investigator Ishida Mitsunari stopped by Yukimura's desk, his usual cold scowl adorning his face, "It is good to see you were not done in by those creatures." Yukimura straightened up immediately, nodding as he set the file down as he did so. Thank you, Ishida senpai, the doctor said I should be fine to return to full duty soon, but to not put too much strain on myself to avoid opening the sutures. "Good. I heard your quinque was destroyed. We will have another made for you soon. One that is superior to your previous one." He said. Yukimura bowed his head to Mitsunari. I m truly grateful, thank you, senpai. He said, then frowned softly. Did they assign a new partner to me yet? He stood silently for a moment, whether he was trying to recall or considering withholding that information was hard to gauge with his expression. "Not to my knowledge, no. But I imagine one will be assigned to you soon enough." Yukimura nodded and bowed his head once more. Thank you. He said, picking up the file he was reviewing once more. "You seem troubled." He noted blandly, "Perhaps I can be of assistance?" Yukimura shook his head. I m just trying to remember that night.. He said, glancing at his computer as it scanned the known Ghouls database. I don t remember much... Just a woman.. "I'll leave you to it then. If I can be of help, feel free to summon me." He said and bowed his head before leaving. Yukimura watched him go before looking to his computer again. That woman s voice kept echoing in his head, but he couldn t remember her face, it was out of focus, blurry. All he could really remember was her odd remark and her hauntingly colored kagune. Five tails. A rinkaku. There had to be something. The results of his search weren t helpful in the slightest. The profiles that came up were all for Ghouls that had died or were imprisoned. All except one. The profile didn t have a photo to go with it, but it was the only lead he had so far, so he d take it. It was for the S Rated Ghoul known as the Hostess, being known for taking humans, Doves and Ghouls alike to be dined on. That's all the info the CCG had. This was at least a start, although Yukimura would ve liked more, and to at least have seen her face, he could get more on her as he investigated. Any sightings of her put her in the general area he was in last night. He would have to stalk around again or start asking people questions. Nana s condition only seemed to stay the same no matter what Motochika did for her. She would lay in bed and shake all day, vomiting on occasion and getting little sleep. Her skin was still clammy and pale, and he began to notice a foul odor part of it was from not being able to stand to get to the bathroom to bathe, and the other part smelled of infection, but when he checked the bitemark, it was fine. He ran his fingers through his hair in annoyance before giving up and taking her to Kanou. He was not his favorite person ever but Nana needed help."Hey, doc, ya in?" Motochika called. Nana whimpered against Motochika s chest in pain, every step he took was painful for her. Ah, Chosokabe kun, what is it that brings you here? The old man stepped out from behind a large machine, a slight smile on his face, that was until he saw Nana in his arms. His expression dropped slight but he made no comment on her, only clasping his hands behind his back. "I kinda...broke her legs and I think I set them wrong...she smells sick but her fingers aren't rottin'...can ya help her?Withoutsneakin' a ghoul organ in her?" He requested. He stared at Motochika, only glancing at Nana once more before moving over to the row of beds, motioning for him to set her down as he went to get a cloth gown on and a few supplies. He moved and gently set her on the bed, "Now I really own yer life, aye?" He muttered amusedly. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, still sweating heavily, but he was sure he saw briefly a faint smile on her face.Kanou moved over, bringing with him a metal rolling tray. How long ago did you break her legs? He asked as he rolled up her pants to expose her legs up to the knee. Her feet were swollen up to the ankle, and her skin blotchy with deep purple bruises. Kanou made a soft noise before carefully touching her feet, which caused Nana to cry out in pain. "Uh...maybe a week...?" Motochika kept his distance but refused to leave. He knew better than to leave a human alone with Kanou. Kanou said nothing, only continued to look over her legs. He glanced up at Motochika as he started to cut off the splints. Did you set these? He asked. "I did my best.." He answered, "I had to make do..." It s terrible. He said blandly, getting up and moving back to the far cabinet, rummaging around before returning to Nana. It appears to be a local infection, more than likely caused from an improper setting of her leg bone. He drew out some clear liquid into a syringe. Lucky for you, you brought her before it became sepsis. I ll set her legs properly and apply a new splint, and she ll need to take antibiotics and steroids to help fight off the infection. He said as he removed the air bubble from the needle and moved to inject it into her. He watched Kanou suspiciously and nodded, "I can do that." He replied, before his eyes scanned over the medicines Kanou had. He took note of the pain killers, in case Nana would need them. You don t have to bother stealing any. The old man chided as he put the needle into Nana s arm and administered the drug. I m starting her first dose, you can administer it through the IV I ll give you for her or directly, just mind how much you give her, she s small. He removed the needle from her arm and Nana slowly started to relax. Just don t go getting her addicted, I m only giving you one bottle. He said, setting the syringe aside and working on her legs, resetting them and wrapping them up. That should be enough, unless you wanted me to look at her hand as well? "No, I think her hand will be ok. I like to think I've been doing a good job keeping on top of it." He replied. He nodded and stood, heading back to his supplies and getting her a saline drip and some needles. Just hang this somewhere over her head, and I ll have someone bring by the antibiotics and steroids later, I ll have to get them first. He worked on putting the IV in her arm, starting the drip for Motochika. Let me know when this one runs out too. "Thanks, doc..." He muttered, taking the saline and needles. How was he going to get these back and carry Nana? He wasn't about to make two trips. He made a noise and gently set the saline bag and needles on Nana's abdomen before scooping her up carefully and carrying her back. Nana made no protests to how he carried her back, in fact, she was asleep and looked to be, for the first time in days, not in pain. She breathed slowly, her heartbeat finally slowed to a normal pace. Up close he could see the bags that had formed under her eyes, her soft plump looking lips and thick eyelashes. She was rather pretty, and she was pretty cute when she was asleep. He felt his cheeks heat up and he kept his gaze forward as he carried her back to the room. He set her gently on the bed and covered her with his coat so she wouldn't overheat with a blanket. He would have to go out later and get some more food for her. What did humans eat when they were sick? He didn't really know. Maybe like stew or soup? He'd figure it out. She seemed to only improve from that point, the sour smell slowly dissipating from her. She still slept quite a bit, probably from the drugs, but at least she didn t look like she was in pain anymore. When she woke, she looked groggy, and her speech was a bit slow, but she was at least not crying from pain. Nana watched as Motochika cleaned her hand for her, working carefully, with a focused look on his face. You look cute.. She murmured, still watching him. When you re really focused... You look cute.. He almost spilled the bottle of alcohol he was using to clean her hand with, "Wh What? Whadda ya talkin' about? Imma ghoul, the Western Ogre. I ain't cute." She blinked slowly, shaking her head and smiling softly. I know... But you ve been nice to me so far... Excpet for breaking my legs.. You ve given me clothes and food and a place to sleep... Thank you.. Surely it was just the drugs talking, right? I didn t really think men like you were my type though... oh, I didn t mean it like that tall, you re just really tall... I like it though.. "You're just high..." He muttered as he finished the last of the cleaning and redressed her hand, "There." When he was finished, she shifted in bed shaking her head once more. I am... But I m not lying... You could ve let me die, but you didn t, and even if you hurt me sometimes, I m grateful that I owe you my life.. She said, still watching him with half lidded eyes. "You hungry?" He asked, "I got more soup...you seemed to like the chicken rice shit..." He said. She laid back in bed, bringing the covers back up to her nose with a nod. Yeah.. It was like she had already forgotton what she had just said, perhaps it really was the drugs after all. He moved and heated up her soup, glancing over at her every now and again. She stayed where she was, drifting in and out of sleep as he cooked for her. Food from a can that you had to heat up sounded awful, and it smelled like shit, but she seemed to like it enough, so what did it matter. It seemed like he d have to feed her once again, but she was cooperative, so at least it was easy. He tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot before taking it and moving over, "Sit up..." He said gently, "Come on, stay awake.." Nana sat up as he told her to, her groggy eyes shifting to focus on him so she could eat he had to feed her, her dominant hand hurt and the drugs usually made her so tired she d spill the food. He helped her eat slowly, catching any soup that spilled from her lips with the spoon. "This smells like dog shit..." He muttered. Nana only ate the spoonful of soup that he brought to her lips. It tastes good... You didn t burn it this time.. She said softly. "Sh Shut up..." He muttered, "It was an accident last time..." She laughed softly, a soft smile on her face. I know, but it was funny..! She said, taking another bite.It was raining out, and quite heavily, Megohime made her way over to Masamune s place with an umbrella and a small bag of snacks for the two of them. For Megohime a cold black coffee, and for Masamune, a cold coffee with cream and a few sweet things he told her that he liked. She rarely spent money on food items anyway, since the only thing she could really drink from vending machines was black coffee without getting sick.Masamune usually left the front door unlocked for Megohime, so she didn t have to climb in through the window anymore. Masamune..! She called as she shook out her unbrella, setting it into the umbrella stand. I got your food, I hope they re the right flavors! She called as she closed the front door behind her, removed her coat and shoes, and headed inside. She could smell blood. Not a lot but it was there. Upon entering the living room, she saw Masamune on the floor partially on his side he was twitching and he had a cut on his head from hitting the table on his way down. He was shaking, eye rolled back so far she could only see his sclera. A bottle and a syringe was scattered across from him, was he trying to kill himself again? No, that couldn't be. She remembered him showing her his medications, it looked like what he needed to prevent his seizures. Mego Ike dropped the back of snacks instantly, rushing to his side and dropping to her knees on the carpet beside him. Masamune...!? She grabbed his shoulder, looking over him with panicked eyes. Was this a seizure? Was he dying? Tears burned in her eyes as she called his name again and again with no response. She looked to the needle and bottle, the needle already filled with the medicine. She crawled over to it quickly, grabbing the needle and returning to his side. It s gotta go in the muscle, or else it ll hurt. She remembered his words as she yanked back his sleeve, pushing the needle into the part of his arm with the most muscle and pushing the plunger down. She emptied the entire needle into his arm, pulling it out and tossing it away before looking to his face again. Did she inject it in time? Masamune, c mon, you gotta wake up, please..! She begged, moving around and scooping his head up, cradling him against her, shaking him gently a few times. Should she inject more? Should she take him to the hospital? She felt tears run down her face as she started to cry more. Please, I m sorry, please don t die..! Please be ok..! A couple minutes felt like eternity before his shaking stopped and his gasping evened out. His eye looked up at her, dazed and confused, but didn't utter a word. Maybe his brain was rebooting from the overload of the seizure. She had his head resting in her lap, and she was still crying, petting his hair gently. Masamune..? She asked softly, relief flooding over her face. Oh thank god..! She looked like she would cry again, her make up a mess, smudged and running. You scared me..! She whispered as she wiped at her eyes with the sleeves of her shirt. "Sorry..." He managed, "Didn't think...I'd have a seizure so bad...you ok...?" She shook her head. That s what I m supposed to ask you..! She managed out a small laugh, keeping him in her arms. Did I give you enough? Of the meds? I just gave you the entire syringe... Do you need a hospital? "A hospital visit...would be recommended...but not wholly necessary..." He replied, "I just need to let the meds do their thing...I hate hospitals anyway..." If you get worse, I m taking you there. She said softly, grabbing the blanket off the couch and using it to cover Masamune. Do you need water..? "I might need some fluids soon...definitely some food when I can feel my arms again..." He replied, "Thank you...for saving me again..." He grinned weakly, "You really are my angel of death...always popping up when I'm about to die..." Don t joke like that..! She scolded, but he could hear a bit of amusement in her tone. You seriously scared me! She hugged his shoulders gently. What would I do if you died..? She asked softly. He gave a weak laugh, "Probably eat me... " He joked again. Megohime leaned down and kissed him gently, holding the kiss for a moment before pulling back. I couldn t do that.. She whispered, cupping his face gently. She had kissed him so suddenly, and it had happened so quickly, Masamune s brain almost didn t register it. "I don't even know your name..." He replied softly, "That's not very fair, y'know..." Megohime. She answered him softly, looking down into his one eye. It s Megohime.. "Megohime..." He repeated, "Just as lovely as you are.." Her cheeks were flushed and she rested her forehead against his. You re supposed to be resting.. She reminded him gently. "I am...I have my head on the lap of a pretty girl and I'm kinda comfy all things considered.." He replied playfully. You re talking too much for someone who s resting. She said softly, but she was smiling, eyes sad, brushing his hair away from his eyes. Don t leave me just yet ok..? I think that.. I m falling in love with you.. He blushed softly and looked up at her curiously before smiling warmly, "Ah, I think I have you beat...I loved you since day one...since I first saw your teal tail and ghoulish eyes... Kojurou tells me what they are all the time but I can never remember.." Megohime s own face flushed and she smiled a bit. What? My tail? It s a kagune. She said softly. "Kagune..." He repeated softly, "And your eyes?" She didn t mind sharing with him about her Ghoul parts, she actually found it a bit comforting that shecouldshare with him. When my eyes are black like that, it s called Kakugan. She explained. It doesn t really change me other than looks... I guess it s kinda like when a cat hunts a mouse, and it s pupils get really thin a predatory thing. "I really like when you have your kakugan on...makes your already red eyes much more beautiful.." He told her, taking her hand gently, "My eye is just boring blue... " She took his hand, holding it gently. I like your eye, you don t see many people with blue eyes... and foreigners don t count. She liked the feeling of his hand holding hers, and she gently rubbed her thumb against the back of his hand. I brought you your snacks if you want to eat them.. I got you most of the flavors they had since I wasn t sure which one you d like the best. "You didn't have to..." He smiled, "But thank you...I think I'm good enough to get up and eat.." She nodded and helped him sit up onto the couch, retrieving the bag of snacks and setting them out on the table for him. These are ok for you to eat right? I heard humans have healthy and unhealthy food... But I don t really know the difference. "I can eat these, yeah...I love junk food...I'm sure ghouls have healthy and unhealthy foods too.." He said, taking the can of coffee she brought him. She opened her own coffee and took a sip. Kinda..? Like we can drink coffee, but if coffee is the only thing we consume we ll still starve from lack of nutrition. And other than that, we only really eat one thing... Meat. Eating too much isn t great for you, same with eating too little. "I imagine eating human food is unhealthy..." He said, "Meat is such a broad term, I don't mind if you say flesh or humans..." She looked down at her coffee. But putting it like that makes it seem like you re just cattle or something.. She said quietly. She remembered the talks she had with her father, that humans were lower than them, and it was no more sad for them to kill and eat a human than for humans to kill and eat a cow. "Well, to a ghoul, we are..." He replied, "It's fine...it doesn't seem fair but it's the way of things..." He told her, "I may not seem like cattle but I'm sure any other human is.." Megohime didn t reapond, she didn t know how to tell Masamune that he was right, to her, other humans were simply cattle. Nothing more than an animal to be raised for consumption, all except for him and Doves. You should eat, you look a little pale. He took her hand gently, "Hey..." He moved to look at her face, "It's alright...I don't think any less of you for following the way of things...I happen to enjoy the favouritism." He smiled. You re such an idiot. She said with a soft smile, lacing her fingers through his, glad to be spending time with him. "Blissfully yours though " He grinned.Motochika was struggling not to rip chunks out of Nana with her in such a state. He was so hungry, he had been focusing on helping her that he had neglected himself. With a sigh of frustration, he madr sure his door was locked before heading out to go to his least favorite place for food Chisai Hakuga Little Faded Moth. An odd name for a Ghoul oriented restaurant but it kept the Doves away. When he entered, the maitre d stood quaking."D...Do you have a reservation?""Ne, ne, Kasuga chan. I'll handle him." Akihime smiled as she moved over, "Ohayo, Chika kun ""Food. Now." Motochika growled. She smiled and pressed against him."Such a brute I haven't seen you in so long and this is how you greet me ?" She purred. He glared down at her."Hello. Bring me food." He reiterated. She bit her lip and moved away."I'll have you placed in the VIP room your visit will bring in so many guests " Nana s condition had improved greatly since taking her to Kanou, but she still required shots of morphine every so often to keep her from crying in pain. Kanou said it wouldn t be long before he could wean her off of them, but recommended she stay on them for the time being if he didn t want to hear her crying all night. She was an easy meal, hardly a fight off the drugs, and on them, well, he would probably be able to help himself to what he wanted. He needed to stop think like that, otherwise he really would end up eating her. He sat down at the table Akihime showed him to and watched her pour him a glass of blood, A Positive from the smell."Would you like lean meat or fatty meat today, Chika kun ?" She asked. Nana seemed rather lean no, stop. Don't think like that."Fatty..." He huffed. Akihime bowed her head and left him in peace. The thoughts wouldn t stop, and as his stomach growled, they only got worse. Nana s lips looked soft and plump, and her skin was definitely soft, he had wiped enough tears and soup off her face to be sure of that. He gnashed his teeth together and swallowed down the blood. He didn't want to think about her like that. He couldn't. He cared about her."Here you go " Akihime set the flesh in front of him and he tore into it like he was starved. Akihime bit her finger, face flushed. The world around him seemed to fade away as he ate his plate of meat, nice and bloody. He had to focus on the fatty meat, just the fattiness of it.It wasn t Nana.Her smiling face flashed in his head, her mind words in his ears. Thank you, Motochika. You re cute.. I m grateful that I owe you my life.. He stopped halfway before setting it down, "I'm not hungry anymore...""Haa ? The Western Ogre, that could eat his own weight in human flesh, not hungry ?" She mocked. He lowered his gaze."I have a lot on my mind.." He replied. Why?Motochika had never lost a fight with a Ghoul, had gone against countless Doves and had killed even more humans for food, so why? Why was this one woman able to make Motochika so weak? Why was she able to bring him to his knees so easily? He couldn t get her face out of his head, her kind smiles, her polite demeanor, even after he had stolen her away and broken her legs. Why did she not hate him and call him a monster? He stood and dropped some money on the table, "Feed it to someone who needs it." He said and headed out, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. She followed him, smiling brightly."Bai bai !" She sang after him. Motochika had a mission that night, handed down to him from the top brass, show some Doves a good time. It was risky huskiness, but they were sticking their noses places they didn t belong, and were getting information that wasn t for them. He had returned long enough to get his mask and make sure Nana was ok, he gave her her dosage of morphine before he left and made sure to lock up again before going out to give these pesky investigators a taste of their own medicine. Nana would be out for hours, hardly noticing when Motochika came back next. She opened her eyes slightly, blinking and then squinting at the harsh light from him turning it on. She only closed her eyes again, far too tired and out of it to care. "Nana..." He sounded slurred, tired, before she heard a loud thud on the floor beside her. He got the shit kicked out of him good, they ambushed him and nearly managed to take him out. But there was no way he was going to leave Nana alone with no one to care for her. So he pushed himself passed his limit to get back to her. It took Nana a moment, but she slowly stirred from the bed, sitting up. Motochika..? She looked around for him before finding him on the floor. Motochika!! She fell out of bed, having to crawl her way over to him, her movements slow from the drug. Motochika, what happened..!? She touched his shoulder gently, looking him over in horror, he was absolutely covered in blood. He glanced up at her, eyes tired, "Doves...a lotta them...didn' wanna die...had ta come home.." He gasped, "Need...food..." He felt something drip onto his face, then he finally registered Nana was trying to flip him onto his back, tears streaming down her face. What do I do? Do you have any here? She asked, lower lip trembling. Was she crying over him? "Need it fresh..." He answered before moving to nuzzle her thigh, "So hungry..." He expected her to kick him away, to be disgusted and to leave him to die on the floor, but that s not what he got at all. You can have some.. She said gently. If it ll keep you from dying... then take some of mine.. He glanced up at her again, looking a little taken aback, "What...?" The look on her face told him she was completely serious. I can t go out to get you some, both because of my legs and because I couldn t bring myself to kill someone... but, I can t kill you either by not helping.. She sat back, hooking the waistband of her pajama pants with her thumbs. Just, don t look.. Her cheeks were flushed pink as she pulled down her pants to her knees, exposing her legs. Motochika had never gotten her any clean under clothes, so she had none on. Take as much as you need.. She said softly. He blushed darkly and tried not to look at her good bits as he moved towards the meaty part of her thigh, "I won't take a lot...and I'll clean it good when I'm done.." She nodded, letting him take her leg into his hands, her own face flushed as she stole glances at him. It was embarrassing hiving him so close to such an intimate area, but it couldn t be helped, he needed flesh. He decided to make it fast, taking a good chunk from her thigh and swallowing it down, already feeling so much better. He sat up and wiped his mouth before moving to dress and clean the bite wound. Nana muffled the small cry of pain, glad to be on painkillers already. She let him dress her leg, and once he was finished, pulled up her pants. Was that enough? She asked softly. He nodded, "Yeah...I'll be ok now...thank you..." He muttered before picking her up and setting her back in bed, "I...appreciate it.." Nana could feel the pain break through the medication at times, a sharp throbbing pain in her thigh. You did the same for me when I was in bad shape... And I owe you my life after all.. He blushed softly and lowered his gaze, nodding, "Y Yeah.." He replied, "Um...do you need a little more pain killers?" She shook her head. I should be ok for now... It s a little uncomfortable, but I ll let you know when it starts to hurt. She said with a gentle smile.Yukimura still hadn t been cleared from desk duty, higher ups wanting him to have a partner before he went back out on duty, which he understood but was frustrated by. Still, that didn t stop him from poking around in the areas that the Ghoul he was looking for had been sighted. On his times off he would go around asking people if they had maybe seen the ghoul who had saved him. Sometimes people would blow him off others they had nothing to offer him. Yukimura had very little to go on, he had a codename, but that was mostly used among Doves he didn t even have a physical description of the woman he was looking for, only a description of her kagune. "S...Sumimasen..." A middle aged woman approached him, looking nervous, "You're looking for a ghoul woman, right?" Yukimura had just about given up for the day when the woman approached him. Oh, yes, any lead on her would be very helpful..! He said with a small nod. "I don't have any evidence to confirm it but...but I know she's the reason for the recent disappearances...! I've seen her take people from their homes...! She took my husband from me!" She became more emotional the more she spoke, "You have to catch her and make her pay! She owns a restaurant at the South side of the Ward!" Yukimura s face grew serious and he nodded. I ll do everything I can to find her. Was she really the one who had saved him? Why would she save him, but take and kill other people? He needed to know more. The woman bowed deeply, sobbing and sputtering her thanks before giving him the name of the restaurant. Chisai Hakuga. He felt eyes on him after that but didn't exactly know from where. Was the ghoul near by? Yukimura jotted down the information in his notepad, bowing to the woman and then heading off. Surely this would be his best lead yet, however he couldn t tell his superiors since he technically shouldn t be doing any street work just yet. It was almost sun set by the time he reached the address. It was a rather high end looking establishment a small off grey moth with red antenae rested gently on the kanji for "ga" on the sign. A woman was standing outside, brown red hair shining orange in the dipping sunlight. Her brown eyes were gentle and warm."Ohayo, Yuki kun." She greeted gently. That voice. Was this her? Yukimura stopped where he was, staring at the woman. It was her, he knew it. After hearing her voice, the events from that night came back to him in full clarity, she had saved him. She had killed the ghoul who was going to kill him, and even took him back to his home and treated his wounds. You re beautiful.. The words practically fell out of his mouth before he could stop himself. His face flushed and he shook his head. I I meant to say thank you..! He bowed his head quickly. "A little ironic for a Dove to be saying that to a ghoul, hm?" She asked, smiling softly, "Your wound smells better. Yogatta. I was worried my stitch work was too poor." Yukimura had never hated ghouls, in fact he held a firm belief that there was a better way of solving how things were done. There were bad ghouls just like there were bad humans, unfortunately, some ghouls had to suffer for the rest to survive and live better lives, and for that, Yukimura regretted the path he had chosen. I know it s a little strange.. He straightened up, offering a soft smile. And yes, the doctor said it shouldn t be long before it s completely healed up. She smiled more and moved over, "Akihime desu..." She said, "Did you get my flowers?" Yukimura nodded. Y Yukimura! But.. You already knew that. He looked a little embarrassed. And yes, they were lovely. She placed her hand on her cheek and gave a delighted sigh, "Ureshii desu...my card was so vulgar, but I didn't know what to say... " There was no way this woman, this pure ghoul, could be a horrible abductor. She was so kind and pleasant. Yukimura rubbed the back of his neck, she was charming, but she was still a Ghoul, so he had to be careful how he approached her. I m sorry if this comes off as rude or ungrateful... But why did you save me? She blushed and looked away, "You called me beautiful..." She answered shyly. Oh. That s right, he had conveniently forgotten that little part. I I... I m sorry if that was perverse of me.. Honestly I thought I was a dead man, so I just said what I was thinking.. Megohime and Masamune s relationship only deepened after his episode, and from then on, her visits became more frequent, and she started bringing him more healthy foods though she still brought him junk food she made sure he always took his meds and even started carrying around a notebook. She never let him look inside of it however, always getting flustered and hiding it away when he asked her about it. The relationship was almost completely normal, like two young college students dating. She would spend the day with him and keep him entertained, and he would talk about anything and everything she d occasionally spend the nights as well. "Hey, Mego," Masamune began one day while they were cuddled under his blanket on the couch, "You think you could wear some cute frilly undies and garters for me some time?" He passed a shit eating grin, obviously wanting to see her prudish reaction. He watched as Megohime s face slowly turned a bright shade of red, stammering out a few words before she finally made some sense. Wh What for..? She asked, clearly embarrassed that he had even mentioned such things. "I wanna see you in some cute frilly things " Masamune replied, "I've seen every porn video at least a hundred times, I want something different ""I don't think it's perverse.." Akihime replied, "I thought it was sweet...I've never been called beautiful before.." Megohime looked like her face could cook an egg with how red it was, but she hadn t said no yet. She turned her face so it was pressed into his chest, letting out a muffled response. Fine.. Yukimura blinked in surprise and looked to her, a bit surprised, even looking like a human, she was quite beautiful. I m glad that I spoke my mind then. He said with a warm smile. "Oh wow, really?" He looked down at her, "That's so sweet you're way too kind to me, Mego "Her face turned bright red and she smiled, "As am I...ah, but you probably need to get home...I'm sure you have someone even more beautiful waiting for you.." Megohime stayed like that for a moment before picking her head up a bit. You said you watched porn videos... Do they... Do they kiss in them..? She asked quietly.Yukimura laughed, the thought funny to him. Only my bed. He said. Sadly I m still single.. "Usually..." He replied, "Why? Do you not watch porn ?" He asked."You don't have to lie to me, Yuki kun.." She smiled, "You're out of my league anyway "Hewas out ofherleague? Megohime glanced away. Once or twice... Other than that, not really no... I just.. She glanced back at him. Could we kiss like they do in the videos..? Yukimura was flattered, cheeks flushed pink. Ah... I really don t have a girlfriend... Work takes up much of my spare time anyway.. He grinned, "Aw you're way cute of course we can ""Unfortunate...women should be breaking down your door." She told him. Megohime only nudged him at his teasing, obviously a bit shy and inexperienced at such intimate things.Yukimura thought for a moment. Akihime dono... If it would be alright, I d like to ask if we would be able to meet again, I d like to ask a few more questions when the time is better. "Do you wanna kiss?" He asked gently, "It's ok, you don't have to be embarrassed.."She smiled and nodded, "I would love to. I know a coffee shop that makes some really exceptional coffee, we can go there and I will happily answer all your questions." Megohime nodded, shifting in her spot against him and leaning up to press her lips to his. She held onto the front of his shirt and closed her eyes, making a soft noise.Yukimura nodded. It sounds wonderful. He agreed, writing down his contact information and handing her the slip of paper from his notepad. I have the day off tomorrow, so anytime is fine for me. Masamune kissed back gently, his arm that was already around her pulling her closer gently as his other hand moved gently to rest over her thigh."I have to come in tomorrow and just check the books...I'll be free around noon. I'll let you know when I'm on my way." She told him. Megohime broke the kiss, eyes opened half way before she kissed him again, heart beat starting to pick up. When she pressed her lips to his, it felt good, like electricity.Yukimura nodded, and after getting the address to the establishment, he said his goodbyes and headed home. He returned the kiss with equal heat and passion, holding her tighter in his scrawny arms.She smiled and bid him farewell before licking her lips, "What a silly naive little boy " She shifted closer, pressing herself against him and kissing him slowly. After a few minutes, things began to get a little more heated. Megohime had moved so she was sitting in Masamune s lap, straddling one of his legs. Her arms were wrapped loosely around his neck as she kissed him deeply, letting out a soft noise of delight every so often. His hands moved over her body slowly, feeling her curves and just enjoying petting her. His chest ached slightly but he ignored it he wanted to enjoy his time with her. Megohime brought her hands up to cup his neck under his ears, pulling back a bit, breathing heavily against his lips. Are you ok..? She asked through heavy breaths. You re shaking a little.. "Ah, my chest just hurts a little but I'll be ok.." He replied. Am I too heavy..? She leaned back so she wasn t leaning against his chest anymore, a worried look on her face. D Do you want to stop? "No, no.." He laughed softly, "It's just one of my symptoms, it flares up every now and again even with the meds. It isn't too bad, I'm fine...you're fine...!" She gave a nod, then thought for a minute. Would it help if you were on top..? She asked, thinking the pressure against his chest couldn t help any. "It would hurt the same.." He said, rubbing her thighs affectionately, "I'll be fine...I'm not made of glass " About there to me though.. She leaned forward and kissed him again. Just let me know when it s too much, ok..? She muttered against his lips before kissing him again. He nodded, giving her a noise of agreement as he kissed back, holding her waist gently. Megohime brushed Masamune s hair back, kissing him deeply again, letting her hands slowly roam over his body. She shifted in his laps every now and again, feeling a slight bulge growing against her thigh. "Sorry about that.." He muttered amusedly, "It has a mind of its own " Megohime looked a bit embarrassed, letting out a groan and letting her forehead fall against his shoulder. You suck sometimes..! She said. He laughed loudly, hugging her waist, "I mean I could, but it isn't my style " She beat lightly against the side of his head with her fist, being extra careful to not hurt him. U Urusai..! The following afternoon, Yukimura headed over to the coffee shop Akihime had emailed the address of, wearing his casual clothes that weren t much of an improvement on his stiff suit and tie get up for work. He wore slacks and a nice dress shirt, the sleeves of the dark red shirt rolled up to his elbows, and he no longer sported a tie.Nana was slowly being weaned off of the pain medication, still having a dull ache in her legs, but she was sick of being asleep all the time. Motochika even got her a wheelchair where from he never would tell her so she could wheel around his room so she wasn t stuck in bed all day. He still had to help her into the bath, but was able to start doing a few things on her own. "Yuki kun!" Akihime called brightly, her hair put in a braided crown and dressed in a black fishtail skirt and dark blue blouse, "Ohayo!"Motochika did his best to stay home with her so she wasn't always alone in his room, but work was work and sometimes he had to leave. He missed her a lot and his preformance was lacking some days, but he did his best not to make anyone suspicious. He was home with her today, helping her cope with the pain. Yukimura waved and smiled. I hope I m not too early, I ve never been here, so I wanted to make sure I got the address right. Nana sat in her chair, rubbing her legs. I m really ok Motochika, they just ache is all, and I took some aspirin five minutes ago, I just need to waif for it to kick in. She said, offering a smile. She stopped before him and smiled, "That's alright...I finished early so I could see you."He made a noise, still rather concerned, "I shouldn't have taken such a large bite the other day...it'll take ages to heal...you'll turn grey by then..." Yukimura s cheeks flushed.She has finished early just to see him. Ah, then I m glad. Shall we go inside? He asked, motioning to the establishment.Nana shook her head, sitting up in her chair. Really, you shouldn t apologize so much, I said you could have some, and it s only a little sore. She had to be stifling the truth, a bite like that would probably throb with every heartbeat, yet she was still so kind, and even smiled at him. I promise I ll tell you when it gets too painful, ok? She nodded, "I like sitting by the window, if that's ok?" She requested politely.He frowned softly and nodded, "Alright..." He replied, "Don't bear with it for my sake...if it's too much, I wanna know." He nodded and held the door open for Akihime, enjoying the aroma of coffee. He did prefer tea over coffee, but didn t mind if the coffee had cream and sugar in it.Nana only wheeled over to the little desk Motochika had in his room, and started on origami. It was one of the few things she had to do to pass the time while he was away, and though it wasn t much, she didn t complain. Are you going out again tonight? What was this? Why was he speaking nolivingwith a human like they were equals, like they were partners? She took the closest window seat and sat down, ordering a simple black coffee, "So, what questions did you have, Yuki kun?""Uh...no, I'm free tonight..." He answered, playing with his thumbs. It was odd, talking to a lesser being like she was one of his own. But she wasn't unpleasant company. Yukimura ordered his own coffee with cream and sugar and cleared his throat. It s just about the incident... I ve been thinking a lot about things. He traced his fingers around the edges of his notebook as he talked. Like why were you in that area at that time of night? Why save me? A compliment can t be the only reason. He glanced up at her, his expression serious. And why did the woman I spoke to dissapear the same night I came to see you? Most of his questions were only based off of hunches, gut instincts, but he had the feeling she had much more involvement in his life than he knew of he could prove none of it though.Nana folded her paper happily, keeping her eyes on her work. What do Ghouls do in their free time? Oh... that was probably rude, I suppose you wouldn t know what every Ghoul does... And even if you did, I m sure they do relatively the same thing humans do.. She mused. "I don't know anything about any woman who spoke to you." She answered calmly, "Her disappearance has nothing to do with me either. There are other ghouls who like to hunt and eat in my territory, perhaps she was consumed as an unfortunate event." She sipped her coffee and made a noise, "I was in the area because I was on my way home from work, I don't live in a box or have a home in my restaurant. I don't shit where I eat." She seemed rather offended by his question, her eyes boring into him. It was unsettling, like she could tear him apart right there. But then her expression softened and she smiled."As for saving you, I suppose it seemed like the right thing to do. I couldn't rightly allow such a handsome man to die. Dove or not, you have your whole life ahead of you. My father wouldn't have agreed with it but something about you resonated with me...""I take care of a silly girl who likes to endure her burdens quietly and make me worry.." He replied, his tone teasing. Yukimura s expression didn t change, but Akihime could hear his heartbeat pick up a bit. Well, over everything, I thank you again for saving my life... Despite what your father would think.. He looked down at his coffee. You know how this looks, don t you..? A Ghoul saving a Dove... And a Dove not turning that Ghoul in, letting her leave, and now even having coffee with her. Nana s cheeks flushed, and she kept her eyes down. I just don t want to bother you with things that aren t all that important.. "You're the only one who knows my face, or that I'm even a ghoul...if I didn't trust you, I wouldn't be answering your questions, Yuki kun.." She told him gently, "I take very good care not to let the CCG know who I am...the fact that I have a file shows that I have slacked somewhere...but being close to you and talking to you..." She blushed and looked away, "Gomen...it's inappropriate for me to say such things aloud...""You are important..." He said quietly, "I would have killed you by now if you weren't.." Yukimura s cheeks were flushed pink, and he looked a little embarrassed.Idiot virgin.this would be too easy if he was so easy won over by her words. W Well... He glanced away and rubbed the back of his neck. I suppose I could ask you out for questioning again if anything else comes to mind.. Nana blinked and smiled softly down at her origami. Well, thank you for thinking highly of me.. "I will happily answer all of them." She said. God, he was truly naive to trust her so easily. It was a wonder he wasn't killed sooner. "What do you think of the coffee? It's the best place in the whole Ward, I think."She didn't hear him get up but she did notice his footsteps. When she turned her head, his lips gently captured hers in a soft kiss. His lips were a little chapped but that was to be expected from a man like him. It is rather good. He said, nodding with a small smile, taking another sip and taking his notebook off the table, putting it into his coat pocket. I shouldn t keep you any longer than I already have though. He said, reaching into his pocket to pull out his wallet. The drinks will be on me today. Nana was caught completely off guard, eyes widened in surprise before she slowly leaned into his kiss, touching his cheek gently with the palm of her hand as she kissed back. "You can't stay a little longer? We only just sat down..." She frowned, watching him stand.He suddenly pulled away and looked away, face flushed, "S Sorry...I shouldn't have done that." Yukimura knew she was more dangerous than she let on, after all, she was an S rated Ghoul who hadn t yet been seen or even caught. Ah, please forgive my rude behavior, let me just get something to eat then. He said and held up one hand before he went to order something to eat. Coming back, he sat down. I ordered you another black coffee, I know you can t eat, so forgive me. He said with a sheepish grin.Nana turned her wheelchair to face Motochika, shaking her head. No, I m glad that you did..! She said. To be honest.. I kind of wanted to do that too, but I m not really able to get up to you. She blushed and smiled, "Arigatou...for the coffee and for staying with me.."He blushed more and crouched in front of her, "Is this better?" He smiled back. It s no problem, I rather enjoy your company. He said, sipping his coffee.Nana nodded and shifted forward in the chair, reaching out to cup both of his cheeks and pulling him closer to kiss him once more. Her lips were soft and plump, and her kiss was gentle and slow. "You flatter me, Yuki kun.." She said bashfully, "So...may I ask you some questions?"Motochika kissed back and made sure she was stable and confortable, not wanting her to have to push herself just to show him affection. Yukimura nodded. Of course! It s only fair that you d have them after I asked you some. He said.Nana didn t seemed to mind, seeing as how instead of pulling away, she deepened the kiss, moving her hands down his neck and to his shoulders. "How long have you worked in the CCG?" She asked, "You're so young, I imagine not for very long..""He cupped her cheek and deepened the kiss, making a soft noise of delight as he held her. Only about three years now. He confirmed with a nod. I was entered into the academy at fifteen. Nana leaned forward to press her chest to his, letting out a soft noise as she pulled away slightly to catch her breath, then kissed him heatedly again. "Sugoi " She swooned, "I bet your parents are so proud of you "In those couple days, Megohime actually went out and got some cute black lingerie to wear for Masamune, which led to them being rather intimate for the first time. He helped her with any embarrassment or guidance she needed and despite his chest pains flaring up a little worse due to his excessive breathing, it was a rather successful first time for the both of them. They laid in Masamune's bed, her head on his chest as he ran his fingers through her inky black hair, just relaxing and enjoying the afterglow. Megohime had never been with a man before, and although a bit awkward at times, and a bit uncomfortable at times, it otherwise felt rather good. She placed lazy kisses against his chest, eyes closed as he played with her hair, the blanket pulled up over the both of them. "I hope I didn't suck too bad." He smiled softly, "Though you did seem to enjoy yourself " Megohime s face flushed a bit. It felt good... Was I too rough with you? She asked, looking up at him. You sounded like you struggled to breathe a little at the end. He grinned, "Nah, just my chest pains again...I'm fine.." He replied. He jumped out of his skin and groaned loudly in pain when his door opened and Kojurou stepped in. The Dove stared dead at Megohime before glaring hatefully. There was no denying that the man who had just walked in was a Dove, he was even still carrying a briefcase and had on the familiar white coat. Megohime sat up, pulling the blanket up over her shoulders to keep herself hidden. She debated if she should kill him or not, he had seen her face after all. I I should go.. She muttered to Masamune. "What? But, Mego...""Please leave." Kojurou demanded politely, his thumb hovering over the button for his quinque. Masamune looked over and scowled lightly."She doesn't have to leave." It s fine, it s getting late anyway. Megohime moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing her clothes off the floor. She didn t care if Kojurou watched or not as she redressed, pulling her clothes on, then walking toward him to leave through the bedroom door. See you, Masamune. She said, moving passed Kojurou and heading for the door. The room was tense, Megohime slipping on her shoes, then leaving, closing the door behind her. She heard the door open and shut again as foot steps followed behind her."Never set foot in this house hold again." He stated firmly. Megohime stopped, turning to look at him. And if I refuse? She asked, staring him down. She kept her distance, not moving away from him or toward him. "I'll see to it that you are hounded and harvested. Just because he is sick does not mean you can butter him up to devour him." He stated. Is that what you think is happening here? She pushed her hands into her coat pockets. Would it be better to play along? Perhaps I ve already taste tested him. She turned her back to him. Don t worry, I don t really want to see your face again either. She said and continued on down the road. She heard the familiar click and hiss of his briefcase before a reptilian bikaku wrapped tightly around her, constricting her tightly."Next time I will not hesitate to kill you." He stated before he pulled the quinque back. Megohime scoffed softly, being jerked back slightly when he pulled the quinque back. You aren t a very affective investigator if you let your prey go. She said, then took that moment to dissapear quickly around the corner. She would have to find a different way to visit Masamune. Kojurou moved back into the house, where Masamune stood glaring in the entry way."She's different.""Masamune...""If she wanted to eat me, she would have!""You're acting like a teenage brat.""A brat?! You kicked my girlfriend out!" Megohime woke slowly, every breath painful she blinked a few times, letting out a soft groan, then winced. She hissed in pain, a sharp throbbing pain through her hands. Megohime was horrified to find both hands had been skewered through with a meat hook, hanging from the ceiling by a chain. She would be hanging for a bit before the meat locker opened."Ah! You're awake " Akihime greeted brightly, "I was worried I broke you " Megohime didn t have the strength to lift herself up to free herself from the hook, so she had no choice but to hang there. Bitch. Was all she hissed, glaring Megohime had been on her way home from Masamune s when she was ambushed. Akihime had attacked her and knocked her out. Fighting Akihime usually wouldn t go so terribly, but she hadn t eaten meat for at least two months at that point, and she was weak. "Rude, Mego chan after I brought you here as a guest " She tutted. Do you hang all of your guests from meat hooks? She hissed at her. What sort of game are you playing? "I noticed you were always coming and going from a house that was poverty compared to yours. So I decided to see what the hubbub was about how tragic that only a dying man could date you " She said. Megohime went stiff and she started to kick and struggle. You stay the fuck away from him! She snarled. He s got nothing to do with this, so keep your whore hands off of him! "Oh please, he wouldn't even pass as an appetizer." She scoffed, "But he'll make destroying you so much easier " She smirked and gave a soft sigh, "I hope he gets the gift I sent him soon " Megohime glared hatefully, struggling to yank herself free from the hook that was impaled through her hands. Leave him out of this. She repeated. "I refuse " She smiled before turning to leave, "I'll be back when I hear from Mune kun " Megohime screamed after Akihime, kicking and struggling, but to no avail. Her body ached, but her hands hurt worse, and after taking a minute to look up at them, she found she was missing a finger. She was left hanging there for a long time, cold and aching, before Akihime finally returned, "Good news I hear Mune kun is on his way though it may be a bit he seems to be struggling through all the tears " What have you done to him? You have me here, just fucking do what you want! She screamed. Her own cheeks were stained with tears, but not for herself. Just kill me. "Where's the fun in that? Killing you now just wastes all my hard work." She pouted, "For being such a thorn in my side, I'm going to pay you back in kind " You ve been the thorn, whore! You just want to play human with your little restaurant, my family supplies food enough for all the Ghouls in this ward, you don t need such large hunting grounds, or your own hunting grounds for that matter! Go impale yourself on your own Kagune, bitch. She snarled. Akihime's rinkaku shot out and all five tails stabbed through Megohime's abdomen, "If your family has enough food, then why don't they share? Why do I still have to resupply my restaurant on my own? I have requested a partnership for years and have always been denied, despite who my father was!" She seethed. "I don't play human, I feed those your family would rather let starve. If anyone is playing human, it's you. You're vile and distusting, taking a human as your mate. What would your father think when he finds out?" Megohime cried out in agony as she was impaled five times at once. Th They don t supply you because you re a nobody! You associate with trash Ghouls, and you re a seedy bitch! She grunted, as breathing was rather painful. And having to pay for a service and goods isn t unfair! We aren t a charity, and we feed those that we can. She sucked in another forced breath. And daddy, daddy, daddy. Whenever shit doesn t go your way, you always go running on back to daddy to fix your problems, don t you? She pushed her kagune deeper, glaring hatefully, "What good to me is a dead man?" She laughed through her pain, blood pouring from her mouth and stomach. A A lot apparently... Seeing as how you got all his money... Admit it, you re a sp spoiled daddy s girl brat through... and through... She ripped her kagune out roughly and stormed out, not wanting to waste any more time. Megohime s head dropped and she coughed up a good amount of blood, eyelids growing heavy. She was already low on energy before Akihime had snatched her up, and now she had a bunch of holes in her. She didn't know how long she was up there for before she heard voices again."...is she...?""Ohayo...kun...right...way... " Megohime was barely able to keep herself conscious, the blood had stopped dripping down her stomach, but she could tell she was struggling to heal. She wheezed softly, head hanging limply and her eyes closed. She just wanted to rest, to float off like her body told her to, but she knew thay if she let go, she would die. "Mego!" Masamune called out to her, "What happened to her?!""Ah, she's been a very bad girl and I needed to punish her " Akihime replied. Megohime stirred, but barely, lifting her head slightly before letting it fall again. She didn t have the strength to talk, only coughing up more blood. Masamune moved to go pull her down but Akihime easily pulled him away, "Ah, ah, ah. Leave her.""Get her down, she's dying!""Hai. I know " Don t... touch him.. Megohime slurred out, picking her head up to glare at Akihime with unfocused eyes. She wasn t in a good state, skin pale and wounds remaining open even though they should ve been at least partially healed by then. "Why aren't you healing,Mego chan? Your holes should have closed up by now...unless you haven't been maintaining a healthy diet?" Akihime asked. Masamune looked confused."Healthy...?""She hasn't been consuming flesh recently, Mune kun.." Shut up! She snapped, only to vomit blood once more, groaning in pain. Shut up..! Masamune didn t need to hear about her disgusting habits, her disgusting diet. "You do know she's a ghoul, don't you?""Well...yeah,but I figured she was taking care of that on her own..." Masamune replied. Akihime stood silently for a moment before smiling wickedly."And I'm the disgusting one, eh ?" She asked, glancing to Megohime. Megohime gnashed her teeth. What was she planning? Couldn t she just let her go? She was suffering enough eating only small bites every so often, and now she had to deal with this shit? Shut up..! "I will not I'm insulted you would accuse me of playing human when you've been starving yourself for one. What, you think he will love you more if you give up your need to live and consume? He will not." She chided."That's not true!" Masamune argued, "I don't approve of her starving herself but that doesn't mean I love her any less for it!" Akihime rolled her eyes and punched him hard in the face, knocking him out cold. Megohime screamed, trying to rip her hands free again. No!! She trashed and kicked, blood spilling from her wounds. No!! No! Don t you fucking touch him! Don t you put your filthy hands on him! She was crying again, tears pouring down her cheeks. "Damare." One tail shot out and wrapped tight around Megohime's throat, choking her out to make moving her easier. It didn t take much to knock Megohime out, falling limp in Akihime s grasp in seconds. She woke up again to the smell of blood, a familiar scent and it was heavy."Mego chan wakey wakey " Megohime woke, still so very tired in her weakened and dying state. She opened her eyes, her kakugan active as she looked around, was she smelling Masamune s blood? Akihime was holding out a piece of flesh, smiling brightly, "Daijoubu I brought you food " Megohime was so weak and hungry, she reached out for it, nearly drooling as she took it, then she stopped. Horror flooded over her as she finally recognized the scent the flesh belonged to. Her mouth opened in horror, tears slipping down her face as she dropped the meat, letting out a sob. Ma Masamune..! Akihime pouted, "Oh! Rude! After I carefully cut that out for you!" She scolded, "I didn't kill him. He's fine. He's still knocked out over there." She moved and pointed, showing the slumped Masamune with hos arm bandaged tight. Why would you do that?! Why!? She snapped, trying not to hyperventilate. She wanted so badly to eat the flesh she had dropped on the floor, but not if it had come from Masamune. She wanted to vomit, wanted to scream and cry, but she only had enough energy to really talk at this point. "Because you're starving and you need to eat." Akihime replied, before picking up the flesh again, "Come on, say ah " Megohime refused to do any such action, keeping her mouth shut tight, and even trying to swat the meat away from her. I d rather die than have to eat him. Akihime scowled and pinched her nose closed so she would be forced to breathe through her mouth. When she opened up, she forced the flesh into her mouth and kept her hand over so she wouldn't spit. Megohime let out muffled screams and sobs as Akihime forced his flesh into her mouth, and after struggling and choking on the meat for nearly a mintue, she finally swallowed it. Tears ran down her her face, and she glared hatefully at Akihime. Akihime merely smiled and moved back, "Yummy, huh ? For a sick man, his meat isn't too bad " Megohime was disgusted with herself the meat tasted so good she could take even more, and that s what disgusted herself. Fuck you. She spat out. "Do you want more ? Maybe somewhere fattier like his thigh " Akihime moved over to Masamune and grabbed the razor sharp carving knife from the table beside him. No!! Megohime nearly screeched, forcing herself to drag herself across the ground toward Masamune. Don t touch him..! She wasn t demanding this time, instead she was begging. Please, just let him go, you ve made your point, please, don t hurt him anymore..! Akihime looked over and scowled before she started to open Masamune's pants, tugging them from his hips so she could get to his thigh, "Maybe the outter thigh would be better.." Akihime felt a tug on her sleeve, soft sobs behind her. Stop, you re going to kill him, he s already sick..! Oh, was that what that notebook in her bag was about? Pages and pages full of medical text and medicine regimens, it had to be about this human here she was making such a fuss over. Akihime looked down at her and gave a half hearted shrug, "Well, you need to eat, don't you?" No! I told you, I d rather starve than eat him, please! She begged. Please don t take anymore from him! "But you're starving.." She frowned, feigning concern, "You should eat.." No, She gripped Akihime s sleeve even tighter, trying to pull her arm away from Masamune. I m fine now.. Please.. Akihime made a noise, "Fine...I won't cut into him just yet." She said and moved away from Masamune. It seemed that she was genuine, until her kagune shot out and knocked Megohime away, "Do not touch me with your disgusting hands." Megohime was thrown across the entire room, hitting the wall on the other side and crying out in pain. Her wounds were starting to heal, but it was a slow process. She didn t apologize, only ground her teeth and glared at Akihime. "Oh, don't look at me like that." She hissed, "You're the disgusting human fucker." Megohime only spat a wad of bloody saliva toward Akihime, then turned her attention to Masamune, moving over and trying to crawl back to him. She moved and kicjed Megohime away frim him as hard as she could, "No. Bad." She scolded. Megohime got the wall again, crying out once more, but again, she only tried to crawl over to Masamune once more. "Get any closer and I cut off one of his fingers and feed it to you." She growled, pointing the carving knife at her. This stopped her immediately, Megohime moving no further, fists clenched and dropping her head in defeat, shaking as she blinked tears away. Masamune didn t deserve this, not one bit. "So what happens to him if he doesn't get those meds you had in your book?" She asked, "Does he die ?" Please... If he doesn t get them, he could have a seizure and possibly die.. She said quietly. Just let him go home.. "Mm...no." She replied, "See, he's seen my face. And I don't need him going and crying to any Doves. That would get us both killed. No, I figured I would just feed him to you piece by piece and then finally kill you chomp down on your shitty bikaku and become the greatest ghoul in the ward with you out of the way, no one will stop me " And I m the one playing human? At least I m not a fucking stupid human in my pretend world.. She kept her head down as she talked. I never gave claim to the Tamura clans business, so what makes you think I m heading that household? Kill me, and my parents and my clan are still there.. They ll still squash you like the insignificant bug that you are... "Mayhaps you shouldn't speak so poorly to the woman who holds your dying boyfriend's life in her hands." She said before throwing the knife and digging it into Masamune's thigh. The man jolted awake and screamed in agony, breathing heavily as he tried to register what was happening. Stop it! Fucking stop! She screamed, picking her head up to glare hate at Akihime, digging her nails into the cement floor so hard they cracked and broke. Hurt me, fucking hurt me not him! "I told you my plan for the both of you." She said, moving over to rip the knife out, "Ohayo, Mune kun!""Wha...what's going on?" He gasped, "Please...let us go...""No. She's going to eat you first, then I'm going to kill her.""No, please don't kill her.." He pleaded. I m not eating him. Megohime ground out through her teeth, feeling her energy slowly returning as her wounds healed. Just a bit more and she was going to take Akihime s head right off her shoulders. Akihime moved over to her before stabbing the carving knife into Megohime's back. Wait, wasn't it a normal everyday knife? Why didn't it break off her skin?"M Mego!" Megohime screamed in agony as the knife scraped off her shoulder blade and sunk deep into her back. Was it quinque steel? How was she able to get ahold of such a thing? She clenched her fists, breathing hard, but glad Masamune was no longer the one on the receiving end. J Just look away.. She forced out. Worry about your leg.. "No, I want him to watch." Akihime said and pulled the knife out before digging it pretty close to the base of her spine. Megohime jolted and let out another scream, feeling the blade sink deep into her flesh, feeling warm blood soaking into her black turtle neck. The stomach of the sweater was already swiss cheese, and now the back was as well, but as long as she wasn t hurting Masamune, she d endure it. "Please! Please stop!" Masamune begged and Akihime ripped the blade out, licking the blood slowly before spitting to the side."Disgusting." Megohime only let out a soft grunt when the blade was ripped out, not moving. She wouldn t let Masamune get anymore hurt than he already was he was weak, and sick, and this should could endure. "Are you hungry, Mego chan ? Do you wanna heal ?" Akihime cooed. No. She said quietly. In fact, your arm must be tired, you stab like a human.. She said through a shaky chuckle. Maybe try one more time, I might feel it this time. She scowled and dug the knife straight into her spine, "Did you feel that, whore?" Megohime grunted, feeling her legs go numb, but the pain from being stabbed wasn t numbed at all. H How am I the whore... when you re the one inviting strange men in on a daily basis..? She scoffed. "Strange men?" Akihime scowled, crouching in front of her, "What are you talking about?" Oh? Only the front you put on... This is a brothel, isn t it? She said with a shit eating grin. Isn t that why you always fucking reek when you open your legs? All five tails shot out and dug into Megohime."Give me one good reason not to quarter you like a fucking chicken." Megohime grunted in pain, blood trickling from her mouth and down her chin. B Because.... Chickens don t get quartered.. She grinned. Akihime was practically foaming at the mouth she was so angry. She took her knife and stabbed Megohime over and over, using both hands to put all her weight in her swings. Megohime grunted and let out cries of pain, each stab landing with enough force to break her bones, and they broke alright. When Akihime was done, Megohime lay limply at Akihime s feet, barely breathing. "N No! No!" Akihime looked when she heard Masamune scramble toward them and she snagged him back."Don't touch her." She hissed. Megohime had a far away look in her eyes, blood soaking her sweater and out onto the floor around her, breathing shallow and slow. The first week Akihime had them was God awful. She barely fed either of them anything and without Masamune's medicines he suffered terribly from his chest pains and seizures. Megohime had little choice but to watch Masamune suffer without his medications, and in turn, he watched Megohime suffer unimaginable horrors at the hands of Akihime. She cut pieces of Megohime off and fed them to her, she would gouge our her eyes, cut off her fingers and toes. They would all grow back, but the pain never stopped. Akihime pierced meat hooks through Megohime through her shoulders and arms then was lifted off the ground by them. She was stripped down to nothing, her clothes in tatters anyway. Her tongue was removed, stabbed in the ears to deafen her, had her legs skinned, bones broken and Masamune had to watch it all. Megohime hung from the meat hooks still like she was crucified, blood dripping from her mouth and Akihime s knife buried to the hilt in her stomach. "Hm...perhaps we should make use of her up there.." Akihime said and wandered off. Masamune could barely find the strength to push himself upright."Mego...c can you hear me...?" Megohime was really only able to move her eyes, which were tired and unfocused. Run.. She whispered out in a soft wheeze. When she comes back... Run.. Nana and Motochika slowly grew more intimate with each other, spending quite a bit of time cuddling and holding hands when Motochika wasn t out working. Nana enjoyed it, Motochika made her feel safe, and he was comforting to be against. "I'm not gonna leave you!" He argued, "I won't...!"Motochika brought her home a lot of cute outfits that he would find while out on missions, purchasing them during the day so he wouldn't have to steal them. Nana wouldn't have liked it if he stole. And what good will it do if you stay..!? Then we ll both die... I m just some shit Ghoul... Please.. Please don t make me watch you die.. She begged.Nana wore everything he brought back for her, enjoying the attention, and she was even working more at standing for longer periods. Things would occasionally become heated though, and the two would get caught up in their passion, but they would never go all the way. "I'm not leaving...!""Good. I wasn't going to let you anyway." Akihime said as she came back with a small basket of paints.Motochika didn't trust himself to take that last leap with her, too scared he would accidentally rip into her. Megohime felt her heart sink, glancing over to Akihime and watching her approach, saying nothing. She was so tired, and she just wanted it to all be over with.Nana understood his worries, although he didn t explain them in detail, she knew he must ve been struggling with something, so she didn t press him on the subject. Kissing was a given, and touching even more so.They lay together on the bed, Nana with her back against the pillows, and Motochika beside her. She kissed him slowly, running her fingers through his hair, touching his cheeks and neck, making soft noises as he fondled her. Akihime hummed as she lowered the hook just enough that she could reach Megohime, painting her skin in different colors.He was rough with his touches, as was expected of him, loving the attention she gave him. He hadn't felt like this before, he liked it. Megohime flinched when Akihime touched her, confused as to why she was being painted different colors, but said nothing to Akihime. She looked to Masamune, looking like she wanted to cry, like she wanted to be saved funny, a monster wanting to be saved by a human.Nana gave out small gasps and whimpers at his touches, but didn t try to push him away or stop him. She only continued to touch him gently, moving her touches down his neck to his collarbones, then to his chest. She pushed her hands under his shirt, feeling his skin gently, fingers brushing his nipples. "What are you doing...?" Masamune asked. Akihime glanced back at him and smiled."Well, I can't have a blank dart board, can I?"He shuddered and let her touch him all she wanted, his own hands movinf over her smooth skin. Megohime frowned, wasn t hurting her enough, why did she have to make a game of it?Nana felt a little exposed as he touched her hips and thighs, face flushed deeply, but she tried not to think of the fact she still had no underwear to wear. She kissed him deeply, slowly teasing one nipple with her hand, brushing against it, touching it slowly, feeling every shudder against him. She wanted more from him, wanted to make him feel good. "What color do you think, Mune kun?" She asked, grabbing some knives from her basket."N...None of them.." Masamune replied. Akihime pouted."Well, that's no fun.""H Hold on..." Motochika pulled back, "Um...this is gonna sound really shitty but...I don't want to really go too far...not yet...I don't wanna hurt ya.." Megohime just closed her eyes, she was so tired, mentally and physically. There wasn t much else she could do, Akihime only fed her and let her heal to just the point of not being on deaths door, and if she tried anything, Masamune would he put in danger.Nana was out of breath, looking up at him when he pulled away, but she didn t protest. O Ok.. She have a small understanding nod, but he couldn t help but see the slight disappointment in her eyes. Was she forcing him to go further than he wanted? Should she not initiate with him? She pushed her skirt back down, shifting to simply be closer to him. I m sorry, I don t mean to worry you.. She said softly, laying her head on his chest. "How about...red. I like red." Akihime said and chucked the knife into Megohime's lower chest, just under her breast."Hey, no, it ain't you!" He said quickly, "It's just...I struggle enough not eatin' ya when I'm hungry...I'm worried if I get too worked up, I might..." He stopped and held her tight, "I feel bad enough for the scar on your thigh.." Megohime muffled her cry of pain as the knife easily sunk into her flesh, only jerking and clenching her jaw. Tears swelled in her tired eyes, wanting to let out her sobs of frustration.Nana hugged him back when he held her. Motochika, I told you you were allowed to take from me what you wanted... I owe you my life. She looked up, carefully brushing a few stray hairs out of his face. I just want to be with you... I don t care if you take a dozen more bites from me.. "Let's make it even and go for black...a poor way to play darts but I'm never one for rules when playing casually, you see." She said and let the knife fly, digging into Megohime's arm."I can't..." He muttered, "I can't take from you...I've already taken your whole life from you..." Megohime s arm, which was already pierced by two meat hooks to keep her up, was struck by the knife, and it sunk deep. She cried out in pain, entire body going tense, shaking so hard the chains that held the hooks started to rattle. There wasn t much that you took.. She said softly. Honestly some days I just spent wanting to give up on everything. She smiled sadly. I m glad that you saved me.. "Stop! She's hurting!" Masamune yelled. Akihime looked him dead in the eye before throwing a knife into Megohime's thigh.He held her tighter, hiding in her hair, "Gomen..." He muttered. Megohime let out another scream, the knife sinking deep into her thigh like the other knife had gone deep into her arm. She felt like she was going to vomit, she had been stabbed and healed over and over, and all the regeneration was starting to wear heavily on her body. Even a Ghoul had their limits, and now even Megohime s inky black hair had streaks of white in them Akihime was starting to wear down on her lifespan.Nana only held Motochika, petting his hair gently as she murmured to him softly, reassuring him and comforting him. "Oh, look at that I can ser some white in there let's see if we can't make all of it white " Akihime smiled."I ain't gonna live long..." He muttered, "If I'm lucky, maybe another 20 years..." Akihime would spend the next four hours throwing knives into Megohime on and off, only to leave to get more from her kitchen. When she finally ran out, Megohime looked like a pin cushion. Dozens of knives lodged in her arms and legs, the bulk of the knives stuck in her chest and stomach, but she had even managed to take out both of Megohime s eyes with her knives. Megohime hung limp once more, nearly pushed over the edge of dying as she hung there dripping blood like a carcass. The roots and a few inches of her hair had become a snowy white, leaving the ends black.Nana shook her head, looking at Motochika in confusion. I don t understand... You hardly look thirty..! "I like that look for you, Mego chan " She remarked before moving to carefully take the knives out, "Here, let's get you healed up, hm ?""Well, this white hair ain't a trend I picked up..." He said, "If a ghoul goes through enough trauma, their hair goes white...they lose a few years or even decades depending on the damage...I've been through a lot here in Aogiri...I'm payin for it.." Megohime only twitched slightly with each knife that was removed. She didn t try to lash out, remaining hanging limply in front of Akihime. Her lips moved slightly though, slowly like she was whispering something. ....im.....go... She could barely make out what Megohime was saying.Nana stared at Motochika for a moment in disbelief, then slowly shook her head, cupping his cheeks. No...! No, you can t go, please, what am I supposed to do when you re gone..? She asked weakly, tears forming in her eyes. "Hm?" Akihime moved closer, "What was that?""We got time...plenty of time..." He soothed, "I'll get you out before I kick the bucket...I promise...I'll live out the last of my days with you.." Let.... him....go... She heard her mumble, in fact she was just saying it over and over. Akihime couldn t really tell wheat Megohime was feeling, seeing as how her eyes had knives in them, and her face was rather slack.She held onto him tightly. Is there anyway to get your life back...? Wh What if you are more of me..? "Aw, I can't do that, honey...he needs to know how ugly you really are..." Akihime said before turning to Masamune, "Did you know that her family traffics humans by the thousands so we can eat? Kinda like sex trafficking but for food ""Shut up..." Masamune hissed, "That's not true...""Aaww " Akihime cooed, "You poor idiot boy ""It doesn't matter how much I eat...I've used up so many cells to heal over the years that pretty soon...it won't matter..." He muttered, "You deserved to know..." Megohime s lower lip quivered, and she kept her head hung, having to clench her teeth. It was true, every word Akihime told him was true and it made her want to die.Nana only started to cry more, and she pull her dress away from her shoulders. No! You just need to eat more! Was she wanting for him to eat her right there? I can afford a few more bites, please..! Tears were dripping down her face, staining her cheeks. It isn t fair! I just found you, so why..? Why can t we have a happy ending together..!? "Mego...?" Masamune sounded so small, "Please tell me...it isn't true...""Nana, I'm not taking any flesh from you, that isn't how this works...we can still be together, I promise...I won't leave you for a moment..." He told her. Megohime refused to answer, refused to even look in the same direction she hear Masamune s voice come from. She clenched her teeth so hard she felt they would crack. Tears and blood stared to fall down her face, leaking from her crushed eyes as she cried silently.Nana didn t know what else to say, she just held onto Motochika and cried. It wasn t fair that she would only get to see him live until his fourties or fifties, but she would grow grey and wrinkled without him. The thought of it made her terribly sad. Akihime pulled the knives carefully from Megohime's eyes, drying her bloody tears away, "Sshh, sshh...it's ok, Mego chan.."He shouldn't have told her anything. But it would have hurt more if he just randomly died beside her. This was awful. Megohime didn t even bother to jerk her head away, she just let herself cry and let Akihime play nice, wiping her tears away.After a while, Nana finally calmed down, laying with her head in his lap. Where can we go..? "Here I saved you some flesh from the restaurant...it isn't Mune kun's I promise " Akihime said, moving away before coming back with a slab of meat. She gently lowered Megohime down to take the weight off her hands, "Here, I'll cut it and feed you...say ah ""Far, far away...all the way North where Aogiri can't find us...I'll protect you with all this barbaric strength I have.." He told her. Megohime only turned her head away, refusing to take the meat. She didn t want to heal again, she wanted to die, wanted to just get what she deserved. She looked so tired and frail she looked like a battered corpse rather than a living person.Nana nodded, wiping at her eyes with her sleeves. I ll do what I can to keep you fed and protect you from people who would try to pry into us... I just want to be with you, Motochika.. "Come on, Mego chan...it isn't fun if you deny it...if you don't, I'll move to Mune kun." She said.Motochika nodded, cupping her cheek, "So do I, Nana...I love you.." Megohime didn t want to play this awful game anymore, She was sick of being Akihime s play toy. Akihime heard a soft crunch, like the sound of a Ghoul biting into a humans flesh, but it was coming from Megohime, and she wasn t eating the flesh Akihime was offering. Megohime chewed hard on her own tongue, biting deep into it to sever it and bleed to death, which wouldn t take much since she had already bled quite a bit.Nana put her hand over Motochika s, smiling softly. I love you too. She said softly. Akihime scowled and sat back, waiting for Megohime to finish."Mego, stop! Stop, please!" Masamune begged, "Don't make your condition worse!!"He smiled softly and kissed her gently, "I won't leave you...so long as I draw breath..." Dead...anyway... Were the last words she managed out before she finished chewing her tongue off, then spit out the severed tongue, feeling a slow, steady trickle of blood coming from within her mouth. Akihime scowled and ripped the end of her skirt before shoving it in Megohime's mouth."Honestly, how childish are you." She scolded. Megohime tried to spit out the cloth, wanting nothing to do with prolonging her life. If she was going to die, she would choose when and how. Akihime sighed in annoyance and covered her mouth to keep her from succeeding."Knock it off." She huffed. Megohime and Masamune would endure another week of the horrors Akihime had in store for them, bringing their total time trapped in the basement up to three weeks. Masamune s condition only got worse, having seizures more frequently, and the time between his recoveries lengthening with each attack. Megohime was no better off her hair was nearly all white now, and at this point, Akihime had her tied to a chair. All of her fingernails and toenails were black, and her expression blank and eyes lifeless. "You look so pretty now, Mego chan " Akihime swooned, "Look at you I'm almost jealous of Mune kun " She said. Masamune laid unresponsive in the corner, staring blankly at the far wall. Whether it was from the seizures or the trauma, no one could say. But he was bad. Megohime said nothing, only stared ahead blankly like Masamune, though Akihime could be sure it was from the trauma with her. She hardly reacted anymore, even when entire fingers were cut off, or her belly sliced open. She didn't feel the knife cut into her, more the pressure really. "Maybe if I cut your tiny tits off, they'll grow back bigger." Megohime said or did nothing, only keeping her blank stare as Akihime mutilated her chest, removing her breasts with the boning knife. Akihime hummed and tossed the flesh and tissue into the bin not too far away, "There was way more there than I originally thought " Megohime could hear Akihime talk, but it sounded garbled, like she had her head submurged in water. Even her vision was tunneled like she was watching everything happen through someone else s eyes. Akihime sat admiring her work, so engrossed that she didn't hear the door to the basement open or the footsteps that followed. She did, however, notice the large bikaku that wrapped around her and looked to Megohime thinking it was her. When she realized it was not in fact her, she looked back quickly, only to be thrown across the room by Katakura Kojurou."A Ah...how did you know...they were even down here...?" She asked, the wind knocked out of her."There were witnesses who saw Masamune heading this way. I put two and two together." He stated. Akihime gave a soft laugh."Of course...I should have just stolen him from his bed...but that wouldn't have been fun..." Megohime sat partially slumped over in the chair she was bound to, still staring blankly. To anyone just entering, she looked rather dead blank stare on her face and dark circles under her sunken eyes. She was pale and thin, like she had the very life sucked from her body. Akihime sat up and leaned against the wall, watching Kojurou as he moved to check on Masamune."Ne," she began, "you don't know who I am, do you?" Kojurou glanced over."I could kill you and then it won't matter." He said. She gave a winded laugh and rested her head back."No thank you. I have a restaurant to run. No one will take over for me." She said. Kojurou picked up Masamune and fireman carried him over his shoulders before grabbing his quinque and heading out. Akihime scowled."Oi," she growled, "What about Mego chan?" Kojurou turned to glare."Let her bleed out." He stated and left. Akihime smiled weakly."Man after my own heart.." Soft footfalls sounded on the stairs that led down to the basement, and for a moment Akihime thought that the Dove had changed his mind and had come back to finish her off, but he hadn t. A more slender figure entered the room, stopping at the doorway, and looking around for a moment. He was beautiful, from what Akihime could see of his face, half of it being covered by a mask, and he wore a dark suit not a Dove but a Ghoul. When he spotted Megohime slumped in the chair, he moved over and crouched down, untying her from the chair. "Ohayo " Akihime greeted, "My, you're quite the handsome one have we met before ?" He didn t stop what he was doing, merely pulled the rope free from Megohime and covered her with his suit coat, not caring that blood got on it. He picked Megohime up carefully, then turned his attention to Akihime. H lt die Klappe, schwein. He nearly spat the words out like he had something disgusting in his mouth. She licked her lips, "Handsome and speaks German Hmm you wouldn't happen to know Tsukiyama Shuu kun, would you ? He likes foreign things too " Still holding Megohime carefully in his arms, his leg shot out and kicked Akihime hard in the side of the head, knocking a few of her teeth from her head. Keep Master Shuu s name out of your filthy mouth. He said coldly. She whined and rubbed her cheek, smiling softly, "Hai hai " She wheezed, "Gomenasai " The man turned and left with Megohime, leaving Akihime by herself in the basement. "Yare...mayhaps I should ask Shuu kun why he keeps such rude company " She said amusedly. With the weeks that came, Motochika took Nana out, he asked her to wear a disguise as to hide herself from Aogiri, and with her still being stuck in a wheel chair, it wasn t hard. She wore a wig and sunglasses but at least she was able to get out and get fresh air for the first time in months. Nana enjoyed being out in the sunlight with Motochika, just relaxing as he pushed her along the shops. U Um Motochika..? She turned to look over her shoulder. Could we shop there for a little bit..? She asked in a hushed tone, pointing to the shop just across the way an underwear shop. He looked and his face lit up like a Christmas tree, "U Uh...y yeah sure..." He replied shyly. I I can go in by myself! She said quickly. I I just haven t had any for months.. She said sheepishly. I won t be long, I promise..! "A Alright, I'll be right here.." He said, "Let me know if you need me though, ok?" What would she need him for? To get his opinion? His face lit up again, "Try not to need me though, ok?" She blinked and nodded, then rolled across the way to enter the store. She didn t take long as promised, finding a couple things in a brand she had bought before and simply paying for them with the money Motochika gave her. When she rolled out of the store, she didn t see him, and figured he had simply run to the toilet, as it was within view of the store. She rolled herself over to a more quiet area still within view, and waited. "Ohayo " The voice was almost haunting, dripping with fake warmth and kindness, "I don't think I've seen you before " Nana perked, holding her bag on her lap as she turned to look at who the voice belonged to. O Oh, hello. She said, Boeing her head slightly. Do you need something? She asked. Akihime smiled gently, "Just a moment of your time " She replied, "So...how well do you know Chika kun?" Akihime could see her shoulders stiffen, smell her fear. A Ah... I think you have the wrong person.. Motochika told her to not talk to anyone that approached her anyway. She clutched her bag, glancing around to try and find Motochika. I I should go.. She said, then tried to wheel herself away. "Matte " Akihime grabbed the handle to the chair and pulled her back easily, "It's rude to leave so abruptly in the middle of conversation."Motochika came out of the restroom with a sigh, hopefully Nana didn't need anything while he was gone. He went back to the store and his whole body ran cold like ice pumped through his veins. Nana's wheelchair sat in front of the store but Nana wasn't in it. Nana was gone, the little bag of money he had gave her was gone, not even a shopping bag lay on the ground or in the wheelchair. Nana still couldn t walk very far without it being painful, so she needed her wheelchair so where had she gone? He moved over quickly and gently sniffed the air, maybe Nana hadn't gotten too far. His stomach twisted into knots when he also caught Akihime's scent and his blood boiled before he ran at top speed to Chisai Hakuga.Akihime hummed as she made sure her knives were sharp, standing over the semi conscious Nana as the poor girl laid on a giant platter in only her unders the cute new nice ones Motochika gave her money for, no less. Nana laid on her back, arms at her side and staring up at the ceiling. Tears ran down the sides of her cheeks, but she couldn t make a noise. She could hardly move at all, really only able to blink. She wore her new pink underwear, which was humiliating, as Akihime herself had put on for Nana she had even adjusted the bra straps. "Daijoubu, daijoubu.." Akihime brushed her tears away gently, "Don't cry...I won't take much, I promise...just enough. Do you know how rare your blood type is? AB Negative is very hard to find I'd just carve you like a turkey but I want Chika kun to like me " This only made more tears leak from Nana s eyes, following Akihime s every movement as she worked around her. She begged silently that Motochika would arrive soon, and that this woman wouldn t kill her or worse. "I'll start with the outer thigh, alright? You won't feel a thing " She said and cleanly cut a good portion of fat and muscle from Nana's left thigh,starting just below her hip. Nana would have let out a scream if she could, and though she couldn t see the piece of her flesh missing, she could feel Akihime cut it away. Akihime could see the panic in her eyes, smell her stress, even saw her trembling slightly did she not give her enough muscle relaxant? Akihime set the flesh aside and cleaned the wound, wrapping it tight and moving to the other side to do the same. Nana could feel the blade slice into her skin, feel it drag along the muscle, cutting it easily and leaving a good sized portion removed from both hips. She was crying silently, remaining still except for the few slight trembles every now and again. As she wrapped the wound, she noticed a scar in the form of teeth like she had been bitten into. She smirked slyly, "Ah Chika kun got a decent looking nibble out of you, hm ? I bet you had him drooling, huh ?" Akihime knew Nana wouldn t really be able to answer, but the blush that crept across her face told her everything. "I'm glad he didn't go too far " She purred, "Ne, so tell me, how good was he, hm ? How big is he ? It's just us girls here " This only made her face flush more she had felt his manhood through their clothes a few times while kissing, she had even rubbed it with her hands, but she had never actually seen it or touched it directly. "Ah, you probably can't talk because of the drugs...that's alright I understand " She said. She perked when she heard the door open and she looked, seeing Motochika seething and panting. "Ah! Chika k !" She was interrupted with his fist smashing into her face and sending her flying backwards. He put his coat over Nana and picked her up before carrying her back home. Akihime whined."Why does everyone like hitting my face?" Nana didn t say anything the entire way home, she just stared blankly ahead as Motochika walked. Was she angry at him? Was she hurt? He could smell a faint scent on her, it had to be what was wrong with her. Her eyes followed him, but her mouth only hung open slightly as he walked. "Don't worry, Nana...everything's alright now...I'm sorry I even let that happen..." He told her softly. Fresh tears only leaked from her face, not able to respond to him in any other way but just staring.After a few hours, after they had arrived back in one of Aogiri s base and back in Motochika s room, Nana was able to move and talk again. Her movements were slow, and speech slurred, but other than the two pieces of flesh Akihime had removed, she was unharmed. "How ya feelin' today, Nana?" He asked as he propped her up on the bed, "Any better?" She gave a slow nod. I can start to feel my legs again... But now they hurt. She said, giving a small smile and a laugh, but tears were forming in her eyes. "Do you want some pain killers?" He asked, looking worried. She shook her head, taking his hand. Can you just stay with me? She s asked. He frowned and nodded, "Yeah, I'll be right here with you, Nana.." Masamune has been admitted to the hospital and put into the ICU in critical condition. He was malnourished and dehydrated, and a few of his organs were struggling to do their job. For the time being, he was in a coma that the doctors induced to keep stress off of his organs, so he didn t notice the hooded figure when it slipped into his room in the middle of the night. He looked awful, like a skeleton with skin. He had ti wear an oxygen mask because he was struggling to breathe. How could anyone do this to someone like him? The figure moved closer, shoulders shaking as they reached out and carefully touched his face, brushing his hair smooth with their fingers. They say on the edge of the bed and caressed his face gently, silent as death. He didn't move, didn't twitch or stir. He would have been assuned dead had it not been for the steady beep of the EKG. The figure shifted closer, cupped his sunken cheek and leaned down, kissing him softly on the forehead. They stayed that way for a moment, breathing in their scent before standing back up and heading to the window, then leaving. The figure jumped through the trees lining the park, only jumping back to the ground once they had left the small park that sat on the edge of the hospital grounds for those to walk in and enjoy nature. Moving to a parked car waiting on the other end of the street, the person entered the back seat and closed the door behind them, pulling the hood off their head. You didn t have to come and baby sit me, Tsukiyama. Megohime said, bags still prominent under her eyes, her black and white hair pulled up into slightly messy buns. Shuu smiled gently, one leg crossed neatly over the other, "Absurdit ." He said, waving his hand, "What kind of gentleman let's a young woman walk around without protection?" I suppose one that thinks every young woman needs protection. She muttered as she looked out the window, watching the hospital slowly vanish from sight as the car pulled out into the street and drove away. I understand I m indebted to you and your family right now, but please try to not make me your latest fixation. "I will do my upmost best, mon cher " He replied, "Your human friend, how is he?" Her demeanor changed immediately, and she turned her head to glare death at him. It s not any of your business. She hissed lowly, fists clenched so tightly, her blackened nails dug into the flesh of her palms. She had been touchy on the subject of the human she visited daily since she was able to walk ever since being brought to the estate by Kanae, in a deplorable state and barely alive. He rose his hands gently, showing he meant no harm by it. "Forgive me for upsetting you." She turned her attention back to the window. If you re going to insist coming out here with me, pretend I m just going for a walk. She said quietly.Megohime was recovering slowly, eating human flesh a few times a day, and even requesting Ghoul flesh on occasion. Her body had healed, but her nails and hair didn t change at all. She would have to dye it before her next recital, otherwise she d be stuck wearing a wig. She still visited Masamune daily, making sure he was still alive and doing at least ok.Practicing her Shamisen in her bedroom, she was only half focused on her playing, her mind stuck on Masamune. "What color do you think, Mune kun?" "Let's go for red...I like red..."She still had nightmares about those horrible three weeks. Megohime would often have night terrors, often resulting in her waking up to her biting her own arm to the point of nearly cannibalizing it.She started to visit Masamune more frequently, even leaving him one of his favorite flavors of sweets strawberry. They were always unopened, or sometimes she would find them in the trash. Probably Kojurou's doing. Regardless of what ended up with the sweets, Megohime always brought a new one daily, setting it on his bedside table. She sat on the bed, watching Masamune sleep. This never should have happened.. She whispered as she she pet his face. I m so sorry... I should have been able to stop it, but I wasn t, I was too weak, and you ended up suffering. His breathing was steady, his heart sounded perfect and he was gaining a lot of lost weight back. Megohime only smiled softly, though sadly, and pet his hair. You need a haircut... And you look so much better, even though you re still thinner than I am.. She said softly, then gently taking his hand. I wish you would wake up.. She felt a tear fall down her cheek. I have so much I want to say to you... So many apologies that won t count unless you wake up.. She hung her head, pressing the back of her other hand to her forehead as she fought her tears, holding his slender hand in hers. "I thought I told you to stay away from him." It was Kojurou, he had come to visit on his lunch break. He was glaring at thr back of her head, as if he could burn holes in her. Megohime didn t turn to look at him, only squeezed Masamune s hand gently, then let go and stood, turning to look at Kojurou over her shoulder. Her expression was sad, miserable almost, but she didn t attack. In an instant, she had bolted for the window, and was gone, jumping out of the fifth story window without hesitation. He moved to the window to see if the fall had killed her. Probably not, she was a rather resourceful ghoul, he noticed. There was not a single person in sight, not on the ground below, and not in the little park just outside. Megohime had slipped away unnoticed once again, and was heading back to the Tsukiyama estate. Need flesh. Ghoul, don t care who or how you get it, but I need a lot. She hit send, sitting in the back seat of the car as a Tsukiyama familial servant drove her home. "The magic word is please, mademoiselle. But I will see that Kanae fulfills your request."Shuu replied after a moment or so. Please, and thank you. She typed in with a soft scoff, but she had no other choice if she wanted this.It wouldn t take but a few days for her request to be filled, and Megohime even asked that she borrowed Tsukiyama s own private gallery, where he often held shows of fights to the death. This one however would not have an audience. Megohime did not like to be watched as she ate, and she certainly wasn t entertainment.She had already gone through about a dozen or so Ghouls, eating as much of the rancid tasting meat as she could stomach and then some. She was covered head to toe in blood, and only wearing her underwear there was no reason to ruin her own clothing with blood. Her kagune twisted behind her, still holding the corpse of a freshly killed Ghoul as she tore into a severed arm, ripping the flesh from its bone. You know I don t like being watched while I eat, Tsukiyama, She said, tearing another chunk of meat from the bone and swallowing it whole like a beast. What do you want? "You would make for some fascinating entertainment, you know " Shuu said as he approached, "We could even make bets on your meals you would get 75 of the profits, mon cher " She glanced over her shoulder at him, tearing another bite from the arm, an unamused expression on her face. I just told you I don t like to be watched while I m eating, why would I want my meals interrupted with more screaming than there already is? Her pointed tone softened slightly. I don t need money anyway. "Every little bit counts." He replied calmly, "You don't have to eat in front of them just kill " You already got a show out of watching me kill just now. She dropped the arm and brought the Ghoul clutched in her Kagune in front of her. Was that not enough for your tastes? She asked, tone soft, like her defenses were down and she was actually considering the offer. She used her hands to simply tear open the Ghouls stomach, digging through his guts until she got what she wanted: the Kakuhou. "It's enough for me, yes...but why just hog it all for myself ? A Tamura in my little underground arena ? Think of all the patrons we would get, mon cher " He said, "I will see to it that no one will see you dine on any poor soul you're put against." Megohime bit into the Kakuhou, making a face at the taste, but forced herself to swallow. Fine, whatever. She said, taking another bite. I get to eat my opponents though. Ghoul or human, I don t care what you choose. She said with the wave of her bloody hand. "Tr s bien " Shuu smiled and left her in peace. Nana and Motochika had been spending quality time with one another, finally a day for Motochika where he didn t have to go run errands for Aogiri, and he was spending it with Nana. He was hovered over her, the first few buttons of her dress undone as he kissed her neck and shoulders. She let out small whimpers and gasps as he kissed her exposed flesh, but was rather enjoying their intimate moment, hands under his shirt to touch and caress him.Yukimura hadn t heard much from Akihime since their initial meeting, which was almost a date, but she sent word via email on occation. Still, he felt as though he should turn her in, she was on a wanted list after all, and capturing and killing Ghouls was his job. Motochika was a little rough, not violently but he was very firm with her. His teeth grazed the flesh of her neck and shoulder, almost like he was going to bit down but he never did.He got another email from her, asking if he wanted to meet for lunch. She had missed him and wanted to apologize for being so busy at her restaurant. Wait...she missed him? Nana let her fingers toy with his nipple, slowly touching and rubbing it as she squirmed a bit beneath him. She found it exciting, it made her heart pound and small jolts of excitement shoot through her.Yukimura blushed at the thought, looking down at his phone, if she missed him, that meant she was thinking of him. He had never had a girl admit this to him before, he was almost excited, heart racing as he sent an email back agreeing to meet her for lunch. His knee moved between her legs, forcing them apart as he pressed his leg to her womanhood. He pulled her dress down lower so he could kiss more of her."I can't wait to see you, Yuki kun " She replied, sending him the address to a human establishment for food. She let out a soft moan as he pressed into her, face flushing. She brought her hands up to tangle through his hair, pulling it in gentle little tugs.His face lit up at her response, and he didn t know how to respond to it at all, so he didn t, he wasn t all that great with words anyway. His leg rubbed and ground gently against her heat as his hands greedily groped and fondled her.When his lunch break rolled around and he reached the little sandwhich shop, small hands moved over his eyes and something soft pressed against his back."Guess who ?" She was a mess under him, gripping at the sheets and breathing unevenly. After a moment, he felt her rubbing herself against his knee, adding more friction. M Motochika..! She whimpered, hops bucking.He was afraid she d be able to feel his blush, sputtering. A Akihime dono..! He said. He tugged off her dress and left little live bites along her neck as his fingers moved under her panties and played with her clit.The hands moved away and Akihime moved around to stand before him. She was in a low cut romper that accentuated her curves, and it occurred to him that the soft things was acctually her bust. She smiled brightly up at him."Ohayo, Yuki kun " She gasped and arched her back slightly, letting out a small moan, slowly spreading her legs so he had more access to her.His face was cherry red. O Ohayo..! Her skin has been so soft against the back of his neck. Y You look lovely..! His rough fingers felt wonderful in contrast to her soft folds, working her until she was even wetter before he moved to tug her panties off and slowly started to eat her out.She placed her hand on her cheek, her fave flushing, "You think so? I know it's just lunch, but I wanted to look nice for you." She said before averting her eyes shyly, "P Pretty silly, huh...?" Nana had one leg hooked over Motochika s shoulder, resting back against the pillows and breathing heavily. Motochika could feel Nana s womanhood twitching against his tongue, slick from her juices and his saliva as he licked and kissed her. M Motochika, I I think I m going to ! She let out another sharp gasp, squirming beneath him. So cute.. Yukimura felt the tips of his ears burn hot. Not at all! I m sorry all I m in is my work attire..! It was a different suit from last time, but this time a deep red suit with a white tie, faint white flames embroidered on it. He was shaking, his breath heavy against her folds before she felt his teeth graze against her. His nails dug into her hips as he struggled to keep control of himself."I don't mind. I like a sharp dressed man. Shows that he has his priorities in order." She smiled. But then it grew a little sad, an expression that twisted his heart in his chest. "Thank you for not...turning me in, Yuki kun...I would be heartbroken if I could never see you again..." Nana gently pushed her fingers through his hair, petting his white locks gently to bring his focus somewhere else. I It s ok... you don t have to keep going Motochika.. She murmured softly, pulling his head up to kiss him deeply.Yukimura felt his heart ache a bit, the emotions Ghouls always displayed when hunting or capturing them always seemed so genuine to him. Most of the Ghoul detectives found it abhorrent and fake, but how could such genuine reactions be faked? I I... Well, I m glad I didn t turn you in too then.. He said softly. His kakugan was beyond agitated, the veins streaking down his cheeks, but they let up before it finally deactivated and he relaxed, kissing back gently, "I'm sorry..." He muttered against her lips.Her heart skipped and she felt her face threaten to scowl but she held it back."I suppose we should get some food in you while we have time, ne?" She smiled. Nana only shook her head, sitting there in only her bra at this point. Let s just go slow...You don t have to rush.. She said softly, kissing him back lovingly.Yukimura nodded and moved to pull her chair out for her, sitting her before returning to his own chair. I m sorry to eat in front of you, I feel a bit rude... If you d like to get some coffee, please let me buy it for you..! He nodded, "Do ya wanna go all the way, Nana...?" He asked gently, "I'll be alright...I won't let myself go unchecked..""Oh, you're such a gentleman." She swooned gently, "I would love a coffee, thank you, Yuki kun." She nodded, cupping his cheeks and kissing him once more. I trust you.. She said with a soft smile.Yukimura felt like it was just a bit warm in the room, ordering a coffee for Akihime and a pork cutlet bowl for himself. H How have things been going on since we last spoke? God he was so awkward. He nodded and got the last of his clothes off, tugging off her bra before he positioned himself at her entrance, "Let me know when you're ready..""Very well, in fact...! Hakuga continues to thrive and I'm seeing new customers every day.." She replied, "How about you? Catch any rowdy ghouls lately ?" Nana nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him slowly as he pushed into her.Yukimura looked a little disappointed. Ah, I ve been stuck on desk work since my partner was killed.. Ill be there until they find me a replacement. He said softly. He moved slowly, holding the kiss as he kept his mind focused on her."Unfortunate..." She muttered, thanking the waitress for her coffee, "I wish I could have arrived sooner.." She broke the kiss only so she could kiss him again, a bit more sloppily this time. His length filled and stretched her, his movements slow at first as she explored a bit together.Yukimura frowned down at his water, still eating for his food to be made. I only wish I could have done something myself... To have been stronger or faster... He moved faster little by little, not wanting to rush her or feel rushed himself. He held her tight with one arm while keeping himself braced with the other."Hey," her hand moved over his gently, "it's not your fault...you did all you could. I'm glad that I could make it in time to save you, at least.." The room filled with the noises of their lovemaking the soft slap of skin, grunts and moans, kisses the two shared, and the soft murmur of I love you from the both of them. Nana had her legs wide open, toes curled and letting out soft whimpers and pants as her climax steadily built up. She kept her large, soft chest pressed flush against Motochika, kissing his neck gently as he thrust into her.Yukimura didn t pull his hand away, looking up at Akihime with sad eyes. I often wonder if it would have better had my partner been the one to survive, not me. He could feel his own climax building, his breaths coming out ragged, "N Nana...m may I...?" He stopped, clearly embarrassed even though he was buried inside her."This is going to sound rude and very disrespectful and I apologize...but I'm glad you didn't die...knowing you has brought me a lot of joy.." Akihime told him. Nana didn t even think it over, she just nodded, her body trembling, and her woman hood twitching and spasming around Motochika s cock. Y Yeah..! She murmured.Yukimura s face went beet red, and he looked up at Akihime. Truly..? Even though I m a Ghoul investigator, and you a Ghoul? He said quietly. He moved faster before finishing inside her, filling her with his load before he started moving again to help her finish.She smiled, "Is it that ridiculous...? I like to think that despite our differences, we can still be friends.." Nana finished not long after him, clutching at him and letting out a strangled moan. After they had both finished, Nana lay under him, kissing him lovingly as she came down from her climax.Yukimura felt partially glad partially sad, just friends? He quickly pushed away the thought. I m glad we can be friends too, Akihime dono. He held her gently, running his fingers through her hair, "I love you...""Maybe one day...more...?" She asked. She blushed and looked away, "N No, that was much too inappropriate!" Nana enjoyed the feeling of being held, holding Motochika tightly as well. I love you too.. She said softly.Yukimura s face was red, mouth hung open as he stared at her. He glanced away and rubbed the back of his neck. Akihime dono... I I think you re really quite nice... Wait. What? Washegoing to rejecther? But I don t think this would work out between us.. you re so kind, and I wouldn t want you to get hurt because of my job.. "A Ah..." She looked devastated, "I see..." She stood and gave a heartbroken smile, "Thank you for the coffee. I should go." She said. She felt something grab her wrist no, someone. Akihime, wait. Yukimura had stood behind her, stopping her, and when she turned, he had leaned down and kissed her gently. Please... He pulled away slightly. I just don t misunderstand... I only want what s best, I don t want you to end up hurt. She genuinely blushed at that, her stomach tying itself into knots. What was this? She was just doing all this to have a rat inside the CCG. So then...was she starting to actually like him? Disgusting. She was no better than Megohime now.She smiled and took his hand gently. "I'll be ok...I have a tall brave handsome Dove to look out for me.." She replied softly. He didn t shake his hand free of hers, didn t smack it away, instead he laced his fingers with hers. I will do what I can.. But please also try your very hardest to avoid being found out by the CCG, Akihime.. "So far, you're the only one who has discovered my true identity...and I trust you to keep it that way." She smiled, "Would you like to finish lunch with me, Yuki kun?" He nodded and gave her a kind smile. I would enjoy that very much. He said, seating her again before seating himself. Motochika had been swamped. Insane levels of busy, to the point where he hardly had a moment to even kiss Nana. It was lonely, he would come back by the time she was asleep. He hated it. He was always so tired. Nana seemed lonely too, but there wasn t much Motochika could do about it, as Aogiri didn t exactly take call outs. One day or night rather when he returned from a grueling mission, he had a welcoming party. Nico, Yamori, and Naki all loitered just inside the base entrance, making it so Motochika would have to ask one of them to move, or turn around and find a different way in. He pulled off his mask and scowled, "What's going on here? Missed me that bad?" Yamori was the one to speak up first. We were actually only here to give you something, a request made by some of the higher ups, you know how that all works. He took a step forward, and Motochika noticed Yamori was dragging something wrapped in a bloodied sheet then the smell hit him like a punch to the face. A smell he could never forget, Nana s blood. Y see, none of us minded you having a little pet, none of us minded that you ate from her, or stuck your cock in her, what we minded, was when you started short ending us, neglecting your work. The shape he was dragging didn t move in the slightest, nor did it make a sound. So I was more than happy to oblige when I was asked to take care of your little problem. He said with a sick grin as he tossed the figure forward, Nana tumbling out from under the sheet and landing at Motochika s feet. She was dead, she had to be she was in a horrible shape, bruised from head to toe, covered in her own blood and completely limp. Her clothes were torn, and her arm was bent at a nearly ninety degree angle. Too bad she held up about as well as a tissue though. Motochika's eyes slowly widened in horror before his anchor like kokaku shot from his arm and smashed into Yamori, his gold eyes now covered by his kakugan."Aniki!!" Naki screamed and shot toward Motochika, only to be smacked into a wall by Motochika's anchor. Nico didn t engage, only stood there smirking as Yamori quickly recovered and clashed with Motochika. Getting this upset over a meal like this? What s wrongOni? A soft noise caught Motochika s attention wheezing Nana lay at his feet still breathing, barely, but she was fighting to hold onto life. Motochika pushed Yamori back and moved to pick up Nana, only to have Naki slam into him with his own kokaku. But Motochika grabbed him by his hair and sent him flying, launching towards Nana and grabbing her before booking it. Nana hung limply in Motochika s arms, struggling to breathe and staring blankly ahead. One eye was so swollen it was completely shut, deep bruising around it already. He could feel that her ribs were broken when he held her, and her breath smelled of blood. She was struggling hard not to let go, but he could see in her one good eye that she was tired. ....chika.. He heard her rasp his name, tears leaking down her face. "Shut it." He growled, voice strained from fighting his tears, "Save your strength." ...menasai... Gomenasai... She choked and coughed, blood spilling down her chin and splattering onto her own face. Her tears only fell harder. ...don t leave me.... Please.. "Shut up!" He snapped, "Shush. I'm getting you to the hospital." She fell quiet, but he couldn t be sure if it was because she finally listened to him, or if she had passed out. When he finally got to the hospital, he shouted at the nurses to take Nana, to save her. He was numb, his whole body felt heavy. He was scared for the first time in his life. The nurses didn t have to be told twice, getting Nana on a stretcher, and quickly wheeling her away to do an assessment and start emergency treatment. Was she going to live? He couldn't stay. He couldn't put her at further risk. He had to go. He clenched his fists and walked backwards two steps before turning and leaving the hospital. Nana couldn t remember what had happened, why her body ached and wasn t heavy, mind swimming from the morphine. Where was she? Why was she there? Was Motochika with her? She managed to open her eye, only one would open. Two blurry figures stood within her sight, talking to a third blurry figure. ....Stockholm Syndrome.... Broken bones... Fractured eye socket... Vaginal tearing... Missing flesh... Ghouls... She only managed to catch some words, dipping in and out as she watched the three. She saw white hair, and her heart ached. Motochika..? She rasped out weakly, reaching out with one arm, which had been put in a cast. "Try to relax, Nana." That wasn't Motochika's voice. Who was that? Senior Investigator Ishida? With Senior Investigator Katakura? She slowly let her arm back down to her side, heart heavy with disappointment. She watched the two silently, blinking slowly, why were they there? Was Motochika ok?The doctor continued filling in Kojurou. After checking her over for wounds, one of our nurses was sure she had seen the woman on the missing persons in the paper, thus we contacted you. He bowed his head a bit. Thank you for responding quickly, she had no forms of ID on her, nor did she even have a purse. He held a clipboard that held all the information on Nana. "Of course. We thank you for notifying us." Kojurou said."Did you manage to see who it was that brought her in?" Mitaunari asked. Ah, a few nurses did see him, but didn t get a good look at him described him as large with white hair. We can pull the hospital surveillance footage for you if you d like? He offered the investigators. "Katakura.""Hai." Kojurou bowed his head and left the room."Anything else?" Mitsunari asked. He shook his head. He only came in and brought her. The old doctor looked to Nana, frowning softly. Poor girl... I ll let you take a look at the details. The doctor said, handing over her medical file. Normally doctors wouldn t hand just anyone s medical file, but seeing as how it was a Ghoul related incident, the CCG had jurisdiction. Ah, I also ran a few tests. The doctor stopped before he left. Two things came up that were surprising. Her RC level had a slight increase, and she s about a month pregnant. Mitsunari's eyes moved to Nana before looking back at the clipboard. "Thank you." He said stiffly. The doctor gave a grim nod before leaving Mitsunari with Nana, who was awake, but completely out of it, staring ahead blankly once again. Mitsunari moved to Nana, "What happened while you were missing?" He asked her. She blinked slowly, looking to Mitsunari. Again, she at first thought it was Motochika, but felt her disappointment again as she saw it wasn t him. Away...? Oh, that s right, she had been away for so long... How long had it been? She wasn t able to keep very good track of time being locked up in Motochika s bedroom, as it didn t have a window. I was attacked by Ghouls... On my way home from the office... They... They tried to eat me... She said slowly, speech a little slurred from the pain medication. "What happened next?" He almost demanded, "What stopped them?" Motochika. She said softly. He stopped them from killing me... Saved me. She said, eye becoming misty. He scared them off. She didn t seem scared while saying this, but almost proud. He took me back to where he lived... even gave me his coat since my shirt was ruined... "Why did he let you live? Why didn't he just finish the job?" He demanded, losing his cool. He said I owed him, that my life was his now... She said, too high to really understand he was getting angry. I was so thankful though... He was so kind to me... He didn t hurt me and when he did, he didn t mean it..! He even apologized and took care of my injuries after..! She said with a smile. The doctor had mentioned that her legs were previously broken, and were nearly completely healed up. "Where are they hiding? You were with him formonths. Where are they?" His voice was starting to strain. Nana gave a confused look the best her swollen face could manage. Them...? Oh, that s right, Motochika had mentioned he belonged to an outfit of sorts. Aogiri..? Was that the name? Nana couldn t remember, her thoughts were so heavy. He kept me in his room.. "Where did he take you?!" He shouted, growing angry with her, "You watched him cart you offto his hideout, where is it?!" Nana s expression grew nervous, and she frowned softly, shaking her head. It was dark when he took me there... I m sorry... I mostly stayed inside... "Tell me where Aogiri is!" He yelled grabbing her wrist roughly."Ishida sosakan." Kojurou had come back when Mitsunari started to grow violent, "She's on a lot of pain medication. She won't remember until she's completely recovered." Nana whimpered softly, his grip on her wrist hurting her, tears streaming down her cheek. You re hurting me...! She said quietly. He let her go and left the room. Kojurou moved over with a frown."Are you alright, Nana?" She nodded, her tears coming faster now. I don t understand, what s wrong? The doctors explained to Kojurou the mental state she was in. She refused to believe or even be told Motochika was the one who did any of this to her, even defending him it was quite common for patients that suffered Stockholm Syndrome. "Ishida sosakan is just very stressed. It's nothing you've done." He told her gently. I m sorry... I ve told you all I know... She shook her head. He was genuinely kind to me.. "The Western Ogre was?" He asked calmly, "Are you sure that's everything? Perhaps you just haven't recalled everything yet.." Nana nodded. He took care of me, made sure I was safe.. She must ve been too high to remember correctly, or her mind had fabricated a different story so she could cope. We made love... He really isn t as terrible as he seems... I love him.. "Please continue to get your rest, Nana. If you can recall anything else, please call me at my office. You remember the extension, yes?" He told her gently. She gave a small nod, but it was clear that all of their questioning had worn her out. It was a full house at Tsukiyama's little underground arena. Everyone had come from everywhere to see this new mysterious beauty the Gourmet had found for his games. Megohime wasn t really one much for theatrics, but Tsukiyama had been practically begging for her to star in his little show, so she would humor him. She fixed the mask over her face, a black and gold Onna Noh mask, her Geta sandals clacking loudly on the floor as she walked. The sole of the sandals was wooden, but the teeth was one blade that ran down the length of her feet. Long black hair trailed loosely down her back, cut straight at the ends, falling over exposed shoulders that the loose kimono didn t hide. She stopped when she entered the arena, standing nearly in the middle as she faced the door her opponent would enter from. The door opened and a ghoul stumbled out, looking confused and scared. And hungry. She could hear everyone buzz about her canniblizing him, they seemed very excited. Slowly the back of her kimono moved, and a thick, dark azure tail slowly curled from around her leg. The tail slowly uncoiled and the inside was lined with barb like teeth, Megohime tilting her head slightly before charging the Ghoul. He screamed and a massive shield like kokaku to try and defend himself. Megohime used her tail to put herself into a spin, using the metal blades Geta sandals she wore to easily slice the shield in half. She landed with ease, falling into a crouch and piercing through where the shield had been split, impaling the Ghoul so hard in the head it decapitated him. The crowd was cheering and buzzing loudly with excitement. A familiar smell carried over the blood, though. One she would never forget. Her tail twitched and she slowly stood, head still impaled upon it as she scanned the crowd, the veins of her kakugan extending down her cheeks slowly. There were a familiar pair of eyes on her, a sinister gaze that bore into her from the third balcony. A woman watching from behind a fan. Akihime. The tips of Megohime s Kagune pierced the severed heads eyes from within, Megohime staring directly at Akihime as she dropped the head at her feet. She didn t attack however, simply stepped over the head, and exited the arena. "Kawaii ne " Akihime smiled, "She'll give me a run for my money " Megohime was more than furious, pulling her mask off and kicking off her sandals, she continued on down the hallway and to where she could shower and change. Masamune had been in a coma for a month after what Akihime had done, and now she was just flaunting around like everything was fine? She wanted to pull her eyeballs out of her ass. "Tr s bien!" Tsukiyama praised as he moved toward her, "Wonderful as always " Why isshehere? Megohime asked angrily as she stripped out of her bloody clothes and moved into one of the showers, just wanting to be out of the building that she was in. "She?" He repeated, "She who?" The whore who ! She stopped, hating having to talk about what had even happened to her. The one who hurthim. Oh, that s right, the human man she visited in the hospital. "Akihime chan?" He asked, "Was she there ?" I get the feeling you more than know the answer. She growled out lowly, turning off the facet and wringing water from her hair, a bit of black hair dye going with it. Whatever, I m done with these little shows anyway. "Fair enough. You have more than earned your share." He told her. Megohime let out a soft noise, gathering the change of clothes she had brought with her. I m going out for a bit, I probably won t be home until later. She said as she dressed and dried her hair. She was more than likely going out to see that human man again. "Of course...take your time.." He replied, "Shall I save you some dinner ?" Sure, anything is fine, I m not picky much these days. She said as she left, making sure to put on her coat. "Oui, madamouiselle." He replied as he watched her leave. Megohime continued to visit Masamune nightly, and soon, he awoke from his coma. It wasn t long after that he was moved back home, well enough to be discharged from the hospital. One night, Megohime watched Masamune through the window as he browsed through his phone, the television in the room being the only light source. Her heart ached as she watched him, he finally seemed normal and relatively happy again. She fidled nervously with her sleeve before quietly opening the window and slipping inside. Masamune..? She called out softly, a small smile on her face.Yukimura and Akihime had been spending more and more time together, eventually even bringing her over to his house. Yukimura was a little embarrassed when Akihime had suggested it, but didn t refuse her. She had been over several times at that point, and a few times they had even watched a few movies together at night, even shared a kiss or two. Masamune looked over and his eye widened in terror, "Wh What the hell are you doing in my house...?!" He panicked. What? Why was he freaking out?Akihime giggled as she cuddled against Yukimura, holding his hand. "That's awful...! Your first job and you forgot your quinque? I bet you were so scared...!" Megohime s smile faultered and she felt embarrassed. Of course he was angry she came back after all the things she put him through. I I m sorry, please don t be mad at me.. She said softly. I never would ve thought you d have been dragged into that situation.. Yukimura was embarrassed even now about the whole thing. Ah, well, scared doesn t exactly begin to describe it. He said, rubbing his neck. I nearly messed my pants if I m honest, but luckily my superior saved me before anything could happen to me. "Who are you?!" He yelled, "Get out before I call the cops!""I'm glad he was there, then..." She said, playing with his fingers gently. Megohime looked like he had just slapped her across the face, expression shocked as she stared at him, trying to find anything in his expression, even deceit. His eye held none. She clenched her fists and quickly left through the window as he had told her to, running down the street as tears blurred her vision. Did he truly forget about her?Yukimura s expression softened, and his cheeks flushed a little. Shifting in his spot beside her, he turned to her, turning her face up gently and kissing her softly. I m glad too. Akihime smiled softly and moved to sit in his lap, kissing him gently before slowly licking up his neck before pulling away, "You taste pretty good, Yuki kun " She felt him shiver a bit, face and ears heating up when she licked his neck. He sputtered a little, not knowing what to say about her comment, only holding her a little tighter. "Was that too lewd?" She asked, suddenly becoming rather embarrassed, "G Gomen..." A Ah, no, I I was just surprised was all..! He said, holding his hands up, quickly trying to back pedal. "Can I...do it again?" She asked timidly. He felt himself get a little hot, but gave a small nod. Y Yeah... Sure.. He agreed, putting his hands on her hips. She moved and trailed her tongue over the opposite side of his neck, all the way up to his ear. She heard his breath hitch, and he gripped her hips tightly, pulling at the belt loops on her pants. Strangly, he found his neck to be an erogenous zone, the feeling of her tongue against his flesh sending shivers down his spine. "Are you alright, Yuki kun...?" She asked gently, pulling back slightly to look at him. He nodded, eyes half lidded. It just feels good.. He said softly, loosening his grip on her pants. "I could move elsewhere...?" She asked, "Like...maybe your collarbone...?" He gave another nod, watching her as she moved closer, then leaning back so she could get to his ear better. His hands slowly moved up her sides and under her shirt, slowly rubbing her sides. She kissed down his neck gently, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt a couple buttons before her tongue ran across his collarbone gently. He stiffened a bit at that, hands sliding further up her shirt as he gently ran his hands over her shoulder blades, then back down to her hips. He leaned down and kissed Akihime again, this time a bit more aggressively than before, tangling his hand through her hair and pulling her closer. She moaned and kissed back, pressing as tightly against him as she could get and grinding against him. Yukimura s heart pounded in his chest, and he let out a soft moan of his own against Akihime s lips, the feeling of her grinding herself against him one that made his nethers ache and swell. He pulled Akihime s shirt over her head carefully, kissing down her neck and chest slowly, taking his time, almost like he wanted to savor each taste of her flesh. She would be lying if this didn't get her worked up. But she would also be lying if it didn't make her nauseous. She really was no better than Megohime now.She ran her fingers slowly through his hair, almost affectionately as she let him kiss and touch her. A little jolt of pleasure ran up Akihime s spine, Yukimura gently sucking on her nipple, hand keeping the bra down so he could expose the one breast. He brought his other hand under the othe cup, rolling the other pink bud slowly in his fingers. Yukimura s face was flush as he kissed and licked the sensitive nipple, alternating to sucking once more. "Y...Yuki... " She moaned weakly, face burning brightly to the tips of her ears. The throbbing in Yukimura pants was beginning to grow a little uncomfortable, as his suit pants didn t have much give. Her took ahold of Akihime s hips, turning and laying her back on the couch, kissing her deeply as he straddled on hip, slowly bringing one of her legs to hook over his hip. "M Matte..." She pulled back a little, "Do you...really want to do this...? With a ghoul...?" She asked gently. Yukimura s breathing was a little uneven but his lips were still only inches away from Akihime s. Akihime.. If I hadn t wanted to be with you, Ghoul or not, I wouldn t have kissed you.. Her heart skipped and her cheeks ached to scowl. But she didn't. She merely nodded and cupped his cheeks, pulling him into another kiss. Yukimura worked at unclasping her bra, pulling it off and dropping it onto the floor, groping her breasts and toying with her nipples again. His kiss was almost greedy, desperate even, and he slowly moved his hips to rub his aching need against her thigh. She gave a breathy moan and her hands moved to the buckle of his belt, almost like she needed it off more than anything. He moved his kisses down her body, trailing them over her breasts, stomach, then over her naval. With his own pants partly undone, he worked at Akihime s unbottoning them before helping her out of them. He pushed her legs open, kissing her inner thigh, trailing closer to her womanhood before kissing her hip. Slowly, he pulled her underwear down, and helped her out of them before moving back and slowly licking her wet heat. She relaxed and moaned softly, gently combing her fingers through his hair, "Yuki kun " He held her legs open wtoh bath hands, slowly sliding them up her thighs before reaching one hand up to grope her breast. His tongue moved between her wet folds, up to her clit, where he kissed and licked her slowly, focusing his attention solely on her clit now. She bit her knuckle weakly, her thighs twitching in his hands. Her moans were soft, breathy, eyes shut tight and brow knit together. He stopped, but soon after, Akihime found her lips captured in another kiss, his fingers now playing with her sensitive bundle of nerves slowly. She arched against him and moaned into the kiss, digging her nails into his back. He kissed down her neck slowly, kissing over her shoulders and collarbones as he picked up the pace with his fingers. He applied a bit more pressure, fingers slick with her juices ever moan from her mouth made his cock twitch, the fabric of his pants tight. He closed his eyes as he kissed her, he wanted to touch her more, he wanted to hear her more, he wanted to be inside of her. He rubbed himself against her thigh as he worked his fingers, grunting softly and biting his lip he wanted to be buried completely inside of her, he wanted to be on top of her. His thoughts only made him move his fingers faster, thrusting his hips to rub against her every now and again. He must not have realized how deep in thought he was her nails dug more into his back and her moans grew louder, "Y Yukimura, I'm about to !" She gasped and arched against him again, nails almost drawing blood as climaxed, moans strangled and low as she tried not to be too loud. He moved his fingers faster as she climaxed, feeling her juices cover his fingers as she rode out her high, slowly stopping and pulling his hand away. He merely wiped his fingers off on his pants, his own hips still giving an involuntary jerk, close to his own climax. He stopped himself though, breathing heavily against her neck, not wanting to use her leg to get himself off unless she was alright with it. "You want to finish too, Yuki...?" She asked breathlessly, kissing along his shoulder. He could only manage to nod, clutching at her, holding her close as he breathed raggedly in her ear, but waited still. She kissed him gently and made a noise, "Lie back " She purred. He nodded and obeyed her, sitting back before laying back on the couch, watching her with half lidded eyes. She tugged off his slacks and tossed them aside, his unders soon following before she gently grasped his aching cock and ran her tongue over it slowly. His breath hitched and he gripped the couch with one hand, still watching her as he held his clenched fist to his mouth. She watched him silently before she took the tip into her mouth and bobbed her head steadily, her hand moving to the base. She could hear Yukimura s soft moans and grunts as she worked, his breathing becoming heavy and uneven. His hips bucked a few times, but he did his best to control it. Ah... A Akihime... I love you... He whispered behind his hand, head tipped back a bit in pleasure. She hesitated for a moment, genuinely hesitated before she continued again. Maybe she didn't know how to respond given the situation. Yukimura didn t seem to much notice as she continued on, and not long after, he came in her mouth with a soft moan. She didn't like the taste very much, like eating a ghoul on a poor diet. She pulled away and spat into a tissue from the box on the table and crumpled it in her hand."How was that, hm? Feel better, Yuki kun?" He was practically spawned out on the couch, slowly catching his breath as he nodded. Thank you... He said softly, opening his arm for her to lay with him. She laid against him and held him around his waist, gently kissing random spots on his chest. Days had gone by, and Shuu hadn t seen or heard a single thing from Megohime. The last time she had spoken with him was when she had left to check on her human friend after he had been released from hospital, but after that, she didn t even answer her phone. Finally annoyed with such rudeness, he went to her apartment to check on her. "Megohime?" He called, knocking on the door. The door looked like it had been kicked in, nearly falling off of its hinges when he knocked. Inside was no better, it looked like a tornado had torn through the small flat objects strewn across the room, furniture in shambles and overturned, even the walls had deep gouges in them. "Sacr bleu..." He muttered as he stepped in, "How unladylike..." As he entered, something crunched under his foot a cellphone, Megohime s, but it was already broken. The apartment was deadly silent, but Shuu could hear the gentle intake of breath in lungs, and smell Megohime not far away. "Megohime," he called again, "you're being ridiculous." He heard a soft noise from the bathroom, the soft rustle of fabric, but no verbal response. Was she hurt? What in the world had happened? He moved to the bathroom and knocked, "Come on, Megohime.." The door was open partially, showing Megohime laying curled up on the floor. She didn t move when he knocked, but spoke however. He doesn t know who I am. She said quietly. He doesn t remember me.. "Who? That boy?" He asked, "It is better this way,mon cher. He is safer not knowing you.." She curled up tighter on the floor, not liking his answer. I know that..! She was crying now, at least from what he could tell with her back to him. I know that, but still..! I love him so much..! He nudged the door open a bit and moved in, "We all love things we cannot have. Come, let's get you back. I'll send some people over to clean everything up here." Megohime moves like she was in pain, slowly pulling herself into a sitting position. Her make up was a mess, and she was wearing the same clothes she had been wearing s the night she left to visit her human lover. He helped her up and sighed, "Mon Dieu, look at you..." He frowned. Megohime didn t make eye contact, she couldn t, after all, she was a disgusting monster. Usually she d have slapped his hands away had Shuu tried to help her up, but she didn t seem to care much. He helped her out of the apartment and into the car, taking her back to the mansion. Megohime hardly spoke on the way home, sitting slumped against the car door, staring blankly at the streets as they rolled passed. This was completely unlike her, of course it was understandable, it was the first time she had been rejected by a boy, and human or not, she was still a young woman with a heart. "I'll have your phone replaced as well," Shuu told her, "It will be hard to keep in touch if you don't have a phone." She didn t respond really, only mumbled a numb Ok. in response, keeping her gaze out the window. Once they were home, a few of the family servants took Megohime up to the guest bedrooms, providing her with clean clothes and the showers. Shuu had Kanae get Megohime a new phone with the same number, for convenience sake. "All this for some boy..." He muttered. Kanae did as he was told, going out and purchasing a new phone for Megohime, even going to retrieve the thankfully intact SIM card from her old phone. He returned the phone to Megohime, then ordered a few of the house servants to Megohime s apartment to repair what they could of her home in the meantime. The phone had been dinging and buzzing since it's activation, even when the piece of plactic and chips was set in her room. All from the same number. Megohime had been in a depressive daze of sorts, drifting in and out of sleep only to stare blankly when she wasn t sleeping. How much time had gone by? She slowly reached for the phone after watching it buzz on the table beside her bed for what felt like hours, staring at the number. She recognized the number, it was Masamune s, but why? Tears formed in her eyes, was he truly so angry with her he wanted to call and scream at her too? She d oblige him, she deserved it after all. Answering the phone, she held it to her ear, not saying a word. "Mego?" It was his voice, for sure. But...he remembered her name? But he forgot about her, didn't he? "God, Mego, I'm so sorry! Kojurou said after my coma I got a small case of amnesia, I would never scream at you like that! I thought for sure you were steamed when your phone was disconnected! I'm so sorry!" He could hear sniffling on the other end, then muffled crying wait, crying? Was she not pissed at him? She couldn t say anything barely able to hold her sobs in at the sound of Masamune s voice. "Hey...hey, don't cry...I'm the asshole, I chased you out.." He said. I I deserved it... After what you went through... Afterbeing in the hospital for so long... I deserve worse..! She managed out, tears falling steadily now. "You didn't do anything, though.." He told her, "I don't blame you for what happened..." Masamune, you were in a coma..! You were hospitalized for weeks because of me..! If I hadn t met you, if I never existed, you wouldn t have suffered so terribly..! She said. "But I also wouldn't be alive right now..." He said, "If I hadn't met you, I would have overdosed in that alley and ended up as ghoul food...no offense...I have never been happier to know and love anyone in my life.." Megohime was so happy to hear those words, they made her heart ache and her tears run down her cheeks out of joy. I m so sorry you had to be a part of a single moment of that... Please forgive me, even if I can t forgive myself..! "I'll always forgive you, Mego...now," his tone turned playful, "I'll really forgive you if you show up sometime for some overdo kissin' " She laughed, but he could tell she was still crying a bit. I m a mess right now, I don t think you d really want to see me as I am.. She said, trying to wipe her tears away with her sleeves. "Ah, what a coincidence. I, too, am a mess." He replied, "I haven't really brushed my hair or left my bed." He tried to sound suave, as if those two things were attractive. She had calmed down at this point, only sniffling every so often. You probably haven t showered either... What am I going to do with you..? "I know several things all of which can be done in the shower " He replied. He could practically hear Megohime blush over the phone, sputtering quietly. Y You just got out of the hospital..! "So ? I'm practically dying all the time, didn't stop us before " He said. Megohime s face and ears were flushed red, hiding under the covers of her bed. I I ll be over soon.. She mumbled into the phone. He gave a soft laugh, "I didn't think you would take me seriously...but I won't turn you away. Kojurou turned in early, he had a long day I think.." Will it be ok if I come over? He didn t exactly want me there the last time.. She said, sitting up in bed, but staying under the covers. "Yeah, it'll be fine...! He goes in early and I'll keep my door locked so he won't come in...I'll close the blinds too.." He told her. She hesitated for a moment before agreeing to come over, hanging up and getting dressed before heading out on foot. It didn t take her very long, since she practically sprinted the entire way, more than excited to see Masamune again. Once at his apartment, she opened the front door quietly, finding it unlocked. When she moved to his room, he had just finished brushing his hair. He smiled gently when he saw her, "Hey..." Megohime moved over quickly, wrapping her arms around him tightly and burying her face into his chest, holding him tightly. He laughed softly and held her, "How's it going, Mego?" God I missed you so much.. She said softly, eyes burning with tears. I missed hearing your voice.. "You sap " He teased, "Who knew ghouls could be romantic ?" She jabbed his side lightly, face flushed. Shut up, you really worried me.. She said quietly, leaning up to kiss him softly. He kissed back and gently cupped her cheek, "Sorry about that...I'm a real headache sometimes.." She leaned into his touch, putting her hand over his. You look tired again.. Are you staying up all night again..? She asked, taking his hand and guiding him to his bed. "Kinda hard to sleep most nights.." He replied, "I'm used to it.." She sat on the bed with him, frowning softly. Is it from the pain or... She made a face. From... then..? "The pain, mostly...with the lack of meds for so long, a lot of damage was done...it'll be a bit before things go back to normal levels.." He said, "Lock the door, please...don't want Kojurou peeking in.." Megohime nodded and got up to lock the door quietly, returning to the bed and crawling under the covers with Masamune. Are you in pain now..? She asked quietly. He held her and shook his head, "No, I'm ok right now...took my meds before you got here.." She nodded and laid her head in his lap, wrapping one arm over his legs. She enjoyed just laying with him in silence before finally speaking up. Ne.. I have a recital at the end of the week... Would you like to come? She offered, looking up at him. I always have two seats reserved for family, but my parents hardly ever come.. "Recital?" He asked, "Oh, for your, uh...your shamisen, right? I'd love to! You're always talking about it, may as well see it for once " Her cheeks flushed, and she glanced away in embarrassment. It s not really anything amazing, not like a rock concert or anything like that, just a bunch of old people coming to an old theatre. She mumbled, not expecting him to actually want to go. B But if you want I can drop the tickets off tomorrow.. "I would love to go, Mego...you're always talking about it, about how much you love to play. I would just need to figure out how to sneak pass Kojurou." He grinned. She crawled up onto her hands and knees, kissing Masamune. I ll make sure you re able to come and see me.. She smiled softly, cupping his cheek. Thank you... it really means a lot to me.. "You mean a lot to me.." He said and kissed her, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." She kissed him back, making a soft noise as she took one of his hands in her own.Amaya s head always felt like she was far away from her own body, watching herself as she did her daily activities. She didn t do much though, she she was either sleeping or drawing, left alone in the painful silence of her cell. Her expression was blank, and her eyes hazy as she drew on one of the dozens and dozens of sheets of paper she was given, but as of late, her drawings had began to deteriorate. They were either sloppy, or altogether just mindless scribbling rather than the beautiful art she used to make, but she hardly noticed. Sasuke scowled as he watched her. Nothing had been done differently to make her act like a drooling imbecile. Why did they even keep her around? Amaya only sat on the floor in silence, continuing to scribble blankly on the paper, hardly even looking at it. It was her fault, if she and that other brat had never tried to escape, he never would have been demoted to baby sitter, he would have been a Ghoul investigator by now, but because she had to go and break the rules, here he was in Cochlea, locked away with a bunch of Ghouls. He couldn't stand her. How she played little porcelain doll all the time. He knew the type of ghoul she was. She would never just accept this. He unlocked her door and stormed in, shutting it behind him before he shoved her roughly and started to wail on her with the quinque steel rod he carried around. The shove brought her completely to the floor, making her drop her coloring pastels, crying out in pain as he hit her. She seemed to act stunned at first, but the more he beat on her, the more she tried to fight back. She managed to get herself onto her back, bringing her arms up to protect her head, which was already dripping blood from her split scalp. She cried with every strike, the force enough to crack bones, but she kept her arms up so he wouldn t beat on her face. She struggled and cried, trying to push him away as her Kakugan activated, black veins spreading down her cheeks as she started to scream at him in protest, kicking and even scratching. "Knock it off!" He yelled and broke her hands with the rod, "It's all your fault! You ruined my life!" The pain in her arms was too much, her vision warped, threatened to darken, and she was forced to drop her hands. The rod hit her in the head once all she could see was his angry scowl, twice the hatred burning in his eyes. Over and over the rod connected with her skull, and soon, she wasn t moving, sprawled out beneath him as she stared up at the ceiling with a pained expression, but her eyes told him she was close to passing out. She didn t scream or kick anymore, didn t even let out a whimper, her Kakugan slowly deactivating. All these years he had done nothing but clean up after her, clean her up and care for her, and all of it was her fault. He forced himself to move away from her, his breathing labored and his arms aching from swinging around the rod. Already the deep bruising on her skin started to heal, the gash he had opened on her forehead slowly closing as she stirred slightly, letting out a soft groan and trying to get up. He kicked her as hard as he could in the stomach, wanting as much time as he could to escape. He wasn't properly suited to take her on. She cried out again, curling into a ball to hold her stomach, coughing a few times, but still saying nothing, she always said nothing. No matter what she was put through, she would always refuse to speak, only ever crying like a child. Even now she was spoiled rotten given drawing materials, real flesh rather than synthesized flesh the other Ghouls were given. He scowled and left the room, only to come back a bit later and dumping water all over the walls and her papers. Amaya was still on the floor in pain when he came back, but ear wounds had healed over at that point. When she saw him destroy her drawings on the wall and her drawing papers, she started to cry again, watching the pastel chalk drawings run down the wall and melt together. She looked at Sasuke with her Kakugan activated, slowly standing as she cried still. He glared hatefully and walked backwards out of the room slowly. She charged at Sasuke, letting out a scream of anger over her ruined mural on the wall although her Kakugan was active, she was still on RC suppressants, therefore couldn t use her Kagune at all. He smacked her as hard as he could with the rod, hoping to get out of the room fast enough. The rod connected with her temple and she went down like a sack of rocks, crumpling to the floor hard, allowing Sasuke his escape. As soon as he locked the door, he heard pounding and screaming on the other side, Amaya hitting the door hard.Good news had finally come to Yukimura, a transfer had been put in order by headquarters and two senior investigators had been called in from overseas to assist. Special Class Kawabe Jin and Special Class Matsunaga Hisehide had both agreed to join forces in Tokyo, Jin breaking from her partner to be Yukimura s. Kojurou would be getting Matsunaga as a new partner, a lot of transfers had to be made to make Jin and Hisehide fit comfortably. He stood with Yukimura as they waited for the two to come in. Yukimura looked about as nervous as he did on his first day as an Investigator, standing stiffly beside Kojurou. In all honestly, he was just glad he would finally be allowed back out on the streets. The door opened and two figures entered. The man was tall, with salt and pepper hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a black suit. The woman was just shorter than the man, wearing a black dress suit and skirt she had long golden hair that was pulled back in a partial braid, the rest of her loose hair going down to her hips and copper colored eyes to match. Kojurou felt his cheeks burn gently at the sight of her before looking away. The man approached Kojurou and extended his hand."You must be Katakura. Matsunaga Hisehide, it's an honor to meet you." He greeted. Kojurou took his hajd and nodded."Likewise," he replied before turning to Yukimura, "this is Junior Investigator Sanada Yukimura." The woman bowed, taking Yukimura s hand when he stuck it out. Kawabe Jin, it s a pleasure. She said, a faint smile on her face. Sanada Genjirou Yukimura, desu! Yukimura said. And the pleasure is all mine! The woman had hardly seemed to look at Kojurou, only giving a small bow of her head, but she was polite. She was beyond beautiful. Kojurou felt nervous for the first time in decades."Perhaps a small bout of Q and A is in order. It's about time for lunch, perhaps there is somewhere close by we can sit?" Hisehide suggested. Kojurou nodded."There's a small shop down the street we can go to." He replied. Hisehide nodded."I haven't had a decent cup of tea in a long time." He said and followed them down to the bottom floor. Leaving the building, however, Yukimura noticed Akihime standing near one of the trees, hesitant to come closer. Yukimura had stopped to look at Akihime, mouth open slightly in surprise to see here there. Had she been waiting for him to come out for lunch? Second Class Sanada? The woman had stopped, waiting for her new partner. Is everything alright? She asked, eyes focused on a Yukimura. A Ah, yes! He quickly moved to her side. Forgive me! He gave Akihime one more apologetic glance before following his partner off to the cafe. Akihime looked disappointed to see him go but didn't follow. Not yet, anyway. They would know right away she was a ghoul, the more experienced investigators were super keenly aware of her kind just with a glance. She hated it. She hated investigators so much.When they reached the cafe, Kojurou offered to pay for the bill before anything was even ordered. Hisehide chuckled softly."How polite. Though some would use that to justify walking over you, Katakura.""I assure you, few abuse my kindness." Kojurou replied. Only one person really did, and that was only because he was stuck in his sick bed all day. Jin shot Hisehide a glance, a silent gesture, but one that had sharp words hidden behind it. I appreciate the offer, Katakura sosakan, but I ll have to politely refuse. I couldn t have you paying my bill as well as my partners. She said with a faint smile. He blushed faintly and looked down, giving a small nod, "H Hai..." He replied. Hisehide passed his glance to Yukimura."So, Sanada, I've read the report about your attack. I'm sorry for your loss." There didn't really seem to be a whole lot of sympathy in his voice. Jin only shot another silent glance, lips tugging into a small frown. Yukimura stopped, looking a bit upset before offering a smile. Thank you, I only wish there was more to have been done. He said, keeping his gaze away as the four too their seats. Ah, likewise, I ve also heard there was an incident with one of the CCG s own employees? Jin asked, only glancing at the menu. "Ah, yes...Nana dono was kidnapped by an Aogiri agent...we only recently got her back. Apparently one of them had a conscience enough to take her to the hospital." Kojurou replied."Disgusting. You should have her killed." Hisehide said. Kojurou furrowed his brows."Beg pardon?""Clearly she's a sympathizer. She should be put down." Jin only clenched her jaw, looking dissapointed. Matsunaga sosakan.. She warned lowly. Yukimura looked shocked, mouth open slightly. I I don t understand, Matsunaga sosakan, she s an ally! She works for the CCG and is over anything else a civilian! He argued. "A sympathizer is still a sympathizer, Sanada sosakan." He replied, "CCG or civilian." An image of Akihime passed through Yukimura's mind and his chest tightened. Matsunaga sosakan, that s quite enough, talk of killing will ruin the taste of the tea. Jin said firmly.Yukimura clenched his fists and glared down at the table, surely he wasn t serious? Killing Nana because she had been a victim? If he wanted her dead for something she had no control over, then what did he want for those who chose to not hate Ghouls? "Of course." Hisehide replied. Yukimura's phone chirped, an email. It was from Akihime."You owe me a lunch date " Yukimura s face flushed, and he quickly closed his phone and pocketed it, it would ve been rude to be chatting with Akihime while with his superiors, but he planned on responding as soon as he got a chance. "So, Kawabe sosakan, how long have you been stationed in Europe?" Kojurou asked, "Has Matsunaga sosakan always been your partner?" She looked to Kojurou and offered a small smile. We both had been stationed in Europe for about four months, and no, Matsunaga sosakan wasn t always my partner. I took the place of his partner when they passed during a mission. It s good to be back in Japan though, the weather was quite different in Russia than it is here. He blushed and played with his napkin, "Yes, the weather has been rather kind recently." She gave a small nod. Though I suppose it s a little odd, wonter should be about here I ve probably just become so used to the frigid cold in Russia, and find it rather warm here. Jin was the opposite of Matsunaga and it rather showed she was kind and personable, as Matsunaga was, well, cold and unlikable. "Perhaps so.." He smiled softly. Hisehide finished his tea and made a noise."So, Sanada, how did you manage to make it back home after the attack? I heard your wounds, though done crudely, were stitched rather well." Oh.. Yukimura looked a little uncomfortable at the question, Jin shooting yet another glance at the investigator. That part is actually where both the CCG and I am unclear about... I still struggle remembering most parts of that night.. "That is unfortunate. I would have liked to know how such a thing happened." He said. Nana had been recovering nicely, her bruises fading and her aches and pains slowly going away. Her fractured facial bone and broken arm would still cause her the most pain however, but she mostly took aspirin for it at that point. She was starting to suffer from morning sickness now, and the doctors confirmed that her RC level was in fact slowly increasing. Anxiety constantly kept its grip on her, she was pregnant with Motochika's child, there was no doubt about that, but what was she supposed to do? Was eating human food enough? No, of course not, she was carrying a Ghoul s child, she would need to eat human flesh if she wanted it to live, but where was she going to get such a thing? The morgue? There was a knock before a man she didn't know stepped in. "Good afternoon, Nana. I am Matsunaga Hisehide, I just transferred from Europe. How are you feeling today?" Nana looked over with a soft frown, she was told Mitsunari would be looking over her case. I m alright.. She said cautiously. Her eye was still bandaged, she she was only able to look at him with one eye. Was he here to question her too? Mitsunari had already grilled her on the details, so why another investigator too? "I was given a brief run down of your case..." He said as he moved to her EKG. What was he doing? "How did you manage to survive?" Her eye followed him as he moved over to her machines. The hospital staff saved my life.. She was being coy, she knew what she was doing, but he was making her suspicious. I don t understand, wasn t all of this in the report? I already told Ishida sosakan everything I remember.. "Yes, but I wanted to hear your side." He said, "Like why a ghoul decided to bring you here instead of just killing you?" She frowned softly, shaking her head. I I don t know... I m sorry, I ve already told Ishida sosakan everything I could, now please, I m tired.. Her machines suddenly turned off, his foot stepping on them and taking them from the wall. "I don't believe that." Nana felt like she was trapped in the room suddenly with him, now extremely uncomfortable. M Matsunaga sosakan... You re scaring me, please leave..! She shifted in her bed, looking around for her call button. His hand snatched her wrist before his other wrapped around her neck, "Tell me who brought you here." He growled. Nana let out a choked cry, kicking her blankets off and starting to panick. Why wasn t he taking her word? Why was he asking the same questions she already had answered. Ogre... Western... She managed out. "Why?" He growled out, "Why didn't he kill you?" To be truthful, Matsunaga didn't care to read the report. All he heard was she escaped from Aogiri and had been tugging Mitsunari along since she woke up. She shook her head the best that she could, struggling to draw in breath. D...Don t.... know..! She was struggling harder now, face turning red as she tried to kick him away from her, scratching at his hand with her broken arm. He tightened his grip around her neck, glaring hatefully. "Stop lying. Tell me the truth." Her struggling was beginning to slow, her movements becoming jerky and off, eye starting to roll back as she weakly hit his face. Her legs kicked and she jerked violently, letting out a soft gurgling noise as she struggled hard to breathe, mouth open wide. "Matsunaga." Hisehide dropped Nana and turned, seeing Mitsunari come in with a scowl, "What are you doing?""Trying to get mpre information out of her. That's all." Hisehide replied. Nana lay gasping and coughing on the bed, rolling onto her side away from Matsunaga, tears leaking down her face as she gagged and let out choked sobs. Mitsunari moved and plugged everything back in, scowling deeply, "Get out." He commanded. Hisehide scowled in disappointment before leaving the room. Nana was still wheezing, and when her heart monitor was started back up, it began to beep loudly at the now increased heart rate. She gagged a few times, tears drying on her cheeks. Thank you.. She managed out between coughing fits. Thank you.. "Just try to steady your breathing." He told her. The alarms on the machines brought the nurses in, who immediately silenced them and checked on Nana. Once she was able to breathe again, and was calm again, they left, only glancing at Mitsunari on the way out. He glared silently at them before moving to Nana, "What did he want?" He asked. O Only what you ve already asked... I told him what I knew, but he said I was lying, but I ve told all I know already..! She explained. He made a noise and left her to rest. After a while, there was a soft tapping on her window and a flicker of white. Nana slowly got out of bed, setting aside her reading materials and moving over to the window. Her heart soared when she saw who in was and she s quickly opened the window to let him in. Motochika..! She whispered with a smile. He smiled softly, "Yer ok.." He muttered, "I'm so glad...there were Doves everywhere, I couldn't get in through the front door." She only hugged Motochika tightly, nearly pulling him in through the window in the process. I thought you weren t coming back..! She whispered, so happy she shed tears of joy. "Why would I not come back?" He asked gently, "I love ye.." I hate it here..! She said, only holding him tighter. Everyone thinks I m a liar, or looks at me with pity! I want to go home with you! "Nana, I don't have a home..." He told her gently, frowning softly. She shook her head, looking confused. What..? No, back with Aogiri! I don t care what they did to me, I just want to go back with you..! "I'm not bringing you back there." He said firmly, "Not after what Yamori did." But I don t want to be here! She said, frowning softly. Please.. It s so miserable here..! "But you're safer here..." He told her, "I'm not putting you at risk." She frowned but finally relented with a nod. Just... Visit me more then... Please..? I m so alone... It was then he noticed the fresh, heavy bruising around her neck in the shape of a hand. "What happened?" He asked gently, tilting her chin up, "This is fresh.." It was an investigator... I haven t ever seen him before though.. She muttered, letting him look over her bruises. "A Dove did this?" That seemed tp anger him, "Where is he? I'll smash his fucking skull." Motochika no..! I I don t know where he is, I think he left! She put her hand on his cheeks, cupping it gently. Just calm down..! He fumed and looked her in the eyes before settling down, "Alright..." She smiled softly, rubbing her thumb against his cheek. Can you stay for a bit..? He nodded, "I have a free day today so I can stay a while.." Nana nodded, leading Motochika further into the room and sitting back on the bed, head still a bit fuzzy from her concussion. Akihime sat with Yukimura in his home, leaning against him and sighing sadly as she hugged his waist. Yukimura pet Akihime s hair as she explained to him what had been troubling her. Ghouls loitering in the area around her restaurant were causing issues, harassing her patrons and even herself, making it hard for her business to thrive. "It's awful, Yuki kun...and I can't do anything about it, either, or the CCG will come with the bell that tolls my death.." She said. Yukimura frowned heavily, surely that didn t have to be the outcome? Akihime was only helping the Ghouls who had no other means of getting food or didn t want to kill humans to eat, she was doing a kindness in the way that she could. No, Akihime, He turned her head up by the chin. I promise I ll see those Ghouls gone. She blushed and gawked in awe, "You will, Yuki kun? Won't you get in trouble?" He thought for a moment, it would be a little difficult, seeing as her territory was out of his patrol area, but he would still do what he could to dispose of them. Don t worry, I promise I ll find a way to do it. He said, smiling softly. She sat up and smiled brightly, "Arigatou, Yuki kun!" She cheered and kissed him happily. Yukimura felt that little bit of warmth he always got in his chest when Akihime was happy or kissed him. Simply seeing her happiness made him incredibly happy, even more so when he was the one providing it. He held her close and kissed her back, a small feeling of euphoria washing over him. Sasuke was frustrated. Mentally and sexually. He wasn't ever allowed to leave which meant no dating or women. He hated it. He hated how he got stuck with this. Amaya had spent the last few days trying to fix the part of the mural that Sasuke had destroyed, cleaning the wall with her clothes which only meant more work for Sasuke and using up most of her chalks drawing on the wall, again, more work for him. He tapped his foot irately. He hated having to get her more chalk and pastels. He hated her so much. She hardly seemed to notice him at all when he came and went in her cell, focused more than anything on the flowers she had to redraw, it was like she hardly remembered when he had nearly beat her head in. Had she never tried to escape, he would have been an investigator, outside in the fresh air and sunlight, instead, he was confined to Cochlea just as she was. He huffed and moved into her cell, grabbing her arm and dragged her to the bed, tossing her onto the mattress and moving over her.Akihime headed home after spending the whole day nearly with Yukimura. That woman she saw him with, the blonde, smelled funny. Different. Maybe because she wasn't fully Japanese? How odd. Amaya only let out a small cry when she was tossed onto the mattress, struggling beneath him and trying to push him off, but she had just been given her dose of RC suppressant less than an hour ago, and had the strength of a regular human. She even insisted on acting like a human when she looked frightened, trying to push and kick him away.The woman was far too friendly with Yukimura, she was too close for comfort spending time with him, smiling at him like some flirt, and even taking him out to lunch a few times. Clearly he was too young for her, why couldn t she understand that? "God, you're disgusting." How much better was he then? He was about to take advantage of her. Because he was lonely. He disgusted himself.It made her angry. This old tart could ruin everything she worked so hard to build. She had to deal with her. She whimpered and fought more, tears falling down her face as she beat against his chest like a frail woman. Frail woman? She was a monster wearing human skin at best, she was a beast that would kill inncocent humans and eat their flesh given the chance. She slapped him hard, trying to squirm away and crawl out from underneath him.She had hardly noticed the footsteps that had started not longer after she had left Yukimura s house, trailing her only after they had left seeing or hearing range. Ano, A voice spoke up behind her, nearly startling her out of her skin. I would very much appreciate if you made things simple, and came with me please. He gnashed his teeth and punched her hard in the face. She wasn't human, he told himself, she was just a monster like the others.She stopped and scowled. She didn't have her mask with her. Not like it mattered, her face was seen by now."I will not." She replied, "I have done nothing wrong." She cried out with each hit, trying her best to shield her face as he wailed on her, bloodying her nose and splitting her lip. She struggled the best that she could, but soon her flailing stopped, and she lay slumped beneath him, eyes half closed and dazed. Hunting humans. Killing humans. The desecration of a human corpse. The preparation and distribution of human flesh. Kidnapping. These are a few of the charges you have racked up, most of them dozens of times over. The woman moved no closer, and Akihime could feel her eyes on the back of her head. You ve done much wrong, and I will not let my partner be decieved by you either. He took the opportunity to push up her dress and remove her panties before opening his pants and freeing his dick. He was so wound up that he didn't care what got him off.She had grown careless then? No. She was very very careful about who saw her do what. The only person who knew who she really was was Yukimura. Did he rat her out?"I don't know what you mean, I'm an upstanding citizen. You have me mistaken for someone else." Amaya paid still even when he exposed her, groaning weakly and blinking slowly, turning her head to look at him. Her dress nearly covered her face being pushed up over her chest, but she could still see him, watching him work to get himself hard. Tears leaked down her face and she pressed her legs closed, to out of it to do much else.Jin was silent, staring at Akihime and waiting for her to make her move. She was no fool, she knew exactly what crimes had been committed by this woman, but she had little proof, and for how long she had been doing it, Jin could only guess it had been going on for years. Yukimura didn t have to tell her a single thing, her own instincts and research told her exactly what she wanted to know. If you insist on resisting, I will have no choice but to use force. Sasuke forced her legs apart with his knee before he moved to push into her. He moved his hips sloppily, pinning her hands above her head.Akihime turned and glanced at her, smiling softly, "And attack an unarmed woman? You don't have any grounde to use any force. If you approach me with intent to do my harm, I will have to defend myself." Amaya only managed out soft grunts and cries, staring up at the ceiling as he moved roughly. Her Kakugan faded in and out, and she tried to roll away, trying to pull her hands free at the same time. Her mouth hung open in a silent cry, eyes slowly becoming more clear as her wounds slowly healed. Unarmed? She has a soft scowl on her face, watching Akihime with cool eyes. Please do not speak to me like I m a fool. Even with no proof as you do claim, you being alive at this age is proof enough you ve had to kill someone to stay alive. That enough is a crime to bring you in. He had to stop when he heard his phone ring, answering it with a huff. After a small arguement, he moved away from her and redressed before leaving."Alive at my age? You're talking as if I'm a ghoul." She said, "Please, I have to get home, I don't have time to deal with a foreigner." Amaya gathered herself on the bed, pushing her dress back down and laying on the bed staring at the flowers across from her on the wall, tears in her eyes.Akihime heard a soft click behind her, and Jin was scowling now. If you make a move to leave, I will shoot and request for other investigators. If you re truly a human, then you ll have no objections to some further questioning. Jin was holding a handgun, arm lax at her side this little show wouldn t make her faulter. "Very well, I will answer your questions." Akihime replied, "Ask away, miss." What intensions does a Ghoul have with a CCG investigator? She asked rather bluntly, keeping her gun at her side still. "I wouldn't know, I'm not a ghoul." She answered calmly. Oh? I see, then forgive me. She slipped the gun back into the holster under her arm, bowed her head and turned to leave. What? Wait, that was it? If she killed her quick enough, Akihime wouldn't have to deal with her again. She slipped out her kagune slowly tail by tail before suddenly bursting toward Jin. Akihime didn t make a single sound as she pounced toward Jin, not the sound of her shoes on the ground could be heard, or her Kagune being brought out, yet, before Akihime could strike, Jin turned. She had her gun in hand and aimed, a soft frown on her face as she fired two rounds into Akihime s head they were only RC suppressant s, so it wouldn t kill her, but it certainly knocked her to the ground. She was brought to a dead stop, flung back from the force and dropping onto her back. All she could register in the shock was that she fucked up bad. And she was more than likely going to die. She heard the gun be holstered, and the familiar pop and hiss as Jin brought out her Quinque a golden European style sword. She had a soft frown on her face as she moved toward Akihime, bringing her sword up to strike Akihime down. She rolled out of the way and pushed herself up, her kakugan slowly fading, "You should have just minded your own business..." She huffed. This is my business. She said firmly before charging Akihime now, jabbing at Akihime quickly and repeatedly, face stern and eyes fiery. She could feel weaker and weaker from whatever she was shot with. She couldn't even summon one of her tails. This was bad. Very bad. "What, is it so disgusting for me to love him? Care about him like you would another human?" She fumed, doing her best to avoid Jin's strikes. She just needed a big enough opening and then she could run. Jin didn t answer, only narrowed her eyes and pushed forward in her attack, her movements fluid and calm. Loved him? That s not what she found was happening. Yukimura was distracted yes, but it was more than that, she felt something else was going on. He came in tired and already wounded lightly before work even started, she was using him. Regardless, laws had been broken, and there would be consequences. She watched everything Jin did carefully, waiting for her moment. When Jin made another horizontal strike, she ducked and swept her leg under Jin's feet, knocking her off balance and then booking it as fast as she could down the street. Jin steadied herself, stood upright and scowled softly that she had let Akihime her away, but all was not lost.Nana had been in the hospital for weeks, nearly completely recovered all except for her arm which was still in a cast. She was finally able to walk around the gardens outside the hospital, enjoying the sun and fresh air as she sat on the bench. "Nana." It was Mitsunari, probably back for more questions. Kojurou was with him, taking time to come and visit Nana in the hospital. She looked up from her spot on the bench and looked to the two, bowing her head. Investigator Ishida, Investigator Katakura, What brings you back here? "Um...we have an important decision to give you." Kojurou said gently. Mitsunari's expression hardened."You're pregnant with a ghoul child. You will terminate it if you want to keep your job. At best, your life." Nana s mouth opened slightly, and she stared at the men in shock before standing, an angry expression on her face. You have no right to speak about such things with me..! She said firmly, her behavior unlike her, but seeing as how it was regarding a sensitive subject, it was understandable. The child I carry is human, and as its mother, I have the right to decide what s best for it! She took a step away from the two men. Please do not come to see me again, I will have the nurses turn you away. She said, and with that, headed back toward the hospital. "Nana..." Kojurou moved over to her, "Ishida sosakan is under a lot of stress. You are free and encouraged to keep your child ""If it is truly human." Mitsunari stated. Kojurou shot a glare before looking back at Nana."But your RC Cells are concerningly high. And we wish only to keep an eye on any abnormalities." He dropped his voice so Mitsunari wouldn't hear, "I will not ask you to abort your child, regardless of what it turns out to be.." She kept her back to the two, frowning at the ground. The doctors think it might be ROS, but without taking a sample from my womb, they cannot be sure. I won t do anything that will harm my child. She said softly. I simply won t.. He frowned softly, "I understand your concern, but please take it under consideration. If it is merely an illness, it would make things much easier for you and your child." I m not going to have anyone testing on my child, end of story. She said, then had enough, and stalked off. He sighed heavily and moved back to Mitsunari, who was scowling in disapproval."You know she bears a ghoul child.""It is still her decision." Even at the request of Nana no longer wanting the investigators to visit her, they still did, but one day, Nana was suddenly gone. She hadn t checked out, and none of the hospital staff could find her, though the security cameras did catch a brief glimpse of her sneaking out quickly through the back before disappearing onto the streets. "Damn her!" Mitsunari fumed, before turning toward Kojurou, "Put out a BOLO. She is now a fugitive of the CCG.""Ishida sosakan, that's a bit excessive!""Do as I say!" Mitsunari snapped. Nana had been nowhere to be seen around the hospital or even in or in the area around her home. It was if she had simply vanished into thin air, leaving not a single trace.Nana had been sick all that morning, only stopping to vomit on the street before continuing on. She only wore a hospital shirt and pants and a jacket she had stolen from a nurses station along with a pair of slippers. The small swollen bump of her stomach was hidden easily under her clothes, but she needed to find food and shelter. But even as her pregnancy progressed, she felt as though something was wrong, that the food she was eating wasn t enough. She worried over that, wondering if since the child was half ghoul, that it would need to eat human flesh as well? When Motochika had gone to see her and saw she was gone, he flew into a panic. What happened? Was she ok? Had someone killed her? He had no idea. So he tried looking everywhere for her, only to find nothing. There was nothing either side could find of being in or around the area, no one reported sightings of her it was like she had simply vanished.Nana snuck around, kept mostly in abandon buildings and only ventured out during the night, she even had ventured into known Ghoul territory, but they hardly seemed to notice her. When she had left the hospital, the doctors told her her RC cell level was at 800, perhaps they saw her as another weak Ghoul? "Ohayo, Nana chan," that voice. Turning, she came face to face with Akihime, though she was wearing a half mask with barbs that looked like teeth. And a rather elegant black dress with a slit on the side. She held up her hands disarmingly, though with thwir last encounter it still made Nana nervous. "You smell different." She noted. Nana backed up, producing something from her pocket and holding it out in front of her a knife. Nana knew better, she knew human knives did nothing to Ghouls, but she still held it out in front of her like it would do her some sort of good, her other hand over her stomach protectively. Please leave me alone. "Ah, please trust me when I say I mean you no harm. The Doves are looking for me so I have to lay low for now. I won't hurt you." She said. She stayed silent for a moment before speaking again, "It belongs to Chika kun...doesn't it?" She was dirty and looked scared and tired, not saying anything as she kept her knife pointed at Akihime, frowning heavily. She certainly smelled like a Ghoul, yet somehow still like a human. "If you want it to live, it needs flesh." She said calmly, "You may stay in the backroom of my office, I have plenty of supply to spare. I won't harm you or your child, you have my word." Why was she being so nice? Was it because Nana had a ghoul child? Nana didn t trust a single word out of her mouth, she was the reason for the large scars on her hips after all. No, please leave me alone. She said, then turned and scurried off quickly. Flesh? How was she supposed to get that? She returned back to the small abandon factory she had made her home in, sitting in the corner and thinking she could eat her own flesh? Akihime made a noise, of course Nana would say no to her help. Guess she would have to send a gift basket every now and again. Nana wouldn't be hard to find. It was cold most nights, and Nana tended to stay on the edges of the groups of the homeless Ghouls, but some were kind to her, perhaps took pity on her thinking she was a Ghoul herself. They offered to share what little amounts of food they had, which Nana accepted, but would excuse herself to eat in private another things they understood, most women didn t like to be watched while eating. It was hard, and she did her best to put out of her mind that she was eating raw human flesh, but she couldn t help gagging and nearly throwing up as she struggled to eat the meat, finding it tough to chew through. Still, she pushed through for her child, working down the piece until it was gone and she had fed her child, tears staining her face. Sometimes there would be small baskets left where ever she was staying with a little note that simply read "From A Friend". It had small cuts of flesh in containers for easier consumption as well as packets of towelettes, small body sprays and fresh underwear. Megohime had been given a few odd jobs as a means to repay Tsukiyama and his family s generosity for rescuing her, which she accepted begrudgingly and did as she was requested. There s two targets that ll probably catch your interest. She said, pulling out a small notepad she had stuffed in her coat pocket. A young man in the 20th ward that has been raising some interest, and a Ghoul in the second ward, she s pregnant and a vagrant, but the Ghouls I ve spoken to said she s different, but couldn t exactly tell me how, just that her smell was nice for a Ghoul s. Shuu made a noise and set aside his coffee, "Let us go see about this vagrant, hm? She sounds fun and exciting." He said as he stood. I m coming with you? You said I d just be finding them, you know I don t usually hunt my own food from the streets. She said, making a face. "You can come or don't, matters not to me,mon cher." He said as he wandered off, "I am going to offer this poor unfortunate a place to stay. Clean her up before I get a taste " Megohime gave a soft sigh and followed regardless, it was too late in the night to bug Masamune, and she had little better to do.Nana was tired and cold, having scrounged up the last few yen she had, she bought herself some human food to eat along side the human flesh she had to eat for her baby. Moving through the dilapidated old building, she trudged up the stairs and to her small little corner tucked out of sight. Her stomach was rather swollen now, and she felt like she was going to burst, but she continued on for the baby. She laid there for a while before she suddenly heard screams from the other ghouls. Was there an investigator near by? She struggled to sit up in the little makeshift tent she had set up in the corner really just a dirty old sheet over a few boxes. She kept quiet, moving further back into the small hide and waiting in silence for things to pass, praying they would pass. She could hear the footsteps getting louder as the investigator made their way through the building. Maybe they would just pass and leave her be? She kept her hand over her mouth as she listened to the Ghouls in the building try to run only to be slaughtered. She trembled, touching her stomach gently and waiting in the dark for him to pass. She squeezed her eyes shut, heart pounding in her ears. She could hear the footsteps move toward her tent, "Come out or I'll start putting holes in the fabric." It was Mitsunari. Nana felt her heart sink, and she felt like she was going to vomit. She choked back a cry as she slowly crawled out from her hiding spot, too scared to get to her feet and look at him. Would he even recognize her at all? Her hair had become so shaggy from not trimming it, and her face was usually smudged with dirt. Please don t hurt me..! She begged softly. His face twisted with disgust, "So this is what became of you." She couldn t stop the tears of shame that trickled down her face, she had no choice, what was she supposed to do with a Ghoul child on her own? She had no money left, no job or home, and no family to rely on either. Please just let me live..! Let me and my child live..! "Why should I let you live after you've chosen a life on the run. The only mercy I can offer you is a quick death." He stated. No! She looked to him, tears running down her cheeks. What else was I supposed to do..?! "Terninate. Like I had told you to do." He stated, "It isn't a hard decision to make." How could you say that, of course I couldn t! She was crying now, clenching her fists as she sat on the ground in front of him. I couldn t kill my child..! "Then I will do it for you." He stated, pulling the quinque odachi from the sheathe tied to his hip. "Run." He growled. The word itself made her flinch, and without knowing why, she obeyed. She stumbled to her feet and started to run away from him, sobbing audibly as she did her best to run fast, but it wasn t much being heavily pregnant made moving much too cumbersome. He caught up to her easily, his first strike being to the back of her leg. He was just playing with her at this point. She screamed in pain as his blade severed the large tendon in her leg, causing her to fall to the ground, nearly on her stomach. It felt like she had been shot rather than cut, but she continued on, crawling away the best she could on her hands and knees. He moved and slammed his foot on to her leg, feeling it break under the force. "Have you relinquished your life so soon?" Another scream of agony was torn from her as she fell forward, having to roll onto her side as to not drop onto her stomach. Please stop! Please, don t kill my baby..! She begged, hands over her stomach. "You're disgusting. Letting a ghoul impregnate you and willingly carrying it's child. You aren't even human anymore. You're lower than that, unfit to even be the dirt under my shoes." He stated lowly. Nana only cried harder, doing her damndest to just drag herself away from him at this point. You re wrong..! You re wrong..! "Am I? How, prey tell?" He bent down to glare at her, eyes uncaring. Her face was twisted with pain, sweat forming on her brow from the pain in her leg, which was bleeding all over the floor. Ghouls aren t all terrible..! Motochika was kind to me..! He took care of me..! You think they re all monsters but they aren t..! His eyes widened slowly. Chosokabe Mitochika? The Western Ogre? Without thinking, he started to beat her with the sheathe of his odachi. She didn't deserve to live at all. She was lower than dirt, a sub species of creature. She grunted and cried, doing everything in her power to just protect her stomach, which left everything else vulnerable to attack. Blood gushed from her nose and she felt her skin split over her brow, blood getting into her eyes and blinding her. Stop, please..! "Not until you're dead!""That's no way to treat a woman." A voice called. Mitsunari stopped to look, seeing the Gourmet with a woman in a Noh mask. The woman stood off behind the Gourmet, head turned to the side as if she didn t even want to witness what was happening perhaps she wasn t interested?Nana only curled into a ball further to protect her stomach, keeping her eyes squeezed shut tightly. "Why don't you go help our new friend,mon cher?" The Gourmet suggested to the woman behind him, "I will keep the investigator busy." The woman in the Noh mask scoffed, but obeyed, walking straight toward Mitsunari and Nana calmly, like she hadn t just witnessed him trying to kill the pregnant woman. Mitsunari moved to stop her but Shuu was much faster, holding Mitsunari's wrist tightly."Now, now, there's no need for violence." Megohime simply moved passed the two men, completely ignoring the investigator as she helped Nana to her feet, but when she found she couldn t stand because of her badly damaged leg, she sighed and picked her up. Hey, he fucked up her leg. She called, holding Nana in her arms and turning to face Shuu. "How rude." Shuu's kakugan activated and he threw Mitsunari away like he was a doll, "Get her to the car and take her home. I'll meet up with you shortly." Megohime hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded and left quickly without another word, getting Nana down to the waiting car and heading back to the Tsukiyama estate with her. Shuu would be a while but he returned just as he said he would. He was covered in blood that was a mix of his and the investigator's but his wounds seemed to be healing nicely. "There now, all settled." He said. Megohime was standing outside a spare bedroom that Shuu had made up for the pregnant woman, motioning with her head toward the door. She was checked out and is fine, but her legs broken and her Achilles tendon completely severed, she s gonna need a hospital. She said boredly. "I can hire a human doctor to come look at her, it matters not. She can stay as long as she needs." He replied. He inhaled deeply and sighed, "Her blood smells divine." Shuu, she isn t a Ghoul. She pointed out. She s human, through and through.. She chewed on her thumbnail. But I think her child is a Ghoul. "Mm I wonder what that would taste like." He licked his lips and smiled, "I'll go find that doctor " He said and walked away, "You're free to go,mon cher." Megohime made a face, one that almost resembled concern, but she was spending that night at Masamune s, and had far more important matters to attend to.Nana lay in the bed, tired and in pain her leg had been wrapped up to stop the bleeding and splinted. She looked around, face clearly showing her distress, but she wasn t able to get up due to her leg. "Kojurou is gonna be home late so you have time to slip in and lock the door" Masamune had texted her.The door opened and the same man from before came in with a smile."Hello,mon petite. I am Tsukiyama Shuu, and I have taken the liberty of calling a private doctor to come see you." Got it, be there soon. She sent back and got into the car, clothes changed to a bit more casual and comfortable.Nana sat up with some effort, frowning in pain. I don t understand, are you a friend of Motochika s..? Masamune was waiting around playing some lame phone games, having taken all his medications before Megohime arrived."Not really." He answered, "I heard you were with child and thought I would help." He heard the front door open quietly, then close and lock, and a minute later, Megohime came in to sit with him, clothes cold from being outside when she hugged him.Nana was in too much pain and far too hungry and tired to question too far into things. Thank you.. She said, resting her hand on her swollen stomach. "Ah, Jesus, you're cold!" He gasped, recoiling a bit, "H Hi!""Do you want anything,mon petite?" He asked kindly, smiling. Megohime only held onto him tighter, moving to straddle his lap on the couch with a smirk on her face. Oh? I am? Shame, because you re all nice and warm She said, pressing against him. May I please have some food..? She asked, if nothing, she needed to eat for her child and herself, her leg causing her quite a bit of pain. "Ah! Mego, babe, no, it's awful!" He cried playfully, "Get off me, you heat vampire!""Of course. I can have something whipped up pronto. Will you require flesh, as well?" He knew exactly who Motochika was, and if he was the father then Shuu needed to eat her and her infant soon. Before the Ogre found them. fraid I can t, I need all of your body heat, I guess you ll just have to suffer She said, peppering his face and neck with kisses.Nana bit her lip and nodded. I I do... Would I also ask one more request? She looked up at him. I ve been seperated from Motochika for a few months... Would you be able to tell him where I am..? That I m ok..? He laughed and held her tight, "Ah no, I'm dying, you're killing me! Bleh." He fell limp against the couch, holding his breath.He nodded, "Of course. I'll have one of my servants locate him immediately." Megohime laughed and brushed some of her hair from her face, leaning to down to kiss Masamune softly.Nana nodded. Thank you. She said, bowing her head to him. "Oh hey, look at that, I'm alive." He smiled, "My hero ""Don't worry your head about it. The doctor should be here soon to help you." He replied Megohime laughed and sat on the couch beside Masamune, arms still around him. You re such a shit. "What does that make you then?" He grinned, "Less than shit ? Cuz that's a lie " I ll have you know I m at least half a percent less shitty than you She smirked, turning her nose up in the air. I haven t gotten a single kiss from you, and already you ve gotten several She pointed out. "Ah, forgive me, your Highness, for neglecting you " He said and moved to pepper her with an equal amount of kisses. Megohime laughed and hugged him tight. You re still a shit, but all is forgiven "How am I a shit?" He asked as he held her, "I didn't do anything " Mm, you know what you did. She said and leaned back against him, snuggling close. So what s the plan for tonight? Another movie? "Yeah, maybe...or we can fool around. It's been a while." He said, playing with her hair, "I did miss you, you know.. " Her cheeks flushed a bit and she nodded Masamune noticed something as he played with her hair, a few white and grey strands showing through like Megohime had missed them when dyeing her hair. Sure... I missed you too. She said, shifting to roll on her side and face him. He frowned softly before smiling, "I kinda like the white, by the way...suits you.." He said. She brushed her hand over her hair with a small frown. It s hard to dye your hair on your own... I guess I missed a few spots.. She muttered. "I like it.." He said, kissing her head gently, "Don't worry about it, Mego.." She grunted and leaned up to kiss him. If this is your idea of fooling around, you re really bad at it. She said, straddling his hips again and pushing him back to kiss him again. He chuckled and held her waist, "Yeah, I'm bad at everything " Mm, not everything.. She said softly, kissing him again, a bit slower this time. He kissed back and made a soft noise, "Not everything, huh ?" Mmhm. She said against his lips, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, resting them on his shoulders as she kissed him slowly, breaking the kiss only to kiss him again. He held her securely around the waist and brought her closer, "Do you wanna go to the bed...?" She nodded and got out of his lap after kissing him again, pulling him to his feet and leading the way to his bedroom. He laughed softly and followed her, "Guess that's a yes " Wh What..? Do you really want me to say it..? She asked, pulling him into the room and leaning up to kiss him, cupping his cheek with one hand, taking one of his hands with another. He kissed back, "No, you don't have to...just teasin' ya " He said, "You left some of your cute underwear here by the way " Her face flushed and she looked like she wanted to hit him. It was late, I forgot..! He laughed and kissed her again, "Don't worry about it, it's cool " She grumbled as he sat down on the bed, and she moved onto his lap again. Mood killer. She muttered bitterly, cheeks still red. "Not even." He said, kissing under her jaw and down her neck. Megohime relaxed a bit, hands on Masamune s shoulders, letting her head tilt to the side to let him have more access to her neck. Can... Can you be on top..? He nodded, "Yeah, I'm feelin' good enough to top tonight." He replied. Megohime nodded and kissed him, cupping both sides of his face before pulling away to switch positions with him, laying back on the bed. He moved over her and kissed gently up and down her neck as one of his hands moved under her shirt slowly. Megohime held Masamune close, closing her eyes and relaxing into the bed, feeling herself starting to get a bit excited. He pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside, kissing the tops of her breasts before working on removing her bra. Megohime opened her eyes to watch him work, helping with her bra and tossing it onto the floor with her shirt. He tugged off his own shirt and tossed it aside before he moved to suck on her breast, his hands moving to her pants to get rid of them as well. She made a soft noise, tilting her head back and reaching down to place her hands on his shoulders again. He tossed those away with her panties and worked his fingers slowly over her clit as he switched breasts. She let out another soft noise as she shifted her hips, spreading her legs slightly for him. Letting out a soft breath as she pulled him into a kiss, she muttered against his lips. Don t rush.. He nodded, keeping his workings slow. He kissed her slowly, lovingly, not wanting to rush or make her feel rushed. Megohime pulled Masamune close as she kissed him, caressing his face and neck gently, holding him tight. She wanted to feel him against her, feel the warmth of his body against hers. "You seem kinda cuddly, Mego, everything ok...?" He asked gently. I just missed you is all.. She said, a bit out of breath. Is it too much..? He shook his head and kissed her again. Their love making was slow, gentle. They took their time with each other, not like their usual rather heavy activities. After their love making was followed up with them holding one another, soft kisses, and sleepy murmuring until the two of them finally fell asleep in one another arms.Early in the morning, around three by what was read on the clock on Masamune s bedside table, a loud thud and crash could be heard, jolting him from his sleep, Megohime no longer in bed next to him. "What's going ?" He stopped when he saw Kojurou spear Megohime through the wall with his quinque, hatred glowing in his eyes. "Kojurou!!""I warned her never to come back. I didn't think she was this stupid." Megohime cried out in pain, grabbing the Quinque in an attempt to stop it from sinking deeper into her stomach. Blood dripped from her mouth, teeth clenched and her feet planted firmly against the ground. Her Kakugan activated and her kagune burst out from behind her, pulsating slightly as it uncurled. She had partially redressed, swearing her top and underwear at this point. F Fuck..! She dug her nails into the Quinque, Kagune twisting a bit before torpedoing toward Kojurou s head in an attempt to spear him through the eye. "Mego, don't!!" Masamune yelled, lurching forward in bed, "Don't hurt him!!" Megohime actually listened, her Kagune stopping just inches from Kojurou s head. She looked to Masamune with pain twisting her face, blood dripping down her chin. Th Think he s gonna have the same mercy for me..? Her red and black eyes expressed the pain she was in more than her face did, blood dripping down her legs and the wall behind her. "Kojurou, let her go! I was the one who told her to come over!" Masamune yelled. Kojurou glared and pushed his quinque deeper, Masamune jumping out of bed to try and push Kojurou back to get the quinque out of his girlfriend. He didn't even care he was still naked. Megohime grunted and let out a cry of pain as the Quinque sunk deeper into her stomach, pushing more blood from her wound, the puddle of blood beneath her growing steadily. She gripped the weapon tight, trying to stop it from going further, searing pain in her gut. Her kagune trembled and she ground her teeth together, wanting nothing more than to take off Kojurou s head. Masamune, he s going to kill me..! She grunted out, but still didn t attack Kojurou even in self defense. "Masamune, go somewhere safe. Now." Kojurou stated, "Cover up while you're at it.""No! Let Megohime go!" Masamune snapped. Kojurou scowled and pushed Masamune back easily. Megohime was starting to lose her footing from the blood around her feet, slipping and putting more weight on the Quinque that was impaled through her, making her groan in pain. She couldn t attack the investigator, but she didn t give a shit about his weapon. She smashed down on the weapon hard with her kagune, breaking through it with some effort and rendering it useless, stumbling back away from Kojurou as she pushed the rest of the weapon through herself so it was no longer stuck inside of her. Kojurou scowled and pulled a gun from his belt and shot Megohime with three RC suppressant bullets, keeping it aimed at her as he pulled out his phone to call the CCG. She slumped back against the wall, her Kagune quickly fading and disappearing. She hissed out a few curses, holding her stomach as her healing crawled to a stop. Masamune had pulled his pants on and knocked Kojurou over the head with the shell of his quinque briefcase. But it was too late, there were investigators making their way over. Masamune moved to Megohime and helped her sit up."Take a chunk of my flesh and heal, please...! You have to get out of here!" Even if I were to take a chunk, it wouldn t matter.. She winced and hissed when he moved her, blood seeping through her fingers. He shot me with suppressants... I won t be able to heal until they re out of my system.. "O Ok...hang tight, I'll help get you out of here." He said and pulled on clothes he didn't care about getting blood on before helping her stand. She stood and walked the best she could, holding her hand over the gaping hole in her stomach. You shouldn t be our running around so early in the morning... You ll get sick.. She scolded lightly. "Shut it, I'm not the one dying." He said, trying to help her walk as far away from the house as he could get her. I m only dying a little.. She said, trying to smile at him, only to hack and cough up more blood, wheezing and groaning. I ll be good as new in a few hours... It s only pain.. "We'll find some place safe to hide soon, don't worry.." He said. Megohime held onto Masamune tightly, her footing slipping a few times as they went. I appreciate it... Sorry I got blood all over your room... She muttered. He shook his head, "I'll make Kojurou clean it up." She couldn t help but laugh a little at that, which only made her groan. I d pay to see that.. "You get front row seats.." He smiled. They didn't get much farther when a whole patrol of CCG surrounded them and stopped them from continuing forward. Megohime barely had energy to stand up anymore, let alone fight her way through an entire patrol of Doves. Masamune, just sit me down for a minute, ok..? He set her down gently, but didn't leave her side for a minute. "You...You have a plan...?" Megohime looked tired, but nodded and smiled, pulling him close and kissing his forehead. Go stand behind them. She said calmly, cupping his cheeks gently. All of the investigators had their weapons trained on Megohime, only getting more tense when she kissed his head. If you stay here, you re going to get hurt. "I...no. No! I'm not leaving you!" He argued, dropping next to her, "Please...Mego...d don't do this...!" She shook her head, trying not to panic as she noticed the investigators inch a bit closer. Masamune, I can t fight, I can t stand, and I can t protect you.. Please, just go behind them, they ll keep you safe. Keep him safe? Safe from what? Megohime had never hurt him once. "Safe?! I'm not in any danger!" He argued. One of the investigators took his arm gently and Masamune punched him hard in the nose. Masamune stop! Megohime practically begged him, looking almost desperate. Please! She couldn t hold back her tears anymore. They ll hurt you..! He looked down at her and she could see his heart breaking, "They're gonna hurtyou, Mego..." She put on a brave smile, but he could see she was scared and hurting herself. I know. She whispered. But it s ok, because I got to meet you. Masamune felt a firm tug on the back of his shirt and he was pulled from the ground and away from Megohime, who remained where she was on the ground. "No...! No!! Don't touch her!! Get away from her, let me go!! She didn't do anything wrong!! Mego!! Mego, please, defend yourself, get away!!" He yelled, tears pouring down his cheek as he struggled to break free from the investigators holding him. Megohime only offered him a bigger smile, despite the tears running down her cheeks, and as soon as Masamune was pulled far enough away, the investigators fell on her, slamming her to the ground roughly and yanking her arms behind her back. "No! Please, don't hurt her! She didn't do anything wrong! She's not a bad person! She's not a monster!" He yelled but the ones keeping him back only pushed him into one of the cars to try and calm him down. He watched through the car window as they put her in heavy cuffs and lifted her off the ground, having to drag her to another car, then slowly pulling away. Over the radio in the car, Masamune could hear that Kojurou had been found and was regaining consciousness. He was so angry, so angry that Kojurou did this to them. What had Megohime done? She didn't do anything to deserve this. All she ever did was fret over him and make sure he was ok. She would text him daily, if not call, and she would visit multiple times a week, bringing him his favorite snacks and drinks even when he didn t ask. The rage in his chest slowly started to fizzle he d never again hear her Shamisen, which she played for him a few times, even bringing it over when he was having his worst days and the pain was too much even with his medicines. He remembered the show she performed at which he had attended, never again would he get to see her dressed up in a kimono and a painted face. She was gone to him forever and all because of the circumstance of her birth.As he sat numbly in the car, a few different names managed to be caught by his ears: Tamura and Tsukiyama. He knew the Tsukiyama family, everyone did. They had their fingers everywhere. But they wouldn't see some poor sick man like him even if he begged. He felt his body go numb from grief and he lowered his gaze."Masamune!" Kojurou moved over and Masamune refused to look at him. Just hearing him talk made him sick. Nana had been in the Tsukiyama estate for weeks now, and although she had been taken care of in every way possible, she was still worried about Motochika. Tsukiyama fed and clothed her, and even provided a doctor for her leg and to ensure her child was healthy, but she still hadn t received any word from Motochika, even after sending out many letters through Shuu. She was bound to a wheelchair for the time being as her leg healed, and as the weeks passed, her stomach grew in size. She gained back the weight she had lost on the street, and was back in full health once again, no longer having to dig through the trash for scraps. "How are you feeling today, Nana?" Shuu asked her one evening as he brought her meal to her. Nana looked rather sad, but she was no longer in a sorry state. I m worried for Motochika... You still haven t heard anything back from him? Has he accepted my letters? "As far as I know. Perhaps he is just busy." He replied, "You mentioned he was with Aogiri...they have been rather active.." She looked a bit heart broken at the though, nodding and lowering her gaze. Yes... I just don t know how I ll be raising a child on my own... And I ve far overstayer my welcome here.. She shook her head. Forgive me for going on, Tsukiyama san.. "It is no trouble." He said, "I would rather you stay and be safe." Thank you, truly. She said softly, starting to eat so the food that was prepared wouldn t go cold. Halfway through her meal however, she started to feel strange, and it was only then did she notice Shuu was still standing there, waiting and watching. Tsu Tsukiyama... san...? She held her head as the room started to spin, and she dropped the fork and knife, feeling like she was going to be sick. "Daijoubu it'll be over soon just relax " He sounded far away and under water. She struggled hard against whatever he had tainted her food with, but it quickly swallowed her whole, Nana slumping against the table unconscious. When she woke up, she was still kind of out of it. She wasn't dressed in the pajamas sje remembered being in in fact she was in a rather nice gown. And tied to a table at her wrists and ankles. It took Nana a moment to register that she was even awake, let alone remember what had happened and where she was. She struggled briefly, but her limbs felt too heavy to move, and they were tied firmly in place. What...? She felt the platform she was on move and the ceiling opened up before she was in a dimly lit room. Nana groaned, whatever she had been given making her feel incredibly nauseous. Her vision was a bit fuzzy and she could still hardly move, but she was able to make out a few vague shapes around her in the dark. "Ladies and Gentlemen," was that Shuu's voice? "This evening I have a special dish for you all a mother and her unborn child a half ghoul " She heard what sounded like a large crowd of people murmuring around her, but the lights that had focused on her blinded her from actually seeing beyond them. What..? Wait... She tried to sit up, tried pulling at the ropes again. Stop this.. "Abandoned by the ghoul who gave her said child to begin with. It is truly heart breaking." Abandoned? No. Motochika swore he would always be there for her. "I have taken it upon myself to end her suffering, to stop the woes of a single mother before they start." Nana shook her head slowly the best she could in her groggy state. You re wrong..! She barely managed out, squirming on the table again. Wrong about everything..! "Worry not,mon petite, it will be over soon." Shuu soothed before moving to approach her. Please, I want to see Motochika, please just get Motochika..! She begged him, still trying to struggle free, tears running down the sides of her face. "He isn't coming. So sorry." Shuu said before his kokaku wrapped around his arm in a giant spike. Her face twisted in despair and she begain to cry. But I sent him so many letters..! She shook her head, tears pouring down her face. I told him I was sorry, told him I still loved him..! Shuu rose his kokaku over his head before something slammed into him and sending him tumbling backwards. The crowd all buzzed with shock as the dust cleared to show wild white hair and a lion dog mask. Nana had closed her eyes tight when he brought his kagune over her, only peeking open an eye when she felt nothing hit her. She let out a soft cry when she saw the white hair and the familiar mask. M Motochika..! He untied her and helped her up before hugging her, "I got here as fast as I could.." Nana held onto the front of his shirt as tightly as she could in her still partially drugged state. I thought you never wanted to see me again..! She wept. "I've been looking for you for months...!" He said, "I went to the hospital to visit you again and you were gone, I thought something happened...!" She shook her head, pulling away slightly to look up at him. No, I I felt I She was suddenly jerked out of his arms, something coming between the two and slamming right into her head, splattering blood across Motochika s mask. "How absolutely rude." Shuu said lowly, "I was in the middle of trying to devour her." Motochika's eyes widened and his gaze shot to Shuu."You son of a bitch. I'll give you something to devour." He growled amd gently set Nana down before his anchor kagune wrapped around his arm. Nana was limp and unmoving, hair covering her eyes as blood dripped heavily from the wound on her head, which he wasn t able to locate exactly from the amount of blood. Motochika and Shuu went at it, both equal as kokaku wielders. The mass of people didn't really seem to mind watching them fight, that was for sure. After a few minutes of the two fighting, Motochika heard a soft groan from behind him, Nana stirring and sitting up from the table he laid her back onto. She held a hand over her face, which still dripped blood, but was slowly stopping. "Nana?" Motochika pushed Shuu back, "Y' alright?" He couldn't look back, if he took his eyes off Shuu it could make escape impossible. He couldn't carry Nana away while he was bleeding everywhere. I... I think so... Nana still held her hand gingerly over her nose, head a little fuzzy from being struck. I think I just passed out.. Motochika waited for Shuu to lunge and ducked before slamming the anchor into his gut and throwing him into a wall. He hurried and picked Nana up before running out of the area as fast as he could. Nana held tightly to Motochika, watching the pursuers behind them through a haze of tears and a throbbing head. Where are we going..? She whispered. "Away. Far away, like I promised." He told her, "Where we can raise our child in peace." She nodded, resting her cheek against his shoulder as they went, not wanting to see their pursuers anymore. Thank you... Thank you... "Just rest. I'll find us some place to hide soon." He soothed. Yukimura grunted as he was slapped hard, sending him back against the wall holding his face. Akihime had come over, and everything seemed like it was fine for a while, then she had started to get angry with him. He was silent as she yelled at him, not daring say a word before she was finished. "How did she know I was a ghoul, Yukimura?! Did you tell her?! Did you rat me out to the CCG?! Just coming here to scold you is a risk, who knows who they have watching your apartment! God, I was so stupid!" She yelled. Yukimura shook his head slowly. No! Akihime I wouldn t! I promise you I never said a word to anyone! Yukimura said, eyes wide. Maybe he was telling the truth? Her kagune wrapped around him tight and began squeezing, her kakugan active with angry veins around her eyes, "I don't appreciate being lied to by a filthy fucking human." Yukimura s mouth opened and his breath was forced from his lungs, feeling like his bones would break, and his guts would pour from his mouth. I I didn t tell anyone..! He managed out. He felt like he would pass out before her kagune loosened and she set him down. She suddenly started to sob, "Oh, Yuki kun, I'm so sorry!" She wailed, covering her face. Yukimura collapsed to his hands and knees, gasping for air and coughing, black dots dancing in his vision and his ears ringing a bit. She cried more and dropped down to hug him, sobbing into his shoulder, "I was just so mad, I'm sorry, I should have let you speak!" He wheezed a bit when she held him, saying nothing for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around her to embrace her. I I forgive you... He rasped. "God, I'm so sorry..." She said softly, hiccuping as her tears slowed, "I didn't mean to be so angry..." Yukimura s heart beat hard in his chest, ears still ringing and his shoulders and throat sore where her Kagune had wrapped around him. Akihime, I would never betray you, I haven t told anyone about you... I promise.. She nodded, hiccuping, "I'm sorry, Yuki kun...I believe you, I trust you, I'm sorry for getting so angry..." He slowly shook his head, feeling almost like he was in a bit of a daze, words coming out automatically. It s ok, Akihime, I forgive you.. She pulled back and dried her red and puffy eyes, "Are you ok? I didn't hurt you too bad, did I...?" He shook his head again. I might have some bruising, but I ll be fine. He managed a small smile. "I'll get you some ice or something...will that help?" She frowned. So if Yukimura didn't tell that woman who she was, then she had shot herself in the foot and probably had an updated file in the CCG. She was getting sloppy doing all this work to have Yukimura as her pet. Megohime hadn t been at the prison facility for very long, but she wasn t really able to tell just exactly how long she had been there. The lights were always glaringly bright in the hallways outside of her room, which had a large window reinforced no doubt and the lights inside her room were always dim. She had woken up inside the room, laid on a bed with no blankets, and in different clothes. The hole in her stomach was all but healed, but still ached. She paced a bit, the only sounds she could hear being her own pacing on the cement floor, the slippers on her feet making soft scuffing noises. She couldn t even manage out her Kagune, figuring she was either still under the suppressants Kojurou had shot into her, or fresh ones. How long had she been there, exactly? Without her phone and no calendar on the wall, there was no way to tell. Was Masamune ok? Was he looking for her? Was Kojurou even letting him? Was he taking his medications? He must be so worried. Megohime did her best to count the hours, but it was no use. She could only imagine how Masamune was suffering, she worried about him, his medicines, his eating habits if she didn t make sure he ate healthy, he d eat junk if he ate at all. Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and Kojurou stepped in. He was scowling, he always seemed to be scowling, but he didn't speak a word to her. She slowly stopped pacing and looked to him, but didn t turn fully to face him, only glaring right back at him. What, are you here to complain that the blood didn t come out of the carpets? "Masamune is better off without you." He said, "He shouldn't have met you, his health wouldn't roller coaster so much." Oh? She crossed her arms over her chest. So why was he overdosing before I met him then? She asked, tilting her head a bit. "It was error on my own part, he refuses to tell me what his mental health is like. With his Lupus, it could be even worse, I'll never know." He said. Speaking of, how is he now? She asked, keeping eyecontact. Must be much better now that I m gone? "Actually, yes." He told her, his voice level and his stance rock solid. He wasn't going to let her know anything about Masamune. He wasn't any of her business. I m glad, just do a better job this time watching him will you? Last time he was in your care, he tried killing himself. She sneered almost. He narrowed his eyes, "Again, he doesn't speak about his mental health with me. He usually discusses it with his doctor." Ah yes. Thank you for your shining example of care. She moved closer to the thick glass separating them. And what, I m assuming he didn t really love me either? "I like to believe it was a mutual pity relationship." He answered flatly. A smirk crossed her face and she pulled down the collar of her shirt a bit to show the hickies. Oh, well, either way, he really showed me a good time. He scowled heavily and snorted, "You really think he wanted you for more than just a means of sexual gratification? Masamune is dying, he doesn't care for such a disgusting thing like you." Right, my mistake, I suppose there is no substitute like you. She said and turned away from him, moving to sit on the bed. Are you just here to tell me that? "We'll be harvesting your kagune in the next couple of hours." He told her, "It will be my new quinque. Aren't you lucky?" Megohime stiffened visibly, a scowl on her face. I take it that means you re upset about me breaking yours? He could hear the edge in her voice, clearly shaken. "Extremely." He stated, "Here's hoping the extraction kills you. Normally the ghouls are already dead when we harvest their kagune." He was trying to kill himself because of you. She said quietly after a moment, scowling down at the ground. You smother him and keep him locked away, and he hates it. He hates you. He scowled, "No, he doesn't. Masamune needs me." The only thing he needs from you is your money. Do you even ask him about his interests? Or about how he s doing? No, that s right, when you do come home you just go straight to bed. Of course you wouldn t know that his favorite music is classic rock, or that he loves sweet foods, but doesn t like sprinkles or candies on his soft cakes. You wouldn t know that he s good with computers and electronics, and that he knows all sorts about ancient history. You wouldn t know that he wants to learn to play the guitar, but doesn t want to ask you to spend money on things like that, and that even though you hardly seem to give a shit, he still loves you like a brother! She snapped. Kojurou kept his expression hard but her words hurt him. He hated that he was too busy to really do anything with Masamune, but he did care about him. He spent almost his whole paycheck to get him the best treatment possible. But that wasn't enough, he supposed. Masamune was always home alone with nothing to do. Maybe he could take the day off or something. "I do all that I can for Masamune..." He finally spoke. Right, impaling his girlfriend to the bedroom wall must do wonders for him. She sneered. "You aren't his girlfriend. You never were. Not as long as he lives in my home." He stated before turning to leave, "Maybe I'll take a spare piece of your kagune to him as a souvenir." You re the reason he wants to die. She said coldly, gripping her arms tightly, lips pressed together. He stopped and glanced back at her, "So are you." He replied with equal coldness. She only glared at him until he left, not saying another word. It would be only half an hour later that a thick gas would fill her room, choking her and rendering her weak and barely able to move more RC suppressants as well as a mild sedative. Agents filled the room and hoisted her onto a gurney, preparing her as she was wheeled down the hall for harvesting. Kojurou would be standing outside the room where her kagune would be harvested, "Sumimasen," he stopped the doctor who would captain the procedure, "I have a bit of an odd request. Could you keep a small portion of her kagune, no bigger than my palm? It's for my friend, he finds such things to be interesting." The doctor blinked and adjusted his glasses. I certainly can try... Yes, I suppose if it s preserved it should last. He said with a small nod. I ll have it saved in a specimen jar for you, no if you ll excuse me. He said, bowing his head, then heading in to wash up and start surgery. Kojurou moved to the window to watch, his expression hard and emotionless. Megohime was already on the operating table, hooked up to monitors and machines, an oxygen mask over her face. Strangely enough, the kakuhou was harvested through the gut, so the patient was laid out on their back, regardless of their Kagune emerging from said area. The surgery would take a few hours, since Megohime in specific still had vital information and was not listed for execution yet, so upmost care was being given to her. Kojurou watched quietly, always finding these procedures interesting. Of course, the ghouls were always dead or dying but still. The removed the kakuhou without incident, using chemicals and electricity to stimulate it and retrieve a piece of the kagune as Kojurou had requested before sending the kakuhou itself off to the development labs to be turned into a Quinque. The piece of kagune was put into a specimen jar with formaldehyde, which was set aside for Kojurou while Megohime was closed back up, then sent back to her room to recover and wake. Kojurou took the jar home, where he went into Masamune's room. The young man was in his bed, going through his phone and only looking up when Kojurou came in."What." He ground out, glaring. Kojurou offered the jar to him and Masamune furrowed his brows, taking it to give it a closer look. His eye slowly widened."Is...Is this...?" Inside the jar, sure enough, was exactly what he dreaded it would be. It looked like a blue rock at first glance, but the longer he looked at the chunk of azure tissue, the more the realization dawned on him. It was the end of Megohime s kagune, a dull blue now that it was no longer connected to anything living, but the barbs and color was something he could never forget, and how could he? Megohime has shown him whenever he had asked to, humoring him even though she found it embarrassing and gross. He remembered the day she showed him her Kagune, and it was a different color than before, after the incident with Akihime. It had been greenish before, but had turned a dark blue. She explained to him how the change had happened, and vaguely why he didn t know why that memory came up, but it did. Was Megohime really dead? Tears poured down his cheek and he threw his phone at Kojurou, who narrowly ducked it."Masamune!""You son of a bitch!! You really killed her, you fucker!! I hate you!! Get out of my room!! Get out of my fucking life, Kojurou!!" You re the reason he wants to die. Megohime s words echoed in Kojurou s head, only being reaffirmed by Masamune s tears, and the look of complete anguish on his face. Kojurou frowned and left the room, shutting the door and looking down as he heard Masamune wail in anguish over the loss of his lover. This was the only way it could be, Masamune had to move on, he had been tricked into loving a monster, poisoned by her words and actions of false love and physical intimacy that brainwashed him into thinking what they shared was love. It would take time, but eventually, the poison she fed him would dissipate, and he would be over her and see reason. That's what he told himself anyway. There was no way Masamune would see anything he did as a pure intention, but he would forgive him one day. He left him alone for now, just letting him have his moment. The next few weeks would only go downhill with Masamune, he barely left his room, hardly ate or slept, and stayed up at all hours on his phone of computer. Kojurou didn t know what he was doing exactly, as Masamune no longer spoke at all to him, and went out of his way to avoid him. Masamune went through hundreds of pro Ghoul forums and movements he found online. He put every penny of his allowance into any donations he found that would benefit ghouls. He didn't want to believe Megohime was dead, Kojurou had to bring him her corpse first before he believed anything. His wallpapers on his phone and computer were of him and Megohime when she was willing to take a photo with him, she was rather camera shy. Every time he looked at them, he felt his eye burn with fresh tears. He got all sorts of information off those sites than he could ve ever imagined. Prominent Ghouls that were believed human or vise versa, eating habits, lifespan, anything and everything about Ghouls. Strangely he kept the kagune piece Kojurou brought home, but often kept it hidden away out of plain sight. It was the closest thing to Megohime he had now. There was no way he would get rid of it at any point. He stopped taking his medication, he didn't need them. He had a feeling Kojurou still managed them into his system when he was actually asleep, but that was rare recently. He needed to find a way to make sure Megohime was alive. Masamune was perusing another Ghoul forum when the topic of ghoul detention centers came up. Ghouls who were worth anything as materials or information usually went there. The more he read, the more he learned. There were two Ghoul detention centers in Tokyo alone, but as expected, they were both high security facilities with little information on them, only rumors and speculation. Which one would Megohime be in if she was in one at all? If there were two, there was a 50 50 chance he would be wrong if he picked one. So he kept digging, he needed to know where they were keeping her. If she was still alive at all, then why was she being held prisoner, and for how long? The more Masamune wracked his brain, the more he remembered something the night they took Megohime, they never called her Megohime, they had called her something else Tamurai? Takuma? No, Tamura. Why did that name sound so familiar? He saw that name briefly while looking through the ghoul sites. He looked the name up and found several different things about them a family of ghouls that took humans and sold them off as food for ghouls. A lot of it seemed rather negative, but he knew that it had to be done for them to live. It was only took him a few more minutes of digging before another name popped up with the Tamura name. Tsukiyama. This name was much more known Rosewald also came up a few times, along with articles of incidents over in Europe just how far did this Tsukiyama family s branches extend? Was Megohime involved with them and their business as well? Was this why she never told Masamune her family name? "God, Mego, what did you get yourself into?" He muttered to himself. How was he to find out where Megohime was being held if at all? He needed information, but where was he going to get such a thing? The only other ghoul he knew of was Akihime. Just the thought of talking to her made his skin crawl. But ahe might know where they were keeping Megohime. He exhaled and took his seizure medicine at least so he wouldn't fall to the floor on the way to see her. Was it smart to go to her? For all he knew, she d just eat him the second he showed up, and would she be willing to help him if she didn t eat him right away? He would have to risk it. If there was any chance Megohime was alive, he needed to bring her home. He moved through the streets and into ghoul territory, where he felt hundreds of eyes on him. He didn't care, he just needed to get to Akihime.Entering Chisai Hakuga, ghouls froze to stare at him, kakugan after kakugan locked on him."Mune kun " Akihime smiled as she moved to greet him, "How can I help you?""I need to find Mego..." He said softly, "Please, the CCG has her, but I don't know where.""Yare poor Mego chan she may not be alive, you know ""If that's the case then I want her home.Please." He begged. Akihime made a noise before taking him to her office."I'm going to need something from you first.""Done. Name it." Masamune agreed. Akihime grinned."Your blood and a limb " She said. Masamune swallowed hard."How about an organ instead?" He asked. She smiled coyly."Maybe a kidney I'd say liver but you need that " She said. Masamune took a breath and nodded."Ok. My blood and my kidney is fine. Just...get me to the hospital after, if you would be so kind...""Of course, Mune kun if you would be so kind as to go to the back of the kitchen, we can get started." She said. He nodded and headed off, Akihime pulling out her phone to email Yukimura."Meet me for coffee later, I need to ask a small favor" Akihime would get a relatively quick response, as Yukimura had learned a hard lesson for taking too long to respond. He agreed to meeting her, not even questioning why, just saying he d be there. She smiled and went to go take what she needed from Masamune, easily draining a pint or so of his blood before removing a kidney. And as she agreed, she took him to the hospital straight after. Then she went home to shower and meet with Yukimura. Yukimura was already waiting in the coffee shop for Akihime, shifting nervously and glancing at his watch every so often. Had he gotten the time wrong? "Yuki kun!" Akihime called and hurried over, "I'm sorry I'm so late! The restaurant filled with the lunch rush right as I left!" Yukimura stood to meet her, looking relieved. It s alright, I was just worried something had happened... You don t usually ask for favors, so I was worried it was something serious. "Sort of.." She smiled softly and sat next to him, "A friend of mine called the favor, really...he's human and he said he has a ghoul friend who was taken into CCG custody." She told him. Yukimura frowned a bit and glanced around before looking to Akihime. I... That might be a bit out of my control, Akihime.. She shook her head, "Mm, don't worry, I don't want to put your job at risk. I just want to know if you may know where she was taken? And if there were any...easy ways to get the blue prints and floor plans?" He fidgeted a bit, but gave a nod. I could try to see if she s been logged in our systems, it would tell me her containment status if she has been logged. She smiled and hugged his arm, "Would you really? I would much appreciate it I might even reward you " His face and ears flushed a bit, and he gave a nod. I I just need a full name.. He said quietly. "Tamura Megohime " She nuzzled his arm and gave a soft noise of delight, "Arigatou, Yuki kun " Yukimura s face only flushed more, and he cleared his throat. I It s really no problem.. "If you get me everything by tonight, you'll get your reward early " She purred. Yukimura seemed to be rather compelled by her promise of a reward. As of late, she had been rewarding him more by pleasuring him, and that seemed to have promising results to get him to do things with less of an argument. I ll see what I can get. He would promise her before leaving, heading back to work to look up the woman in question.Said woman, Tamura Megohime, was having a rough go in Cochlea. As her family had close ties with the Tsukiyama family, she was believed to have valuable information which she did and those at the CCG would be willing to do anything they could to get it out of her. Hisehide moved with some of the guards to Megohime's room and they moved to grab her, "What a pleasure to finally meet you, Tamura Megohime." Megohime said nothing to him, only gave a glare before she was turned and had her hands forced behind her back. They cuffed both her feet and ankles, then escorted her with Matsunaga out of her cell and down the long hallway. She found it a bit difficult to walk with her feet cuffed together, but didn t have much choice but to keep up. "I've been so excited to meet you, really. You're a celebrity around here, you know. We haven't had a Tamura here in my lifetime." He said as they walked. Wow, so areallylong time then, huh? She said flatly as she walked, only stopping when the guards holding both of her arms stopped, unlocking a metal door in front of her and pushing her inside. "Practically a century." He replied as they strapped her to a chair. "I've never been this lucky." She glanced around the room quickly, which reeked of blood regardless of its rather clean state. The restraints were tight, and the metal was heavy, but easily breakable with her Kagune, but she knew better. She knew what would happen if she even brought out her Kakugan, so she simply sat where she was put. He moved over to a table of tools and picked up a pair of plyers, "Are you familiar with quinque steel?" He asked. Megohime watched the men leave from the corner of her eyes, nearly flinching when the heavy door shut behind them leaning her alone with this man. She looked to him, but only briefly, then moved her gaze to the plyers he had in his hands. "I'll assume not." He said and moved closer, "We have discovered this unique material is the only thing that can actually cut and harm ghouls." I know what it is. She said firmly, remembering her painful time with Akihime, she still had white hair to show for her time spent locked away in her basement, which now peeked out from her black hair being without her hair dyes. He moved and gently touched the roots of her hair, "Oh, I see. You're quite well informed." She jerked her head away from him, a look of disgust on her face. Don t touch me, you filthy vermin. She hissed out. He grabbed her jaw roughly and forced her head back toward him, "You are in no position to speak to me that way." She glared at him, trying to muscle through the pain of his tight grip on her. You re right.. She barely managed out with him holding her face. I m sure you re usually bent over while being talked down to, this is nowhere near the correct position for either of us. He scowled and forced the plyers into the back of her mouth, grabbing the closest tooth and ripping it out with a hard yank. She didn t have the luxury of being able to close her mouth to gnash her teeth, so a scream escaped her and she yanked hard on the chains keeping her in the chair. He examined the tooth before giving a small noise and tossing it aside before going in and digging for another one. Megohime clenched her fists and planted her feet firmly on the ground, struggling against him, grunting and even trying to bite down on the plyers. "If you want to break your teeth for me then by all means." He said flatly. She only struggled more, giving a hard jerk in an attempt to shove him away, not caring if she cracked or even broke her teeth, they would always grow back even if completely removed. He moved away from her and slammed the heavy, old fashioned plyers down on her hand, feeling the bones break under the tool. She only doubled over with another cry of pain, blood dripping from her mouth onto the floor as she clenched her teeth hard. "What are your connections to the Tsukiyama family?" He asked dully. It would be the question he would repeat over and over again that night, Megohime refusing to answer no matter what was done to her. It felt like years that they had been locked in the room together, time seemed to drag on forever and the pain only got worse. He removed her fingernails and even the skin entirely from her hands, only to smash them with his plyers. He broke her arms in several places, all the way up to her shoulders, then dislocated them on top of it. He moved to her feet, doing the same up to her knees. He was nothing like Akihime, she would stop and take breaks when she got bored of Megohime, or thought she would die, but this man didn t seem to care. She passed out at least a dozen times, and vomitted many more once her arms and legs were thoroughly destroyed, tendons cut and bones crushed, he moved to something more creative. Her head was strapped back, mouth forced open with some sort of metal gag, and a tube forced down her throat. She couldn t see what he poured down her throat, but whatever it was, made her feel a pain she couldn t even describe. Her chest and gut burned like she had swallowed liquid fire, and her head swam. She could do nothing more than gag and choke on the tube in her mouth, staring at the tunnel attached to the tube as her vision warped and blurred. Her entire body tingled and she felt light and hot, almost like she was on the edge of pleasure and relaxation, but the pain drove away both those pleasant feelings in waves. Even after hours of having the tube in her throat, she couldn t help but gag and sputter, trying desperately to push it from her mouth as tears dripped down her face, wide eyes staring up at the ceiling. "Are you going to tell me your connections now?" He asked, "The tube will come out if you do." She could hardly understand the words he spoke to her, managing to look at him from the corner of her eyes, shaking hard in her seat. She only gave a choked and muffled grunt, struggling in her chair briefly before her eyes startled to roll back into her head and she went stiff. She started to convulse, a gurgling sound coming from the tube as she struggled to breathe, a pink foam coming up the tube and even dripping from her nose. "Oh dear." He muttered, "It seems like you're having a seizure." There was no response from Megohime about his comment, only more violent shaking before she finally stopped. It seemed like she had died for several moments, then a struggle to take in air again. She was out, only barely breathing and only being upright because she was strapped into the chair. He pulled the tube out and sighed softly as he waited for her to reboot. "How unfortunate.." She coughed and let out a faint noise before vomiting up the rubbing alcohol he had poured down her throat for the third time, fresh tears pouring down her face as she slowly came to.Akihime s phone alerted her to a message, and upon looking at the screen, it showed it was from Yukimura. It had only been a few hours, but as he had promised, he had gotten information on who she had asked for, and was asking where they should meet. "You're making quite the mess." He noted, expression uncaring, "That's rather rude, you know."She smiled and told him to come over to her place, a rare reward indeed. She never liked having him at her home, she always preferred going to his. Her throat burned, her mouth burned, and her stomach burned like hell. Was she supposed to answer him? She could barely breathe, let alone speak, so she only stared at him with tired eyes, gasping and coughing to clear her airway.Yukimura did as he was told, making sure he hid the file in his suit before leaving work. Avoiding his partner was hard and risky, but he hardly did so, doing his best not to raise suspicion, but was sure she already knew at least the gist of what was going on. Arriving at Akihime s home not too long later, he knocked on the door, waiting for her to open up. Hisehide merely watched her silently, his eyes cold and his expression blank.Akihime opened up and smiled brightly, she was wearing a button up today but it seemed to be struggling to contain her large bust. "Ah, ohayo! You got here fast " She blinked slowly, then her lips started to move, but her voice only came out in a harsh whisper, barely audible to him even at such a close distance. ....t....u....ck.... g...et... Yukimura couldn t help but stare a little at the cleavage that peeled out behind the straining buttons. O Oh, yeah.. I got the file and headed straight here.. He moved closer and put his hand to his ear to try and hear what she was saying."Oh, thank you so much...! Come in, come in!" She moved and smiled brightly, "Can I get you anything? I put human food in my fridge for you." She blushed softly, "I hope they're good, I had no idea what to get..." ...et fu.. She croaked out. Get... fucked.. he finally managed to hear what she was saying, then an intense burning pain shot through him as she bit down and tore off his ear with her teeth.Yukimura entered, taking off his shoes and pulling on the slippers she had gotten him, following her inside. I I m alright, really! I m not all that hungry! He set the file down on the table for her. Of course he wasn t hungry, he was probably just excited more than anything else to get his dick sucked again humans were disgusting after all. Hisehide cried out and covered his bleeding shred of skin that was his ear before smacking the plyers hard across her face.She was struggling to keep from vomiting but she sniled brightly, "So what do you have for me?" He heard a heavy crack as the plyers connected with her face, and she groaned softly, before swallowing the chunk of ear she had taken from him. You taste terrible.. But I ll still thank you for the meal. She said weakly as she turned to glare at him. Right..! He opened the file, spreading out a few papers, a photo of Megohime clipped to the inside of the file she looked battered and tired, must ve been taken directly after being captured. She s been labeled as high priority as of now, and has been in custody for a few weeks. She s being kept in the detention center in the twenty third ward, but her rating level and imprisonment status is still pending.. typically that means she s still within the booking process and hasn t been determined with a fate. Lock up is always indefinitely, so she will be placed at sometime, but I can t tell you when exactly.. "Twenty third ward..." Akihime mused aloud, "That's Cochlea, isn't it?" She asked, looking up at him. He gave a solemn nod. Yes... Unfortunately, since she hasn t been rated, I can t give you a floor, or even a location of where she is... I m sorry, she might have to stay in the system for a while longer until they give her a rating and designate her to a floor. She made a noise, her expression showing that she was trying to work everything out in her head before she smiled up at him, "Arigatou, Yuki kun...if you can keep tabs on her status, I would greatly appreciate that. But if it's too risky for your job then don't you worry a single strand of hair over it " He gave a nod, gathering up the papers in the file and closing it. It s very kind of you to help your friend like this.. He said softly, keeping his eyes on the paper. You ve never mentioned any friends of yours before. She smiled sadly, "No one really likes me...so I have very few friends." She replied somberly, "I think it's because I demand so much territory..." That s not true at all! Akihime, you feed the less fortunate, how could anyone dislike you for that? Disgusting. A human thinking he knew anything of Ghoul matters? She frowned softly, fighting her scowl. "Mego chan thinks that because I'm letting most ghouls eat for free that it makes me weak...that I just let ghouls use me." Yukimura frowned and moved closer, gently cupping her cheek and turning her face so he could look at her. Akihime, what others might think doesn t matter, you re helping those who can t help themselves, why would that make you the weak one? She laughed sadly and shook her head, "I'm not sure...Mego chan has never liked me...I guess I wanted her friendship so badly at one point that I let her words effect me.." Then perhaps she isn t worthy of your friendship. He said softly, still cupping her cheek. She blushed faintly and smiled softly, "I owe you a reward still, you know...maybe double now since you're such a sweetheart " His face flushed, and he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. R Reward like what..? She pressed against him, her plump lips inches from his, "I want to take our sexual activities to the next step " She purred, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want to ride you, Yuki kun " He could only loosen his tie and kiss her deeply, tangling his fingers through her hair as he held her. Of course he wasn t going to argue one bit, finding her words alone a turn on. She moaned softly against his lips and kissed back, her fingers playing with his ponytail gently as she moved into his lap carefully. Yukimura pulled her closer She she was straddling his hips, then carefully picked her up and moved to the bedroom. He held her tightly, laying her on the bed and moving on top of her, kissing her deeply once again as his hand stroked her inner thigh. He slowly pushed her legs open, pressing his need against her through their clothes. She moaned again and pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders, tossing it aside haphazardly before working the buttons of her top with hasty hands. He kicked off his slippers, pushing hers off as well before helping her out of her shirt, and then his own. His need throbbed and pushed against the fabric of his suit, making him move his hips slowly against Akihime. She gave a breathy moan and her hands moved to undo his belt and pants. His grindings pushed her skirt up, bringing him closer to her heat. Yukimura was practically holding Akihime down at his point, his movements becoming a bit needy another product of Akihime s training. She would always withhold from him, forbade him from touching himself, and sometimes even teased him. His needs would build up to a breaking point, leaving him putty in her hands when she needed something. He broke the kiss to suck gently on her nipple, pushing one hand into her panties to rub against her clit so she was wet for him. She moaned weakly and squirmed her hips against his hand, "Y Yuki... " Oh, he must have done exceptionally good, she never usually moaned for him like that. Yukimura didn t bother helping Akihime out of her skirt, keeping it around her hips as he sat back, pulling her underwear off and spreading her legs, rubbing his hand slowly over her heat, against her entrance, then back to her clit. He kissed her deeply, making a soft noise as he touched her roughly and slowly, wanting to hear more of her noises, wanting to feel her squirm more, wanting her to be dripping wet for him. She was trembling, her sounds coming out as blissful whines and low throaty moans. "Y Yuki, don't you want your reward?" She asked shakily. He slowly stopped, pulling away with a nod, his breathing a little unsteady. S Sorry.. She smiled and giggled softly, "No worries... lie back, ok ? I'll take care of you " Yukimura nodded, trading positions with Akihime and laying back on the bed. His erection was more obvious now, the bulge in his trousers showing his need for Akihime. She giggled coyly and moved to undress him, stopping when he was fully naked, "Ne, do you want to try something with me?" Yukimura didn t care what it was, if it would get him off he would do it. He nodded, his cock throbbing to be touched. She smiled and grabbed some nylon rope and tied him to the bed not too tightly however. She smirked coyly, her kakugan activating for a split second before returning to normal, "How's that? Do you like it ?" Yukimura tested the strength of the ropes, a bit unsure, but he didn t truly care. He nodded and shifted his hips, almost letting out a whimper. She moved into his lap and rubbed her dripping folds against his aching length before moving to slowly slide down over him. She moaned softly, her face flushing to her ears as he stretched her. Yukimura pulled hard on his restraints letting out a low moan before bucking his hips slightly, like he was trying to bury himself deeper. His breathing hitched slightly and he fought his urge to start rolling his hips, biting his lip hard. She moved her hips slowly at first, moaning lowly. Her movements were a little sloppy but he wasn't complaining, "E Easy, y you're my first... !" She whined in delight. Yukimura gave a nod with a soft breath, slowing his movements for her so he didn t hurt her. She felt good, much better than her mouth, and even though she was inexperienced, her sporadic movements were nice, kept him guessing. Eventually she was brave enough to move faster, her moans growing louder the more she moved. She was ashamed to admit that she was actually enjoying herself. Yukimura increased his movements as Akihime did, rolling his hips forward in a steady motion, grunting softly with effort and pleasure. A Akihime... He breathed out her name softly, his hips bucking spurratically for a moment. Her stomach flipped into knots and she moaned loudly, "Yukimura !" She was distracted by the pleasure that she forgot that she hated humans, forgot that she was only using him. He made her feel so good. Yukimura wanted to grab her hips and work her over his cock, to bounce her in his lap and make her say his name more he pulled hard on the ropes, but they didn t break. He clenched his teeth and bucked his hips again, breathing heavily, but enjoying every second. She stopped and he about lost his mind, "Are you ok, Yuki? Do you want me to take off the rope?" He thrust into her, his breathing a bit hard. Y Yes.. All he wanted was to pin her to the bed and fuck her. He needed to, be needed to be buried inside her, to hear her moans. He wanted to just bend her over and no, he couldn t do such a thing without asking first. P Please..? He begged softly c She nodded and moved to untie him, "Just go slow first, alright? Don't get ahead of yourself." She said and kissed him gently. He sat up with her still in his lap, making a soft noise of acknowledgment as he kissed back, slowly rolling his hips. She moaned and kissed back, slowly grinding her hips with his to add some friction. Yukimura kissed her deeply and passionately, holding her close as he moved her again to lay her back on the pillows. His movements had slowed, and he kissed her neck gently, down to her shoulder and back to her lips. She played with his hair, kissing back and giving soft moans as she shifted her hips to match his. She was rather enjoying herself. His movements became a bit desperate at times, but he only forced himself to slow down. He wasn t allowed to finish unless Akihime told him, and he wasn t allowed to finish before her. He caressed her face, kissing her once more then resting his forehead against her shoulder. She felt a little bad for him, like a beaten puppy forced to obey. "N Ne..." She said weakly, "You can do what you want, Yuki... it's our first time after all I want it to be special " He picked up his head, and his expression was a little confused, and he looked slightly pained. B But Akihime... Are you sure..? She smiled and nodded, "Hai...go ahead..." She told him and cupped his cheeks gently, "I want this to be something we won't forget or regret " Afterword, Yukimura did as he wanted for the most part, asking if things were ok or hurt her, and the two spend hours together. The both of them would come several times throughout the night, and when they were satisfied, they collapsed in a heap on the bed together, holding one another.White hair hung off the edges of the metal table that Matsunaga worked over, a medical mask over his mouth, which had a few spotters of blood on it. The room was quiet except for the soft classical music that played from the small radio he had brought with him, accompanied by another snip, then another. Megohime couldn t move, couldn t scream, could hardly breath, wide eyes staring up at the ceiling, blood shot and glassy. She lay undressed on the table, ankles and wrists locked with heavy metal restraints to the table, and a gag in her mouth from earlier, as she had been trying to bite out her tongue. She didn t need it now, as even if she wanted to, she couldn t even blink. Matsunaga had cut open her belly, from sternum to navel, as was in the process of digging around her innards. She felt everything, every cut, every poke heard everything, every wet noise of her guts as he played with her innards like they were something to explore. She could do nothing, not even scream. Her hair had turned completely white at this point, and she couldn t even recall how many countless hours she had spent with this horrible man over days no, weeks? How long had he been torturing her? "I've always found ghouls to be interesting, you know. I always wondered what made them different from us. I thank you for this opportunity." He said calmly, his voice slightly muffled by the mask. Megohime wanted to scream, wanted to vomit when she felt him reach his hand into her ribcage, but she couldn t even gurgle. Another tube had been put down her throat, but this time to keep her breathing as the muscle relaxant seemed to slow her breathing until she passed out, and Matsunaga didn t want that.She went back to her times with Masamune, this time she was lying in bed with him, watching him play another one of his video games. She loved watching him play, he always got so focused, always got this look on his face. His brows furrowed, and he would get this intense look in his eyes. He was so passionate with what he did, whether it be his silly games or his music, he put his heart into it. He was just so genuine.Hisehide poked her kakuhou gently, his brows furrowed. "What an odd place for this." He mused. Megohime felt every touch, but only pushed herself further into the memory. She would let herself feel nothing, hear nothing of what was going on in reality. She just had to focus on Masamune. Her eyes seemed slightly calmer now that she was submerged into her memory, her expression looking like she was at peace. It was like she was back at his apartment, listening to him info dump on her about literally everything. How he had found a cool sounding American rock band, and how he thought matcha pocky was oddly satisfying in taste. He was so strange. She loved just hearing him talk, just laying in bed at his side, wrapped up in blankets and listening to him go on and on about something new and exciting he had found, with his game making noise in the background. It made her happy, she got to hear and see Masamune again, how long had it been since she had seen him? Was he doing well? Was he taking his medicines? "It's a shame yiu can't have human food," Masamune had said once, "I'd love to play the pocky game with you " What s that? She would ask, sitting up and looking to him. She had never heard of such a game, was it only one humans did? He grinned, "I put a stick of pocky in my mouth by the end and we eat it until we kiss " Her face got hot and he could see her ears turn red. Wh Why couldn t we just kiss? She blurted out. He laughed and grinned more, "We could, but I've never played the pocky game before. I understand though " She was clearly flustered, taking refuge under the blankets. What... What if just you ate the cookie..? "Well that's no fun either!" He laughed, "Lookit you, a big bad ghoul all embarrassed around a weak little human " Megohime could feel the memory becoming cold, the colors fading, and her own answer muffled. She blinked and she was staring up at blinding lights again, the feeling in her hands and feet slowly returning, and the agony in her gut coming back to her attention. She let out a muffled noise, fresh tears pouring down her cheeks as the muscle relaxant started to wear off. "Oh, is it starting to hurt?" Hisehide asked, "Do you want more relaxants?" Megohime could only choke on the tube down her throat, able to slowly move her eyes to look at him, but he was blurry from her eyes being full of tears. The pain was unbearable, especially being so that she couldn t scream or move at all. He took a syringe full of what she assumed was more relaxants and pushed it into the white of her eye. She grunted when he pushed the needle into her eye, feeling an intense burning before her vision slowly receded to black. Time was starting to warp more for Megohime, feeling like she would blink and be in a different day. There were times when she woke up that different parts of her body, like her arms and legs, felt numb and tingly. And upon closer examination, it was shown that she actually had some other ghoul's arms and legs sewn in place of hers. Megohime wanted to scream when she found an arm other than hers attached to her body, but she hardly reacted, perhaps she was too far into shock to care?She would be awake and conscious for most procedures, Matsunaga taking skin from her stomach and replacing it with another s she even woke once to find her leg severed above the knee, and Matsunaga preparing a leg that was definitely not her own for reattachment. "Oh. Good morning." He greeted with fake surprise, "I thought I had more time before you woke up." Megohime opened her mouth to speak, moved her lips, but nothing came out, only a harsh rasp. So the vocal cord transplant was a failure after all? Tears fell down her cheeks, and the realization finally hit her, he hadn t been asking for any information for weeks, he was just doing as he pleased, having fun. "Oh dear...that didn't seem to work as I hoped. I'd have to cut out that vocal chord later." He mused. Megohime would ve let out a sob if she could, but all that came out was a soft wheeze, a look of complete despair on her face He finished attaching the leg before moving to look her over, "Hm...perhaps I can give you different eyes..." He mused. Megohime could hardly move her numb limbs, one arm severed at the elbow, awaiting a new arm, and the other that was severed at the shoulder hardly moved when she tried to move it to hit Matsunaga. "What color eyes do you think would work best? Green? Brown? Blue?" There was an odd tone in his voice when he asked her about blue. Megohime let out another wheeze of a wail, wanting to break away from the table and run, but she doubted her legs would even work. "Blue it is " He said and left the room briefly before eventually coming back with a small cold container. Megohime was trying all that she could to try and stop what he was doing, to escape, even if it got her killed, she d rather face death than endure anymore. Blood gushed from her mouth as she had chewed off her tongue for the third time that week, her teeth having grown back even though Matsunaga had removed them a few dozen times. "Please stop struggling. If you keep this up, eventually you'll develop an immunity to the relaxants and I won't get anything done." He said dully. Megohime refused to comply, only struggling more and tearing stitches, smearing blood across the table and letting out more quiet walls of despair. He exhaled and let her have her fit, waiting for her to tire herself out. When she settled and whoozy from blood loss, Hisehide finished the last of his monsterous work attaching a new arm, removing the vocal chords and taking out her red eyes and replacing them with the blue ones. Once that was finished, he tightened her restraints and left. The buzz within the office was always at a constant, there was always work to be done, and papers to be filed. Quite a few people stayed late, and both Kojurou and Jin happened to be in that group of people that did so, so it wasn t all that uncommon that they would often go out to eat together. Kojurou had a crush on Jin since she arrived, that much was obvious, but he was going to finally find the nerve to ask her out. He was sitting across from her as they quietly enjoyed their food and he took a soft breath before clearing his throat gently, "So...how was your work day today?" Jin looked up from her food, still half tempted to pull out the work she had brought home with her. Rather busy, Ghoul activity only seems to be on the rise, and we hardly have enough personnel to cover the wards of Tokyo alone. She said with a soft sigh, brows furrowed slightly, like she was still thinking of other things as they spoke. "Yes, things are rather hectic, aren't they?" He asked, picking at his food gently. Jin frowned softly, Kojurou had seemed bothered by something ever since he was attacked in his own home. Is everything alright, Katakura sosakan? She asked. "Ah, yes. Things have just been stressful, is all." He replied. How was he going to ask for her courtship like this? How has Hisehide sosakan been treating you? Jin asked, her bronze eyes focused on him. It was hard to tell if she was asking about Kojurou or Hisehide, after all he had been her previous partner for years. It also wasn t uncommon for partners to fall into relationships, especially if they worked so closely together. He made a noise, figuring she may have meant both. But if she was asking about Hisehide because they were an item...Jesus, how did younger couples make this seem so easy?"Well, he isn't very patient...or understanding. I'm a caregiver, as you know, and if I'm even slightly late for patrols he scolds me like I'm a child and demeans me. Is he...usually like this?" Jin shifted in her chair, setting her chopsticks on her bowl and giving a sympathetic smile. I m sorry, I won t ask that you forgive his actions, or even apologize for them, but I am sorry that you have to endure it. She brushed a few loose strands back behind her ear. Yes, he was always this way inflexible, incapable of any change, and too far stuck in his own ways. It was odd, she didn t seem to speak with any hate, but seemed... Rather formal on the matter. "I haven't seen old fashion ideals like that since Masamune's father passed away.." He said, "How did you deal with it?" Ah, Masamune dono.. He s your adoptive brother, correct? I m sorry, I read into the files, I understand Masamune dono s father was quite the investigator.. She said softly. "He was.." He replied, "And Masamune is my adoptive brother, though recently he would rather he wasn't..." She frowned softly, having looked into the file that cake of the incident in Kojurou s home. Masamune having a ghoul lover, who turned out to be a Tamura, and had been recently captured. She picked up her chopsticks to pick a bit at her food. Forgive me for prying into that as well, I heard you had been in an accident and was concerned, although I do pity Tamura. She pitied Megohime? Why? "Odd to say of a Ghoul Investigator.." He said gently before his ears turned red, "I I'm sorry that was rude...!" She gave a soft smile and shook her head. Ah, it s not a problem really... I only meant her fate with Matsunaga. You see, he was working both with me in patrols and as an interrogator in our time at the Russian branch. Hisahide sosakan is quite a brutal man, the things I ve seen that he s done, I wouldn t wish upon any being, even Ghouls. She said quietly. Kojurou felt a hollow feeling in his gut. Maybe he shouldn't have been so closed minded? Megohime wasn't hurting Masamune any. "I'm such a fool..." He muttered. Katakura sosakan? Jin looked a bit confused, tilting her head and furrowing her brows. What do you mean? He shook his head, "Nothing...I'm alright." He replied, "So, how did you used to deal with Matsunaga sosakan? I've never dealt with a man quite like him." Ah, truth be told, we hardly got along. I respect him as an investigator, but despised him as a human being, so I hardly spent time with him outside of work. She admitted. Our beliefs overlapped for the most part, which made being partners tolerable and manageable for missions, but I was relieved when I was told I was being reassigned. She lowered her gaze a bit. Please don t think too badly of me, I am only human, as much as people see me as a knight. She must ve been talking about her nickname within the CCG, it was only natural she would hear about it sooner or later. He blushed softly. She was so humble and kind, but was no nonsense when the situation called for it. "How has Yukimura been...?" He asked, "I noticed he's been rather exhausted lately." Ah... I worry he s been getting himself involved in something he shouldn t, but he refuses to open up to me. She shook her head. I m at a loss for what to do for him... "Something he shouldn't?" Kojurou repeated, "Like what, do you think? Is it a ghoul?" She hesitated, thinking of how to go about the subject. I can t be for certain. She shook her head. But he s acting oddly.. He made a noise of understanding, "I'll see if I can't get anything out of him. I'm sure it's just stress from being back in the field. He was stuck at his desk for a few months." She smiled at him and bowed her head. Thank you, I figure speaking with you might be easier since I haven t been here very long. "It's no trouble. If it gets me away from Matsunaga sosakan, I'll take it." He smiled. Again, I apologize, he really isn t one for Ghouls or humans. She said with a faint smile she had actually told a joke. He chuckled, smiling genuinely for the first time in months, "I noticed." He replied. Jin felt her heart skip a bit at the gentle smile on his face, it warmed the hollow feeling in her chest, and made her cheeks flush. She caught herself just staring at Kojurou and averted her eyes, muttering a soft apology. He blinked, not really noticing her affectionate gaze, "What's the matter? Are you alright?" She cleared her throat and shook her head. Nothing, forgive me. She looked at the watch on her wrist and used her napkin to wipe her mouth. It s getting rather late, I should be getting home. He watched her, slightly taken aback. Had he wasted that much time? "M Matte...!" He said quickly, sitting up slightly in his seat. She blinked, looking a bit surprised at his outburst, did he need something more of her? Is there something you need, Katakura sosakan? She asked, tilting her head. He blushed faintly and lowered his gaze, "A Ah...I was wondering if...you wanted to see each other more...i in a romantic setting..." It was quiet, painfully quiet for a man that had just lay himself bare to his crush. Sure.. She sounded a little shocked herself, and upon glancing up, her expression was soft mixed surprise and shyness clear on her face, cheeks flushed pink. I d like that.. she nodded. His heart jumped straight to his throat and he stood quietly for a long while before he smiled, "Arigatou, Jin.." He honestly had no idea how one celebrated entering a relationship, so he had hoped thank you was enough. Smoke filled every inch of the hallway, Jin coughing as she fought her way through the thick smoke. Father! Grandfather! Where are you..!? Her nightgown was smudged with black as she moved through the long corridors, unable to find any servants or her father and grandfather. What had started the fire? Where had everyone gone? She could hear fighting, and screaming. What was happening? Was someone attacking the manor? She could only press forward, following the sounds of fighting further into the manor as she kept her mouth and nose covered by her sleeve. She kept one hand on the wall as she went, smoke growing so thick she could hardly see, and her eyes burned with ash and tears, and in her other hand she carried her steel rapier. She tripped on something as she moved through the smoke, and when she looked to see what it was, she was horrified to see it was one of the servants dead on the floor and nearly ripped to shreds with a look of terror forever frozen on her face. The young teen couldn t help but stumble back, then vomit on the floor, she had never seen a dead body before, let alone one of the servants she had grown up with. She took a moment to steady herself, wiping her mouth on her sleeve, before moving passed the body, keeping her eyes away from the sight. She had to find her father and grandfather, she had to escape, but who had done this? She had never seen wounds such as those, they were far too large and rugged to be from any kind of blade she had seen before, did that mean... Had Ghouls broken into the manor? As she made her way to the room with the fighting, it had stopped by the time she got to the door. Peeking in, she saw her grandfather one the ground being devoured by ghouls and her father at the mercy of a man with a jagged looking Kokaku. Her eyes widened and her heart sank, bile rising up her throat again, then a smoldering rage burning in her chest. She slammed through the doors, tears streaming down her soot covered face as she rushed at the man standing over her father. Time seemed to slow as she got closer, and upon a second glance, she could see her father was still alive, but had a grievous wound to his stomach. Her throat tightened and she turned her burning gaze to the man who had wounded her father, bringing her sword up to thrust it at him, teeth bared and eyes wide. Time caught up with her in that moment, thrusting forward as hard as she could, still running full speed at the man, letting out a scream of anguish. The ghoul holding her father hostage turned and easily smacked her away with his kokaku, "Ah yes. I had forgotten you had a child. Perhaps I can make use of her.""Don't you dare lay a hand on my daughter." Her father stated calmly, though he was glaring up at the ghoul. Jin was hit so hard, she was sure she would lose consciousness, slamming into the overturned furniture and collapsing where she lay. She had lost her rapier when she was hit, wheezing softly as she tried to push herself back up. F Father..! "Your grandfather and I are so proud of you, Jin. Never forget that, no matter what happens. We have always cared about you to the very end." He told her. The ghoul grunted in faint annoyance before swinging his kokaku swiftly and she watched her father's head slide from his shoulders. Jin stared in absolute horror, eyes widening slowly before she let out a scream. She felt far away from her body, screaming in horror and anguish as she watched her fathers head roll to the floor. Why had this happened? Why? Was all of this real? No, it had to be a nightmare, surely she had simply eaten too much sugar from her birthday celebration. The ghoul moved toward her and grabbed her by the back of her pajamas shirt, carrying her easily out of the burning house and into the night. She hardly struggled, only staring blankly and crying silently as the group of Ghouls traveled up the mountain behind her home, which was entirely consumed by flames at this point. She didn t even try screaming for help when she saw the first responders trying to quell the flames, just hung limply over the shoulder of the man whom had slain her father before her eyes. "Don't feel so bad. You will join them all soon. Once I have taken what was robbed from me by your idiot father." He said. He next few hours of moving through the woods was a blur, and it was as if Jin had simply blinked, and she was somewhere else. She sat in a small cage in a dimly lit room, staring ahead blankly. She was still wearing her pajamas, which had blood stains and black smudges covering it, but she hardly noticed. Things all seemed to go by way too fast for her to realize out of the cell she was now laying to a stone slab with a couple ghouls surrounding her, one with an ukaku and another with a rinkaku. Jin blinked through her tears, looking around at the Ghouls that surrounded her. They all wore heavy hooded cloaks, which hid most of their face she was terrified, legs shaking and when she tried to move her arms, she found her wrists bound together by rope. She couldn t even speak she was so scared, only spilling fresh tears. "As I have mentioned before," The leader echoed from his high seat, "we usually sacrifice one of our own to appease our Gods. However, your father decided to interrupt a rather integral ceremony and slaughtered half of our group. So we will resume our ceremony with you." Jin turned her head to look toward the leader of the group, a confused look on her tear stained face. C Ceremony... I I don t understand...! Her lower lip quivered at the mention of her recently deceased father, the memory of his head rolling to the floor still fresh in her mind. "We will take your virginity and then slay you in the name of our Gods. It will be a quick death." He told her. Her whole body felt cold, face showing her terror clearly, and she even tried to get up off the stone slab table, calling for her father, who she would never again see. They held her down as they began to undress her, another ghoul approaching and beginning to undress himself. They didn t get very far, only undoing a few of the buttons on her night clothes as she struggled and thrashed. She let out screams of terror, and when the Ghoul who was undressing crawled up onto the table and tried to move over her, something inside her snapped.She kicked the Ghoul hard in the jaw, thrashing and struggling hard that s when she saw it. The knife on the belt of the closest ghoul trying to hold her down. The next few moments were a blur, and she was no longer being held down on the table, but sitting on the Ghoul on the floor now. She raised the blood covered blade over her head for the umpteenth time and stabbed the ghoul who was going to violate her in the chest again. She was still screaming, but now it was the screaming of a blind rage as she filled the dead ghouls chest full of holes, stabbing him over and over even though he was quite clearly dead.Jin was completely covered in blood, her night clothes splattered and her hands dripping with the deep red liquid she finally stopped, breathing hard and shaking, staring down at the Ghoul with wide blank eyes while she held the knife tightly with trembling hands. Not a single ghoul in the room moved, most just shocked at what they had just witnessed, a human girl overpowering and killing a ghoul with only a knife. Granted, said knife was no ordinary human knife, but a special one given to only those who called themselves members within the cult. "I see," the leader spoke, "perhaps there are other uses for you. What will you choose? Will you fight? Or die?" Jin couldn t stop her shaking, couldn t look away from the man whom she had just killed. No, but he was a ghoul, and he was going to hurt her, going to violate and murder her, she had no choice but to kill him first, right? She was breathing so hard, she could hardly hear herself when she finally gave her answer, not looking away from her first kill. Fight. He chuckled lowly, "Perfect." He waved his hand, signalling the others to take her to be cleaned and changed. She followed numbly, not fighting when the knife was pulled from her grasp, and she was escorted from the room. She felt like she was going to be sick, this was the first thing she had killed, the first person she had killed. She was sick in the showers, vomiting until her stomach hurt from there being nothing left to vomit up, and after she was dried up and dressed in fresh clothing. She was taken to a different room than the cage she was in before. Just a small five by five room with a bed, toilet and sink. The heavy door closed behind her, and she just stood in the room, unable to comprehend all of the different raging emotions within herself. She felt numb and overwhelmed, unable to do much other than slowly sit down on the floor, staring blankly at the blank concrete wall ahead of her.She would remain inside the room for days, not doing much other than staring and sleeping, occasionally crying and begging to be let out, but it fell on deaf ears. When she was fed, it was mostly cold broth and stale bread, but she still ate every bite, even licking the bowl clean. She didn t care how hard the bread was, or how watered down and cold the broth was, to her empty stomach, it was heaven. It wasn't before long that they returned to her room and held her down, locking a large heavy knight's helmet over her head sje could barely see let alone keep her head up with it. She pleaded for them to take it off, begged and apologized, but none of the ghouls spoke to her, they didn t even look her in the eyes, just locked the heavy piece of armor over her head with an even heavier padlock, and left. Jin couldn t help but panic and hyperventilate, trying everything she could think of to try and get off the helmet, but it was locked snugly around her neck.They left her for another day or so with the helmet locked onto her head, making eating nearly impossible for her. She had to tear the bread into small pieces and push it through the small slit across the front for her eyes, and as for her broth, she ended up spilling most of it inside of her helmet just trying to drink even a few mouthfuls. Once she had stopped screaming about being locked inside the helmet however, she was just dragged out of her room, and brought before the Ghoul she recognized as the man who had killed her father, the cult leader. "It is time for you to fight, little knight." He told her, "To earn your freedom." Fight who..?! How..?! Her voice was muffled from the helmet, she she did her best to look him in the eyes, but it was so hard to see through the thin eye slit. He handed her a thin handle with some kind of odd blade attached to it. Once she got a clear view of it through the small holes in the helmet, she saw it was her father's quinque. Her shoulders trembled and she slowly brought it to her chest to cradle it gently, fighting her tears.In the following hour, Jin would be brought to a large cage like arena, which was splattered with fresh and old blood, large dents in the metals walls and floors, and even still pieces of corpses. The following weeks, Jin would be put up against various other opponents, both humans and Ghouls, in a fight to the death. At first fear and her desire to live kept her fighting, her brain trying to grasp at any excuse for killing the people she did, any justification, but the body count just kept increasing. Her father and grandfather had insisted she started training in both traditional Japanese sword technique and European fencing early on in life. She joined kendo clubs and competed in fencing, along with a few different privately taught grappling and self defense classes, so it was only natural that her body was skilled in fighting and killing, but her mind was starting to fall behind.Some opponents begged for their life, only three down their weapon and tried to escape where was the justification in stabbing a man in the back as he fled for his life? She had a few close calls, being wounded seriously on a few occasions, and even breaking her arm once, but she only fought on with that broken arm until she had killed her opponent and had won.She was taken all over Japan as the months went on, being stuffed into a suitcase and shipped around to the next fighting arena, her only comfort being found in her fathers Quinque. After what she could only assume to be months of fighting,She stopped worrying about her schooling, or her friends, she didn t care about her shows anymore, or even her favorite books she hadn t yet finished, only sitting and waiting quietly until it was time to fight again. The helmet was never once removed in all that time, making it easy for her to escape within herself as she slaughtered anyone who came before her, no longer sympathizing with their pleading. She would mature over the time, growing taller, her frame becoming muscular and lean from constant fighting and little food, her golden hair now sticking out from under the helmet and cascading well past her shoulders.She never stopped fighting, instead she stopped hesitating, she started to kill more quickly and efficiently, slaughtering both man and Ghoul alike that came before her, and all while completely silent. In the middle of one of her arena battles, all the doors flew open at once and Doves swarmed the area. A couple moved down to the area itself, taking care of her ghoul opponent easily before moving to her slowly."Kawabe Jin?" They asked, "We're here to help you.." She tilted her head down to look at the kill that had been stolen from her, breathing heavily from her fight. Neither of them saw her move, had time to react when she impaled the closest one through his mouth and out the back of his neck, then slicing upward easily, splitting his head in two. The other Dove s partner hadn t even hit the floor yet before Jin was upon him bringing her Quinque back to impale the man in the heart, not uttering a single word as she did so. "Take care of all who stand in your way, little knight." The leader's voice echoed out, even though she could not physically see him. She didn t even nod, just stood in the arena, waiting for more opponents to come before her, blood dripping from her Quinque.When the rest of the Doves filed in, they noticed the two slain investigators, and Jin, whom held the Quinque that dropped with their blood. They were far more cautious about approaching her, and after an intense battle, had subdued Jin. After Jin was subdued, the rest of the cult remaining within the building was hunted down and killed, and Jin was taken to hospital under close supervision. When she was brought into hospital, the first thing they did was set about cutting the lock off of Jin, which was heavily rusted shut from blood and water, and when the helmet was removed, the girl was confirmed to be the heiress to the Kawabe estate. She was severely malnourished, underweight, and had many old injuries to her body. One of her arms had been broken and never set properly, which lead to her needing corrective surgery, and her eyesight was rather poor from the helmet being constantly locked into her head. The doctors believed that her physical condition would improve overtime with proper care, but were uncertain about her mental state. She didn t speak, even when spoken to, only giving an occasional glance with dead looking eyes. She seemed to have lost some mental functions such as the ability to preform basic hygiene, and her hair had for the most part amassed into a single large mat which required most of her hair to be cut off, but nothing quite seemed to scare her. They drew blood without issue, even preformed various different physical exams, and all without any form of traumatic breakdowns, she only ever stood or sat in wait.It would take nearly an entire year of rehabilitation, medications, and therapy for her to somewhat resemble a normal high school aged girl, but she was still incredibly withdrawn. With no more living relatives left, she became a ward of the state, and was quickly taken into the custody of the CCG, who moved her to one of their academy programs. They housed, clothed, and fed her, even put her into their very own school so she could start her education where she had left off, but her eyes never changed. She looked more like a doll, lifeless eyes always staring right through people, and quickly, she was ostracized. The other students were quite clearly terrified of her. She didn't do anything except go to her classes and then go home. It was unsettling. So they took to bullying and picking on her quietly thumb tacks in her shoes, putting graffitti like "freak" or "orphan" on her locker. Nothing seemed to change, she never confronted anyone about the bullying, didn t go to any teachers, didn t even bother trying to clean the graffiti off her locker. If there were tacks in her shoes, she d simply dump them in the trash, if trash was stuffed into her desk, she d simply through it away after class. None of it ever seemed to bother her in the slightest.When the guardian program of the CCG sent a representative to ask her how she was doing and if she wanted to join any of the after school activities, she declined, that was until she was outright asked to join the club, to then which she joined immediately. She excelled there as well as with her studies, and on her days off, where the on site students were allowed to go off on their own, she preferred to stay on the grounds and simply read her books. There was another student there that seemed to be Jin in a male body. He was Matsunaga Hisehide, and when he experienced any bullying, he immediately snuffed it. No one liked to be near him because he gave off this sort of aura, this feeling of unending dread. He made people uncomfortable, even his teachers, but he was a top student and came into the academy a prodigy. He shared two classes with Jin, he could pick her out of a crowd easily, and found her to be rather interesting. A spitting image of him. She hardly seemed to notice him at all, not once ever turning remotely in his direction. She only did her studies, completed her after school curricular, then either went straight back to the dorms and took time to read in the park areas.Matsunaga may have been at the top of the class, but Jin was quickly excelling in her studies, quickly closing the distance between him and her, and yet, she still never acknoledged him or anyone else. One day at lunch break, he moved to sit across from her. He had a simple bento and waited to gauge her reaction before saying anything. Jin had always sat on her own at lunch, eating food from home that she had prepared herself, which surprisingly was only broth and a bread roll. It was a strange lunch, one that almost seemed like something a prisoner would eat at a maximum security prison, and not something an Heiress to a prestigious lineage of Ghoul Investigators would eat. She didn t look up from her meal when he sat down, only continued to eat in silence like he wasn t even there, her expression completely blank. Her eyes though, her eyes were different. It was as if they had been plucked from a corpse and put into a living being, not a single shimmer of light in the dull copper colored eyes, maybe she really was a doll. "There is very little nutritional value in your lunch." He pointed out, opening his bento to reveal extravagantly made food that seemed rather balanced. The broth in the bowl seemed to have very little heat to it as well, Jin simply picking it up and sipping it down quietly, not even glancing at his food. Everyone knew of the Kawabe s, they were far from poor, so why was she eating such a cheap and unhealthy meal? Surely with the entire Kawabe wealth now at her disposal she could afford a better meal? She set the bowl down when she had finished the broth, picking up the last bit of roll and eating that as well, and for the first time, actually looking at him. It seemed a bit more like she was looking through him than at him, but it was an improvement. He slid his bento toward her, offering some of his food to her, even some of his fancy tea he had in a thermos. She stared down at it, almost like she didn t even know what to do with it, then looked up at him. I ve already eaten. It was the first time he had heard her speak since she had arrived there, her voice soft and calm. "Surely you can bear a portion more." He said, "I insist." Eating food like that will only slow you down in a fight. She said softly, standing and collecting her tray. It makes you weak. She said, not a hint of malice in her tone, then she left. He rose an eyebrow before taking his bento back and ate his food in peace. Nothing changed, the days progressed normally, and the classmate he had was still strange. She still ate alone, studied alone, sat alone, completely isolated from all of her peers without a single friend, and yet nothing seemed to bother her. Her bullying would only get worse, her gym clothes would be stolen and thrown in the garbage, her shoes filled with razors and even destroyed, but she simply went about her day. Nothing seemed to make her happy either though, she always had the same blank expression on her face no matter what activity she did. Matsunaga did his best to befriend her until it just came to the point where he followed her around anyway and sat with her at lunch even if she didn't want him to. She never told him to leave, never ignored him, simply coexisted with him. While she was reading one day, she spoke to him first. Why are you following me? She didn t look up from her book, keeping her nose buried in it. "We're a lot alike." He replied simply, "Best to keep together, ne?" That actually caught her off guard, forcing her eyes away from her book and bringing them to Matsunaga. What do you mean? She asked, slowly closing her book this was by far the most interaction he had had with her. "Neither of us have friends, we are exceptional students and the other students fear us to a degree. Though I believe they are more terrified of me than they are of you." He said. She mulled over what he had told her. And for those reasons, we should be friends? She asked simply, running her fingers along the edges of her book. "At least some sort of comrades," he replied, "We only have each other, after all." She stared down at the grass for quite some time, then answered again. I suppose having a comrade wouldn t inhibit my fighting in anyway. Jin s eyes slowly peeled open, staring up at the dark ceiling of her apartment, then turning her head to look at the alarm clock at her beside table, which read two o clock in the morning. She let out a faint noise and rolled onto her side she hadn t dreamt of her academy days in years. Kojurou had decided that for Masamune's sake, he would go check on Megohime. Jin made him realise that his bigotry was a little shallow sighted and that maybe he should give her a chance. Hisehide had been spending quite a bit of his free time at Cochlea with Megohime, working to get information out of her on the Tsukiyama s, but at this point, if she hadn t given up anything she was likely never going to. Hisehide has just brought Megohime back to her cell, requiring a gurney to move her to and from the interrogation room even going so far as to just leave her strapped down to her gurney until he was ready to come get her next, so she wouldn t tear any of the stitching keeping her together. Kojurou moved through Cochlea quietly, contemplating what he would say to her. She was likely going to tell him to go to hell, and she had every right to. He was rude to her and took her away from Masamune. And because of that, Masamune locked himself away in his room the only way Kojurou knew he was still alive was he sometimes heard the bathroom door open and shut. He wanted Masamune back to normal, and if this was how it had to be done then he would do it.When he entered Megohime's cell, he was horrified to see her in the state she was in. What had happened to her? Who had done this? That's when he realized he hadn't seen Matsunaga in a long while. In fact, he hadn't seen Matsunaga in days. He left her room and hurried all the way back to HQ to find his partner. Megohime hadn t even been in the kind of state to notice that Kojurou had entered the room, lying limply on the gurney and twitching a few times in response to the sound of the door opening and closing.Jin and Yukimura were going over files together, doing paperwork on Ghouls they had either brought in or killed, closing cases, processing them, or even starting new ones. They weren't so engrossed in their work that they saw Kojurou creating a war path through the offices, his brow furrowed in a deep and angry scowl. Jin blinked, looking up from her work as she watched Kojurou. Katakura sosakan? She questioned, a confused look on his face as to why he looked so angry. "Where's Matsunaga?" He asked. No one had ever seen Kojurou so angry before, it was actually rather terrifying. His whole body seemed to show his rage. What had gotten him so wound up? Ah, he just went out for coffee not to long ago, he should be back soon why? Is everything alright? Jin set her papers down, Yukimura looking at Kojurou with the same wide eyes everyone in the room was. "Where?" He asked, his muscles tense and ready to burst out of the CCG and go hunting for Hisehide, "The shop down the street?" Jin moved over to him. Yes, I don t see why that matters Katakura sosakan, tell me what s happened..! "I'm going to inquire about his unethical practices." He said and stalked out of the building. She stood there for a moment before quickly handing the file she had in her hands to Yukimura, following after Kojurou. Katakura sosakan, matte! "Don't try to stop me, Jin." He stated firmly, "I don't care if you're a ghoul or a human, what he did to Megohime was beyond disgusting and abhorrent." Jin frowned and furrowed her brows. Katakura sosakan, I understand that his actions can be rather upsetting, but please, let us be civil..! He stopped and turned to her, "She was pulled apart and stitched together with pieces that were not hers. Her hair was stark white, Jin. It was white before and was finally growing back, he robbed an unimaginable number of years from her for what? To find out why she's connected to the Tsukiyama family? That's extreme, even for an investigator." She frowned more, a pang if pity weighing in her chest. Both investigators and ghouls know what kind of world we live in currently.. it is not a kind one, but Kojurou, please, let us not have violence amongst ourselves as well. "I just wish to speak with him." He said and continued to make his way to the small shop, where he saw Matsunaga making his way back to the CCG"Ah, Katakura sosakan. Forgive my absence, my interrogations have gone no where.""I noticed." Kojurou said lowly. Jin knew this would go nowhere good, she had known Matsunaga for years, and he had never improved with his people skills. Hopefully, she wouldn t have to mediate in anything. "The ghoul, Tamura, what did you do to her?" Kojurou demanded. Hisehide's expression dropped into one of disappointment before gently stirring whatever was in his cup."Ah, you went to see her, did you? Did you enjoy my handiwork?""What you did was cruel and unusual punishment. Ghoul or not, no one should go through such things!""Do calm down, Katakura sosakan, it isn't so bothersome. She's merely another ghoul.""She didn't deserve that!" Kojurou rose his voice and Hisehide rolled his eyes."She wasn't a very fun experiment anyway.." He muttered. Kojurou's eyes widened and he punched Hisehide hard in the jaw, causing him to drop his cup and stumble back a few steps. How bad Kojurou been such a blind fool? How had he not realized just how happy Megohime had made Masamune? He had never seen Masamune smile so much than the time he had been together with Megohime. He ate better, he came out of his room more, even left the house more. Had he really done the right thing? If Masamune were to see Megohime as she was now, surely it would kill Masamune. Megohime had never harmed Masamune once in the time she spent with him, never once tried to devour him. Katakura sosakan! Jin moved forward to try and stop him, grabbing his shoulder. Kojurou looked to her sharply, loose strands of hair dropping from his kempt hair. But his expression softened and he dropped his fist. Which was a mistake Hisehide came back with a hard left hook, clocking Kojurou in the cheek and sending him flying to the floor. He scowled and fixed his hair, brushing it back into his top bun."Really, how childish of you, Katakura sosakan..." The both of you are childish! Honestly, fighting out in public in such a manner! She scolded, glaring at Hisehide before moving to Kojurou. Are you alright? She asked softly, crouching down to inspect his cheek where Matsunaga had struck him. It was already starting to bruise, a pained scowl on his face."I'm fine.." He said gently."If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were becoming a sympathizer." Hisehide remarked. Jin scowled and stood. Don t misunderstand, Matsunaga. She moved to collect a few napkins, cleaning up the spilled coffee on the floor. You may make whatever assumptions about me that you wish, but that changes nothing. Now, I think we should be leaving, causing a ruckus such as this makes us unwanted patrons. Kojurou stood and exhaled, "Let's go, Jin..." He said, "There's nothing more to be done." Jin gave Kojurou a disappointed look. Katakura sosakan, you were just as much apart of this as Matsunaga. She said, but her tone was a bit more gentle. "And I will file the appropriate reports." He replied, combing his hair back with his fingers. It had been two weeks since Masamune had gone to Akihime to find Megohime, and finally Akihime had gotten just a scrap of info on her. She was being housed in the S ward floor of Cochlea, and in her file it was stated she was currently undergoing questioning. She smiled softly and invited Masamune over to tell him what she found out, and in turn he begged her to go and save her. Cochlea was very hard to get into and even harder to get out of. She would have to figure out a way in and a way out with Megohime. It took Akihime nearly a week to think up a way that would work to get in and out of Cochlea with both herself and Megohime in one piece. Finally, she had found her answer. It had cost her quite the pretty penny, but she had no other choice. "Well now..." Akihime said as stood back, "Welcome home!" She gestured around the small office in her restaurant, smiling softly to the small girl before her. The girl was rather short, with wild brown hair and deep azure eyes. She didn t make eye contact with Akihime, a soft scowl on her face as she stood still before her new owner. "Ne, do you want to help me with something fun ?" She asked, smiling gently as she moved to be eye level with her. She saw the kids eyes shift toward Akihime, but she kept her scowl and her silence, only staring at her, as if waiting for her to speak. "How would you like to help me kill some Doves ?" She asked. She saw something flicker in the girls eyes at the prospect, and she could ve sworn she saw the girl grin with she nodded, but both the look in her eyes and the grin had vanished rather quickly. "Wonderful! We'll go in a few days time that way you have all the time you need to prepare " She said. Minehime didn t know what she was preparing for other than fighting Doves, but it didn t matter, she got to fight and that was fine with her. At least this one didn t seem like she wanted anything abhorrent or was going to beat her. Akihime had been doing her best since Yukimura had first managed to get Megohime's file to grow a kakuja, she knew she would need the extra strength and power to even remotely get out of there alive. That and being stronger than Megohime was always a bonus. Minehime was used to fighting, she was really good at it in fact, and not only did she had a balanced Rinkaku, but she had a strong Kokaku. She was a rare Ghoul, a chimera born from parents of two different Kagune types, both of which had been slain by Doves. Akihime made sure she was well fed before they went anywhere near Cochlea, and when it was time to break in Akihime took Minehime just outside the building, "Are you ready, Minehime?" She answered by putting the silver mask over her face, securing it snuggly and heading off to where Akihime had previously instructed her to go. Now all that was left was to slip inside unnoticed and find Megohime, then get back out unnoticed. Easy right? Minehime would be fine on her own. She was a rather powerful ghoul for someone so young. She slipped passed all the Doves as they rushed to deal with the girl, her half mask covering her mouth as she snuck around, following Megohime's scent. It took quite a bit of concentration to keep on the scent of Megohime, especially since so many other Ghouls were in one area, but that wasn t the only reason. Her scent smelled diluted, off somehow it was strange and she couldn t place it, but she had to keep going. "What did they do to you in here, Mego chan." She muttered under her breath, moving through the floors carefully. Most of the security was out front dealing with Minehime, so it was relatively easy to slip through the large building, following Megohime s scent all the way down a floor and to a locked room. Now she just had to break Megohime and and get away before she was noticed. She used her kagune to rip the door open and stepped into the room, "Oh, Mego chan " Akihime then saw why Megohime s scent smelled so diluted. It could hardly be considered Megohime, the person strapped to the gurney in the room. Pure white hair and blue eyes where the first thing she noticed, then the patchwork that was her skin and body. She hardly seemed alive at that point, only letting out a soft wheezing noise as she stared ahead with unseeing eyes. She frowned softly, "Lord, what happened to you...?" She muttered as she moved over, "Humans are so disgusting...look what they did. Your beautiful eyes are gone...they're so ugly now..." Megohime let out a gurgle, blood trickling down from her lips as her body rejected another set of vocal cords. She couldn t speak or even see Akihime, but she could hear her just fine. She scowled softly, "I can't fix this...unless I cut everything off and out..." She said before unbuckling her from the gurney and grabbing her with her kagune, heading out of the room to get out of Cochlea. Megohime hung limply in Akihime s Kagune, not even trying to struggle, even as her left arm sloughed off and dropped to the floor, but it wasn t the only thing that caught her attention a man stood in the doorway, blocking Akihime s escape. "Quite the clever plan you had there. Set up a distraction and then slip in to take my project. Unfortunately for you, I come here quite often.""Get out of my way, you're much too old to be even remotely good to eat." She sneered. Matsunaga chuckled softly."Funny." He stated, "But I have no such plans." Akihime finally felt Megohime squirm as Matsunaga spoke, letting out a weak whimper of fear. She could tell right away he was a rotten no good human, especially so for a Dove. "I see." She gently set Megohime down before shooting all five of her tails at Matsunaga, the Dove smacking them away with his quinque. "Get out of my way.""Not likely." He replied and she shot at hin, trying to get him to move. As the two fought, Akihime was able to push Matsunaga back out of Megohime s room and into the hallway. Something then stopped the both of them. A massive blue shape came up from behind the two, down from the lower depths of Cochlea, landing on the walkway between the two fighting. It was a woman, with long white hair and a large blue ukaku sprouting from her back almost like wings. She straightened up slowly, a blank expression on her face. It wasn t Megohime, but another woman. Akihime's chest suddenly felt like she had been stabbed. Her eyes twisted with pain. How could this be? Wasn't she dead?"Amaya...?" She whispered, as if she had known her for ages. The woman s gaze only passed over Akihime, then to the Dove on her other side. The blue flames at her shoulders hardened back into wings, and then in one movement, she was gone, rocketing toward the ceiling without a single word. "Interesting." Matsunaga mused. Akihime looked like she was in physical pain before her attention returned to Matsunaga."Well, are you going to keep dealing with me or go after an escaped ghoul?" She asked. Matsunaga scowled heavily."I suppose I'll have to hurry." He said before going after Amaya. Amaya was easily clearing floor by floor, jumping as well as using her ukaku to give her more boost, giving the appearance of flying. Any guard who attacked her was simply slain with relative ease, as she had just feasted on her caretaker after all, so she was completely fueled up. Matsunaga chased after with some difficulty but he wasn't going to let such a powerful ghoul get back into the world unchecked. As he made it up another flight of stairs and onto the platform he had just seen the Ghoul land on, he found her nowhere to be seen. She couldn t have gotten far, even with her speed, then something heavy slammed into him, making him tumble across the floor before he was pinned to his back. He grunted from the pain, his quinque spinning from his grasp as he looked up to see what landed on him. It was the woman from before, now crouched on top of him, keeping him pinned, but only that. She stared at him with emotionless blue eyes, they were like chips of ice that bore into his soul. Do not follow me. She said in an equally cold and emotionless voice, and then she retreated, disappearing out of sight without another word, and leaving him with his life. He gnashed his teeth, sitting up sharply as some of his hair fell from its bun.Akihime was racing through the Ward to get to her restaurant, Megohime held tightly in her kagune tails. More parts had fallen from Megohime as Akihime traveled, having to move faster rather than more gently to avoid being caught. She wheezed and gagged before coughing up a bloody lump on the ground, tears dripping from her blind eyes. ... Kill... me... She begged quietly. "No." Akihime huffed, "Not in this state. It's pathetic." She heard something that sounded like an anguish sob, but seeing as how she had just hacked up the foreign vocal cords from her body and was slowly growing her own back, it hardly sounded human. Akihime got her back to Hakuga and moved to the back of the kitchen where the flesh was kept. She set Megohime down gently and easily pulled out the sutures that held the remaining foreign limbs from her body."Here," Akihime took a small piece of flesh and held it to Megohime's mouth, "Can you chew?" Megohime hardly wanted to live, and why would she? How many years did she have left? How many weeks had she been some sort of toy for that deranged man? Her lips quivered in a frown, a soft sob escaping her as she was barely able to turn her head away. No more... She frowned a bit, "Mego chan, Mune kun is worried. Please eat, I can't let him see you like this." Ugh, Yukimura was rubbing off on her. She was growing soft. She fought off more tears, finally relenting and taking the bite of food. She was so tired from having her body mangled and having to heal over and over, all she wanted was for her suffering to stop. Akihime fed her slowly, only giving her as much as she could take. "You can stay here, if you want. Until you get your strength back." Megohime wanted to argue, wanted to leave right away, but she had no limbs or eyes. Where else would I go like this..? She rasped out. "Shuu kun, I'm sure.." She replied, making a face, "He seems to like you." After being caught by the CCG..? No way he d take me in... I d lead them right to his doorstep. She wheezed. She made a soft noise, "That's fair..." She replied, "Well, you'll be safe here. I'll keep you fed until you're presentable for Mune kun.." Megohime only turned her head a bit, it being hard to tell her reaction since she didn t have any eyes, and her face gave away very little. Fine. "You're welcome.." She pouted, putting her hands on her hips. Megohime would remain in the basement where Akihime had brought her on request actually Megohime refusing to move much even when her eyes and legs had grown back. Her healing was nearly a slow crawl, even with Akihime feeding her more than enough, making it painfully clear she was close to death. "Still slow as a slug, huh...?" Akihime frowned, bringing her more flesh, "Humans are so disgusting..." Hey. Megohime spoke suddenly, it being rare for her to engage in conversation with Akihime. Don t tell Masamune about this... About my healing slowing down... That I m dying. "He'll find out one way or another, Mego chan.." She said, "What will you do then? Just die in his lap?" Don t worry yourself over it, I ll be long gone by then, out of your hair. She muttered. "Oh, come off it..." She huffed, "It doesn't matter about my opinion of you. You have what few people can find and that's someone who cares for you for who you really are." She sat back and held her stomach, "Ugh, I'm going to be ill..." And? What is it you want? Hey Masamune, yeah, sorry I was gone for so long, but guess what, I m gonna kick it in a few years anyway, so it s fine! Is that what I should tell him? How would you tell someone you love you aren t going to be able to grow old with them? She let out a bitter scoff. Like you have anyone like that.. Akihime sat quietly for a moment before standing, "Alright. Well, do what you please. Not like I care." She said and walked out. Megohime would remain relatively quiet for the time being, her arms taking some time to grow back, but they eventually did. "Masamune is here." Akihime stood at the door of the basement, arms folded tightly, "Do you want to see him?" What kind of question is that? Megohime huffed as she stood with some struggle. It was clear she was still rather weak, but it wasn t clear if she would remain that way permanently or not. "Guess I'll send him away " She said, smiling as she turned to leave. Megohime tried to move after her, to reach out and grab at Akihime s shoulder, but she was still too weak. Akihime heard her stumble and hit the floor, and again felt the same wrench in her heart. Megohime had been so strong and powerful, and now she had at best ten years left to live, and could hardly walk. N No! She forced out from her spot on the ground, trying to stand again. Akihime exhaled gently and turned toward her, "Oh, alright. Pick yourself up, I'll be back." Megohime didn t really have much of a choice, especially since she already looked like shit if Masamune came in and she was on the floor, he d about have a heart attack. She heard footsteps coming back before they rushed in and someone cupped her face gently."Mego, oh my God, what happened to you...?!""Humans happened." Akihime answered dryly behind him. Megohime felt tears burn her eyes immediately, and she didn t hesitate moving forward and clutching to Masamune s chest. She didn t answer him, only pressed her face against him and took in a shaky breath, holding onto him tightly. It felt so nice to touch him again, to hear his voice, to be in his warmth. "You're safe now, Mego...I promise..." He soothed, petting her hair gently. Akihime made a face and left to give them peace. Megohime let her tears fall, not caring that she couldn t see, or that they dripped everywhere, she just cried silently. Was she safe? No, she d never be safe again, not even in her dreams, the CCG had caught her and knew her face and home location. "I'll keep you safe, I promise.." He told her softly, "I promise, Mego..." Her hair was so white, if it weren t for her youthful appearance, she could ve easily been mistaken as an elderly woman. I missed you so much..! She whispered, shaking slightly. "I missed you, too, babe..." He said gently, combing his fingers slowly through her hair, "Man, your hair had done so good, too..." Megohime told Masamune that she had no where to go, and he simply had her come home with him, hiding her inside his closet with blankets and pillows, where she would hide when Kojurou was home. When Kojurou was at work, it was just like okd times they would sleep and cuddle in his bed, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. He had saved cans of coffee to share with her and he never let her out of his sight. Megohime didn t seem to have much drive to leave regardless, not even looking out the windows and only staying with Masamune. She cooked for him with the ingredients he had in the house, and even tried playing video games with him, even though she was terrible at them. He never minded when she died or failed, especially when they played split screen. He would laugh with her and tell her it takes practice. He ate everything she made him, even if it was too spicy or super bland, he loved that she even tried. Megohime did her best not to gag from the smell while cooking, and tried even harder to beat Masamune at video games she usually failed miserably at both.Masamune still found Megohime rather handsy at times, occasionally surprising him during a video game with her hand down the front of his pants, other times her kissing his neck and shoulders. Now was not such a different time. He had to pause his game to keep from messing up, "Having fun, Mego ?" Megohime s cheeks were flushed pink as she hugged his waist loosely from behind, stroking his cock slowly in his sweatpants. A bit.. She muttered against the bed, eyes closed and feeling him swelling in her hand. "Well, it's good to see you still have a healthy sex drive " He teased huskily. She pressed her thumb gently against the head of his cock, rubbing in slow circles before returning to pumping his shaft. I want you to touch me.. He shuddered and moved to face her, "Rough or gentle ?" Rough. She said softly, still stroking him, feeling a soft ache between her legs in her excitement. He slipped his hand down the front of her pants and roughly worked his fingers over her clit, kissing her heatedly. Megohime shifted on the bed so it was a bit easier for the two to get to each other, stroking him at a steady pace as she kissed him deeply. "Mego, I'm really pent up and I don't feel like ruining these pants... " He teased against her lips. And.. ? She kissed him again. What do you want me to do about it..? She murmured back. "Either get my pants off or stop " He huffed, randomly pushing his fingers into her core with the same roughness. She squirmed and let out a soft whimper. If your pants come off then I ll be a mess She kissed him again. Why don t you make me ? He fingered her faster, moving to bite her neck as hard as he remembered she liked. Her womanhood was hot and throbbing, her juices coating Masamune s fingers as he pushed them inside her. She gasped softly at the sensation of his teeth against her flesh. Megohime pulled his hand from her shorts and easily pushed him back on the bed, shimmying his sweatpants down over his hips to free his erection, moving to kiss him once more as she continued to stroke him, making a soft noise against his lips. "Well, I guess I should just let you have all the fun." He hissed lowly, his length throbbing in her hand. That doesn t sound all that fun.. She murmured, keeping a decently steady pace stroking his aching cock. Why not show me how gentle you can be..? He was starting to throb harder, faster, "I'm lucky I can show you anything right now.." He said, voice strained. She slowed her pace, kissing him slowly and deeply, then she quickened her stroking. She changed between slowing down and moving quickly, pushing her hand down into her pants to touch herself. He suddenly came in her hand with a low grunt, his hips rocking and shaking. Megohime stopped only when he had finished, still kissing him slowly and gently. "You didn't...have to do that.." He said, his breath a little short. What, did you want me to use my mouth instead.. ? She teased, kissing him gently. He chuckled and shook his head, "I mean you didn't have to get me off at all.." She wiped her hand off on the sheets, figuring she d do them later. If I didn t want to, I wouldn't have.. She said softly, moving closer to him. "Well, still..." He said softly, "Do you want me to return the favor...?" Well you did kinda get me going.. She gave him a lazy kiss, cupping his cheek. He moved to guide her onto her back and kissed her gently, tugging off her shorts and panties before working her clit slowly. Megohime made a soft noise as he touched her, kissing him back just as gently as she relaxed against the bed, holding onto Masamune. She was still wet, and he felt her open her legs a bit more for him, shifting her hips as well. He slowly slid his fingers into her, wanting to work her up before getting rough with her. He felt her trembling heat clench around his fingers, Megohime letting out a soft moan as she deepened her kiss, face flushed. She caressed him gently, her kisses becoming slightly sloppy as she became more turned on. His pace picked up anf he did his best to palm her clit as he fingered her, moving his kisses to trail bites along her neck. Megohime would thrust her hips every so often, letting out soft grunts and whimpers, gripping Masamune s shoulders. She struggled with the buttons on her shirt, not even getting her shirt off fully, but exposing her chest for Masamune. He could tell he was doing what she liked, his hand wet from her juices, legs spread and toes curled, even her eyes were closed at this point. He trailed his bites and kisses over her chest as his fingers pumped roughly in and out of her. Megohime was a wet mess, her thighs twitching and her heat clenching around his fingers. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him gently to her chest as her hips bucked a few times before she started to thrust them, getting close to her climax. He sucked on her breast roughly, not stopping even when his arm ached for him to rest. Her grip tightened and she let out a few soft gasps as she thrust her hips against his hand, then finally fell still, her heat clenched around him before she slowly relaxed. He slowed to a stop and kissed up to her lips slowly. She cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer, kissing him back. I love you.. She whispered against his lips. "I love you, too.." He said softly, "So much..." She caressed him, held him close and kissed his face gently, placing kisses on his forehead, on his nose and eyes, even his temple. He laughed softly, "Missed me, huh?" She just held him, letting his hair slowly, listening to his heartbeat. More than you could ever imagine.. She said softly. He smiled gently and held her tight, "I missed you, too, Mego...more than you think, too.." Megohime seemed weak ever since she came home, having little energy, and tiring quickly. Even going to the food mart up the street for Masamune s snacks seemed to take her breath away. Still, she stayed with Masamune when he played his video games and watched television, often falling asleep in his lap. "Mego, are you ok? You've been really lethargic lately..." He was worried, sje had never been this way before. I m fine, I just haven t been sleeping well.. She mumbled from her spot on his lap. She had been having night terrors and restless sleep ever since coming back from Cochlea over a year ago, developing terrible black bags under her eyes, but he couldn t help the nagging feeling that something else was wrong. "Mego, you know you can tell me anything..." He muttered, pausing his game to give her his full attention. Megohime knew she was dying, that at most she had three years or so left before she died, but what worried her more was the smell coming from Masamune. Even with her dulled senses, she could smell death on him. She sat up, but couldn t look at him. When did you go to the doctors last? She asked quietly. He made a noise as he thought about it, "Routine visit was a couple weeks ago,why?" Megohime presser her lips together, gripping the blanket on her lap hard. You smell sick. She said quietly. Really sick. "Mego, I always smell sick." He told her with a small smile, "What's so different this time?" I don t know, it s just... It smells different, more serious, I can t explain it.. She was worried, she had been smelling it for a long time now, but it had only recently become more prominent. "I can bring it up with Kojurou...he usually handles all the medical stuff.." He said, "I'm sure it's nothing." She nodded, hoping maybe her nose was just messed up, praying that Masamune was completely fine. He set his controller aside and moved to hold her, "You wanna just nap, babe...?" Megohime nodded, laying down with Masamune. Just promise you ll see a doctor soon. She said softly. "I will, I promise.." He told her, tucking some hair behind her ear. Akihime would schedule interrogations with Yukimura, which would often last all night. It would often involve him tied in rope to Akihime s bed, blindfolded and sometimes with a cockring to ensure he lasted as long as she wanted him to.He would be restrained so his hands were tied above his head, blindfolded with a leather blindfold, legs tied spread open wide, and a silver metal ring on the base of his cock. It was easy to get him hard, Akihime has been training him to submit to her will for nearly two years at this point, so even her getting rough with him made his cock throb and make him a drooling mess. "You're such a good boy, Yuki you know that, don't you ? You're so good to me all the time and obey me to the letter you love the rewards you get for being good, don't you ?" She purred, ghosting her fingers along the underside of his cock. Precum has beaded at the tip of his cock, dripping down onto the bed as he trembled in delight, struggling against the rope. I I do, Akihime sama..! He gasped out, cock throbbing and twitching to be touched more. "Oh, you're so good " She purred, "I'll let you choose your reward this time, Yuki do you want me to suck you off or ride you this time ?" He swallowed hard, getting even more excited at the mere mention of the possible acts she would preform. Ride me. He strained, desperately wanting release. She lifted her skirt over her hips and slid off her panties, straddling his hips and rubbing his tip against her ebtrance before slidding down over him with a moan. He didn t wait for her to get used to his cock, thrusting his hips as soon as he was completely inside of her. It was a bit of a struggle with how he was restrained, but the feeling of her wrapped around him was heavenly. He grunted and gasped, thrusting hard and fast into her. "E Easy, Yuki,I can't work if you're bucking like that " She teased, trying to move her hips. Yukimura clenched his fists, nodded and swallowed a groan as he forced himself to slow down his movements, only giving slow, small thrusts. F Forgive... Akihime sama.. She leaned down and kissed him slowly as she moved her hips quickly over his cock, moaning against his lips, "I will always forgive you " Yukimura kissed back, eager to touch Akihime in anyway he could. Thank you.. He whispered, leaning up to kiss her again. She kissed back and worked her hips a little while longer before untying him, "You can touch me now, Yuki " Yukimura left his blindfold on, putting his hands on her hips, then slowly sliding them up her sides, and to the shoulder blades to hold her close to him. She moaned softly and did her best to bounce and grind over his cock faster, feeling her orgasm build up. Yukimura rocked his hips steadily, holding her close as he kissed down her neck and chest, sucking roughly on her flesh. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, "S So good to me, Yuki " He brought her breast to his mouth, sucking roughly on her pert nipple, digging his nails lightly into her back. Her head fell back and she moaned lowly, "Y Yuki... !" She was getting close. Yukimura moved her suddenly, tearing the blindfold from his head and pushing Akihime onto her back, pushing her knees to her chest as he thrust into her. She arched and moaned loudly, "B Bad boy ! I I didn't say you could do that !" He kissed and sucked the inside of her thigh, his thrusts becoming more and more desperate as he came closer to his release, grunting softly. She bit her lip hard and arched as she suddenly climaxed, crying his name as her walls constricted and shuddered around him, almost begging for him to cum. He thrust a few more times before tensing up and falling still. He filled her with his seed, biting down on her inner thigh as he did, breathing heavily. Her breathing was labored and she made a soft noise, "Naughty boy, Yuki... " She teased. He pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her, breathing heavily. Forgive me, Akihime sama... I acted without thinking.. She looked over at him and smiled softly, "I'll let it slide this once " Yukimura only muttered another apology and his thanks, moving to hold her gently.Food was difficult to get, ever since Megohime had been broken out of Cochlea and her body returned to normal, she never fully regained the feeling of normalcy. Her body felt weak and foreign to her, almost like she had turned human. She could tell without even fighting that she had weakened a great deal, and had discovered even after devouring dozens of weak Ghouls, he kagune has ceased to mutate like it had been before, halting the process of her becoming a kakuja. She could still feel the small barbed spine that had started to develop from her kagune it hadn t changed at all. It was devastating, why had everything stopped? Had she undergone too much physical trauma, was her body at its limit?Regardless, she needed to hunt for food, she couldn t rely on Masamune for her meals. She knew that with her capture fame the alienation from her family and associates, as well as the inevitable loss of her hunting grounds, but she would still use them to feed. She knew them like the back of her hand, and if she laid low enough, and hid her identity, it shouldn t be an issue. There were so many ghouls picking around her territory now. They knew she was gone and were takin advantage of it. Ot made things harder for her, making the struggle for food more difficult. Megohime struggled to catch a human, let alone do it without running into another ghoul while doing so, having just dragged the freshly killed body into a more secluded area so she could eat in peace. She kept her hood up, only removing the medical mask from her mouth as she tore the sleeve from the persons arm, stomach aching for food as she took a bite of the warm flesh. She could feel eyes on her and she could hear sniggering, where other ghouls mocking her? It sounded like they were. Laughing at her for allowing herself to be in such a sorry state. She just kept her head down, kept her eyes on her food as she took another bite, didn t bother reacting at all. She knew she was in a pitiful state, knew she looked awful, she didn t need to be reminded of it. It was shameful, but did she really have any shame left? She ate in silence, keeping her back to the sniggering ghouls, planning to just eat and leave. "Can you believe it? Big bad Megohime is a ghost of her former self ""Akihime did some shit to her for sure ""No, no, did you hear? She got the shit kicked out of her by Doves " they mocked. Their words hurt, but they were right, she could hardly fight now, and was barely able to keep up with a human on foot, she was a pitiful disgrace, but what was she supposed to do? She only took another bite more, losing her appetite just thinking of her sorry state. She stood, wiping her mouth and putting the mask back on, shoving her hands in her pockets and starting off down the road, keeping her head down as she went, just wanting to go back home to Masamune. They blocked her path easily, "Where are you going, huh ?" Excuse me. She muttered, trying to move passed them, keeping her eyes down, not wanting any kind of confrontation or fight. "Nah " One shoved her back and they advanced on her."Who's all big and scary now, huh ?" She let them shove her back, stumbling and almost losing her footing. I just want to go home, you can have the corpse, I don t want to start any fights. She muttered out, feeling this was deserved. Her white hair peeked out from under her cap and hoodie, red eyes on the ground as they cornered her. She was too tired to try to put up a fight, figuring offering her catch would be enough to let her go with just some more shit talking. "Only if we get to teach you a lesson.""Yeah, you've been a real bitch about where others can and can't hunt.""Not very fair when you always get your own ass kicked by the Hostess " Megohime felt her back touch the alleyway wall, and she stopped, frowning behind her mask. Look, the territory isn t even mine anymore, just take what you want, I m not gonna cause you any trouble.. How far she had fallen, to be offering up both her kill and her territory to ghouls who she previously saw as beneath her maybe she really was just that shitty, maybe this was retribution for all of her misdeeds. They scowled and grabbed her by the throat and wrists before slamming her hard into the wall over and over before slamming her into the ground."Spit it up!" They yelled. Megohime grunted with every hit her head made with the wall, and when she was slammed to the ground, she wheezed, grinding her teeth in pain. Her hat and hood had come off, exposing her stark white hair. Let go..! She tried to struggle free, but it felt like she was still under RC suppressant drugs, having only the strength of a human. Her kakugan made her eyes glow red, and her Kagune pushed out from under her jacket, like she was preparing to fight them. "Spit up the fucking food.""You don't got the right to eat our food, bitch!" They slammed her down again, harder this time. Her head spun and her kagune stiffened before it deactivated, tears in her eyes as she clenched her fists and teeth. How was she supposed to just make herself sick? Why was she eating anyway, she should just find somewhere to curl up and die. I... I can t..! She felt pathetic, but she had no will to fight any longer. "Here, we'll help." They threw her to her side and started kicking her as hard as they could in the stomach. Megohime cried out with every kick, feeling like each time the breath was being ripped from her lungs. It only took a few more kicks before she vomited onto the street, her tears dripping down her face as her meal was wasted. "There, that wasn't so hard " They said before they each summoned their kagune an ukaku, rinkaku, and a bikaku. Megohime gagged and wretched a few more times before looking to the ghouls with tired eyes, trying to crawl onto her hands and knees. Please, I just want to go home.. "You'll go home when we say." One said and the ukaku kicked her with such speed and force that she nearly flew through the wall. The rinkaku chased her and grabbed her by her hair before his tails wrapped around her, squeezing her tight like a snake. Megohime was nearly knocked out by slamming into the wall, groaning when she was picked up by her hair. Please... Stop.. She barely got out, feeling like her bones were ready to break from the force he applied to holding her. They wailed on her for what seemed like hours, ripping into her and taking out chunks and painting the walls in her blood. When they were satisfied with the damage they caused, they walked away laughing like they were just pals. Megohime could hardly take in a breath, hardly move. She laid in her own blood and organs for what seemed like an hour before she forced herself to push them back into her stomach, and attempt the trek home before sunrise.Masamune would wake in an empty bed, no sign Megohime had come back from hunting last night, bedroom window still cracked open to let her in. What had happened? Was she ok? He immediately became worried and took his medications quickly before throwing on clothes and grabbing his phone to go look for her. Her phone was going straight to voicemail, something that terrified him, since she never turned her phone off, or allowed it to die. "Oh God, oh God." He muttered and moved through her old territory looking for her. Her territory was huge, full of alleyways and winding, leading him in circles often times. He panic only grew when he spotted the CCG removing a corpse from an abandon lot down the road, loading a body bag on a gurney into the van. He started to panic and moved over quickly to see what happened. Was it Megohime? Was she killed? Was there anything left? He heard a few investigators talking as he got closer. looked like a bunch of ghouls fought over the body, a few bites were taken out of the civilian, but it looked like a fight broke out. There had to be at least three, they broke the bricks of the wall over there before quite a bit of blood was spilled over here. You think they hanged up on one? Maybe, it s hard to tell, it might ve just been a feeding frenzy that went south, wouldn t be surprised if they attacked their own friend. The blood trails down the road, but the path stops at a building wall, they either went up, or were picked up. Did the building get checked? Yeah, empty for a while now, no blood inside. His chest ached and he slipped away to follow this blood trail they spoke about. Maybe it was Megohime. Oh God, how hurt was she? Could he even help her? When he got to the building, he slipped in and looked around, "Mego...?" He called softly. There were fresh foot prints from the investigators, tracking around on the first floor, then leading up the dusty stairs and up to the third floor. It looked like it had been some kind of old gym or something, some old equipment left behind and covered in dust, even some old dank showers. He was about to give up and continue on his search when he spotted a blood smear on the window of the third floor, the blood fresh, and leading to the bathrooms. He hurried up the stairs, stopping at the top to catch his breath, "Mego...! Mego, please answer...!" The long pause nearly sucked the air back out of his lungs, then he heard it. Just... stopped for a small break.. The soft answer echoed slightly, like it was coming from the shower room, barely loud enough to hear even inside the quiet building Megohime s voice. He rushed over to where he heard her, "A quick break?! Are you insane?!" He found her in one of the shower stalls, her sneakers just peeking out to show him where she was. Sorry... I just... Got a bit tired.. She was a mess, caked in blood and covered in bruises. Hair hair was tangled and stained with blood, as were her clothes, in her lap sitting what he assumed was just more of her blood caked clothes, until he realized that her jackets zipper had been broken open, and her shirt torn to shreds. What was sitting in her lap wasn t her clothes, but her internal organs. He covered his mouth quickly to stop the vomit but it wanted out, so he moved to an old toilet and just puked. He coughed and gasped, "Wh...What happened to you, Mego...?" He could hear an awful wheezing as she breathed, her tired eyes following him as he made a scramble for the toilets. Just a... Minor food territory dispute.. She murmured, feeling only one of her lungs inflating. I didn t get any dinner though... well, I did... then I lost it.. Was that the corpse that was being cleaned up down the road? Had that awfully, bloody scene been from Megohime being attacked? "G God..." He gasped before moving back over and offering his arm, "H Here. Eat." She turned her head away, frowning. I m not taking your flesh, Masamune, I ll need more than a bite for this.. He could hear her stomach growl, he could tell she was hungry, that her body needed to heal. "Then...then I'll go find someone for you...!" He said, moving to his feet, "You need food..!" Masamune no..! She couldn t get up, even if she wanted to, it having taken her hours just to get down the road a few hundred feet. How are you going to get flesh..? You can t..! "I...I'll figure it out...but you need flesh...!" He argued helplessly. I just need a bit more rest... I promise I ll be fine... I ll be able to get up and move soon... Just a little more time.. Her head nodded forward, and blood oozed from the wound on the top of her head, a small portion of her skull caved in. Just... a little more... She murmured numbly, her eyelids so heavy, and she was so tired. He had a panic attack and rushed off to find her some flesh to eat. His adrenalin was pumping so hard he didn't realize how terrified he was. How in the world was he supposed to get flesh? There wasn t exactly a bank for that sort of thing, and the meal Megohime had caught was already loaded up and being taken away. He would have to kill someone. His hands were shaking at the thought. He would have to take a life to save his girlfriend. He tried looking around for someone who would look easy enough and found a young woman that looked a little younger than him. He swallowed hard and followed her before he grabbed her and pulled her into an alley, throwing her into a wall and immediately knocking her out. He knelt over her and wrapped his shaking hands around her throat. He couldn t help his gaze move over to the things she had dropped text books and school papers to the local college. This was another human being, someone with dreams and aspirations, someone he was about to rob the life from. She looked so young, barely twenty, and he was going to kill her, take away the rest of her years to feed his dying girlfriend. Tears dripped from his good eye and he moved off her, cleaning up her books and papers before running off. He couldn't do it. Megohime had to do this every time she had to feed? Had to look at what she was taking away from someone? It was terrible, the whole situation was terrible, what was he going to? He ran back to where she was hiding and collapsed as soon as he passed through the door, crying and wheezing from running nonstop. It was quiet, and Megohime didn t call out to him, was she still out cold, or had she died from her wounds? What was he supposed to do? He crawled back up to the third floor and moved to the stall she was in, "Mego..?" Megohime flinched before slowly picking up her head, looking to Masamune with unfocused eyes. What happened..? She asked softly, words slurred a bit. Are you ok..? He dropped beside her and new tears poured down his cheeks, "I couldn't do it..." He rasped, "I couldn't kill her...I'm so sorry...I just wanted to help you...but I'm such a coward..." Megohime s bruised eyes stung with her own tears, and she touched his cheek with her bloody hand. Stop it... I never asked you to kill a human.. I never would ve let you go if I knew that s what you were planning.. "You're dying, I thought that...maybe I could help..." He strained, "I don't wanna lose you, Mego...!" Her hand trembled against his cheek, and she tried to smile, but it hurt. I already told you... I just need a bit of a rest... He cried and nodded numbly, "I'll stay right here with you.." No, you should go home... You shouldn t be sitting in some old abandon building with a ghoul.. She squeezed his hand gently. I ll be home before you know it.. "We'll go home together.." He muttered, "I'm not leaving you here on your own.." Megohime didn t want to argue with Masamune, not with how distraught he was. Will you at least go home and get some things..? You need a blanket to stay warm... And your meds.. He sniffed and nodded, "Alright...I promise I'll be right back..." He said softly. Megohime nodded, giving his hand another small squeeze before letting go. I ll wait here, promise I won t move a muscle.. She joked weakly. He laughed weakly and headed off back home where he packed a spare blanket and pillow and his meds, leaving Kojurou a note saying he was at a friend's for the night before locking up and heading back to Megohime. Megohime was right where she said she was, having taken off her jacket and used it to keep her innards in during her healing, which was progressing, but at a snails pace. He moved as close as he could to her, setting up his pillow and blanket, "I brought you coffee for when you're ready for something to have in your stomach.." Thanks... I ll take it.. She said, head resting back against the tile wall. Maybe when I m a little more patched up... I ll look for something to eat.. He laid with her and kept her company, trying to talk about whatever came to mind. He munched on some snacks when he got hungry, feeling a little bad that she had nothing to eat. She listened to him talk, only giving short responses with what little energy she had as her body healed. She drank all the coffee that he brought her, but soon her healing came to a stop, and it was clear she was in pain. "M Mego...?" He looked panicked, "A Are you ok...?" She was sweating, and her face was pale. Y Yeah... Just... Probably some stomach cramps or something.. She managed out, face twisted with pain. "Do you need flesh?" He asked, "Please, I can't watch you die.." Maybe, just a bit... She wheezed. Maybe I ll go out and try to hunt a bit.. She said, standing with a groan of pain. "No!" He stopped her and frowned softly, "I'll find Akihime..." I d rather eat my own flesh first.. She muttered bitterly, but was unable to keep herself upright and sank back to the floor. "Mego, you don't have a choice..." He said, "I like her a lot less, believe me...but you need it.." Alright, alright... But nothing rash... I ll pay for whatever.. She muttered. He nodded and headed out again, trying to find his way to Akihime's restaurant from where they were hiding. It was hard finding the little restaurant, even in the daylight, especially so since it was quite the walk, and he spent most of it lost. He gulped and moved into Hakuga when he finally found it,freezing when all eyes landed on him."Mune kun " Akihime greeted him brightly, "How niceto see you after so long how can I help you?""I It's Mego..." He muttered, "She got messed up really bad and she needs food. Please help her." Akihime scowled lightly before giving a sympathetic sigh."Alright. I'll pack her some flesh and you can take it to her. But that means you owe me a favor." She told him. He nodded quickly, happy to sell his soul for Megohime. What would she want this time? Last time she took a kidney and some blood, but what else was he supposed to give this time? She packed him two storage boxes of flesh and he put them in his bag."Thank you, Akihime.""No problem give Mego chan my love, ne ?" She smiled brightly and Masamune fought a shudder before he headed off back to Megohime. Megohime was where she said she would be, still sweating and groaning in pain, skin pale. "Hey..." He said softly and sat down, pulling the boxes from his bag, "Here...she packed these for you.." Did she poison them..? She asked, reaching out and taking the box. What did she want for it? "Just a favor...she said she would cash it in later. I don't think she poisoned them, I didn't see her pack them..." He answered Megohime grunted and took out a piece, then hesitated. You shouldn t watch me eat.. It gets messy, and it s... It s human.. "I'll look away, it's alright...I'm not offended by you, babe.." He said before turning away, "Take your time.." Masamune, please.. She said softly, staring down at the bloody meat in her hands. It s fucking disgusting.. Tears blurred her vision why would Masamune have to put up with hearing her eating flesh? Someone of his own kind? When he ate, it was cute and clean, but when ate, blood dripped down her face, and the crunch and tear of flesh was loud. "It's not so bad...I get a little messy sometimes, too. If I cared how or what you ate, we wouldn't be dating.." He told her, "I love you for who you are, not what you are.." Megohime still couldn t bring herself to eat with Masamune in the room, staring down at the meat with hungry eyes. ... please..? He stood and walked out of the room, "Let me know when you're done..." Megohime felt guilty for pushing him away, even when he was trying to accept her, but she couldn t help but find herself repulsive, find her eating habits repulsive. She ate in silence, not bothering to wipe away her tears as they fell, eating as much as her stomach could handle. Masamune sat on the stairs, hugging his knees to his chest as he waited for her to finish. He sat in the stairwell for only a few minutes before he heard Megohime s voice calling to him. I m done.. He stood and came back over, "How much did you eat?" He asked gently. Enough to make it feel like my stomachs gonna burst. She said, watching him come back over. He nodded and packed up what was left she ate a little over half of one container, so that was good at least. I don t know where we re gonna keep that... It ll go bad without refrigeration. Megohime frowned, knowing he couldn t just take it home with him. "It'll get cold enough at night, it'll be fine.." He said gently. That s what I worry about, you can t just be sleeping out here in the cold. She frowned. I might be able to move in a few hours, we ll try to head home then, ok? "I brought a spare blanket and pillow, it's alright...I'll be fine.." He told her, "Just worry about you, ok?" She laid down in the shower, still crusted with blood. Use them both, you ll get sick, and ill just dirty the blanket. "You sure...?" He asked, "I don't mind sharing.." She shook her head, too tired to care if she was comfortable or not. I think I ll sleep just fine either way. She said with a tired smile. He frowned softly, "You sure you're sure...?" She nodded, reaching out a hand for his. I ll live vicariously through you, so make sure you re extra warm.. He laughed softly and held her hand, "If you're lying, I'll be really upset.." I promise, I promise, no lying.. She said, smiling softly and holding his hand firmly in her own. He nodded, "Well then, I'll try to be as warm as possible for both of us.." Good... I ll wake you up when I feel up to moving, ok? So rest, I ll keep watch.. Megohime said. He nodded and closed his eyes, "I love you, Mego.." I love you, too, Masamune.. She said softly, watching him as he fell asleep. He didn't feel like he had slept for long when he heard foot steps approaching."Megohime " it was a man's voice. Was it the ones who attacked her? Megohime was already up, crouched by the doorway to the showers with a scowl on her face. She had healed up enough to move, but now they had another problem. She glanced to Masamune, and upon seeing he was awake, she put a finger to her lips, worried he would get caught up in her issue. Standing, she moved around the corner and headed quietly to the stairs, hoping to intercept the man before he came up and found Masamune. "No, Mego, what are you doing...!?" Masamune called in a harsh whisper."You got another unwarranted meal up here, Megohime ?" The man called. Megohime ignored Masamune, hurrying down the first flight of stairs. Good, he seemed like he was still on the first floor, but she wasn t sure how she was going to get Masamune out, since she had just barely made it onto her feet. She scowled and brought out her kagune, having no other choice last time she refused to fight, but this time she couldn t afford to lose, not now that Masamune was here. They met each other halfway through the second flight of stairs."There you are," he said, "I've been lookin' for you " Megohime clenched her teeth, steeling her nerves before launching at him, taking them both down the stairs, willing to do anything to keep him away from Masamune. He grabbed at her and put all his strength to throw her off him, sending her into the wall."Mego!" Masamune called and rushed to try and help her. Get away!! Megohime snarled, dropping from the wall and slamming into the ghoul again, grabbing him hard and slamming him to the wall. She pierced her tail through his shoulder and to the wall, pinning him there effectively. Go!! She snapped at Masamune, shaking with effort. "I'm not leaving...!" Masamune argued. The ghoul's rinkaku shot out and pierced through Megohime's stomach like a cork screw."Wanted to play with your food a little ? That's disgusting, even for you " Megohime gripped the man tightly, letting out a cry of agony when he impaled her, but she refused to let go. Masamune, I can t fight and protect you! She pushed her own kagune deeper into the man, making sure he was firmly pinned to the wall. "B But..." He looked desperate and scared."Yare yare " Akihime made her way up the stairs, her haunting rinkaku fanning out behind her, "How rude Mego chan is in no condition to be bullied like this ""H Holy shit...y you know her...?" The ghoul looked terrified, eyes on Akihime now. Akihime smiled softly."We were friends at one point ne, Mego chan, would you like a hand ?" Just, get him out of here... please.. She managed out through clenched teeth, blood pooling at her feet from her newly opened wound. Don t let him get hurt.. "Masamune." She said firmly and he jumped at how firm she sounded, "Go home. I'll return anything you leave behind.""But !" He stopped when she glared at him with angry kakugan."Go!" She snapped and Masamune looked to Megohime before running off. Akihime turned back to the pinned ghoul and her tails shot around Megohime to impale him. "Move, Mego chan." Megohime didn t argue, letting go of the ghoul and stumbling back, painfully pulling the kagune free of her stomach and collapsing backwards onto her rear. She held a hand over the gaping wound, but it did little to stop the bleeding, which had increased when the kagune was pulled from her stomach. Akihime hooked the ends of her tails and gave a hard tug, quartering him before she stomped on his head."Honestly, the nerve of some people." Megohime was too busy vomiting blood to respond properly, wheezing and gasping on the floor, only able to just look over at Akihime with tired and pained eyes. Akihime glanced at the innards before grabbing the kakuhou and ripping it in half, offering one to Megohime, "Here." Megohime looked at it, and without saying anything, took it and bit into it. She didn t bother explaining to Akihime about her stunted growth, or that eating other ghouls would no longer enhance her own kagune, she just ate in silence. Akihime swallowed hers down like Masamune would sashimi, "It's tragic what happened to you, Mego chan...I am very sorry I could not find you sooner.." Akihime could see in her eyes that she was tired, the kind of tired that would stay with her no matter how long she slept. It doesn t matter now. She muttered softly, not even offering a usual retort it was genuinely sad, it made Akihime s chest ache, and her guts twist. Megohime had once been so fiery, a strong and proud Ghoul, that was now reduced to eating any scraps she could get, living in the closet of her human lovers home. She had fallen far and hard, and it was all thanks to humans. "Ne..." Akihime moved closer, "Why don't you come work at Hakuga? There's a spare room you can stay in and I'll let you have whatever's left from the dinner rush.." I think I ve been through enough humiliation, plus I already get to fight over the leftovers with the roaches.. She kept her eyes down on her food. And I can t just leave Masamune.. "You can still visit him, you'll work like a regular employee, which means days off and vacation time. If you try to fight for food again, you'll die..." She told her. Megohime studied the blood covered gore in her hands. Masamune s got no part in this..? I just want him safe and happy.. "I'm saving my favor for a rainy day. My deal with him has nothing to do with my deal with you.." She said, "You need help, and as your rival, I owe that to you so you can regain your strength and I can kill you in a fair fight." Megohime didn t argue that she d never truly regain her full strength, that so much of her life had been burned away that she wouldn t ever make it thirty. I have to go make sure Masamune s ok... Just let me know when to start.. She said as she struggled to her feet. Akihime helped her stand, "I don't think he went very far.." She said with a teasing tone, "You can start as soon as your ready, just don't keep me waiting " Megohime didn t answer, only dragged herself out and slowly made her way back to Masamune s. She would have to throw away the clothes she was wearing, the shirt and jacket completely shredded, and the jeans stained with blood hopefully Masamune returned home safely though. "Mego!" Masamune came rushing over, he had been pacing the street waiting for some sign. Akihime smiled softly and passed Megohime to him."Take care of her, Mune kun ja " She said and walked away. Masamune helped support Megohime as they went back to his place, frowning worriedly. You re getting blood all over your clothes.. She muttered, holding onto him as they walked. And sorry, I think your jacket is ruined.. He shrugged, "I don't really care, I have a ton.." He said, I can tell Kojurou to buy me more clothes.." The office was in a state of chaos ever since the jail break at Cochlea, many investigators stuck on looking into the handful of ghouls that escaped that day. Mitsunari was looking through so many cluttered reports before he finally found it. A confirmed sighting of the Hostess. He pushed out of his desk and made his way out into the open cubicals."Notify Kawabe jotososakan and Matsunaga jotososakan to meet me in the briefing room.""H Hai!""Sanada sosakan." Mitsunari stopped beside Yukimura, "Ikuzo." Yukimura stood from his desk immediately, discarding the task he was currently working on. Hai! Have you found something, Mitsunari senpai? Mitsunari began walking with him to meet Jin and Matsunaga in the briefing room. "We have some new information on the Hostess. We found her hunting grounds." Yukimura felt his guts twist into knots, and he was worried that his face would pale. You found her hunting grounds? Do you know where she s located? "Somewhere within the 22nd Ward." He answered,"We're going to make our move within the next couple days." He told him as they entered the briefing room,Matsunaga and Jin already waiting. Jin and Matsunaga were sitting in wait for Mitsunari and Yukimura, Jin looking to Mitsunari as he entered. Ishida sosakan, Sanada sosakan. She stood and bowed to them both. We ve only been informed briefly on the situation, please fill us in on the details. "I've had investigators combing the wards, almost literally, for anything on the Hostess after her break in of Cochlea. I've finally narrowed down her hunting grounds.""Ah, how wonderful," Matsunaga said, "I've been itching to finally test her. See if she's really worthy of her S Rank." And of the woman she broke in for? Tamura? We re there any connections or sightings of her? Files indicate frequent territory spats between the two. Not to mention the unknown woman who used the confusion to escape, killing the man who was guarding her in the process. She pointed out. "We suspect there was a form of rivalry between them but breaking Tamura out to take her territory doesn't add up." Mitsunari said. Matsunaga made a noise."Altruism isn't very common in ghouls." He noted, "I for one am well aware of Tamura's condition when she was taken from Cochlea, there's no point unless they're sharing the territory.""Tamura hasn't been sighted since, which means only one thing." Mitsunari fixed his glasses, "The Hostess consumed what she could to form a kakuja." It s true that from Matsunaga sosakan s notes, Tamura herself was in the beginning stages of forming her own Kakuja, ultimately leaving the theory of the Hostess consuming her for the gains, but it makes no sense for her to break out Tamura simply for that fact. It is likely that Tamura has expired, her condition less than favorable when she was taken, but the Hostess has a large territory, and no doubt many ghouls within it, so why go after only Tamura? Reports don t indicate any increase in typical ghoul violence within her territory, yet it would make the most sense for her to be eating other Ghouls as well. Jin said with a frown, looking through the reports in front of her behind her own glasses.Yukimura had been sitting silently the entire time, both listening and fretting silently to himself. Did they know of his meetings with Akihime? Were they trying to catch him in the act? He would have to be far more careful now, and over everything else, he would have to warn Akihime. "Sanada sosakan," Mitsunari pulled him from his thoughts, "You've been very quiet through this entire meeting. Do you have anything to add? You were outside your patrol zone at least a few times, the last I checked." Yukimura stiffened, perking and looking to his superior, shaking his head. I too cannot wrap my head around why she would break into such a highly secured facility such as Cochlea, only to cannibalize the ghoul she saved. Lying was easy for him now, he had done it thousands of times. There has to be something else at play here, deeper than a rivalry or need to bolster strength, but what? Every good lie had some truths to it. And we haven t seen any other outlandish behavior from her before or since she isn t laying low, but she isn t making herself known either. Sanada sosakan is right, her behavior isn t congruent. I feel she may have ties with bigger fish. Jin said with a frown. "So she is merely a puppet for a ghoul family then?" Mitsunari asked. Matsunaga made a noise before his expression changed to realization."Matsunaga sosakan?" Mitsunari asked."There was a ghoul she faintly interacted with when she broke in." Matsunaga had forgotten all about his brief fight with the Hostess until just then. He remembered most of her face, which meant he could spot her if he saw her in public, "The albino ghoul. Hostess called her Amaya. I was fighting her when the ghoul used the confusion to escape." He looked up and his eyes were serious, cold, "I know what the Hostess looks like." Yukimura didn t so much as flinch, but inside he felt his heart drop into his stomach and die. He had to tell Akihime as soon as he could, she needed to be warned. And of the albino ghoul? I could find nothing of her in the files, yet she didn t come in with the Hostess, nor did she come in within even the last few years. It s almost as if she had always been inside Cochlea. Jin said. "Another instance to look into." Mitsunari said, "Another time, for now, we have a powerful ghoul to remove from the streets. We will meet at the beginning of the 22nd Ward in 48 hours." He checked his watch to see the time, "On the 5th at 20:00 hours." Yukimura returned to work after the meeting, busying himself with work. He didn t send any texts to Akihime, no this was something he had to say in person. When work was done and over with, he couldn't leave the office fast enough. Akihime was more than likely home from the restaurant by now, giving him plenty of time to figure out just how to tell her. He couldn t think of anyway, how was he supposed to explain to her that his colleges had pinned her down? How was he supposed to explain how he didn t notice before hand? His face was ashen, and he was sweating as he knocked on her front door, hands nearly trembling. The door opened and she smiled to greet him, "Okaerinasai, Yuki !" She greeted brightly before frowning, "You look sick..." We need to talk. He said almost numbly, moving inside before she even invited him in and closing the door behind himself, hands trembling now. Akihime.. He couldn t look up at her, only able to bring himself to stare at her slippered feet. They ve found your hunting grounds. They know your face. She was quiet, so quiet that he heard the blood rushing in his ears louder than he could hear his own heart. "I see..." She muttered, "I suppose I have been much too careless recently." I didn t tell them anything, they only started to dig more since the Cochlea raid. They want to get rid of you and find the woman who escaped that night they think that you took Tamura to eat her. The words fell out of his mouth like vomit, unable to stop. "Yuki..." She put her fingers over his lips gently, "I know you didn't tell them anything. Relax. Thank you for coming to tell me. I'll handle it." Yukimura looked up at her, and he had tears in his eyes. Akihime, they ve included me in the hunt. She gave a bittersweet smile, "Of course they have..." She muttered, "It was only a matter of time, that blonde woman probably leaked something to them, she tried to oust me some time ago..." Yukimura frowned and looked at Akihime with scared eyes. What do I do, Akihime? I can tell hurt you, I won t.. "You'll have to, Yuki.." She said softly, "If they find out you know me, or worse that we're in a relationship, I don't know what they would do to you. Torture you? Maim you? Don't make me think about that, Yuki!" She threw her arms around him and cried. Yukimura didn t know what to tell her, he couldn t fight her, even if she ordered him to.Over the next forty eight hours, the CCG prepared for the hunt, but at the same time, some odd sightings floated around. An albino woman, often wearing fine clothes, was seen wandering at night, easily taking down prey, both human and ghoul alike. When the night arrived for the hunt, they set out to the meeting point immediately. Mitsunari looked to all of them and gestured if they were ready. The parameter has been secured and the voluntary evacuation has been completed. All other civilians that decided to remain behind within the zone have been warned to remain inside their residence and away from the windows. Jin reported, her Quinque case in hand, and geared up in protective gear. We have two teams on standby for backup, and surveillance is up and running, but no signs of the Hostess yet. As Jin spoke to Mitsunari, something caught Matsunaga s eye, something all white. It disappeared before he could turn to look at it fully, but it was surely someone who had been walking the street. Matsunaga's eyes narrowed and he moved to follow where the white blur had gone. Mitsunari watched him walk off and gave a small scowl."Matsunaga sosakan?""I thought I saw something." Matsunaga said, stopping to look back, "I think it's the albino ghoul but I'm not certain." Jin frowned and looked to Mitsunari. If it s the albino ghoul, then we should assume that she might be working with the Hostess. It s no coincidence that she s here now with such a large presence of investigators. Shall we pursue her, Ishida sosakan? He nodded, "Hai. We'll see if she can't be recaptured. If not, we'll cut our losses and regroup to catch the Hostess at another time." Jin nodded, then looked over to where Yukimura was speaking with a few lower class investigators, calling him over as they prepared to head out. They caught up to Matsunaga rather quickly, who was walking with purpose to get to the ghoul he saw slip passed him. Jin had her weapon at the ready, keeping an eye out for any signs of life as Yukimura followed behind her quietly, briefcase in hand.The streets were empty, only the sound of leaves blowing in the wind filling the silence. Then they came upon blood on the road had she been hurt? Had she gotten a civilian? Matsunaga made a noise and followed the blood to a side alley, white knuckling the handle of his quinque case. His eyes met two figures in the alleyway, which was dark and narrow, but the faint glow of a kagune gave enough light to show one ghoul feasting upon a body. It was the albino, and she was in the middle of cannibalizing another ghoul, body pinned to the wall, and head at her feet. Her red black eyes glowed from behind a golden mask, blood splattered across her face from her meal, which she was still partaking in. She didn t break eye contact as she tore the skin of the ghouls arm away with her teeth, eating slowly.Jin put the back of her hand to her mouth, scowling. She couldn t quite see the carnage, but she could easily smell it, and it was foul. "And this is what you do? A meaningless existence. All you know is slaughter." Matsunaga said and his case hissed as he opened the case."Matsunaga sosakan." Mitsunari tried to stop him but he ignored the senior investigator willingly as he released his quinque it was made from Megohime's kagune and it radiated the same blue green hue. The ghoul before him kept eye contact with Matsunaga as she finished devouring the skin, then she spoke. Do you not eat when you re hungry? Why is it any different than when I m hungry? You slaughter many animals for your own meals, maybe not personally though. She spoke softly, rather calm as blood dripped down her chin and onto the expensive looking silk dress. "Gluttony is such an ugly trait for a woman to have. Perhaps you need to learn some manners." He said and launched his quinque toward her, the barbs seeming to twitch and almost grow as they grew closer. The albino ghoul simply stood in place, watching the Quinque grow closer and closer until it stopped just inches from her head. She had released her kagune with such speed, Matsunaga had barely registered that it was now wrapped around his Quinque. Manners? How can you teach me of manners, when you have yet to apologize for intruding upon my meal? Her voice was a cool as could be, mask illuminated by the cold blue glow of her ukaku, wrapped tightly around the bikaku Quinque, pulling him toward her slowly. Matsunaga sosakan, this is an ill favorable place for us to be fighting in, we need to bring her out into the open! Jin instructed, both her and Yukimura at the ready behind him. Matsunaga dug his heels into the ground to keep from moving any closer, "Agreed. An open area would be more favorable." He replied and put as much of his strength and weight into swinging her up and throw her out of the alley. If he had to launch with her, that was fine, but he would not allow her to humiliate him again after her escape. Amaya let herself be pulled off the ground and into the air, maneuvering easily midair so she could pull Matsunaga with her. She yanked him hard into the air, and using the momentum, letting go of the Quinque and throwing him hard toward the street. Matsunaga sosakan! Sanada sosakan, with me, we ll keep her cut off from the other side! Hai! Matsunaga skid across the ground for a couple feet before he finally managed to pick himself up, "Incredible for an ukaku type. I'm surprised you haven't burned out by now." He said, "Ah, the joys of youth." Mitsunari moved and opened his quinque case, brandishing a dark purple kokaku quinque he had molded into an odachi."You can't fight her on your own, Matsunaga sosakan. Don't be a fool." He scolded. Matsunaga scowled lightly."Noted, Ishida sosakan." Amaya landed gracefully on the street, giving a slow look around to the investigators who surrounded her Jin with her golden kokaku rapier, Mitsunari with his kokaku Odachi, Yukimura with his duel rinkaku, which took the form of two slender, duel point spears, and Matsunaga with his bikaku taken from Megohime. I really didn t come here to fight, and I am quite tired from my meal.. The large blue ukaku on her back that appeared as a flame slowly hardened into the appearance of a single wing. I would very much like to go home now. She didn t sound like she was begging, more simply stating what she was going to do. "We cannot allow you to leave." Mitsunari stated firmly. Before they attacked, there was the sharp sound of heels clicking against the street."Yare yare..." The voice was dual toned but Yukimura recognized it immediately. The Hostess appeared down the street to the right of them, a hard armored looking mask covering her face that almost resembled a fox, her five tails long and hardened shells. She was shaking, as if trying to maintain a semblance of control."How rude you all are to fight so openly in my domain. None of you were invited here." Her kakugan fell on Amaya and she fought her frown, "Get out of here, I'll deal with them." Her own kakugan glowed from behind the mask, using her single wing to defend herself from all four attacks, wrapping it around herself. She stared back at the woman, not budging. I don t recall asking for pity from the left overs. She said coldly, only now her time was more harsh, and with one push, she shoved all of the investigators away. "You're in my home, I suggest you leave." She said, "This isn't pity, it's a window.Go.""You aren't going anywhere." Mitsunari growled and rushed at Amaya but Akihime was so much faster, rushing between them and having her hard tails stopping his swing."Get out of here, Amaya!" Her voice sound strained, like she was struggling. Akihime felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, Amaya leaning in close to the other ghoul so she could speak in a whisper. This place isn t your home, and you know it. And then she was gone, disappearing so quickly, no one was able to even try and stop her. Focus on the ghoul before you, the albino ghoul is bound to show up again. Jin said as she moved forward to attack Akihime from her right. Her tail wrapped around Mitsunari's odachi and she threw him into Jin before rushing at Matsunaga, "How dare you take Megohime's kagune, you human shit!" She yelled and Matsunaga brought his quinque up but she seemed to disappear, almost catching him off guard when she appeared behind him. "SHIINE!!" She screamed and shot her tails at him, which he barely managed to block all of them. One pierced into his side and sent him skidding. Before Akihime could push Matsunaga back any further, two blades slammed away her kagune, someone stepping in front of Matsunaga to further shield him until he could regain his composure. It was Yukimura, and the look on his face showed he was struggling immensely with the current situation.Megohime had been harvested in her time in Cochlea? It wasn t unheard of, but how many times? She refused to speak much about what happened to her when she was there, even Masamune didn t know.Jin recovered quickly from having Mitsunari collide with her, and quickly advanced on Akihime, blade ready, and her stance guarded. "Get out of my way, dove." She hissed in her dual tones, "My fight is with that withered slab of jerky behind you.""Your fight is with us." Mitsunari stated and moved toward her again, giving a wide swing that she beat away with her tail quickly. "We're taking you in for study.""You'll have to fucking kill me!" Akihime yelled and burst toward him, tails swinging madly. Mitsunari's wide swings barely managed to catch all of her tails and keep them from piercing him. The senior investigators worked together like they had been a team for years Mitsunari caught Akihime s tails and kept them at bay as Jin moved under Mitsunari s arms with quick ease, skidding to a stop just beneath Akihime and thrusting her sword up at her head in quick bursts, attempting to take out her eyes right then and there. Akihime caught the rapier in her teeth, eyes wild as two tails swung around to pierce them both straight through, but Matsunaga swept his quinque to catch her tails and pull them back. Akihime's attention immediately changed to him and she jumped to kick Jin in the head and use her as a springboard to launch at Matsunaga. It was a back and forth cat and mouse game, many close calls and both sides receiving minor damage, but nothing serious. The longer the fight dragged on, the more anguish Akihime would see in Yukimura s eyes, the more times he would hesitate to attack her.Jin had a split brow from being kicked in the head, and minor cuts across her body, but she was still fighting like she was at full steam. "All of you are disgusting! Selfish unworthy pigs who should be bowing at my feet!" She yelled before she rushed at Yukimura, throwing him to the ground and raising her tails to attack, "Shiine!""Sanada sosakan!" Mitsunari yelled. Akihime looked down at Yukimura with her wild eyes and grabbed his wrist holding his quinque."Fight, Yuki..." She whispered, "Onegai..." Her hand was shaking and Matsunaga and Mitsunari were closing the distance fast. Yukimura clenched his teeth, and thrust both of his Quinque forward, impaling Akihime through her shoulders and using all of his strength to throw her off of him, sending her tumbling across the ground.Jin chases after Akihime, not waiting for her to get back onto her feet, cutting three of Akihime s tails off before going to impale Akihime through the head. "Too slow " Akihime sang, two tails shooting out and cutting into Jin's arm as the three that were cut off immediately grew back. She disappeared in a blur, laughing insanely as she slammed her foot into Jin's gut and sent her flying backwards, rushing at Mitsunari and jamming one of her tails into his shoulder and throwing him into Matsunaga. Her gaze shot to Yukimura again before moving toward him slowly."How does such a spineless little boy like you become a dove? Huh? You haven't done anything to me in this whole fight. You're disgusting.Pathetic." She hissed. This was too much for Yukimura, he was struggling to cope mentally, having to fight Akihime and hurt her was something he couldn t forgive himself for. The back of his head was split open from when Akihime slammed him down, and it throbbed with every beat of his heart.He ground his teeth, gripping his Quinque tightly before he rushed her. He was fast, much faster than Akihime had expected, swinging both blades in tandem for her stomach. He got one slash in before her tails beat him and his quinque back. Whether she let him hit her or not, he didn't know. "Kawaii ne " She cooed, "You managed to hit me I'm so proud ""Stay focused!" Mitsunari yelled and swung his odachi but Akihime grabbed him by the neck and threw him aside. She was just playing with them at this point. Searing pain shot through Akihime s stomach, then she was slammed hard to the ground the next second, Jin on top of her. She yanked her blade free and brought it back to impale Akihime in the head, a cold light in her eyes. Akihime wrapped one tail tight around Jin's wrists and pulled them bone crushingly close together, picking her up and slamming her to the ground before jumping to her feet and vanishing with a laugh. What happened next was too fast for them to catch. Akihime had reappeared and torn Jin's arm off with her teeth, pinning her to the ground and spitting her arm back in her face."Too slow " Jin let out a terrible scream, but not from shock or even because she had lost her arm, but in agony. Yukimura s eyes widened and he quickly moved toward the two, taking a swipe at Akihime s head, trying to save his superior. Black spots danced in Jin s vision from the pain, arm torn from her body, socket and all, wound gushing blood onto the street beneath her. "Stay out of the way!" Akihime screamed and smacked Yukimura so hard, he nearly broke the building he crashed into."Sanada sosakan! Kawabe sosakan!""Come any closer and I twist off her head like a grape." Akihime hissed, glaring at Mitsunari. Ishida scowled but stayed put. Matsunaga, on the other hand, took a stwp forward."Matte!" Mitsunari stopped him and Matsunaga scowled. It took Jin a moment to collect her thoughts through her immense pain, vision blurry and peppered with black spots, but she wasn t unconscious yet. She wouldn t be able to stop the bleeding until she was away from Akihime, and she still had her sword in her hand. She ground her teeth and thrust hard, aiming to run Akihime through the head, still pinned beneath the ghoul. She moved to duck and effectively smashed her armored mask into Jin's nose, breaking it easily. She reached and grabbed her wrist."Bad girl " She said and tugged hard, dislocating her shoulder and pulling the arm from the socket. Jin managed to muffle her scream by clenching her teeth, the sound of her arm popping out of its socket audible to her team mates across the road.Yukimura lay unconscious in a heap against the building he had been slammed into, blood dripping steadily from his cracked skull, and his Quinques at his feet and knocked from his hands.Akihime felt Jin struggle to use her arm, weapon still in hand even after having her arm dislocated. The investigator glared up at Akihime, blood gushing from her nose, and her teeth bared as she tried to again aim an attack at her head. It was impressive for a human, being able to force their arm to work even after being dislocated. At the same time, she brought her leg up and slammed her knee hard into Akihime s ribs, doing anything she could to get her off. "My, you have some kick " She said, a tail wrapping around Jin's ankle and twisting sharply. Akihime leaned down closely and licked Jin's cheek."You'll regret getting between me and Yuki " She whispered. Another scream was wretched from Jin, feeling her foot be twisted out of place and dislocated, nearly passing out from the pain. She could feel herself getting weaker as she steadily bled out on the street, hand still death gripping her Quinque, giving all of her effort to try and even just cut Akihime. Cut me down with her! She had no choice, Akihime was using her as a hostage, and she would only die regardless if something wasn t done soon. Cut us down before I lose consciousness! She ordered Mitsunari, releasing her Quinque and grabbing onto a good handful of Akihime s hair to hold her in place. "Kawaii " Akihime cooed, "I won't let them kill you just yet I haven't had my fun " But a familiar kagune pierced through her amd she gasped, looking down at familiar blue green barbs. She looked back angrily at who had stabbed her, seeing Kojurou with a quinque made of Megohime's kagune as well. Her eyes seemed to become feral as her tails ripped the bikaku from her back."You disgusting human filth. That belongs to Mego chan!!" She screeched and bolted toward him, her tails shooting out but Mitsunari swang his odachi at her, causing her to stop and block his attack before getting some distance."Please forgive my tardiness.""You're here now, Katakura, that's all that matters." Jin barely managed to get herself into a sitting position, working through her pain to try and get her first aid pack from her pant leg so she could stop her bleeding. Sanada sosakan has been rendered unconscious... I don t know if he s in fighting shape or not.. She gave her report, pulling out the plastic tubing for what small amount of shredded arm remained on her body. Her hand shook with effort, and her nose was still dripping blood, but as long as she could stop the bleeding, she was confident she could continue to fight. Using her teeth to pull the plastic tube around the stump, she growled out in pain as she tightened it, only making the pain that much more unbearable. Kojurou saw Jin's missing arm and became angry, rushing at Akihime with his quinque raised to strike. Akihime stood still, her tails blocking his swings regardless of which way he moved."Mattaku..." She muttered dully, "Getting all worked up for no reason. Unless," her eyes moved to Jin and she smirked behind her hand. "Do you like her, Katakura kun ?""I wasn't able to repay you for the kindness you previously shown Masamune. Allow me to do so now." Kojurou growled. Akihime smirked."Nice fall back " Jin watched Kojurou and Akihime, breathing slightly labored before she looked to Mitsunari. Ishida sosakan, She called. Help me set my arm, I can still fight. She said firmly. Mitsunari moved over to help but Akihime burst over with dangerous speeds, smacking Mitsunari away and grabbing Jin by the throat, "Oh no I'm not quite done with you yet " Jin gasped and choked, Akihime putting too much strength into her grip. She was entirely useless at this point, unable to use her only remaining arm, or even stand. Her body was starting to feel heavy, her adrenaline wearing off and the pain and fatigue really starting to hit her. She had stopped the bleeding, but she had still lost a decent amount of blood. Matsunaga. She barely choked out his name, trying to crane he neck to look at him. She was dead weight at this point, she was hindering the investigation, and threatening the success of the Hostess capture. ..both of us.. Her look told him that she meant to die there with the ghoul, almost urging him to, for he was the only one who would. Matsunaga moved to oblige her, running top speed at Akihime, who looked rather bored."Matte!" Kojurou got in the way, "We can't just sacrifce Kawabe sosakan!""We can and I will." Matsunaga stated. Akihime giggled softly."How silly fighting over this half breed mutt " She ll kill me either way.. Jin was red in the face from the strain her body was putting on her neck as Akihime slowly choked the life out of her, feet inches from the ground. She was starting to drift in and out, struggling to even just breathe, let alone speak. "Ne, Katakura she's pretty close to dying don't you have something to tell her before she goes ?" Akihime goaded. Kojurou scowled heavily."There's nothing to say..." He said. Akihime hummed and swung Jin gently."You sure ?""Let her go!" Kojurou growled. She couldn t speak anymore, her mouth refused to work like she wanted it to, and she couldn t take in even the slightest breath. Jin struggled to focus on the three, vision fading in and out. Her eyelids drooped, and she fought the overwhelming urge to close her eyes and give in, only hearing her own blood rushing in her ears. "Hurry, Kojurou you won't get another chance " Akihime chimed. Kojurou clenched his fist tight over the hilt of his quinque."Daisuki..." He muttered. Akihime put her hand to her ear."Ora? I don't think she heard you." She said. Kojurou clenched his jaw and glared."Daisuki, Jin dono!" He yelled. Akihime smirked and another tail moved to Jin's torn shoulder."Let's give you something to remember her by " Jin had reached her limit, her vision going black, and her head drooping forward, body hanging limply in Akihime s grasp, sinking into unconsciousness, all without having heard Kojurou s confession. The tip of her tail pushed just under Jin's skin and Kojurou about lost it, rushing toward her and swinging his quinque madly. Akihime dodged or deflected easily, laughing all the while."Pathetic really maybe if you had gotten here sooner, you could have saved her arm ""Urusai!!' Jin hung from the end of one of Akihime s tails, swinging and swaying as Akihime moved, her current condition uncertain. Akihime s kagune was still tightly wrapped around her throat, and if her neck hadn t been broken, or her windpipe crushed, she had about two minutes before brain damage set in, and only slightly more time before she expired entirely. Kojurou swung his quinque and severed the tail holding Jin, catching her limp form with a grunt. Akihime didn't seem too bothered, her tail growing back as fast as it was detached."Boring.." She muttered. As the tail wrapped around Jin s neck decomposed from being severed from the host, Kojurou could see that her windpipe hadn t been crushed, and her neck wasn t broken, that she had only been strangled into unconsciousness. Deep bruises had formed already, but her skin was pale, and she wasn t breathing her wound still oozed blood, showing her heart still beat, but her chest was still beneath the Kevlar vest. "Ishida sosakan!""Hai." Mitsunari rushed at Akihime, Matsunaga close behind, keeping her distracted while Kojurou preformed cpr. Laid out on the ground, Kojurou could see the full extent of Jin s wounds. She had superficial lacerations across her body, but the worst was her arm. It had not been removed cleanly, torn flesh and muscle hanging out from the remainder of her shirt sleeve, the tourniquet doing a proper job of stemming the bleeding. The bulky vest would need to be removed before he could continue any further, but from the looks of the deep cuts in the fabric, it had saved her life already. He scrambled to get her suit open to get to the kevlar underneath, unstrapping it and pulling it from her chest. It was easy to remove the vest since she only had one arm he had to remove from the gear, underneath Jin wearing a simple undershirt. He put his ear to her chest to listen for any irregularities, his hands shaking slightly. Her heart was still beating, hammering in her chest, but she wasn t breathing. Her lips were tinged blue, and she wasn t even trying to take in air on her own. He tried to preform cpr on her, wanting to keep her alive long enough so they could get her to the hospital."Come on, Jin dono." He muttered. It didn t take too many chest compressions and breaths before Jin took in a small breath, wheezing softly as air passed through her bruised windpipe.Yukimura s head was pounding, and he could hear the sound of fighting still eyes opening. How long had he been out? What had happened while he was out? His blurry gaze moved over the scene before him, clearing as he blinked. Akihime was brought to her knees, kakuja cracking and breaking as the rc suppressants worked into her system."G...God dammit..." She hissed out, "P Pieces of shit...!" It was an awful feeling, having so much raw power abruptly stripped away from her. Like she suddenly rushed into a brick wall and stopped. Both Mitsunari and Matsunaga stood before her, still able to fight, and to her left Kojurou was kneeling beside Jin, who was incapacitated and suffering serious wounds, but alive. She could hear him calling for a medical extraction team over his radio.To her right was Yukimura, blood dripping from his hair, and staring at her with a dazed look still, suffering a serious head wound that she had caused. How was this fair? How was it fair that she had been the one to lose? "S...Stupid...fucking humans..." Her mask fell from her face and she looked up with her shrinking kakugan, "Well...? What now, huh...?" She rasped. Mitsunari brandished his odachi, the purple blade glowing hauntingly."We're taking you back, in pieces if we have to." He told her. She smirked snidely."Chop chop, fuck boy." She sneered. Mitsunari narrowed his eyes and took a stance. Akihime's eyes moved to Yukimura and time seemed to come to a crawl. Yukimura wasn t able to move, wasn t able to do anything except for sit there in a daze as he watched Mitsunari ready his blade. He felt hot tears start to drip down his face, but he made no noise, only watched, his chest growing tight. She smiled sadly at him, eyes genuinely sad as Mitsunari readied to strike."Daisuki...Yuki..." She mouthed before Mitsunari removed her head with one clean strike. Her neck sputtered a small fount before her body fell forward, her head falling a foot or two behind her. The next few moments were a blur, the rest of the back up teams flooded in, multiple squad cars and vans filled the street and the mission was deemed a success. Yukimura has lost consciousness just after Akihime s head had been taken off, tears in his eyes. Jin was stabilized on scene before being rushed to hospital for emergency surgery to try and save her arm, and Yukimura too was loaded into an ambulance for a fractured skull and severe lacerations to his scalp.Akihime s body was quickly gathered up, as civilians began to poke their heads out windows, and her corpse put into a bag with her head, strapped to a gurney, and loaded into a van to transport to headquarters. "Get her to Cochlea immediately." Mitsunari commanded. The associate invesitgators nodded and hurried off to get Akihime's body to the research facility at Cochlea. It had been a week since Jin had been rushed to hospital to see if her arm could be reattached, and she had recovered greatly in that time. She had to have several blood transfusions, several dozen stitches, and to wear an oxygen mask until her trachea fully healed, but otherwise was awake and alert. Kojurou came to see her after briefly coming to visit Yukimura, but the young investigator refused to talk to anyone. It must have been the shock and trauma, it wasn't uncommon. Kojurou gently knocked on Jin's door and peeked in, "Ohayo, Kawabe sosakan." He greeted gently. Jin was sitting at the window in a wheelchair, needing to stay off of her healing ankle as much as she could, turned so all he could see was her profile. She turned to look when he greeted her, and she smiled softly. Katakura sosakan, so nice of you to stop by. She reached out to move the small joystick on the arm of the wheelchair, turning to face him completely, the left sleeve of her hospital gown empty. He tried not to frown upon looking at it, instead forced his attention to the flowers he had brought her. "A Ano..." He cleared his throat, "I brought these in hopes they would help you recover. Lift your spirits.." She moved over in the wheelchair she had to use, for she couldn t use crutches with her hurt ankle being on the same side her remaining arm was. Reaching up to take the flowers, she smelled them and smiled. Thank you, they re lovely.. He blushed heavily and looked down, "Um...what do you remember...before you lost consciousness...?" Jin looked up, finding the question a bit odd. The Ghoul had me by the throat... She glanced down at her lap. I remember telling Matsunaga sosakan to cut me down with the ghoul, then... Nothing. She frowned softly. I m sorry, I know it won t be much help for the report. She shook her head. So she didn't hear his confession then? Part of him was saddened by this, but at the same time he was glad he couldn't risk putting her in danger. "I see.." He muttered. She looked up at Kojurou, studying his face and frowning softly. Katakura sosakan.. She stood with slight struggle, setting the flowers in her seat and using her good leg to stand. Forgive me, I don t know how I upset you, but I seem to have.. She said softly. He blushed and shook his head, "N No, it's alright...! You haven't upset me...ah, it's more I'm upset with myself.." Upset with yourself? Why? She asked softly, looking up at him."Pathetic really maybe if you had gotten here sooner, you could have saved her arm " He clenched his fist and his brows furrowed as he glared at the floor. "If I had been just a moment sooner, I might have been able to save your arm..." Jin frowned softly, studying his face, the way his brow creased and how his eyes got dark. She knew she would have a great deal of set backs with the loss of her arm, but she didn t blame anyone, especially not Kojurou. She didn t know if it was the morphine for the pain, or if it was her own feelings, but she reached out and gently cupped his cheek, bringing his head up and kissing him softly. Her lips were soft against his, only lingering for moments before she pulled back. I am thankful you saved my life, any more and I ll become greedy. He blushed darkly before he suddenly kissed her again, a little more firmly, giving a soft noise at the contact. She felt her face get hot when he kissed back, not expecting him to do such a thing, but she didn t hate it. She slipped her hand further back, resting it just under his ear as she held herself closer, returning the kiss. He held her hips to keep her supported as he kept the kiss for a little longer before slowly pulling back, "S Suman..." Her face was flushed red, and she shook her head. Don t be... It was nice.. She had never felt her body heat up like that before, it was pleasant, and made her lips tingle. She wished she could do so again, but didn t want to push her boundaries. He moved away and made a soft noise, "Um...if it isn't obvious by now.." He smiled softly, "before you lost consciousness, Akihime forced me to confess my feelings for you. Though you don't seem to remember. Wh Which is fine!" I don t think the idea sounds too terrible, the two of us together. She joked as she sat back down in her wheelchair. He smiled and chuckled, "Rather unprofessional considering we're co workers but I'll happily face a reprimand." Megohime would take a while to recover, and her fatigue only seemed to worsen, but she still went out to work at Akihime s new restaurant after a brief period of not being able to contact her. She dyed her hair black to not stick out like a sore thumb, and wore it up in a neat bun. Masamune was always up with her to make sure she was well enough and hyped enough to tolerate being around Akihime's scent. He was patient whenever she got angry that Akihime just vanished. Megohime worked mostly nights, but would occasionally take a few shifts during the day, making sure she could still spend time with Masamune, as well as take care of him. He had another doctor's appointment to go to, having to go alone since Kojurou was at work. He was gone for hours, and when he came home, he was numb. Devastated even. Megohime had had an early shift that day, so she was home by the time Masamune returned from his doctors visit. She had only arrived home minutes before Masamune, still getting out of her waitress attire when he came in the door. Hey, how did the appointment She stopped when she saw his face, frowning and moving over. What s wrong? "I..." He was trying to keep his voice level, "I have...cancer...Kojurou knew and...and he didn't tell me..." She stared at him with wide eyes. What..? Her voice was small, her heart sinking. Wh What do you mean? Cancer? I I... I don t get it, you seem fine..! "Yeah, I don't...get it either..." He sat on the bed and covered his face, "It's already reaching stage four..." What stage four? What s that mean? She asked, moving and sitting on the bed beside him, putting her hand on his back. Let me help, I ll do whatever I can, w we can fix this! "Stage four is terminal, Mego..." He said and tears filled his eye, "I'm dying..." No.. No! We re we re gonna do something! You aren t gonna die! She didn t realize she was crying as she moved to kneel before him, tears dripping down her face. I m not letting you die, you hear me? He sucked in his lower lip as his tears fell harder but he nodded numbly, "O Ok, Mego...I trust you...." Megohime moved to hug him tightly, not bothering to fight her tears, only holding him tight and petting his hair.Megohime did everything she could to find some way to help Masamune, but the more she dug, the less she found. Masamune told her the doctors only offered counseling and hospice, that he might begin to deteriorate soon and would require more care. Megohime tried anything and everything, and came up with nothing.She sat with him in bed, holding his hand as she listened to him breathe. Become a ghoul. She said softly, her far away gaze stuck on the window. "What...?" He asked and looked to her, "Become a ghoul...? How would I do that..?" There s a doctor, he works mainly on ghouls, but I ve heard he s worked on humans before... There s a procedure that people have been talking about. I don t even know if it s true, but if he takes my kakuhou, and puts it in you, you ll become a half ghoul. She was so tired that day, even if she hadn t been taking care of Masamune, she had no energy left at all. "But...what about you...?" He asked, "Won't that kill you...?" She shook her head. Think of it like an organ transplant that humans do it ll grow back in my case. She took his hand hand held it firmly. I ll help you, I promise.. He looked down and frowned softly, "You promise you'll be ok...?" She nodded, giving him a tired smile. I promise, I won t leave you, Masamune. Megohime said softly. It might be a little hard to get in touch with him, but I can talk about setting a surgery date whenever you re ready. He nodded, "Ok...I want to spend some time with Kojurou...just for a little bit.." Megohime nodded, kissing his knuckles. Ok, just don t wait too long, ok? She said softly. "I won't...I have to rip into him for a few days for keeping this from me to begin with.." He said with a small smile. She smiled back at him, her hand shaking slightly as she nodded. Just let me know when you re ready. Megohime left that night to seek out doctor Kanou, speaking with him about her situation, and what she intended to do. He was more than accommodating, letting her know he d gladly do the ghoulification procedure. Masamune spent the first week or so forcing Kojurou to make it up to him for hiding the cancer. Kojurou admitted to being selfish and willingly did everything Masamune asked. But Masamune quickly got worse and worse, and way sooner than it felt like Masamune was in the hospital. He was thin and clammy looking, he smelled awful when Megohime came to visit. Megohime had to visit after regular hospital hours, coming in through the window to sit with him and hold his hand, not once being bothered by how he looked or smelled. How are you feeling today..? She asked gently, holding his hand as she carefully pet his hair, doing her best not to cry at how frail he had become in such a short period. "Like shit...but a little better with you being here.." He said softly, looking way more tired with the heavy dark circles under his eye. Are you ready to go? She asked softly, rubbing her thumb under his cheek gently. He nodded numbly, "Yeah...I just have one small question before we go...?" What is it? She asked, wiping away her own tears. He tapped under his right eye gently, "Will I grow this back?" She couldn t help but laugh a little, nodding. Yeah, you will. Megohime said softly.After carefully disconnecting Masamune from his machines leaving his picc line in she carried Masamune on her back, securing him with her kagune as she climbed out the window and to the ground, sneaking around back and taking him to the morgue where the surgery would take place. He held onto her tightly and she could tell he was nervous."Will it hurt...?" She shook her head slightly. No, Doc said he was gonna put you under, so you won t be awake. Megohime assured him, moving down the hallways and to the doors that were clearly marked morgue. He nodded slowly, "O Ok...I'm so scared.." I m gonna be right there with you the whole time, I won t leave you no matter what. She said softly, hesitating before the doors. I ll be one bed over after all. She said, giving him a small smile over her shoulder before pushing through the doors.Inside was already set for surgery, sterile curtains and operating tables set up in the middle of the room, all with tools laid out on both sides of the bed. Masamune was sure the man operating on them would ve looked like a monster, but he just looked like your average old man. He came over already dressed for surgery as Megohime laid Masamune down gently on the bed. So this is him? He was smiling warmly, looking over Masamune before looking back to Megohime. Yeah. Megohime herself seemed tense, moving to the bed beside Masamune s and taking the hospital gown that was laid on top. Well, everything s ready to go, just change into that and we ll prepare for surgery. Megohime nodded, only moving just behind the curtain to change, then lay down. Kanou moved over to Masamune, hooking up an IV drip to his picc line, then placing a mask over his mouth. Deep breaths. He smiled. He nodded, feeling like a little kid at his first doctor appointment as he took slow deep breaths."Will Mego be ok...?" As his head began to swim, and his body to numb, it was only when he was slipping into unconsciousness did he realize that the doctor hadn t answered him, only continued to smile. Everything went black way too quickly and he didn't remember even passing out. When he woke up, everything felt...better. Like immensely better. He could hardly believe he was ever sick. He could hear the machines around him, hear multiple machines. He felt no pain at all, well not terrible pain, only a bit sore on his stomach. What about Megohime? He turned his head slowly to look over at her, "Mego...?" Megohime was still in the bed beside him, but she was still asleep, an oxygen mask over her face. Ah, I see you re awake, a bit faster than I initially expected, but you did seem to take rather well. Kanou moved into view, now wearing a simple dress shirt and black slacks. She s alive, but she did have a few complications. "Complications...?" He repeated, "Wjat does that mean...?" The gentle smile still remained on his face. She s running a fever, and her wound isn t healing at regular speed for a ghoul, but rather that of a humans. "W Will she be ok...?" He asked nervously, "She'll heal regularly, right...?" Megohime had begged Kanou not to tell Masamune, pleaded to keep it a secret. No, I m afraid not. Her life s been spent, she ll be lucky if she heals at the rate of a human. Masamune's eye widened and he looked over at Megohime with raw heartbreak, "O Oh my God..." Megohime lay unconscious still in her bed, sweat gathering on her brow, and her breath fogging up the oxygen mask. She was going to die? No, she just had to eat right? She promised she would be ok. She promised him. So then why was this old man now saying she was going to die? How was this fair? Did she know this would kill her? Did she go through with the surgery even knowing that saving Masamune s life would cost hers? Why? He cried softly and tried to reach for her hand, fingers shaking. Kanou turned away and moved to tidy the room more. You ll be able to move fully soon enough, don t go opening your wound now. He said, tone a bit stern. He stopped and his hand dropped a bit before he pulled it back, glaring up at the ceiling as he cried silently. It felt like hours that he lay in the bed, thoughts racing through his head, but soon another sensation took priority. He felt something in his right eye socket, which previously was empty, but now felt warm. His vision in his left eye also seemed a bit off, like his depth perception had changed. He reached and pulled his patch off slowly, squinting at the new harsh light in his new eye. He only seemed to cry more. Masamune..? It seemed like ages before the silence in the room was broken, Kanou leaving nearly an hour ago to attend to other matters within the hospital.Megohime was awake, watching Masamune with tired eyes, unable to sit up in bed. "Y..." His voice cracked, "You lied to me..." Megohime s eyes seemed sad, but they held no regret. Yeah. Her voice was barely a whisper. I know... You wouldn t have agreed otherwise... "Now I have to watch you die...! What's the point...?! What's the point of me...of me still living if you're not here with me...!" He wept. Because I was going to die anyway... Her face scrunched slightly as tears leaked steadily from her eyes. I didn t want to die alone... I didn t want to be alone.. "But nowI'm going to be alone...!" He argued, "What am I going to do, Mego...?" She tried to smile the best she could, but it came out terribly sad. I want you to live... I want you to go out and enjoy life free of illness, you have so many years left now, you ll never need medication again, or have seizures.. "But I won't have you..." He said weakly, "I won't see you smile or hear your laugh...I won't hear your shamisen or see any more concerts..." I m sorry.. She shook her head slowly her tears flowing freely. I m sorry... I was selfish... She whispered weakly.Kanou told Masamune of Megohime s quickly declining health, telling him she had four months at the very best. Food wouldn t help or reverse anything, and even with an organ transplant, her body would still die. She was weak, too weak to move much on her own, and unable to sit up in bed at all. When Masamune was ready enough to go, he detached everything from himself and Megohime before picking her up carefully. She was so light, he about broke down again."You have to play your shamisen again for me before you say goodbye.." He said softly. He could feel all the bones in her body, like she was just made of skin and bones at that point. How had he not noticed before that point? How had he not noticed how worn down and frail she had become? She only nodded. I doubt my things are still in my old apartment... but if you get me one, I ll play it for you.. She was so tired, knowing that even though the anesthetics were still in her system, that her fatigue had a deeper cause. "I think my mom kept one laying around the old estate...thing's older than me and Ko combined..." He said with a soft smile. Megohime rested her head against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. You ve never talked about your parents before.. She said softly. "They, uh...well, they died, obviously." He said softly, "I wish it was something like a car wreck or something, but...it was a whacko ghoul..." I m sorry... I shouldn t have pried.. It felt nice to have him hold her so firmly, even though he was still sickly thin, he already had improved strength. He shook his head, "No, it's ok...I never blamed the guy...well, maybe I blamed the mental state he was in but...he had to eat. I just wish it wasn't them..." Megohime closed her eyes, thinking on every meal she ate how many parents had she stolen from children? How many children from their parents? She deserved a death like this. Sometimes... I like to close my eyes, and pretend I m a human.. She admitted quietly. I d think about all the things I would do... about all the things that would be different.. "I think you're pretty human, Mego..." He told her gently, "We go to coffee shops like humans, we play games like humans...love like humans..." But I m not human... She said, almost longingly.It took quite a while to reach his home, but they got there. It was almost like how he left it, the gardens a bit overgrown, and inside the furniture was covered in white sheets and dusty, but not a thing was out of place. You didn t tell me you were a trust fund baby.. Megohime joked as she was laid down the guest bed in the house. He smiled softly, "Not something I like to open up with on the first twelve dates I like to discuss it after marriage " She laughed weakly, then started to cough a bit, wincing in pain. Small flecks of blood were on her face and hand, which she stared at briefly before wiping it off her face with the back of her hand. You should take care of yourself... He frowned and made sure she was comfortable, "I'll live...what about you, are you ok right now...?" About as much as I can be.. She smiled the best she could. I m fine, really.. just a little cough.. "Do you want me to go find food...?" He asked, "Gotta learn sometime.." She shook her head. No, you shouldn t be going out and doing such dangerous things yet, you haven t even recovered from the surgery.. He made a noise, "So...live on coffee for now...?" Just for a bit, let me recover a bit and I ll go find something for you. Megohime would remain rather exhausted, even well into the next day, her arms and legs heavy as she climbed out of the bed and slowly made her way down to the kitchen. She tried the faucet and got nothing, but she hadn t really expected much. She found the bag with her clothes in it, changing out of the hospital gown and grabbing the crumpled last bit of money she had. She had been getting paid by Akihime, but ever since she had gone missing, she had to ration what little money she had left. She needed to get something for the two to drink, and figured she d amble around until she found a vending machine. Borrowing a pair of shoes at the door, and headed out. Masamune was doing his best to get everything turned back on power, gas, water. He wondered if there was a way to do it without someone coming out to look, especially if that someone was Kojurou. Megohime had to walk a little way out of reasonable distance before she found a vending machine, buying waters and coffee for the both of them. She only had pocket change left, but that would be fine, once she hunted someone down, she d just take whatever money they had on them. Gathering all of her drinks, she started back, keeping to back roads and keeping her head down. He managed to get the power and water going, satisfied with that at least before he started cleaning everything up. As Masamune was cleaning, he heard the front door open, then close, and a moment later, a thud and the clatter of cans on the floor. His nose instantly detected the smell of blood, that and the smell he somehow recognized as Megohime. "Mego!" He called as he hurried to the front door, panic grabbing his nerves and setting them on fire. When he got to the front door, Megohime was on her hands and knees picking up the drinks she had dropped. I just missed the step, I m ok.. She said softly her leg was bleeding, not terribly, but it had a gash that had opened on her shin when she fell. He moved and helped her pick everything up before helping her stand, "Here, sit on the couch, I think there's a first aid around here somewhere.." It s not really a big deal.. It s just a cut.. She said, following him to the couch and sitting down. "It is a big deal because your healing has slowed down a lot." He said before moving to find the first aid. Megohime sat silently in wait for Masamune to return, staring down at the wound on her leg, and for a moment she let a bit of panic take hold of her. The wound on her leg didn t hurt at all, in fact, she didn t feel a thing. He came back with a good sized box and started cleaning and wrapping the wound. She watched him, reaching out and petting his messy hair. Your eye grew back... It looks good. She said, brushing his hair back so she could see it better. He blushed softly and smiled a bit, "Thanks...it's weird to be able to see with both eyes again.." She smiled softly. You ve got pretty eyes.. I m glad I get to see them.. You should wear your hair back more often... She said, holding his shaggy bangs away from his face. He smiled softly, "Alright, I can do that for you if you like.." She laughed weakly, letting hair hair down. You don t have to have a makeover, I m just saying you should show off your eyes, you have pretty eyes. "You're really the only one seeing them.." He remarked as he bandaged her leg. Megohime smiled sadly at that. That s because you re a neet, you need to get out more, talk with people. "I don't need anyone but you, Mego.." He told her with a smile. Megohime s heart ached at that, knowing he d soon be without her, and all on his own. The next week seemed to drag on painfully slow, but at the very least they had power and water. Megohime was still a bit wobbly on her feet, and strangely began to trip and bump into things as time progressed, but otherwise appeared fine. She would go out and find easy prey for them, suicide victims or elderly, preparing the meat so Masamune didn t have to bite straight into an arm. She would find that the knife would slip sometimes, and soon her hands were bandaged heavily from the cuts.He could see her progressively declining, and early one morning, he found Megohime on the floor, struggling to stand, and by the look of how sweaty and out of breath she was, she had been trying to get up off the floor for hours. I I can t stand up...! She told him when he came in, panic clear in her voice.Her red eyes had started to develop cloudy spots, milky white growths that hadn t been there a mere six days ago the most likely reason she was tripping and falling so often. He felt his heart rip apart and he picked her up carefully, "H Hey, it's alright..." He tried to keep his voice level, "I don't mind carrying you around." She looked scared, and like she was going to cry, her knees bruised and scraped badly, and one of her ankles was swollen from twisting it. I I was just trying to get water... I stepped wrong and then couldn t get back up... I m sorry..! It was almost like she was in shock, almost like she herself was struggling to come to terms that the body that wasn t even thirty yet, was falling apart at the rate of a body of ninety years old. "Hey, hey, hey, it's ok..." He soothed gently and moved to sit on the bed with her in his lap, "You're gonna be fine..." Megohime knew it wasn t true, that this was only the start of her body s breakdown. She held onto him, nodding, but after that day, she was never able to walk or stand up without help again.She either had to crawl everywhere, or have Masamune carry her. Her eye sight would only worsen as well, losing more and more of her sight everyday, easily knocking things over, or missing things entirely. He could tell she was frustrated, and most of all scared, but during that time she helped him use his kagune as well. It s almost like using your arm, just thinking about wanting to pick up something, or touch something, and your arm reaches out and does it. She said, sitting wrapped in a blanket on the floor in the small dojo within the estate. "So I just think about moving it around and junk?" He asked, "Is it really that easy?" Well, and actually moving it around. Once you bring it out, it s like another limb, only more flexible and powerful. She coughed a bit into her hand. They can extend, bend three sixty, pierce, construct anything you want. Megohime pulled the blanket around her tighter. You have the same as mine, a bikaku. It s a medium range kagune with good offense, defense, and speed, but it s still weak against other kagune in multiple ways. The ukaku is fast, and since it s a long range kagune, it s best to finish fights with ukaku users fast or avoid them altogether. Your bikaku is going to be better suited for fighting rinkaku users, since you have better speed and durability against their brute force, breakable kagune. "Was Akihime a rinkaku?" He asked as he tried to summon his kagune. It was a lot harder than she made it look. Yeah, she was. They re fast at regeneration and overwhelming others, but their defense is weak, and easily broken She said with a nod. "Is that why she prefered to just blackmail everyone and just kidnap them? Cuz her defense was shit?" He asked. Megohime was quiet a moment. Probably not. I think she was just a shitty miserable person. She muttered. There are no weak kagune, just weak users. "Bitter " He teased before making a soft noise before making a frustrated huff, "Goddammit.." It ll take time, you just need to practice, just like how babies have to practice walking. She smiled at him. Just don t try to rush things, your body is still recovering. "Don't tell me how to live my life " He said as he moved over to her, "I ain't no baby " She smiled and laughed a bit. Hai, hai, whatever you say. Megohime said, patting the spot beside her. He sat beside her and held her hand gently. Her skin felt even drier today and it made him frown with worry. Megohime s hands had always been cold, but now they felt almost dead. She gave his hand a squeeze, leaning her head against his shoulder and scooting closer to him. "Hey... " He cooed softly, "Come here often ?" Megohime let out a snort and looked at him with tired eyes. First time here, actually. She said. Why do you ask.. ? "I feel like I've seen you before " He said as he laced his fingers gently with hers, "Oh, that's right, I see you all the time in my dreams " Must be a coincidence, I m not one for being in dreams More like nightmares She said through a few snickers, enjoying his flirting. "Incorrect, madam." He stated, "My dreams with you are some of the best I've ever had " Just your dreams then ? She asked, kissing the back of his hand gently. I m really just a nightmare in real life ? She teased. "Not even remotely close " He said gently before kissing her softly. Megohime kissed back, making a softly noise of enjoyment. He held it for a moment, trying not to cry before pulling away slightly, "I love you so much..." She could see that he was trying not to cry, and she pulled away. Hey, hey, what s wrong? Why the sudden water works..? He shook his head, tears already pricking his eyes, "Nothin, nothin, I'm ok..." You re crying, was my kissing really that bad? She said, trying to lighten the mood a bit. He laughed weakly and shook his head, "No, it wasn't that..." Then what? You re worrying me.. She said softly, caressing his cheek. "You've been getting worse..." He muttered, "You smell like you're rotting away..." Megohime s face dropped, and she looked embarrassed, looking away from Masamune and pulling her hand away from his face. I thought I was cleaning them well enough, I m sorry.. She was disgusting, every part of her down to her very soul was just rotting wasn t it? She hated how she looked, tried hiding it under her bandages and wearing baggy borrowed clothing, but it was hard to deceive the sharp smelling of a ghoul. "What am I going to do when you're gone, Mego...?" He asked weakly. Live your new life.. Find things you enjoy doing that you couldn t do before because of your illness.. She kept her eyes down on the ground. "But I wanna do them all with you..." He said, holding her hand again, "They'll be more fun with you there with me..." What am I supposed to do, Masamune..? I can t escape what s already happening.. She whispered. "I know..." He muttered, "I feel like it's my fault..." It s not..! She protested. None of it is, it never was, not in any way at all..! "Your body giving out isn't your fault either...!" He stated, "You were healing fine until my body was the one that said fuck it! Cancer on top of cancer! How does that even happen?!" He shot up and paced anxiously, angry tears pouring down his cheeks. She flinched when he stormed passed her, keeping her blurry gaze on the floor. Masamune, it wasn t something you chose.. "But because of that, you're dying in my place! I don't fucking want that! I don't want this!!" He yelles. She kept her head down, her expression blank she didn t want to fight with Masamune, not now. Masamune... I was dying anyway... "The hell you were!" He yelled, voice cracking, "You were fine, goddammit!!" How was I supposed to tell you? She whispered, her expression growing sad. I had five years at most.. "This isn't how you tell me!" He said, "I would have been able to deal with it because at least then I wouldn't have been too far behind!" Don t say that! She looked at him with tears in her eyes, voice cracking. Why would I want both of us to die..!? "Because that isn't as selfish as this is!!" He yelled, becoming more distressed. She started to cry, hating that they were fighting, hating the whole situation. You deserved a better life! I wanted to give that to you..! "I don't fucking want your pity!!" He yelled and a teal colored bikaku suddenly shot out, stopping just in front of Megohime's face with its points poised to dig into her skull. His eyes widened, he wouldn't know it but his kakugan activated too with angry veins framing his eyes. "O Oh my God...Mego, I I..." Megohime couldn t see well, but she could see the kagune that was inches from piercing her face. She fell back, staring at it before looking to Masamune. I It s ok.. She tried to reassure, but she was shaking. He pulled it back and moved closer to her, "Are you ok...? G God, I'm so sorry...!' She took a shaky breath and nodded, looking to Masamune. I m ok, really. She couldn t stop herself from shaking. It was just a stress reaction, it ll... it ll happen..! "I would never do anything to hurt you, you know that..." He only seemed to cry more, "I'm so sorry..." She crawled forward and pulled him tight against her chest, wrapping him in the blanket around her shoulders. Hush, I m not hurt, no harm done.. She said softly, He wailed and held her against him, "I almost killed you...!!" But you didn t... I m ok.. She tried to soothe him, petting his hair and holding him, letting him cry. He cried for a long time, probably letting everything out finally as he held her. She let him cry, sitting silently and just rubbing his back gently, knowing it was hard to come to terms with their situation, that his former self was dead, and soon she would be too. He eventually settled down and helped her get back inside the estate. Megohime declined even faster after that, and soon, she was completely bed bound and in constant pain. She would vomit blood daily, and the tips of her fingers were turning black and her fingernails falling out. Her hair was starting to fall out in clumps, and her eyes would only further grow whiteas she slowly went blind. Eating was painful, breathing was painful, everything hurt, and it was becoming clear her wounds weren t going to close at all anymore. The stitches Dr. Kanou has put in had fallen out several times, but she hadn t healed, meaning Masamune had to stitch her back up. The gash on her shin hadn t healed, and neither had the bruises across her body. Bed sores started to form on her back and legs, making bathing an agonizing experience. Masamune had to do it all now, and Megohime was constantly apologizing to him, clearly ashamed and embarrassed, but she couldn t even hold the sponge to clean herself. Crying became a daily routine, either from the pain of Masamune scrubbing her wounds and stitching them back up, or the humiliation of him having to bathe her and help her go to the bathroom. The smell of death and rot only increased, and that too both scared and embarrassed Megohime, leaving her in a heavy depression, stuck in bed and in pain. He was scared, he couldn't bear seeing her continued suffering like this. Seeing her in so much pain tortured him. He didn't know what to do. Megohime would lay awake in agony, weeping softly in pain, body shaking so hard her teeth chattered. He was constantly having to wrap up more and more of her in bandages, already having her arms and legs wrapped up to her elbows and knees. He could hardly touch her without causing her tremendous pain. He felt awful for even asking her if she wanted to be intimate. How could she want to make love if she was always hurting? Megohime wanted nothing more than for Masamune to hold her, to make love to her again, but who would want to lay with someone who smelled of a rotting corpse? It only worsened her depression. Without some sort of pain management, she would only continue to suffer more, and worse yet, they had run out of food. "I'm gonna go out and get you some morphine or something...whatever I can get ahold of to help you.." He told her gently. She looked to where she saw his blurry shape, unable to see any detail any longer. M Morphine..? How..? She grunted and curled up in a ball, holding back her sobs for a moment. Y You can t just buy it... "I'll figure it out..." He said and kissed her forehead gently, "Stay put, young lady... " She nodded, in too much pain to do anything else but to lay there in bed. Megohime s appetite had diminished to nearly nothing, only managing to hold down a bite or two in the last few weeks alone, but Masamune s hunger only seemed to grow as his body did. He had gained back a healthy amount of weight, and even was developing muscles he never had. Controlling his kagune was still a bit tricky, but Megohime coached him the best she could in her state. He headed out and the first place he went to was the hospital. With his new speed he made it there in record time, sneaking in and slipping into the supply room to grab bottle after bottle of morphine and a box of syringes. He had hoped it would help Megohime, just thinking about how much pain she was in made him almost cry right there before he slipped back out and headed home. Watching her die like this was nearly just as painful for Masamune as it was Megohime. She hadn t done this to herself, all of it had been inflicted upon her, by both humans and ghouls, she had been torn apart and cut up so many times that she would never recover again, and the cells in her body stopped producing and were slowly dying off. He sobbed on his way home, sitting outside and just crying quietly to himself before he finally moved in to ease Megohime's pain, "Your shining knight has brought your remedy.." He said softly. She managed to muster a smile, turning her head to look in his direction again. My hero.. She grimaced and her trembling became more noticeable again. He could see that her lips had started to turn blue, just a bit, but he knew it was only a nother sign of failing organs. He frowned and sat beside her, loading up some morphine and injecting it straight into the largest vein he saw. The morphine burned as he injected it into her, but it didn t take long to start working, allowing her comfort for the first time in days. He gently pet her hair and kissed her head, "There you go...that's better, huh...?" She nodded, leaning into his touch, dark circles under her eyes. Yeah... thank you, Masamune... I m sorry that you have to do all of this... Taking care of me like I m incompetent... I mean, I am, but at least you haven t dropped me on the side of the road yet.. She said, trying to crack a smile for him. He smiled sadly even though she couldn't see it, "I would never do that to you, Mego...I love taking care of you. It's what did for me.." But you didn t smell like rotting carcass.. She pointed out softly. Your body wasn t rotting.. "So? I was still sick and dying...albeit not as fast but I still was..." He told her before taking her hand, "Think of this as me repaying you finally..." She weakly squeezed his hand, tears pricking at her eyes. Thank you.. She whispered, grateful he didn t resent her for having to care for her. "Don't worry about it, ok...? Just keep resting..." He told her. Megohime nodded, not having any energy to argue.She would be fully blind by the end of the week, eyes entirely glazed over milky white. She was constantly coughing up blood at this point, lips entirely blue as her body struggled to process oxygen, and even her breathing was labored. Masamune had stolen dozens of pieces of medical equipment to keep her alive and out of as much pain as he could, often times having to sedate her for entire days. She hadn t eaten any human flesh for nearly two months now, unable to keep even the smallest of bites down for long. "Hey..." He held her hand gently as he layed with her, she was awake but high off the morphine, "You can tell meno and I'll totally understand...but I wanna be intimate before I lose you...just be with you one last time.." She didn t bother to turn her head, not being able to even see his shape anymore. Masamune... I m not exactly desirable.. She said softly, voice slightly muffled from the oxygen mask over her face. I smell awful... and I have sores all over me... I probably look as much like a corpse as I smell.. She sounded sad, lonely even. They hadn t been able to be intimate for months now, and he knew Megohime still had feelings and desires, but her shame was weighing her down. "You aren't a corpse..." He told her, "You're still as beautiful as the night we met...you're still my angel of death, Mego.." She didn t notice the tears flooding down her cheeks. I want to... But I don t want you to think less of me... "I would never think less of you..." He told her softly, "You're still as strong and beautiful as day one.." She shook her head, knowing his words were far from true, but also knowing Masamune was far to stubborn to argue with. She only squeezed his hand the best she could, holding it close to her chest. "Do you not want to then?" He asked, "All you have to do is tell me no and I'll drop it.." She nodded her head. I want to.. She said softly, bringing his hand up to her face so she could nuzzle it gently. I want to be with you again.. He moved and kissed her gently, "I'll go as slow as you want, ok...?" He said softly before moving to carefully undress her. She nodded, pushing the oxygen mask off her face before reaching out to find his face. She caressed his cheek, pulling him closer and kissing him gently, making a soft noise. He kissed back and was very careful with her. He set her clothes aside before taking off his own clothes and tossing them where ever. Megohime was painfully thin, bones protruding through her skin, which was cold to the touch. She held him close to her, kissing him slowly and deeply, already enjoying the closeness. He gently ran his hands over her body, wanting to give her any form of pleasure he could. "If you want, I can go down on you?" He said quietly. She shook her head. My legs smell... I just want you to touch me... Hold me.. She said softly as she leaned back up to kiss him. He nodded and continued to pet her slowly before his hand slid down to her heat and slowly began to work her clit. He felt her stiffen under him, then squirm a bit as she propped one leg open, Megohime s kiss becoming more intense the more he touched her. He made a soft noise and continued to touch her. He loved making her feel good, and he was glad he could do this with her one final time. It wasn t long before her heat was drenched, his fingers slick, and she was holding onto his shoulders. She was trembling, her breath coming out in soft whimpers against his neck, squirming and moaning lowly. "Is this ok...? Does it hurt...?" He asked softly, listening to her breathing. He was now so keenly aware of how her body reacted, if she even so much as breathed too sharply he grew worried. She shook her head. It feels good... She rested her head back against the pillows. K Keep touching me.. Just like that..! Her nethers throbbed, swollen clit so sensitive she could feel the pulse of her heart in it. She buried her face into his shoulder, breathing raggedly as she thrust her hips a few times for added friction, feeling her climax steadily building inside her. He nodded and continued to gently circle her clit with his fingers, kissing gently along her neck and shoulder. He could tell she was close with how her breathing changed, her sporadic thrusts coming more often before she stopped all together, pushing herself against Masamune s fingers as she came, gasping and moaning softly. Slowly she relaxed back against the bed, taking a moment to catch her breath as she kissed his shoulder. He moved and kissed her gently before me moved on top of her, "Are you ready...?" She nodded, leaning up so she could kiss him back. Yeah.. She breathed softly. He nodded and placed the tip of his cock at her entrance before very slowly and very carefully pushing into her, "Tell me if it hurts at all, ok?" Megohime nodded. I m ok.. She answered, closing her eyes and letting out a soft sigh. He continued his slow pace until he was buried inside her. He made a soft noise and kissed her before he started moving. Megohime reaches to take one of his hands in hers, holding his hand gently as he made love to her. I love you.. She whispered. "I love you, too.." He replied, giving her hand a gentle affectionate squeeze, "Is this ok still?" She kissed him again, almost with urgency. Don t kill the mood... You re fine.. Megohime muttered softly. He smiled softly and didn't say another word as he continued to make love to her. She still had some bite, at least. When they finished, Megohime was exhausted, pulling her oxygen mask back on, as she struggled to breathe a bit. After she caught her breath, she laid with Masamune, enjoying how warm he was. He held her hands and kissed her knuckles and muttered sweet nothings to her as thry enjoyed the afterglow, "Good to know I haven't lost my touch.." Megohime laughed weakly. You re so dumb.. She said softly, resting her head against his. "You love that about me " He smiled, "It's my best quality " Maybe not yourbestquality, but pretty up there... She wheezed, smiling at her teasing comment. He chuckled softly and played with her hair gently, "Good enough " Megohime soon came to a point where she had to be sedated daily she was in so much pain, spending the entirety of the day asleep. He had to learn on his own how to use his kagune with her always sleeping. It was for the best, she was suffering more and more each day. Megohime started to get upset with how often she was asleep, wanting to be awake and spend time with Masamune, but when she started to refuse meds, he started to sneak them into her iv. "Mego, you know I can't bear seeing you in pain all the time...I do this just to make you comfortable..." He frowned. She was crying again, from the pain or from just being upset wasn t all that clear. But I don t want to be asleep..! I just want to be with you...! Please don t give me anymore..! She begged, already at the max amount of meds before she usually fell asleep. "But you're always hurting...! You can't even move without crying! Why would I want that for you?!" He sounded upset, understandably. He was right, but it didn t change the fact that she didn t want to sleep away her final days. Please don t make me sleep again...! It s so lonely..! She whispered. He frowned heavily, "Mego...you're never alone, I'm always with you, I don't leave your side unless I have to..." Please don t make me sleep again today...! She pleaded with him. He frowned more, "Ok...alright, I won't..." Megohime closed her blind eyes, relaxing back against the bed. Thank you.. "But I will if you're in too much pain...maybe a lower dose..." He told her. She nodded, just trying to find a comfortable position so she wasn t in such terrible pain. Yukimura had been in the hospital ever since the fight with Akihime. Jin had told him that they would begin reversing the brainwashing Akihime had used on him and it made him feel empty. Was she really just using him? Was he really nothing more than a body to her? Yukimura didn t know how to feel, being told by the doctors and physiatrists that he was ill, that he had been manipulated and abused, both mentally and physically.He was on three different medications, in therapy four times a week, and suspended from work. Everything he had was gone, and he wasn t coping well. There was a gentle knock on his door, almost hesitant. Maybe it was another coworker coming to wish him well. Yukimura was tired, having just finished with therapy, and taken his meds. He looked up from his book, sitting up on the small couch in the hospital room he was given. Come in. The door opened and the soft click of heels against the linoleum filled his ears before the door shut. It was a woman he hadn't really seen before, dressed in a simple summer dress with a thick lace choker around her neck. She was blonde with copper ends and gentle tired seafoam green eyes. She stood silently, looking like she was struggling to speak. He stared for a moment, brows furrowed as he looked the woman over with tired eyes. He didn t recognize the person in the room with him, scratching his head before he spoke. Who are you? He had lost weight, face gaunt and his sternum visible beneath his skin Her lips formed a thin line and she took a deep breath, "It's good to see you again, Yuki..." She said weakly, "I missed you so much..." Yukimura s eyes widened, and he stood up quickly, taking a step back. How d you get in here..? She looked heart broken, "No, don't...please don't panic..." She pleaded softly, "I just wanted to see you...I was so scared after I..." She stopped, "after I hurt you...I didn't want to, Yuki, I love you so much..." She could see the conflict on his face, in his eyes. You did more than hurt me..! His face twisted in a grimace. She gripped the skirt of her dress tight, "Yes...yes, I did...I caused you so much harm and grief...but I do love you. I swear I do...I regret everything I did to you..." She took a hesitant step forward, "Please, let me make things right, Yuki..." Yukimura nearly stumbled over the couch to take a step back, face pale, and eyes panicked. Make things right...? I m lucky I m not in jail..! She halted and tried to maintain her composure, "I I know...I know, and I'm so sorry...what I did was wrong and I paid for it...please, I don't want to lose you too, I have nothing left..." Youpaidfor it? He could see that he looked like he wanted to cry. You killed the four men that were in the van transporting you..! You took my partners arm, you... You turned me against my job, I released secrets of the CCG to you..! She started crying first, "So...so this is it...? You don't want anything to do with me, do you...? I just..." Her head dropped and she tried not to sob loudly, "I thought that maybe you would be glad to see me...glad to know that I was still alive...because we loved each other..." You made me your puppet!! He snapped at her. You made me think I loved you! You re a murderer!! She covered her mouth as her tears fell heavier. What a perfect actor, pretending to be so crushed by his words. She was no different from the other ghouls, was she? Just another monster."Yuki, please...y you're breaking my heart..." She whimpered. Get out! He barked at her, waving his arm. Don t come back! Don t... Don t ever come near me again!! He may as well have ripped her heart out of her chest. She shook hard before lowering her head."If...if that's what you want...I have no choice but to respect your wishes..." She muttered numbly, before forcing herself to move to the door, "take care, my bloodstained dove..." She said before was out the door, shutting it gently behind her. Yukimura felt he was going to be sick, rushing to his bathroom to vomit, body shaking and breaking out into a cold sweat. Masamune had been trying for days to keep Megohime awake and have her pain managed but they couldn't have both. She would cry over and over about the pain but refused to let him do anything about it. It tore him apart. Megohime would argue with him, and Masamune would give in, but he had no choice any longer, having to sneak her the drugs that would release her from pain. It was easy to see Megohime wouldn t last the month, her body so degraded and worn down, it was barely functioning. He was sitting with her in bed, just being with her when there was a knock at the front door. Masamune grew tense, looking to Megohime before standing, "I'll be right back, ok...?" Megohime was barely awake, just lucid enough to talk with Masamune. She nodded and blinked slowly. Yeah.. Masamune moved to the front door, seeing blonde through the frosted glass and assuming it was Jin. He clenched his jaw and peeked through the peep hole. It wasn't Jin, but it was someone he didn't recognize. He opened the door anf made a noise."Can I help you?""I heard about Mego chan..." That was definitely Akihime's voice, "I wanted to come see her.""Holy shit..." Akihime could practically smell the death in the house from the front door, it was clear Megohime wasn t doing well at all. "May I come in...? Pay my respects...?" She asked. Masamune nodded numbly and moved to let her in. Akihime stepped inside and moved to the bedroom."Mego chan..?" She peeked in and frowned, "Oh, my God..." Megohime was drifting in and out, high as a kite on her painkillers. Her blind eyes moved to where she heard a voice, closing in a slow blink before opening again. Masamune..? "No, it's Aki...I wanted to come see you before you left me.." She said gently, "I've lost so much in such a short time..." Akihime thought maybe Megohime had fallen asleep, but she took a soft breath after a moment. Guess... I ve died and... gone to hell already, huh...? Heard you got your... neck snipped by doves... She struggled to speak, even being on oxygen, her lips were blue from lack of oxygen in her blood. She laughed softly, "Not even them can keep me from you, Mego chan...you know that..." She said gently, reaching to gently pet Megohime's stark white hair. Masamune stood at the doorway watching silently. Megohime simply lay where she was, unable to see Akihime s hand move closer. What s with being... so nice all of a sudden..? "I've had the one thing I truly cared about taken from me...I'm still rather numb...I'll be back right as rain in no time..." She said, "Just for you... " Don t hold your breath... on me seeing your transformation... She hacked and coughed, splattering the inside of her mask red with blood. She frowned softly and looked to Masamune. "Can I have a moment with her, please?""So you can kill her?" Masamune asked. Akihime scowled."No, idiot. It's girl stuff, not fit for your ears. Get out." It s ok... you ll be in the next room.. Megohime said to Masamune, not bothering to clean the blood out of her mask. "Alright.." He said and left the doorway. Akihime looked down at Megohime and frowned softly."Were you going to tell him...?" She asked softly. Tell him what..? She wheezed out, voice even. That I m dying..? She tried to joke, barely able to crack a smile. Akihime smiled sadly, "Mego chan, under all that death, something is different..." She said, "You're with child..." Megohime s expression never changed, the room silent except for the medical equipment. Get out. She said lowly. Get out and don t come back..!! She snapped at her, making her go into a coughing fit. Of course she would be upset, she was going to die, and with her, her child. It was a cruel fate. She stood quickly, watching her struggle, "Mego chan..." She frowned, "I didn't mean to upset you...you deserved to know..." Get out..!! Get the fuck out!! She was yelling at this point, ensuring Masamune would hear her, all of her yelling making her cough up more and more blood, nearly choking on it. "What the hell is going on?" Masamune asked angrily as he came back in. Akihime gave a small smile."I got her worked up over nothing, I'm really sorry...I'll go..""Please do." Masamune said and Akihime saw herself out. Megohime had to pull her mask off so she wouldn t drown in her own blood, coughing it up onto her chest and lap, gasping for air. "Hey, hey, hey, what happened?" Masamune asked, cleaning her face and keeping the mask close so she coukd still breathe. ...j just sick of her voice... She managed out, wheezing and struggling to breathe. "Relax, babe, relax...slow breaths...deep as you can.." He said soothingly. Megohime nodded, taking in deep breaths like instructed to do so. He gently pet her hair, "There we go...you're doing great, Mego..." Megohime didn t have much longer, it was easy for Masamune to see at this point, and now he was only dragging out her death. He had to finally end it. It ripped him in half but he couldn't bear to see her in so much pain and suffering anymore. He refused to keep being selfish. He sat beside Megohime and held her hand gently. "Hey, babe...how you feeling today...? Same as yesterday...?" Megohime nodded, and even though she had already been given pain killers, she was in pain that day. St Still alive. She muttered. He smiled sadly, "Yeah...I'm so proud of you..." Megohime could only wince and cough in pain, a deep rattle in her chest. Have you eaten yet today...? "No, not yet...I wanted to spend some time with you first. I hate eating around you, it doesn't feel fair.." He told her, gently petting her knuckles with his thumb. Megohime hadn t eaten in so long, she couldn t remember the last time she had eaten, but anytime she tried to, she would simply vomit whatever she ingested. I ve already told you... I don t mind if you eat first... "I'll eat later...promise..." He told her gently, "I just wanna be with you..." She nodded, leaning into his touch. Thank you... She said softly, looking so very tired. "Anything for you, Mego..." He said gently. He watched her quietly before speaking again, "I love you so much, you know that, right...?" Of course... I do... She managed a weak smile. I love you too... "I don't know where I would be without you..." He muttered. He had her bottle of morphine between his knees and a syringe in his free hand, filling it carefully as he kept hold of her hand. Probably off with some other girl.. She joked, unable to smell the morphine he had, her senses dulled far below a humans. He laughed softly, "Fair less happy than I am now for sure " Megohime knew he was going to sedate her again, she didn t need to see or smell the medicine to know that. Tears leaked from her eyes. Please don t put me to sleep.. She begged softly. He froze and looked down at her, "Mego, please...I promise this will be the last time.." She shook her head, tears flowing down her cheeks faster. I don t want to sleep anymore...! Please, not today..! She begged him, holding his hand tightly. Please don t make me be alone..! "You aren't gonna be alone, babe, I will be right here the whole time." His voice was cracking, "I won't go anywhere." Her frail body started to shake, sobbing into his hand. Please... Just a little longer... I just want to be with you a little longer..! He caved and set the syringe down, "Ok, babe...ok...a little bit longer..." Megohime held onto his hand, crying softly, unable to stop her tears, not ready to die. I m so sorry, Masamune... I m so sorry I couldn t keep my promise to grow old with you..! "Maybe in the next life, Mego...we can try again should we reunite somehow..." He told her. I don t want the you in another life, I want the you in this one..! She was crying too much now, and soon, she was coughing up blood again, wheezing and shaking. "Stop, Mego, stop...! If you keep getting this worked up, you'll kill yourself...!" He told her, "Don't do that to me..." Megohime couldn t seem to settle down, choking and aspirating on her own blood as she managed out apology after apology. He began to panic, shooting the medicine into her IV before holding her against him, "Hey, no, it's ok, relax...! Relax, babe, you're ok...! I promise, just try to breathe...!" She stared up at him blindly, shaking her head. I don t want to die... I don t want to leave you... She whispered, clutching at his shirt tightly. Please... Don t leave me alone... I m so scared... I don t want to be alone... "Mego,please..." He muttered, "Please...it's ok...you aren't going to be alone, I will never leave you no matter what. Anything that tries to take me from you will have to rip me up first...just please relax or you'll die anyway..." He could see her trying to fight the medication, but it was clear that it was winning. I m just so scared... She muttered softly as her eyes shut, slumping against him slowly as she sunk into sleep. "Me too, babe..." He muttered, tears pouring down his cheeks, "I'm scared as shit, but you'll be so much better now...no more hurting, no more being alone..." He pet her hair slowly, "I'll keep you with me all the time, ok? I promise, I won't leave you ever again..." He tightened his embrace around her brittle body, "I love you so much, Megohime...so, so fucking much..." She hardly felt warm, all skin and bones against his chest, her breathing shallow and steady. Was this really it? Was this the death she deserved? A pitiful, excruciating death that left her begging and crying? He had to make it quick. It's what he wanted from her when he was dying. He didn't like to suffer, didn't want others around him to suffer. Just make it fast, dammit. Stop letting her endure this anymore than she already has. His arms moved to encase just above her shoulders, right at the base of her neck, and with one hard and swift squeeze he felt her neck snap. He felt her body go rigid briefly, then slump against him, a soft breath escaping her, her last one. There was no other noise in the room, Megohime s body slumped against him as he held her tightly, finally released from her pain and suffering. He began to shake before gathering her as close to himself as he could, wailing loudly as he rocked back and forth. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Megohime had to suffer and die. Because she was a ghoul? She was as human as he was. She had feelings like he had, interests and hobbies like he had, so then why? Because she consumedflesh? Because she had different abilities than other humans? It wasn't fair at all that she was punished for such things. They weren't her fault. None of it was her fault. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, holding her and crying until he had no more tears and his eyes hurt just as much as his chest did. "I won't leave you...ever again, Mego..." He muttered, throat tight and sore from crying, "We'll be together forever...I'll live for the both of us, ok...?" He laid her down on the bed gently and brushed her hair from her face before he began the painstaking process of consuming her. The way he saw it, she couldn't keep going in her weak body anymore. She had become apart of him now. It was the only way she could stay with him. Megohime tasted awful, every bite was like eating old burnt meat, but it wasn t due to her body being spoiled, rather from his new ghoul tastebuds. He forced down every bite, each one hurting him more and more. It was all to help her keep going. She had to keep going. He nearly vomited several times, the taste and texture horrid, like when he had tried to eat human food after his transplant. It took him so long to get through most of her corpse, her innards the worst part. But that's when he noticed something, something that only sent him spiraling further. It was newly formed so there wasn't really much, but there was a larger swelling in her womb than decay would have caused from bloating. "N No..." He muttered, "N No, God, please...." Megohime s head and face was still intact, cleaned of blood and peaceful. Had she even known? This wasn t fair, first the love of his life, now his first child? He must've blacked out because he didn't remember anything after that. When he came to, he was curled up into Megohime's side. Her hair was black again and she looked healthy. Was it all a dream? A horrible dream from the cancer?"Mego...?" He asked weakly. Megohime turned her head to look down at him with a gentle smile. You re awake. She reached down to caress his face gently, brushing the tears away from his eyes. Why re you crying? Did you have a bad dream..? He nodded numbly, "You died...you turned me into a ghoul and you died..." It was just a dream, Masamune. She pulled him closer, holding him gently, petting his hair. I promised you, didn t I? That we d grow old together.. Tears filled his eyes again and he held her tightly, "Oh, Mego...I was so scared...! I was so scared I lost you!" Her embrace was warm and gentle. Oh, Masamune... You haven t lost me, I ll always be with you apart of you. Both of us will. Remember? You ate us, we ll never be apart from you again. His eyes shot open, wide and terrified, "Wh...What...?" He asked weakly. He got no answer, only the heavy smell of decay and blood. He lay in Megohime s blood, in the mess of bones and cartilage and other parts he couldn t ingest, holding Megohime s severed head against his chest. He screamed and brought her head closer, his sobs uncontrollable now. She really was gone and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. She didn t even look like herself, regardless of being a severed head or not. Her hair and eyes were stark white, and her skin was tinged green blue, cheeks and eyes sunken in. He whimpered and cooed to her, like she was still alive and just sleeping. She didn't die. It was all a dream. She was still here. Just apart of him now. Forever. His delusions would continue for weeks, seeing Megohime back to how she was before she started to deteriorate. She would speak kind words to him, and whisper sinister things to him about others. I love you. We ll be together forever. I m dead because of Kojurou. Why does he get happiness and you don t? "M Mego, please...!" He was hiding in the far corner of the bedroom, as far from her head as he could get, "K Kojurou apologized...! H He didn't mean for that to happen to you...!" The severed head was rotting, no longer looking much like Megohime at all. Masamune, She was crouched beside him, frowning softly as she pet his hair. He hunted me, sent me to be harvested and even used my kagune, had he not done any of that, Matsunaga never would have gotten ahold of me. She tilted her head. You know he s just as guilty, right? His eyes were wild, bloody tears falling down his cheeks. He had been crying so much that he popped a blood vessel."B But...he said he was sorry...he didn't want that to happen...he just wanted..." He stopped. What did Kojurou want? Why did he send Megohime away anyway? Right, because he was still really frail when they were dating and Kojurou was worried. Extremely worried."He wanted to...k keep me safe..." Safe? From me? I ve never done anything to hurt you, not once had I ever hurt you, why would he have to keep you safe from me? She asked, looking hurt. No, he was jealous. He hated me, found me repulsive. He enjoyed hurting me, he wanted to see me hurt, you know that. The night Kojurou had given Masamune a piece of Megohime s kagune, when he found out Kojurou had used her kagune to replace his Quinque. The night Megohime had been taken away, Kojurou had run her through to keep her pinned to the wall, yet Megohime didn t hurt Kojurou. "Y...Yeah..." He muttered, "He was jealous, huh...? He never...he never had time for me anyway...and he was mad that you were spending so much time with me...cuz he couldn't..." She nodded her head with a sad smile. That s right... He saw me as an obstacle, that s why he had me locked away, why he had Matsunaga hurt me.. She cupped his chin gently, turning his head to look at her. He told Matsunaga to cut me up, told him to disfigure me and steal away my life. Hewatched, he enjoyed my pain, my suffering. Look where he is now, he s out living his life, and we re here, forced to squat and eat from the dead, like worms. He scowled and fought angry tears now, "That's not very fair...we deserve to live our lives as much as he does." We do... We shouldn t have to pick from corpses, and hide in abandon buildings... Why does he get to live in a good home and eat good meals? He should get a dose of his own medicine, right? She asked, smiling gently. He smiled slowly, nodding, "Y...Yeah...we should punish him...all of them...every one responsible for hurting you...! They'll all get what they deserve...!" It s only fair right..? They hurt me, tortured and used me, made you suffer so it s only fair that they receive the same, right..? Her smile grew with his, encouraging him. He nodded, his anxious tremors steadily reducing, "Y Yeah...it's totally fair, Mego. Let's see how they like being tortured and harvested." She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, smiling warmly. Everyone will pay for their crimes, and you ll see to that, right Masamune? You ll make them pay for my suffering, make them suffer like I did, right? He nodded, smiling softly, "I promise, Mego...I promise that they'll suffer..." Good, make me proud, Masamune.. She said softly.The last few months had been hard on Kojurou, with Masamune s death, and the mishap at the morgue that saw his body cremated instead of another family s son only further hurt him. Jin stayed with Kojurou though, helped him as much as she could when he needed her, and gave him space when he asked. Their relationship deepened though, and when news broke that she was pregnant with his child, it seemed to pull him out of his depression. That was nearly four months ago, and Jin had been on maternity leave ever since, going to doctors to ensure the child would be born healthy. The news of his child did, in fact, pull him out of a near suicidal spiral, more than happy to be with Jin and help her as she helped him."When do you think we can find out the gender...?" He asked her, sitting with her and just holding her. Jin s belly was already swelling with the new life of their child, a noticeable bump as she was already four months along. The doctor says this next visit we can find out the gender. She said softly, her hand holding his. It was still taking time getting used to life with only one arm, but she was making do. "What are you hoping for?" He asked, "Obviously it will be a boy " he added teasingly. Oh? You know it ll be a boy? Do tell how you know this She smiled amusedly, turning to look at Kojurou. "Because it's what I want and you, little woman, have no choice but to give me what I want " He said, holding her close. She let out a soft laugh, turning over onto her back so she could look at him. I have to listen, now do I.. ? He nodded, smiling all the while, "It's the law. I looked it up." She couldn t help but laugh at his statement. Oh? The law, and if I m not going to follow that law ? "I have to punish you, it's law." He said, grinning, "I'm sorry if it has to come to that." Oh no I sure hope you ll show me mercy She snickered softly, leaning up to kiss him gently. He chuckled and kissed back, "We'll see, won't we ?" She made a soft noise and kissed him again, this time bringing her hand up to cup his cheek as she kissed him, slowly and gently. He placed his hand over hers and held the kiss, his arm around her waist tightening slightly. She kissed him, slowly deepening the kiss as she moved closer to him, pushing her fingers back through his hair. He made a soft noise and pulled her up more into his lap. "I love you..." He muttered against her lips. I love you too.. She murmured, kissing him again, closing her eyes and leaning into him. With the swelling of her stomach, her breasts also grew more full. He blushed softly, an odd thing for him to notice at this point in time. He jumped when his phone beeped and he pulled away to look at it. He exhaled, brows furrowed."I'll deal with it later." Jin sat back, brushing her hair out of her face. Is it work? She asked. It s alright if you have to go again. She said softly. It ll give me time to get my prenatal vitamins anyway. "Are you sure?" He asked, "I said I would spend all my time with you..""You're never home anyway, Kojurou, what do you care if I die?" "I care because you're family, Masamune."Kojurou's expression turned sad and he lowered his gaze. Jin frowned. Hey, hey.. She cupped his cheek and picked his head up. Listen, I understand that you have a duty to your work, that we won t spend every night together. I ll be alright. She rubbed her thumb gently under his eye. It wasn t your fault, he was ill, Kojurou.. "I should have done more..." He muttered, "He died thinking I didn't care about him..." She shook her head. That s not at all what he thought.. She said softly. He knew you loved him.. "Did he, though...?" He asked. Hos last days with Masamune at the house were great. He stayed home from work just to keep Masamune company and they did all that they could with his frailties in mind. But was it enough? He caught Masamune crying in the dark some times and it ripped his heart in half all over again. Don t talk like that, you knew as much as I do that he forgave you. He chose to spend his last days with you, that meant something. She said softly, but firmly. He closed his eyes and took a breath, "Yeah. You're right." She nodded and pulled him close, holding him tightly against her chest. I ll always be here for you Kojurou.. You know that, even if things aren t perfect right now.. He held her tight and some tears slipped passed his tightly closed eyes, "Arigatou..." Jin held him as long as he needed, she never had any siblings, but Masamune was like a brother to Kojurou, and surely the loss was much harder on him than he let people see. He pulled up from her chest and wiped his eyes, "I'll be ok. I should go see what Ishida sousakan needs.." She nodded and leaned forward to kiss his forehead gently. Give him my regards. She said, watching him get up, planning to rest on the couch a bit more before heading out to the store. He nodded, "Of course. I wonder if there will be another bouquet of congratulatory flowers on my desk." He gave a soft chuckle before heading out. Jin rested her swollen feet and ankles a bit longer before getting dressed, putting on her prosthetic arm, and heading out with an umbrella. It looked like rain, it having been overcast since early in the morning, but it had yet to even drizzle. She felt like she was followed the whole way. That may be her years of CCG training, however, always alert to any potential danger. If she did notice she was being followed, she didn t show it, never once looking back as she walked. When it started to rain, she paused briefly to open her umbrella, adjusting her purse before continuing on. Once she picked up her vitamins, she purchased them, along with a few books on maternity, storing them both away inside the large purse she carried with her, then heading back outside to walk home. She could have sworn she saw a dark figure wearing a hoodie standing by the door at the corner of her eye, but when giving a small glance, there was nothing there. Jin was well aware of the presence that had been following her nearly since she had left the apartment she shared with Kojurou. They had decided when they had found out about the pregnancy to sell their respective homes and buy a new one together, as Jin had little ties to her apartment, and Kojurou too many painful ones.Jin had to decide what to do she couldn t be sure if the person following her was human or ghoul, as the rain was heavy in the air, and they never got close enough to smell. She wasn t over encumbered by her swollen belly, as it wasn t all that large yet, but she didn t want to put the baby at risk. Perhaps she was being paranoid? Maybe it was her pregnancy that was making her more sensitive, or maybe she really was being followed. As she made her way back to the apartment, it seemed as though whoever was following her had given up. Which was a small relief, if she was honest. But as soon as she was alone and only half a block away from the apartment, a kagune shot out from a gap between two apartments and snatched her up, pulling her into the shadowed area before a hand covered her mouth."Sshh wouldn't want you bringing any unwanted guests this is a private party after all " Her umbrella and purse were both dropped when she was yanked into the darkened alleyway, but the grip she had on the small Quinque dagger had remained firm. The smell of blood was heavy, and she was completely sure now just what this person was. With a muffled grunt of effort, she swung the blade backward, feeling the blade connect with flesh as she swung blindly, movements restricted by the kagune wrapped around her. She heard a hiss before the kagune slammed her into the floor, "That wasn't very nice of you. After I asked so politely, too." Jin s head smacked the concrete hard, and she immediately saw stars, vision dancing with black and white spots, spinning and leaving her dazed. Warm blood trickled down her forehead, a decent gash on her forehead above her eye. Her grip loosened on the Quinque blade, but she managed to hold onto it. "Come on, we have to get everything ready for Kojurou " the ghoul said before dragging her off Jin tried to to put the blade in her sleeve, but her vision was going black and she couldn t stop it. Her head felt heavy, and as her eyes closed, she heard the distinct sound of metal hitting the ground, then nothing. She didn't know how long she was out for, but when she came to she was bound and on the floor of a rather large room. It was nicely decorated, like it was a prominent estate, but the curtains were drawn tight so no one could see in."Are you awake?" The ghoul whispered in her ear, his hair tickling her cheek, "I'm so glad... we were going to go get Kojurou just now but I wanted to be sure you were alright first can't have you croaking before he gets here " Jin s head still spun, pounding with each heartbeat, feeling an intense heat on her forehead where her head was nearly cracked open. The wound would need stitches, and she was sure she had a nasty concussion, her ears ringing, and feeling like she would be sick. She opened her eyes to look at the ghoul, making no movements other than to turn her head, and saying nothing. "Alright well you just stay put, we'll be back " he told her before she felt him move away and heard him leave. Jin waited for him to leave, staying where she was a bit longer to ensure he really had gone, before trying to sit up. It took a moment to get up, but once she was sitting upright, she realized her arms were more soundly bound then she thought. She would have to remove her prosthetic arm if she was to get her hands free. It was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to grab the strap under her blouse with her teeth she proceeded to pull it to unhook it, before squirming her arm off. The ropes fell loose as her arm came off, letting her free her remaining arm so she could work at untying her ankles. She had to get out, she needed to get to a phone and alert Kojurou, or if it was too late, the CCG. Masamune moved from the estate back to the city, following Kojurou's familiar scent. He was at work, of course he was. He was always working. Always. Always. Always. Always. Always. Always. Always. Always. He sat on the roof of a building across the way from CCG headquarters, watching doves come and go from the building."Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy...." He muttered. Jin managed to get free of the ropes, reattaching her arm before trying to stand. It immediately felt like the world had been yanked out from under her, and she nearly collapsed again, vomiting on the floor. The concussion must ve been worse than she thought. She took a moment to steady herself against the wall before heading out of the room and in search of a door outside. Masamune huffed, far too impatient now to keep waiting for Kojurou. "Guess I'll just have to call him from Jin's phone." He muttered and headed back. Jin searched what seemed like the entire house for a phone or an open door, but found neither. She had to stop several times to be sick on the floor, or to keep herself from passing out. She no longer had a choice, the doors were locked from both sides with a key, and the key was gone, meaning she d have to find something heavy to break open a window. Masamune hurried back to the estate, humming one of Megohime's songs she used to play him. She played for him when he went to sleep and it always made him feel better. Maybe he could ask her to play again while he was awake? He always fell asleep halfway through and felt bad for missing it. Megohime wasn t always there, but she promised him that she was close always appearing and disappearing at random, it got a little lonely. You have to hurry home. Her voice sounded beside him, and there she was, walking beside him. Something feels off. "Ah...Mego..." He brightened up at the sound of her voice, "I was wondering where you went off to.." I was always here, I m always with you. She smiled warmly, but there seemed to be some urgency behind her eyes, and it leaked out in her tone. The woman back home, I think somethings wrong, you should hurry back. He furrowed his brows and nodded before hurrying back to the estate as quick as his legs would carry him. Jin s condition was getting worse the more she moved around, she had found a room that looked like a murder scene a blood stained bed surrounded by medical equipment, bones and other gore left on the bed dry for a while now. The walls were scored with deep marks that looked like they were from a Kagune, and needles scattered about the room. Was the ghoul who took her the one using them? Or had there been another human victim? She didn t know, she just found the nearest window, and tried to pry it open locked.Another locked. Locked. Locked. All of them were locked and nailed shut, she had to hurry, feeling like she would pass out again at any moment. Finding something solid and heavy, she moved back down the hall to break her way out. She heard the front door open and shut quickly, "Jin?" It was the ghoul, he was back, "Where did you go? How the fuck did you get untied? ....you're right, she has a fake arm, she must have pulled it off...stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...!" Jin didn t move, kept herself hidden in the room she had ducked into when she heard the front door unlock. The ghoul was back, did he have Kojurou? She only heard one voice, but she couldn t be sure. She kept a grip on the heavy stone book end, glancing to the window in the bedroom. Even if she broke the window and got out before he found where she was, he would be able to easily catch up. "I can smell you " Masamune called, "You can't hide from me " Jin set her jaw and swallowed back her nausea, knowing she had very little time and opportunity. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and moving quickly to the window. It was no good. She was hit with a wall of black almost immediately, feeling bile rise in her throat as the world around her spun. She could feel the floor rush up to meet her as she fell blindly, blacking out once again, her adrenaline fighting to keep her awake and moving. When she came to yet again, she was tied more firmly, like she was cacooned in rope, her prosthetic arm gone."Naughty, naughty " The ghoul came into the room and it was thr first time she coukd actually see him. His hair was long and shaggy and his blue eyes were near wild. Wait...was that Masamune? He looked scarily similar to a picture of him and Kojurou that was in their bedroom. Her still adjusting eyes managed to make out his face, and her shock was clear in her eyes. Masamune..? She asked. What happened? I I don t understand... You..? "Mego's last gift to me before she left... " He smiled, squatting down in front of her. His wicked smile then faultered and his gaze fell to the side, "before she..." He trailed off and his face scrunched in grief before he became angry, "before you and the doves took her from me." It had been suspected that Megohime had died, but Masamune was confirmed dead at the hospital. Masamune... Her expression turned to a frown, and her eyes held sympathy. Let me help you. She said gently. Had something been done with his actual body? There had been rumors of attempted artificial ghouls half that was, but surely this wasn t the case. She s trying to trick you... I m not gone, I m right here... I m always with you.. Megohime wrapped her arms around Masamune s neck, resting lightly against him back. She s lying to you, just like Kojurou.. "Help me?" He growled, "Like you helped Mego? Trapped her in a cell and cut her up like she was a turkey?" His kakugan flared up and he gave an insane smile, "Only if you let me help you first " Jin felt her heart sink, so it was true, he was a successful artificial half ghoul. She had to keep him calm. Masamune. She tried to squirm into a sitting position. Know I had nothing to do with Megohime, I would not have allowed for it to happen if I had. She slying. Both her and Kojurou watched. And why wouldn t they have? It s what they do, they hate ghouls after all. And just think, remember when Kojurou came home with my kagune no,ourkagune as his Quinque? Megohime hissed in his ear. "You're so full of shit!" Masamune yelled, shooting up and pacing the floor, "Don't lie to me, dammit! I know you had a hand in it! You put him up to taking her kagune!" She kept her calm, even when he started to yell. Masamune, no, I had no knowledge of the fact until after it had been done. I m sorry about Tamura, she must have been close to you, her death was not one she deserved. "Did Kojurou tell you he threatened to kill her if she ever came near me? Can you believe that?! I wasn't allowed to see my own girlfriend because she was a ghoul!" He said, "Is that fair at all?! I loved her! I loved her with all my heart and he !" He stopped and his kagune slammed down on the floor, leaving a giant hole. Jin flinched at the force he used to break the floor, but continued. It wasn t fair, and he must ve seen it as him protecting you, but he was wrong. She needed to try and talk him down. What he did was wrong. He was shaking, his gaze locked on the floor, "Yeah...yeah, he was wrong..." He muttered, "He should have known better...she was all I had..." She nodded her head. He needs to know what he did wasn t fair, we should tell him together, he ll listen if I m there, I ll make sure that he does. You just have to untie me. She coaxed in a gentle, but firm tone. We ll do this together, ok? "N...No, I can't...Mego will get mad at me." He said, "I'll go get Kojurou, though. Then we can all talk!" Megohime would want you to be happy though, right? She would want for you and Kojurou to work things out. She could see that Masamune was struggling mentally, that he had gone through enough stress and trauma to break him completely. I want for you to be happy and together we can both make Megohime happy by making you happy. "You don't know what Mego would want!" He snapped, "Besides, we...we can't talk to Kojurou if he isn't here.." She flinched, knowing she made a misstep. Alright, then how about we call him? I can ask him to come here to talk to you, how does that sound? He nodded slowly and reached for her phone, pulling it from her pocket and looking for Kojurou's number. The phone didn t have a lock, allowing him easy access to it and it s contents. How about I talk to him? Ask him to come down and talk with us? I ll make sure he doesn t get mad at you. She s lying again. Megohime was at his back again, arms wrapped around his neck. She keeps lying to you, tricking you are you going to let her do that? Are you going to let her trick you? Lie to you? He shook his head, "No, I'm not gonna let her...don't worry..." He muttered before opting to send Kojurou a text a ghoul was chasing her and she was trapped in the estate outside of the city. 'I don't want him to find me so I don't want to call, please hurry'."There." Masamune said simply and tossed the phone aside. Jin watched him mumbled to himself, almost like he was having a conversation. Masamune, we should call Kojurou, yeah? He d be happy to hear your voice. "He'll hear it when he gets here." He said, "Don't worry so much." Jin scowled faintly, but didn t try to argue anymore, knowing she had lost her only chance to try and talk her way out and escape. Hopefully, the message Masamune had sent seemed off to Kojurou, and he came prepared and with back up. Masamune paced around slowly, humming a traditional folksong under his breath as they waited around for Kojurou. He was mumbling randomly, as if talking to someone again. Jin only laid where she was, remaining silent, not wanting to take any unnecessary risks, especially so being pregnant. Masamune suddenly stopped and smiled wickedly, "He's here " He said and scurried off to hide. Masamune, wait! She called, then frowned deeply, straining her ears to listen for Kojurou like Masamune had heard. The door pushed open and Kojurou peeked in slowly before instantly spotting Jin. "Jin!" He rushed over quickly and started to untie her, "Are you alright?" I m fine, but you need to call for backup right now. She said firmly, body starting to shake as her adrenaline wore off. It wasn t me who sent that text, How was she supposed to explain this to him. Listen, this isn t something I can explain now, just know we can t handle this alone. You can t handle this alone. "What are you talking about?" He asked softly."Ko ju rou " Masamune sang and Kojurou froze before slowly looking toward the sound. Masamune came out of one of the darkened rooms with a wide sinister smile."M...Masa...mune...?" He muttered, "N...No...you...you're...""Dead ? Hardly " Masamune replied. Kojurou. Jin tried to bring Kojurou s attention back to her. There isn t time to explain what s happened, you need to call for help He s a ghoul. She tried to wriggle free, but Kojurou hadn t yet fully untied her. "What happened to you, Masamune?" Kojurou asked. Masamune smiled."Mego gave me her kakuhou, to keep me going she didn't want to submit to fate, I suppose " he replied before his smile dropped, "More than can be said for you.""I did everything I could for you!" Kojurou argued, voice shaking, "I didn't want you to die!""But it happened anyway!!" Masamune was so angry he was practically bouncing as he stomped his feet. Kojurou. Jin repeated. Don t engage with him, you need to call for help. Her voice held more urgency this time, watching Masamune only get more and more aggravated as the two talked. "H...Hai..." Kojurou reached for his phone but Masamune's kagune slammed him into the wall."No, no. No one else is invited to this party. It's a private affair." Masamune growled. Kojurou..!! Jin looked terrified, struggling again to try and break free. Masamune, let s talk again, we had a good conversation earlier, didn t we? Let s work together, work this out. "What more do we have to say, hm? Now that Kojurou is here, we can start the real fun " He said. Jin felt her stomach doing flips, and it didn t help that she was still nauseous from her concussion. What do you mean? Masamune, you said we were going to talk, so let s talk. She tried again to get ahold of the situation, keeping her tone even, but it was clear by the slight waver in her tone that even she was scared. "What do you want to talk about? I think we should talk about Mego." He said."I told you I was sorry..." Kojurou forced out."Sorry doesn't bring Mego back." Masamune sneered. Jin frowned. We ve talked about Megohime already, Masamune. She glanced to Kojurou. Kojurou has said he s sorry, I ve said I m sorry we can t bring her back. Had Kojurou come straight from work? Had he informed anyone at all of the situation? What can we do to make it right? "Mego says you gave to die." Masamune said nonchalantly. Kojurou scowled."Megohime is dead.""And who's fault is that, huh?!" Masamune yelled. Jin frowned and looked to Kojurou. Kojurou, just listen to him, hear him out for once. She said, the message in her eyes clear. This entire situation needed to be deescalated and fast. "Mego says that you both have to suffer for her death..." He told them, "Starting with Jin.""No! I want to take her place!" Kojurou argued."You'll get your turn " Jin s eyes flicked to Kojurou briefly, fear flashing clearly in them, fear of harm befalling her unborn child. Masamune, I will beg of you now I am carrying Kojurou s child. Please don t hurt my child. His expression dropped before he becameangry. His kakugan activated with angry veins framing his right eye."Child?" He repeated, "You two...have a child?" We had a child. Megohime s was voice came from his left, standing beside Kojurou, looking him over as he was still pinned to the wall by Masamune s kagune. They killed it, remember? It hadn t even fully formed yet, and they killed it. Jin knew she had made another misstep, but she couldn t back out of her statement now. Yes. Kojurou and I didn t plan it, but I m pregnant. Masamune pulled Kojurou from the wall before slamming him back into it, over and over. "You bastard!! You bastard!! You bastard!! You bastard!!" He chanted angrily. Kojurou coughed up blood, wheezing loudly. Jin felt her heart seize in her chest, eyes wide as she watched the blood drip from his mouth. Stop it!! She screamed at Masamune, tears forming in her eyes. He stopped, pressing Kojurou into the wall. "Why? Hm? Why should I stop? Cuz you two are gonna have a baby? Me and Mego were gonna have a baby. It went with her when she died. I think," he moved to crouch in front of her, "I think I should take yours as payment." Tears slipped down Jin s face silently, and she pressed her lips together. But Megohime isn t gone, is she? She said in almost a whisper. That s who you ve been talking with, right? Megohime. You ve been talking with Megohime. His eyes widened and he inched closer, "You can see her, too...?" He whispered, "You can hear her...?" Jin nodded, speaking through her tears. She isn t dead, Masamune, she s still here. You never lost her never lost her or the child..! Megohime scowled from beside Kojurou, watching Masamune closely. Of course I m not dead, I m right here.I m right here because you ate me. Jin looked to Kojurou, giving him a scared smile, shaking slightly. Right, Kojurou..? Megohime s still here, and we won t tell anyone. You two can stay here and be happy together you can raise your child together..! Her look of desperation made Kojurou s heart ache, knowing she would try anything to save her child. SHES LYING!! I M DEAD!! DOVES KILLED ME, YOU DEVOURED MY FLESH!! YOU ATE OUR CHILD!! DONT YOU FUCKING FORGET THAT!! Megohime s voice practically made Masamune s brain rattle in his skull it was so loud. He covered his ears and fell back, "Mego, stop! Stop, please, I'm sorry! I didn't want to!! I didn't want to devour you!! I didn't want to devour our child!! I'm sorry!! Please, I'm sorry!!" He wailed."Masamune..." Kojurou wheezed, looking heartbroken. IF YOU RE SO FUCKING SORRY THEN KILL THEM!! KILL THE BITCH!! RIP HER FLESH FROM HER BONES, EAT HER ALIVE!! MAKE HER SUFFER LIKE I DID!! Masamune felt like his ears would burst and bleed at any second, Megohime s voice warping and becoming garbled like a demons as she ordered him to do terrible things, screamed at him, berated and belittled him. Masamune shot up and ripped his kagune free from Kojurou, grabbing Jin and pinning her down, "Let's get this party started already." Jin s eyes went wide with fear, genuine fear for her and her child s life. Masamune, please don t do this! She pleaded when he got on top of her. Eat her. Eat her. Eat her. Eat her. Eat her!! Break her bones, strangle her, tear her apart, destroy her! Megohime screamed from the corner. "You have to suffer like they did!" He said angrily before the barbs dug into her body."Masamune, no, please don't!" Kojurou begged from the floor, his body and lungs aching from Masamune's abuses. She felt the tips of his kagune slide easily into her flesh, piercing her arm, and her thigh in two places. She clenched her teeth and tried to bite back a scream, eyes frantic. Masamune Megohime s voice was soft and gentle now. I want you to make sure she suffers nice and long make sure she feels every bit of it And once you re done and she s dead, rape her corpse in front of him She stroked his face gently, like she wasn t encouraging abhorrent behavior, a big smile on her face. "R..." He turned his head to look at her, "But...won't that make you angry...? I don't...I don't wanna have sex with her, Mego...""Don't you dare defile her, Masamune!!" Kojurou yelled. Jin was grateful for the pause, feeling blood seeping from her wounds and onto the floor, knowing as soon as he removed them, he d cause much more damage and increase her blood loss.Megohime smiled at him gently, the black of her hair like ink consuming him, making him feel like he was being sucked into inky darkness. You won t be cheating on me, you can t cheat on the living with the dead, but I ll forgive you this one time Better yet She reached out to stroke his kagune. If you use this, I won t be mad at you at all He smiled slowly, wicked and sick, "Y You mean it...?""Masamune!!" Kojurou yelled, "Leave Jin alone! Your quarrel is with me!!" He was talking to himself again, he had been doing it since Kojurou had gotten there, yet Kojurou didn t see who he was talking to. He really had broken. Kojurou.. Jin was looking at Kojurou from behind Masamune s arm, mostly obscured by the half ghoul. She looked scared, desperate, and heart broken. Her voice was quivering, lip trembling as she fought off sobs, the idea of having to use her child s life as payment for Megohime s injustice, then in the end be raped and killed it scared her shitless. She felt like she was fifteen again, the same night she had been put on the stone table and told she d be raped and killed.Megohime have a smile of drunk insanity, black eyes piercing through Masamune s very soul. I promise Break Kojurou, and I ll overlook any indiscretions used in the process She caressed his face. "It'll be ok, Jin, I swear to you..." He assured her, "I love you...""Mego...you're so good to me... " Masamune said softly, "Really I don't deserve you " Jin nodded, trying to be brave in the face of the reality that she d lose her child. I love you too..! She whispered. Make me proud I ll reward you if you do a good job Megohime said, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. Masamune smiled softly, almost serenely, before his attention fell back on Jin, "We'll go slow don't wanna end the party too soon " Jin looked up at Masamune, trying to keep herself calm even though she was crying at this point. Please stop this, Masamune, Megohime wouldn t want this..! "Now I know you're lying Mego has been telling me this whole time what to do " He said, wagging his finger, "Shame on you " She bit back a frown and thrashed hard, slamming her forehead into his nose hard to get him off of her, bucking to dump him onto the floor. He wailed, blood dripping down his nose before he shot up and grabbed her with his kagune, squeezing her so tight that she could hear her joints popping and threatening to break. Jin let out a horrible scream, her only thought on her child. She kicked her legs against the floor, trying to get a foothold to try and push off of, the pressure on her stomach alone enough pain to make her pass out. He released her and hummed softly, "What should we do ? What should we do ? Mego wants me to just eat you ""Don't you dare!" Kojurou yelled. Masamune ignored him and tapped his finger to his chin as he thought. Jin slumped against the floor, grunting softly as she tried to touch her stomach, as if worried he had crushed it, a wild fear in her eyes. Please, don t harm my child. She said quietly, a numb expression on her face. Hurt me as much as you want, but please don t hurt my stomach, don t touch my child.. "Begging only makes me want to hurt it more." He stated lowly, "I won't hurt him if you let me have him ""That isn't going to happen!!""Shut up!!" Masamune grabbed Kojurou by the head and threw him across the room. He wanted her child? Why? Was it to replace the one he lost with Megohime, or was it to kill him as punishment? What would you do with him? Her question was quiet, tone strained as she stared up at Masamune with conflicted eyes. "Take care of him " He said, smiling, "Love him endlessly " He replied. It was the only chance she could see for her child to live at that moment. I ll give him to you, just please, don t hurt him..! "Jin! Don't give in to his demands!" Kojurou argued. Masamune scowled at him."I could kill both of them, you know." It s the only way! It s the only way that our child lives..! She looked to him with desperate eyes, full of anguish. Even if it s a life without us. "Don't worry I'll make sure he lives happy and healthy " Masamune said before he moved to slam his kagune down on Jin's legs over and over. Jin bit back what she could of her screams, but once her legs broke, and he only continued until they were mangled, she gave in. The pain was intense, making her see white, leaving her unable to move except for her violent shakes of pain. "I think your legs are jelly now " Masamune cooed. Kojurou shot up and rushed at Masamune, but the ghoul only grabbed him and broke the fkoor with him. "Ah, ah, ah that's not very nice, Kojurou " Jin did her best to breathe evenly, to not let herself go into shock, but the pain was nearly unbearable. She didn t dare look down at them, knowing they probably looked even worse than they felt, and they felt like hell. "Hm well, if we want to keep the baby, I shouldn't beat on you so much " Masamune said, "Guess we have to move to Kojurou " No..! Jin croaked out, face pale. No! You said you had to punish him through me..! "But I can't hurt my baby, Jin I have to hurt him " He said. Kojurou furrowed his brows."I'll take whatever you have planned, Masamune." No..! Jin looked to Kojurou. I can t lose you...! She hadn t even realized she was losing consciousness until she was passed out, the combination of blood loss and pain doing her in. Masamune beat Kojurou within an inch of his life, only stopping because he didn't want him to die just yet. He hadn't suffered enough. Jin would be in and out of consciousness, unable to force herself awake any longer. Sometimes she would be out for hours, sometimes only minutes. The pain in her legs only got worse, and soon they were so terribly bruised they almost looked black. How long was I out this time..? She asked Kojurou groggily when she finally realized she was awake again. "Three...maybe four hours..." Kojurou replied. He was a mess from head to toe, covered in scars and bruises, "I've nearly lost my sense of time...Masamune keeps it so dark in here and he's broken the clocks..." Jin had chains wrapped tightly around her broken ankles, locked in place with a heavy padlock and connected to the old furnace across the room from Kojurou. He could hear her labored breathing, just barely make out her shape across the room on the floor. I can t... I can t feel my legs anymore... She said quietly, feeling like she had come down with a fever. "It'll be ok...don't panic..." He told her soothingly, "We'll get out of this together, with our baby...I promise.." Jin knew they would more than likely end up dead once she gave birth to her child, that they were on borrowed time. Kojurou... She didn t want to say it, didn t want to have to say it. "No," he stated firmly, "no, I swear to you that we will make it out of this alright. Do you trust me?" Jin swallowed and nodded. I do. She whispered, even though she was terrified, terrified that her child would go on without true parents. "Then trust me when I say we'll make it..." He told her gently, "please..." She nodded her head again, but she couldn t help but worry. Masamune kept her locked in the same room with Kojurou for the most part, and kept Jin fed daily, wanting to be sure the child would live and grow healthy, but Kojurou got very little food and water. Jin tried to hide and save food for him, but once Masamune found out, he knocked out a molar he kicked her so hard. From then on he would sit and watch her eat, make sure she ate everything he gave her.More time passed and she could no longer count how many days she had been locked up, but her feet had turned black and smelled rancid, and her fever only got worse. "Dear, oh dear..." Masamune muttered, "your legs are irredeemable at this point...I may have to chop them off..." Jin glared at him weakly, bags under her eyes. You re the one who did this to my legs..! She pointed out, her frustration showing through. Cut them off, and I ll bleed out in minutes..! You ll kill my child..! He gave a thoughtful noise, "Well, if I cut them off at once, yeah... but I think I know what to do " You aren t a surgeon..! She argued. You ll kill me and my child! She was getting upset now, but was too weak from the infection in her crushed legs to do much. "It's either that or you both die anyway." He said, "Really, it's a lose lose for you, hm?" Jin wasn t going to tell him to go ahead with the surgery, and she wouldn t beg him not to either way he d do what he wanted. She tried to swallow the truth of becoming a triple amputee, but she knew it would only be for a short while, for once her child was born, she d be killed. Just don t hurt him. Was all she managed out through clenching her teeth to hold back her nausea. "I won't, I promise " He said, "I've been reading I know what to do " Jin only pressed her lips together, turning her head away and closing her eyes. She was shaking so hard, the chains around her broken ankles rattled audibly, fighting her tears. If I do as you say... will you give Kojurou more food? He s too weak and hurt to recover if you keep going at a pace like this..! Masamune gave a hum as he thought about it. "Mm...I guess you're right...I can't have fun with him if he's always passing out..." Jin was so worried for Kojurou, he had only been falling unconscious more often and more easily, it scared her to death to be alone. Then please feed him more..! I ll do as you say..! "Alright, alright, alright, stop screeching at me..." He muttered, "I'll feed him more food..." After that, Jin was no longer chained in the same room with Kojurou, moved to a separate room and strapped down to a bed. The room itself was large and dark, but the area around the bed was lit by large lights, blinding her to anything outside the area around the bed. It looked like something out of a horror movie, the bed surrounded by all assorted kinds of medical equipment, from tables of surgical tools to heart monitors and a ventilator. She broke out in a cold sweat as Masamune secured the thick leather straps over her chest, stomach, and hips, putting her one hand in the wrist cuff before securing her broken ankles into the cuffs as well. At this point, she was only wearing her shirt and underwear, having her pants cut from her body so he could access her legs. "Unfortunately, I can't give you a whole lot of morphine it'll hurt our baby, you know "Our baby.Hearing that made her skin crawl. Jin only looked at him with wild eyes, her fear building and wanting to escape her as a scream, but she held it in. Where had he gotten all of this? Had he stolen it all? And why did he have it? Was it specifically for her? She wanted to vomit, closing her eyes to keep herself from doing so, as the room had started spinning. "What...?" He asked, "Mego doesn't need it anymore, so it's all gathering dust.." It was for Megohime? "She's real unhappy but...well, it's for the best.." Megohime didn t deserve what she got... But this isn t how you make things right..! She protested quietly. Her skin was pale, bags under her eyes, and she was sweating profusely. "If we don't hurry, you'll get blood poisoning " He chimed and gave her a small shot of morphine and hummed as he went to work. She winced when he stuck her arm with the needle, the morphine not taking long to take affect. She watched him with hazy eyes, trying to keep her head clear. Was he not even going to give her local anesthesia? The morphine would take the edge off, but it certainly wouldn t stop the pain of cutting into her legs. "Let me see...where's that..." He muttered to himself before getting another bottle and syringe, filling it and giving that to her, too, "Now...count backwards from ten " He sounded giddy and excited. Jin could only stare at Masamune in fear, quickly feeling herself fading from consciousness as the drugs circled through her system, leaving her in an inky blackness. When she came to, there was a faint throbbing in her legs and she dared not look. She was alone in the room, the lights off so she could rest. Jin knew that her legs were gone, but being strapped down still, she was unable to completely face her reality. She cried silently as she laid on the table, wishing Kojurou was there to comfort her. Once she was well enough to get out of bed, Masamune brought her back to where he had kept her and Kojurou. And Kojurou did his best to soothe Jin and assure her things would be ok. Masamune seemed to mellow out a lot ever since. He was cooing at Jin's stomach every chance he got, talking to the fetus inside her like he hadn't a care in the world. Jin let him do as he wanted, let him listen to her swollen belly, and even touch it, ignoring him and blocking out everything as he talked to her child, calling it his. Her physical health improved since her legs had been amputated, leaving her with only one limb, and her wrist was chained to the radiator like her ankles had been before. She couldn t tell how much time had passed, couldn t tell if it was day or night, entirely cut off from the outside world. She could feel her mental health starting to deteriorate, laying numbly on the floor for hours, and what else was she supposed to do? Masamune only came in to feed them and visit the baby, giving her nothing to do, nothing to look at but the dark room they were in. She stopped eating, stopped drinking water, depression ravaging her and leaving her mostly unresponsive on the floor, she couldn t even use the toilet without Masamune assisting her the entire time, humiliating her even further. "Jin," Kojurou called softly, "please, you have to eat. Do not have me watch you wither away. I will not become Masamune." Jin lay unmoving, staring blankly ahead of her, unresponsive to Kojurou s pleas. She wanted to have the drive to fight on, but it felt as though a heavy weight had been placed on top of her, keeping her from moving an inch. "Jin,please..." He pleaded, "Please eat something...""Jin !" Masamune sang, "Are you excited ? It's almost your due date " Jin shut her eyes at the sound of Masamune s voice, tears rolling down her cheeks. This was the third day in a row that she hadn t touched a single meal, not even taking a sip of water. What a wasteful, rude woman. You spent your time and energy preparing that meal, and she hasn t even touched it.Again. Megohime scowled as she crouched beside Jin, glaring down at her with hate. You should punish her. "Punish her...?" Masamune asked, "How...? Jin, you made Mego mad..." Well you can t kill her yet, our child is inside her.. She stared down at Jin with an unreadable expression. Why not take her last arm? She doesn t really need it, she won t be alive for much longer. She stood and stepped over Jin. Just destroy everything she doesn t need to keep our child alive He nodded quickly, "Ok! Oh! Actually, can I phone a friend, Mego? She'll still make Jin suffer!" He said. Sure do as you please Megohime said with a warm smile. Masamune smiled fron ear to ear and hurried off to phone this friend of his. Kojurou became panicked, trying desperately to reach Jin now. Jin seemed to have given in, become accepting of her fate on borrowed time. She only listened to Kojurou struggle to get to her, laying on the floor like she was already a corpse. "Jin, please...now is our chance to go. If I can just get my hands free, I can carry you out and we can go to the CCG..." He told her quickly, trying to worm his hands out of the rope. He still had thoughts of escape? Even after all this time? She really was pathetic, giving up so easily, letting herself be ruled by her emotions so strongly. She opened her eyes and looked to Kojurou. We can t both leave here... And I have no legs, Kojurou.. No, no, no. What was she saying? What was she implying? You have to leave. Alone. If you do, you ll be able to bring back help. He shook his head and tugged harder at his ropes, "I'm not leaving you here, do you understand? Even if I have to break my wrists, I will not leave you here alone." Kojurou...! She kept her voice as quiet as she could, tears leaking down her face steadily. If you take me with you, he will come after us immediately. I ll be safe until the child is born, but you can t take me with you..! Look at the condition you re in..! Neither of us would make it! She brought her chained hand forward. I m not bound by ropes, and you do not have the key or means to break the chains..! He was almost it tears, "I cannot leave you with that madman." He whispered, "Please, I would never forgive myself.." Go. She ground out through her teeth. Whoever he s calling over might be closer than we want, we don t know how much time we have left! She wanted to scream and cry, hit him and push him out the door herself. I won t forgive you if you don t try to save our son! Even if that means throwing me away! He clenched his jaw tight before pushing himself up and trying to pull his hands free of the ropes. Your thumbs, dislocate them and you ll be able to pull your hands free.. She instructed, staying on the floor, as sitting up required her to put weight on the freshly healing stumps of her legs, causing her a great deal of pain. He nodded and with a strangled grunt dislocated his thumbs, pulling his hands free and sloppily untying his legs. Jin let out a relieved sigh, glad she had gotten Kojurou to listen. Please hurry, I don t think I ll be safe for very long.. She gave a sad smile. I d like to be able to see our son. "I promise I'll come back..." He said and kissed her gently, maybe for the last time. Jin nodded, touching his cheek briefly with her bruised hand, then watched him leave through the tears forming in her eyes. As Kojurou opened the door, Masamune rushed out and grabbed him by the neck, throwing him almost through the living room wall."Don't be fucking rude!!" He yelled. Kojurou!! Jin pushed herself up the best she could with one arm and no legs, eyes wide. Had Masamune been waiting outside the room the whole time? "You aren't allowed to leave when we have a guest coming over." Masamune hissed, "How did you even get out of the rope?" Please don t hurt him! I told him how to get out! Jin struggled to move to the end of her chain, wanting to protect Kojurou from Masamune s wrath. Masamune's crazed gaze landed on her."How could you? Aftet I did what you asked for him? You tried to help him escape?" He didn't sound happy. You re going to kill him..! She barely managed out through her teeth, unable to tell if Kojurou was even ok now. "Ok?" He didn't seem bothered, "What's the problem?" She had no words for him, there was no arguing or screaming, it didn t matter, he was completely and mentally gone. She only pulled hard on the chains, crying out of frustration. Masamune moved to Kojurou and started punching him as hard as he could, the dove trying desperately to block his punches. Jin screamed and pulled on the chain so hard, she felt her shoulder threaten to pop out of its socket. Stop it! Please, stop it! Masamune looked up at her and scowled softly, "What, what's wrong?" You rekillinghim! That s what s wrong! She snarled out through her tears. "I'm just punching him..." He said, sounding like a confused child being scolded by his mother. Kojurou's face was a bloody mess, his breathing coming out as gasps. He isn t a ghoul! She snapped at him, like she was in any sort of position to argue with him. He blinked and looked down at Kojurou before raising his fist to punch him again. But there was a knock and Masamune dropped him."Our guest!" He cheered. Jin ignored Masamune as he scampered out of the room to the door, trying to reach Kojurou. Kojurou, can you hear me..? Kojurou groaned softly, his nose gushing blood and his eyes already swollen."Aw, Mune kun, you've already had so much fun without me.." That voice. Jin could recognize it anywhere. Her appearance may have chanhed but she could recognize Akihime anywhere. Jin looked up at the woman who entered the room, feeling her heart sink. Why was she here? Why had Masamune called her in? "Don't rough up Jin too much, Aki, ok? She has my baby " Masamune said. Akihime gave Masamune a sad knowing gaze."Oh, Mune kun...you poor thing..." She muttered. Masamune blinked before shaking his head."Promise not to rough her too bad?""I promise.." She ll kill the baby..! She argued, glaring up at Masamune, too tired and weak to even cry anymore. "Oh, Jin chan I won't kill either of you " Akihime smiled as she moved toward her, "But I will make things very unpleasant I have to repay you for taking Yuki from me he thinks I'm a monster now did you know that ?" You did that yourself! She snapped at Akihime. You tortured him, held him hostage! "I didn't torture him.." She said, scowling softly, "There's a fine line between torture and punishment.." Punishing the person you claim to love using physical and mental abuse? She sneered out. It isn t something normal, healthy people do. And please tell me how raping someone for a reward isn t torture? "I didn't rape him." She stated lowly, "He gave full consent." That seemed to upset Akihime more than the abuse did. The consent of one not mentally capable of making that decision isn t valid! She argued. She scowled more and stood, "Are you saying I made him mentally unstable? I made him happy. Heloved me!" You made him love you, the only thing left now is your own delusion. Jin said, tone relatively even, but it was clear she had disgust in her eyes. "I loved him! He meant everything to me, he was all I had!" She was becoming unstable herself, tears filling her eyes, "And you took him away from me!!" She yelled and her kagune shot out, wrapping tight around Jin's neck. Jin grunted and ground her teeth as she was lifted off the floor by her neck, wincing in pain. Wefreedhim from you..! At the rate you were using him, you would ve killed him..! "No, I wouldn't have! I did love him, and I stopped putting my hands on him negatively! I wanted to be with him forever but you took that from me! You took away my only joy!!" Her kagune squeezed tighter as her tears poured down her cheeks, "I'd twist your head off like a grape if Mune didn't need your bastard child." Jin s face grew red as her oxygen was cut off, and the blood flow to her brain cut off. She couldn t talk anymore, black at the edges of her vision, not even able to kick or try and pull the kagune loose. She dropped her and scowled, "Dear, oh dear. No legs to break. Only this one little arm." She remarked before twisting her kagune together and slamming them down on Jin's arm. Jin s throat was so raw from screaming, she only managed to barely let out a hoarse scream as her arm broke. She was still light headed, unable to see clearly, a feeling of nausea coming over her. "Mm. Not nearly as loud as I would have liked." Akihime scowled, "How rude." Jin lay on the floor, unmoving except for her heaving chest, wanting desperately to sleep. She was so tired, her body was so tired, she couldn t take it anymore. "Wakey wakey " Masamune called, slapping her cheek. Jin hadn t even realized she had fallen asleep, peeling her eyes open and looking to Masamune without a word, pain and heat radiating from her broken arm. "We should probably splint that before you lose it too " He smiled, "Gosh, that would be awful wait here." He stood and left in a hurry, leaving her and Kojurou at Akihime's mercy. Jin only closed her eyes, feeling dizzy, heart pounding in her chest. She felt dizzy, and she was worried about the baby, worried how it was developing. "I hope you know that after the child is born, I'm going to kill you." She stated."You will do no such thing.." Kojurou wheezed. Akihime smacked him hard with her kagune,launching him backward."I wasn't talking to you." Jin didn t say anything to Akihime, didn t even look at her in reaction to her threats. Killing me won t make him love you. She said quietly. "He doesn't love me anyway, no thanks to you." She hissed, moving and stepping on her chest, "What do I care now? Going back to him would just waste time and effort and risk my wellbeing. I havenothing." Jin looked up at her, expression tired, but calm. You did all of that yourself... You re just too inside your own head to see that. "I didn't do anything!!" Akihime screamed and her kagune shot out to pierce Jin but Masamune's own kagune stopped it."Aki, no! You promised!" He said quickly. It was Megohime s kagune, the same familiar pronged teal tails she had. Jin only closed her eyes again, tired, at the end of her rope and in pain. Akihime moved away and let Masamune splint Jin's arm."Why did you call me over if I can't kill her yet?" She asked. Masamune made a noise."Cuz...well, to make Mego happy...I didn't want to cause Jin any more harm yet...""Megohime is dead." Akihime spat out. Jin had been feeling terrible cramps for days now, and she could tell right away something was wrong. She had done her best to hide it up until that point, figuring it was stress that was causing her pain, but she also knew it had to do with her child. She tried to block out Masamune and Akihime as they talked, but the pain was making it hard to focus on one thing. She felt her underwear growing steadily wet it wasn t much, but enough to cause concern. Blood soaked her underwear, her pain only slowly increasing. "Something's wrong.." Akihime noted flatly, glancing toward Jin, "I smell blood.""Blood??" Masamune looked concered, "Jin, are you ok?" Jin s face was turning red with effort, and her brow was creased and sweaty. She looked like she was in pain, and when she let out a breath, more blood seeped through her underwear. "Contractions? This early?" Masamune asked, "Oh no...oh no, is the baby ok?""Masamune, she has to go to the hospital." Kojurou stated, trying to keep his voice level. Jin tried to let out another steady breath, but it turned into a wail of pain, body shaking as more blood soaked through her underwear, sweat breaking out across her body. Why was she goin into labor so soon? Was she miscarrying? "Just let her die." Akihime muttered."She needs a doctor!" Kojurou argued. Masamune made a soft whining sound before removing Jin's lower clothing."What are you doing?!""If she's going into labor then we can't obstruct anything...!" Masamune sais, voice heavy with panic. Jin was clearly in pain, groaning and crying out as more blood formed a puddle beneath her was she having contractions? What was going on? Was the baby dying? This wasn t in the birthing book Masamune had read. He was already having a panic attack, not sure what needed to be done. But he couldn't take her to the hospital, then he wouldn't get the baby and Akihime wouldn't get to kill Jin herself."M...Maybe I need to...cut it out...?""Take her to the fucking hospital, Masamune!!" Kojurou yelled. N No..! You ll hurt it..! Jin barely managed out, dripping sweat, trying her best to keep her breathing even, but her condition wasn t improving. "I'm sorry...I'll be super careful.." Masamune said and hurried to get what he needed. Jin clenched her teeth and groaned, her body trying again and again to push, but only blood came out. Masamune came back with a bunch of various knives and towels and bottles of pain killers, "Just breathe, Jin...it'll be ok...!" Jin looked pale, skin clammy and her heart beating out of her chest, clenching her fist even with a broken arm. Y You don t know where to cut..! You ll cut the baby too..! "No, I won't. I've been doing a lot of reading when I let you rest." He stated, "Just shush." Jin felt tears on her face, doing her best to not cry in pain, only shaking her head in protest. Masamune was remarkably steady and careful with what he was doing, giving Jin the proper pain killers so it would only be a dull pain. Jin could feel the blood drip down her belly as he cut her open, feel him opening her up, and soon she started to feel woozy. She looked to Kojurou, feeling like every inch of her body was numb. He looked destroyed, "I It's ok, Jin...it'll be ok...I'm right here..." What could honestly be done at this point? All he could do was hope Masamune wouldn't kill Jin. ..sorry... sorry... Was all she was able to mumble out as Masamune dig into her guts to get to her womb. She was losing blood steadily, and she was growing alarmingly pale. He shook his head, wanting to be as close to her as he could, "No, no, don't be sorry...you'll be ok, I promise.." Jin kept feeling a painful pressure on her lower stomach, then the feeling of emptiness. It was becoming hard to just keep her eyes open at this point.The child in Masamune s hands was so tiny, purple and wrinkly, covered in blood and not making a single noise. Was it dead? No, he had read babies born early sometimes needed to be stimulated into crying. He carefully held it against his chest and gave a soft spank on his little butt, hoping it was enough to get him to cry. He felt the baby start to move, and heard it fussing, the umbilical cord still attached to Jin, whose condition was only getting worse as she lay on the ground slowly bleeding out. "Hey, hey! There we go...!" Masamune smiled, cutting the cord and wrapping the baby. Akihime scowled."So I can kill her now?" She asked. Masamune said nothing, only watching the baby boy in his arms. Akihime scowled more and moved toward Jin, kagune fanning out behind her. Jin was too out of it to realize Akihime was moving across the room to kill her, still laying on the floor, belly sliced open and guts pulled out of her stomach and into her lap. Akihime poised her kagune to drive into Jin and finish the job but something slammed into her, digging into her stomach and twisting around her guts. Masamune's kagune pressed into her, the barbs fishing around before he ripped out what he wanted Akihime's kakuhou."Y You son of a...bitch...""Sorry, I need to borrow this." Masamune said before moving to put it into Jin. Jin stared blankly at Kojurou, tears still slowly rolling down her face as her blank eyes met his, clear she was very close to passing away. "J Jin, no, please don't die..." Kojurou begged. Masamune took the kakuhou and the rest of Jin's organs and tried to fit them all neatly together."She'll be fine...don't worry.." Jin was barely breathing, could barely see even with her eyes open, couldn t even hear anything. Her body was heavy, but she no longer felt any pain. She saw Kojurou s lips move, but she couldn t tell what he was saying. Masamune made sure everything was in place and started to sew her up, "Don't worry...soon you'll be a ghoul and you won't have to worry about dying ever again ""You bastard!!" Kojurou yelled and Masamune jumped a bit. Jin didn t seem like she was going to make it, even with the kakuhou Masamune had shoved into her, eyes lifeless, and barely getting out a raspy breath. "Maybe I did it wrong?" Masamune asked."Give her a moment.." Akihime said, healed up and incredibly annoyed. Her shallow breathing would stop, then start again, her dead eyes staring at Kojurou as she struggled, clinging to life by a thread. Kojurou could do nothing but apologize to her, crying softly as he watched her die. She grew still before Kojurou, staring blankly into his eyes Kojurou couldn t even hold Jin as she died, bleeding to death and sliced open on a cold and dirty floor. He wailed and pressed his face into the floor as tears just poured from his eyes."What had she done, Masamune...?! What had she done to you?!""It was to make you understand what sending Mego away did to me." Masamune answered. That s right He had to know, had to know just how it felt You ve done really well Masamune Megohime praised in his ear, holding him gently. Lets finish this She cooed. He nodded slowly and his kagune shot out from his back, "Y...Yeah...finish it..." What was he doing? Jin was dead, was he going to mutilate her now? Hadn t she been through enough? Couldn t he just leave her body to rest in peace? That s right Finish all of this, and then we can raise our boy Megohime smiled. Kojurou was horrified to see the corpse of his girlfriend violated by Masamune's kagune, so utterly destroyed that he actually vomited. This was far too much for Kojurou, head spinning from stress, dehydration, and starvation. Jin was dead and mutilated, his son in the hands of a ghoul. He blacked out a few times, unable to keep himself conscious from the stress his body was pushed through.It felt like an eternity before both Akihime and Masamune caught the scent of humans. And a lot of them."I'm not dealing with them again. You're on your own." She hissed and left quickly. Masamune held the baby securely before he rushed off as well. They were too late, they were far too late. Jin was dead, his son gone, and so were the culprits who tortured them. "Katakura sosakan is still alive!" Called one investigator. He was fading in and out still. There was no point for him to keep going now. They should just let him die. Get the ropes off of him! Voices floated in and out of his head, to worn down mentally and physically to open his eyes. Careful, he s got broken ribs, and it sounds like his right lungs collapsed. We ll stabilize him on the way to the hospital. Kawabe sosakan... Appears to have perished, there s no sign of anyone else in the home. "Take her so we can give her her last rites." Mitsunari ordered calmly, "We will ask Katakura about who did this when he comes to." The investigators on the scene had covered Jin in a blanket, giving her some bit of decency, most too disturbed by her body s current state. As the coroners picked up Jin s body to put her into a body bag, they froze. Mitsunari sosakan! The head coroner looked to him with wide eyes. She s still alive! She has a pulse! How could that be? The entire room was nearly coated in her blood, surely she had bled out entirely before they had arrived. Mitsunari moved over, brows furrowed, "How weak is it? Will she make it to the hospital?" It s weak... But it it seems to be getting stronger.. The man had pulled the sheet away from her face, keeping the rest of her covered. Call for the medic team. He ordered his assistant, who nodded and ran off right away. "What incredible resolve she has.." Mitsunari muttered, "When she's stable, get her out of here." The coroner nodded, only leaving to make way for the medical team that came to assess her physical condition, and if she d survive the journey to the hospital or not. It wasn t long before Mitsunari was called back over, Jin on a stretcher with an oxygen mask over her mouth, and multiple IV s in her neck. Mitsunari sosakan... I think you need to see this.. The medic said nervously, taking out his pen light and peeling back one of Jin s eyes. What Mitsunari saw when the medic flashed the light in her eye was more than disturbing. Angry red veins, black sclera, and a red iris. We also found that she had been cut open recently... We suspect that a kakuhou was implanted within her. Mitsunari looked relatively unhappy with this news. "Get her set up in Cochlea with a doctor, keep her reported as KIA..." He had a solemn look on his face, but nodded, the medical team taking her out of the house and loading her into the coroners van. She was taken to cochlea as instructed, still unconscious with weak vitals, but they were slowly improving. Mitsunari frowned faintly and stayed to supervise the rest of the investigation of the estate before everyone left. Jin felt like she was sinking in an inky blackness, falling slowly, deeper and deeper down into the abyss of nothingness. It was cold, yet she felt nothing, just letting herself fall. She could hear noises around her, but they were too distorted by the darkness to understand. She couldn t remember anything, yet she hadn t forgotten, having no thoughts or feelings at all, simply in a single state of existence consciousness. "...stable...""Ghoulification...going to do...""Keep...serveillance...see what...do..."She could hear but not hear, there were so many voice talking. Her body was too heavy to move, even if she wanted to try and claw her way out of the darkness, even if she could think of wanting to do so.Conversations floated by on occasion, voices she thought she remembered, and some she couldn t remember at all, and then one day, she started to ascend from the darkness. It was like floating back up to the surface of a pool, finally breaking through the surface and into air once more as her eyes slowly opened. "She's awake! Call Ishida sousakan!""H Hai!""Kawabe sousakan? Can you hear me?" The doctor asked. Jin s hearing still felt off, but she slowly moved her eyes to try and find the voice. She saw the face of the person who had spoken to her, staring at him for a moment before trying to speak. She only nodded, too tired to speak much. Where was she? Was she alive, or was this hell? "Good, good. Please don't be alarmed, but you are in Cochlea. You're being held here merely for observation." He told her. Observation..? She managed out, feeling like her throat was raw. Why was she under observation? She was in cochlea? The last thing she remembered was... That was right, she was held captive by Masamune, he took her legs, took her child, took Kojurou. Tears welled up in her eyes. My... son...? Kojurou..? "We...could not find your son," he said solemnly, "Katakura sousakan is in the hospital, however. I'm told they finally got him stable." She could only nod, throat tight from the tears she was fighting off. She was too afraid to ask why she was there just yet, and the doctor seemed to avoid her question the first time. "We...noticed before you were brought here that you were in the beginning stages of developing a kakugan..." He told her, "And upon further analysis, we've discovered that you were given a kakuhou.." Jin pressed her lips together, it being the farthest thing from what she wanted to hear at that moment. She couldn t think about it. Didn t want to. Have they started the search for my son? She asked quietly. Who s leading the search? "We were going to question Katakura when he regains consciousness and we will do what we can.." He replied. You have to start looking now..! She looked to the doctor, worry in her eyes, one of which was still activated as a kakugan. A dangerous man has him..! He s premature, he needs a doctor..! "We will look for him,Kawabe sousakan, please relax." He said. Someone cleared their throat and the doctor saw it was Mitsunari. He left the two alone and Mitsunari moved to her."Welcome back, Kawabe.." Mitsunari said. Jin looked to Mitsunari, still having bags under her eyes, skin pale from having lost so much blood, even after multiple transfusions. Mitsunari sosakan,please, waiting to question Kojurou will only allow my son to be taken farther away..! "We need to know who held you both hostage." He told her, "We cannot look for someone with nothing to go on." Jin knew she wasn t thinking clearly, knew that her panic was taking over. Kojurou s relative. She said after a deep breath. Date Masamune. "Date Masamune is dead." He told her, "You know that, Jin. Perhaps your stress put Masamune's face on your assailant." I m very much mentally competent. He salive, and he s a ghoul. Jin wasn t very big on jokes, especially so when it was such a serious matter. He was involved with Tamura, had a relationship with her, and now he s got her kagune. "Are you saying she had her kakuhou put into him?" He asked, "Which brings me to another topic. You're a half ghoul now. Do you know the name of the ghoul who gave you their kakuhou?" Jin didn t want to believe it, didn t want for his words to be true, didn t want to be a ghoul. No, I don t know. She managed out through clenched teeth. I only remember going into labor.. "Jin," Mitsunari moved the blanket and showed her nearly completely healed arms and legs. He didn't say anything more, just let it sink in. Jin stared down at the limbs that had regrown, the broken arm that was whole again. She felt bile rise in her throat and she had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep herself from vomiting. Kill me. She managed out from behind her hand, trying to keep her breathing steady. Mitsunari, kill me. "I cannot do that." He told her, dropping the blanket gently, "We can still use you. You're still useful to the CCG." Useful? She managed to keep the bile down, looking to Mitsunari. I ve been turned into a ghoul, you know what that means, don t you? He remained silent, as if he didn't feel like answering her childish question. How would they even allow for me to live? I m an abomination. She growled out bitterly, clenching her fist as she stared at her lap. To what purpose do they find me useful? "We've been working on a project to implement half ghouls for special incursions." He told her, "You would still be incredibly useful." She stared at her lap for a moment further before gently putting her head in her hands. And what of Kojurou? What will you tell him of me? "For now, he will believe that you were killed. Until we can get everything in order." He told her, "We will find Masamune and your son. For now, focus on your continued recovery." Jin knew this wound hurt Kojurou deeply, and as for her son, she didn t want to wait. There was no other choice. She nodded. Yes, Mitsunari sosakan. She said softly, closing her eyes and rubbing her face before laying back. He nodded and left the room without another word. Kojurou was going to be grieving for so long. All of the nurses gave Kojurou pitying glances when they thought he wasn t looking, spoke to him gently. He had only just woken up, but he knew he was alone. His son was taken, and his love dead, slaughtered by the person whom he had thought was his family. Kojurou didn't eat much, he didn't like eating anymore. The thought made him nauseous. Why was he allowed to live? Why didn't Masamune just kill him too? Or why not have Akihime do it? He hardly slept because of the nightmares he had rewatching Jin die every time he fell asleep. So he just didn't. He just wanted to die. Be with Jin in enternal peace. He felt so alone. Every time Kojurou asked if he could see her body, he was given some excuse why he couldn t he wasn t ready to get up out of bed yet, he shouldn t push himself why wouldn t they let him see her body? Had something else happened to her body? Was her corpse in a worse state than before? He even had a representative of the CCG come to him for burial plans. It was all so stressful. Way too stressful for him to handle. The only one he could really talk to in the facility was Yukimura. And even then, he didn't really talk. He just wanted someone who wasn't giving him pills to be there with him. But he was starting to break. He had nothing left, nothing holding him to that world. His son was in the hands of the lunatic who killing the love of his life, mutilated and killed her before his very eyes was his son bound to suffer the same fate? Jin has struggled to the very end to try and save their son, and after everything she endured, she never even got to see or hold her own child. Their child had no name, they had still been deciding when they were taken, and now he had no parents. How was this fair? Kojurou decided that there was no point. He wrote a letter detailing who it was that held them hostage and why and that he had his only child, and he pleaded for them to look for the baby. He begged forgiveness, but he just couldn't stand the heartache and shame any further. The only honorable thing to do now was to kill himself. He tugged off the cotton shirt he was given and grabbed a knife he had stolen while he was allowed out of his room. He sat on his knees and took a deep breath, ready to finally make his peace. It was a painful decision, but it was far more painful not to go to Jin. He had failed to keep his promise to her, she had died in agony, cut up and in a pool of her own blood. She hadn t deserved that kind of death, she hadn t deserved to suffer in the way she had, enduring everything she could until she could no longer. He had to atone for his shortcomings, and for his broken promises to her. He knew she would scold him, would cry if she were to witness such an act, but she wasn t there to witness it anyway. "Please forgive me, Jin...this is the only way that I can make up for what I've done." He muttered and grabbed the knife, bringing it close to his belly. He took a deep breath and drove the knife in with force, doing his best to disembowel hinself but the held of the blade was immediately slick with blood. The pain was barely even an ache compared to the hole in his heart, only feeling discomfort at the blade jaggedly cutting through his flesh with his unsteady grip. Blood poured from the gash in his gut, innards spilling out and before he knew it, he had collapsed forward from blood loss.The noises were faint, but he could ve sworn he heard a scream, rapid talking and then hands on him. Was this it? Was this death? A pseudo consciousness where he would only remain in limbo forever? Or had his actions of atonement not been enough? Perhaps this was how he was supposed to attone. So close to reunite with Jin yet still so far away. Fitting,considering how close he had been to her while she suffered. He would learn to endure it. Even if it took eternity. Was this the despair that Jin felt in her final moments? No, in all of the moments she spent suffering up until her death? What about now? Was she at peace? Was she still suffering? waking up, please inform Mitsunari sosakan..! Waking up? Who was talking, what did they mean? He could vaguely hear the sound if an EKG, and he became depressed all over again. He forced his eyes open and looked around. Of course he was in the hospital. Of course someone had found him in time. That was his luck now. He tried to sit up but another nurse stopped him."Please don't move, you'll reopen your wound!" Why couldn t they have let him die? Why wouldn t they let him go be happy? This whole situation was miserable, through and through. The door opened and he looked over when he saw Mitsunari enter."I'm told you tried to commit seppuku...rather old fashioned, if I may say so." He remarked. Kojurou just looked miserable and tired."Please let me die." He pleaded softly. Mitsunari shook his head and waved out the nurses."I cannot.""Why?" Kojurou forced out, "Why not?""Because we are looking for your son. And Jin is alive." He stated. Kojurou's eyes widened. Alive? There was no way she was alive, he saw the light fade from her eyes, he had seen how much blood she had lost was he trying to make a cruel joke? "She's been turned into a ghoul.." Mitsunari told him. Kojurou felt tears burn in his eyes and he looked away. That's right, Masamune had ripped out Akihime's kakuhou and put it inside Jin. He had hoped the process would fail so she wouldn't be cursed with such a life. But he was sort of glad to hear she was alive. If Jin had survived, then why did everyone think she was dead? Why was he told she was dead? It didn t make sense. "Why keep her survival a secret...?" Kojurou asked weakly. Mitsunari made a noise."She will be admitted into a new program we're developing to be better equipped at fighting the ghouls." He answered. Kojurou took a breath."Will I see her again...?""Eventually. Right now she is still recovering and will begin training." Jin s training was hard, harder than her training in the academy, far harder. Her RC cell rate was just above ten thousand, and using her kagune was hard, draining her strength quickly and making her lose control. Her body healed quickly, but the pain stayed the same, the stress of forcing herself to her limit again and again only receiving minor results. It left her angry and frustrated. Fighting with her Quinque was easy, in fact, her reflexes and agility had increased along with her speed, but she felt it didn t make up for her inability to use her kagune for more than five minutes without losing control. Akihime's kakuja was not being kind to Jin, Mitsunari noticed. It would be difficult for her to really keep control. But he knew she would overcome, one way or another. When the kakuja would form, it would pierce into Jin s flesh, wrap around her body until it was strangling her and nearly breaking bones, it only further droves the madness it brought with it. It was an unsightly giant of a kagune, nine tails sprouting from her back that almost seemed to have a mind of their own. It was beginning to get out of hand, the RC supressants were doing little to stop the kakuja from nearly killing Jin. Mitsunari was beginning to run out of ideas. Jin did her best to fight the transformation, but it always overpowered her. Jin ground her teeth, the angry red veins around her left eye growing larger as her kakuja slowly started to form. She was sparring with Mitsunari again, trying to push her limits, trying to increase the time she could increase using her kakuja. Mitsunari sosakan... I m at my limit.. He made a noise and stood down, though he kept his quinque ready, "Do you think you can force it down?" He asked. Jin shook her head in uncertainty, feeling the barbed protrusions crawling up her back. I will try. She said, trying to focus on controlling her Kagune before she lost full control. He watched quietly, ready to subdue her if he needed to. She was getting more and more unpredictable, and he knew it wasn't her doing. Kakuja were equally as unpredictable. Jin struggles with herself for a moment, then dropped to a knee clutching her face as more spikes burst forward from her back. I It s no use...! I I ll need more suppressant! He pulled out his gun and shot her several times with RC suppressants. But he didn't think it would be any help at this point. Each shot hit her square in the chest, but moments later, she was on her feet again and in a dead sprint for Mitsunari. The look in her eyes showed she was gone once more, her tails twisting behind her in preparations to attack him. He took a stance, hand hovering over his odachi, before he gave one swift lightning fast slash and sheathed his quinque with a click. Jin's head flung to the floor from the momentum her body had from the sprint she had made to get to him. Her kagune broke apart immediately, body collapsing to the floor in a heap at his feet as her head rolled backward. Her hair scattered around her, cut along with her neck. It wouldn t kill her, not right away anyway, but the research and development lab needed to make her a stronger suppressant if she wanted to keep her head. Mitsunari moved out of the room and informed the researchers, who were horrified to hear what he had to do to subdue her. But they cleaned her up anyway and moved to let her heal in her room. Jin woke with disappointment, knowing Mitsunari had to use lethal force to subdue her once again. She was failing miserably to control herself, and every time she failed, it only further solidified her feelings that she needed to be put down. "Domo, Kawabe sosakan...!" One of the scientists greeted, "Good to see you're conscious again...!" How long was I out this time..? Jin asked groggily, her body feeling heavy, and neck stiff. "A day! Your regeneration is incredible!" She remarked brightly. This didn t bring Jin any joy. So I m assuming even the new sedatives had little affect on me, huh? She murmured, finding her wrists and ankles to be secured to the bed. Is Mitsunari sosakan uninjured? "Yes! He is safe and unharmed but very concerned about your progress! He has requested we try and make something much stronger to help counteract the kakuja." She replied. Jin nodded in agreement, looking back up at the ceiling. Please do.. She requested softly. "Hai. Your next meal will be here in a couple hours time, please continue to rest, Kawabe sosakan.." She said and bowed before leaving. Jin always had to choke down her meal, knowing it more than likely didn t contain human flesh, but the fact that it was something that simulated such bothered her deeply. She ate as she was asked of though, doing her best to work with the CCG. It felt like an endless cycle of training and eating and resting that she didn't really know how much time had passed."Kawabe sosakan," the young woman entered her room, "you have a guest.." Jin looked up from the book she had, having been given many amenities while locked up as to keep her from going stir crazy. A guest? She asked, taking her glasses off and rubbing her tired eyes. She nodded and stepped aside to let the person in. Kojurou stepped in slowly, as if he wasn't fully prepared. He wasn't, regardless of how much he psyched himself up."I'll leave you two alone.." She said and left quietly. Jin looked to Kojurou with wide eyes, then quickly turned her head away to hide her constantly active kakugan. It was shameful for anyone to see her like that, let alone Kojurou. She had been in such a pitiful state before she died, she had given away their only child, and now she was a monster, surely he hated her? "You really are alive..." Kojurou muttered before he moved over to her a little too quickly. Jin kept her head turned away, and gaze down, flinching slightly when he moved over to her. She felt like even being alive was a betrayal, that she should ve died on the dirty floor in that estate. He threw his arms around her and just held her, held her as tight as he could and refused to let her go. Jin found her vision to be growing blurry, tears dripping from her eyes as Kojurou held her tightly. How can you so readily embrace a monster..? She finally asked in a quiet whisper, not trying to pull away and push him away. "There is no monster here. Don't you dare say such terrible things about yourself. I will always love you, no matter what." He told her. I gave away our son, my head can be reattached after being removed, how am I anything but a monster..? She tilted her head back, trying to fight the tears that were already streaming down her face. I can only live if I consume human flesh. "But you still have the same morals and beliefs as you did before. This new change does not change the type of person you are, the woman I fell in love with." He told her. She felt herself crumbling, felt the hard numbness in her chest breaking away like dry sand, slowly sinking against him. I gave away our child..! I gave away our son..! She gripped his shirt tightly, letting her tears flow as she broke down, guilt weighing heavily on her as she collapsed in his arms. He tried to calm her, petting her hair slowly, "Ishida sosakan has informed me he is hard at work looking for our son...it'll be alright, Jin..." She could do nothing but apologize, feeling like somehow the entire situation had been her fault, as irrational as she knew it to be. He continued to stroke her hair and hush her gently, his own tears falling down his cheeks. He was so happy. So happy to know she was alive. A decade and a half passed, and Jin gained better control over her kagune with the help of daily oral drugs, as well as on hand sedatives for the rare occasions that she started to relapse again. Her sons case had been officially declared cold long ago, and it was a difficult topic when brought up, so it was usually avoided altogether. She remained in a partnership with Kojurou, but due to his diagnosed PTSD, he struggled to focus and function, putting him on medical leave until his mental health recovered. Kojurou would visit Jin regardless of his mental state, being with her seemed to help some anyway. With Kojurou unable to work, however, Jin was usually able to still work on her own so long as her medications were working. Jin s medications made her drowsy, but had little other side affects, making work only mildly difficult when stuck at a desk. She welcomed spending her lunches with Kojurou, even if she couldn t share meals with him any longer. She had long since removed her long hair, keeping her hair a short pixie cut. She was partnered with Mitsunari, who acted both as her partner and her handler when she did get out of control. There was a call that came in about a rumored ghoul terrorising downtown in the Ward. Jin hardly went off on her own, almost always staying with Mitsunari on excursions, but anytime she got even an inkling that the lead she got might relate to her missing child in some way, she did whatever should could to investigate it. She never spoke about it openly, and even if it was brought up, she hardly spoke about it, but she never really gave up hope on her child being alive.When she got that call just minutes before getting off of work, she couldn t help it, couldn t even try to stop herself from leaving the building and going in search of her son, praying every time that it would finally be him. What would she do if it was him? Would he listen to her? Would he even care? Who knew what Masamune had filled his head with at this point. Jin didn t care, didn t care if he hated her, didn t want to see her, she just wanted to know if he was alive and well. She headed out with her Quinque, coat buttoned up to her chin to fight off the cold weather. When she finally got to the area that was called in, there was a young man just standing over the bodies of dead ghouls. He had short blond hair and fair complexion, covered head to toe in blood. Jin stood with her breath caught in her throat, staring at the back of the young man before her, heart pounding. Was it him? Was it her child? She hardly noticed the bodies, the only thing registering in her sight was the boy. The boy looked back and his eyes were the same as Kojurou's. He looked at her, looked at her long and hard, before his expression became angrier. She felt her heart break right there, eyes growing soft and her lower lip trembling as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. You re alive.. She whispered. He didn't say anything, only rushed at her and started waving around his knife angrily. Jin blinked and stumbled back in shock to avoid being cut by the blade, even if it wouldn t hurt her. W Wait..! Please..! She hadn t even named him, hadn t even picked out a name for him, even if he had one already it was too painful of a thing to spend time on, so she avoided it. "How dare you leave me with that psycho?! Did you hate the idea of raising me that much?!" He yelled, tears pooling in his eyes. His words cut deep, and she finally stumbled back and fell, landing flat on her back and dropping her Quinque. She winced as her head smacked the ground, but tried to get back up. No..! That wasn t it at all..! Please listen..! "You have thirty seconds." He growled out, pointing his knife at her. How was she supposed to explain fifteen years of suffering to him in thirty seconds? It was the only way I could ensure that you d live, if I hadn t promised to give you up, I had no guarantee you d live I ve searched for you, all these years, I ve never stopped, not once..! She shook her head. Everyday I tried to find even a rumor of you, even if it was to be in another country..! "You did a really shit job at looking!!" He yelled, and the floodgates opened tears poured down his cheeks like water after a storm. "He thought I was his kid from his dead girlfriend! He keeps her skull around and talks to it! He beat the shit out of me if I said anything he hated! Do you know what that's like?! To have a psychopath shove human flesh down your throat when you refuse to eat?!" Tears formed in her eyes and slipped down her cheeks, nodding. I do... I carried you for three months stuck with him, he force fed me food all the time, human flesh, and human food. Please know I tried with everything I had at my disposal to find you, stayed up for days on end..! He scowled heavily, not wanting to believe her, "I thought you didn't want me..." She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. That is the farthest from the truth! I gave you up so you could survive! It was my only option, had I not, he would have killed the both of us!

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The Sapphire Institute RWBY (Lilly x Sacred4Sale)

As the days had come and gone since the fall of Beacon, it became all to apparent under the eyes of the civilian populace that hunters were dangerous, why the whole attack during the Vytal Festival served as a reminder to the normal masses just how dangerous these Aura using freaks were. So much so, that in every place on Remnant the schools were attacked during riots, anyone now born with the gifts that marked one as a hunter were either shunned, disowned, and in worse cases burned at the stake. This called for one woman to open up her home, as several young huntresses and hunters were now left as a safe haven where she could protect them, of course there was always a catch, still these hunters and huntresses didn't have much where else to go. So, as it stood, every so often Sapphire would go out and find any way ward huntresses she could guide to her home, where she could protect them.Now young people from Beacon had moved to camping in grimm infested woodlands because living in the cities had proven to become too dangerous. So, as she was making her rounds, she'd come upon four young girls alone in the woods, they had been at the tournaments, they were team Rwby, and they were all now huddling together to survive. The woman approached them slowly. "Excuse me you four mind coming over here for a moment, I have to tell you some good news." She hoped they weren't on edge, there were rumors of some hunters and huntresses now turning to banditry because of the public outcry. Then Sapphire looks up at them all, flashing a warm hearted smile, then dropping her cloak, her beautiful figure, cascading blue hair down her back, a lithe yet curvy figure to complient her stature. She then looked to them and held out her hand. "I have come to inform you, that I have a home for lost and wayward huntresses in the depths of the forest." She said, a smile graced her lips, and she looked at the four of them."I am sure it isn't easy to survive out here, and I wager that Aura power isn't going to save you from hunger and ill, only a roof over your head and proper care will see you growing up properly, and my creed is that I will look after you and any young ladies who manage to make it into my neck of the woods.", "Which one of you is the leader, and maybe one who is not so, up in arms, I assure you I only come with an offer of peace, and in hopes I can provide all of you with some shelter." As she walked in close not afraid they might attacked, they were just scared and alone, they needed a guiding hand to pick them back up again, that's all. Softly, Sapphire smiled seeing their guard go down, "Be at ease, some other huntresses have managed to make it to my place as well, its not far from here." As she took young Ruby into a hug and stroked her back to give her a feeling that everything was gonna be okay, despite all that had happened these four were just young girls despite the whole aura and stuff, she was likely barely keeping it up for her team, as she smiles and then relaxed to her feet taking the youngest of the group by the hand. "Come it ain't far." As she walked through the woods, she guided them to a well off looking manor. "Ahh there it is, just there." It was pretty big, and as she arrived, a certain perky sparky young girl known for being awol almost all the time Nora, popped out of the mansion to greet them, dressed in a really kinda sexy Maid outfit. As Nora in her maid uniform hugged her friends it was all to easy to peek up that skirt of hers, making Sapphire take a few quick snap shots while everyone was distracted. "Indeed, this is my home and Nora here, has been helping me around the place, keeping things clean and running proper, now then did you draw up a bath and make sure each of these girls had a room of their own?" As Sapphire asked she walked up and pats Nora on the shoulder, "I will have Penny get dinner ready, what a wonder it was I knew my way around a wrench and a few screws." She winks.

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"lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" The familiar chorus of gunfire echoed throughout the snow filled valley as a lone silhouette remained perched within the cozy crevice of an arctic mountainside. Warm pockets of air escaped between supple lips as the sniper's hands carefully rocked the bolt of a Gallian manufactured, Lenfield rifle forward. As the rest of Squad E was engaged across the snowy valley beneath her, Kai had been tasked with providing covering fire as they advanced. The sniper raised the bolt action rifle to her breast, pressing the rear end of her weapon against her shoulder as her eye found her scope's crosshair. "Damn snow." The marksman cooed underneath her breath as she hastily wiped the frigid condensation that had collected on the glass of her rifle's aperture. Once her visage was finally clear, she readied the weapon, searching for an unlucky target to eliminate. As the battle raged to its crescendo, the beautiful white landscape had been streaked crimson with blood. From her safe position, she could only hope that the bodies that littered the field all belonged to the enemy, her crosshairs quickly scanning the battlefield for potential threats. "Hm. Pretty good vantage." She mumbled once more to herself, her high position giving her sight of the entire enemy line. Releasing the safety of her rifle, she took a deliberate, careful aim. As the crosshair hovered over her unfortunate target, the tip of her slender index finger found the curved nook of her cold steel trigger... Bang. Two hours later... The battle had finally ended. The sniper had slung her rifle over her shoulder as she prepared for the lone journey back to base. Trudging through heavy snow, Kai's mind was preoccupied with delectable thoughts of warm bread and a cozy nap. It took nearly an hour to climb down from the mountain she had scaled and by the time she had made it back to camp, the snow's frigid storm had given way to a tranquil evening moonlight. "Halt! Identify yourself!" A voice shouted from the nearby gate, which marked the entrance to their base camp. "Sergeant Major Kai Schulen. You can lower your weapons." The marksman waited for the gate guards to lower their rifles before drawing closer. Though the guards at the camp gate weren't a part of her squad, they had become quite familiar with the Sergeant, since she would frequently return separated from her squad due to battlefield conditions. Though, even such familiarity still made Kai err on the side of caution, as the guards were always itching for a slice of action, their trigger fingers were much looser than that of a seasoned veteran. "Has the rest of my squad returned?" She asked as she approached the gate."Sorry about that. We can never be too careful." The guard explained, before taking a gander at the Sergeant's question. "Yeah, Easy Squad came in about twenty minutes ago, though some fancy suits wanted to meet with them.""Fancy suits?" Kai asked softly, her eyes widening with minor interest. "What do you mean?""Some higher ups from the top brass. You know, the usual, pencil up their ass types." The guard explained, grinning nonchalantly at his own, crude joke. "They came just this morning and have been asking... no demanding to see some of the more veteran squads. They've already talked to Squad A and Squad 32, but were especially interested in your squad." The news was quite worrisome to Kai. Anytime the higher ups were involved in something, it meant that either something bad was about to happen... or that something bad was already happening. With a brief sigh, Kai trudged past the gate guards. "Thanks." She waved as she made her way into the camp. As she moved, she paid little attention to the soldiers that were moving about the area, not noticing at first that the camp was... livelier, than usual. Soldiers that previously sat on their asses all day and did nothing were now digging trenches, moving boxes and running laps around the camp. It wasn't until she had almost reached the barracks when she was beginning to notice that something was different about the base. As she opened the door and moved into the barracks, her amber gaze caught the glimpse of a familiar face. "Lieutenant Riley Miller." Kai snapped into a salute, stiffening her posture as her hand came to her forehead. It didn't take the eagle eyed sniper long to immediately notice the metal briefcase that was sitting at the Lieutenant's feet. As she saluted, she wondered why the blonde haired lieutenant was in her barracks. She was also curious as to why none of the other squad members that she normally bunked with were around. "May I ask what you're doing here, Lieutenant?" Her voice was calm, though it was clear that she was quite confused as to what exactly was going on. Moments like these, Riley really regretted modifying her uniform. The skirt flared about her body oh so nicely, and she looked quite adorable in those tights, but when you were kneeling in the snow, attempting to take readings using your compass while aiming your mortar toward incoming enemies, you usually wanted pants. Puffs of air threatened to fog Riley's instruments as the scientist's clear blue eyes narrowed. She could see it. Could do all the math in her head way faster than anyone else in Squad E. But she knew she had to be precise. They'd left her to defend the camp while the squad finished taking the high ground. And she could see the enemy coming in."Come on..." she whispered, eyes flicking toward the incoming troopers. They must have gotten past snipers, past the troopers, past Claude. But they wouldn't make it past her. Riley took another aim, fought back another shiver, and launched the mortar. For just a second her heart leapt to her throat, while the shot arched... and then she almost whooped as it landed, sending the soldier flying. Riley leaned back, exhaling another breath, the puff even more impressive. She let out a wry laugh as she brought her arms up, rubbing and fighting the cold. But at least the camp would be safe for everyone's return... One hour later... The battle ended, an exhausted Riley attempted to lug her excessive equipment back into the base. A few guards at the gate nodded to her, one even stepping forward to offer to carry Riley's load. The blonde debated for a moment, but shook her head, just once."I can handle it!" she called, adding another nod. They were all raising hands and walking away. Though Riley only got a few more feet further when an unfamiliar scientist approached."Lt Riley Miller?" he asked, raising brows passed glasses. Riley glanced down, seeing the chart in his hand, and the expectant look on his face. Letting out a sigh, she set her mortar case down, leaning slightly on it as she nodded up at him."Excellent. You'll be pleased to know that Squad E has been selected as one of the test squads..." the scientist trailed off, his gaze sliding toward the nearby guards. Getting the hint, Riley picked her gear up, walking with the man toward the labs."So I'm sure you've noticed the cold?""Oh no, I'm quite warm in my skirt and leggings, sir," Riley replied, unable toquite keep the sarcasm from her voice. When he gave her a startled look, she sighed."Yes, I'm aware that the conditions aren't what we expected. The long walks and the rapidly dropping temperatures are hitting the squads hard. There's morale concerns, and the equipment's freezing up. It's even hard to aim, since we're so frequently shivering and ""That's precisely where the concern is, Lt. Miller," cut in the scientist."We can't afford to have our boys' aim faltering on the battlefield. So the highers' up developed a particular serum. Utilizes some basic ragnite compounds along with human biology, linking onto certain nerves and chemicals that produce body heat and help fight fatigue. Particularly those tied to the strongest of the human systems," another pause, while he studied Riley closely.She blinked."Like... the circulatory? I'm sorry, sir, but my specialty's in ragnite tech...""Actually, we found a way to compound the basic reproductive drives. Right now, our formula is based primarily upon the male soldiers. It should amplify their natural urges, which is why we're cautioning troops to divide into certain pairings. Everything should work perfectly fine: some discomfort and minor arousal among your male troops. But we'll make sure that there's an appropriate science officer around to deal with it..."The scientist continued, outlying their procedure, what they'd need, who would be doing what, how the ragnite was distributed. Riley only half heard, because the moment he'd said "formula based upon male subjects," one particular name came to mind... "Sergeant Major Kai Schulen," Riley replied, since apparently they were using full designations. Those blue eyes met the inquisitive amber, and Riley almost flushed as she saw her old friend snapping into a salute. She waved Kai off, rising to her feet as she did. Riley nearly tripped over the suitcase in her rush to get to the door, closing up her tent as best she could. She turned, seeing the sniper looking, well, like Kai frequently looked: like she wanted to smack someone if they didn't explain the situation.Riley laced her fingers together."Right..." she said, nodding her head,"So... headquarters had this new.... serum,"she gestured toward the suitcase, "and lucky Squad E gets to try " she paused, studying Kai, wondering then if she shouldn't ask about Kai's relatively late arrival. Likely the sniper had just been, well, sniping, and Kai was likely to getmore impatient, so: "it's a serum that's supposed to enhance us, particularly fighting against cold. Small problem,"she held up her hand, fingers barely spaced,"it latches onto... reproductive systems? And every male is given one?" she put on her best smile, trying to look abashed, as if she were somehow responsible for this. "Headquarters orders... buuut, but," she held up a hand,"I did some tweaking to the formula. It's ragnite based, and you know I'm good with ragnite. Anyway, it should just... latch onto your ah, not male biology and work essentially the same. Warm you up. So Claude and I pulled some strings, and I'll be your assigned partner. Which means I'll be administering the drug, watching you, monitoring its effects..."Riley paused, licking her lips. She gave Kai another reluctant look, before pointing toward the sniper's waist. "But it's kind of an injection? in, um..." she wriggled her finger, trying to indicate the sniper's bottom without outright doing or saying it. Of course, the fact that Riley Miller was now bright pink probably wasn't helping... Kai listened for several moments as Riley attempted to explain the...odd situationthat they were now in, listening attentively as her mind hung on several, very specific words. Serum? Call it a marksman's intuition, but Kai was already beginning to have a bad feeling of where this was going."Let me guess,"Kai began slowly, her arm falling away from her face so that she could brace it against her hip."Because I'm officially a man, I don't have much of a choice in the matter, do I?"She remarked inquisitively, her words followed shortly thereafter with her signature sigh. This wasn't the first time that assuming her brother's identity had caused issues for her. Often being issued male uniforms... and not to mention the frequent sexual harassment she received on a daily basis.Though she was about to accept her fate, the normally stoic faced sniper's eyes widened in surprise as Riley talked about the details of the injection, pointing towards Kai's backside. A dash of red struck Kai's face as she suddenly realized the implications of the serum. The streak of pink that was on her fellow friend's face didn't help the situation, only causing Kai to feel more nervous about the prospect."You... you've got to be fucking kidding."She muttered underneath her breath. The sniper's fingers curled into a fist, as if she was ready to punch the blonde science officer across the face. Despite her rage, however, she managed to regain her composure. After all, it was Headquarters that was to blame for this stupid, little experiment. If anything, Kai was incredibly grateful that Riley was willing to help her with this in order to keep her identity a secret."Fine."Kai finally acquiesced to being administered the serum. After all,what choice would they have? If she refused, it wouldn't be long until things made their way up the chain of command. She was just thankful that her close friend would be the one to help her with this. "I'll do it."She remarked reluctantly, removing her rifle from her shoulder and setting it against the wall adjacent to her. After setting her rifle down, the marksman removed both her hat and signature poncho, hanging both on a nearby coat hanger before drawing closer towards Riley.Wearing only her skin tight combat pants and a sleeveless, red sweater, Kai navigated herself in front of Riley, following her instructions as the blonde Science Officer had the Sergeant Major bend herself over a nearby table. It wasn't long until she had both legs spread apart, her chest pressing against the flat surface of a table as her well rounded bottom was pointed towards the blonde officer."M make it quick, Riley."Her voice quivered, the obvious hint of nervousness oozing through her voice. "Um... no?" squeaked out of Riley. The scientist found herself going slightly pink again, though she could feel a slight tinge of her own anger. It wasn't as ifRiley was the one who'd decided this was a good idea. The Federation had to do whatever it took to make sure their current operation succeeded, and this would hardly be the first time they'd done something odd with experiments... particularly with ragnite. The blonde had several attempts at enhancing ragnite scattered around her room right now as solid examples. Of course, she knew that the logical reasons and the outside influences hardly mattered to Kai in this exact moment.Which came out in full soon enough. Riley turned away as Kai muttered and worked her way through the... implications."No?" Riley tried again. Her gaze flicked down, and she saw the curled fist."Look: I altered the mixture, okay? It shouldn't do anything too weird to you, at least, not beyond what it's doing to anyone else. This is literally the only option that Claude and I can think of, since they monitor the injections incredibly closely and "Fine: the word dropped in mid explanation, essentially, causing Riley to almost recoil. Though it did seem like Kai at least understood. While she set down her rifle and set aside her poncho, Riley gathered the last bits. The case had to be open, with a few different modified ragnite injections set within. Riley knew what she'd done should work, but... well, it was also something of a rushed job. She didn't want Kai to know that, since Riley's rushed jobs sometimes ended up in explosions. Again: it wasn't as if they had a lot of choice. HQ had been rather insistent, and Riley had only been able to throw together what she could.At least she'd managed to make sure the needles were safe, as well as gathering enough medical supplies to get it all together. Nodding, she turned as Kai spoke of readiness. And there was Kai's ass. The blonde felt a slight stab of jealousy, since her posterior didn't look half as nice, probably wouldn't even if they wore the same pants. Riley shifted for a moment, licking her lips. Kai surely had to realize that they couldn't very well inject her through her pants, right? They weren't armor or anything ,but they'd make an injection... complicated. "Alright, this should be quick, and pretty painless," said Riley, stepping forward. Taking a breath, she hooked a finger around the edge of Kai's pants. Wincing, she pulled as much as she could, lowering them just enough to start seeing the top of Kai's tightly rounded, quite pale cheek. Riley moved quickly, before Kai could do much more than object, swabbing the area with a quick drizzle of alcohol before stabbing with the injection."Don't move until it's all in..." she cautioned, fighting her own shivers, hoping her friend wasn'ttoo angry at her for, well, effectively pantsing her. Wasn't like Kai didn't get enough sexual harassment as it was... Kai nipped angrily at her lower lip as Riley inched her pants down far enough to administer the serum. The sniper's face burned fifty different shades of red and back as the flesh of her well rounded bottom was left completely exposed to the Science Officer. As Riley attempted to soothe her nervousness with calming words, the sniper did nothing but nod rather nervously. It wasn't long until the business end of the needle had suddenly punctured her flesh and Kai couldn't help but release a rather surprised yelp at the sudden pain, a sound that even she didn't know that she was capable of.At least the worst part of it is over. Kai thought to herself as she waited for this embarrassing ordeal to be finally over with. It wasn't until Riley began pushing the serum into her body that Kai felt an indescribable shock overtake her body. A soft, rather unexpected moan escaped from Kai's lips before the sniper hastily pressed the palm of her hand over her mouth. Her body began to immediately quiver as she felt an overwhelming sensation begin to take hold of her body.What the hell?Kai bit the side of her cheek in an attempt to stifle the moaning, hoping that a little pain would cease the quivering in her legs.What should have felt like only a few moments lasted for an eternity. As the serum had finally entered her body, Kai was already beginning to feel the effects of Riley's ragnite concoction begin to take hold. "What the hell is in that?" She muttered softly to herself. Pulling her pants back up, the sniper was embarrassed to find that she was incredibly wet between the thighs, though she dare not say anything, it was clear that Kai was beginning to feel very uncomfortable."Are we done?"She panted, almost breathless. Despite her best attempts to keep her visage at face level when speaking, she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering down towards the deliciously short skirt that Riley had always been wearing.Oh, how she would have loved to...Kai bit her lip. What the hell was she thinking, drooling over not only a superior officer, but her close friend as well. There was something definitely wrong with the serum, but Kai was much too strong willed to admit it. She fought to maintain her composure, waiting for Riley to say her last words before leaving. Something about how she would check up on her in a few hours to see the progress of the serum. Kai really didn't give a shit. All she could think about was scurrying off to the women's showers so she could...take care of herself."Yeah, fine, fine!"Kai exclaimed, grabbing Riley and pushing her towards the door."I'll come by your place later for whatever. I'm tired and want to take a nap."She explained, in a manner much faster than anybody had ever heard Kai speak. It wasn't until Riley was outside that Kai had slammed the door behind her, breathing a heavy sigh of relief as she was finally alone. Twenty minutes later... The Gallian sniper found herself sitting between the lockers of the women's showers.Luckily, the area was mostly empty, allowing Kai to find the privacy of a well secluded spot in the far corner of the room. Seating herself down into a nearby bench, Kai cautiously spread her legs open, placing one boot on the floor and one against a locker door."I can't believe I'm doing this."She gasped quietly, slipping her hand underneath the waistband of her tight combat pants. Her slender, feminine digits quickly found the precarious state of her arousal, her sweet nectar drenching her fingers after only a moment's contact.Several moments passed as the female soldier began to attend to herself, soft moans escaping from the far corner of the locker room. She allowed her mind to wander as she pleasured herself. Though she normally thought about a man's comfort when having such naughty thoughts, Kai couldn't stop herself from thinking about Riley. She could hardly believe just how badly the sniper wanted to get under that short skirt and completely ravage her friend. If Riley had stayed in her tent for just a few moments longer, she might have done just that. The dirty thoughts continued to accumulate as a desperately horny Kai continued to touch herself, but nothing she did was enough to bring her to the breaking point.Removing her tight pants, she tossed the tight leggings to the side to give her hands more room to work with, her fingers already having drenched the white panties that she wore underneath. Her moans became louder still as the sniper finally began to close in on a climax. Yet, before she could finish, Kai suddenly heard the last voice she wanted to hear in such a situation behind her. Slowly turning, Kai realized that Riley had entered the shower's locker room and had no doubt heard the moaning emanating from the corner of the room."It's... it's not what you think." Kai lied hopelessly. At the rate they were going, Riley figured she'd be lucky if she got out of there without Kai decking her. It was like every part of this just further fueled the dark haired sniper's rage and frustration. not that Riley could blame her: she'd be embarrassed to if a friend had to pull down her tights and inject something into her. Or if she had to be part of some experiment because her brother had decided to go AWOL or whatever was going on there . Plus, nobody liked getting a shot, and who knew what sort of weirdness the ragite would be doing. Riley had definitely altered it so the serum wouldn't, like, deepen Kai's voice or make her bulge with muscles, but even she had to admit that she wasn'tcompletely certain there wouldn't be... issues.Which made her feel a stab of guilt as she watched the serum entering her friend. Should she have tested the stuff on herself first? There hadn't exactly been a lot of time, but it probably would've been better than just using one of her closest friends in Squad E as a guinea pig. It gnawed at Riley so fiercely that she was almost tempted to give herself an injection... before she realized what she probably should've remembered from the start: the stuff was of such short supply that theybarely had enough for her to experiment and get ready for Kai, let alone testing. Riley gently touched the case while she heard Kai struggling.Don't say anything don't say anything... Kai wants to put on a brave face... Riley nodded. She opened her mouth to answer the question, closed it. Backed up and didn't even move to help as Kai got herself back into position. Though Riley did swear she saw a flush on Kai's face. The girl had a pale complexion, after all, even paler than Riley . But Riley nodded. "For now... though are you sure "Nope, fine fine, everything was fine. Riley barely managed to pack away the case before being ushered out the door. The scientist bobbed her head, turning to try and give Kai some more advice, only to find a door literally slammed in her face. Riley's hands went to her hips, brow furrowed, and she seriously considered knocking or telling Kai off. But she remembered her own mantra again, sighed, and shook her head. She'd just... check later. Besides, right about now? Riley was feeling pretty grimy. It would take her a bit to get all her shower things together, and she had to check on a few other cases that weren't as tricky as Kai , but soon... Riley hummed one of the songs from Hafen as she strolled toward the showers. Instead of lugging her usual crate of mortar or tools, she had one of her few luxury items: a selection of oils and products for her hair. She'd removed some of her excess gear, leaving the skirt, sweater, and that was about it, as she strolled in. A towel had already been slung over her shoulder, and she was totally ready to spend at least an hour making her hair feel amazing, or, well, as long as she could, given supplies. God, was she looking forward to it. Give her some time to think. Maybe she could recalibrate her mortars to increase anti tank power... or figure out a way of tweaking the serum to decrease side effects, or at least make sure it didn't really fuck up Kai...But Riley paused, stopped cold. "Oh my God!" came out before she could stop it. Because even Riley recognized what those noises meant. She flushed a deep, deep pink at the realization. This did.... sometimes happen. Usually a female soldier thought she was alone or was desperate, or every once in a while you'd see a pair of girls, um, enjoying themselves in the shower . Not that Riley would ever think to do that. Yes, she did occasionally get tingling feelings, and she could probably have rigged up something to help... take care of those. But she just had too much on her mind. But what if it's not that? What if... what if someone's hurt? It doesn't really sound like it, but if they are and I just "Umm.... are you... alright?" asked Riley, daring to step a little closer. She barely got in when she saw a very familiar leg: Kai. And there was no way that Kai would, so... "God, Kai, are you okay? Is something wrong?!" Riley sprinted toward the corner, only to stop as she got full visual. Hands went to face, which turned a lovely shade of pink, and Riley twisted away, dropping her stuff but raising her towel, as if that could somehow make this less... awkward? Decent? Embarrassing...? A frustrated whine escaped Kai's lips in overwhelming embarrassment as the marksman attempted to explain what was happening."R Riley. That serum you gave me."She began awkwardly, a blush burning across her usually pale portrait."It did something to me."Her mind searched for the right words, unable to figure out how best to explain the situation."Like... my body is hot. No matter what I do, I can't get this feeling to go away. It's like a rash that I can't... I can't..."Amber eyes navigated towards Riley. Though she had her towel raised and covering her face, the sniper could still see the lower half of her friend.Those legs... and that skirt... the naughty memories that Kai had been masturbating to only a few moments ago came back to her in full force. Like a starving animal, Kai's tongue began to tentatively lap at her own lips in a primal hunger that could only be satiated by the woman in front of her. It was as if in that moment, Kai had lost all reason, her eyes fixated on the current object of her desire. She wanted this... no, sheneeded this.Before Riley could lower the towel to catch a glimpse of what was about to happen, Kai lurched from her seat, quickly making her way towards her prey with hungry eyes. As soon as she was in reach of the blonde scientist, Kai's hands grabbed aggressively at Riley's wrists. The element of surprise, matched with her far superior hand to hand experience gave Riley no options to resist as the sniper pushed the beautiful scientist's face against the closest locker. Locking both of her arms with one hand, the heavy breathing sniper navigated her lips to the woman's neck, gently biting at the side of her neck as she pushed her weight against her.Her mind screamed for her to stop, but Kai's hands ignored her commands. Slowly, her spare hand found its way to Riley's backside, hiking up the short skirt she always wore so that her fingers could travel between her legs."You always wear this short skirt, you fucking tease."Kai muttered into the scientist's ear. She spoke with a low and aggressive voice, like she had been possessed by some sort of otherworldly creature. Slowly, her fingers began to rub and prod at Riley's underwear, teasing her most sensitive region with the tip of her slender fingers. It wasn't long until Kai could feel Riley's sweet nectar begin to accumulate."Ah. I always knew you were a slut." ...did Kai justwhine? The noise made Riley stop in her tracks, blinking her big, blue eyes. Kai Schulen didn'twhine, and neither did Leena, who was most definitely who was standing in front of Riley now. It was enough to get her worried, and that was before the sniper said something about the serum. Riley's mind immediately began whirring, going through ingredients and trying to think about what it put together and what it did and where it effected and how her ratios had been wait,whereit effected."Oh no..." Riley breathed as she realized. This had to be the serum! It had to have enhanced Kai's natural reproductive nature. The calm sniper would be feeling a burning in her nether regions, possibly a very strong desire to to do things. Plus there was a very real chance that it would essentially put someone in a "heat" stage. Oh God, and if Riley had gotten things slightly wrong, it could spike Kai's testosterone levels just enough to make the normally calm, reserved sniper aggressive. This was just a huge bundle of "ut oh" in a very tight, lean little package. And ofcourse Riley didn't have anything besides her shower gear, so it wasn't like she could whip up an antidote or a soothing ointment or anything.While Riley remained stunned, both from realization and thought, Kai had moved. Not that it mattered: even had Riley been fully focused, or even if Kaihadn't just been injected with a serum to enhance her natural functions, the dark haired sniper would've bested Riley. The blonde was never exactly the best at hand to hand combat, after all. But now she felt her friend pinning her against a locker, the tight, and very, very hot body, pressing against her own. Riley felt her hair shifting, hot breath puffing against her neck for a bare moment, then a sharp pain of teeth, one that made her yelp."Kai, listen to me, KAI!" of course the last word came out as a yelp, because Kai had touched Riley's butt. The blonde squirmed, dancing in place. The raised skirt shifted, but Riley's writhing couldn't exactly reorient it. The blonde flushed as she felt her friend's commanding hand pinning her in place. One hand holding both of hers above her head another moving down, teasing along her body. The words made Riley flinch. "It's the serum, Kai," she breathed, though she felt Kai moving all the same. The expert touch pushed against her tights, dragging along her panties. And yes, they were just that: panties. Kai might be left with essentially men's uniforms, and whatever she could borrow or scrounge, but Riley, well, she preferred things... cuter. In this case, that meant that instead of army issue undergarments, she had a pair of adorable cotton panties on underneath her skirt. They were thin enough to not show against the tights, and a light blue that matched both her eyes and her top . The friction didn't just feel good: it felt great. Riley had barely masturbated herself before, and Kai's insistent fingers were perfectly aimed. Plus, well, while the blonde girl might have dreamed about a handsome man laying her down on her wedding bed, there was something kind of hot about a domineering force pinning her in the locker room. "Hey!" she yelled at Kai's claim. "I am not! It's just I haven't had many people touch me there... and your fingers are good and " another flush, and Riley twisted. "Kai, this is the serum! You don't even like girls, let alone me! Just just let me go ahaa, and and " Riley was actively squirming now, because she was getting that tingling sensation between her legs quite quickly, "and we can try and do someTHING aBOUT your your prooooaaaahblem!" Riley's incessant talking quickly annoyed Kai, who was obviously not herself right at this very moment. Instead of responding to the beautiful scientist's words with reason, Kai released her ironclad grip on Riley's wrists so that she could cover her mouth with the palm of her hand."Shhh."The sniper cooed softly,"You talk way too much."She continued, allowing her fingers to caress and massage at the sweet spot between Riley's panties. Feeling Riley squirm against her body only encouraged Kai further and the muffled sounds of vocal resistance made Kai lust for more of Riley's amazing body."I bet you taste amazing."Kai hinted as her hand suddenly left Riley's mouth and embedded itself into her golden hair.Gripping at the long strands of gold, Kai pulled Riley away from the wall, throwing her backwards onto the nearby bench. In the moments it would no doubt take Riley to regain herself, Kai quickly positioned herself onto her knees, prying both of Riley's long legs apart to give her an excellent view of what was underneath that short skirt of hers."Stop squirming or I'll hit you."Kai growled as she held both of Riley's thighs down, moving between them so that she could navigate her face between her legs. Kai's lust filled gaze was soon filled with the arousing image of Riley's white panties, which were already drenched thanks to Kai's handiwork.Slowly, Kai's face buried itself between her friend's legs, her lips planting a teasing kiss to the soft cotton that shrouded Riley's womanhood. She then allowed her tongue to carefully lap at the wetness, the sweet taste of Riley's nectar driving Kai mad with lust. It wasn't long until her fingers had joined in on the fun, pushing Riley's panties to one side so that her tongue and other hand could have easier access to the scientist's delectable folds."Alright, this should be quick, and pretty painless,"Kai remarked sarcastically, parroting the same words that Riley had said before injecting her with the serum about half an hour ago. Without giving her any chance to respond, Kai suddenly slipped two fingers inside of Riley as her tongue began to explore the outside of her womanhood."Mm. You taste great."Kai growled, allowing the sweet nectar to bead across her tongue. It seemed that in this moment, Kai had lost all semblance of reason. She could only think about one thing... and that one thing certainly wasn't the consequences of her actions. Her fingers slowly began to thrust and push deeper inside of Riley, finding all of her most sensitive spots with ease. Kai knew exactly where to press and how to curl her tongue against Riley's sensitive button,after all, these were the spots that always made Kai go crazy. A hand covered Riley's mouth, smothering any further noises of protest or reasoning she may try. That didn't quite stop her from trying, as soon became apparent from the noises that squeaked out of her, reverberating into Kai's hand. The sniper had just turned so so dominant, as if the serum had flipped some internal switch and turned her into a sexual predator. And yes, Riley was quite sure that was what lay before her now: Kai was not going to stop, not going to listen to reason, not going to suddenly drop unconscious or burn out no, she was going tofuckRiley Miller then and there.That should not sound as hot to Riley as it suddenly did."Kai, please " Riley tried but some of the fire had gone out of her protests. It didn't help that Kai barely gave her time to spit those two words before spinning her. The blonde gasped, her long hair flying everywhere . The bench drove air from Riley, leaving her stunned, with locks of gold somewhat obscuring her vision. She did have enough understanding to at least try to get her knees closed. not that it mattered, as Kai immediately delved in, and Riley was just bumping her thighs against Kai's body. Again, the blonde was reminded of their difference in strength. And the next words had her almost whimpering.Okay, okay, she had to play along, obviously. Riley felt Kai's hands trailing down. "Um, Kai, if you keep keep touching me, I'm going to to squirm," the blonde admitted, flushing again. "So, if I promise not to try and escape, would you please not ahaaAAAHHH!" again, Kai didn't exactly let Riley finish, despite the blonde's obvious efforts. Riley trembled with the raw effort of keeping her body as still as possible while someone touched her sex for the very first time. She whimpered as wet drew along her heat, feeling that tingling rising up within. Her lower abdomen churned in a vaguely familiar sensation, one she'd sort of felt a time or two. The low burning simmered in her core, and she tried to push it down.The blonde kept her legs spread, though they nearly vibrated with the effort. Riley really, really wanted to start moving, though not to escape.... and not just, she had to admit, because she wanted to just appease Kai. This was feeling... pretty good, and while Riley did feel slightly guilty in the back of her mind, like maybe she was cheating or taking advantage of Kai, she also couldn't deny that the sniper was inflicting sensations that she'd definitely never felt before. And since she had so much stress in her life, these pleasurable sensations were just so much better, dumping relaxation along with arousal into her. To her surprise, Riley actually burst out with a laugh at Kai's quip. She pinched her lips shut, but almost felt herself giggling nervously. It turned into a sharp cry as fingers pressed against her. The fingers had already moved aside the delicate panties. Riley's tender sex looked downright innocent: a slight slit nestled between two pale, trembling thighs. A nice little thatch of yellow hair curled atop it, without much getting in the way . Now those lips parted just so for fingers, and Riley felt the sharp upward stab of pleasure. It hit her core hard, making her jerk, almost slamming her head against the bench. Snug walls hugged the invading digits tight, surrounding Kai with a wet heat. While Riley might not have been as well built as her friend, she still had great musculature. It showed now, as internal muscles convulsed about the fingers, almost crushing them within. Riley could feel the digits stretching against her, pushing against her tightness."Okay, okay, that feels really good," Riley admitted, flushing again. "Wait, be careful, I'm noaaaahttt " she again found herself crying out as fingers thrust, pushing against her. Each little thrust made her muscles relax just a bit, though the tension always returned. Soon Riley felt a tongue lashing against her, each pass sending a little shock of pleasure up into her core. The blonde couldn't help herself: a hand went to cover her mouth, smothering the noises of pleasure that started to leak. The other moved to grip the bench, bracing the blonde as best she could. Already she could feel her tension winding up. Kai wasn't just jabbing at random: she kept aiming, and just when Riley thought she'd grown used to it, a new spot got hit. And another. And each one felt as good, if not better, than the last, making her whimper. "Kai! Kai, please, slow down, I haven't " she flushed again, biting her lip, stifling that as a groan tore from her, making her body bow slightly, while still trembling with the desire to keep a still as possible. Kai's tongue continued to aggressively lap and prod at Riley's sensitive button as her fingers continued to push deep between the tight walls that clamped desperately onto them. Even as half of her face was buried between Riley's legs, the sniper made it a point to every so often shoot a glare towards her friend, almost as if her amber kaleidoscopes were daring Riley to try and wriggle free of her grasp. While Kai would never even think about hitting Riley under normal circumstances, these were probably as far away from normal circumstances that one could possibly get."I'll slow down when I feel like it."Kai retorted, slightly annoyed by Riley's incessant pleading. Though she had to admit, Riley's nervous and awkward reactions were incredibly cute and only encouraged her to become more aggressive with her movements. The pace of her fingers soon increased, along with the circular movements of her tongue against Riley's sensitive folds.Before Riley could reach any sort of climax, Kai removed her face from between Riley's legs, leaning over her as her fingers continued to play with Riley's delectable sex."You really are a slut, Riley. Just look how wet you are down here,"she grinned, removing her fingers for a moment to show her the sweet nectar that trailed between her slender digits. Navigating her fingers to her mouth, Kai began to teasingly lick at the stickiness that coated her fingers."I bet you want to cum, don't you?"It was a rhetorical question that Kai already knew the answer to, though Kai was quite curious if her friend would lie when faced with such an awkward question.Regardless of Riley's answer, Kai had zero intention of letting Riley finish, only giving her a small taste of the pleasure."Not until you make me feel good first."Kai growled. Grabbing Riley's hair once again, Kai pulled her upright before pointing towards the floor."On your knees."She commanded, still grasping at Riley's long golden locks as she waited for her to trade positions. It went without saying that if Riley refused to do as she was told, she would earn a swift and painful smack across the side of her face. Before settling down onto the bench, Kai pulled down the white, issued undergarments that she was wearing. Unfortunately, her male assignment gave her fewer options in clothing than her more fashionable friend.With the scientist on her knees, Kai assumed a position that was quite similar to the one that Riley had caught her masturbating in. With one leg on the adjacent locker wall and another on the floor, she leaned backward before pulling Riley's face between her legs."Better start using that pretty mouth of yours."Kai didn't even give her a chance to move before Kai opened her hand, slapping the beautiful scientist across the face with just enough force to make her reconsider any possible ideas of disobedience."Don't make me ask again."The sniper leaned backward, her hand slowly caressing the red mark that she left upon Riley's cheek. Each glare zinged by Riley like a bullet. she found herself gulping, wanting to simultaneously suppress her increasing urge to babble while also further explaining herself and vocalizing. It didn't help that Kai's eyes always looked nearly stunning, and when they narrowed like that, there was something almost dangerous to them that the more reckless part of Riley wanted to play with. What, exactly, would Kai do to her if she refused? Or if she started snapping back? After all, Riley was mostly going along with Kai because she knew this was at least somewhat her fault... well, that and it felt good... and she didn't know what else to do...yeah, she was mostly squirming, even as Kai insisted they weren't going to slow down. That constant lapping just keep heat and moisture pooling between her legs. Riley could feel her chest growing hotter, tighter, with each passing moment. Breaths came in short, almost shuddering gasps as she tried to control herself. Each little inhale caused her chest to tremble, a slight motion that the rest of her body followed almost immediately. Soon she found herself unable to manage that, hips bucking toward Kai as fingers moved. Riley's wet folds parted before Kai, wrapping her friends digits in liquid want. Riley could feel her sex almost weeping pleasure onto her friend. The mounting, twisting, roiling hot pleasure just kept building, wrapping about, twisting her. She felt her abdomen clench, teeth soon following. Another sharp bow, a barely suppressed climax somehow held in through sheer willpower, and the desire not to embarrass herself.Apparently she gave herself away, as Kai pulled back."Hey! Quit calling me that!" Riley insisted, though she flushed an even deeper crimson as she saw the sticky bits attached to Kai's finger. For once, she didn't say anything as Kai shot the question, her head instead snapping to the side in childish denial. The blonde very nearly pouted, particularly since she knew, and she knew that Kai knew, that she hardly qualified as a slut. literally anyone would be aroused by someone handling their genitals with determination. But at least climaxing would end this, right?But apparently, that wasn't what Kai had in mind. "Wait, what?" was all the blonde could manage before Kai yanked. Riley barely let the hair start to tuck before rising to her feet. "You can just ask, you know. I already said I'd go along..." she almost mumbled. As if to prove this, she dropped almost too quickly to her knees, wincing slightly as her tight covered body hit the floor. She could also feel the jostle letting a little of her arousal dribble down her leg. She looked back up at Kai, attention focused. I wonder if she'd let me get her some nicer panties... drifted through her thoughts as she saw Kai's damp, fairly masculine pair. She watched as Kai shifted, noting the position, and catching on even before Kai pulled tight.A slap made her gasp, a hand going up to her cheek. The comment had her glaring up: after all, she hadn't exactly resisted. "Fine, but it's not like i know what I'm doing..." the blonde replied, mumbling the last bit. She leaned in, taking a deep, shuddering breath. She could smell Kai: that musky aroma wafting upward, a sharp tinge of sex intermingling with the rawness of the sniper. Slightly curious, Riley dared try a quick sniff, trying to see if she could detect any ragnite. But knowing Kai wouldn't be patient, she didn't linger long. her eyes almost rolled up to watch, as her mouth descended. First the delicate pink lips grazed about Kai, while Riley's nose almost planted where nether hair would be. Riley gave Kai's sex an almost demure, innocent kiss, before letting her tongue out. The girl lapped sloppily at her friend, wincing at the sharp taste hitting her tongue for the first time.It did taste... kind of good, though? She found herself licking her lips for a moment, shifting. Salty, and there was a hint of something. Riley dipped in, giving another lip, head bobbing as she began tonguing Kai's slit. Though this was less a dedicated sweep of arousal, and more akin to a child working a lolly. Riley did bring her hands up, moving to tease about the edges of Kai's sex, feeling it out, prodding slightly. Riley was trying to remember what Kai did, and her own basic anatomy lessons. She glanced up at Kai as her head moved again, tongue dragging across the surface of her friend's sex. I wish she wasn't in total bitch mode so I could just ask, but then she probably wouldn't want this... Riley let the thought trail away as she tried angling her head better, lathering more sex with tongue as best she could. A sultry, excited moan echoed throughout the room almost as soon as Riley's tongue had finally made contact with her glistening sex. It felt like Kai had been eagerly waiting for this moment her entire life... even though in reality it was only thirty or so minutes of ragnite induced horniness that had led them to this point."Y yes, just like that, sweetheart."Kai gasped as the inexperienced Riley began to move her tongue across the surface of Kai's sensitive folds. She didn't care for one moment that Riley was inexperienced the desperate, sexual urge that was festering inside of Kai was needy for almost any sort of pleasure."F fuck.. Ah!"It was difficult for the steely eyed sniper to maintain her composure as Riley continued to move her tongue across her sweet folds. The innocent, inexperienced lapping that circled her needy sex was almost enough to drive Kai crazy...if she wasn't crazy enough already. Kai let out a string of moans and under the breath curses as her fingers slowly pushed into Riley's hair, gently brushing those alluring strands of gold as she leaned backwards in pleasure. The sniper's legs quivered at the touch, each movement that Riley's tongue made causing her walls to tighten and convulse."Ah You're a lit... mmf, a little too good at this, Riley, are you sure you don't have any practice?"Kai gasped. At this rate, it really wouldn't be long until Kai would reach her breaking point... and so quickly, too. Kai moved her finger downwards, her digits carefully beginning to prod at her sensitive button as Riley's tongue teased and lapped at her opening. The overwhelming sensations forced the sniper to let out an excited squeal, her head moving backward against the lockers behind her as her eyes began to roll backwards in ecstasy. Kai's mind was spinning as her hand began to pull Riley's face closer into her folds."Yes! There, right th aHN!"She cried, her grip on Riley's hair tightening with each stroke of the tongue.As she felt herself reaching her breaking point, Kai straightened her posture so she could look down at Riley once more."I need it, I need it, I need it!" She moaned, her legs beginning to buckle under the immense amount of raw pleasure."Don't you dare stop, Riley AhhHH!"She was panting heavily now, the rising heat in her chest building up as she felt herself slowly reaching her climax."Fuck! I'm gonna "Before she could finish her sentence, her body began to convulse,"AHHHHHHH!"The sniper screeched as she quickly lost control of nearly every one of her senses, the pure bliss of her pent up orgasm sending shock waves throughout her body. The convulsions and moaning lasted for nearly an entire minute, perhaps one of the longest orgasms that Kai had ever experienced. As she came, small traces of Kai's juices squirted onto Riley's face and it wasn't until her body began to settle down that her grip on the back of Riley's head had finally loosened up.Kai sat for several moments in the afterglow, panting heavily after feeling the effects of such an intense orgasm. As she slowly regained her composure, her auburn eyes caught the image of a very messy Riley, whose portrait had been stained in the sniper's ejaculation."Did I just..."Kai's face burned red in embarrassment. It seemed that the climax had temporarily taken away the sexual urge that the ragnite based serum has created."I'm so sorry!"Kai immediately squealed, covering her face with both of her hands. Realizing what she had done, she realized that Riley had the potential of landing her in a whole lot of trouble."Riley please! You can't tell anyone about this! I didn't know what I was doing!"She begged, hoping that her friend would at least understand where she was coming from. Riley tried her best to ignore the shiver that ran down her spine at Kai's little term of endearment. She could almost feel a pleased little moan bubbling up from within, at least in some part because she knew that she must somehow be doingsomethingright. Though even as that thought drifted into Riley's mind, she also realized that Kai might just be horny enough that Riley could've done just about anything to her and gotten some sort of result. Still, that didn't diminish the blonde's efforts. She kept lapping, circling, lathering the tongue with attention. She felt Kai threading fingers through hair, holding her in position, and Riley knew from experience that was definitely a good sign.Wait, seriously, she was good at this?"Really?" she blurted, pulling back for just long enough to get the word out before seeing Kai's finger drifting down, almost as if pointing toward what she needed to aim for. Riley licked her lips, tasting a little more of Kai upon them, before going back. She planted another kiss before again lathering. her head moved up and down in a nodding motion as she tried her best to lick her friend to orgasm. After a few nods though, Kai pretty well took over, just shoving Riley's face toward her. The blonde reached up, knowing what was coming to some degree. A hand moved to help hold Kai's raised leg up, not wanting the sniper to fall. Another moved toward Kai's abdomen, pressing slightly, helping to balance and to stop Kai from thrashing too much. All the while, Riley did her best to keep lapping, not sure what else to do besides curling her tongue and lashing Kai's drooling sex.Despite herself, Riley started to get into it. Her head bobbed, her tongue began stretching to its utmost, even penetrating into the folds for a moment. She curled slightly as she did, almost flicking against the area where Kai had been teasing, and she kept going, right up until the orgasm hit. Then Riley was mostly along for the ride, holding onto Kai and flushing yet again. So not fair that she got to cum and I WHAT AM I THINKING? Embarrassment widened Riley's eyes as juices hit her, and she found herself just kneeling there, stunned, while her friend panted her way down from orgasm.The suddenly squealed apology made Riley jump."Well, thanks?" she tried, not sure what else to say. She reached up to wipe up her mouth, doing her best not to start licking her fingers. The begging had her looking up, and she flushed. She looked away from Kai."What? Tell them that you pretty much jumped a superior officer in the shower and demanded I sexually service you or you'd hit me?" she asked. She rubbed at her face. "Kai, I made the serum, remember? This was... kinda a possibility," Riley flushed, but gestured for Kai to offer her a hand up, wincing as her legs straightened. "Honestly, it's probably best that you did it to me, since I actually know why you suddenly decided that you like the fairer sex. Plus, it is kinda flattering?" Riley let out a wry laugh, looking away again. She chewed her lip, glancing back to Kai."How are you feeling now? Are you still..." Riley's eyes drifted toward Kai's lower half, still quite bared, and then up at her friend. It felt... weird that suddenly Kai was more embarrassed and fumbling. But, well, Riley was mostly trying to cover it up, and seeing her friend freak out made her want to be... saner? That and right now, Riley was mostly just feeling a little frustrated and thinking about what sort of devices she could make with ragnite back in her tent... "I... uh... I don't know what to say."Kai blushed at Riley's surprisingly kind response, taking Riley's hand and pulling the blonde scientist back up to her feet. Sure, she took the opportunity for a few quick jabs at her, but the Gallian sniper had fully expected for Riley to explode on her like one of the shells to her mortar. The fact that she was being so...understandingabout the situation made Kai feel at least a little less nervous about the ordeal."Yeah, I don't know what happened to me... It's just after you injected me, I couldn't stop thinking about... well you know."Kai averted her gaze away from Riley, reaching for the pants and underwear she had so eagerly discarded to the ground a few moments prior. She fumbled with the garments for a few moments, wondering how to best approach such an insanely embarrassing situation."I... I'm still feeling its effects."Kai began earnestly. It was better if she didn't try to lie like she had back at the tent. She was certainly notfine, but her state was at the very least controllable now."I don't think I'll go off the rails again, but I still feel it..."She explained, shutting her eyes for a moment to collect the myriad of thoughts that were running through her head. She had always seen herself as straight as a bullet, but for some reason, the serum had her constantly thinking about Riley. Perhaps it was the serum, or maybe Riley's concoction had only awaken something that had always been inside of the young sniper. Despite exercising as much self control as she could, Kai couldn't help but lust for another chance at getting under that beautifully short skirt once again."How about you, Riley?"Kai asked softly, noticing the scientist's rather disheveled state. After being thrown around like a sex toy, she certainly looked worse than Kai did."I didn't hurt you, did I?"She looked over the young woman, trying her hardest to keep her gaze away from those... thoselegs. Kai found herself blushing once again, crossing her arms against her chest nervously."Y you... you didn't get to finish, did you?" As awkward as it was to say, Kai could only imagine how frustrating that probably was for Riley."I'm... I'm still due for a check up, aren't I?"Her voice fell to a hushed whisper,"If you want... I can go back with you to your tent..."She asked, her voice quivering from sheer nervousness.What the hell, Kai?After sexually assaulting Riley and begging for forgiveness, she was already making another pass at her friend? Kai couldn't believe her own audacity, biting the underside of her lip as she waited for Riley's response. After all, despite just how bad the situation was, Riley was taking it surprisingly well...and Riley's moans certainly didn't lie. While she waited for Riley to respond, Kai slowly slipped back into her undergarments and the skintight pants that always left little to the imagination. Once she was fully dressed, she turned towards Riley, still feeling a strangely aching sensation between her legs. In reality, Riley was doing her best not to try and freak out. She had, after all, essentially been sexually assaulted by her closest friend in her squad while she'd been trying to take a shower. A huge part of her wondered if she'd be feeling quite so forgiving if it hadn't felt so good, or if it hadn't been Kai, or if... lots of ifs there. The blonde flushed just thinking about them, her hands going down to adjust her own panties and smooth her skirt, glad at least that Kai had just yanked her tights down instead of ripping through them. Of course, the hands so dangerously near her still aching, sensitive sex made Riley bite her lip and pause for a few moments, but it was a sacrifice she'd have to make.Riley looked up to her friend as Kai admitted to still feeling the effects. That only made the lip bite worse. "Okay, well, that's that's not great," she admitted, shifting her feet, the skirt swirling slightly about her, even that bit of movement making her flinch. "If you're feeling that way again, you should probably seek me out," oh God, she was definitely outright blushing now. "Not because of of ah, it's not it's just I know. I know what's going on, so, so I won't, like, fight you?" oh God, she could not go redder, and Kai was blushing and pointing out things.Things that were making Riley freeze, realizing that her hands had kept brushing at her skirt. She instantly laced her fingers, pulling them behind her back. This did mean she was slightly pushing her chest out, but Kai hadn't lathered her attentions upon that, so Riley didn't quite ache there as much as she could've. Of course, it just had to get... better? Worse? Oh. My. God... Did Kai just... and she's biting her lip, which does look pretty cute, and she's not... wrong, per say. It would probably feel good, since Kai knew what she was doing. Plus it would probably make her feel less guilty about the whole assaulting me in the shower thing.... WAIT, what am I thinking? This is Kai! She's my friend, and she's clearly having problems with an experiment I caused! I can't just ask her to to finish me off or something, like she's some kind of kind of sex toy! Oh God, and I've been standing here silently for, like, ever now. She's surely thinking I'm thinking that she's weird or that I didn't like it or that I hate her now or or something."That's, ah, while I, um, appreciate the offer, Kai. Really, I do. I don't you don't owe me anything. It is kinda my fault, I mean, not entirely, but at least partially my fault, that you're all like this. So it's kinda my duty to make sure that everything's okay. So, I mean, when you need me, I'll be there, but you don't have to yeah, you don't have to to yeah. That," there, that should get it all out there. And hey, now they were both dressed. So they could just head off to the showers and, like, if this happened again, they'd... address it then, right? Kai listened attentively for several moments, a flustered blush stretched across her face as Riley attempted to dance around the question."Yeah, I get it."She replied rather abruptly, the slight pang of disappointment resounding in the far corners of her voice. Though she didn't outright reject her, Kai would be lying if she hadn't been hoping for more. A mixture of frustration and embarrassment struck Kai's facial features as she struggled to make sense of the situation."Sorry. I should have known better than to suggest something like that... especially after what I did to you."She shut her eyes for a moment as she spoke, shaking her head nervously.No.They were just friends.What had just happened was a one time thing, a case of losing control that she hoped would never happen again. Despite Riley dropping several hints that she would be okay with another encounter, Kai's aloofness seemed to win the day."I guess I'll just have to get used to it, right? I'm not exactly sure what this serum is supposed to do, but it must do something if the side effects are this..."She paused for a moment, searching for the correct word."... Lucid." She said finally, turning towards Riley. The sniper bit her lip, crossing her arms against her arms nervously against her chest."I should get going."Kai moved past Riley, their shoulders brushing against one another as she moved past. The slight, momentary contact was enough to send a shudder throughout Kai's body, causing her to pause for a brief moment to regain her composure.This damn drug is strong. She thought to herself before pushing forward and out of the locker rooms. Once she was on her own, she decided to head back to her tent to get some rest...among other things... The Next Day... Kai had been reading a novel in her tent when she heard a set of footsteps approaching.Riley?Kai thought to herself, shutting the book immediately before turning towards her door. Several moments later, a familiar figure pushed through the door and entered her tent."Oh, hey Claude."Kai remarked, carefully hiding the disappointment that lingered in her voice. Why was she so disappointed that it was Claude and not Riley? Kai casually placed her hand over her face to hide the streak of red that had appeared at the very thought of it."What'cha need?"She mused softly, hoping that the always ignorant Claude wouldn't notice her nervous demeanor."Hey Kai. I need to send you out on a scouting mission. Normally we'd send a scout for this, but we need this to be as discreet as possible."Claude explained. Kai almost immediately jumped up from her seat, the prospect of a mission was exactly what she needed to get things off of her mind."Yeah, sure. Give me ten and I'll be at the gate."Kai nodded, reaching for her rifle and hat."Anything else I need to know?""Not sure. The brass says its a need to know basis."Claude extended his hand out towards Kai, the other end of a sealed, manila folder reaching towards the Gallian sniper."Everything you need to know is inside this folder. When you get back, they'll probably have you give a briefing on the situation."As soon as Kai had taken the folder into her hands, Claude turned and began to head for the exit. "Oh, I almost forgot. Command says that you have to take your designated partner with you.""Wait, what?"Kai's face burned red at the thought of being alone with Riley again."I thought this was a solo mission!""It is. But Riley has to keep tabs on you while you're under the effects of that serum. Orders are orders."The Gallian officer opened the door to Kai's tent, turning one last time,"I told Riley to meet you at the gate. You can just fill her in when you get there."The door slammed shut behind him."Oh boy..."Kai was already beginning to feel nervous at the very thought. She began to collect all of the gear she needed: her sniper rifle, cold weather uniform, climbing rope and emergency rations in case they would be stranded for too long. Once she was ready to go, she slung her gear bag over one shoulder and her rifle over the other. It was time to go meet Riley at the gate... Kai arrived at the gate not too long after, her amber eyes catching a familiar silhouette in the distance as she approached. "Hey Riley." She greeted nervously, still shy over the events that had happened just a few hours prior."Sorry that you have to come out with me like this... Heh "An awkward laugh escaped her lips, placing one hand behind the back of her head as she spoke."Probably not how you had wanted to spend your Valentine's Day, right?" She mused softly, before removing the folder from her pack and opening the top. Inside of the folder, there was a series of pictures and documents, most of which had been stamped as classified.Was she supposed to be sharing this with RIley?"Scouting mission, looks like. They want us to check the nearby valley to see if the enemy is guarding it and report back."She explained, before shoving the materials back into the folder."You sure you're okay with coming along with me on this?" See, that was exactly what Riley was worried about: she'd clearly hurt Kai's feelings. It sucked, because she'd been doing just about everything she could to make surenot to hurt her friend, and she'd just all but stomped on it. The blonde felt like whimpering or making up more excuses or saying something, anything. But compliments on Kai's sexual prowess felt totally inappropriate given what just happened. And Riley couldn't just, like, flirt with her friend or something. All she could think to do was keep reassuring Kai that it was all okay and nothing was wrong. Just keep smiling and putting on a brave face and..maybe get a look at Kai's butt again? God, what's wrong with me... but her butt's always looked nice, right? Maybe it's, like, a side effect. Like, I've now been down there and... tasted, so now I have some kind of internal desire to just be... interested."It's supposed to warm you up, but it does attach to... systems..." Riley explained, trying to move her hands to further illustrate her point. She had heard already that a few of the guys were having similar reactions, though not as strongly as Kai's. Raging erections had been reported, though there were fortunately a few females that were willing to take care of it. As Riley watched her friend , she thought on the whole situation and figured she needed to get something figured out. There should be ways of modifying the serum so that it wouldn't cause quite so strong a side effect. If nothing else, Riley had to make absolutely certain that if the negative effects hit Kai, the only one who would be nearby was Riley. That way Kai could just repeat this all over again...... for science. And to help Kai. Not because Riley was... thinking about it. She flushed and almost ran over to the shower, hands between her legs. The water would be nice and cold when it hit the blonde's tender skin, and she'd end up moaning loud enough to get teased about it from some of the girls that came in shortly afterwards. that...night? Riley rubbed at her eyes, blinking at the chemical formulae that lay in front of her. She just couldn't get a handle on what was going on with the ragnite. Everything she didshould be stabilizing it perfectly. The adjustments were lining up, the ragnite output was perfect. Everything that should be focused on boosting testosterone had been tweaked to account for increased levels of estrogen. It all should be expertly balanced. It should just ignite internal systems and create an overall warmth in temperature."If only I had more to test..." Riley mumbled, running her hands through her hair. She couldn't exactly get extra samples. What was she supposed to say? That one of their men soldiers had woman parts and needed special changes? Yeah, that wasn't going to work. And Riley couldn't exactly test it on anyone else, or tweak anyone else's formula. They were at war, and Squad E was suspected of having at least one spy among their ranks. There would be no sharing formula. Riley squinted at her notes, holding them up. Maybe it was just... increasing Kai's primal urges? there had to be an answer here somewhere.... the next day "Riley? Riley!" Dan's insistent voice made Riley jerk away, almost falling out of the Jeep. They'd hauled her gear out to the gate, telling her that Kai had been selected for a "solo" mission that would require extended time away from base. The driver looked at the girl, concern on his features. She waved him off, before stretching. "Long night," Riley offered, before finally slouching off the Jeep."Well, if you say so," offered Dan, jerking his head back toward camp. "Looks like Kai's headed this way. Wish I could take you girls a bit further, but orders are orders."Riley flashed a smile as she unloaded the two cases, one containing her mortar, the other containing Ragnite injections for the next few days. She wasn't completely certain she should be bringing her weapon she figured she'd talk it over with Kai before they headed out, but she definitely knew that cutting off Kai's injections now would be a very bad idea. "We'll manage,' she said, nodding. "I mean, it's Deadeye Kai, right? I couldn't be safer."Dan chuckled, nodding his agreement before reaching down to turn on the Jeep. The vehicle pulled away as Kai approached. Riley raised a hand in greeting. "Hey Kai," came first, along with a nod. She was about the respond to the comment, before realizing that they would likely be spending Valentine's Day out. Huh, Riley hadn't even realized that, and the thought now made her wonder for a few moments. It wasn't as if she had anyone she cared about. Like, maybe there was something there with Claude? She certainly admired him, that much was true. She pushed it aside as Kai focused back in. "Really, I'll be fine. Though if we're scouting, I should probably leave this," she patted her mortar, "here. I can probably use one of the basic rifles..." everyone did get training, though Riley would admit that she was a terrible show. She was great at calculations and figuring things out, not with pointing a gun and firing. Still, she was already walking over toward a gatehouse, giving instructions about her mortar and taking an offered, standard issue rifle. At least she'd have less to carry. Turning back, Riley nodded to Kai. "You should probably fill me in on some of the details when we get far enough from base. Just in case something happens to you," Riley offered. She gave Kai an almost knowing smile. "I can definitely keep a secret," another confident nod, and Riley gathered up her gear, shouldering it all rather easily, while waiting for Kai to take the lead. After all: the sniper knew where they were headed. Hopefully Kai would have some leniency, since Riley was still fighting a yawn, and the red shot through her eyes was a bit more noticeable than she thought. Kai shot the blonde scientist a terse nod as she waited for Riley to swap out her mortar for one of the more basic, Federation rifles."Good point."Kai mused softly, though she was quite surprised that Riley was willing to give up one of her favorite contraptions for a rifle she barely knew how to use. Well, we're not planning on getting in any fights... and if we do, I should be able to protect her.Leading Riley towards the headquarters exit, her eyes glanced over the nearby horizon.Snow's getting bad, looks like a snowstorm is coming...They would need to finish their mission quickly, or they'd have difficulties navigating their way back to base."There's gonna be a new offensive soon and the Imps are hunkered down. But they think there's a gap... so they're sending me to confirm it."Kai began, trudging through the heavy piles of snow that lay across the Earth. Oddly enough, Kai felt much warmer than the last time she had went on a mission. It looked like the serum was working wonders and keeping her quite warm."Normally they'd send a scout, but scouts move quickly and tend to not watch their step. If they notice the enemy in the area, we may lose our chance to break through later."Kai continued to navigate across the snow, turning back every now and again to find Riley lagging slightly behind her."You cold, Riley?"Kai asked softly, a look of concern marking her gentle features. It was a stupid question, of course she was freezing her ass off in that cute, short skirt of hers. Especially when Kai took into account the bright blue panties underneath that probably didn't do much to Why was she thinking about Riley's panties again? Kai shook the naughty thoughts from her mind as she pressed onward. They traveled for another hour, until the pair could see a massive cliff side hulking in the distance. She waved her hand for Riley to stop,"Alright, sit tight. We're in Imp territory now."Grabbing her rifle from her back, she placed the glass of her scope close to her eye as she peered through the snow."Yeah. This is the place."Riley mused as her rifle moved across the horizon. From her scope, she could see Imperial soldiers fortifying the nearby area, the large campfires they had erected giving away their positions. Opening a small notebook, she began a pattern of lowering her eyes to quickly sketch the surrounding area and enemy fortifications before looking back into her scope. She did this several times, committing as many notes as she could on the small pages before noticing a strange glint in her sniper's scope."RILEY! GET DOWN!"Kai shouted, dropping her things to tackle her friend to the ground.Almost as soon as Kai and Riley hit the snow, a bullet whizzed through the air, the crackle of the shot echoing just shortly after. Kai rose to her feet, immediately grabbing her things as two more shots rang out behind them.Multiple snipers? How the hell did they find us so quickly?It didn't take long for Kai to realize that this had been a trap. No doubt someone had alerted the enemy that they would be coming."Riley! Run!"Gripping her rifle in one hand and Riley's hand in the other, Kai began to sprint across the snow, pulling Riley in a clever zig zag formation that made it difficult for the enemy snipers to gain a shot on them. Yet, running through the open snow was risky. They needed to find some cover if they were going to escape alive."There!"Kai shouted, pointing towards the adjacent treeline. Though the trees had withered in the winter climate, their large trunks would provide adequate cover for the pair as they retreated inwards. Moving into the treeline, Kai looked back to see if anybody had been following them which quickly proved to be a fatal mistake. Tripping on a fallen branch that had been hidden by a layer of snow, Kai tumbled forward, losing her grip on Riley before falling down a nearby slope."AHh shit!"Kai whimpered as she hit the ground. Though the snow had broken her fall, she could tell that her ankle was thoroughly fucked up."Riley! I I can't walk!"Kai cried as she tried to rise to her feet, only to buckle and fall against her own weight. "Go... Just get out of here!" Kai remarked rather suddenly. "Just go without me!"She glanced over toward Riley. The enemy was bound to be on their tail... and with Kai's fucked up leg, there was no way either of them would make it home through the coming snowstorm."I'll be fine! I'll... I'll just find some place to hide." The bleary eyed scientist nodded along as Kai confirmed their route and the plan. Gap in the forces, checking up it really did sound more like scout work, but if they sent Kai, there definitely had to be reasons. Though they'd barely gotten started, and already Riley was almost tempted to steal some of Kai's injections for herself. The whipping wind was hitting her hard, making her wish she had thicker winter clothing. Her tights were far warmer than you'd think, but they still didn't block the biting wind as it drifted through. Mix the cold with Riley's severe lack of sleep, and the blonde was stumbling almost as much as she was walking. The only thing working to her benefit was the lack of her usual weighty mortar: Riley was way more used to carrying more gear. She really didn't want to think about what would happen if she were attempting to lug it along with the injections.At the question of coldness, Riley responded with a short, quick curt shake of the head. She picked up her pace slightly, wanting to further demonstrate how very not cold she was. She'd catch up with Kai soon enough, though her breath was coming out in quicker pants. The option of sitting tight sounded good, and she almost collapsed. Of course, she then remembered that she'd at least kept her binoculars from her mortar kit, which she quickly got out and used to start scanning herself. There they were: several different soldiers."They must have just got here... or this is a more temporary base. I don't see any mortars or tanks or anything big..." offered Riley, her voice hushed as she kept looking. Her focus was so intent on making sure she was right that she didn't notice the glint . Her binoculars hit her chest as Kai tackled her, while her rifle ended up flying into the snow. Only quick reflexes helped her snag the case and hold it against her side. Of course, this meant that Kai nearly squished a set of binoculars and a hard metal case against her friend, likely bruising the blonde. Way better than the alternative, to be sure. Riley almost whimpered at the cracks of bullets she'd been hit by snipers before. Side effect of being a grenedier. Didn't make it any easier, and she was soon scrambling along. Without the rifle, and with her adrenaline pumping, Riley actually moved pretty quick, matching Kai pretty well, even hitting the treeline moments before Kai did. A cry made her whirl, and she instantly started cursing. With time, they could set Kai's ankle, use some of the first aid ragnite they were carrying, and it wouldn't be long before Kai was up and out again. Unfortunately, they didn't have time. "That's not going to happen!" Riley insisted. She shifted her grip on the case, and immediately bent to pick up Kai. She held the sniper's legs under her own, draping the other's body over hers. It wasn't a fire man's carry: Riley wasn't quite that strong in the arms. Essentially she was piggybacking her friend. "Hold on!" Riley insisted, taking off at a speed that was only slightly slower. "I thought I saw an embankment a bit off track. Not really a cave, but it should give us some shelter!" The wind had started to pick up, and the shots were going more wild, but Riley was still moving as quick as she could, Kai bouncing on her back. "And before you say anything: my mortar's about as heavy as you are. You seriously need some more bread, Kai!" the last was said in tease as the wind whipped up. Riley was actually glad of Kai's warmth: the sniper practically radiated heat. The little outcropping Riley had seen was ahead, and while it wouldn't fully protect them, it would hit several sides, and they could probably go in deep enough to hide, at the very least.... "W what are you doing?" Kai yelped in surprise as Riley threw the Gallian sniper effortlessly over her back. She should have known that Riley wouldn't leave her. After all, the last time she had been injured in an attempt to save Raz, the entire squad had refused to leave her behind."You... you idiot."Kai retorted, her lips creasing into a grin as her friend teased her about her weight. Her eyes caught the same sighting that Riley had spotted just a moment prior, an outcropping that might be adequate cover for them to hide in. "Good eye, Riley."Kai remarked as Riley navigated to the newfound secluded spot.As soon as they were at least somewhat hidden, Kai lowered herself off of Riley's back and onto the ground."Damn it hurts..."She groaned as she brought her rifle up to her chest. Even if her legs didn't work, her arms were more than healthy enough to put a bullet through any Imps that tried to come their way."It was a trap. There's no way that we should have been spotted so quickly. They had at least six guns trained on us in less than five minutes."She explained, keeping her eyes out for any approaching Imperials. Kai bit her lip, her mind racing as she thought about how they might be able to get out of this situation."Storm's coming. The Imperials will have to call off their search parties soon, which means we'll be safe..."Kai turned towards Riley."If we don't freeze to death."She added. Despite being under the effects of the serum, even Kai could feel the cold beginning to take hold of her body. She could only imagine what Riley was feeling. Through her rifle's scope, she continued to scan the immediate area, hoping to find a place where they can hide away from the elements and to make sure that any Imperial pursuers weren't hot on their trail."Hey, take a look."Kai pointed over towards what appeared to be a nearby structure. It appeared to be an abandoned hunting lodge of some sort and though it stuck out like a sore thumb, it would keep them from freezing their asses off once the snowstorm had come in full force."Mind giving me a lift?"Kai asked softly, throwing one arm over Riley's shoulder. Once she was up, Kai used the butt of her sniper rifle to prevent placing any pressure on her injured foot."Let's go."Kai began to hobble across the snow, eventually coming to the small lodge that sat in a clearing within the forest. The lodge was in quite a deplorable state, but an intact roof and doorway was a luxury Kai was more than happy to have."Well, it's not home, sweet home. But It'll have to do."She explained, following Riley inside.Kai shut the door behind her before settling herself down on a nearby box."Ow ow ow ow ow."Kai groaned as she lowered herself onto the box. Once she was settled in, the sniper glanced over towards Riley."You... you wouldn't happen to have that serum, would you?"She asked, a pang of nervousness in her voice."If we get too cold... we might need to use it to keep ourselves from freezing... which means you might need to take it as well..." Later, Riley would wonder how she actually managed it. She'd somehow gotten Kai to something like shelter, managed to get her friend to safety, and managed to keep hold of most of their gear. She wasn't even sure some of their burlier lancers could've managed it, yet she barely felt winded. Still, barely did mean she was catching her breath, leaning against a walk wall and closing her eyes. The cold had definitely started seeping in: she could feel it sliding into her recently worked muscles, spreading its chilly fingers throughout. Portions of her blood nearly felt as if they were slowing. At least they were safe, and if need be, they could always just use body heat or something.Riley opened a blue eye, looking toward Kai as she explained and watched. The blonde kept gathering breath."Sounds like there might be a spy then. I think I heard mentions of it around the base..." Riley admitted, trialing off. She didn't want to think about anyone in Squad E betraying them, particularly not to the Empire, but, well, she didn't know everything, or everyone, for that matter. Riley was one of the newest recruits to the squad, so maybe there was something there she didn't realize. She closed her eyes again, wondering.Only to open as Kai outlined another plan. "Ugh, how did I miss that?" she mumbled, mentally kicking herself. Though as she stopped to think about it, she realized they likely wouldn't have seen it from their previous position. It took their getting under this outcropping. Riley shook her head, knowing that she needed to gather herself. They were still on mission, for at least a bit longer. Which meant she was readjusting the case and moving over to Kai again. They managed to get everything braced and set off moving. The snow and wind once more bit into Riley, and she felt herself shivering, unable to hold it back without the adrenaline pumping she'd had before. She braced against the door, holding it tight before making sure everything would be locked. While Kai winced and got rested, Riley took another peek outside. There didn't seem to be anyone following them, and the winds should cover their tracks.Wait, what? Riley turned back to Kai, eyes wide. "Um, yeah, I, ah, have it..." she admitted, flushing. "But, I mean, I can't exactly... they're keeping a tight watch on it, remember? That's why you have to take it in the first place...' she chewed her lip, considering. "Okay, so, I can give you your next dose, and we can see if there's, like, stuff around here. We have some survival blankets, and you're already producing a lot of heat. We can always, just, you know. Get... under blankets. After you take the dose," Riley was rather pink, turning to look back outside. She didn't see anything, so she went back, deciding that they'd need to see if there were beds or anything. The place was ransacked pretty bad, but there did appear to be something resembling furniture. Maybe they'd get lucky? She looked back to Kai. "Did you need help getting your foot braced? I have some first aid ragnite on hand, so if we can just wrap your foot and give you the dosage, you should be just fine. Then we can, ah, give you your next injection," another confident nod as Riley took a step forward. Unfortunately for the blonde, exhaustion met with adrenaline withdrawal met with cold met with nerves, all making her knees buckle at just the wrong moment, likely sending her sprawling straight into her friend. As Riley explained why she couldn't administer a dose of the serum to herself, Kai began to wonder if it was possible that the enemy had been after this serum all along."So. I'm the exclusive guinea pig, then. Got it."She sighed, opening the rucksack she had brought with her. Luckily, she had brought some food and water, along with blankets that they could use to keep warm."Thanks, but I'm good. I can "Before Kai could finish her sentence, she noticed Riley falling in her direction. "AH!" Riley gasped in surprise as the scientist fell straight into Kai, knocking the both of them over and falling onto the floor.The world spun for several moments as Kai's back was pressed up against the ground. It took a few moments for the dizziness to subside and once it did, Kai noticed that Riley was laying on top of her, her legs straddled over Kai's own."R Riley!"There was an immediate pang of worry before Kai realized that she was fine, replacing her worry with a sudden, awkward shyness."I..."Kai's face burned hot as dark pools stared nervously upwards at her friend. Before Riley could shift off of her, two hands slowly inched upwards, moving past Riley's face before curling themselves behind the blonde scientist's neck.Dark eyes locked into those alluring, sapphire gemstones as the sniper began to pull Riley closer, until their lips hovered dangerously close to one another."Riley..."She cooed underneath her breath, nibbling at her own lip for a moment as her eyes studied Riley's gorgeous features. Closing her eyes, she moved her lips to crash into Riley's own, lovingly kissing her before allowing her warm tongue to slip into her friend's mouth. Though it had only been a day since Kai had been administered that serum, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about Riley since then. The beautiful science officer had been on her mind constantly. As her tongue tentatively lapped against Riley's own, she forced away all of the bad thoughts that plagued her mind. The nervousness, the stress, the cold. It all disappeared with a single, passionate kiss.As their lips finally drew away from one another, Kai's lips creased into a small, yet vibrant smile."That was a uh... a thank you... for saving me."Her heart was pounding now, the sniper wondering if what she did had been too...brazen."You... you should probably give me that injection now..." Kai unhooked one of her arms from behind Riley's head, placing her hand against her friend's soft cheek. If Riley gave her the serum, it was almost a guarantee that Kai would take her right then and there... but did they have much of a choice? "What? No! I mean, every guy is getting the injections but, um, I mean, I guess you're the special one in that you're the only not guy getting it?" the blonde managed right before the fall. There likely would've been more stammering and protesting or other explanations, but she was currently on top of the sniper. Her heart hammered at about a thousand beats a minute, and Riley almost swore it fluttered. She'd read about scenarios like this, and how often they, like, ended up with first kisses or awkward declarations of affection or something. It didn't help that Kai looked as if she were thinking exactly the same thing. She has the prettiest eyes, all amber colored and clear, kinda like a cat. I wonder if anyone ever tells her that...The hands made her almost flinch."Um, Kai?" she asked, eyes flicking toward the hands. Some of Riley's hair had fallen down, forming a curtain around them, which she could just see, the whole thing allowing them privacy for the next few moments. She looked down, seeing those piercing eyes hammering into hers again. Riley's heart fluttered again, almost skipping a beat, and someone apparently released some butterflies into her stomach. There was just something in that expression, something affectionate, and Riley for a moment wondered why she'd been quite so adamant about saving Kai back there. Because we're friends... squadmates, that's Lips touched hers. Riley let out a little cry of surprise, eyes widening for a moment. But at the same time, she felt her mouth opening, just a bit, as if she instinctively wanted to let Kai inside. Her own tongue was tentative, only moving when Kai prodded. The blonde's thoughts just halted, the hammering of her blood in her ears all she heard. She felt everything swelling, the whole thing just this orchestrated, crystallizing, beautiful moment, exactly like kisses were supposed to be. The thought made Riley let out this soft, gentle sigh, her body relaxing, almost melting into Kai's.Then it stopped, Riley eyes remaining closed, her mouth hanging open a beat longer than Kai's. She blinked, looked down at the sniper. And, realizing what happened, Riley turned an almost violent shade of red. "Right. Just, ah, a thanks. Got it. I kiss people who who save my life all the time. no big deal," she said, fluttering a hand. That had definitely not felt like a big deal. But it was probably just.... just leftover reaction bits. Yeah, that was it. Riley's body was remembering the whole arousal thing from earlier today, and, like, it had reacted. And yeah, that made total sense.Because butterflies, warm fuzzy feelings, and thoughts about her eyes are all physical, instinctive reactions. God Riley, you are not that stupid! You clearly have a slight crush on Kai maybe because she's pretending to be a guy? An awesome guy. With killer eyes. Who puts other people first and is all serious when she needs to be and can handle herself and has, like, this absolutely built body. Like, omigod, she makes Claude look like a total wimp, but, like, not with the whole hulking thing. Svelte, she's svelte. "Sure!' chirped Riley, about two octaves higher than she needed to be. "Right. Serum. We, ah, need to inject you. Because because..." then, anything we do counts as the serum, and not us. So I can totally see if, like, I might be curious or if it's Kai or "Because we don't want to freeze!" Riley popped up, moving almost too quick, and darted back toward the suitcase. Her hands were almost trembling as she unfastened it. Riley paused, licking her lips. "Remember! You need to take off your pants!" she chirped, looking over to Kai again. "For the injection! So things don't get in the way " Kai watched nervously as Riley ran over to her suitcase, opening the metal box as she reminded the sniper that her pants needed to be removed."Yeah. As if I'd forget..."She rolled her eyes, an awkward smirk stretched across her face as she leaned backwards. With her back pressed against floor, she pointed her legs towards the ceiling as she skillfully removed the tight, combat pants which accentuated her rather...svelteform. Though it seemed somewhat counter intuitive to remove her pants so that she could get warmer, Kai thought it was probably better not to sweat the little details. Besides, her pants were probably going to come off sooner or later with the way things were going at this rate.When Riley would turn to face Kai again, her gaze would be greeted by Kai's well rounded backside, her chest leaning over the box she had been sitting on just a few moments prior. Her tight rear was covered only by her white undergarments, which even Kai would admit made her ass look magnificently big. As she heard Riley move slowly towards her, she could feel her heart beating faster within her chest, her cheeks burning pink and even her sensitive sex began to leak desire. Kai bit her lower lip, trying to contain her body's premature excitement. At this rate, there was a chance Kai wouldn't need the serum at all."H hurry up."Kai whined as she waited for Riley to position herself behind her. Why was it that her body was beginning to feel so... weird? Even before the drug entered her body, the anticipation was bothering her greatly.I need it, I need it, I need it, I need it. Kai's mind raced as she felt Riley's hand begin to pull down her underwear so that she could press the needle into her ass. As soon as the needle had pierced her flesh, a soft whimper escaped Kai's lips, which was nothing compared to the ecstasy she felt when the serum entered her body."Oh fuck!"Kai suddenly moaned aloud as the liquid entered her body. She placed her hand over her mouth as her eyes rolled upwards, smothering her moans.Why does it feel so damned good?! Once the "Riley Miller Special" had been fully administered, Kai had already begun to pant profusely, her mouth watering as small drops of her sweet nectar began to cascade down the inside of her thighs."R Riley..."Slowly, the Gallian sniper turned towards her friend, a crazy look stretched across her face. It was at that moment, Kai had once again lost all of her senses.Grabbing the front of Riley's coat, Kai pulled the blonde scientist closer before thrusting her lips against her own, allowing her tongue to immediately invade between Riley's lips. Her tongue passionately ravaged the inside of Riley's mouth, aggressively wrestling with her tongue as Kai moved to push Riley down against the floor. God, she needed this... "lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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Just focus on how amazing her eyes are again or or By this point, Riley was biting her lip and at least averting her eyes... right up until she realized she kinda had to look. And there was that almost too tight looking ass. Riley walked over as if this wasn't a big deal. "It's not that cold," she protested, taking some note of the little puff of steam from the words. Riley's stomach did knot slightly as she realized that Kai sounded almost... excited by the prospect. So maybe they were both using this as some kind of weird excuse to cover their experimentation with each other? Riley shook the thoughts off, for now. She instead gently pulled down just enough of Kai's demure panties to bare the soft white, put the needle down, and injected the ragnite compound into her friend. Riley watched the swirling serum enter her friend with some trepidation: what if continued doses had longer lasting effects? She really didn't want to permanently switch Kai over to a sex fiend or anything. But then again, it was much more likely that Kai would grow used to it, and Riley had just spent time tweaking the formula and omigod, is she covering moans? And was that my name? Oh, and those eyes...Yep, Kai was definitely staring Riley down with the predatory, hungry look in her eye. It looked very nearly crazed, super wanting, and made Riley almost audibly gulp. But she had just about volunteered for this, and the butterflies in her stomach weren't just signaling her worry about the effects. Soon she found her lips giving way to her friend. Riley almost went limp beneath Kai's onslaught. Those pretty eyes closed while her mouth opened. She felt her body hitting the cold floor, such a sharp contrast from the scorching heat of the woman above her. Riley felt her hair fanning out against the floor, spiraling soft yellow along the dusty floor. She felt her mouth opening a little more, tongue moving in acceptance of her friend's assault.She is good at this kissing thing. Did Leena get a lot of practice? Or was this a girl thing? Or is it just because I like her or the serum or oh, Riley, just stop thinking and hold her a bit or something. The scientist let her hands rest on Kai's hips, just holding her gently while the other girl started gradually increasing the kissing, thoroughly getting into every moment of it. It wasn't long until Kai had completely surrendered herself to the mercy of the serum, her tongue desperately locked against Riley's own as the sniper shifted her weight against her. A string of needy moans passed from her lips, her mind eagerly racing with the hundreds of ways she wanted to fuck her friend. She had never desired somebody this much...and another woman no less. As Kai finally separated their lips from one another, her gaze stayed locked upon those beautiful, sapphire pools that stared back into her."I can tell that you want this as much as I do." Kai panted, her fingers slowly reaching underneath Riley's dangerously short skirt."Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging this time, sweetheart."As that last word lingered on her lips, her slender digits slowly prodded at Riley's panties, gently pushing the cotton fabric against her tight sex. She allowed her fingers to prod and tease for several moments, pushing the fabric up against her sensitive folds as she felt her fingers quickly becoming wet with Riley's desire. Eventually, she navigated her hand upwards, hooking her fingers against the waistband."Don't think we'll be needing this."Kai cooed as she began pulling the panties away from Riley's legs. Once the light blue panties had been liberated from Riley's legs, the sniper held them up for her friend to see. "Mm. You always dress so cute."She mused quietly, before unceremoniously rolling the fabric into a ball. Without any warning, Kai shoved the panties into Riley's mouth, grinning as half of the fabric hung from her mouth rather erotically."Be a good girl and don't drop that."Kai's hand gently caressed the side of Riley's cheek."Cause if you do, I'll make sure you regret it."She added, her hand tenderly rubbing at the side of her friend's face."Now turn around, keep your face on the floor and raise your ass towards me."She waited for Riley to do as she was told, watching as the scientist flipped over before raising her backside towards Kai."Good girl."Kai bit her lower lip as she admired the new view that was presented to her. Riley's beautiful ass, hardly covered by the short skirt that she was wearing. Without giving Riley any warning as to what was about to happen next, Kai's hands moved to separate the tight cheeks in front of her before burying her eager face between them. The tongue that had recently assaulted Riley's mouth extended outwards, teasingly beginning to trail itself around Riley's tight hole. Oh look: horny Kai's back.Riley kept her tongue moving, but she felt like she was doing everything she could just tobarely keep up with Kai. The other woman's aggression kept pouring through, seeping raw heat into the blonde. The scientist found herself moving, already starting to squirm. She felt her legs closing about the incoming hand, but her brain kicked in, telling her body that she needed to spread out if she was gonna go through with this. Trembling thighs parted yet again, giving Kai free access. Though Riley couldn't quite suppress her shivering, nor the constant thudding of her heart in her ears, or her mind telling her she really shouldn't do this that they were both girls that they were squadmates lots of other perfectly good reasons that were disappearing in a sea of heat.Kai parted, and Riley felt her breath pant out. The blonde could see the little curls of steam coming from her lips: signs of her arousal? Or just the cold, seeping through? She felt fingers moving, prodding."That that's awfully nice of you," allowed Riley. She trembled, still uncertain whether she should be moving back or what. Part of her wanted to actively participate, to touch or move in concert with Kai. But with that serum, Riley just didn't know if her friend would be willing. Yet when fingers moved up, lifted skirt, grabbed waistband, Riley almost eagerly lifted her hips. She felt the panties pulling from her sex, and she swore she heard the light schlick that came from fabric parting with her slightly damp lips. The adorably feminine garment looked almost tiny in Kai's hands, and the scientist flushed, knowing that technically they weren't her skimpiest. On larks she'd bought some downright risque lingerie, which she kept buried deep in her gear, reminders that she did happen to have girl parts. "I I like the way you dress to," offered Riley. She opened her mouth for more compliments, probably something about Kai's butt, admittedly, only to find panties going within.Naturally Riley made noises of protest, particularly as she could taste the slightly sweet, slightly salty flavor on the mostly soft fabric. The flush again returned to the blonde's face as she realized precisely what that was: her own arousal. She fought the urge to glare at Kai as the other woman teased her, and some part of her almost wanted to spit the panties out, if only to see what Kai would do. It is kind of tempting... but I really don't want to trigger a really aggressive action. But this is kind of humiliating... and kind of hot... and so, so wrong.The order came, and Riley found herself mumbling noises of protest. But, well, it was getting in the right position. So Riley shifted. She rolled over, the yellow hair again gliding off her body. It felt so bizarre, her thick coat covering her chest, while her short skirt barely covered her lower parts. And she still had her tights on, rolled down near her knees, but present. Riley leaned forward a bit more, knowing that her softly rounded ass was there for presentation. Kai surely knew how embarrassing the position was, particularly since Riley definitely knew which of them had the nicer ass. Why couldn't she have shown off her legs? She shifted, wondering if there was a way of doing that.And a tongue teased near Riley, drifted toward her body. The blonde felt the wet touching her and she let out a squeal, jerking. Her head flew up, the hair whipping around. Most smacked against Riley's back, almost lashing the scientist, but some would likely even land on Kai. Riley twisted, eyes going wide. She waved a hand toward Kai, making noises of protest around the panties. She actually dared rise just a bit, not quite wanting to really test Kai, but also not quite sure that she was really ready for the whole diving in and just doing whatever it was Kai was doing. Even if it felt good.Really good.Insanely good. In a really wrong right way. Almost as soon as Kai's tongue began circling Riley's tight hole, the young scientist jerked upwards, letting loose a squeal that caused Kai to momentarily stop what she was doing. She shot a glare towards Riley, pushing away the long, golden strands that had struck the front of her face. "Oh? You want me to stop?"A mischievous grin stretched across her lips as she put Riley's muffled protest into words, showing that she had zero intentions of stopping any time soon. Unfortunately for Riley, horny Kai's dictionary didn't include the word"no"within its vocabulary. Rather than stopping, Kai's hand reached backward before swiftly coming down on the rounded surface of the scientist's cute rear end, a resounding smack echoing throughout the cabin as she spanked her thoroughly."Don't you dare move again."Kai warned her, allowing her hand to rub against the now red spot from where she had been struck. If Riley decided to test her again, there was more than a dozen ways that Kai would make her regret her decisions, even warning her with a second, even more violent smack in the same spot, just in case Riley might have had any thoughts about misbehaving. She waited for Riley to settle down, before jumping on the opportunity to spread those wonderful cheeks once again. Sure, they weren't as big as Kai's, but that didn't matter at all, for the body that they were attached to was simply marvelous. As Kai assumed the same position once again, her tongue circling that delicately tight asshole once more, she could only imagine how fucking good it probably felt for her friend.Mmm. What I would give so I could thoroughly fuck this little asshole of hers.Her mind was filled with a variety of deprave an sinister thoughts as her tongue swirled, prodded and teased that little, forbidden hole. That was surely an interesting thought, for Kai to wonder what it would probably feel like to plunge her thick, strong cock deep into Riley's tight hole. That is, if shehad one."Mmf."Kai moaned at the very thought as her tongue continued to move, her eyes rolling upward in needy desire. Slowly, her hand navigated just below her face, caressing Riley's glistening folds. With just a single touch, her fingers could feel just how good of a job Kai had been doing so far to pleasure her friend."That's a good girl."Kai remarked as both her tongue and fingers continued to dance between Riley's legs, reveling in each of her little reactions. It probably didn't help Riley that Kai knew exactly where to move her fingers, exactly where to press and massage to get the blonde scientist begging for more. Moving two fingers inside, she began to curl her fingers upward, quickly locating all of Riley's most sensitive regions with the tip of her slender digits. The lust crazed sniper realized that it was probably the first time that Riley had ever had anything inserted inside of her outside of her own volition, which only encouraged Kai to make it a memorable experience indeed. This is wrong, this is wrong, this is so wrong on so many different levels. Riley, you really, really should not be turned on by this. Ignore that building heat between your legs, or the thoughts about how incredible Kai looks with that whole mischievous, predatory look in her eyes. Definitely don't think about how you still haven't spit out the panties in your mouth even though that should be super gross.Did she want Kai to stop? Before Riley could do more than ask herself the question, she felt a sharp crack, and the smack made her bottom wiggle. Another warning, and Riley again felt the shot of warmth spreading through her. Her sex actuallyspasmed slightly at that, just the whole naughty, taboo nature of it all. The blonde just couldn't help herself though: she wiggled her butt slightly toward Kai even as the other woman warned her, shifting to look up, a little mischief of her own entering into her eyes. After all, this time Riley hadn't been caught off guard, and she wasn't exactly someone who just rolled over whenever someone demanded. Even if said someone was delivering punishing smacks to her soft butt.Smack! Riley let out a yelp into the panties, jerking slightly at the sensation. She worked to hold as still as possible, waiting while Kai situated herself. Again Riley felt the tongue returning, moving to her puckered little star. The blonde groaned, head falling down once more. She could feel her muscles twitching, flexing against her. Interior walls clenched in raw preparation and want, almost as if hungrily mouthing. Riley could feel her body trembling from the sensation again. Felt warm wet sliding over her ass, creating more and more to drizzle down her thighs. God, was she wet. Riley knew that meant arousal, and she felt her skin flush with that realization. Because she could hardly deny that her friend, her female friend, was turning her on by licking and teasing her ass.Then something slid into her lower part. Riley let out another squeal, body vibrating once more. She could feel her snug, virginal folds parting for the inserted fingers. Felt Kai's slightly rough digits, so used to handling a gun and working, glide into her body. They soon showed insane dexterity, and Riley let out another little cry, jerking once more, as she felt Kai starting to map her out. Riley didn't even seem to know her pussy as well as this invader. because each little press touched a new pleasure node. Each prod sent more jolts of delight into her. Each wiggle pushed against her tight velvet walls, made her shake, made that coiling tightness increase within her lower abdomen. Riley pinched her eyes shut and groaned.Everything felt sotight. Riley could just feel her snug body, her untouched holes, stretching about the invaders. Muscles parted, gave way to insistent fingers. She felt each push shoving more and more arousal, more and more tightness into her. Sensations washed over her, leaving a shivering girl in their wake. Riley's body rocked back against fingers and tongue, pushing her heat eagerly against her new lover's. She tried shifting, widening her parted thighs for more access, before finding her trembling body trying to close up, as if to draw everything inward and upward. Fuck, this felt amazing. Riley vocalized through pantie gag, the muffled noises filling the desolate lodge for a moment, demonstrating just how eager the blonde was... and how close she was getting.Because at this rate, Riley was going to cum, andsoon. A pleased moan emanated from Kai's lips as her tongue and fingers continued to mercilessly ravage all of Riley's innocent holes. The buckling and quivering that ran across her beautiful legs and all of the way up her slender form only served to encourage the sex crazed Kai to continue, taking in the muffled moans that bled through those sexy, light blue panties as her own. The raven haired beauty could tell that Riley was getting close, inching desperately towards the climax that Kai had withheld from her in their previous encounter. If anything, Riley's tight, virgin walls were honest, eagerly convulsing as her fingers curled, massaged and thrust rhythmically inside of her. She continued on for several moments, allowing the pleasure to overwhelm Riley, inching her closer and closer to that amazing climax until..."Sorry, Riley, buuuuut I'm not letting you cum yet."The sadistic words left Kai's lips as she suddenly removed her fingers and tongue from Riley's perfect form. A few moments longer and Kai was quite positive that she would have had Riley screaming, but giving her that release so quickly wouldn't be any fun for her. Besides, Kai didn't want to be the one that was left unsatisfied this time.No, this time, Kai wanted the both of them to share the fun.With a strong push, Kai moved Riley from her previous position down onto her back. Though they were about the same size, Kai was significantly stronger than Riley, moving her blonde lover with relative ease. The move was no doubt disorienting for Riley, who had been edged so close to climax only to have it taken away at that very last moment. Before Riley could realize what was happening, Kai spread those captivating legs apart before shifting her body between them. As her fingers slowly trailed across the blue diamond pattern of Riley's cute stockings, she navigated her needy sex forward, the wet folds pressing eagerly up against Riley's own."Mmmn. Oh..oh fuck "Kai purred, biting her lip as she slowly pushed her weight forward, grinding up between Riley's legs as her body began to passionately rock back and forth. As she gently thrust back and forth, she could feel her body tremble every time her sensitive button enthusiastically kissed Riley's own. With each movement, Kai could feel herself edging closer and closer to the bring of insanity, her tongue lulling outside of her mouth as her piercing gaze stared hungrily down at the sapphires that stared back at her. But of course it wasn't enough.She wanted more.With each thrust, Kai's movements began to increase in pace, the athletic, dark haired sniper displaying her amazing dexterity as the thrusts increased in both speed and intensity. Each time those small bundle of nerves collided with one another, Kai felt a throbbing pulse of pleasure shiver up her entire being. As she continued to grind and buck against her friend, Kai reached down and finally plucked the makeshift pantie gag from Riley's mouth, tossing the fabric to the side."Cum with me, Riley."Kai moaned, panting as the heat rose in her chest. It wouldn't be long now until...until..."Oh fuck oh fuck oh F Fuck! MMMMMMnnnn! "Kai's screamed out as she finally came, her body falling into the same, amazing shock wave that had gripped her the day before. Her entire body convulsed, shaking profusely as her eyes rolled upward, the mind numbing orgasm temporarily stripping her of what sanity that remained. Her hands clawed desperately, gripping onto Riley's winter coat for dear life as she felt herself losing all sense of reality."Fuck!"She cried once again, the surge of pleasure still jolting up her body, throbbing in her chest and between her legs as she lost her grip and finally fell backwards."Oh god..." Kai panted as she lay across the cold, wood floor. She placed a hand on the side of her face, feeling the rising warmth that was emanating from her body."That... that was amazing..."She found herself still struggling to speak, her eyes slowly lulling over towards Riley. Riley had thought it had felt good when kai had gotten started. But the more and more the dark haired sniper worked, the more and more aroused Riley got. That burning fire spread throughout her veins, igniting blood. She could actually feel beads ofsweat forming on her trembling frame, the cold air of the nearly freezing lodge kissing against her skin. The sharp contrast only further drove home just how hot Riley was getting, drove home some very obvious realities.Tension mounted, twisted in her lower abdomen. Riley's familiarity with this intensity of arousal was passing, sure, but she could tell that she was getting close to climax. Such pressure built within her that it felt a little less like just a "climax" and a little more like she was about to outright explode. It had just... just been so long, and Riley could feel all her stress and arousal and desire and bodily want building up with each lash of the tongue and jut of the finger. Everything within her, the emotions and the need and just everything kept pulling and tension. Muscles clamped head swam, and she just... just felt it all building.A low moan echoed into her panties, Riley closing her mouth, very nearly swallowing fabric as she tried to bite down .She felt herself squealing soon after, jerking toward Kai's mouth. The noises became regular, mounting in octave and regularity. Riley's hips rolled, her body pulling closer and closer. She felt it all roaring up, building. Moisture started to leak more copiously, internal walls trembling in preamble."Mmrrr!" came out in a muffled near scream. "Mmming " she tried to say, as if Kai needed verbal confirmation of what the blonde's jerking, spasming body was going through. She felt it crest, felt everything spring for that final release "Mmm uck!" Riley spat, twisting to look up at Kai, irritation lighting her blue eyes. It almost hurt having all the tension springing back. Riley's lower half trembled, and she started to rise, pushing back. Of course, she barely got in position before Kai was shoving her down, shifting her. Riley felt the cold hitting her butt now, felt hair fanning out around her, some sticking to her face. Blinking, she looked up at Kai, who had that sexy predator look on again. Riley's sex spasmed just from those eyes, and she knew then and there that some part of her had actually fallen for Leena Schulen, despite all the... issues between ,and that her body and mind wanted the beautiful sniper.So Riley shifted in return, ignoring those previous warnings about moving. She curled her stocking clad leg about her friend, pulling. Her needy hips rolled upward, and she felt Kai's weight coming down. Riley dared reach upward, hooking a hand around Kai's shoulder, pulling the other girl closer. Their hips angled, and Riley felt her sex kissing Kai's. She gasped against her gag, shivering at the contact. Riley kept moving, pressing, rubbing her sex against Kai's again.Though she knew it may anger Kai, Riley reached up, only to find Kai removing the gag just as her fingers moved to it. Their hips had already begun mashing so hard that Riley had lost where her heat ended and Kai's began. She knew that their thighs glistened with both juices now, the hot drizzle glazing their flesh. It would likely streak her stockings, which may be a problem for later, but at the moment, Riley hardly cared."Yes, I'm cumming, Leena," she whispered, dropping the real name in the heat. Her hands wrapped about. That tension roared back to life, blasting through reservations and filling Riley's body with hot want and pleasure. She quickly shot her hand forward, snaking it behind Kai's head. Riley pulled, using orgasmic strength to yank Kai down. Her lips mashed against Kai's as her lower body shook. She felt her hips spasming, grinding, pressing up and up and up against Kai's, as if she were about to levitated. Kai ground down, and Riley rolled back. Her body curled against her lover's, whipping with sheer arousal.Riley moaned into her liplock, eagerly drawing Kai in, drowning in the beautiful sniper as her sex spasmed. Riley could feel moisture just seeping from her, as if Kai had burst some dam inside that she hadn't known. Air tore her lips from the sniper's, panting as she stared up at the other woman. Riley's body kept trembling as she clung to Kai, her orgasm shivering through her, leaving her quaking. Raw heat practically steamed around them. "Y yeah ," Riley agreed. She flushed. "My first time with a girl too fuck, Leena you're amazing," she breathed, moving to kiss the other girl again, filling her heart welling inside. Probably just chemicals or whatever, and she wasn't sure if the injected!Kai was going to want to cuddle or touch, which is definitely what Riley wanted right about now... Kai eagerly pressed her face into Riley's as she approached, passionately locking her lips against Riley's own for a moment that Kai wished would have lasted forever."Don't you mean first time with anyone?"Kai pondered at the thought. She had always assumed that Riley had been a virgin,but perhaps not. Either way, that wasn't as important to Leena at this very moment,"Thanks, you know... you're not so bad yourself."The sniper giggled, wrapping her arms around Riley and pulling her slowly closer."Mmm."A more innocent moan escaped her lips as the pleasurable warmth of their bodies pressing against one another fought back the previous feelings of cold. "Holding you like this makes me forget that we have a war going on..."Kai cooed, happy to cuddle up against her close friend and newfound lover for warmth.As the pair lay on the floor with one another, Kai's mind slowly drifted past the euphoria and into some of the concerns that dotted her mind."Hey Riley. Can I ask you something?"Kai began softly, unraveling her arms from Riley as the sniper sat upwards."What exactly are we? To each other, I mean."The question was bound to come sooner or later... and Kai wanted to know exactly where the two of them stood. It went without saying that Kai felt a very intense attraction for her friend, but it was an attraction that hadn't been there until after Riley had begun to administer the serum. Yet, the feelings were incredibly strong, almost too strong,even. "What I mean is... well, I like you a lot." She explained, her mind searching for the right words to convey her muddled feelings about the situation,"I didn't realize it until you gave me that injection, but I haven't been able to stop..."Leena paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. "...to stop thinking about you."She said, finally, her face struck with that vibrant hue of red once again. Why was she so nervous around Riley now? They had been childhood friends for so long... and on many occasions Kai had confided in Riley over other boys during their youth."Is what I'm feeling... fake? I've... I've never thought I would fall for another woman... I mean, I've always been straight."Leena buried her flustered face into her hands, confused with the string of emotions that were now beating down on her. She was so confused, it almost felt like she was rambling incoherently to Riley. She was still straight,right?Yet why was she so goddamn attracted to that beautiful scientist that sat next to her? God, to pull this crap right after having sex. She's probably going to hate my guts. Kai's mind raced with anxiety."I... well I just don't want this to be because of the drug."Kai leaned over, plucking her backpack from the floor as she began to pull out some of the emergency blankets she had stored inside. Anything, just anything to keep herself busy and from thinking about this......to keep herself from thinking about Riley. Kissing Kai did all sorts of things to Riley. It made her belly flutter. Made a little more warmth kick in her lower abdomen. Made her heart skip that beat for a second. All of which definitely added up to some kind of attraction that went beyond just the physical. Which Riley had already sort of figured out? After all, she didn't have the slight disadvantage of having a serum to have jumpstarted everything. There was no outside reason why she'd be feeling wet or affectionate or whatever toward Kai, beyond maybe, like, some weird variation of Stockholm Syndrome . Plus, her heart was fluttering more becauseKai was actually cuddling her, omigod!Moments passed just like that. Both girls still bared from the waist down, wrapped up in one another, enjoying the heat from their coupling and Kai's enhanced body. Riley curled slightly, taking a deep breath, smelling the rough aroma of her friend. Kai just had that whole outdoorsy smell, like crushed leaves, but with a hint of musk and earth and what was likely still bits of that arousal thing. It made Riley want to bury herself in, and she did feel a slight punch of guilt: she smelled feminine. Because Riley could get away with floral shampoos for her long, pretty hair and light smelling soaps for her body. She didn't have to crouch in the snow or pretend to be a guy.I wonder if that bothers Leena? Maybe I should ask, or see if we could get some leave. I bet Leena would look adorable in a dress... but then I wouldn't get to see her ass as well. And am I just falling for her because she's masquerading as a guy...? No, I like the girly parts too much for that. Obviously I'm at least... what's the word, bisexual? Possibly gay, though I do still kinda think guys are hot?A question punched into her thoughts, making Riley look up, meeting Kai's gaze. "Um, friends? She offered, looking away for a moment and flushing. Though it's not like I'm having sex with Raz or something..." and she had thought there was something between Kai and Raz, but she didn't want to go into that. She looked bakc to Kai as she kept going. It all was... confusing, to say the least. The mention of not being able to stop thinking about her had Riley flushing, going pink again. She shifted, finding herself momentarily at a loss for words.Fake? And again, thoughts that echoed her own. "Well, okay, for me, it's... a bit easier? I obviously think you're attractive, and I kind of like you? More than just as a friend, obviously," Riley gestured around them, shifting as she watched Kai move about, pulling out blankets. "And the serum shouldn't implant feelings into you? It's supposed to mess with your biology to warm you up, and obviously it makes you super horny as a result. Lucky us," Riley let out a slight giggle, moving to pull her still clad legs up, wrapping her arms about them. Without Kai right next to her, the cold was hitting the pantie less blonde, seeping in. "Sooo, it should just make you want to have sex with someone. It shouldn't dictate who? Though," here Riley paused to chew her lip, "It might change your preferences? Like, you may not have thoughts girls were attractive before, but you do now. But I swear I adjusted it for your biology, so it shouldn't..."Riley trailed off, looking away again. She had to shiver, bringing her arms up to start rubbing at herself. She looked around, figuring she was going to need her panties pretty soon if Kai wasn't going to start almost immediately cuddling her. The thought made Riley laugh: she needed emergency cuddles, stat. "You kinda also kissed me before getting the injection today, remember? So, maybe? I'm sorry Leena, I just I can't really tell you for sure? Um," Riley paused, biting her lip, "I kind of hope you do? Because you're just you're so strong, with this determination. And you've got these most amazing eyes, and, like, I can't help but admire how you always put everyone else first. you're literally here because you're helping your brother. And, well,' she looked away, flushing, "I kind"I kind"You really do have the best ass on the squad, Raz wasn't wrong about that..." she let out a slight laugh, curling up again, looking up at Kai, a smile on her face. Kai listened attentively as Riley spoke, silently watching as the blonde scientist's lips moved freely. The one thing that Kai had always admired about Riley was her honesty, never missing a single beat when the opportunity arose to convey her own feelings."I... I'm not sure what to say."Kai's gaze faltered, averting downwards and away from Riley's own for a moment. Indeed, Kai herself had thought that there was a little something between her and Raz, but those feelings were almost nothing when compared to the ones she felt for her new lover. While Riley's scientific explanation on how the serum shouldn't have altered her feelings helped to alleviate some of her major concerns... at the same time it was difficult to push away those lingering thoughts.As Kai's eyes found those alluring, sapphire kaleidoscopes once again, she found the heat in her cheeks rise and her chest tighten as Riley began to speak about her...positive qualities?Wha wha wha what is she saying? Why is she Kai's hand lingered over her chest as Riley spoke about her strength... her determination...her eyes. Ironically, Leena had never thought much of herself, simply joining the military to cover for her brother. "You... you idiot."Kai replied, unable to find a better response to Riley's compliments. She wasn't used to it... and the fact that it was coming from Riley made it all the more difficult for her to deal with.Kai leaned closer, her lips crashing against Riley's own once more. It was the only response that she could come up with at that very moment... and she desperately needed the touch of Riley against her own body once again. As their lips pressed up against one another, Kai moved to drape the emergency blanket over their bodies as they laid themselves against one another across the cold floor. It wasn't much, but with their combined body heat, it was definitely more comfortable than sleeping on their own. Besides, who would pass up the opportunity to press their body up against such a lovely blonde?As Kai lay beside Riley, tucked under the blanket and with her arms wrapped around the beautiful scientist, Kail let out a pleased sigh. She had quickly forgotten about the horrors of war, her mind only thinking about the woman that lay beside her."We should get some rest so that we can return early tomorrow. No doubt everyone is worried about us."Kai shut her eyes, not realizing just how tired she really was. In a matter of moments, she felt herself beginning to drift off into a comfortable slumber. The idiot comment had Riley almost taken aback. She stared at her friend, blinking for a few moments, taking a bit to realize just what all that meant. Fortunately for her, or perhaps for both of them, Leena chose that moment to dive forward. Riley found herself letting out a sort of joyous squeal as her friend pressed against her, almost pressing her hard against the floor. Riley moved her lips back, already having picked up on the rhythm of kissing the pretty brunette. It came so naturally: just parting the lips, accepting as the other girl came crashing down. Though Riley did allow her hand to drift along Kai for a moment, feeling that raw heat. There was still that serum pumping through, which was probably more fortunate than not, seeing as the raw heat should help them survive.They kept kissing for probably too long, though it didn't feel like long enough to Riley. She felt the blanket sliding over them, trapping more heat. She felt Kai situating herself, almost curling against her. It technically could've passed for a huddle for warmth... if they both hadn't just made love to one another... or was that just outright fucking? Riley flushed, not sure what precisely she should call it or what all that was. She let Kai curl against her, and she swore she could almost feel the weight sliding from the slender brunette."Well, it was a long term mission," she pointed out, shrugging slightly. "They probably didn't think we'd be heading back, like, immediately? Plus we could always just say the storm delayed..." Riley chewed her lip, looking away. She really didn't want to have the rest of the Squad worrying about them, that much was definitely accurate. She did love those goofballs, and was almost surprised to realize how quickly she'd bonded with them. War did that: made you grow up and grow close to people faster than you would normally. It made Riley sigh, just thinking about it. She curled her arm around Kai. "You know, I wouldn't mind if we, um, tried again in the morning before we go, since we're alone and all. I just I can't believe we're like this. I never would've expected this when I was assigned to work with you guys. It was just so... surreal, seeing you all again. And to think it's and you're asleep." Riley let out a soft laugh, moving to tuck some of Kai's hair away from her. The serum and the healing ragnite probably did take a lot out of the slender girl. Only made sense that she'd be out soon. Riley found herself just staring, noticing how peaceful Kai looked, wishing she could lift more of those burdens, help make this whole thing easier.Sleep would almost sneak up on Riley. Cuddled there, warm, thinking kind thoughts about Kai while she drifted off. The blonde did, at least, pause to untwirl her hair from a bun, and to quickly let Kai's down from her pony as well . Perhaps unfortunately, Riley.... did not sleep cute. Or at least, not likely the cute she'd want. Her limbs got tangled about Kai, and she was all but drooling, some light noises that were dangerously close to snores coming from her. Hair stuck up at odd angles, and she had gotten her uniform hopelessly tangled . Needless to say, Riley would not be the first one awake in the morning.... Kai's eyes slowly drew open the next morning, the sun's rays piercing through the small window of the log cabin and into the sniper's eyes."Mmf."Kai grunted as her groggy gaze became more focused. Sitting up, she glanced next to her to find Riley still soundly asleep beside her.She's... she's so cute. Kai bit at her lower lip as she found her eyes wandering across the scientist's slender form. Waking up next to Riley was quite the reward for surviving the night before... and Kai was secretly beginning to wish this could become a more regular thing for the two of them. At least, what would the other members of Ez Squad say if they found out about such a relationship? It would probably make things awkward between Kai and Raz for sure... and what about Riley and Claude, wasn't there something between them as well?Kai shook the thoughts of awkward situations from her mind as she rose from their makeshift bed, which was little more than the cold floor and some blankets. The sniper searched her bag for some emergency rations and other supplies that might be useful for the trek home. Turning her bag over a nearby table, all of the contents spilled out onto the horizontal surface. Emergency rations, clothes, weapon parts, ammunition, extra underwear, duct tape and climbing rope came flying out of her bag, the metal weapon parts making an unceremonious crash as they hit the table. Kai turned toward her sleeping friend, almost positive that the sound she had just made would have awaken her."What a heavy sleeper..."Kai mused to herself when she noticed Riley didn't budge an inch. Turning back to the stuff that was on the table, her eyes hovered over the rope and duct tape. It was then that sinister, yet brilliant idea rose in her head.No no no, she couldn't do that...Kai glanced over towards Riley once again, who was still sleeping quite peacefully. Slowly, Kai took the rope and spare clothes in her hands, moving slowly closer toward Riley.Or could she...?Hovering over her friend, she carefully poked the side of the scientist's face to see if she would suddenly awake. No response. It was then that a grin formed across Kai's lips. Carefully, Kai used the rope to bind Riley's wrists together, sneaking over her to then tie her newly knotted hands to a nearby bedpost, which was part of a bed frame that was falling apart. Too bad the mattress was missing, other wise the two of them wouldn't have had to sleep on the floor. As the unconscious Riley's hands were bound to the bed post, Kai took a moment to admire her handiwork before pulling off a strip of duct tape and placing it against Riley's mouth."Good girl."Kai giggled before lowering herself to her knees. Silently, Kai began to slip herself underneath Riley's blankets, using her hands to spead apart her friend's legs. Conveniently, she had fallen asleep without those cute panties of hers, giving Kai quick access to that beautiful spot she had so eagerly ravaged the night before. Without giving Riley any sort of warning, Kai's tongue began to move across her folds, her cat like gaze peering up towards Riley as she waited for her friend to awake."Good morning."Kai would moan when she wound finally find a set of surprised, sapphire eyes staring back at her. The sloppy sleeper dreamed, oh, did she dream. In her dream she got to see a fully naked Leena, the sniper standing there in all her gorgeous splendor. Riley could rake her clear blue eyes over every bared inch. She could see those well muscled legs, traveling all the way up to the gently tapered waist. Could see the hips, dangerously cocked to the side. Knew that the almost too perfect, hard round ass was on the other end of the woman, just waiting to be admired. Let her gaze travel up the abs, where just enough definition showed under femininity. Further, seeing the slight slope of two perfectly perky breasts. Then the sniper's face, smiling mischievously, lips twisted in amusement. Only to bound downward, taking in the slight slit, the gentle hairs spreading around it. all woman, and in many ways, too good to be true.......then that woman was between her legs. Just there. Kai's tongue ducking and darting. Riley felt her hips jerk, familiar spasms already starting, tension rapidly mounting. Hands tried to move, only to yank, to pull. Mysterious forces kept Riley's nude body stretched taut. Made every nerve all the more acutely aware of the beautiful woman feasting upon her. Another throaty groan rumbled out of Riley's throat, body arching......as it did in reality. The hot dream bleeding into the real world. Hips canting toward lips. They rolled and moved, the thighs parting. A soft moan echoed against tape as Riley shifted herself. She felt her body jerking with a particularly good tongue flick, suddenly snapping to reality. Though, at first, Riley thought herself still dreaming. She couldn't move her arms, she felt something warm and wet dragging heat into her core. That tension had already returned, tightening muscles and spreading liquid heat. Raw sexual joy pumped through her. But she tugged, and could definitely feel tape binding her. Jerking, Riley saw the tape. Her eyes went wide, only to have her attention stolen by a few dropped words."Mmutt fuf ell?" Riley tried to manage, only to find, to her surprise, that Kai had gagged her. She jerked in surprise for a moment, again tugging at the tape around her wrists. Fuck: tape, that would hurt coming off, a thought Riley didn't want to consider. Instead, she focused on the teasing below her. She looked down, seeing Kai's grey eyes seemingly dancing as they looked up at her. "Ah minduf ate ooh iite ow." Riley said, shivering. I also kinda love you. Like, this is so fucking hot... the blonde flushed, realizing that she really shouldn't be taking joy in her lesbian lover tying her up with tape. There was just that hint of societal pressure still remaining, reminding the blonde that quite a few people would probably frown on this whole... thing. Plus she had higher command of Kai.Which was kinda a joke, seeing as Kai had been all but in control of this relationship from the start.Groaning, Riley shifted, rolling her hips again. If Kai wanted to lick, then Riley was sure as hell going to encourage. She brought her still stocking clad legs up, shifting to almost hook about Kai, as if to pull her closer. Her body kept arching, wanting to put her tension against her lover's. Riley might have felt guilty about greedily seeking the pleasure, had, you know, Kai not bound her up and pretty much forced it on her. Oh, no, I'm being pleasured by an incredibly sexy woman! Somebody save me! Despite herself and the situation, Riley found herself giggling at the utterly lunatic thought, her blue eyes almost dancing, not at all shy of affection, as she looked down at the brunette between her legs. As Kai's tongue slowly trailed up Riley's needy sex, the brunette was welcomed with the familiar, delectable taste of the scientist's oh so very sweet nectar. As the pleasant mixtures of taste and smell quickly overwhelmed Kai's senses, she found herself navigating her own hand between her strong thighs. After all, it wouldn't be very fun for Kai if Riley was the only one to get a little pleasure from this. Heat rose in Kai's chest as her slender digits moved across her own folds, matching the rhythm of her tongue as she eagerly tasted Riley once again. It seemed that this was becoming a more and more common thing, not that Kai was really complaining, but she wondered if these sort of situations would be able to continue once they were back at headquarters. They were in the military, after all and Riley was her superior officer...was this really okay?When Riley's muffled voice bled inaudibly through the duct tape that covered her mouth, Kai couldn't help but stifle a giggle. Moving her tongue across Riley's sensitive button one last time, she placed her hand against her ear, pretending that her hand was a radio of sorts."This is Kai, I'm sorry but you're breaking up. Must be the snow."She teased, before promptly resuming her little act of surprise oral on Riley, who seemed all too eager to receive the gentle touch of Kai's tongue once again. Her tongue carried on for several more moments, swirling and teasing as her spare hand eventually joined in on the fun. It wasn't long until they were practically repeating the same thing as the day before, with her slender fingers rolling across that beautiful, tight little hole as her tongue prodded with glee.But unlike yesterday, Kai had little intention of allowing Riley to come. At least not yet. As her fingers and tongue moved, she allowed the heat to build up in Riley's chest. She was good at finding and exploiting every one of the cute scientist's weak spots before, but now Kai was becoming a bit of a master at it. It didn't take long before all of the signs of a ready to climax Riley were being shown. Shaking thighs...check... super cute squeals...double check. It was at that moment that Kai slowly pulled away, reaching up to quickly rip off the tape from Riley's mouth."I think we should head back now, don't you think?"Kai smiled, knowing full well that Riley would be quite, QUITE frustrated after being so rudely edged like that.Undoing Riley's rope binds, Kai began to collect her things into her bag, the sweet evidence of her own arousal slowly trickling down her still exposed thighs. She wanted it too, but it would be much more fun to make Riley wait. After all of the items had been packed back into her rucksack, Kai quickly tossed her underwear and pants back on, noticing that Riley's sexy, light blue panties weren't too far away. Before Riley could grab them, Kai claimed the panties from the floor tossing them into her own bag."Oh, these are mine now."Kai giggled. It wouldn't be that cold now that the snowstorm had passed. Riley could do without a little underwear for awhile, or so Kai figured.Plus, it was incredibly hot to think that they would be going back into camp, with only Kai knowing her dirty, little secret.Once everything was packed and ready to go, Kai grabbed her rifle and her hat, before turning towards the cute scientist."The sooner we get back, the sooner I'll make you feel good again." This couldn't be the drug. The dose Riley had given Kai last night should be mostly burned out of the other woman's system. Yes, some lingering effects might still be there. Some heat. Some perhaps sensitivity or overall arousal. There should be enough to remind Kai that she was regularly taking a medication that literally enhanced her reproductive functions. But it shouldn't be driving her. It shouldn't be "making" her run her hands and tongue all over Riley's lush, writhing body. It shouldn't even be strong enough to make this a paramount urge in Kai's mind.It certainly shouldn't make Riley an oh so willing participant.Yet there they were. Riley kept arching her hips toward Kai's questing tongue. She rolled, showing somewhat impressive flexibility, pressing her soaking want along her new lover's. She could feel those muscles coiling in her lower abdomen. Pleasure flared dangerously quick within her body, as Kai was proving increasingly masterful at getting the blonde off. The... was she still virginal? scientist was almost puddy in Kai's hands.Almost, because Riley certainly wasn't going to justlet Kai do her thing. Her legs hooked. Her body continued to move. She rolled her hips, all but smearing herself over the other woman. Her muscles flexed as she tried her hardest to pull Kai closer, to encourage the tongue lashing the brunette was quite eagerly giving her. She kept orienting herself, letting Kai slide that dexterous muscle into the best spots of her.More and more arousal kept drizzling forth. Riley could feel her raw want seeping out, rewarding Kai's expert work. She groaned, shivering. thighs trembled, trying to draw inward and upward. Abdomen muscles clenched deliciously. Riley let out a few muffled noises, an admission or two sounding against her makeshift gag. This was... so fucking arousing and hot. Riley pinched her blue eyes shut. Her hips rose, and she could just feel "OW, FUCK!" Riley spat out as Kai pulled the tape from her mouth. Panting, the quite flushed and obviously aroused blonde stared up at Kai. The near scream had definitely not just been from the pain that seeped from around her mouth, where the tape had left a raw pinkness about her. She stared up at Kai, blinking."You have got to be joking," she insisted, blinking as Kai moved toward her. Maybe she didn't know? Flushing, Riley bit her lip, wondering. No, no, surely Kai knew. She had to know that Riley hadn't... Dammit, her lower abdomen was almost starting to hurt. she'd been so ready for it that this was kicking her almost as hard as menstrual cramps. Talk about unsexy. Still stunned, Riley could only sort of sit lay there, watching, mouth nearly agape, as Kai practicallyflounced around. Kai!Flouncing!Riley was just utterly stunned. Wait, had Kai justgiggled? about keeping Riley'spanties?Making matters worse: Kai was kind of right. They did need to get back to camp. They should be reporting in. People would be honestly worried about them. And don't think Riley didn't catch that bit about getting back. she reluctantly rose, outright pouting as she did. She smoothed her skirt, pausing to dig out a medical wipe from her gear. Still mumbling, she reached between her legs. No way was she going out in that cold damp. Closing her eyes, Riley tried to think of unsexy things. Like... ugly dudes, or Imperials, or fire, or tanks? Maybe? But she peeked open, and there was Kai, looking smug and sexy.Frustration met with anger. Riley's eyes flashed almost dangerously. She finished wiping as best she could, tossed the cloth back into her bag , andstomped toward the door, toward Kai. Riley knew her hair looked awful, her outfit was a mess, her sex still tingled, her abdomen hurt, cold air kept wafting between her legs with every swish of her skirt . She paused in front of the brunette, glaring at her. reaching up, Riley snagged the front of Kai's poncho. she pulled the brunette in andmashed her lips against the sniper's. This wasn't some kind of gentle lover's kiss or an apology: it was a statement.I'm fucking pissed at you, and payback will be a bitch. That kiss said it loud and clear. She ended by taking a hard bite of Kai's lips, staring into the other's eyes.Then she smiled, almost too cheerily. "well, c'mon!" she chirped. "We need to get going!" She turned, and, adding quite a bit of sway to her walk, almost pranced out. The skirt swished teasingly about, but not quite revealing anything: Riley Miller knew how to tease. And if Kai thought she was getting back under that skirt after this? Without making up to it? Oh, was the sniper in for fun. of course, Riley was going to be nothing but cheery and pleasant, aggressively pleasant, the whole way back to camp.... Before Kai could even push herself out the door, she suddenly felt the grip of Riley's hand tug at the end of her sniper's veil. Without any warning, lips were crashing against one another once again, the brunette's amber eyes widening in surprise as she felt momentarily helpless within Riley's ironclad grip."MMf!"Kai whined as her soft pillows were pressed firmly up against Riley's own. It didn't take ingenuity for Kai to realize what the kiss meant, should Kai be worried about this? After all, Riley wouldn't hurt her too much... righ "AHN!"Kai cried as she felt the blonde's teeth ravage the bottom of her lip. A tiny, yet noticeable amount of blood trickled from Kai's lip as sapphire eyes glared into hers. Oh shit. Riley is maaaaad.But could Kai really blame her? If the tables were reversed, Kai probably would have spanked Riley silly. Ever since their little relationship had started, Kai had always been on top, but now as she followed Riley out of the cabin, she was beginning to wonder if the tables were going to be reversed soon."I'm coming!"Kai replied as she followed after her friend, carrying both her rifle and her bag across her back.It was a smart move to have stayed in the night before. Now that the storm had completely passed, the outside cold was quite bearable now, even if Riley was missing her panties. Kai grinned at the thought, following cheerfully behind Riley as the pair started making their way back towards camp. Putting aside the dirty thoughts for a moment, Kai noticed that her ankle was now almost fully healed.That... healed pretty fast.Kai pondered her realization for a moment, wondering if the serum had anything to do with how quickly her leg managed to heal. She eventually decided that the more she thought about the serum, the more her mind became muddled once more with those dirty thoughts."Hm. I could use a good meal when we get back."Kai mumbled to herself as the pair trekked across the open, snow fields. Her mind, once plagued with incredibly dirty thoughts about Riley, was now thinking about warm bread. Oh, how she would love a beautiful, freshly baked loaf of bread right now. Closing her eyes, she could practically smell the delectable aroma of the oven baked lumps of fluff waiting at home for her. Her mind had been so consumed by the thought of bread, that she had almost completely forgotten how mad Riley probably still was at her for her little antics not too long ago.Eventually, Kai could see the faint image of Headquarters off in the distance."Ah, finally!"Kai smiled, turning her gaze towards Riley. "I'm coming!" Not before me you're not.Riley kept up an almost too brisk pace. The grenadier was used to lugging around her heavy mortar, not to mention an impressive pack. But she'd lost even the light rifle that she'd grabbed before leaving, having tossed it aside for the far more important load of Kai. Speaking of: Riley did glance behind, making note that Kai was keeping up. In fact, the sniper would soon be almost pacing Riley.Huh, the serum must be giving her some extra pep. I wonder if that's normal or a result of the adjustments I had to make? Kai is a pretty quick healer, and ragnite is known for its healing properties. There's a reason we have medics carry the stuff...Thoughts distracted Riley from her current... situation. her lower belly still hurt, and the occasional slight breeze reminded her that her sex felt more than a little tender and unattended to. Other thoughts soon replaced Riley's usual scientific ones. There would probably be paperwork to fill out if they were going to be official... and Riley would have to somehow insist that Kai take her on dates when they had leave. Yeah, this should work. Romances bloomed on the battlefield all the time.The mention of a meal had Riley giggling."Oh, I'll make sure you eat your fill ," she almost sang out, adding another sway to her hips. There were a few things that Riley fully intended for Kai to end up eating. She felt a slight spring into her step at the thought ,feeling only slightly embarrassed at it. Because to Riley's mind: they were already a couple. Because Riley definitely wouldn't have done what she did this morning with anyone she wasn't involved with... excepting friends under serum, but Kai wasn't under it at the time. Even if she did heal... "I want to make it official!" Riley blurted, stopping cold, just within sight of Headquarters. "I mean, I want to make us official. We're... courting. You and me. Us. We're an us." She turned to Kai, a mixture of desperation and determination in her eyes, as if almost daring Kai to argue otherwise. As the pair moved across the open snow, Kai hadn't expected Riley to stop and say... well, saythat.Just like Riley, Leena stopped in her tracks, as if the snow had suddenly flash frozen her."W what do you mean by that?"She asked nervously, her gaze shying away and towards the snow beneath her feet. Of course, Leena knew exactly what Riley had meant, but the words came as such a shock... when did they agree to this?Was this really happening?Kai felt her cheeks redden as the words processed through her mind. The longer she thought about it, the more she wanted it to be true, but at the same time, the more terrified she became."O..official?" She said again, as if she had trouble hearing Riley the first time she had said it. Kai's arms tentatively began to wrap around herself, hugging her slender form as she tried her best to maintain her composure."Like... girlfriend and boyfriend?" she remarked in a rather hushed whisper,"...Can we? Should we? Are we?"She wondered aloud, the full weight of their new relationship suddenly hitting Kai like an Imperial armored train.She wanted this... but what would everyone else in the squad say?Though Kai had been rather...pushy...about this whole ordeal, everything so far had been mostly physical. Could they even date each other? But... I thought I like men!Leena's confused brain screamed. Indeed, this was quite the conundrum for Kai, who found Riley drop dead gorgeous but at the same time, still believed she was completely straight."I... I'm not sure what to say, Riley... I mean... I... I "As the two stood alone in the snow, Kai could suddenly feel the effects of the serum beginning to wear off. Or perhaps it was simply that all of the blood was instantly rushing from her body and into her burning face. Either way, Kai's visage became muddled as the sniper suddenly lost her own balance. She hobbled for a moment to regain her balance before face planting, breasts first into the cold snow.She was out cold...Literally. "Pretty sure it's not that hard to understand," Riley pointed out, folding her hands and fighting the urge to glare at Kai. This was the woman who literally had Riley's panties in her pocket! Why was she suddenly acting all shy because Riley wanted to make what was quite obvious clear and official? They'd had sex! Together! While not under any sort of influence of anything! And if Kai thought that she was just going to going to have Riley Miller as some kind of kind fo fuck buddy, she had another thing coming! "Yes!!" she almost yelled as Kai repeated. Why was Kai dancing around this? Riley found herself getting frustrated, and nervous, and the two emotions were twisting her gut. She shifted in the snow, which of course meant getting a cold breeze right up between her legs, which felt freezing. and she was tugging her skirt down slightly and flushing because again: no panties, plus this whole conversation which should have been super easy was just getting awkward. Kai had just mumbled something, but Riley didn't have a clue, since she was more than a little distracted "I mean... it's pretty much a yes or no question. Look, Kai, I didn't think this would be that hard for you and and you're in the snow. Great,' Riley slapped her hands against her side and sighed. Had she literally just caused Kai's brain to stop? Was the sniper that befuddled by relationship talk? "Maybe you are a freaking boy, only without the weird stuff between your legs," mumbled Riley. Sighing, she bent down, grabbing Kai gently and sliding the sniper onto her back. Riley wobbled, feeling the snow shift around her. She shifted and awkwardly flung the rifle over her back too, because she knew damn well that Kai would have a fit if she lost her rifle . It was really hard to walk with her, but Riley did have more strength then you'd figure for a lithe blonde. Just one step after another, right into the camp.People noticed, because of course they did. Riley yelled out that everything was fine, that Kai had just exhausted herself or something . So Riley was slightly panicking, and pretty much insisted on taking the sniper to her tent, which was slightly better than Kai's. She could keep track of the sniper there, watch her out, see what was happening. Fortunately Riley didn't have to worry about help getting Kai there. She did see Claude giving her a slightly surprised look, as if wondering why Riley seemed almost panicky and refused to leave Kai's side. He might figure it out. If anyone in this outfit would it would be him. But he didn't say anything, and let Riley take Kai to her bunk area to warm up.First thing's first: strip the wet, old clothes off. Poncho, hat, boots, easy. Let down the hair maybe run fingers through it just a bit more than was strictly necessary because she'd never seen it down. Then work on tugging off the top, leaving any, ah, undergarments in place. Pants last. try not to stare. Fail at trying not to stare. Openly stare at the woman who wouldn't admit to being officially anything. Realize that it was grossly unfair of her, particularly after the whole leaving Riley almost literally cramping with want, stealing her panties, then fainting in the snow. Realize that you were being a bitch. Realize that you had reason to be. Realize that Kai was clearly not dying. Get distracted by ragnite experiment to tweak with. Play with the oscillation device. Recall that its weak vibrations sucked for the purposes of sonically disturbing debris as planned... but were kinda great at stimulation. Momentarily try on self. Stop before getting too horny. Note the test subject laying there... who so owed you. Smile devilishly.So Riley, with an incredibly small device that hummed with a slight ragnite core, almost skipped to where Kai was tucked into her bed. She carefully pulled down the sheet, gently prized apart Kai's thighs.This is so naughty, but she is so hot and this is more than fair. Licking her lips, Riley worked Kai's demure underwear to the side just enough. She pressed the rounded sphere in, gave it a good push with a single finger, then sprang back. She waited a bit, then pulled out the little remote "detonator" device. Tweaking it, she set it to begin, knowing that Kai would soon feel a small little ball in her tight little sex shivering and reverberating with light, sonic pulses... essentially vibrating right inside her.Hey, at least Riley hadn't tied her up and gagged her. She was standing nearby to intercept Kai's hands if the sniper immediately tried working the thing out, though she was pretty sure that would be hard to do without knowing what it was or where it was inside her... Several hours had passed after Kai had last remembered being conscious. Even as she was held in a deep slumber, her mind was still racing with everything that had happened in those few days.Riley. Riley was the only thing that Kai could think of. The cute, loud mouthed scientist filled her dreams, which were a comfortable mix of romantic and downrightdirty. Even when she was no longer under the effects of the serum, Kai felt an incredible, insatiable desire for her new lover. Even when she was asleep, she could feel the burning desire rising between her legs... the vibrations building deep within her tight wait, vibrations?Kai's eyes drifted open, the sudden shock of whatever the hell Riley had put in her body suddenly pulsing up her entire body."F FUCK!" Kai screeched as she was instantly overwhelmed by the foreign pleasures that had struck her body. Her hands instinctively moved to find whatever it was that was causing this feeling between her legs, only to have her wrists caught firmly in Riley's hand. It was at that moment that Kai had realized that Riley had done something to her. "R Riley!? What's going AAh!"She struggled to let the words out, the intense sensations causing her tight, needy hole to convulse happily.Kai tried to fight her wrists out of Riley's ironclad grip, which would normally be easy for the sniper, if she didn't have this strange feeling pulsing deep inside of her."Riley! What is this?! Oh Oh GOD!"Kai's mind felt blank as she tried to resist the sensations that overwhelmed each of her senses. Admittedly, it felt fucking great, the strange pulses of whatever the hell was inside of her causing the sniper to arch her back and rub her legs in pure delight. Yet, despite the amazing pleasures that shot up her body, Kai would still try her best to resist it. Yet her body had no intentions of listening to her mind, causing Kai to feel as if her mind was melting from the pleasure."Riley! Turn it off! Turn it off! Please!" She begged the scientist, even though she could tell that Riley had absolutely zero intentions of doing so."AHhh fuck!" If this kept up, Kai definitely wasn't going to last very long. She felt her legs quiver as the hot sensations caused Kai to feel a familiar desire brewing deep within her. She needed to cum. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"As the words left her lips, she could slowly feel herself inching closer and closer to the point of no return."Riley, please!" She pleaded, her body shaking as she bit at her lower lip to stop her screaming. If she was sure that Leena would just play along, Riley would've released the sniper's hands almost immediately. But she could tell that the whole "waking up with some weird arousal" thing was throwing Leena off her game. And yes, the blonde felt a very, very, warm sensation of arousal at the fact that, foronce she was the one quite literally holding the control. Of course, she only really had one hand grasping Kai's at the moment, and the sniperwas stronger than Riley... she thought. Definitely when under the injections, but Kai didn't have one now.It also occurred to Riley, albeit belatedly, that there was avery good chance that Leena hadn't experimented with vibrations before. The blonde had grown up in a ragnite factory, where things hummed and shook all the time. She'd ridden on jeeps, done the whole "bucking bronco" sort of thing with all kinds of machines, and, let's face it, figured out pretty quick that the vibrating ragnite cores had a definite secondary use. one of Riley's first orgasms had come from trying to pin down a particularly rambunctious vibrating ragnite device, which had beensuper awkward to explain to her various supervisors at the time. But someone like Leena, who'd admittedly come from a poorer section of even their small village and had likely just really gotten exposure to ragnite since joining the army might not bequite as used to having things vibrate.That and Riley had kinda shoved an entire vibrating ball of delight right into Kai's sex. And seeing as the sniper was probably close to as virginal as Riley herself , and even tighter in the whole hip slim thing... chances were good that thing was hitting both walls and bouncing around like crazy. "It's a ragnite core device," Riley explained cheerfully, watching as Kai's hips bucked. "It sends out these whole vibrations and sonic oscillations in various patterns. See, we were trying to make this explosive type thing that could shake apart rubble, buuuut the charge is too low. I kinda found out... by accident... mostly... that it's much better for something else," she flushed, biting her lip and looking away. Technically Riley had used one of these prototypes on herself... though she hadn't thought to actually put it inside her body. Too many of her devices... exploded. But when she'd put it to her sex and turned it up all the way she'd just sorta screamed and there hadn't been a boom, so...The panickedTurn it off! actually had Riley panicking for a few moments. She jerked, releasing Kai's hands and scrambling for her remote. Of course, it had to drop from her fingers, and she managed to just barely catch it before it hit the floor and broke. However, when the begging turned into a I'm gonna cum! Riley paused, taking a few shaking breaths. "Dammit, Kai! You scared the shit out of me!" she said, flushing and glaring at her writhing partner. "I thought it was tearing up your sex or something, jeez," she hit the remote, quite "accidentally" timing it so that the vibrations stopped before Leena exploded. "I mean, here I was thinking you were big into the whole 'wake up with a lot of pleasure from your partner' thing," she said, fingering the device. Watching Kai closely, Riley flicked again, letting the vibrations hum for a few seconds, before flicking it back off. "I guess if you don't like it ,we don't have to use it... I have a few other experiments..." she tilted her head, the waterfall of yellow shifting about her. She gave the switch another quick experimental roll of her thumb, turning the vibrations on and off quickly, studying Kai closely, watching each little twitch. There was a lot of words coming out of Riley's mouth, but the only thing Kai could think about was the incessant throbbing between her legs, the heat rising and causing her to unleash several moans. The pleasure continued to build with each passing vibration, until Kai could feel herself finally inching towards that breaking point. Yet, before she could have that perfect release, the vibrations suddenly stopped."W what?!"A frustrated Kai groaned as her eyes looked up towards Riley. Even though Kai did something quite similar to Riley just a few hours before, the sniper couldn't help but feel frustrated at receiving a small dose of her own medicine.Though her climax slowly faded away, the need for that release never did."Why would you AH!"Kai screamed out as Riley turned that damned thing on again, biting at her lip as her body shivered with delight. The pleasure only lasted for a few moments before Riley turned it off once again. It was at that point that Kai realized where this was going."Oh come onnnn "Leena groaned, her hands reaching helplessly for the remote that was in Riley's hands, only to lose control of her hands once the vibrating started once more. As it became clear that Riley was going to torture her like this, turning the ragnite vibrator off and on in spontaneous bursts, Kai couldn't help but feel a little flustered."You're... Ah! You 're worse...mmmn than I am!"Kai groaned, her body shaking rather violently with each push of that stupid button. She swore that as soon as Riley let down her guard, she would snatch that remote out of her hands and would be sure to turn the tables on her...well, at least after she would be able to think straight again. Every time she turned the damn thing on, the brunette could feel herself losing control of her entire body, shuddering with each movement inside of her.Maybe if she could just take out out...Kai's hands reached between her legs, which was rather difficult as she felt herself beginning to lose her own damned mind. Slowly, her fingers reached between her legs, fingers eagerly searching for the source of that...that... Before Kai could realize what was happening, she had almost completely forgot that she had wanted to take the device out of her. Instead, her fingers began to tease and prod, playing with her folds and slipping carefully between those tight walls of hers."Ahhn "Kai's tongue began to lull outside of her lips as her eyes began to roll upwards as she began to lose herself to that amazing, mind numbing pleasure. Let's face it, there were almostalways a lot of words coming from Riley's mouth. Unless she was mad at you, though then sometimesmore came out. Honestly it was mostly a thing . The scientist was being almost annoyingly silent as Kai protested, mostly letting the vibrating "toy" she'd put inside her lover do the talking.She shifted as Kai made almost adorable swipes toward her. With the right motivation, Leena could beat her easily and get the remote, but fortunately, Riley, for once, had the upper hand."What? because I don't have an excuse besides liking you and thinking you're hot?" asked Riley, tilting her head and smiling at her friend. She was flushing slightly, having just, you know, admitted, out loud, that this was more than the whole playful sexual thing they had going on. She'd pretty much done that earlier, but this felt particularly awkward since they were in a bedroom, in camp, with a vibrating toy shoved inside Kai's body right now. Just another quick roll. Riley watched as Kai reached down, and moved to intercept. Not for the obvious reason: not to stop her from pulling it out. But because Leena might be overestimating the size of it or the shape or something. It shouldn't hurt her inside, and it shouldn't hurt from insertion. But having someone who had only the, okay, more than vaguest, but some idea of what the thing inside was? Kai could seriously hurt herself, and in an area that Riley didn't want to see hurtInstead, she ended up giggling as she realized what Kai was doing. Reaching down with her spare hand, Riley gently took Kai's fingers. She laced her own through Kai's, then brought up to lick both digits, pulling up to suck Kai's for a moment. She rolled her finger along the device, letting it vibrate off just as she sucked, but paused yet again.Smiling, she shifted her hold on the device, pressing it into Kai's hand. "Since you seem to want to control when you cum..." she said, flushing and turning away. She leaned down, gently kissing Kai for a few moments, smiling. Her hand went back, and, eyes locked to make sure Kai knew what was happening, she gently moved to direct Kai's finger to push the button. Her own body hovered just above, her breath hitching. Please let her think this is as hot as I think it is... because I'm getting all turned on just by doing this... I kinda hope she notices too. Agh, we skipped so many steps! I should be all embarrassed, but we've kind of already just focus on Kai. Stare into those pretty eyes and PLEASE JUST KEEP THE BUTTON PUSHED, I REALLY WANNA MAKE YOU CUM! "Ahhn!"Kai shrilled as she tried her best to vocalize some sort of witty response. Though she failed miserably in that regard, she silently swore that she would get Riley back for this at some point... even though she probably deserved this after what she had done to Riley just a few hours before. Kai could feel herself losing control of her own body as dark eyes stared longingly at the woman who had placed her in this...this hungry state. She had never realized that ragnite could be used in such a way... perhaps it was time to put down the sniper rifle and find something more involving Her body quivered as her hands were slowly navigated to Riley's mouth, the touch of the tongue against her slender digits causing her to let out a sweet, little moan. While normally Kai would have found herself lost in those beautiful, sapphire pools that studied her, she found her gaze fixated upon that device that was in Riley's hand... each press causing her to jolt in ecstasy and desire. It wasn't long until Riley probably noticed the true fixation of her gaze... as only a few moments later, the latest Riley Miller Special was in her hands."Wh what do you expect me to do with thi "Her words were cut by a string of tender kisses, followed shortly thereafter by the guided movement of her finger to the button. That damned button. Almost as soon as her finger pressed down upon it, she could feel the wave of pleasure surging back into her body, threatening to overtake each and every one of her senses."Oh fuck!"She screamed, the pleasurable vibrations and pulses quickly bringing her back to that delicious point of no return. As much as she wanted to give Riley a dose of her own medicine, there was no way that Kai would be able to do anything at this point.Well...except one thing.As her eyes locked helplessly onto Riley, her body continued to edge closer and closer to that amazing sensation she desired."I'm AHHn! Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!"Kai's words devolved into a string of incoherent curses as she felt her body holding back for as long as possible. Then it happened, that amazing, mind melting feeling that caused Kai's dark eyes to roll upwards like an idiot. "AHHHN!" She cried out, her tongue lulling hungrily outside of her mouth as those all too familiar shock waves coursed throughout her body. Though this was seemingly becoming a common feeling for Kai, the orgasms certainly weren't becoming any less intense.As Kai's body slowly began to submit to the afterglow, the sniper's eyes turned slowly towards Riley, a blush stretched across her face."I..."Kai began softly, pausing for a fleeting moment."I'm glad that I'm yours." Now Riley definitely knew what the hottest image in the universe had to be. Because she saw it as she stared into those widening eyes, seeing the almost realization within them as Leena began to simply give herself over to the feelings and sensations. The blonde couldn't quite suppress a giggle, her sheer joy over being there, over causing this, simply bubbling up from within her. It filled her, not just giving her that melty feeling between her legs, but a warm, spreading sensation that started in her chest. It spread lazily throughout her while she looked deep into Leena's eyes, seeing the woman working her way through this pleasure, possibly realizing that this had nothing to do with any sort of medicine or anything, and everything to do with the two of them...... well, and a buzzing toy that they'd stuck inside Kai. But mostly them."Oh fuck!" "That would kinda be what I want you to do with the thing, yeah," teased Riley, biting her lip and flushing a little. It felt delightfully wrong, almost naughty to be doing something like this. Not just the whole obvious lesbian affair they were developing with the sex and all, but the teasing, the waking up her lover with a specially made toy slid inside her and walking her through it. The sheer sensation and emotion rose up within Riley again, and she moved up, kissing Leena once again. This wasn't just some soft, gentle kiss. or the teasing almost flirty ones. This was the expression of those roiling emotions within Riley. She cupped Leena's face, let the brunette break only to shout. Really Riley wanted to kiss her way through Leena's climax.Which meant she kinda underestimated the strength of her own toy. Her eyes widened as Kai's tongue lolled out, seeing the eyes almost crossing and that sheer arousal. Scratch her earlier ideas: this was the hottest image in the universe, and Riley could almost feel a little tiny orgasm almost slide from her. her heart hammered and she could admit to being so incredibly aroused right now, wanting to grind herself against Leena until they were both looking like that. But instead she just let it roll, watching, almost empathically consuming the sensations as they happened. As Kai started coming down, Riley moved up to flick the machine off, though it may be running low on ragnite charge by now. She knew they couldprobably send Leena into another orgasmic frenzy, but:"Sorry, but you were just passed out a few moments ago and " BA DUMP. Because Riley's heart literally skipped a beat as she saw the blushing sniper looking up at her, hearing those words. The scientist felt the red crawling up her skin, making her go almost cherry in color, a far cry from her usual pale. Of course Riley, who'd spent about two thirds of this relationship babbling when she wasn't gagged, could only just stare, gape, and flush, rendered utterly speechless by her lover's post orgasmic confession. Rendered not just speechless, but motionless, nearly breathless, and utterly lost. It was as if nothing was going on in that pretty blonde head but a steady line of static. "lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" Riley's speechless expression only made Kai feel more flustered. Riley... the girl whoalwayshad something to say had been rendered speechless. "I mean I "Kai tried to search for a way to break apart the strange feeling that was rising in her chest. Was it fear? Anxiety? Love? The Federation sniper was unsure. Perhaps the answer was simply all of the above."...Can you stop looking at me like that?"Kai awkwardly chuckled. Indeed, Riley did look a little strange standing there, mouth agape as the pair stared awkwardly at one another. The two of them had been up to all sorts of sexual shenanigans and only now Riley was acting weird?Kai's lips gravitated towards Riley, planting a supple kiss across her soft lips."You're cute."She grinned, before her fingers reached downwards between her legs. "Now can we get this... thing out of me?" She moved her fingers, carefully removing the ragnite toy that Riley had so deviously slipped inside of her while she was sleeping. Holding the object up, Kai admired Riley's handiwork for a few moments."How clever." She mumbled underneath her breath, shooting a glance at the guilty scientist. With a little wink, Kai suddenly ran her tongue over the ragnite core, allowing the taste of her own, sweet nectar to coat her lips and tongue.Yet before Kai could do anything else, there was a sudden knock that reverberated across Riley's door. Shit! Kai thought to herself as her hands quickly found their way to her pants. Hastily throwing her slender legs back through the holes of her tight, leather pants, she managed to get herself properly dressed before tossing Riley's ragnite experiment under a blanket. When Riley would finally open the door, she would be met with Claude standing in the open doorway."Hey Riley... Kai." The commander of Easy Squad greeted the both of them. There was a glint of surprise on his face to see Kai in Riley's room, but Claude thought nothing of it. Probably just two girls catching up after a mission, if anything. "Glad you two managed to make it back safely from your mission. Minerva wants us to go to her office so she can draft a report of your findings and send it up the chain of command."Kai nodded,"Sure. We'll be there in a few."The Gallian sniper stepped behind Riley before speaking over her shoulder. As Kai spoke, her hand carefully slipped over the back of Riley's pleated skirt, tracing the fabric cautiously."It was pretty rough out there, but Minerva will have her report."She smiled, her hand slowly slipping underneath Riley's skirt to deliver a soft grope. Luckily for her, it seemed that Riley was still without panties. She intended to keep it that way, at least for now.It was Kai's little secret. "Thanks. I appreciate it." Claude waved before turning about,"Guess I'll meet you two there."He said before disappearing around the nearby corner."Well, we better get going."Kai smirked, grabbing her belongings and slinging them over her shoulder."Wouldn't want to keep Minerva waiting." She turned for the door, before leading Riley outside. Stop looking at her like that!? Riley gestured toward Kai, then folded her arms over her chest, nearly pouting."It's just that, earlier you wouldn't even commit to being anything with me, and now you're sitting there saying the most romantic thing I've ever heard! Argh!" she reached for the nearest, almost flat, pillow and hit Kai with it. Not particularly hard, mostly out of an amused, bemused frustration than any real desire to do damage . "You really are the guy in this relationship."Still flushing, still absolutely thrilled, , Riley nodded as Kai asked for a removal."Have to be careful. It, um, is technically a bomb. Like, a sonic one. That didn't do more than jump around a bit. I just... sorta repurposed it," now Riley really was flushing, even more than before. Because it wouldn't take much to realize that Riley had to have tested this thing before. Which meant that she'd either used it or another prototype on herself. Which meant that Riley pretty much just outright admitted that she masturbated, with toys that she created, in her spare time. That embarrassment had nothing on watching Leena lick the toy that had literally just been inside her."Hot," confessed Riley, "but super dangerous, you really shouldn't "The knock startled Riley as well, who at least had the advantage of still being mostly dressed. She quickly organized everything, hastily tugging at skirt and smoothing sweater and fluffing hair. Had to look more or less together. and she did feel slightly guilty about facing Claude now. Though he was definitely the kind of guy who would understand and be behind Riley in whatever decision. She smiled at him as he entered, waving a few fingers. Riley managed to keep it up even as Claude continued giving the briefing... but she couldn't help but yipe as her newly minted girlfriend started teasing her pert little rear. Riley began flushing again, which had Claude giving her an odd look."Yep!" agreed Riley, flushing again. Claude did pause as he left, giving Riley a slightly concerned look. The moment he stopped, Riley turned and lightly smacked Kai a few times. "Not in front of the captain! God, Leena," Riley was bright red at this point, "he doesn't even know we're a couple yet." She paused, gesturing with her head for Kai to take the lead. NO way was she going to let Kai go first... also going last meant she got to stare at Kai's ass. Which was okay now. Because they were a couple. Riley had decided. They just... needed to fill out paperwork. GodGodGodGodGodGod"Not "Not "Not Leena," GodGodGodGodGodGodGodGodGod Leena flashed a rather mischievous smirk towards the flustered scientist, waving off her smacks nonchalantly."...And what he doesn't know isn't going to hurt him."She cooed in response, a giggle escaping her lips as the pair made their way across the snow and towards Minerva's office. With everything that had happened in the past few days, Kai was almost beginning to forget that there was a war actually going on.It wasn't long until both of them had entered the Squad F barracks and found themselves within Minerva's office. Claude, Riley and Kai both sat on one end of an elaborate office desk while Lieutenant Minerva of Squad F sat beyond them, her fiery eyes watching the three squadmates carefully. Minerva was quite the hot blooded officer indeed and even though most of her fury was usually directed in Claude's direction, Kai and Riley often found themselves feeling the residual back blast."Your report."She opened her hand, waiting for Kai to hand over the documents that the pair had accumulated on their short scouting mission."The two of you came back rather late. I trust the mission wasn't compromised?"Minerva inquired as Kai's report met her open palm. Clearly, it didn't seem that Minerva had any idea that the pair of them had fallen into a trap."Someone set us up. They had multiple snipers waiting for us. I wouldn't have made it out if Riley wasn't there to save my sorry ass."Kai explained, shooting a glance over towards Riley."Everything is in the report.""Alright. Thank you. I'll send it up the chain of command." Minerva flipped through the pages for a few moments before shutting the folder."Claude."The red head shot a glare towards the only man in the room."I need to talk with these two. I'll update you later on everything."Claude shot a puzzled look at his fellow officer before nodding."Sure, Minerva. Whatever you need."He turned towards the door, opening it before glancing back at the pair. "See you two at dinner." He remarked before shutting the door behind him."What's this about?"Kai inquired, wondering if it had to do with the mission they had just went on."Well, you see."Minerva opened up her desk, rummaging through her files for a moment."I've heard the nastiest of rumors floating around lately."She began, eyes narrowing as a sealed folder hit the surface of her desk."Open it." She commanded, waiting for one of them to comply.Kai's eyes moved sheepishly to Riley, before moving back to the folder in front of her. Slowly, her hands flipped the folder open.Oh shit...were the first words that entered Kai's mind. Set out in front of her were a series of rather revealing pictures of her and Riley. The pictures were no doubt taken during their first foray in the women's showers, leaving very little to the imagination."Wh where did you get these?""Hm. That's not the important question here. Do you know what will happen when Headquarters learns about this? Relationships between squad members is quite forbidden, not to mention a relationship between two women." She explained,"Of course, I don't need to remind you both on the army's policies on such things, right? I could easily have the both of you court martialed.""Wait. I can explain."Kai froze. Yes, that was it, she would blame everything on the damned serum! I mean, none of this would have happened if it wasn't for that drug the military forced her to take, right?"I'm not interested in your excuses."Minerva cut her off, rising from her desk. Indeed, the red headed officer had her own idea for punishing these two girls."The two of you are going to face some serious consequences. Unless..."a grin made its way across Minerva's portrait."Kai, lift up your girlfriend's skirt for me.""Excuse me, wh ""Shut up and do it. Do you want to go to prison?" She growled. Kai's eyes nervously glanced over towards Riley. Wasn't she still... bare under there? Was this even allowed? A thousand thoughts ran across her mind as her hand slowly reached for the bottom of Riley's skirt... Since when didKai become all flirty and girly? Riley frowned at her girlfriend as the sniper almost waved off the potential seriousness of this. True, they had only just started a relationship that would border on "inappropriate," and could use the slight leeway granted by that and an away mission before filing official paperwork. Plus Riley knew the Federation was becoming a good deal more lax regarding same sex relationships. Really she was mostly just wanting to lock down Kai before the sniper got second thoughts or started thinking maybe it wasjust the drug .But into the barracks, waiting orders. Strange to see Minerva there, but they did quite frequently have joint operations with Squad F. Plus the redheadclearly had something going on with Claude, a rivalry or possibly some misplaced affection or something along those lines. Riley focused back on the matter at hand. When questioned about the report, she almost started giving it ,before remembering that this had been more Kai's situation tahn her own."Can confirm Sgt. Major Schulen's report," added Riley, along with a quick salute. She could see Claude nodding along, clearly fine with it. There was that hesitation as Minerva asked to leave, and Riley wondered what that was all about. She waved at Claude as the man left, making a mental note to go to him and explain this whole situation ASAP. Even if Kai didn't want to fill out the paperwork right away, Riley felt they should at least tell their closest friends. Raz and Claude deserved to know... well, maybe less Raz, since he was likely to tell not only the whole Squad, but the next few squads in rank as well."It is rather unorthodox, Minerva..." Riley added to Kai's inquiry, frowning. Minerva barely had rank on her, really. Though she did have quite a bit of experience. Riley kept frowning as she leaned into the folder. "Someone's taking pictures of the showers?" spurted Riley, unable to control her quivering rage. "We've got to do something about this!"GodGodGodGodGodGod"Not "Not "Not Leena," GodOf course, she realized that said pictures were of their previous indiscretion. But at most they'd get in trouble for displays in an inappropriate space, which was a demerit if anything. The actual spy would be getting worse problems. Fuming, Riley stared down Minerva as the other girl continued, finally rolling her eyes."You and I both know that's not true! There's just... paperwork to fill out while we're still enlisted" it didn't happen frequently, no, but it did happen. The bit about court martialing had Riley even more upset, nearly lunging at Minerva. It was only when the redhead paused that Riley figured out her game.Really, she should not have been slightly excited about that.."Just do it," she whispered to her girlfriend, fighting the urge to roll her eyes."You it,"it,"it,""Lt," she said, speaking to Minerva as her skirt rose, "my underwear were damaged by weather, and I haven't had the time to get new ones," she flushed as her bared sex came into view. At least after being chewed out and threatened she wasn't visibly aroused. The excuse should work too, though Riley already strongly suspected that Minerva was going to have strong words all the same. it,""You"You At first, Minerva's order had Kai freezing in place. It was true that the two of them had been...quite experimentalthese past few days, but everything so far had just been between the two of them. Was it really okay for her to do something like that? Kai's eyes searched for Riley's own, watching carefully as the blonde scientist gave her the go ahead to do it.Well, if Riley's okay with it...Kai's fingers slowly made their way to the bottom of Riley's skirt, slowly pulling the fabric upwards until her girlfriend's sex was fully in view for the red headed lieutenant to see. Of course, Minerva probably hadn't been expecting Riley to have been bare under there..."Well, well. "Minerva cooed, a smirk forming across her lips as her eyes reveled in Riley's shame."Looks like you two are bigger sluts than I thought. I'd been wanting to see under that skirt for awhile now... but I didn't think I'd be able to see so much "She chuckled, crossing her arms slowly over her chest."Hands on the table and bend over, Lieutenant."She commanded once more, waiting for Riley to bend forwards over her desk."Come on. I don't have all day."The crimson haired officer waited for Riley to comply, before turning her gaze towards Kai once again."Good. Now, I want you to hit her.""E excuse me?"Kai bit at her lower lip, was she hearing Minerva correctly?"Say excuse me one more time, and I'll make sure the both of you regret it. Now, hit her."Minerva growled, watching as Kai sheepishly raised her open hand. In the next moment, Kai brought her open palm downwards, smacking Riley's exposed back end with a resounding clap."Harder."Minerva leaned backward in her seat, amused by Riley's reactions. Kai did as she was told, spanking Riley's cute ass once again, this time hard enough to leave a small streak of red where her hand had connected with her flesh."Now, that's better. Keep hitting her until I tell you to stop."Kai's hand recoiled backwards, spanking Riley again...and again, leaving only a few seconds between each hit. As her hand continued to smack Riley, Kai wondered why exactly she was enjoying this so much. "Good girls."Minerva smirked."You can stop now,"She waited for Kai to cease hitting Riley before leaning forward in her seat."I'm going to have so much fun with you two."The officer grinned before planting a kiss upon Riley's lips. A strange mixture of emotions broiled within Riley as she watched Minerva smirking at her. There was the shame of exposing herself, showing off her pretty little pussy for someone, even someone she sort of considered a friend. Riley knew it was slightly... slutty, particularly given her lack fo panties. Anger bubbled at being made to do this: again, Riley was fairly certain that everything would be okay with paperwork. The urge to just punch Minerva never quite left. But underneath, or perhaps on top of, it all, there was a broiling heat. A developing, just noticeable, roiling sensation within her lower lips. Part of Riley, quite despite herself, found it almost... arousing. Not helped by Minerva suggesting that she'd been interested for a while."Well, tough. This is all Kai's," Riley insisted, giving Minerva a hard look, particularly from being called a slut. She'd slept with one woman, who she was now in a relationship with. And the pantie thing had been more... bad timing than anything. Riley kept glaring even as Minerva moved ,and heard the next order. Confused and still fuming, Riley moved over, leaning slightly. "What?!" Riley almost snapped as Minerva gave her next command, turning to all but glare at the other woman. The next command came, and Riley kept glaring, blue eyes going sharp. Just what was Minerva playing at? Is she trying to humiliate us...? Or, what could be the other explanation? Oh. My God. Does Minerva like to watch? Riley of course knew about peeping ,and she'd heard rumors and whatnot, but this was her first real experience. a slight smack drew her back to reality, the blonde arching on her toes. But, well, Kai treated her harder before.More followed, and it didn't take long for Riley's cut little bum to shift from white to pink. the red kept seeping inward, pouring down into Riley. It didn't hurt that it was from a woman she'd literally just said owned all her nether region. The whole thing was just kind of... naughty. Much like all of this. "There!" Riley all but snapped, feeling flushed for several reasons. "Are you happy now? I told you, we're " words stopped as a kiss sealed her lips. Riley's eyes went wide, but she only lasted a few moments, a heartbeat, not even hesitation, before pushing Minerva off . "I told you!" Riley was almost shouting, quite red as she worked to get Minerva away. "We're a couple, and i'm not just going to cheat on Le Kai because you decided you're horny! Report us if you like! I'll fight it and Claude will so be on our side!" She was giving Kai a triumphant look, though, well, she also couldn't help but be flushed. There was something rather... hot about all this, wasn't there? Minerva was far from surprised when Riley suddenly pushed her away, ranting something about her relationship with Kai,yady yada. None of that interested Minerva, nor did she really care that Kai and Riley were in a relationship. This was theRanger Corps... and whether they liked it or not, Minerva had quite a bit of power over the two of them. It wasn't everyday that Minerva found herself a new playmate, so having the opportunity for two was something she had zero intentions of missing."Oh? So this is how it's going to be, then?"She crossed her arms against her chest, a triumphant smile creasing her lips."So how about we raise the stakes a bit? What do you think the brass will think when they hear that the real Kai Schulen was a deserter? A court martial would be the least of your worries then."Kai's eyes widened at the prospect of Minerva suggesting such a thing.How did she even find out?! No,Minerva probably knew for awhile, she was probably just waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it to her advantage. Tears welled up in the corner of Kai's eyes as her fingers formed themselves into tight fists. Sharing Riley wasn't something that Leena wanted to do... but if Minerva was going to play that card, then she didn't have much of a choice. Plus, Kai would be lying if she didn't find this situation just aliiiiiitle exhilarating. "Riley," Leena leaned over her from behind, placing a tender kiss against the back of her neck before navigating her lips around to the front of her face."Do this for me, please."She nibbled at Riley's lower lip before locking their lips together. Her tongue stroked gently against Riley's own, as if begging her to calm down. She did this for a few moments before pulling away, glancing over towards the red headed officer standing impatiently across the table."Please don't make any reports. We'll play your games."Kai mumbled softly, averting her eyes down and away. She couldn't force Riley to do anything if she didn't want to, but Leena and her brother were facing some serious crimes. The relationship might have been forgivable...but this.This would surely tear Leena apart. The back of her mind cursed Minerva for pulling such a stunt, but her eyes were filled with nothing but shame. How could she make Riley do something like this? It was exciting,sure but how exactly would this bode on their newly formed relationship?"Now that's much better. Believe me, I don't want to separate the two of you."Minerva bit her lip, pleased by the Deadeye's reaction."Now, I think Riley needs a small lesson in manners, what do you think?"Minerva opened her drawer, rummaging through the contents for a moment before removing an item. Before either of them could guess what was happening next, a large strap on was dumped onto the desk just in front of Riley's face."Take off your lowers and put it on, Schulen." Kai froze for a moment, her cat like eyes widening in shock at the object placed before them. The business end of the strap on was nearly eight inches in length, with a sizable girth as well. How any woman would be able to take such a thing was... "I'm waiting, Schulen. What's wrong? I have a bigger one if you want it.""Sorry,"Kai hastily pulled down her pants, along with her panties before pulling the straps over the curves of her waist. It was then that she noticed why Minerva had her remove her clothes: the reverse end of the strap on had a little something protruding off the other side, no doubt to stimulate the wearer with each thrust. Kai blushed as she tightened the strap on pressing her hand against her mouth to stifle a moan as the object penetrated slightly inside of her. If this is what it felt like now, she could only imagine what it would feel like once she started fucking Riley with it.Fuck, stop enjoying this, Leena! "Good. I think you know what to do next. Your profile says you're a man, so it's about time you learn how to fuck like one."Minerva tapped her foot, waiting for Kai to take up position behind Riley. Slowly, Kai placed the head of the dildo against Riley's slit, which she noticed was surprisingly wet all things considered."Uh, no."Minerva interjected,"I think you have the wrong hole, Sergeant."This fucking sadist.Kai bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. Could she really do that to Riley? Having no other choice, she aimed upwards, using her hands to push apart her lover's cheeks before pressing the tip against Riley's tighter hole,"At least give me some lube..."she paused, not wanting to forcefully thrust something so large inside of Riley.Minerva chuckled, rather amused by Kai's interjection,"If she wants lube, then she'll have to earn it. Hmmm, maybe if Riley begs a little and gives me a little kiss, I'll consider it."She leaned closer toward Riley, "Well, Lieutenant, how do you want it? The easy way?" Minerva placed her hands upon the scientist's shoulders, gently pushing Riley backward so that she could feel the large dildo pushing up against her puckered star."Or the hard way?" Oh, and Riley had thought she'd been madbefore. The moment Minerva upped the ante, started revealing the real secret that Squad E kept, started, well, being a Class A bitch, Riley turned absolutely furious. She was tempted to start dressing down or just outright attacking Minerva then and there. Except that she knew that would all but be playing into Minerva's hands. A direct assault would definitely be grounds for a severe reprimand, if not an outright court martial. Yes, it would be provoked, and technically Riley should be okay: she was a member of the science division more than the "actual army," but there was one pretty obvious problem:Kai... Leena. Any problems could easily roll onto the lesser officer, and any real digging would create exactly the sort of nightmare scenario that Minerva was outright suggesting. So she had to contend herself with just glowering, shivering with barely suppressed rage, still ready to attack before she felt something pressing against her neck. the soft kisses contrasted so sharply with Riley's overwhelming fury that they caught her totally by surprise. She actually yelped even from that gentle touch, jumping slightly. She flushed, feeling the heat that had welled from her frustration starting to pour into... other places. It certainly didn't hurt that Kai kept right on going, kissing her way to right in front of Riley"You do realize how crazy this is, right?" Riley had to mumble, looking away, still feeling more than a little flushed. Of course, now she actually felt aroused on top of being embarrassed, and, well, there was something a... little hot in the way Minerva just commanded things. she was still way below Kai, but Riley wasn't exactly intending on entering a relationship with the stern ex leader of Squad F . So instead she shuffled her feet, nodding her terse agreement with Kai's mumbled comment. Wait.... was Minerva saying she didn't want to break up the relationship? Just what was going on here? And what was "Why do you even have that!?" Riley exclaimed, accidentally letting her voice jump up in volume and pitch. She gestured at the toy as it appeared, noting the size... which was at least an inch or so larger than the largest thing Riley had previously had inside her. She really didn't want to think about the sharp pang she felt between her legs at the sight of it, or how Kai looked less reluctant because of what it was and more pleasantly surprised. Great, I just wrapped my head around liking Leena for being, well, Leena instead of a Kai. now this? This is just going to make me feel all kinds of complicated and that has two sides. It's definitely meant to go inside someone. I didn't even know they made them like that...Scientific curiosity meant her own erotic inclinations as Riley craned slightly to watch as Leena worked the thing into her. She glanced at Minerva as she spoke, before shifting, taking a fairly submissive position. At least they were back on just having an audience. It still sucked, since they were just really getting into their relationship, but it was better than something else...Oh god. Riley shifted, feeling her ass clench already. She knew that hole would be painfully, virginally tight. A little internal war followed: to beg for lube or not... a war where terms spiked as something large pressed just against her tightly clenched star. Riley hissed, arching slightly, before staring almost defiantly up at Minerva."Hard's good," she said almost cheerily. "Kai's usually pretty hard anyway," she pushed herself backwards slightly, feeling the intense pressure as her snug hole pressed against the toy. Riley took a deep breath, trying to steady herself ,before reaching up to quite obviously push away from Minerva, the motion spiking the pressure. Pain hit her bottom hard as the hole expanded, but Riley was just hissing, obviously determined to get the toy inside one way or the other. Raw heat was pouring from her sex anyway, the moisture starting to gather, reminding Riley that, well, part of what she had enjoyed so far was nearly being tossed around by her lover... There's no way this is going to fit!Kai waited for Riley to do what Minerva wanted, the tip of that giant...thingpressing firmly up against Riley's tight hole. Yet Riley's cockiness won the day and before long, Kai was watching as Riley pushed her own weight backwards into the massive object."R Riley!"She blushed at her lover's comment. Kai certainly did have a tendency to get a little rough with Riley, but that was only because of the drug! God forbid Minerva ever found out about such a thing. As Riley moved backward, Kai could feel the reverse end of the device pressing deeper into her, causing the brunette to let out a surprised squeal. This was certainly going to be more difficult than she anticipated, but before long, the massive length of the toy was buried halfway inside of Riley's tight hole. Kai bit her lip imagining how good it must have felt to feel those walls clamping down on her. If only she had actually been born a boy.When it seemed that the large shaft wasn't going to press in any further, Kai's waist slowly began to retreat, pulling a few inches backwards before suddenly thrusting deeper inside."Ahn. Fuck!"Kai growled, her thighs convulsing as she felt the other side of the object push deeper into her own walls. Desperate for more of the sensation, Kai began to repeat the process, pulling out before thrusting into Riley once again with increasing vigor. Each time, the toy buried itself further into Riley and each time, Kai could feel the other end press into her. It was an addicting sensation and before long, Kai could feel herself resorting to her more primal instincts once again."Fuck! Mmfg, MFnG!"A string of unintelligible words mixed with curses as Kai began fucking her lover from behind and in certain ways, fucking herself in the process. Primal growls emanated from Kai's lips as she buried one of her hands into those long, golden strands, gripping vigorously as she began to thrust back and force with renewed intensity. Horny Kai was back,it seemed... and she almost forgot that Minerva was watching them as the thrusts became more violent and probably more painful for Riley.Ohgodohgodohgod, Kai couldn't control herself, the entire desk vibrating as she began pounding into the poor scientist from behind."My, my, Kai. You're going to hurt your poor girlfriend."Minerva chuckled, watching as her desk shook back and forth with each thrust. Watching the scientist get ravaged in front of her begins to swell a desire within the leader of Squad F... and it isn't long until she decides it's time to join in on the fun as well. Grabbing a paddle from her desk, she navigates behind Kai. As if the Sergeant needed any more motivation, a swift smack to Kai's rear only encourages her to thrust with greater vigor.Kai pulled Riley's hair backward, lifting her face off of the table so that their lips could crash against one another. Planting a firm kiss as she thrusts into her, she allows their tongues to dance among one another for several moments before pulling away."I'm nngh,"she begins between growls, still thrusting into Riley,"I 'm sorry."Without giving the scientist a chance to respond, Kai forces Riley's face back against the surface of the desk, pinning her down as she continued to ravage her. The pressure on Riley's ass made her hiss. She'd definitely underestimated just how much effort it would take to get the toy into her body. She'd figured her ass would just stretch, like her sex had, but despite being incredibly intelligent, Riley hadapparently forgotten that, technically speaking, her ass wasn'tbuilt to handle impressive toys being shoved into it. Sure, she'd toyed with it, as had Kai. The cute little bubble did beg for at least some attention. Plus her overall cleanliness meant that the hole was just as clean as anywhere else on Riley's body, if not moreso . But this was... totally not what she'd expected.The spike of raw pain as her body stretched around it lanced into Riley. The searing heat that followed as her body stretched around the toy ignited so many fires within her. It would be only a matter of seconds at this rate before sweat started to bead upon her pale skin. Already her breath had become ragged, nearly panting. She sucked in air as she fought to loosen herself, to relax. But everything within her, that raging fire, her mounting lust, wanted her to clamp down. Muscles pushed hard, offered resistance which her newly minted girlfriend pushed through diligently. Riley let out a sharp, wordless cry, body arching, hair slapping against her back as she thrashed. Heaving breathes followed, head lowering.Oh God, this hurts way more than I thought it would.... and also feels way too good. I know that's Kai doing this, and I know it hurts like fuuuuck! Riley let out a sharp, yelping cry as she felt Kai pulling back, then pushing within, sawing into her body. Tears had started to form around the edges of her blue eyes, while she sucked air through her teeth. Her gaze shifted, just noticing Minerva standing there, looking as proud as ever. "That's it Kai it feels great" she hissed through teeth, taking another shivering breath. Her eyes widened as she realized that Kai was switching over, tapping into the whole primal!Kai variation that had railed Riley so hard before. Primal growls, and a hand threading through Riley's gorgeous hair. The scientist knew enough to brace, hands gripping tight the desk to hold."Oh my gawwwwwd!" Riley almost yelped, shivering as she felt her lover really getting into it. The pain went higher, meeting, surpassing, what it had felt like when Riley had lost her virginity. She knew the serum hadn't spurred this on, which actually made her feel a bit better: Leena apparently just had this in her, and the serum had awoken it. Now that awoken woman was plowing into Riley's no longer virginal ass like it was her favorite thing, gripping and pulling the beautiful scientist as she went.And Riley fucking melted.She felt her legs starting to give way. Her sex oozed out arousal, the hot liquid seeping around her thighs, coating her around the loins. Liquid magma poured into her body, threatening to simply incinerate everything. The sweat definitely beaded, and the scientist had begun eagerly panting. Her mouth was open when Kai twisted, and her hands reached up to hungrily grab at her lover. All that reserve dropped as Riley moaned into the kiss, the sheer delight in what was happening, knowing that she'd incited the sensations in Kai, threatening to overwhelm her.As Leena apologized, Riley almost smiled. She quickly bit her lover's lip, a quick nip, before smiling around her panting."Talk later. Fuck me now." Kai was growling with each thrust, panting and desperately clawing at Riley through her clothes as she lost all sense of reason."Fuck! Nghmff!" Kai groaned as the pounding continued to shake the desk underneath the scientist. With one of her hands, Kai reaches down underneath one of Riley's legs, forcefully lifting her knee over the wooden surface, giving her a better angle from which to press deeper inside of her girlfriend. The movements became increasingly vigorous, her hand still holding Riley's golden locks down against the desk as she moved back and forth. Her tongue lulled from her lips as her head began to arch upward in raw ecstasy."I'm going to I'm going to !"Kai could feel her body once more reaching her breaking point as she thrust into Riley, each impact causing the strapon to press into her opening. The prospect of climax didn't phase horny Kai in the slightest... and only moments later, she was pounding into her girlfriend as quickly as her slender waist could possibly thrust. As the movements became more violent, Kai's hand reached down between her girlfriend's legs, her fingers attacking Riley's sensitive button. The desk's vibrations became louder, overtaking the moans of both women as they prepared to cum together."I'm I'm! Ffffuck!GH!"Kai squealed as she thrust into Riley one, final time. Her body shuddered as she felt electricity surge across all parts of her body, her eyes rolling upward as her claws dug desperately into Riley's scalp and thigh. Like every time before, Kai felt her brain temporarily melt from the overwhelming pleasure, completely forgetting about Minerva and their predicament as Kai collapsed on top of Riley. It was like the world stopped existing, the addicting pleasure taking hold of Kai."Well, that was certainly unexpected." Minerva clapped, biting at her lower lip. Underneath her own uniform, she could feel the trail of arousal that ran down her own thighs. Watching Kai do her thing was... inspiring, to say the least. Perhaps if Riley wasn't so vehemently against it, Minerva would have found an opportunity to join in on the fun."Well, you two have held up your end of the bargain... for now."Minerva chuckles, settling down into her office chair. "If you thought this was going to be a one time thing, well, you lovebirds are sorely mistaken.""Mmmmgh."While Kai normally would voice opposition to such a statement, a moan is the only thing that manages to leave her lips. Like a ragdoll, she lays atop her lover without the strength to even pull out of Riley's tighter hole."Is... she going to be alright?"Minerva glares at Kai, who looks as if she had been shot with some sort of tranquilizer.It's only a few moments later that Kai's full consciousness returns to her, the Sergeant finally pulling away from Riley. "I I'm fine."She muses, before turning her attention towards Riley."Hey, Riles... are you okay?"Kai lowers her face, placing a loving kiss upon her girlfriend's lips. Unsure if Riley would be upset at her for this, Kai can feel her heart twisting in her chest. She begins to remove the strap on before finding and pulling her legs back through her tight, leather pants. Damn, Kai did not hold back. Riley shifted as her partner moved her, feeling the new position. Muscles clamped upon the toy, her body contorting around it even as it continued to slide within her. The new angle meant it delved so very, very deep within. Riley could almost swear she could feel portions of her stomach bulging out as the toy thrust ever so deep within her. Each thrust pushing into virginal flesh, marking new territory. That continued friction drew more and more heat throughout the scientist, making her sweat all the more fiercely. Her body felt aflame, sex melting, everything a big ball of heat and desire that she could barely form thoughts through.Leena didn't stop. Riley let out yelps, the pain from her battered ass melting into that raw warmth, seeping pleasure throughout her. Her sex clenched about, vigorously rippling, hungrily grasping for what wasn't there. Liquid began to almost spurt out, as Riley's muscles started dancing. Orgasmic clinching took over her lower half, as Riley grit her teeth, letting out a low, throaty moan. It rumbled throughout, and she could feel herself letting go. Leena had taken it as a sign to go faster, and Riley knew her ass would be red, if not outright bruised from the frenzied assault. Her head dropped, golden hair spilling about her in spirals, bits falling down to stick against face and body. Hands scrambled for purchase, desperate to brace. Her tongue was threatening to lull out, eyes threatening to roll, a wanton expression contorting her face into delight as the sensations crested higher and higher.Fingers touched against Riley's sex, and she fuckingexploded."FUCK!" she screamed, the expression loud as a gunshot, body slapping down against the desk as the raw pleasure overwhelmed her. Riley pulled an arm up, thrust her mouth into it while she cried out her pleasure. Ripples of delight shook her entire form, thrusting her sore bottom up against her lover. Spasm after spasm shot through her, the high pitched noises of delight shooting out almost in time. Even with Riley's muffling, the sounds filled the tent, threatened to spill over. She couldn't help it: couldn't help but add her high pitched accompaniment to the solid thwacking of flesh upon flesh.A flash as Leena screamed, gripped Riley, pulled against her. Riley let out another yelp, arching against her lover, an almost secondary climax pouring more heated lust into her body. She trembled again, falling limp in time with her lover, the two perfectly in sync. Riley's ass kept quivering around the toy, head spinning, not quite believing what had happened.Fuck, she'd forgotten Minerva was there until the redhead spoke. A deep flush descended upon Riley, the sheer embarrassment of what she'd just done, seeping through, cutting into the remnants of lust. Even as she trembled, something very near humiliation started seeping through. She'd liked that, liked it a lot, from the harsh attack on her ass to the seeping heat throughout her body. Riley didn't understand the various terms, but she had a feeling that she was someone who thoroughly enjoyed rough sex. By now, she didn't think she could go back even if she wanted to... and she really, really didn't want to.The question drew Riley's focus back on Minerva."Mhmm," she offered, shifting. "It takes a lot out of her... but she recovers quickly..."Fuck, Riley almost felt like just melting there herself. She twisted as Kai did, raising up to kiss back in return, offering a slight smile. A rueful laugh followed, but as Kai moved, Riley didn't. Her mind might have required quickly, but her lower half felt battered. Her ass hurt, with the hole slightly stretched it would return in time, but for now, it definitely bore the evidence of their coupling. Plus she knew she'd have bruises along her body."Need some ragnite..." Riley muttered, waving for Kai to dig some out, not wanting to move any further herself. Though she at least tugged her skirt back down slightly, glad that Kai didn't spew seed like a man, at least in that moment.

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Alliance Corsairs (Alvis Alendran&LilGunner)

Gods, the ship looked like hell. Maybe not the most polite way of talking about the ship, but there it was. There was clear marks on the outer hull that showed damage from micro meteorites, making it look like it had been out of proper dry dock for a long time. Which was true. It had been sitting in mothball, waiting to be melted down for a decade, but someone had decided to sell the shell off to a private industry. Now she was sailing out under the command of a freighter captain. Still, it had the tight lines and sleek slopes of a military ship, a shadow and a ghost of her former glories. The Alliance might have it's faults, but it knew how to build a ship. This particular craft had been an experiment in seeing how small of a ship they could build with a fully functioning eezo core and still be combat worthy, a prototype line of corvettes, smaller than even the frigates, and requiring minimal crew. Well, really, if a person got creative with VI functions, you could run the entire ship from the command chair. It made it ideal for running fast cargo and keeping expenses down. Now called the MV Bluenose, by a captain that thought himself terribly clever, he'd been approached for a special kind of service, one that involved running very special cargo. The ship was called to serve as a Corsair vessel. The captain himself was barely even present, simply ready to take the ship where it needed to go. Operational command belonged to the commissioned officer on board. Colonel Matthias Roan of the Systems Alliance Marine Corp wasn't the sort that most expected to see still serving on the lines. But when someone managed to rack up a service record like he had, opting to spend retirement in Corsair duty was something that a body was allowed to indulge in. Roan was a big man, standing just over six feet tall and nearly five across at the shoulder. His frame was well muscled from a lot of years under heavy work and training. His brown hair was starting to go to gray now, but that still wasn't uncommon for a man his age. Being in his fifties put him past what many considered to be his prime, but the wonders of the modern medicine had him still fighting fit, and he moved with the same ease he had when he was half his age. Cool gray eyes were frequently in motion, taking in the lay of the room, some people thought it meant he wasn't paying attention to what was right in front of him, but it was all just a habit of a lifetime of conflict that had taught him to remain aware of the surroundings at all times. His service record was long and not short on combat details. He'd fought in the First Contact War, the Skyllian Blitz, and near on every major engagement that the Alliance had been involved in over the years. He had something of a reputation, and promotions had helped him maintain his choice of assignments. But at the end of the day, while he could lead, and lead damned well, he was a soldier at heart. Most of his skills wound up being devoted to the simple act of getting a job done with boots on the ground. He paced along the small mess hall of the ship, feeling a little bit giddy. A corsair gig was a pretty nice assignment for someone like him, and he was supposed to be getting another trooper to support him, someone with some experience under their belt, which worked fine by him. A good two man strike team could get a lot done. He hadn't been told anything about the new member of his team, but that was also fine. Sometimes it was better to go in cold, see what kind of impression a person made without their history colouring your opinion. Colonel? Sir? There's a request for permission to come aboard at the airlock. Codes check out. The captain pinged him over to comm. Right, on my way up. Let them in, and have the standard decontamination process. Should let me get there in time to greet them. Roan jogged to the stairs that led up to the CIC, a half smile on his face. The airlock was humming as the decontamination process went on. The captain had gotten out of his chair, and was standing on one side of the airlock access. Roan stood on the other side. The captain was a smaller man, just barely over five feet, and maybe a undred and thirty pounds. He wasn't out of shape, but he was far from military trim. But he'd been a successful merchant captain for a decade, so Roan knew better than to underestimate him. The airlock hissed, finished it's process, and the doors opened to show their new arrival. Patience was a prime virtue for a sniper. Of course that didn t mean patience translated everywhere. Kira s foot tapped impatiently, the boots making a dull click. A tiny hand rested on an ample, cocked hip. For an Alliance Marine she was small. Her dress uniform perfectly trimmed and fit to her lithe body. Ribbons decently place but a little askew from the sea bag on her back. Her fiery, curling hair was slicked and tamed back into a braided bun, barely visible beneath her cover. Behind her a massive, heavy case that housed her rifle and side arm along with all the needed tools and materials for repair.Finally the door slid open and she could step into decontamination. The humming and whirring familiar. A slow process. Kira huffed some as she waited again. At least this was an alliance only operation. No Titian s to deal with. She reached up and touched her face. Three shiny, pink, lines ran along her cheek bone. The damn space lizard had gotten her good. Shame about his arm though. No, not really. The Colonel would have the reports, of that she was sure. Unable to adapt was the official reprimand. A full drop in rank, brief confinement. Finally reassignment. Well good, she d rather fly around on some junker than try and play nicey nice diplomat with those lizards. Bunch of rigid, uptight assholes. The more rigid a society was the easier members broke and one of theirs broke hard. Kira s fist clenched, the memory no less painful even after nearly four years.The Colonel would have had access to her records and she had been able to dig up some information on him as well. She had been a new, fairly raw recruit in the First Contact war. Just a lowly private, and electronics specialist. That was even before she had been selected to training as a sniper. Just an average grunt. Service and time saw her rise in the enlisted ranks. Several commendations, displayed proudly on her chest. A time of relative peace followed, peace as far as a Marine was concerned. Some quick, hard battles but no true war. Not since First Contact. Like many young, dumb Marines she had married early and had a son. Divorced early as well. Just like her following in the boot prints of her parents her son enlisted into the corp. He was lucky and found himself stationed to the citadel. Easy security work. Safe. So they thought. The rise of Commander Shepard was both bane and boon it seemed. She had once worked well enough with all the sentient peoples of the galaxy, Turians included. Right until one of their went rogue. The youngest Turian SPECTRE, Saren Arturis, ever attacked the Citadel and her son was lost. Kira struggled to get along with Turians ever since.The doors slid open and she pushed down the frothing anger and sadness. She was met with a set of eyes and a broad chest. For a moment she blinked her wide, green eyes, glancing between the slightly portly man and the massive chest in front of her. Slowly her round, lightly freckled face tilted back, looking the long way up towards an older, greying man. Who was she kidding? She was in her forties, she was old too. Even if she felt as nimble and spry as she did in her late twenties. It was easy to guess who was who. Even with the tightly packed, heavy bag on her back Kira snapped to and gave a sharp salute. "Gunnery Sergeant Kira Flynn reporting, sir." She was happy with herself she didn't fuck that up and call herself Master Sergeant even if the new, dropped rank stuck her tongue like peanut butter. Her voice still painfully high and girlish despite her years. The only thing that really indicated her more advanced years were the light crinkles around her eyes, mouth, and on her forehead.Quick and abrupt as always she dropped the salute and reached out of a hard handshake. "An honor to be here," she said with a sharp nod. Of course it was less of that and more just delighted to be part of an all human crew. Honestly she might not mind an Asari or Salarian, hell she got along really well with the violent Krogan. When the lock doors hissed open, Roan was looking almost right over the head of new arrival. He suppressed a smile. Short, lithe, he'd almost consider calling her a dainty thing if he thought he might survive the reprisal of that. He'd learned a long time ago that there were certain cracks you just didn't make to ladies in the corp. He'd seen more than a few teeth go flying when some of the more meatheaded marines had thought it might be funny to poke fun at the ladies in the ranks. Roan himself had long ago learned that less likely a lady looked like she'd be a amrine, the more dangerous she tended to be. So a short lady in dress blues was liable to be a handful and a half if he wasn't smart. She carried herself very well, the faint lines on he told him that she wasn't likely to be any kind fo green, and that mattered a lot. He'd requested a verteran. Pulled a few strings back in the command ranks, what was left of them, to make sure of it, but the cost had been not having much say in exactly who he was going to get. When she snaped off a smart salute, Roan returned it, the movement not even registered. he's been doing it for so long, so much of his life, there were a few thigns that were just auto pilot for him. He had to wonder at a marine who arrived for corsair detail in her dress blues. Making an impression? Possible, and if that had been the intent, it was working, for better and worse. "Colonel Matthias Roan, Sergeant. But I'm huessing you knew that already." He dropped the salute, adn took her outstretched hand. It was a firm grip, not crushing, but there was certainly pressure in it. Not a contest, but certainly an acknowledgement that he didn't plan on seeing her as anything less than a soldier. "Good to have on board. Not sure about you, but I'm about ready to get back to basics and shoot some Godsdamned pirates and slavers instead of trying to fight giant mechanical space squids." He let go of her hand, and nodded. "Come on, I'll give you the dime tour. Cap, why don't you get us underway. It's a good four days to our first drop site." The captain nodded, not bothering to speak to anyone, but just heading back to his cockpit to get the ship flying. Roan waved for Kira to follow him as he head down the corridor to the stairs that would take him from the CIC. "We'll swing by the crew quarters, and you've got your own space. We'll also need to get you out of that uniform." Roan paused a half beat realizing what he'd just said. "And into some civvies. We're off the books here, can't have us stomping around like we're real soldiers or anything." he added, giving a smile back at her. Not his best recovery, but he'd made worse ones. Kira was glad to feel a firm handshake. It always seemed to depend on the officer. Many she had met, more so desk jockey types, had hand shakes like a dead fish. Colonel's handshake was firm and warm. She had a decently strong suspicion from that alone he wasn't about to baby of coddle her. Perhaps worse, look down on her for either being enlisted or her recent punitive measures. Of course she guessed and with ease. More like she knew since she had done her research when given this assignment. Sure the Corsairs were widely talked about but few seemed to know exactly what they did. Colonel's service record was easy enough to pull though. She may have lost a rank but they hadn't taken away her accesses."Glad to be aboard sir," she replied with a sharp nod as he waved for her to follow. "I'm just ready for Alliance concerned missions. I'm tired of nicey nice diplomatic, intergalactic specie bullshit." If she wasn't sure they were an insane cult she was onboard with Cerberus' ideas of 'Mankind first.' It wasn't the most well looked upon outlook but she couldn't agree more with the notion. They had spent a lot of time playing diplomats. If they had bothered to fortify their holdings rather than assist and expand the loss of human life might not have been as drastic as it had been. Of course she had other reasons to harbor some hatred within her.His accidental innuendo hardly seemed to phase her even as he corrected himself with a smile. His grin was only met with calm, uncaring eyes and relaxed lips. "I would prefer to be out of this monkey suit as well. Fine as they might look I would prefer a suit or comfortable clothes," she said with a small shrug. For a woman with lines around her eyes and mouth she certainly didn't smile much. Wrinkles indicative of someone who often laughed and smiled a lot. Her large cased clacked and banged as they headed down the stairs and towards her assigned quarters. A stateroom to herself was a bit of a surprise, a pleasant one at that. Even as a Master Sergeant she had shared a room with two other females.Once they arrived at the stateroom Kira propped up her large case and looked at the Colonel once more. She had met her fair share of large, muscular men in the Corp but the Colonel really took the cake. Being her superior office aside he was one man she was decently certain she wouldn't want to mess with. Of course she had sparred with her fair share of meatheads and had come out the superior. Time would tell. "I'll meet you up in CIC after I change and drop this off to the armory sir? Take that dime tour?" Somehow both a question and yet simply telling him what she planned to do. Especially given she stepped into the room and let the door close. Quickly she disrobed but took care in finely folding and hanging up her uniform then went to her bag and unpacked the rest. It was a quick affair, she hadn't brought along much more than she needed. Clothes to work out in, her suits for missions, and comfortable clothes. Toiletries too, hygiene was strictly important.Comfortably dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt, both of which black with the Corp logo, and her fiery red hair let down from the bun and tied into a waist length braid she grabbed her case and headed to the armory. If it could be called that. A storage room on a merchant vessel, secured to house weaponry. Her rifle was her most precious possession and made doubly certain to lock it up. No one touched her damn gun but her. Not even for repairs. Satisfied that no one could lay their grubby paws on her weapon she headed up to CIC as she had told the Colonel she would. It felt oddly inappropriate to wander about so comfortably but if everything was off the books she was going to be comfortable damnit. Uniforms, gym clothes, or comfortable clothes she preferred to wear nothing else. Roan wasn't one to really quibble overthe fine points of things. She wanted to change out of her dress blues, he'd accomodate her in that way. Prompt response to his comment. The fact she hadn't reacted to his slip of hte tongue did have him wondering about her a little. She was either humourless, which might make for a long tour, didn't want to call her new CO on the carpet, which was fair enough, or...well, those were really the only two things that really came to mind. He made the quick trip back up to the CIC, checking things out while he was there, making sure that everything was running smoothly.Roan was double checking the Guardian system for the second time just to have something to do when he heard the door hiss open faintly. He stood from his check, and nodded to Kira by way of acknowledgement. In civvies she was almost a different person, she didn't quite have that level of severe edge that she'd born beofre. She didn't look soft, that was for damned sure, but it was a good change to see."Dime tour is pretty easy. CIC, we probably won't spend too much time in. I'm not much of an Ops man, prefer to have boots on the ground." he started, walking back tot eh door that would take them below again. "Staterooms, you've seen the relevant one for you. Only one head, but it's got a lock on it, so you've got your privacy. Armoury, such as it is, I assume you found by now. I wanted t have it rebuilt back into a proper armoury, but the captain disagreed. Still wants to have it a little mroe open and casul for when he goes back to hauling cargo instead of us. Central lift is there, we'll head to the bottom deck in a minute." Roan waved tot he closed door that would hold a lift large enough to carry several people at once, or some cargo."Past ehre we've got the mess, not a lot of room, but this ship was initially designed to have a crew of 14, so it might feel roomy enough with what we're running currently. There's instant food if you're in a hurry, but also some food in the fridge as well if you ever decide you want something that isn't reprocessed a dozen times. Captain cooks maybe once a week, and there's leftovers from that, so kee an eye out for that. Helps break up the monotony. Up there is the forward battery, the main gun. Not the most impressive thing ona ship this size, but at least we've got teeth enough to scare off the average idiot." Roan pointed as he spoke, mostly just filling the air. Things were set up fairly similar to most light frigates, just crammed down smaller. He led her to the lift.The lift was as short ride to the lowest floor, and the door opened to show the cargo bay landing bay. There was a bog standard shuttle on hand, looking to be battered adn well used, but if it was anything like the ship itself, then the exterior would be just window dressing for a solid enough ship. There was also a pair of small hover vehicles, looking very much like they might be a hovering motorcycle. There was a row of lockers along one wall."Aside from the armoury, there's ready lockers here if you want to keep your kit clkose at hand for deployment. There's a passable work bench in here to do any repairs or tweaks to your weapons or armour. Depending on the situation, we'll either deply from the shuttle, or take the bikes out. Do you have any training or certification on the M 22 Swoop?" He asked her. Not a lot of people bothered to try out riding a hover bike, but they could get excellent speeds, adn were usually mroe practivcal for quick recon and strike ops. Downside being that they didn't provide any protection like normal vehicles, and the speeds they hit were disquieting when one considered what would happen if a person fell off. They were also expensive to get an eezo core that small mounted. Strange they outfitted a merchant vessel the way they did, even managing to put a CIC in it. Kira nodded some as her gestured around the room before they headed towards the few staterooms. A location she knew well enough having been there already. Honestly she was a little surprised there was only one head to be shared though she assumed the Skipper had to have a head attached to his own stateroom. Who knew really, it was a fairly small ship after all. She followed him to the armory, also already knowing the location, nodding some at him explanation. It made sense. "I don't blame him. If I were in his boots I'd do the same, less to change once he's released from service," she said with a halfhearted shrug as she followed him to the mess and galley.Kira's eyebrows rose a little in mild surprise. Fend for yourself food? Honestly she was alright with that. "Honestly cooking sounds good." Her face softened a little as though there might be the threat of a grin but nothing more. "I hate shore duties but I do like being able to cook my own food. Never been on a ship with a free roam galley. Cooks are usually more defensive about their gallies than guarded outposts. I had a couple spatulas thrown at me as a Private." Again with the shadow of a grin which was more just a softening around the corners of her lips and eyes. Kira followed the Colonel to the lift and the short jaunt down a deck. As the door slid open she glanced around the large bay. Green eyes bounced between the three vehicles there. Lockers too. Even better, a work bench, perfect. "Guess I'll move my shit down here," she said with a nod to the lockers. Leave a little more room in her stateroom for, well, hoodies mostly.His mention of the M 22 brought a small tilt to her head followed by a short shake in the negative. "Can't say I have, never really an opportunity to," she said as she walked over to the hover bikes. Of course she had heard of them but most commands she served at weren't exactly quick strikes. Usually far larger operations. Not to mention the potential risk. Marines were a little wild even with massive, slow equipment. She couldn't imagine the mischief the average marine would get to on one of those. "Guess that'll have to be a training point. Is there a manual for them, a qualification packet?" She leaned over one in mild interest. More than mild really. They might be metal death traps given the speeds they could reach but she couldn't deny she was a little excited to try one out. Back in her NCO days she had been known to drive rovers a little wildly. "I think we've got some training manuals on hand. Here, let me check." Roan stepped to one of the folded the bikes and pressed a switch on it. The bike unfolded, blue jets of light coming from the bottom. It hummed and stuttered, sounding very much like a shuttle craft. Once extended, the bike looked to be a little over six feet long, and floated three feet off the ground. Roan opened s compartment on the side, showing htere was a cargo area, likely able to hold a few cubic feet of materials. He found a pad in it, and checked. Nodding, he shut the bike down, the unit folding up and settleing back to the ground. He handed the pad to Kira."That should tell you the ins and outs. If you want to kick the bike around the bay, go for it, just try not to push the speed up too far. These bikes are expensive, and replacements are hard to come by out here. Hell, they're going to hard to find most anywhere these days. Since...well, fuck, you know why." He shook his head. The whole Reaper war, if you could call it a war, had rocked everything to the core. Alost half the Mass Relays were damaged and on the fritz, making it hard to safely get anywhere. It'd get fixed, the Asari were on it, but it wasn't going to be fast. It wouldn't be done within Roan's lifetime. Hell, it wouldn't be done during the lifetime any living human, or even their children.Roan gave himself a bit of a shake. He was starting to get a little prone to remembering randomly when not under fire. Probably due to his age. He knew he was only really middle aged, but hefeltold. He'd seen too much. Hed seen a lot of ground wars, and he'd seen too many worlds burn. Slaughter and butchering on a scale no one had even conceived of, it was still nightmare stuff. He shook his head again. It didn't take much apparently."I'l have us landed a fair ways back from our op when we get there. Give us a chance to put the bikes through some paces. Get good on this thing, and I imagine you'll find it useful if you have to redeploy mid op." Roan observed.

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ғᴀᴛᴇ / ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ 【ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ-ᴋᴜɴ / ᴄʜᴇᴠᴀʟɪᴇʀ】

"lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" Defeat. It was a word that had been foreign to Nero in life, but its magnificent humiliation was now ever present in the mind of the late Roman Emperor. She remembered vividly the chain of events that had brought her to this point, her emerald kaleidoscopes recounting how she and her master had been overwhelmed and captured by the enemy. An ambush of lesser goblins had led the Emperor to become far too boisterous in battle, not realizing the true threat were the endless horde of goblin champions that soon followed. Though many were cut down by Aestus Estus, it wasn't long until Nero had found herself completely overwhelmed. How frustrating it was for the proud and noble Nero Claudius to be forced to kneel before her enemies, chained and gagged like some common slave.Nero's thoughts were clouded by thoughts of escape. What she would do to these lowly creatures when she was free of her shackles once more. Like her master, her hands were bound behind her back, with a crude cloth rag tied over her mouth. She had to escape, so that she could protect her master and flee far from this dark and despicable place. Kneeling in the dark cavern, Nero glanced towards the many goblins that filled the room. Even if she managed to break her chains, there appeared to be far too many enemies for her to defeat especially in her wounded state. Perhaps if she could get closer to Rin, she would be able to execute the mana transfer she needed in order to fight her way out. But even then, their prospects looked slim.It wasn't long until the weak gaze of torchlight revealed a large creature at the center of the room. A horrible creature that looked more foul than even the goblins that surrounded them. Nero's eyes glared defiantly at this creature as the goblins removed the gags that covered the couple's mouths."Release us." The Emperor commanded, as if her words held any weight in her current position."I will not stand for such treatment by insolent creatures."She growled once more. The saber class servant rose to her feet in defiance, only to be struck down by the goblin that was holding her chains.To be captured like this... at the mercy of such disgusting monsters. The humiliation burned painfully in Nero's chest. The beast sat upon a raised dais modeled to look like a throne the beast had goblins surrounded him, fanning him and feeding him food as well as protecting him. It was clear the goblins not only obeyed this monster but seemed to worship it like a god. He was well known to the human realms as Jabba the Hutt, a mysterious slug creature that had managed to enthrall many of the goblin clans and now ruled over them. With his command of the goblins he was able to wreak havoc upon the civilized realms unless they payed him tribute. All did, for it was easier to pay off the Hutt than deal with his goblin horde for long.Jabba's long and fat tongue hung from his gaping mouth, dripping his drool onto his fat rolls which glistened in the light of the torches of his throne room. His massive tail swished back and forth as his feline eyes gazed upon the prizes that his minors had brought before him. He let out a bellowing laugh that echoed throughout the chamber as the goblins joined in the laughter as well, clearly happy that their master and lord was happy. He licked his lips, leering at the beautiful young human women before him. Nero's defiance nearly made him laugh loudly as he bellowed out orders in a guttural tongue that neither Nero nor Rin could understand.The goblins let out a loud cheers and soon their claws went to work on the tattered remains of their grabs. Claws tore at red and white fabric and cloth, ripping dress to shreds and exposing her womanly curves for Jabba and the goblins. Similar claws went to work on Rin's red top and black skirt. They were rapidly made nude, their bodies on full display with one bits and pieces of what had once been their clothes clinging to their bodies. Two large gobin champions, larger than any Nero had fought and lost to stepped forward with chain collars and snapped then roughly around each girl's neck. Attached to them were long chain link leashes which Jabba held in each of his grubby hands.He tugged on the leash in his right hand, yanking Nero forward powerfully and violent, her body forced into his own. It felt like she was being absorbed by his fat rolls! Her fair and smooth skin became coated in his slime...so hot and sticky. A goblin came behind her and pressed a powerful hand against her back so she couldn't escape as Jabba gazed down at her, a laugh echoing through the chambers once again as Nero could feel the fat rolls vibrating against her body.Soon, that long and fat tongue was licking up her neck and cheek, painting a trail on her body with his drool as the Hutt marked her as his property. Soon the tongue neared her mouth and it began to press against her lush lips, seeking to force its way into her mouth. All the while Rin was forced to watch, the large champion goblin behind her gleefully wrapping his powerful arms around her slim waist and his hands moved to grope and squeeze her perfectly rounded breasts, her flesh molding against the green digits of her assailant. Nero's defiant words unsurprisingly managed to accomplish absolutely nothing as the ugly creature began to speak in a language that neither the servant nor her master could understand. Yet, before either of the two could realize what was happening, the goblins had descended once more upon the pair, their claws mercilessly tearing apart the clothes that Nero and Rin were wearing."Y you insolent, disgusting creatures!"Rin screeched as the goblins began to tear at her signature outfit of red and black.How could this be happening to them?It wasn't long until both she and Nero were both fully naked, their ravaged clothes little more than tattered scraps of fabric strewn across the ground. If losing their clothing wasn't humiliating enough, giant goblins leashed them using giant collars that were more fit for dogs than humans. "How dare you treat me like a common slave! I am Nero Clau aHH!" Before she could finish her sentence, the servant was pulled into the giant creature's side."G gross!"She cried, her perfect, ivory flesh now drenched in a disgustingly sticky slime. Struggling to move away from the repulsive substance, Nero felt a strong hand push her even closer. "Unhand me! I command you to let me go!" She shouted, having nothing else than her voice to resist her enemy.The servant's face transformed from one of utter disgust into one of pure horror as the creature's massive tongue began to lap at the flesh of her neck and cheek, causing Nero to cry out in shock."No! Wai "the massive tongue cut her sentence short, invading between her open lips as her futile attempts to scream only allowed the monster's tongue to slip further into her mouth. The creature's tongue tasted bitter and horrible, but for some reason, Nero couldn't bring herself to pull her mouth free."mMMF!"She began kicking her feet violently, the rising heat that was swelling in her chest beginning to take hold.Was this some sort of poison?Nero wondered as she struggled to break free from her precarious position."Release her!"Rin shouted, only to realize that she was soon to meet a similar fate when a massive goblin stepped behind her."W wait! Don't! Leave me alone!"She shouted as the large, goblin champion began to touch her. This couldn't be happening! It wasn't supposed to be like this! Using what strength she had left, Rin managed to throw her full weight backwards, knocking the large, goblin champion backwards for a moment. In an act of desperation, Rin pivoted in place, turning towards the exit as she attempted to make a mad dash for her life. If Rin could manage to escape, she could use one of her command seals to teleport Nero to safety. All she had to do was get free from this hell.Yet, as Rin ran as far as she could, she suddenly felt the metal chain reach its maximum length."No! NO!"She screamed as she tugged on the metal chain, hoping to break free from whatever was holding her in place."LET ME GO!" The struggles and plight of the two women only drew even more laughter from the goblins and Jabba, his fat rolls against rippling against Nero's body which was tiny when compared to the massive slug lord she was now pressed against. Her breasts sunk into his slug body, becoming coated in his slime as her legs, thighs, hips, stomach and womanhood were also all coated in his slimy marking, her entire body being marked as owned by Jabba the Hutt. His tongue wiggled around wildly inside her mouth, pressing and rubbing against her own appendage as the tip soon began to push itself towards her throat, seeming to be intent on claiming every inch of her mouth. As this occurred, Nero would find that the bitter and horrible taste that filled her mouth was slowly but surely starting to turn into a sweet and alluring one, almost like her taste buds were being reprogrammed to enjoy the flavor and texture of his slime and drool.Simultaneously, Nero would find that she felt a slimy and firm sensation wrapping around her left leg as her mouth and throat were being prodded by his tongue. His tail was coiling around her legs, squeezing it like a vice as good portion of his tail then spanked her supple ass, her soft rear now marked with a long red lash as it jiggled from the impact, the fat tip moving to rub and prod itself against her tight and puckered asshole.Rin was in just as much trouble as she strained herself to try and escape her from her captives. After a few pointless tugs, Jabba himself tugged roughly on the leash attached to collar. The chain collar bit into her neck and cut off her air supply for a moment as her body flew towards the slug lord. He seemed to have a lot of power in the stubby little arms of his. His fatty body cushioned the impact as her back slammed into him, Nero could feel the vibrations as her Master was no also entrapped within the fat rolls of the Hutt.The champion goblin she had managed to fight off before asserted himself now with a vengeance. His two powerful and grubby hands groped and squeezed her nubile breasts, her flesh molding against his digits as he pushed her roughly against the slug lord, assuring she couldn't escape or fight him off this time. Now that he was putting his effort into it, the massive goblin easily physical overpowered the young magus.Soon that champion's fat lips were pressed up roughly and clumsily her lips, its fat tongue lashing at her rosy lips and seeking to, like Jabba had with Nero, force his tongue into her mouth. It chuckled and laughed against her lips, the other goblins joining in glee as the girls were defiled. Rin's back and rear were now coated in Jabba's potent slime and she too would likely begin to feel the effects of Jabba's slime on her...albeit without the natural mental and physical protections that a powerful servant like Nero had, making it more likely the raven haired magus would be feeling even hotter and more aroused than Nero.

['Claudius', 'Aestus']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/99172/

Demons, Rabbits, and Goddesses {darkest_Fate&Potter-Kun}

Bell wasn't dying.If he were, then Hestia could probably have justdone something. The goddess only had a few Familia members out there, so she didn't exactly have to worry about her powers being diluted among them. And since Bell was her first and favorite and the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life or more accurately his life with no matter what, then she could definitely have supplied him life energy or whatnot. That would've been painful, it could've really drained her as a goddess . But she could've just established a firmer connection between them or applied her power or done something, anything to keep Bell alive.No, this waschanging himalong with siphoning off power quicker than even Hestia could have imagined. Whatever this strange, vile infection was that he'd picked up just kept getting worse. It kept spreading across Bell's perfect white skin, dying it in reds and blacks. It kept warping his very essence. It wasn't just a matter of taking the life of a grand adventurer, oh no. Hestia already suspected, and healers were starting to agree: whatever this was literally ate at Bell's soul, was working to dispatch him from the inside out and replace her bold, brave, lovable hero with some kind of vile creature or beast.Naturally Hestia wasn't going to have any of it. The boldlittle goddesshad made up her mind about that. Not like it would be the first time she'd left the sanctuary of town and temple to venture out and help Bell and her family. Yeah, it wasn't what gods goddesses did, but Hestia was far from the usual goddess. She'd ordered the rest of her family to watch Bell closely, to help where they could. Seeing a most of them were pretty much with Hestiabecause of Bell, it didn't take much to convince them. Lily didn't exactly want to put herself in danger, and Welf had gotten wounded himself, albeit not nearly as badly as Bell.Which is why the goddess had thrown on a cloak that would disguise herself at least somewhat and hide who she was before venturing forth. Underneath, she still pretty well looked the same as ever: dark hair tied in two long side tails, dangling well past her shapely bottom. Her dress contained her softly curved body almost too well, even as it struggled to keep her impressive bust in place , not to mention fully covering her plump, softly rounded ass. Not that Hestia was even remotely aware of her status as essentially a walking jailbait wet dream. She knew full well that she didn't quite measure up to most of her fellow divinity , and most of them and most of the people she knew rated her second. Technically Bell even ranked among them, as he was much more interested in Aiz than anything else.A thought which did niggle at Hestia's brain as she approached the designated area. Yes, designated: because she'd almost felt that pull when she'd tried to impart some of her energies into Bell. Divine essence should've held it off, at least healed him. But when she'd poured herself within, she'd felt something moving against her. That something had a unique signature, and she'd followed it here, feeling like it had almost called her. The goddess felt woefully out of her depth, but it wasn't as if she had a choice, not if she was to save her beloved Bell. Yes, the signature led to a dark cave that positively radiated malevolent energy, but most of the caves around here were sadly like that now. Swallowing hard, Hestia gathered up her courage and stepped inward. She felt the energies sliding over her skin like dark oil, but she simply raised up her hand, a little light showing from a borrowed source. There had to be something here that would show the source of the energy. And from there, Hestia could figure out a way of saving her beloved... "My, my. It seems a rather useless goddess has decided to visit my domain." A booming laugh filled the cave, echoing from wall to wall as a wave of evil power washed across Hestia. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt such malicious intent and such a sense of dread throughout her body. She was overwhelmed simply by the voice and she hadn't even seen the speaker yet. Emerging from the shadows of the depths of the cave were two large and very powerful looking creatures.Her eyes focused first on the most imposing, a figure of pure red that inspired fear in all that saw him. He was well over seven feet tall, possibly nearing eight and his body appeared to be made of red tendrils that seemed to shimmer in the light that was projecting from Hestia's hand. Green beady eyes glared at her imposingly his, his expression unreadable as he stood before the goddess in all his frightening glory. This was Asmodeus a powerful demon lord that was starting to become quite well known to all the Familia. His demons and monsters struck terror throughout the dungeon and no adventurer had ever gone to face the demon lord had lived to tell the tale. There were rumors that he and his creatures feasted on the bodies of the slain and used women as sex toys for their own amusement. Now Hestia was facing eye to eye with the demon lord of that evil group.Next to him stood another giant though smaller than Asmodeus himself. It appeared to have a large bull skull for a head and its torso resembled that of a human, a massive human who stood at seven feet tall and had the physique of a life long bodybuilder with muscles that looked liked they were chiseled out of stone. It held in its right hand a meat cleaver that looked to be about the size of Hestia herself and he held it as if it weighed little more than a loaf of bread."So, I see you got my message when you tried to heal that whelp of yours. What a pitiful, frail human he is. Once my curse fully takes over him, he'll turn into a proper demon with much power...intent on slaying and raping his way to glory." Asmodeus laughed as he stroked what appeared to be his chin with the tendrils that formed his hand as he gazed at Hestia with some amusement."You don't want that to happen though, do you. That's why you are here, is it not? To save that boy?" The demon questioned as he began to walk towards her, the cave seemed to quake with each step the demon lord took as the demon that accompanied him stood back, not that Hestia would be able to take either of them on in a fight, let alone both of them."Only I can rid the boy of his curse...but tell me why I should do that for you? You can hardly force me to. You hardly have any wealth to offer me. So what can you offer me in return for me curing the boy?" He inquired, already knowing the answer. Indeed, he had lead Hestia here with one goal in mind...to make her willingly swear to be his slave and toy for the sake of saving Bell. Everything was going according to plan so far. Him?Him? Hestia couldn't help but gape slightly as she saw him filling the cave, seeming to materialize from the darkness itself. She'd of courseheard of Asmodeus, but in the hushed tones that people generally reserved for legends. Some said he was the true father of demons, or a lord who perpetrated lies among mortals, or even just the universe's way of beginning to counterbalance the gods and goddesses themselves. To be standing in his presence made the much smaller goddess tremble. Hestia didn't need the demon lord's reminder of their differences: of her tiny build compared to him, of her relative lack of power. His reputation had literally proceeded him for that matter, Hestia was fairly certain that she recognized the demon who so casually stood by his side. Hestia might,might have been able to stand up to that being. Maybe. With some slight help or faith. But against that demonand the demon lord? Hestia knew she didn't stand a chance.But thoughts of Bell ran through her, straightening her spine. She stood tall, or as tall as she could, blue eyes clear as she looked up at him. "Bell will never be like that!" she insisted, moving her hand as if tossing away his comment in sheer rejection. Hestia knewknew to her core that Bell wouldn't become that,couldn't become that, no matter what Asmodeus said or believed. There was too much good in Bell, too much hope and light and everything that was just... amazing in the world. The goddess clenched her fist, staring down the demon who seemed to treat her finest family member like he was just a toy for his utilization. Her eyes flashed as he teased about the boy.He had a point. Hestia knew it, and she felt it down into her very essence as he stomped toward her. She fought the urge to cower or whimper, though she couldn't suppress a flinch as he drew ever closer. No, she didn't have wealth or force. "You called me here," Hestia replied, her voice shaky, but steadier than even she'd expected, "so we both know that means there's something you want," though to be honest, Hestia hadn't even quite figured out what that would be. Sometimes people did want her to do things for them: she was working to pay off Bell's weapon, after all. And she owed a few people favors, though fortunately Bell's meteoric rise kept lightening that load."So what is it? What do you want from me in order to to help Bell?" she replied, keeping her tone as even as she could manage. She knew demons would twist wordings, and she already knew what she'd said would be the same: "To purge your influence from him, all demon influence," she said, raising a finger, pointing toward him. She tried to project godly authority, but she knew she could barely managed. Still, there was something there: the goddess's love for her champion showing in her stance, that defiance lighting her clear eyes as she stared up at the creature of nightmares and lies. "Oh? Do you doubt the power of my corruption? It can turn any pure and noble human into a hedonistic monster, even that whelp of yours! You've already felt it in him, haven't you? My sway leeching at his very soul. He might even be trying to rape that other girl in your familia as we speak!" Asmodeus mocked the goddess with another booming laugh that seemed to make the cave shake. "With my power, that boy might even come to rule over the humans. Wouldn't you want that for him?" He inquired, knowing how much she cared for Bell and wanted to see to his well being. It was just a taunt though, he expected her to reply in the negative as he was now within arms length of her as she questioned his motive of luring her to this cave.His tendril hand reached out and grasped Hestia's cheek, turning her head upward so they were looking eye to eye. She could feel the power and corruption rolling against her skin, the mere contact with his tendrils enough to have that influence that was creeping in Bell begin to creep into her, though her divine power mostly kept it at bay. "Bell would be my servant if I let the influence continue to spread....so it only seems fair that if I give up one servant, I should get another in return, don't you agree?" He posed the question to her with a chuckle, his tendril fingers rubbing roughly against her soft cheek as he spoke."I will free Bell of my influence and corruption if you agree to become my servant. You will be branded with my mark and you will obey whatever my commands maybe. I intend to make you into my prized whore and slave to show off to all the demons and monsters of the tower. It will be absolute obedience should you rebel or fail me, I will unleash an even more powerful curse on Bell instantly, one which will see him turned into my thrall in less than a day." His voice was domineering, commanding, powerful...and slightly alluring...Hestia was starting to feel warm just from being in such close presence to the demon lord."I am not without mercy though. You will be my slave for a year and if you no long wish to be my slave by the end of it, I will let you go and will never bother you nor familia again. However, if at any point before then you wish to swear eternal fealty to me, you may." He gave a booming laugh as the end of his final condition as he brushed one of his tendril digits up against her lips as he draw her closer to him, wrapping a powerful arm around her slim waist, her large breasts pressing against his strong and firm chest beneath her white goddess dress."Do we have a deal?" "No he won't!" Hestia insisted again, stomping her foot and glaring up at the demon lord. He didn't know Bell like she did! Bell's heart was pure, his intentions good and noble! There was no way a curse like this would win out, particularly not since Hestia wouldn't let him. And Lily would be perfectly fine, she knew better than to get too close to Bell right now .Ugh, the bit about ruling over humans had her wrinkling her nose, shaking her head, the twin tails threatening to slap against either her or him. A hand stopped her shake, turning her head up. she felt the tendrils sliding over her pale skin, making her tremble. Everything about him made her skin crawl, made her stomach churn, made her blood boil. Still, anger won out over her rising fear or any other emotion. Anger such to make her blue eyes all the clearer as they glared up at him. Ugh, she should've expected that he'd be making this deal. What was with people and wanting to have Hestia as a servant? It just came off as weird and almost creepy.The branding would suck too. Sometimes those could be quite torturous, and Hestia wasn't sure how pretty she'd look if her skin happened to be marred with something like that. She guessed it made sense, and his terms, while absolute, were hardly any less than she'd have expected from a demon like this. It did occur to Hestia that hemight have targeted Bell precisely for this reason. Her family was small he was their rising star. Target him, and he'd draw in an actual goddess to parade as his servant. While Hestia might not have been the highest rank, she still was a being of power, that would definitely raise his prestige. But even Hestia knew she couldn't just instantly agree to fully take Bell's place. For one thing, she didn't want to be turned into a demon. For another, she would outlive Bell, and she knew leverage when she heard it.Of course, before she could point that out, he zagged, offering "mercy." "You won't touch them during the year!" she insisted, pointing up at him, "particularly Bell! Just just me,' she flushed as she said that, wondering what sort of weird things the demon would have her do. He'd wrapped her close, and she could feel his strangely contoured body pressing against her. Hestia winced, squirmed slightly, unable to keep still. She finally ended up nodding. "Yes, with those terms, we have a deal," she agreed. It wasn't as if she could see a way out of it, not with how little time Bell had left... "Of course, you have my word as a demon lord. I shall not touch or harm any members of your familia for the whole year so long as you obey me." Asmodeus offered his assurances with a chuckle. What good was the promise of a demon though? She would simply have to trust him to abide by his oath as she had no other options. As she agreed to his terms he nodded his head as his tendril hand moved from her face down towards her chest, his digits resting just slightly above her cleavage."Very well then. I will brand you with my mark and once that is complete, I will remove my influence from your precious little Bell." Asmodeus stated in a mocking term, not seeming to believe that this goddess had really sold herself out for some mere human. What a complete and utter fool she was. She was his full now though. A beam of light shot out from one of the demon lord's red tendril fingers and began to sear an insignia onto Hestia's skin, just above her cleavage for all to see.There was a warm sensation but it wasn't painful, far from it. Hestia would feel an intense warmth and arousal beginning to seep into her body as the beam etched the marking of her new master into her skin. Asmodeus as a hedonistic lord at heart and his true corrupting essence was that of pleasure and arousal rather than pain or suffering like it was for many demons. His mark resembled a magatama, starting in the chest and spiraling outwards and like with his body, the brand itself was red a clear contrasts to Hestia's otherwise creamy white and smooth skin. It would be obvious to all that saw her that she belonged completely and totally to him. This process seemed to take ages, the pleasure and heat only growing in intensity in Hestia as the demon lord seemed to be taking his time with the process, chuckling to himself as he went along. That should work, right? Hestia frowned, trying to remember if Demons were bound by certain rules or not. She hadn't exactly paid that much attention to how demons operated before now, since she hadn't figured it would ever be something she needed to worry about. Something about the ease with which he just offered it, and the way he looked at her now. Then again, maybe he was just thrilled that he was getting a goddess as his plaything. It did seem like everyone who managed to get their claws either literally or figuratively into Hestia looked like that at her. For now, she just steeled herself, knowing that this was just the beginning.Branding, influence, more that had Hestia nodding, as if she didn't already know. She flinched as she saw the light, wondering for a moment where he'd be placing his mark. "There!?" she yelped, realizing where his tendril was aimed. She whimpered as the heat from it started etching into her body. The pulsing ray of energy seemed so much within her body. It almost boiled her divine blood. Each moment it lingered drew more and more heat upon the surface, made her feel the pressure just underneath. It almost felt as if he were digging into her breast itself, reworking or remodeling it. Daring to look down, Hestia saw the mark spiraling ever so slowly from her flesh.Why slow? It felt like he was just dragging it out. Hestia whimpered, fighting the urge to start squirming. More and more heat just kept pouring out, spiraling from the mark. They pumped more and more into her body. Her blue eyes flicked toward it, wondering why he'd opted for red. But she could probably hide red, right? Hide the strange mark that surely some people would notice. More and more heat kept pumping into her, and she felt it starting to settle lower and lower. First her breasts: nipples tightened. They puffed outward, stretching the fabric of her dress. Twin peaks showed all too temptingly. And each pumping moment felt like it poured more raw heat into it. More and more, mixing with a tingling sensation as well.It dripped lower. Hestia felt the heat settling in her lower abdomen. It spread throughout ever so slowly, burning blood, bubbling. She felt it stretching, working. It seemed to make her body tingle, make everything just feel more... well,more. She took shuddering breaths, impressive breasts rising and falling. She pressed her legs together, feeling that heat increasing between her legs. Why was it going there? What was he doing? "Are we almost done?" she asked, fighting the whine, but hearing bits of it sneaking into her voice all the same. "We are only about halfway there. What's wrong? Surely a goddess such as yourself wouldn't be feeling anything from a simple marking as this." Asmodeus mocked Hestia, watching as his brand continued to be etched into her skin, her body reacting in the way he was hoping it would. He could see her breath growing ragged, her skin turning red and beginning to glisten with sweat and most of all he could see her lovely nipples poking through the fabric of her dress, just begging to be teased and played with.With his free hand, he reached out and grasped her right breast, squeezing her impressively sized mound through her dress. Her breasts were the only thing not loli sized on her and it made for a rather impressive view for any passerby, the demon lord included. "My my, are you feeling aroused simply from this? However will you last if you can't even handle being branded. Once my brand is on you what you are feeling now will be your constant state of being. I wonder if you can really handle that for a year." He mocked her yet again, his claw like tendrils scraping against her perky nipples, the fabric of her dress was so thin that it was almost like he was rubbing it directly, but her sensitive bud also rubbed against the fabric of her dress, only adding to the pleasurable sensation.The marking seemed to be nearing its end, the spirals of the magatama like shape finally moving towards its tail end that pointed downward directly to her obvious cleavage almost like a sign saying to stick something between those obscene breasts of hers. As this was happening, Asmodeus leaned in towards Hestia and drew the goddess evening closer to his powerful and firm form. His face was only inches away from her and though he didn't normally have a visible mouth, one soon materialized from the mass of red tendrils that was his face. It showed a sinister and lustful grin as he spoke."I want you to guess what the first task I'm going to have you do is..." His voice rolled over her hotly and sounded so powerful, even more so than before. Perhaps that was the result of his branding? A long and fat tongue emerged from the mouth and began to lick Hestia's smooth cheek and nearing her mouth as he marked her face with his saliva in the same way he was finishing marking her body with his brand. This goddess was his to do with as he pleased now and he intended to let show her just how powerless she was. Halfway? This was onlyhalfway? Hestia whimpered again, before shooting an almost pouty glare up at the demon. He already had her in his clutches, quite literally. He didn't need to rub in his superiority. That aching heat just kept digging into her skin. It felt like it kept digging deeper and deeper, as if he were not just branding her skin, but branding into her being, her essence. The goddess realized this made at least some sense: he wanted to mark her, and this was clearly supposed to be more than just a tattoo. But the strange sensation, the burning sensation digging into her body, it was unlike anything she'd experienced. She could feel that heat shooting straight to her breasts, pumping more and more into them, as if teasing them further. It kept spiraling down, pooling near her lower abdomen.Poor goddess had she ever experienced anything sexual, had she masturbated, had she a lover in her years of life, had she even really dug into her feelings for Bell and recognized that base desire, she might have realized what the sensation was. Perhaps it would've had her pulling away or building defenses. Or maybe it would've helped her to fight against it, as it kept mounting more and more. But not only was the demon inflicting arousal and heat and want into her, but it was all sonew. And Hestia barely realized it was arousal, even as he teasingly insisted it really was. This was... was how she was going to feel? Hestia let out another whimper, her thighs crushing together, moving. At least she still had on some panties, covering her tight little sex. The little bit of white was oh so demure. But the goddess hadn't bothered with a bra. Her dress would've shown it, and, well, her breasts certainly didn't need support.Tendrils touched her nipples and Hestia let out a sharp cry. Her body trembled, almost pulling from him. The raw pleasure of it felt electric, the signals of pleasure barraging her with each pass. All the while that burning kept going, digging into her skin, dipping more and more into her. Raw heat, raw red seeped into her. She felt him pulling close, his raw heat meeting her own. The goddess's soft, almost plush body, felt like it was going to melt against him, a marshmallow upon a flame.Guess? Whimpering again, Hestia looked up. Why did his voice sound so so deep? So commanding. The lick made her tremble too. "Um I don't ' her brow furrowed as she took another trembling breath. Her nipples felt pained now, standing too stiff, as if they'd start tearing through the dress. Her sex ached, and she felt wet gathering there. It almost felt like she was about to pee herself. Already warm wet started trailing down her upper thigh. "I don't know!" she said, thrashing her head, the twin tails slapping against his thick, hard body. "I I guess you're going to maybe have me tend to the brand or something?" He did keep mentioning it. Hestia whimpered, thighs clenched so tight together. She could feel the white pantie, so delicate, so soft, digging up into her sex, rubbing with each movement. After a few more moments the beam finally dissipated and Hestia was left to admire the new mark on her body. Any thought she had of trying to conceal it later would be gone as it seemed to just pulse with corrupting and demonic energy. Not that she had time to be thinking about that at the moment though as the pleasure continued to surge through her body with every slightly movement and touch from Asmodeus.Now that his branding was done, that freed his other hand up to slither down her smooth side, wrapping around her to give her bubbly ass a nice and hard spank, groping at her nubile flesh through her white dress before slithering his red tendrils around to her front side as he let out a chuckle as he felt just how wet his fingers were getting as he graced her thighs with his powerful fingers. "You're quite wet down here, do you know what that mean?" He asked with a teasing chuckle, his claw pressing against the thickness of her thigh, rubbing up and down until it neared her soaked and quivering womanhood.His finger stroked at her labia, her folds visible even through the fabric of her dress and her panties because of her wetness. He rubbed eagerly, his motions causing her panties to digging into her womanhood even more and intensifying the sensations she was already feeling. He pushed his tendril into her, pushing the fabric of her garb into her as well as he felt just how tight she was and it became clear to him that Hestia was indeed a virgin. This caused him to laugh and Hestia could feel her body vibrating against his from the laughter as he moved his tendril fingers up to her clitoris, poking and tugging at her most sensitive of spots through her dress."I think I'll make your first task to be to give your virginity to me. What better gift to give to your master, after all." His sultry voice again filled her head as she felt her nipple pinched and squeezed through her dress by his most able fingers as his lips pressed up hungrily against her own, his long tongue lashing at her lips and seeking to force its way into her mouth as he was eager to claim every last inch of the goddess as his own.

['Hestia']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9937/

[Dante&Eris} FFVII

It was night time, and she was a bit bored and lonely. She didn't have time to go bother her brother either. The singer rolled in her bed for a few minutes before sitting up. Tifa and the children were on vacation and Cloud was busy watching the bar. Which meant she could finally seduce him. She had wanted the blond for awhile, and they had steadily grew closer to one another. She sighed, standing up. It was time to finally make him hers.She changed out of her clothes and into some skimpy lingerie that barely covered her flesh. She grabbed her long black trench coat, and slipped into some shoes before exiting her apartment. While it probably wasn't very smart to walk around half naked, being an ex mercenary made her a bit braver then most people. Or a bit more foolish. She hadn't even brought her weapons.The walk to Seventh Heaven wasn't very far. Maybe a maximum of five minutes. Once she got there, she gently knocked on the door and waved. "Cloud...it's me, Eris." Cloud looked up as he heard someone knocking at the door, "Who could it be at this hour?" he wondered as he got up and placed his sword on his back. As he got closer he heard a voice as well, "Eris? Is that you?" he asked as he opened the door and spotted the singer standing before him in a trench coat, "Come inside you look a little suspicious to be walking around outside at this hour." he said as he allowed her to enter the bar and quickly shut the door behind him. "So what do you need at this time of night?" he asked curiously as he stretched and set his blade down. Eris smiled warmly at Cloud. "Do you always answer the door with your sword?" Her head tilted curiously as she stepped inside the bar and shrugged. A hand moved through her long purple black hair. "I couldn't sleep, and I saw the light on from my apartment. I figured you'd be up, and it's been about a week." She sighed softly, moving closer to embrace him gently. "How're you?" "I'm watching over the bar and someone comes knocking at this time of night I have to be ready."" he said as he gave her a slight smile, "I'm fine I guess. What's been going on since you got back?" he asked as he returned her embrace and pulled up a chair for her to sit down in and talk with him. "I'm a little surprised to see you I thought you'd be busy with your singing career and all that why come back here?" he asked curious to see why she would seek him out now of all times. "It's not as if I'm that popular." She stated with a small smile, sitting down in the chair, since he went to the trouble of getting it for her. She smiled at him softly, before removing her coat, and looking up at him. "I..can't stop thinking about you. I don't want to be alone anymore." She looked down, a bit embarrassed at how blunt she was being. A small blush crept up on Cloud's face as Eris dropped her coat revealing her lingerie, "I understand being lonely but do you know what you're doing?" he asked slightly looking away. He was slightly aroused by her display and how her panties left nothing to the imagination, "Eris why are you doing this really? Is this some sort of joke to you?" he asked unsure if she was trying to play a cruel prank on him like Yuffie would often try and do. "Of course I know what I'm doing er, well kind of." She stated looking at him with a sheepish grin. However she frowned when he asked her if it was a joke and her face turned red in anger, "It's not a joke! I wouldn't be over here doing this if I didn't love you!" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance. Slowly she sighed, dropping her arms and standing up. She moved to gently straddle his waist, sitting on his lap. "I'd never hurt you Cloud. I just want to please you, and take care of you." She smiled, gently caressing his cheek before lowering her face to his and capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. Cloud was a little surprised by her outburst of anger but the moment she sat in his lap everything became clear, "Alright we'll see how it goes." he began talking before being suddenly silenced by her kiss. He was slightly resistant but soon enough his body began to desire her more and he passionately returned her kiss. Eris smiled very softly into the kiss, when he started returning it. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to her. Her tongue tangled sensually with his, hips beginning to gently grind against him. Cloud could begin feeling his arousal grow much larger as she began grindingnher hips into his, "You seem to wantnit pretty bad." he commented as he broke their kiss and began to suck on her neck and ran his hands over her thighs and her ample breasts as well. He felt a bit strange considering he was usually so cool and patient but with Eris both things went out the window. Eris blushed a bit at this, "Well, I've been denied it so long, fantasizing about you can only last so long." She murmured in reply. She could feel him growing between her legs and let out a soft noise of excitement. Her body shivered as his hands trailed over her thighs and large breasts. Her lips moved to bite and suck on his neck, her hands rubbing his sides. Cloud was growing more bold by the second as he captured her lips once again and ran his hand over her breast and unclipped her bra letting it fall silently to the floor, "Well what were these fantasies? Maybe I can help one or two come true." he whispered into her ear huskily as he moved his hand down to her pussy and began rubbing it through the fabric. Eris blushed as he removed her bra, allowing her large perky breasts free from their previous confines. She kissed him back slowly, and moaned softly as his hand began rubbing her. Her arousal grew as her rubbed her, gently grinding against his hand. "I have so many though...I want you to have me against the wall or bar counter. I want to blow you.." She smirked and nipped at his lower lip. "I want you to dominate me." "I bet I can get a few of those done tonight." he said as a coy smile came across his face. He gently lifted her up and placed her on her knees on the floor as he stood up, "How about you blow me first then we'll work on those other fantasies." he said smoothly as he unzipped his zipper half way waiting for her to take the rest. Eris smiled a bit, and nodded, looking up at him adoringly. She gently moved her hand to unzip him the rest of the way and tugged his pants down, her hands gently sliding over his toned legs appreciatively. She glanced up once again, mischievous pink eyes looking at him as she eased his boxers down as well. Her hand slowly wrapped around the base of his cock to hold him steady, her mouth moving closer to breath teasingly on him. Smirking wickedly, she let her tongue sneak out and draw lazy circles around the head. Her tongue lapped briefly at the slit, before taking the head in her mouth and sucking gently. She let out a soft, pleased moan at his taste, dipping her head a bit lower. Cloud let out a low moan as Eris began to pleasure and tease him, "Where did you learn to do this?" he asked as he watched her working her tongue over his erect member and seemingly enjoyed giving him that sort of attention. This was the first time he had ever gotten a blowjob although Tifa and Yuffie would constantly make innuendos about it to tease him. "You're so good at this." he complemented as a small bit of precum leaked into her mouth. Eris smiled against his erection as he moaned. She was pleasing him...which was good. However she couldn't answer his question with his cock in her mouth, so she pulled it out briefly. "Porn," She admitted with an innocent little grin. She dipped her head down to nip at his inner thighs, and lick his balls briefly before returning his member to her mouth. She moaned louder, tongue licking up the precum greedily. Slowly she maneuvered him deeper and deeper into her mouth, sucking harshly every once in awhile when her tongue wasn't caressing the underside of his cock or the sides. Cloud grinned, "Porn? I thought you told me you hated the stuff. What changed?" he asked as he let out another earthy moan as she continued working deeper, "When I cum where do you want it?" he asked as be placed his hand in the back of her neck and began massaging it as she continued going down further on his cock "I lied,"She stated, though it was really muffled since his cock was still in her mouth. She moaned softly, beginning to bob her head. She pointed lazily at her mouth, to let him know he was supposed to cum inside of her mouth. Cloud nodded as he groaned and moved his hand to the back of her head and made her speed up slightly, "Alright I'm gonna cum soon so just wait for it." he told her as more precum began pouring out of his cock and into her hot mouth. "So how often have you fantasized about doing this to me?" he asked curiously as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. Eris sped up obediently, with the help of his hand on the back of her head. She swallowed his precum, mewling happily at the taste. This was Cloud's essence and she was getting it. She squirmed a bit, her hand moving to rub her clit anxiously with soft moans. "A lot. Usually once a day, and sometimes when I see you." Cloud looked down at her with surprise, "She's so honest..." he thought as he finally hit his limit, "Okay Eris here's what you wanted!" he said loudly as he held her head still and unleashed a torrent of cum into her waiting mouth as he let out a loud groan and lost himself in the pleasure of his climax. Eris let out a happy moan when he finally came. Her mouth wrapped around the head of this cock, sucking him so she could get every drop. She swallowed his cum happily, and when he was done pulled away to kiss his thighs and stomach gently. "Did you enjoy?"She asked, looking up at him and licking her lips. Cloud finally came down from cloud nine when she began talking to him, "Yeah it was incredible." he said breathlessly as the sight of her licking her lips made him hard once again, "Alright so what's your next fantasy?" he asked with a coy smile on his face. She smiled, and stood up stretching a bit. "Well,..."She began, sliding off her panties, now fully naked in front of him. "There was the bar counter top or the wall." She smiled, arms wrapping loosely around his waist. "Or we could go upstairs to your room, and go for a few tumbles under the sheets." "Well it's your choice really but I would prefer to not have to clean up a mess so I think the bed would be best." he said as he looked around at the clean and orderly bar, "So want to head up stairs?" he asked as he gathered up his clothing choosing not to get dressed again. Eris nodded a bit, knowing where Cloud's room was. She picked up her panties and bra, before quickly moving up the stairs. She set them back down when she entered his room and slid onto his bed and under the covers. She giggled softly, waiting for him as her pink eyes peered out from under the blanket. Cloud followed Eris closely as he entered the room and spotted the large lump under his covers, "I wonder where Eris went? Too bad I can't find her I was planning on giving her the time of her life but I suppose I can't since she's not here." he said jokingly as he sat down on the bed. Eris pouted when she heard him talking and squirmed a bit with a pout. Finally she emerged, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing his neck lovingly. "Here's my Cloud. Spread those legs so I can look at that cute blond bush." She teased, since she had just blown him she knew the area well. Her hand moved to stroke his erection playfully. "Wanna give me the time of my life now?" Cloud looked back as Eris wrapped her arms around him, "Well if you want the time of your life I think the only person that will need to spread their legs will be you." he said in a mischievous tone as he turned around quickly and pinned both of her wrists to the bed as he began a trail of kisses from a stomach to her neck, "Unless you have something else in mind." he said as he finally reached her neck. Eris purred softly softly as he kissed up her stomach to her neck. "Alright alright! I was just teasing you. You're such a sexy chocobo " She purred with a lazy grin, spreading her legs comfortably so he could push into her when he wanted to. Cloud grinned as he stopped finally and lined himself up with her, "Alright only because you think I'm a sexy chocobo." he grinned as he slowly began slide into her tight pussy and let out an earthy moan, "Alright Eris you wanted it now you got it." he whispered in her ear as he began pumping in and out of her slowly. Eris smirked up at him. "You are." Of course, she didn't have any more time to argue, as he slid into her. She mewled underneath him, nails gently digging into his shoulders. She turned her head to the side, kissing him gently. "Ah so that's how to calm you down." he teased her as he returned her kiss, "All I need to do is slide a cock into you." he said as he began to move a little faster inside if her still maintaining complete control of the pace and depth he would go inside her, "If you want more you're gonna have to beg for it." he said smoothly as he began to slow deciding to show he had complete dominance over her since that was one of her desires. Shadow whined up at him as he teased her. It just wasn't fair that he was using her need and love for him against her. She whimpered as he slowed down the pace of his thrusting to almost a stop. "Cloud..please." She begged softly, moving to kiss against his jaw nibbling on it helplessly. "Please, I need you. I need you to fuck me and make me yours. I want you to own me." Cloud smirked as he leaned down and kissed her, "You want me to own you? Fine then dedicate your body to me from this day forward." he whispered huskily as he plunged as deep as he could inside of he. He started again with renewed passion pleasuring Eris trying to make her scream his name and orgasm as many times as humanly possible before the night's end. Eris kissed him back desperately, nodding to his words. She would only sleep with him. Only pleasure him. She let out a loud cry when Cloud suddenly plunged deep in her body. She was shuddering with pleasure already. Her nails dug deeper into his skin, her hips jerking up to meet his thrusts. "Cloud!" Cloud felt encouraged as she called out his name and continued pounding into her. The slight pain he felt when she scratched his back was pure pleasure at that moment as he saw her squirming in pleasure underneath him, "Are you enjoying this Eris? I can give a little more if you want." he teased as he moved his hand down to her clit and began to rub us as well. Eris gasped every time he pounded his large cock into her tight body. It felt so good! She blushed looking up at the blond, about to open her mouth to retort when his hand found her clit. She gasped and let out a loud moan of his name. With a few more thrusts and with him playing with her clit it didn't take her long to reach her orgasm. She screamed his name, nails digging into his skin enough to draw blood. Her walls clenched around his cock, pulsing harshly as she rode through her orgasm. Cloud felt her nails dig into his back and felt a certain level of satisfaction but when she clamped down on his cock it pushed him over the edge as he let out a loud grunt and began pouring an enormous torrent if cum into her sensitive pussy as he plunged a little deeper inside if her as he confined pouring a steady stream inside of her. "How's that? Can you dedicate yourself to me of this is your reward for your loyalty?" he asked as he placed his hand under her chin and had her look into his eyes. Eris mewled happily as Cloud released inside of her, and was filling her with his seed. She purred, looking up at him when he spoke to her. "Of course," She murmured, looking into his blue mako eyes. She smiled softly at him, and pulled him down into a kiss while her arms wrapped around him. "I love you." Cloud smiled as be leaned down and recieved her kiss, "I love you too." he whispered in her ear as he lay down next to her and began to slowly drift to sleep as he pulled the covers over them both. He grinned in his sleep as he dreamed of staying with Eris forever and how Tifa and Yuffie would react to the news about his new love interest as well as the drama that would ensue if either of them walked in during one of their sessions. Eris yawned a bit, drifting off shortly after Cloud. She slept peacefully for once, curled up under the blond in his arms. She woke in the morning, stretching out happily. "Mm!" She smiled and rolled on top of Cloud and grinned, nipping his neck. "Tifa's gone for another day, yeah?"She asked the blond, sucking tenderly on skin. Cloud looked up groggily as he felt something on his neck and heard Eris' voice, "Yeah she's gone for another day why?" he asked as he sat up a little bit and kissed her forehead, "Did you have something in mind?" he asked with a coy smile as the bright light of the morning sun flooded their room. "Sex..."She stated slowly, looking up at him. "Alot of sex all day." She smiled a bit and nuzzled against his chest. "Unless you have any objections of course.."She added, moving her hand down between his legs to lazily stroke his cock. Cloud grinned as he stopped her hand, "You made a promise to me last night so before you get your reward make us some breakfast." he said as he slowly got up and stretched. He looked back at her messy hair and her sexy grin, "She's a little sex goddess isn't she?" he thought as he reflected on last night's events. Eris nodded a bit, and leaned over to kiss his lips gently. "Would you prefer me to cook in the nude?" She asked slyly as she stood up. She ran her fingers briefly through her messy hair, and shot a grin at him over her shoulder and winked. "Sure how else would I want my little slave to dress for me?" he said teasingly as he got up and streched, "I think it would make the meal even more delicious to have something so lovely to look at while the food is cooking." he said as he walked over to her and slid a finger inside of her for a second before pulling out again and heading down the stairs, "If you want more I suggest you move quickly." he called out hoping she would cook so they could get back to what they were doing last night. She pouted a bit at the word slave, "I'd prefer girlfriend, or pet. Slave seems so...like I don't want to make love to you constantly and make you happy." She stated thoughtfully. She gasped, head tilting back as his finger very briefly entered her. She pouted, panting a bit she hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen to start cooking. "Alright then I'll change your title I suppose you'll be my pet." he replied as he sat back and relaxed against the counter and grinned as he saw Eris flying down the staircase to get their breakfast prepared, "Good girl... You have a great pace going right now if you keep it up you'll be recieving your reward before you know it." he said as he sat back and watched Eris hard at work. Eris pouted to herself, but kept quiet as she began cooking after retrieveing eggs and bacon from the fridge. She cooked as quickly as she could, wiggling her hips sensually in an effort to tease the blond watching her. Served him right after all...

['Eris', 'Tifa']

https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/9946/

Little red Riding Hood [Eris&Broken Knight]

It was such a hot day, she really shouldn't be made to walk all the way to her grandma's house! Pink eyes looked up at the sun through the forest tops and sighed, hands on her hips as she walked. She loved her grandma, but she got sick at the worst times. It was almost ninety out, and she was already sweating. She sighed again, taking the hair tie off her wrist to pull her long black and purple hair back and out of her face. It was a little cooler now, but not too much.She didn't like walking through the woods alone. It was just a beaten down old path that really no one but her family used. She was surprised no one had attacked her yet. The girl hummed to herself, as she continued walking. She was wearing black shirts and a black tank top that had a hard time keeping her ample breasts contained under the fabric. She was carrying a basket of medicine and food for her grandma, made by her mother.She sort of wished something exciting would happen for once. The wolf probably knew the young girl's movements through the forest better than she did. He knew that his grandmother had gotten sick, but what she didn't know, was that she was taken into town to be treated for a bad case of influenza. The wolf had been waiting for this for quite some time, but he had to stall her so that he could move ahead of the young girl to her grandmother's home so that he could set up a trap for her.Standing before her in front of a fork in the road is, what appeared to be, an old man. "Aaah..." He said, seeing her approaching, his voice masked. "You... you must be her. She told me... take the quicker route... your grandmother is very ill... and she wants to see you immediately... in case anything terrible were to befall her!" One sleeved had gestured toward a darker path. Of course, the path was quite a bit longer, but since she'd never traveled it, she had no way of knowing that. The nineteen year old tilted her head. Was that an old man on the path? That was odd...but apparently it was quicker? She nodded at the man, glancing down the darker path. She gulped, a bead of sweat ran down her forehead. "Only for grandma!" She announced, before jogging off as if she weren't afraid.But she didn't keep it up for long. Big boobs and running weren't that fun. She huffed a bit as she continued along the path, glancing every which way when she heard a noise. It took her a lot longer then planned. "Short cut my ass!" She muttered darkly as she came upon her grandma's house.She knocked for a moment, and waited for her grannie to answer. The wolf grinned, watching her off into the opposite direction. Making his way down the truer path, he slips off the cloak. His black fur around him feathering a bit as he runs through the path. Making his way to the house, he slipped through an unlocked window. Moving through the home, he knew exactly what he would do. She would be unsuspecting, he hoped. Moving to the door, he waits. Upon hearing her knock, he quickly yanks the door open and reaches forward to grab her and pull her in the home. The girl continued to knock. She was totally unsuspecting that this might have all been a setup. She might be naive, but she was only nineteen after all. When the door opened she expected of course to see her grandmother. But alas, the person who opened the door was not her grandmother. It looked like a wolf! The young woman didn't get a good look as the wolf yanked her inside. She let out a loud squeal and began flailing her arms and legs about wildly. "LEMME GO!" She shouted trembling against him in fear. The wolf drags her in through the door, shutting it and locking it behind her. She wasn't exactly strong, so it wasn't hard to tug her into the bedroom. With her shirt in paw, he presses her down onto the bed. Holding her down, he tosses the basket aside. "Won't be needing that." He says, tying her wrists to the bedposts. Eris let out a loud cry of fear, struggling under him. She took the time when he put her on the bed to examine him. He was really beautiful, with his black fur. She struggled as he tied her hands, pouting visibly.That wasn't fair!Instead she bucked her hips, trying to get him off. "Off!" The wolf looks down at her, giving a smirk as he looks down at her. His tail swaying behind him, he licks his lips. His paw gliding over her body, from her chest, to her breast, down her stomach, until he was finally between her legs, rubbing her and teasing her pussy. "Yes, your body will be perfect..." Eris watched the wolf curiously, tilting her head. She gave a frightened, yet pleasured shiver as his paw roamed down her body and began teasing her. She frowned, legs spreading. "It better be, I work out enough." She shot back glaring at the wolf, like she could scare him. He looks at her and gives a laugh. "If only you knew what I was talking about, you wouldn't be so eager to justify your body to me..." The wolf tells her, flicking his claws out. She glared at the wolf and let out an annoyed huff. "Maybe I do! It's not all that hard to figure out when you got me pinned to a bed!" She blinked noticing his claws and gulped a bit. The wolf looks down at her, those deep blue eyes belaying the lust beneath. With one swipe of his claws, her clothes were shredded and fell free of her body onto the bed. Exposing all of her skin at once, the wolf smirks, licking his claws while looking down at her. "Now that you know what I can do... what I will do to you if you resist, I suggest that you not." Pink eyes widened when he clawed her clothes off. She whined a bit, and tried to struggle briefly until he threatened her. She gulped and nodded a bit, blushing at her nakedness. The wolf licks his lips, slowly moving over her. Like this, she could see his sheath. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you? I'm going to impregnate you and force you to bear my kin." Eris looked down between the wolf's legs. Luckily, she couldn't see anything poking out of the wolf's sheath, but she was sure it was only a matter of time. She couldn't help but be slightly aroused by this, her scent filling the air. Her human nose couldn't pick it up though, so she didn't know why he might be driven crazy when she shifted to close her legs. "Do I have to?" She asked, as if he would say no. She at least had to try! He smells the air, letting out a deep, aroused moan. Looking down at her pussy, seeing it glistening with wetness, he licks his lips. "Well," Wolf says, grinning, the head of his red canine dick peeking from his sheath. "From here on out, you're my beautiful girl, here to accept my seed and become impregnated." Eris felt herself grow even more aroused when the wolf let out a moan. Her legs spread, bucking her hips towards him. "You best make it good then." She stated with a cocky little smirk. She shifted her hips up to lightly grind against his sheath with a soft moan. Leaning his hips down, he rubs his cock all over her pussy, simply to arouse the both of them. A few seconds is all it took of her gorgeous body to get his fully aroused, large, knotted canine dick fully free of its sheath. Eris moaned loudly as the wolf above her rubbed his cock against her moist folds. She looked down between them, panting at the sight of his arousal. "Fuck me." She demanded, looking up at him completely seriously. He couldn't be all wolf if he could talk. She jerked her hips up impatiently with a small feline sounding whine. The girl actually asking him to take her was a surprise, albeit a good one. Undoing the bindings on her wrists, he puts his paws onto her hips. His furry chest against hers, he starts to push himself inside of her virgin pussy. Eris was surprised he was untying her hands. None the less she grinned and wrapped her arms slowly around his much larger, furry frame. Her legs were spread, and she let out a soft cry as he began penetrating her. It felt good, despite the burning sensation as her virgin passage was being ripped and widened from his massive cock. "Ah..Mm.." The wolf leans his hips down, pushing his cock inside of her. Growling loudly from his pleasure, his shaft sinks into her pussy without problem, but the large knot throbs against the lips of her entrance. God he was big. She panted, allowing her body to take him all. It hurt like hell, but she was getting used to it really quickly. She could feel the knot, and panted a bit, biting her bottom lip. "So...how can you talk?" She asked between breaths. The wolf looks down at her, his cock throbbing deep inside of her pussy. "I could ask you the same question, since wolves were here before humans." He tells her, a bit of spite in his voice. The girl stuck out her tongue at the wolf. "Because we're more advanced? I don't know. It's not every day you meet a talking wolf. Most humans talk. Hence I find it odd that you talk." She stated, pouting a bit as he remained still inside of her. "Weren't you going too fuck me silly and impregnate me, or was that all talk?" She asked sarcastically. The wolf looks down at her and gives a growl. Pushing his hips forward, he shoves the thick knot against her pussy. "Humans are barbaric. Why else would they want to try and kill off all the wolves like me, only leaving feral?" He asks her, his knot stretching her pussy when he pushes it against her. She groaned, feeling the knot pushing against her. "Because we're...jerks?" She guessed, crying out in pleasure as the knot pushed inside of her. She panted a bit and squirmed underneath him. The wolf shivers, moaning when her pussy accepts all of his knot inside of her. "I didn't expect a human girl to be able to fit it in her..." He says, starting to move his hips. Pulling the knot free of her, he starts to thrust his shaft into her pussy, occasionally pushing the knot in as well to surprise her. "We stretch to fit even the most thick of human and man made cocks." She stated with a sly little smirk. However she was soon returned to moaning and writhing beneath him as he thrust in and out of her. Only when he pushed the knot in would she scream out in pleasure. Her hands tugged on his fur gently. The wolf grins, pushing himself into her again and again, letting his shaft sink deep inside of the young girl. Smirking down at her, he pushes the knot into her again. "For a girl who doesn't like talking wolves, you certainly are enjoying the cock inside you." The girl looked up at him as he spoke and turned red. "It's my first time! It's not my fault." She stated, pouting a bit. None the less she gave his fur a small tug, before nuzzling her head against him as she moaned gently. After a few more thrusts, she let out a loud cry as she came, body clenching harshly around his cock and beginning to milk it. She was holding onto him like a lover, clenching his fur, nuzzling into it and moaning like that. Breathing heavily, feeling her pussy squeezing down on his cock, he moans heatedly. His large knot stuck inside of her, swelling when she squeezes like that, filling her pussy so that she couldn't pull off of him. The girl hadn't even noticed the way she was holding him. Had she noticed she'd probably be incredibly embarrassed. She could feel the large swollen knot inside of her and moans, moving to kiss the wolf heatedly.

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https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/99533/

Pokemon: A Trainer's Crutch (LilGunner/BennyQ)

"lightbox close": "Close", "lightbox next": "Next", "lightbox previous": "Previous", "lightbox error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox start slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox stop slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox full screen": "Full screen", "lightbox thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox download": "Download", "lightbox share": "Share", "lightbox zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox new window": "New window", "lightbox toggle sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" Help Wanted! Pokemon Researcher seeking Help and Caretaker assistance on Mt. Silver Pokemon Ranch. Must possess at least five Gym badges and be capable of holding their own against wild Pokemon of the hills. Accepting candidates now! Please see Ranch Manager Aydin Durov. Ad posted at local Pokemon Center, Route 28. Mount Silver was a wild place. Settled between the two regions of Kanto and Johto, it was the largest mountain and landmark for miles around. And a place where the most fearsome and strongest Pokemon could be found. Few trainers entered here willingly, as the battles along the road were enough to dissuade all but the most determined. In this anvil of conflict and intensity, only the best and strongest survived among the culling. And among those who did, few could forge out their own little fiefs and territories in which to inhabit and train consistently. Trust and strong bonds of fellowship and comradery were needed between one and their Pokemon, for otherwise they would soon fall by the wayside and have to slink home with their tail between their legs.ForAydin Durov, he had been here for nearly half a decade. He had been a trainer for nearly double that length before. He had battled through the gyms of Johto and Kanto with both successes and failures. He caught many Pokemon, helped some evolve, while struggling to bond with others. He had seen rare and uncommon species in his time. But as he aged, he knew his time as an adventurer was coming to an end. He didn t have it in his bones anymore to continue on the road, to seek out new challenges, while trying to raise and maintain his steadily growing roster of Pokemon. He decided finally to settle down and raise, to learn all that he could, and more. Luckily, there were a few institutions out there that were happy to assist with would be researchers like him, especially ones who could indeed cut out their own niches in places such as Mount Silver.But it was not easy to do so. For a long time he had been unable to find a balance between his work and wanting to raise his Pokemon, his friends and companions through the many years. They were just happy for his attention, though he often struggled to dole it out fairly and to a satisfying end. That is why Aydin needed help, someone to help with the caretaking and raising, while he could finish his mandated work without interruption or further delays. His paymasters had a habit of becoming impatient.Because of thisgrant, he had been able to build himself suitable accommodations in the lowlands around Mt. Silver. The wilderness stretched for many miles all about the base of the mountain, with a single road coming in from the west via Kanto, Route 28. There was a small town there, aptly named Silvertown, with the only Pokemon Center for miles around. From there, it was a trek through the wilds to get to Mt.Silver and its surrounding regions. Around to the north, about a day s travel, was the Durov Ranch. It was a modest estate, with a two storey manor , and a fenced off land. The manor was classical in look, with arched windows, second floor balconies, and old fashioned furniture, yet it also possessed some elements of modernity, like a phone and computer, as well as a private electrical generator.Enough to power the underground lab where his secret research took place.It was wedged in a small bowl in the foothills, with rocky cliffs and slopes encompassing the estate on three sides, with a lake s edge on the fourth. Tall grass and dark trees surrounded it all, containing many species of fierce and hostile Pokemon. Boundaries had been long set and Aydin s Pokemon knew to respect them, though the wilder ones often crossed over and conflicted with his own. He had many strong specimens to beat them back, such as hisAmpharos or hisRhydon, or his lonesomeAlakazam or his most powerful, his starterTyphlosion. Aydin however was always shadowed by his trustyMagneton. Or finding hisNidorina eager for pets upon her head.There were many others. His water Pokemon were led by his rareDragonair, joined by various others such as a Starmie, Wartortle, Dewgong, Seadra, Remoraid, Cloyster, Chinchou, Poliwhirl, and the haughty Golduck who had an innate need to show off for any of the female specimens. Others included a Raticate, a Spearow, Hoothoot, an Arbok, Golbat, Gloom, Swinub, Venonat, Graveler , Sudowoodo, Sneasel, Ledyba, and Jolteon. Always perched on the tallest arch above his front door was his mother s oldXatu.And somewhere out there was someone who could help Aydin manage all these Pokemon. It wasn t hard work. Attached to his manor was a barn, which contained all their foodstuffs carefully marked and scheduled. Feeding itself took two hours, for both the late morning meal and the evening meal. Someone needed to police the boundaries, to make sure his Pokemon weren t be drawn off by the flocks of Tangelas, Gravelers, or Larvitar Pupitar who loved to contest those same boundaries. Heavens forbid a tribe ofUrsarings decided to camp out nearby. There had been no peace that autumn and winter for Aydin. There were many others too who didn t like co habitation with humans or their Pokemon companions. But Aydin persisted in his want for isolation and research. He needed help.On that very day, there was good news. A message from Nurse Joy at the Route 28 Pokemon Center informed Aydin that someone did indeed seem interested in the position. If only they could make it up there, he thought with a bitter smile. But sitting upon his porch, with his Nidorina and Magneton nearby, he awaited this individual s arrival. If they made it, that was proof enough of their trainer skill. But sometimes with such skill came arrogance that Aydin could do without. He had to somehow reconcile this need with the demands of the workplace environment he found himself in... Kaya Murasakino still hadn't decided if she wanted to head into the Johto region or not. She had spent all of her years, the last seven, strictly in Kanto. She was only missing the Earth badge to be able to make her journey up to the Indigo Plateau. Kaya wanted to face the league so badly but the leader of the Viridian City gym was never there! No one seemed to know who it was or where the hell they were constantly. It was infuriating. Kaya traveled all over Kanto, visiting several places many times but never caught the Viridian gym leader. As time passed and never getting the final badge she had started to wonder if it was even worth it. She wasn't too old but as she approached her mid twenties she needed something else. Either make her way to Johto or settle somewhere in Kanto and do...something. With no real path she finally chose to head to Johto to try her luck with that league. She had to pass through Silver City and, per habit, she stopped by the Pokemon center there.Such a small town it was quiet. Nurse joy was cheery and pleasant as usual. Kaya turned over her Pokemon, though they didn't really need treatment, and settled down in the waiting room. There a poster caught her eye. A caretaker for pokemon at a ranch...near Mt. Silver? That was odd, she didn't even know there was a ranch up there. A dangerous place for a ranch. It was wild territory with strong Pokemon roaming the wilds. This Ayden must be kind of crazy putting a ranch up there. Still it was something and it was only a half day ride to Viridian City. She could keep dogging that gym until its stupid leader, whoever the hell they were, decided to show up. Maybe this wasn't a totally crazy idea. She would much prefer to finish out league matches in Kanto before leaving for Johto anyways. Besides the fact her Pokemon might love some time to run about totally free at a ranch. She didn't have many, not even in storage, choosing to be selective and focus her attentions on a few rather than try and raise a lot of them."Hey...Nurse Joy..." she said as she turned to the counter with the pamphlet in hand. "Do you know this place...?" Her choice was made, the dice were cast."Good luck! I will call Mr. Durov to let him know to expect you!" Nurse Joy truly embodied her name. Kaya waved a farewell and thanks to the pink haired woman as she left the center. It would be a long walk and possibly a dangerous walk. Kaya lifted up her demur, sandy colored turtleneck to reveal her belt with six pokeballs. Rapidash, Fearow, Butterfree, and Pikachu were released from their balls. "Ok guys we have a bit of a hike and it's kind of dangerous. So stay alert. Fearow and Butterfree fly above up and keep an eye out for any trouble." Kaya hopped up onto Rapidash's back after a kindly pet. Ever since she evolved Kaya rarely traveled long distance on foot. Hell she preferred to keep her Pokemon out of possible. Lapras wouldn't do so well on dry land and Gloom...well Gloom had been a little odd lately. He wouldn't stop release noxious gasses. All the nurses said he wasn't ill and Kaya couldn't figure out why Gloom was behaving so badly. She could have chosen to evolve him but the last thing she needed was a much larger Vileplume being naughty.With Fearow and Butterfree circling above and Pikachu on her shoulder they were off at a stately trot down Route 28. It shouldn't be too long before they arrived. They could get there in no time if Rapidash ran at her full speed but there was no need to rush and on unfamiliar roads rushing could be dangerous. So near the mountains it was a little chill for Kaya's taste. She was more than glad to be wearing her warm turtleneck and black leggings. The heat from Rapidash, never too hot but warm as a soothing bath, was more than welcome. Everything was quiet for a long while. Kaya admired the forest around them, glad of a path though. Traipsing around in dark forests was not her favorite activity. Any where dark really. Ever since the Rock Tunnel. She shivered to remember that dark cave, wildly happen where Spearow Evolved and she could fly on his back over the tunnel rather than trying to pass through it ever again.Fearow gave a sudden, harsh cry. Rapidash slid to a halt. Pikachu's ear perked up. Rustling at the forest edge. Kaya slid off of Rapidash and moved cautiously towards the sound, Pikachu's legs locked and ready to spring. A dark shape moved around in the bushes. "Ok...come out now or go away," Kaya said. Her Pokemon were strong enough she didn't feel the need to make them fight every wild Pokemon they stumbled across. Not unless the wild Pokemon wouldn't back down and away. The shape stopped a moment then a little, brown blurr leaped from the shadows. "Oh...?" Kaya tilted her head at the tiny bear. She had hear of Teddiursas before but hadn't seen on in person. "Wow, Johto Pokemon really do blend with Kanto here huh? Hey little one," she said as she crouched down. The Teddiursa turned it's big, shiny eyes on her in wonder and just a little fear. "It's ok...we're not going to hurt you. Are you out here alone?"Another harsh cry from Fearow. More rustling but this time it was trees. Out of the shadows loomed three Ursarings. "Oh...crap..." Kaya mumbled to herself as the Teddiursa went currying to the group of Ursarings. Furious roars echoed through the trees as the three Ursarings charged in unison. Her pokemon were well trained. No need for regular rules in the wilds. "Go!" Kaya shouted as she stumbled back. Pikachu leaped to action first with a thundershock. Fearow dove at the Ursaring while Butterfree flew overhead releasing sleep powder. Slowly the Ursaring succumbed to the innoculating effects of the powder and laid down to sleep. Kaya released a slow breath. No one was injured, even the Ursaring were barely affected. "Good job everyone," she said with a proud grin, lavishing pets and affection on her Pokemon. "Ok...let's finish this trip."There were only a handful more incidents but the group came out only a little tired from exertion. Some food and water would set them to rights. Finally past the trees they came upon a tall manse and sweet pastures for Pokemon. "Ohhh...wow..." Kaya breathed as she looked around. "This place is beautiful!" Rapidash whickered in agreement. Butterfree and Fearow flew closer as she approached the two story home. Kaya blinked at the man seated outfront. Somehow she expected some wizened old geezer. This was a very pleasant surprise. Kaya slipped down from Rapidash's back, Butterfree and Fearow landing on the horse's back, and walked up the porch towards who she assumed was Ayden."Hi. You must be Ayden Durov? I'm Kaya Murasakino, Nurse Joy called about me, about the caretaker job," she extended her hand with a bright grin. "If it's still available I'd love the opportunity for the position." It was late in the day when Aydin first saw the visitor. He was well alerted to their approach not because of the noise but by theabsenceof it. The wilderness here was always watchful, always vigilant, curious and ready to spring when something or someone unknown approached.Threat or prey?His own Pokemon had started to become the same way, their usual noises and interactions falling to a cessation when an unfamiliar figure approached. Surely it was who Nurse Joy had informed him about, a potential candidate for his job offer. Needless to say Aydin was quite surprised when he sawher.He hadn t expected someone so young to be out here, to have made the journey. Neither did he expect it to even be aher. Or someone so pretty and attractive.She came riding in on her Rapidash, the strong bond evident by the fact that the horse creature s flames was not burning the rider. He was even more impressed by her talents of scouting and awareness by having her Fearow out and about ahead of her. Whatever her age may be, or her looks, she was certainly no push over and knew something about the wilds. As she came nearer and dismounted, Aydin rose from the steps of the porch, flanked by his Magneton which floated just behind his shoulder. A few of his other companions watched from a distance.Who was this newcomer?they chatted to one another. A few only looked the powerful Rapidash up and down and saw a challenge.But to the girl, Aydin s smile was warm and welcoming. He had become a master of charisma despite being so sundered here in the wilderness of Mt. Silver.But charisma was apart of the core tenants of his dedicated organization and employer.One hand shoved in his pocket, his other hung by his side as he crossed towards the girl and took her hand in greeting. His blue eyes sparkled like sunlight off a lake. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Murasakino. Aydin answered with a charming smile and a slow, deep voice. He gave her a firm shake before releasing her hand, though he felt a desire to want to hold on longer. And the job is most certainly available, if you think you re up for it. Please, come on inside and we can talk further. I m sure your travel here has made you hungry. You may leave your Pokemon out here if you wish. There s plenty of water and fodder for them as well. With a wave of his hand, he led Kaya into the modest house. Whatever its exterior showed, the interior was very modern and comfortable. The front door opened into a foyer and lobby, with the television on but on mute. It was an open concept ground floor, which meant the living room was shared with the kitchen and dining area. A staircase separated the main floor, with rooms on the other side and a corridor leading to the barn, where all the supplies and maintenance for his Pokemon were stored and kept. Upstairs was several more bedrooms and a study. The hatch leading to the secret basement was carefully concealed away. A fragrant aroma wafted about the room. His adoring Nidorina leapt onto a couch and curled up there. Coffee or tea? He asked, getting a kettle ready. I hope your trip here was not very eventful. I have no doubt it certainly had its fair share of obstacles but you seem a competent trainer. The job I have, Ms. Murasakino, is no easy task however. I have thirty odd Pokemon from my travels and my work load has increased to the point where I can no longer give them the care and attention they all need. What I m looking for, he said with a soft chuckle, is someone to help with the mummying side of Pokemon raising and care. Maintaining meal schedules, training, exercise, and oversight. You ll have to play warden to keep wild Pokemon off the grounds while at the same time keeping mine from wandering off, as they have a habit to do. He said with a bit of tired dismay but kept his smile fixated all the same.Whatever her preferred drink was, he brought it over, along with a bowl of diced fruits and even some candy.On the bottom of the mugs were engraved T.R but that could stand for anything. And who even looked at the bottom of a mug? You ll have lodgings here as well, just in a bedroom down the hall on the main floor. He himself had a grand ole suite upstairs all to himself. And the pay I m sure is quite adequate, not to mention the experience to train and interact with various types of Pokemon, to prepare yourself for others you might catch here, which I fully endorse you doing if you have the opportunity. Aydin smiled, sipping his drink and watching her carefully. Now, I hope I haven t frightened you off with that speech on your expected duties and responsibilities. If it s not your cup of tea, no hard feelings. Take a hearty meal here, rest up for the night, and you can return on home. But if you are interested why don t you tell me a bit about yourself? What badges have you and what Pokemon do you consider your favorite and most loved? Aydin asked in return, wanting to know more about this indigo haired woman. His smile was disarming and his polite greeting was charming. Not to mention the pleasant rumble of his voice, something Kaya didn't entirely expect. With his cool, bookish looks she expected more of a tenor. Never judge a Pokemon by its Pokeball. His grip was warm and firm. Kaya grinned brightly as he told her the position was still available. So she had made it in time! Then again, as far as she knew, few had even passed by that Pokemon center. Perhaps few had seen the ad. He was quick to offer for her to go inside and she stepped to follow but stopped and turned back to her pokemon. "Ok, you guys behave and make some new friends ok?" Butterfree chittered his odd little high sounds, Fearow gave an approving squawk, and Rapidash whickered with a little toss of her head. Kaya laughed quietly and stroked Rapidash's muzzle. "I mean it young lady." With some pets for Butterfree and Fearow she headed inside, Pikachu still on her shoulder.Inside was somehow both resplendent, cozy, and modern all at once. Kaya turned a slow circle, trying to absorb the entire space. "Huh?" She was startled out of her light reverie of the lovely home and turned around back to Ayden. "Oh! Tea, please," she answered with her hands clasped at the small of her back. She listened as he spoke, smiling over at the Nidorina who hopped up onto the couch just to curl up. Reaching up she lightly scratched Pikachu's red cheeks, feeling the tiniest thrum of electricity from the conductive patches. "Chaaaa," Pikachu happily groaned. The job didn't sounds far too difficult, a lot of work of course but manageable. Meals and a room, especially a guaranteed shower, she was certainly all in for the job. "I imagine it's hard to do all by yourself up here and with so many to watch over." She said with a returned smile to his tired smile."Thank you," she said as she gratefully too the hot cup of tea. It had been ages since she'd had a good cup of tea. The perfect thing to warm up after a slightly chilly ride. Her eyebrows raised in mild surprise at the mention of pay. Of room and board was included she wasn't entirely expecting pay as well. Whoever this Ayden was he must come from a wealthy family or something. Maybe even a wealthy benefactor? She couldn't help an amused grin as he quickly offered for her to back out of the job already. Hard work didn't frighten her off. His questions came as a mild surprise, more so about her 'most beloved' Pokemon. "Well uh...here..." she said as she reached into her belt. Just a tiny, thin case holding seven badges. Mild annoyance and embarrassment flitted across her face. "I haven't been able to track down Viridian's Gym leader, that's why I haven't even left Kanto yet. He's just...never there! The jerk." Kaya heaved a small sigh as she tucked away the small badge case."Though I...don't think I have a favorite or most loved," she said with a softer smile as she stroked Pikachu's ears. "I guess...well I haven't 'collected' many Pokemon over the years. Everyone I have I just sort of...clicked with, I guess." She hesitated and stopped petting Pikachu, her hand drifting to her belt. Lapras and Gloom still rested in their balls. Lapras just needed to be released in the water but Gloom...But she couldn't bring up her one bad habit Pokemon just after getting offered the job. She only had six Pokemon and one of them was quite troublesome. Quickly she wiped the saddened, worried look off her face with a smile. "They trust me and I trust them, so I guess that's what is important right?" Despite the hesitation she seemed quite assure of that."Honestly, even if I went to Johto I'm not even sure I'd catch any more. I have the perfect team after all," she said with a small laugh. All the while, once the pets had stopped, Pikachu was eyeing the candy bowl. He was a glutton for sweets. Slowly he inched to Kaya's other shoulder, ready to leap for the candy and scurry off with a piece. Taking his chance he used Kaya's arm as a springboard and dove at the dish of candy. "Pikachu!" She shouted in her surprise, tea splashing down her front. "Ah...shit...damn it," she pulled her sweater forward, the tea hot against her skin. Pikachu landed right on the dish, flipping it and sending candy everywhere. "Ah! I'm so sorry!" She shouted as she snatched up Pikachu by his scruff, he managed to get four candies in his mouth before she caught him."See now I was just giving you praise...glutton. Spit them out," she demanded, her hand infront of his face. Pikachu gave a high whine but opened his mouth, fourth wet and sticky candies tumbling into her hand. With a low sigh she set him down. "Now I think you owe Mr. Durov an apology and should clean up you mess." The sweeter smile utterly gone she was suddenly more like a scolding mother. Pikachu's eyes glistened some and he gave a low "chuuuuuuuu" before turning to Ayden. "Pikachu," he simply said with a little bow before starting to pick up the candies. "I'm sorry Mr. Durov...he's always had a weakness for sweets." Finding the trash she tossed the candies out and sighed, looking down at her sweater. Hopefully laundry was included in the board. Grabbing the hem she pulled the turtleneck off. Beneath she wore a simple, thin, white camisole. Her Pokeball belt easily visible on her hips were the camisole and black legging just barely met Any flow of electricity was immediately appreciated by Magneton, who silently began to hover closer and closer to the static Pikachu. The magnets around it s body began to even crackle lightly, as if the magnet Pokemon was in some state of euphoria from the strong currents.Aydin nodded to Kaya s overview of the fact. He was simply too busy and there was simply too much Pokemon that he caught. He couldn t release any, as he loved and appreciated all of them too much. They were his family. However, he was stuck between responsibilities and could use a helping hand in taking care of each. He knew the Pokemon would always stick by them but they deserved the royal treatment they each merited. And so far Kaya seemed like a loving and caring young woman, as evident by her own relations with her Pokemon. They seemed to love her and were strong and healthy. She had the right inherent abilities for the job. It just remained to be seen if she could handle the shock sensation of essentially being in a Pokemon warzone out here in the wilds of Mt. Silver.Maybe it would ruin her.But the sun was still bright and shining outside to think such thoughts of despair. She was willing to take the job and that was more than Aydin could hope for. There would no doubt be a short transitional period as he guided her through the major guidelines of overseeing all his Pokemon but soon enough he d be right back fully immersed in his research. No more distractions. No more having to investigate sounds of fighting and even explosions on the periphery of his little estate. Heck, he might even get a hour or two to relax all to himself, in a hot bath or with a good book or television show. He had to put some faith in Kaya.As long as she didn t ask any questions or start her own investigations as to why he was out here doing what he did.By all means he needed to come off as a retired, successful Pokemon trainer who wished to raise and breed rather than fight and battle anymore.He smiled when she showed him her badges. Seven, all from Kanto, almost equal in number to his thirteen, eight from Johto and five from Kanto. He sipped his tea as he thought of his own brief adventures in Kanto, where he spent two years trudging through the wilds there or visiting its great cities. He hadn t battled the Viridian Gym Leader either. It always seemed to be under new management. The current Gym Leader when he had been about that area had been someone known enigmatically only as Blue. Though his expression was concealed by his raised glass, he did have a curious look when Kaya flashed a momentary look of sadness before continuing her tale. She had lots to speak of certainly, giving Aydin quite a picture of who she was.If Pikachu eating out of his candy bowl had been a problem, he would have stopped it. Instead he said nothing, watching with bemused eyes as she struggled and lectured her electric Pokemon back into line. It s no problem at all! They are for communal use. He simply laughed it off, while she forced the candy out of Pikachu s mouth. It obeyed, after a short protest. So she wasn t afraid to have some backbone! That was good. I accept. He said to Pikachu during his apology and chuckled when Kaya apologized again. I too have a weakness for sweet things. He said with a look over her, especially when she removed her sweater. Was she basically declaring this her new home even before he offered her the job? It was only a formality though at this moment. She was definitely getting it. You can wash that tonight as you get settled in. He explained, which all but confirmed her hiring to the position. It was hard not to look at the little space between her leggings and her undershirt. There is a washer, dryer on the main floor, just over there. You ll pass it on the way to your room, last on the left. He pointed, taking her empty cup of tea to wash, rinsing them out. There s a bed, closet, and an older computer phone you can use, in case you want to contact your folks. We ll unfortunately have to share the only bathroom in the building, which on the second floor. First door though as you go up though, so you can t get lost. Where are you from by the way? Myself, am a Goldenrod City boy. He said with a smile.And a city that once suffered a hostile takeover of its Radio Tower by Team Rocket.So daring and rash. Shall I give you a tour of the premises? We ll begin you tomorrow, bright and early, at 7:30am. Today we ll just have a meander about. I ll show you the grounds and give you some idea what you ll have to do and where you ll be working mostly. Aydin offered, gesturing down the main floor hallway to the door at the end, nearest to the bedroom he had assigned her. Leading her down, he showed her the barn first. It was the size of a two vehicle garage, with two great tables in the midst and surrounded by many shelves stocked with crates and jars. All full of Pokemon food. Some were labeled with the faces of Pokemon, whereas others wereAll Sorts, to be given as snacks or lesser meals to any of them. Some of my friends have diets specific to their types, whereas others can eat generally anything. Only nine require personal feeding, the others can be fed in groups. Their schedule is a light snack at daybreak, followed by lunch, then dinner at sunset. My Alakazam for instance only eats pudding. And you need not bring him any spoons. Well, if you can even find him during his mediations. Not all eat three times a day however. This should take up most of your time, as you ll have to bring them in singles, or twos and threes, to eat here. Outside, it ll just attract the wild Pokemon. He said, flicking a button which opened a large door to the grounds outside, with the forest line not far off. Which brings us to another point. You ll spend the other half of your time policing. He walked outside, hands in his pockets, looking at the grounds. From the front of the house, they looked to the low foothills, all covered with dark pines. There seemed to be some light rumbling and dust clouds. His Rhydon was moving boulders, digging tunnels, doing his own thing. He often conflicted with Gravelers and Onyx s though in his holes. To the northeast however was a blackened pit that just screamedkeep away. Most of the time, the wild Pokemon will wander onto the grounds. It s not their fault really but they just can t help but battle sometimes with mine. And not all of mine are strong enough to repel them on their own. But the ones who are strong enough well, there ll be your main problem. Theyliketo battle. Aydin said with a small smirk. Well, that sort of came from him and his early days. Did you encounter any of the local inhabitants on your way up here? Not only was she glad to hear there was laundry but the way he spoke gave her strong hope and assumption the position was still her. Kaya grinned, draping the tea stained turtleneck over her arm hopefully she would be able to get the stain out. The bathroom situation seemed odd. She would have to consider getting a long robe or something, especially if she had to transit the house to bathe. All the while Pikachu was cleaning up the candies he had toppled all over the place, righting the bowl and putting them all back. While clearly pouting he was diligent in his cleaning efforts."Oh, I'm from Cinnabar Island," she said after a moment, looking up at where the bathroom was. Kaya nodded at his offer of a tour, utterly undaunted by the 7:30 start time for feeding. Before following she paused and looked at Pikachu who was just finishing up cleaning. "Good job, thank you," she said gently to the little electric mouse. Bending over she scooped him up and grabbed a piece of candy from the bowl. "No more shenanigans, ok?" She said as she offered him the piece of candy. "Chhaaaaa!" Pikachu shouted in delight with a nod and took the candy, happily stuffing it in his mouth. "Pi pi pi pi," he mouthed through the candy as Kaya turned to catch up with Aydin.The large barn was impressive, neatly lined with food for all of his Pokemon. She noted they were well labeled so at least there wouldn't be any confusion. Purple eyebrows rose in surprise at the volume of different diets. He really took their feeding seriously. Suddenly she understood why he needed help. Feeding them would have to take at least two or three hours. "Pudding?" She asked with am amused laugh. That didn't sound like a very healthy diet. Maybe it was special in a way. With nutrients or something. Her head tilted when he mentioned policing. Patrolling the grounds she assumed. There didn't seem to be much of a barrier between his land and the forest where strong, wild Pokemon lived. Kaya continued to follow beside Aiden, the stop of her head right at his shoulder level. She shivered a little and rubbed her bare arms when the wide door was opened and the chilled mountain air blew in."Oh I see, alright," she said with a slow nod as he explained. So no barriers at all. She was amazed that he lived up there all by himself. It really sounded like her days would be full, keeping watch and feeding all of the Pokemon. "We ran into some Ursarings, three of them. If I can help it I try not to fight too many wild Pokemon any more," she said as she gave Pikachu's chin a scratch. "Butterfree just put them to sleep. They should be awake by now," she said with a small tilt of her head. With the small tilt her eyes landed on the blackened pit. "What is that over there?" She asked, gesturing toward the pit. "Kind of looks like a fire type got a little crazy," she said with a small laugh. "Growing up on Cinnabar I've seen a lot of that." With another chilly gust of wind she shivered and rubbed her arm. "Also not used to this mountain air," she added with another laugh.Though she was quickly distracted by a distant glimmer, one she recognized well. "Oh! Is that a lake?" She asked stepping forward with a broad grin, pointing to the faint shimmering. "Oh Lapras would love that," she said with an affectionate touch of one of the pokeballs on her belt. "He doesn't get to spend a lot of time out of his ball." Neither did Gloom but not for a lack of mobility on land. Yogurt would be a more suitable term but my Alakazam is spoiled rotten for it, ever since he was a little Abra. But try telling a top tier Psychic pokemon that pudding is bad for them. And they ll sense it in your mind too. So you got to lie, lie to yourself too even. Aydin explained, giving a shrug. He probably shouldn t have told Kaya that either. One can control what slips out of their mouths a lot easier than what ran through their minds.He listened to her tale about the mob of Ursarings and nodded to her. He knew how dangerous they could be. Adorable, yet far from harmless. But they were the least of Aydin s worries. Her tactic of putting them into an induced sleep and simply avoiding the combat was a smart one. He followed her finger and gaze towards the blackened barrow at the base of the ridge, all lined with barren trees in a modest circle before the thick greenery sprang up again. It was like a blot on the land and it wasn t caused by no wild Pokemon, but his own. Her attentions though were quickly diverted to the nearby lake, one of many unnamed bodies of water located around the mountain.Would it be too familiar if he put his arm around her, to help shield her from the mountain chill? He stuck his hands into his pockets just to be safe.She was gorgeous. Well be sure to let your Lapras out then when you get the chance. You ll have the chance to introduce them to my own water types. They are generally friendly and will band together if there s any water borne threats. Aydin explained, before turning towards Kaya as if to share a very great conspiracy with her. There is a powerful Pokemon about. A Poliwrath. King Poliwrath, I call him. He leads an army of Poliwhirls and Poliwags. Extremely dangerous. He informed her with a smile. So many dangers. Wild packs of Tangelas and Ursarings. Onyxs in the ground. Gravelers and Geodudes all about the mountain side, disguised as boulders. The constant fighting between them and any trainer kept them strong and wild. And you re right, that is my fire type back there. The grumpiest of them all. My Typhlosion. Aydin explained to her. You don t have to feed him. He ll make it known when he s hungry. He sleeps most of the time though, unless there s a real fight to be had. And nothing we ve discussed so far would be considered a real fight to him. He remarked with a shake of his head and pursued lips. Typhlosion was his starter, ever since he was a small lad. Just him and his Cyndaquil through many and long journeys. Forget him though. Come. I ll introduce you. Aydin then said, gesturing for her to follow towards the lakeside. A few Pokemon saw his coming and excitedly began to meander over to him. More than two dozen emerged when Aydin clapped his hands loudly and beckoned them. Soon a small circle formed. From the water, a Dragonair popped her head out, followed by the top half of a Starmie and Seadra. Remoriad, Closyter, Chinchou, and a Poliwhirl that Aydin had caught here also emerged. Dewgong slipped out onto a rock, followed by Wartortle. From the ground and the tall grass came a Raticate and a Venonat popped out with wide eyes and a Graveler and Sudowoodo followed after. He had his own Gloom too. A Sneasel, Ledyba and Jolteon came from around the house. A Hoothoot, Spearow, and a Golbat watched from a tree. An Arbok emerged from the grass, large and enigmatic.The ground shook. Rhydon came stomping over. Ampharos followed, eyes shut as she waved her stubby arms in greeting. Magneton and Nidorina she knew, with Nidorina hiding between Aydin s feet. Alakazam hovered in the shade of nearby trees, bored but answering the call of its master. But Typhlosion did not come. His mother s Xatu remained where it had always been, perched atop the house, watchful.In front her slid a Golduck, arrogant and prideful. Standing in front of Kaya, he snapped up his arm and showed off a bulging bicep with a great exclamation. Golduck! He cried, offering Kaya to touch it. Get out of here. Aydin said to the water duck type with a laugh. Guys, girls, this is Kaya Murasakino. And she ll be taking care of you. So show her the respect you would show me, or I ll know the reason why. Got it? They answered him with a chorus of their names and grunts. Some, like Rhydon and Alakazam, looked unimpressed. Wartortle thought he was too cool to even grace Kaya with a look. Anything you want to say to them? He offered Kaya. Behind him, his slow ice type Swinub was still trying to crawl his way over. Kaya logged that bit of information. Yogurt, but call it pudding. Just assume it is pudding. Strange but if that was the way things were then she would have to just go with it. If she were honest she would feed him what he needed, not what he wanted. Pikachu would eat nothing but candy if he could but that wasn t nutritious enough. Still they weren t her Pok mon and she would have to respect Aydin s wishes. His confirmation that it was, indeed, a mountain lake made her deep purple eyes sparkle in delight. Lapras would be so happy to spend more than a couple of hours outside of his ball. She looked up at he turned to share an apparent secret. Her eyes widened a little at the not so secret secret. An army of Poliwhirls and Poliwags? Led by this King Poliwrath. It was surprising to be certain. The area certainly did seem to be fully of dangers from wild Pokemon. At least it was far enough out of the way that he likely didn t have problems with trainers wandering by. Most of all those dirty bastards: Team Rocket.She turned and looked back to the dark patch she had asked about, before getting utterly distracted by the shimmering lake. A Typhlosion did all of that? A big, grumpy Typhlosion. Being from Cinnabar Kaya did like fire types, despite only having one herself, but a massive and cranky one sounded like a terror. She noted Aydin s pursed lips with the explanation. Had something happened between him and his Pokemon? If she remembered right Typhlosion was the final form of the tiny, cute Cyndaquil, a typical starter from Johto. Kaya couldn t help a small, sad smile. He had a fire type starter too and there were troubles with it. Funny how life was. Alright, she responded with a bright grin, following Aydin in his wake down to the lake shore. Kaya couldn t help but look around in delight. The scenery was beautiful even if it was a little too chilly for her tastes. Already Pokemon began emerging with their approach. The excited chirps and squawks, growls and odd utterances of names surrounded them as his Pokemon began appearing from everywhere. So many! She had never seen so many different Pokemon in one spot before! Even in the Safari Zone Pokemon tended to travels in packs and herds. Oh wow this is amazing, she whispered quietly as they all emerged. Kaya was glad to see a couple of water dwellers, Lapras would have some friends! What is that ? She looked around as the ground beneath them rumbled. Not hard to miss as the massive, and very heavy, Rhydon tromped over with an Ampharos right behind, adorably waving its arms in delight. Kaya noted the enigmatic Alakazam at the tree line. Had to remember: pudding. A sudden blur of blue caught her eye and she looked over to see a tall Golduck right in front of her, snapping into a pose more suited for a Machop of Machoke. Kaya laughed along with Aydin and leaned over at the hips. She reached out, obliging the silly Golduck, with a light squeeze to his less than impressive flex. So strong, she said with an affectionate pat to his head.With Aydin s introduction Kaya bowed, Pokemon deserved as much respect as humans did after all. This commanded seemed to be greeted well enough. Though she noted a few that hardly seemed to care. Wartortle and Rhydon for certain might end up being trouble. The others seemed happy enough to have someone else to help take care of them. Uhm I am very pleased to meet all of you, she said with another polite bow. I hope we can all be good friends. I have some of my own Pokemon here too. Kaya turned and stuck her fingers in her mouth. A sharp, shrill whistle echoed through the grounds. A flashing spark ignited by the house as Rapidash galloped over with Butterfree and Fearow flying above. Pikachu still sat on her shoulder, looking at all of the other Pokemon with a healthy dose of apprehension.Kaya patted Rapidash on the muzzle as Fearow and Butterfree landed on her back. Clearly Rapidash was fine with Fearow and Butterfree being on her. Hopefully all of you will become friends too, she said with a small laugh. Oh, Lapras! Kaya reached to her belt and grabbed a ball. With a decently far toss the ball hit the water with a splashing plunk. In a red flash Lapras appeared. Normally Lapras were decently large Pokemon, this one was particularly massive. Not only being male but he was just much larger than most of his specie. He gave a delighted, high pitched sort of cry before leaning his massive head down to greet all of the new Pokemon.Standing back with Aydin Kaya was happy to watch his Pokemon and hers greet each other. Even Pikachu, eventually, crawled down to say hello to the others. Of all her Pokemon Rapidash was the most standoffish, shaking her fiery mane and moving away from others who were too interested in saying hello. With no intended puns Butterfree was the most social of all, even trying to immediately be friends with the like of Rhydon and Wartortle. Pikachu was delighted to meet his fellow electric types. The sun was setting and it was getting colder and colder. Eventually Kaya had to admit defeat and get out of the evening chill. The meeting had gone well enough she felt comfortable letting her Pokemon stay out of their balls. With some affectionate pets it was time to head in.Kaya was more than ready to settle in for some sleep. Before that she had to clean up her sweater and pray it would dry overnight. Sleep in a comfy bed with a roof and everything! Goodnight Mr. Durov and thank you again. At some point she needed to consider going to town for some better pajamas than just her underwear. After a very quick shower, no bath for the time being, she headed back downstairs and off to bed. Ever at her side Pikachu curled up in the crook of her arm to sleep while the others remained placidly outside. All but poor Gloom.So often sleeping outdoors Kaya was more than used to waking with the sun. She yawned widely and stretched. Pikachu grumbled sleepily, nestling back into the covers as Kaya dressed. The selfsame leggings but a different camisole. Her turtleneck was just slightly damp but it would provide a bit more protection against the chilly mountain air. Still yawning Kaya walked out to the living space. Normally, on the road, coffee was a treat. Aydin wouldn t mind if she made some right? Better to beg forgiveness and all that, so Kaya went ahead and began brewing some coffee for the morning. It was very refreshing. The clean air with a good night s sleep. Kaya leaned against the window and watched as the sun turned the sky from golden pinks to rich oranges and blue. Beautiful. Everyone seemed to be getting along and everything was starting out without complication or snag. His Pokemon liked Kaya and Kaya in turn seemed to like them. She brought her own Pokemon out, who were received and greeted by the majority of his, except for a few of the grumpier ones.Tough guy acts, very permeable. Her own Pokemon were beautiful though. Her Rapidash thundered over, faster than anything he had seen, albiet aloof as well. Another toughie, Aydin figured. Her Lapras let out a squealing cry of greetings to his fellow water types. He had to push his glasses up to his eyes to make sure he was seeing it right too. The specimen of Lapras she had was huge! Very impressive indeed.It was a tranquil scene. The sun was setting and in this mountainous, pseudo warzone, it was nice to see Pokemon getting along and being affectionate. The thunder types, Magneton, Ampharos, Jolteon, and her Pikachu all got along. The water types were swimming circles around Lapras in some strange dance. Their Glooms were spreading some kind of powder all around them, creating this pollen filled dead zone that was probably paralyzing, sleep inducing, or poisonous, or all three. His Gloom however seemed rather disappointed by hers and they separated soon after. Her Butterfree was gregarious with all and was met with equal delight by others.Night was fast coming. For some, like Sneasel, Hoothoot, and Golbat, nighttime was their element. The others moved to their bushes, trees, or light barrows to rest. A few were permitted into the house. And you, Ms. Murasakino. I know you had a long journey so I can cover this night, if there should be any alarm. I have sensors around so if any Pokemon wanders on or wanders off, we know about it. He told her. Have yourself a good night. Leaving Nidorina to sleep on the couch, he went upstairs with his Magneton behind him and into his bedroom. Quietly, he locked the door and then sighed.Finally, some peace and quiet. He really hoped Kaya would work out, for he was far behind schedule and needed a good week without interruption to catch up. Mr. G would be expecting a progress report very soon. For him, the night was still young. He went to his desk, opened up his specialty laptop, and began to formulate the beginnings of a report. It would be some time before he slept. Fortunately, there was no incident that night.But tomorrow morning, he intended to help transition Kaya and his Pokemon into the new state of things. He wasn t going to hold her hand. He would watch and render assistance if she asked or seemed hopeless in what she was doing, but other than that he would let her find her way. So far it was off to a good start as he came downstairs, showered and freshly dressed, glasses in hand as he closed his eyes and took several deep inhales of the strong scent of coffee. Now that was a plus to having a helper on hand. Good morning. He beckoned sleepily. You re ready for the breakfast hour? He took care of their breakfast first, a simple mix of bacon, scrambled eggs and toast with jam.He was just about to wash the dishes when there came a flurry of Pokemon cries and shrieks from the lakeside. From one frying pan and into another. He said as he ceased soaping up the pan. He could only hope it wasn t King Poliwrath and his crew, deciding to repay Aydin s rumor mongering. He rushed outside and to the lake, where he found several of his water types up against the shore line. Seadra, Remoraid, Chinchou, and Cloyster were in a semi circle, their backs to the shore, while Starmie, Golduck, Wartortle, and Dewgong stood slightly above on ground. They looked uneasy, but clung in a pack out of solidarity. His Poliwhirl, a new addition, wasn t quite sure and was further inland. Dragonair was out by herself a little ways ahead, facing the water and whatever danger lurked underneath. Kaya s Lapras was there too.The surface of the lake bubbled and with a mighty roar, a monstrous Gyrados burst forth. Several Pokemon cringed, though Golduck flexed a pose. Dragonair gave her own shrill cry in challenge but she was many times outsized. None of his Pokemon seemed to have a mass capable of confronting the Gyrasdos.Well Lapras did.Magneton bristled with electricity but Aydin shot up his hand in refusal. No! You ll shock the waters and hurt more than the Gyrados. He instructed Magneton with a frown. Rhydon was at a disadvantage. Ampharos was limited too. Typhlosion would not come forth. Alakazam maybe.There was no time to arrange it. Gyrados let loose a mighty roar and energy gathered before its mouth, before unleashing a mighty Hyperbeam. Dragonair matched it with her own beam, Dragon Rage. The two blasts connected and an explosion rocked the water, causing waves to crash along the shore. Smoke covered the battlefield for a moment and all Aydin could see was his Dragonair, panting a little hard. She had no time to react when Gyrados burst forth out of the water again, much closer, and delivered a smacking tail whip that knocked Dragonair clean out of the water. Aydin ran to her side, his hands on her. She was hurt and needed a moment to recover. But the Pokemon had been his best water type. The others had no chance. He needed his Alakazam, but looking over his shoulder the Psychic type was not even around Kaya looked over her shoulder as Aydin came down, appreciatively inhaling the smell of coffee in the air. "Good morning," she replied having already started on her coffee her response a tad more chipper. "Breakfast sounds fantastic." Boy did she know she made a wise choice to work for Aydin. A bed and roof, coffee in the morning and a guaranteed breakfast? Absolutely nothing like sleeping out in the wilds with no guarantee of safety, both from Pokemon and the weather, or of a morning meal. The sizzling scent of bacon and eggs filled the air, enough to make her mouth water and nearly drool like Gloom. It was a pleasant and quiet morning as they ate their breakfast. "This is delicious!" Kaya said in earnest between bites. Certainly five star gourmet compared to foraging for berries. Regardless, it was a fantastic meal. She shared a little of her portion with her spoiled Pikachu. Aydin had asked who her favorite was, maybe unknowingly it was Pikachu. Kaya got up to help with the dishes if nothing else than to dry them and put them away while Aydin washed.Icy prickles crept up her skin at the sudden shrieks and cries. Kaya was quick on Aydin's heels as they ran out of the house. Pikachu followed right after the two humans. At the lake lay an odd scene. All the water Pokemon huddled together, those that could manage on land up on the banks, the others as far up the banks as they could go. Dragonair and Lapras were the only ones further out in the water. Lapras was silent and still, staring down the frothing bubbles. "What " was all Kaya managed to say before the Gyrados burst forth from the boiling water. "Holy shit!" Despite knowing something was there the sudden appearance and sheer size of the Gyrados startled her. "Pi!" Pikachu echoed in his own startled surprise. The Gyrados was quick to attack and Dragonair, clearly the bravest of the lot, did her best. The explosion of their clashing attacks sent shockwaves through the air and deep into the belly. Yet poor Dragonair wasn't enough. They could only watch as she was smacked out of the water with a mighty tail whip. As Aydin ran to her Kaya looked up at the Gyrados as it roared its challenge.Kaya stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled for her Pokemon. Pikachu hopped onto her shoulder as Rapidash arrived wreathed in flames with Butterfree and Fearow hot on her trail. "Ok you guys let's do this!" It seemed crazy but she hopped on Rapidash's back and they ran for the shore line. "Lapras, use ice beam. Freeze Gyrados in the water and make us an ice bridged." Lapras' response was swift. Rearing his head back with a haunting, echoing cry the powerful ice gathered in. The beam shot forward, first at the base of Gyrados where his body disappeared beneath the water. From there Lapras swung his head making a bridge of ice from Gyrados to the shoreline. Rapidash leaped onto the ice bridge, her hooves hissing as they hit the ice. "Pikachu! Light screen! Stay here and keep it up to protect the other Pokemon!" Pikachu nodded and hopped off his ride. "Chu!" His red cheeks lit up and a brilliant flash shimmered before him and the other Pokemon. It wasn't a full defense but if any stray attacks came their way it would greatly reduce any damage.A good thing too as Gyrados thrashed, pinned in place by thick and heavy sheets of ice. He roared in frustration and leashed another beam. A wild shot that flew off into the forest. "Keep up that ice Lapras!" Kaya called as Rapidash ran along the ice path toward the Gyrados. She reached to her belt and grabbed Gloom's poke ball. The only one who didn't get released yet. "OK Gloom, we need you." The ball landed right at the base of Gyrados and they tiny Gloom materialized. He froze a moment and stared up at the Gyrados who roared and thrashed to be free. Kaya nearly gagged, already able to smell Gloom's terror. "It's ok Gloom, it's ok! Use your stun spore! Butterfree use sleep powder! Fearow use whirlwind, keep those powders swirling around Gyrados!" Rapidash slid to a stop as the orders were issues and the others were quick to obey, even the terrified Gloom. A whirling tornado of stunspore and sleep powder swirled around the massive dragon Pokemon. It roared in defiances even as it was enveloped in paralyzing powders. "Enough!" Kaya called out. Every Pokemon stopped. The swirling winds halted and the remaining dusts settled into the water. Gyrados was no longer thrashing, his eyes heavy, long body shaking. He swayed on the spot. "Rapidash back to shore, take Gloom," Kaya hissed. Rapidash made a small face but gave a small chuffing sigh in agreement. She picked up Gloom and ran back to shore.Too tired all of a sudden the Gyrados couldn't keep himself up anymore. He fell, bending where the ice held him. His massive body collapsing into the water sending up a mighty wave. "Oh...shit..." Kaya said, staring up at the wave before it came crashing down. The ice bridge broke as part of Gyrados' body collapsed on top of it. The water settled buy Kaya was gone. Lapras gave a startled cry and plunged his head into the water. Barely a moment later he came back up, holding Kaya by her turtleneck. She coughed and spluttered a moment before laughing. "Thanks Lapras, put me by Gyrados will you?" Lapras obliged her and gently set her on the free floating ice. Soaked and dripping her steps were unsteady given the slickness of the ice but she doggedly moved to the fast fading Gyrados. It made low, pitiful sounds as it blinked its bleary eyes as the approaching human. "Hey...hey...shhhh it's ok," Kaya said gently as she approached.Reaching out she laid a hand on the three pointed crest between his slowly blinking eyes. "I'm sorry we had to do this to you but you scared everyone." Gently she stroked the crest as she looked him over. Besides the paralysis and the sleep powder he wasn't any worse for the wear. The whole event had been odd but there had been no time to think, just act. Now that all had settled down Kaya could wonder why the Gyrados suddenly appeared and attacked. A shame it wasn't easier to talk to Pokemon, despite their intelligence. Kaya looked over Gyrados again. His scales shimmering and glossy in the morning light. Then she noticed several spots along his body where the scales were damaged, missing or shattered. Clearly it wasn't from their attacks either. "Looks like we weren't the first ones you fought huh? How about you stay with us then?" Gyrados' eyes narrowed a moment as though confused. After a few moments it made a small, high little roar sound, eyes closing as if smiling. Kaya grinned and laughed quietly. "Ok then," she said as she took out an empty ball. With a light toss the ball bounced off of Gyrados' side. In a bright, red flash he caught caught. The ball didn't even light up or wiggle, there had been no struggle. Kaya smiled as she picked the ball back up. "We'll take good care of you. Promise," she said to the ball.Kaya waved Lapras over. He gave an excited little cry and lowered his head to her. "You did so good! I'm proud of you," she said with an affectionate hug to his face. Lapras gave another delighted cry and lifted. His head with Kaya still holding on. She laughed as he easily picked her up and swam for shore, depositing her on the land. "Pika pi!" Pikachu ran up and jumped onto Kaya. Butterfree, Rapidash, and Fearow all joined. Gloom stood off and well away from the group. "You all did really good," she said while lavishing affection of each Pokemon. Kaya paused and looked over at Gloom. With a hard swallow she moved towards him, holding her breath. Gloom looked up but jerked his face away. "Gloom I..." she stared but gagged and coughed. Even after that Gloom still wouldn't stop emitting that eye watering odor. "Gloom can't we...?" But Gloom huffed and shot a little of his stun spore her eyes. "Fine then, return," she said and recalled him to his ball. "Oh Gloom..."Finally Kaya went over to Aydin and Dragonair. "Is she ok?" She asked, crouching down beside them. "We might need to go to town and take some of them to the Pokemon Center soon," Kaya suggested. "Dragonair is really brave, standing up to Gyrados like that. You must be really proud of her," Kaya added with a grin. Alakazam ! Aydin was beginning to shout, summoning forth the Pokemon he thought most suitable for this task. Half of his concentration unfortunately would be stuck on keeping Ampharos from shocking the entire lake and every Pokemon in it, the wild ones and his included.Had he been in his trainer days, this Gyrados would be mince meat by now.He would have thrown a fire or rock type at it just to test his skill. But he didn t get a chance to relive his glory days. There came the sound of a shrill whistle and before he knew it, Kaya herself was rushing forth with her entire team. Aydin slowly rose to his feet, adjusting his glasses to behold the sight. She looked terribly beautiful and brave all at the same time as she stepped forwards.Well, time for some on the job training.He held up his hand to restrain Alakazam when the psychic type finally came around, a minute too late. Dragonair cradled in his arms, he watched as Kaya took the challenge head on, no easy feat when the opponent was a Mount Silver variety Gyrados. She started by having her Lapras make an ice bridge to and fro the wild Pokemon, a smart move in allowing non water types to get close. Wouldn t they slip off though? Pikachu made a pedestrian effort to protect the others but he figured there was little danger to them now. If Kaya couldn t do it, he had his team finally ready to go. Even Rhydon stomped nearer, observing the action, while his lesser buddies watched from further away. They knew when a group battle became a one on one.Clearly Kaya knew her stuff, or was just plain crazy, as she and her Rapidash took to the ice with precarious balance. A fire type, using an ice bridge to battle a water type! It looked ridiculous in all outward appearances. But her Rapidash wasn t the one to do the fighting. It was her Gloom! The little flower Pokemon seemed an ant compared to the giant Gyrados, still flailing against the ice.What was that stench?Utilizing an unorthodox combination, Kaya had her Pokemon both paralyze and exhaust the Gyrados with sleep powder. The faint mist and haze swirled about the larger Pokemon, who was unable to escape its embrace. Little by little, the water type lost its zeal, allowing for Kaya to be in full control of the situation. Very impressive! He didn t watch what her Pokemon did any more. No, he only watched her, how in control she was, and how authoritative it all looked.Very beautiful indeed.That is, until she got caught in the onrush of water from Gyrados collapse. Aydin nearly shouted her name in terror, watching with anxiety and worry for a moment, until her Lapras emerged holding the stupidly brave girl by her sweater.Then surprising of all things, she began to comfort and soothe the Gyrados. It was defeated, let it slink off to its cave or cove to nurse its wounds! Hopefully it would learn its lesson about coming on Aydin s turf but Kaya had other ideas. Kaya. He began to say, unsure if he would hear him as she talked to Gyrados. She should get out of there before it turned on her! It wouldn t do if his attractive new helper got put in a hospital bed on her first day. Yet of all the things she could do she captured it. With a red flash, the Gyrados disappeared into the ball and didn t resist. Kaya had caught herself a powerful Pokemon. Very impressive. Very, very impressive. And beautiful.Kaya came back, congratulating her Pokemon. Alakazam and Rhydon looked unimpressed, though Ampharos and the others all cheered for her feats. Again, there was that stench, which he realized came from her Gloom. His Gloom didn t do any of that. Thankfully she returned her Gloom to its Pokeball and all was settled. At last Kaya approached, with Dragonair offering a weak sound in gratitude for the rescue. She was already recovering, having taken only a single tail whip. That should answer Kaya concerns itself as Dragonair slinked back into the safe water, along with all the other water types. They swam and played around Lapras, now officially apart of their crew. She will be alright. She s taken worse but there s no need for Pokemon Centers just yet. She ll be stronger from the experience. I m very proud of her. Aydin remarked, standing now with one hand in his pocket. His other slapped down on Kaya s shoulder with encouragement and a smile from his kind lips. And I m proud of you too! That was remarkable, Kaya. You handled the threat and not only that, you made a new friend. You re more than welcome to train your Gyrados here, though just be careful it doesn t cause a rematch with any of the others. Aydin said, withdrawing his hand and then sighing with a sad note, looking to his Pokemon. Alakazam, bereft of a good fight, slunk back to his spot to meditate. Rhydon decided to go crush some rocks.The other Pokemon gave her another rousing cheer. Magneton! His Magneton declared, all three eyes showing glee. Golduck popped by her side, trying to get her attention and brag about how he could have handled that fight for her . This is why I need a helper. If I m working too much, my Pokemon don t get the attention and exercise they need. Which makes them easy targets for the wilds to pick on. Had I been more attentive, I m sure my Dragonair could have prevailed. He lamented with a shake of his head. Or the others could have reacted in time. But I feel much better knowing they are in suitable hands. Your hands, Kaya. Aydin said, flashing his smile again, as he reached to take her hands and hold them in his. He looked down at them a moment, his hands under her hands, his thumbs caressing her palms. She had such nice hands Then he remembered himself and looked to her face, then to her soaked sweater and all. Looks like you need another change of clothes! And something warm to drink, no doubt. You should go on in and change. I have some old sweaters you can wear too if it gets too cold. I ll get another pot of coffee brewing then you can officially start your day. He chuckled. Properly. Come along. He said and still holding one of her hands, led her back into the house for her to change, while he got another warm brew going.It seemed he had quite a powerful Pokemon trainer as company. He wondered vaguely if that would be a problem in regards to his mandated research. Not everyone would agree. He didn t even rightly agree. But he had a job to do and he owed his debts to the Organization. He only had to trust that Kaya wouldn t be an issue.And if she was what am I to do? Dragonair's little sound of thanks brought a bright smile to Kaya's face. At least no one got hurt. Arguably not even Gyrados was injured. Clearly well enough she watched as Dragonair slunk back off into the water to join in the frolicking with the other water types who included Lapras in their joyful dancing play. She watched contendly as Aydin spoke of his pride for Dragonair. The sudden slap on her shoulder startled her a little, her head whipping around to look up at him. His praise brought a sheepish grin and a light dusting of pink to her cheeks. She'd heard often enough a trainer needed more than six pokemon and her only having six made her a poor excuse for a trainer. Aydin's suddenly sad expression only amplified the pressed doubts in her mind even as his other Pokemon gave another rousing cheer. Golduck's antics brought her smile back with a small laugh. She reached out and patted his sleek head, not sure what he was trying to say but it was cute.Kaya listened to Aydin's lament of his own failings. His life had changed from an adventerous trainer to...well whatever it was he did that took his time away from training. It happened for most trainers. Settling down after years of adventure. Kaya opened her mouth to assuage his despondent woes but was cut off as he turned his attention to her. The sudden smile lit up his face and did little to prepare her as his hands shot out to grab her own. Kaya blinked up at him as he held her hands, staring at them. The light strokes of his thumbs against her palms sent a little tremor down her back. His hands were warm, strong, not gripping hers as prisoners but holding gently. She hadn't a clue what he was doing. Such a touch was oddly familiar as was his sudden use of her given name. It was strange but not entirely unpleasant. A quiet settled around them as if the world had stilled.Suddenly he snapped out of whatever thoughts ran through his mind, head up to look at her once more. Kaya gave a small laugh at his comments. "Something hot sounds nice...but I should learn to stop getting this sweater wet," she said as he turned and led her back to the house. Still he held onto one of her hands. What a strange man Aydin was. She glanced back at the Pokemon who bore a myriad of looks from surprise to amusement and a little irritation, though that was from Golduck alone. Kaya followed him back inside and headed to her room to change while he got more coffee brewing. She didn't have a lot, her turtleneck being the bulkiest and warmest article of clothing she possessed. All she had left was a pair of shorts and another camisole, black instead of her soaked white one. She pulled her curtain of violet hair back and into a braid which she wound around the back on her head to keep the long, wet locks off her back."Maybe I might have to borrow a sweater," she said as she emerged in the small black camisole and incredibly short shorts bearing the vast majority of her smooth, soft skin. "I didn't spend much time in Silvertown...do they have shops? Clothing and such? I should probably consider a wider range of clothes," she said with a small laugh while plucking at the camisole. "Traveling light means sacrificing a decent wardrobe," she said as she gratefully took a mug of coffee. Already the thin hair rose on her arms from the light chill on being on the shorts and camisole, a shiver running through her body. Boy was she glad summer was on its way and she was most certainly not looking forward to winter despite it being far away still. The coffee was soon brewing again, filling the air with the strong scent of it that vitalized the senses. Aydin watched with diligent oversight, until he heard Kaya s footsteps coming back down the hall. He didn t turn to look at her until she suggested her want of a sweater again. And when he did set eyes upon her, Aydin was astonished by her beauty and attractiveness. His eyes couldn t help but sweep down to her naked legs and back up again to her eyes as she spoke of what amenities were available in Silvertown. I have a town brochure somewhere. He stammered at first, overawed by her appearance. He turned quickly to pour two cups of coffee, bringing one over to her and trying a sip of his. I know what you mean. You either break your back with a heavy pack and wear down your feet or take frequent stops to wash and stay comfortable. He gave a soft laugh in remembrance of some of his own experiences with that. Why don t you check that drawer there for that brochure? It should have a list of all stores in Silvertown so that way you know what to look for. I ll fetch you that sweater. Aydin said, eyes lingering on her a moment before turning and heading up the stairs.She had a stunning body. He wouldn t mind seeing her more wet, on occasion.Plucking a crimson zip up hoody, Aydin soon returned downstairs and set it over a chair. Should be about your size. I m taller so this will hang lower on your legs. Aydin said, before nearly cringing at the mention of Kaya s legs. Her most glorious legs. It should start to get warmer during the day, though summer nights can still get pretty cold. If you do plan on staying, you should have a range between heavy sweaters and well t shirts and jersey s. Aydin suggested, stopping himself from suggestingnothingas the other end of that spectrum. He needed to stop thinking of Kaya in that way! He might come off as a creep or worse. Gulping down his scolding hot coffee quite rapidly, Aydin sighed and rose to his feet. Well I got to get to work and so do you, Ms. Murasakino. They ll be wanting their lunch soon, out there. They ll start a riot if you aren t tardy on it. He took the mugs to set in the kitchen. He figured he would wash those later right, as he didn t think Kaya would help around the house. She was meant to help with the Pokemon, he could handle all the in house choring. But when would he get time for that? There was a lot of work to do downstairs that he needed to catch up on. An exciting first day huh? Good luck out there. There is an intercom in the Barn if you need to reach me. Any questions, just ask. Aydin said with a smile and would wait until she departed the house before he went down into the basement laboratory, behind lock and key, with only his Magneton.Outside, some of the Pokemon were still waiting around for Kaya. She had fought for them and therefore must be part of the team. The majority, though not all, saw it this way and greeted her when she emerged quite happily. His Raticate and Venonat ran around her legs, their fur tickling her skin. Ledyba attached to the back of her borrowed hoody, clinging there. Others like Jolteon, Graveler, Golduck, and even the larger Arbok were around, hanging on her every word and movement.Play? Wrestle? Food? "Thank you," she said with a wide smile as he gestured to the drawer for the brochure. His actions seemed oddly hesitant. Perhaps just tired and a little wound up from that fight with Gyrados. The place he had chosen as his home was certainly a dangerous one. As he left to grab a sweatshirt for her she opened the drawer and picked up the folded pamphlet. Sipping her coffee she leaned against the counter to look over the brochure. It wasn't a big town but there were enough people there to have some life. A couple of small shops, a bar, a grocery. Of course the Pokemon center. Surprisingly there was even a stadium that hosted the "Silver Conference." Funny enough the qualifications to enter were all of the Johto badges. Maybe she should have headed to Johto sooner and given up on an Earth badge.Hearing returning footsteps Kaya looked up as Aydin came down the stairs with a brilliantly red shirt in his hands. "So long as it's warm," she said with a small laugh, setting her coffee down. As he spoke of the range of clothing she might need she picked up the hoodie and slung it on, zipping it up. He wasn't wrong, it hung low. Hell, it hung lower than her shorts. Standing straight up it looked like she wore nothing but the hoodie. "Guess I'll have some shopping to do later," she said as she picked her coffee back up. Though she stopped as Aydin gulped down the hot drink as if it were a beer at the end of a good, hot work day. She got in only a few more sips before he got to his feet, declaring they had a lot of work to get done. Well he wasn't wrong on that account. The last thing she wanted was to make the Pokemon angry. Despite the deep bonds that could be built Pokemon were still dangerous when angered."Alright, I will do my best!" With a small, amused wave she headed out to the barn, leaving Aydin to do...whatever it was he did. She considered asking but it wasn't really her business. After all, he was her employer and not, technically, her friend. Friendly of course with funny little mannerisms but still her boss.Outside she found herself swarmed with delighted and, likely, hungry Pokemon. Kaya laughed as the fur of Raticate and Venomoth tickled her legs. Ledyba's weight yanked on the hoodie. "It's nice to see all of you too. Are you guys hungry? Let's get some food and then we can play alright?" It wasn't too difficult of a task really. Some of the Pokemon were easier to feed, especially the ones that could be fed in groups. His sassier Pokemon, like Rhydon, were hard to not be a little intimidated by. Even still Kaya kept up her pleasant, friendly airs with him. Alakazam was also a challenge. "Pudding, pudding, pudding," she kept repeating to herself as she dished out food for the psychic Pokemon. Couldn't let on that it was not pudding. Her own Pokemon joined in for feeding, Pikachu pouted a little wanting some candy for dessert. She was a little slow with the whole process, not being familiar with their habits or the exact locations of their food. It wouldn't be long before the process went smoother.It was well after noon before she was finished and her own stomach was rumbling. With Pikachu on her shoulder she headed inside to make up a small lunch for herself. Strange that Aydin had effectively vanished. She made simple sandwiches for the time being, leaving one out for Aydin as she took hers outside. As she passed the barn she paused and rang him up on the intercom. "No problems but I made lunch and left you some on the counter," she said, her smile able to come through in her voice. With that she headed out to walk the grounds with a small herd at her heels. Pikachu kept arguing with Ledyba, trying to get the bug off Kaya. Only he could ride on her. "Pikachu, be nice," she gently chastised.Another round of feeding for dinner. It went a little quicker but still it was close to dark by the time she finished up. With the work done for the day Kaya headed back inside. Still no sign of Aydin. Well no problem. She got some dinner started for them, for whenever Aydin might return. With a little left over money from her last small job, escorts on Lapras, perhaps she might go into town tomorrow to grab just a few clothing items. While dinner cooked a bath sounded pretty nice. The hoodie had helped but her legs were icicles. She left Pikachu to hang out with Nidorina and grabbed up a towel before heading up the stairs to the bathroom for a wash and a soak. Despite the hiring and presence of Kaya, it was still difficult for Aydin to focus on his secret work.It could have just been day one anxieties. Could she do it? Was she up to the task of caring for his Pokemon? It was not unreasonable for Aydin to worry and fret. They were his companions, his comrades in arms, his friends and even family. He was handing some of the most precious things in his life over to this woman. He wanted to check on her, to see if she was doing everything correctly right down to the most minute detail. But Aydin employed some restraint, telling himself over and over again that it was okay and that Kaya seemed a diligent helper. He could focus on his task.The dark cellar was only the size of his conjoined kitchen and dining area. A ladder led up to a hatch which opened into the actual home basement, full of excess and tools that any normal household would appear to have. Down here though it was like stepping into a new world. Mount Silver was wild and uncivilized. And his manor out here was rustic with some comforts of modern life. Down here it was beyond that. An independent power generator was in one corner, tall server stacks set in another, full of high tech machinery and wiring. A sleek desk was positioned facing the entrance, complete with two monitors and a very powerful computer.Shaking the mouse dispelled the spinning TR logo of his screensaver, opening up his precious files and research, days and weeks of arduous observation, experimentation, and reports of specimens.Larvitars. Pupitars.They were among the rarest breeds of Pokemon found on this mountain side. Their final evolved state, Tyranitar, was even rarer and uncommon. But it was his job, to utilize this technology, to induce such evolutions in the Larvitars he could capture. A cruel practice, capturing them in traps and then bringing them here to be put in a large glass container, where rays and sensors induced it with artificial energies that triggered the evolution. So far, it had an unfortunate result of making the resulting evolved specimens wilder and violent. More so than was usual around here.Aydin didn t like it but it was what he was commissioned to do. The Organization had looked out for him before. They put money in his pocket, which provided him the means to provide better care for his Pokemon. He had the brains for this, the Executive Committee had declared.The Boss himself has high hopes for him.With Kaya present to watch the grounds and his Pokemon, he could work unfettered. He had no live specimen, as the previous one had been induced to high levels of violence that nearly leveled his home. That had been a month ago. Right now, he was using this time to recalculate and recalibrate the energy rays. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he entered and redid all sorts of formulas.Kaya s voice crackled over the intercom to inform him of lunch. Aydin hadn t even kept track of time, the voice even startling him a little. He told himselffive more minutes then I ll go up. He ended up getting caught in his work and his sandwich went uneaten.He only ceased after many more hours because his fingers felt stiff, his eyes hurt from the illumination, and his butt ached from sitting so long. Yet he had never worked this much without interruption before and he felt he made great progress, completing what would have taken a week in only a day s worth. He earned a reprieve and so far there had been no reports from Kaya on any trouble. He logged off his computer and shut down the machinery for now, ascending the ladder. No one was in the home yet and a quick glance out the window showed that Kaya was still out and about.No fires, flooding, or fissures opening up in the ground.That was a good sign! He could use a shower though before settling in for dinner and maybe his own time with his Pokemon. He was starting to miss them a little.That was when the thoughts of Kaya came unbidden to him, as he stood in the hot shower, the water trickling down his lean but strong physique. He couldn t help but think of her wet again, her hair soaked and the clothes clinging to her body, accentuating her figure.And what was her figure like under those clothes?But no, he couldn t think that! She was his employee and he didn t want the workplace to get awkward. She was good at her job. He needed to keep her happy and not being admired by her eccentric boss. As he got out to dry himself, wrapping the towel about his waist and leaving his abdomen and chest exposed, he pondered what excuse he should give as to his whereabouts this entire time.It seemed he would need an answer sooner than later, as the washroom door suddenly flew open on him.Living for so long alone, Aydin wasn t in the habit of locking doors. Who was going to come in? His Pokemon understood some concept of the need for personal space when showering or sleeping. Aydin looked up, no glasses at all with soaked hair clinging to his face, to see Kaya standing in the doorway. And he just standing there in a towel. It wasn t as if he should be embarrassed about his body. He just hadn t expected this and for a moment had nothing to say as he gawked at her, one hand clutching the towel around his waist.A little too low, revealing just the upper half of his strong pelvis. Ms. Murasakino ! I didn t know personal sponge baths was a part of the job description but well, you ain t getting paid extra for it. He managed to tease and wink. Kaya hadn't been thinking outside of simply wanting to shower and soak for a little. It had been a busy day and a relaxing soak sounded amazing. Not just that but her hair smelled a little of lake. The showers at Pokemon centers usually had indicators on the doors to announce occupancy. Somehow she entirely forgot that homes didn't have such devices. A little mentally absent and blithely unaware she pulled the handle and pushed the door open. No knock, no warning. First it was the steam at hit her and broke her out of the single mindedness of desiring a wash and soak. She blinked and her eyes refocused forward only to meet with a pair of steely, blue grey eyes.Her entire body froze up as she stared at Aydin. All but naked, clutching the small towel around his hips. Kaya's eyes swept from his wet hair, clinging to the sharp, handsome planes of his face down to his lean, surprisingly defined body, all the way to his toes. Then all the way back up, several times in fact. The first sweep brought a red tinge to her face, the color deepening after every glance. His teasing comment broke her out of the rigid, nearly fascinated, shock. She met his eyes again, her ears hotter than Rapidash's mane. At some point her heart had completely halted but when it came back its pace tripled, pumping more and more hot blood through her ears face face. All the while her face retained the frozen shock. Hand still on the handled she very suddenly, swung the door back, slamming it shut. "I'm so sorry!" She managed to squeakily shout through the closed door.Mortified. Kaya hadn't a clue what to do. Go bother with dinner some more, hide in her room, run outside and jump in the lake? Unable to decide she leaned against the wall next to the door, burying her face into her folded towel. Her ears rang with the furiously throbbing blood racing through them. Everything was only made worse as the image seemed burned into her eyes. In the semi darkness of her face smashed into the towel all she could see was Aydin. Not unpleasant but she couldn't see her boss like that! So inappropriate! Kaya groaned into the towel, willing the image away. Stubborn as her Gloom. This was ridiculous, she needed to get a grip. It was an accident, not like she had ever even thought...and she wasn't a peeping tom either.When Aydin finished she managed to pull her face from her towel but could hardly look at him. She muttered another apology before skittering into the bathroom. Time. She just needed time to calm down. First a shower. The hot water was soothing but didn't help her still furious blush. Even with her eyes open she could still see the image. Kaya rubbed her face with a growl and vigor. "Stop it, stop it, stop it," she muttered to herself. In all her years of travel she hadn't run across someone like Aydin. Well, perhaps not totally true, she had just never paused to consider anyone. Never staying in one place for long and with no one but her Pokemon for a companion she had never really looked at anyone that way. Certainly never saw a man in a towel. Such an attractive man in a towel. For a recluse he certainly had a nice physique. "Stop it, stop it, stop it," she growled to herself once again. "That's your boss, idiot!"Kaya ended up taking a far longer shower than intended, spending more time agonizing over the incident and berating herself for thinking of her boss in such a way, that she opted to forgo the soak. She'd stood under the hot water long enough before even realizing she was there to wash. Finally she was squeaky clean and stepped out to dry, taking care to wring out and dry her hair as much as possible. Rather than walk out in a towel she redressed in her clean turtle neck and leggings, intending to wash the hoodie and shorts that evening. She really needed more clothes. As she left the washroom she desperately hoped Aydin might just go back to whatever it was he did while she looked after the Pokemon. The last thing she wanted was to face him, at least for a while. At least until she could get her rampant, lewd thoughts reigned in. Maybe the joke was inappropriate and in bad taste. Kaya, flushed redder than any ripe apple, could barely keep her composure it seemed. It made Aydin think there might be something embarrassing about his body. Was he too skinny? Too small?Maybe she didn t even play for that team.He couldn t do anything with his hands, not to usher her out or assure her it was okay, for otherwise the towel would slip off his body and expose it all. Now that would be bad. This was already bad. An employee of his had seen him half naked! And it would be his fault, forgetting to lock the doors. He never had to before! He was about to voice an apology when Kaya suddenly backed out and shut the door, apologizing herself.It was then that the cooler airs of the bathroom began to kiss his body after the hot shower. Moving to the door, he listened a moment before locking it with aclickthat sounded just a bit too loud for his ears. He immediately sighed and rubbed his face, letting the towel drape off a little more. He looked to the foggy mirror and wondered a moment what this would mean. This little bit of awkwardness might kill her employment and leave him stuck again.Why was she so red? Embarrassed? Or something else?That was too good to be thought of as true for Aydin though. They had only known each other a short day at most. He finished drying, brushing his teeth, and wrapped a bigger towel around himself, before exiting out the door. He found Kaya nearby, her face in the towel. You can go in now. He said and stood aside as she rushed in, apologizing again. No, it wasn t her fault he had been lax and stuck in habit. No one lived here with him before so he never had a reason to lock doors! Well that would have to change, if she stuck around after that. He hoped she would. He wasn tthatbad to look at? But in comparison to who?Her? She was gorgeous to look at.He went to his room, got dressed in dress pants and a tucked in collared shirt, with a sleeveless sweater vest atop, undid at the neck. Then he went downstairs to prep dinner and await Kaya s return. He had to have a talk with her before this got ruined.Or made better.Aydin had to mentally chide himself to stop thinking that way about her. She was beautiful and attractive, intelligent too, but there were rules and standards to keep as employer employee. What man couldn t fantasize though? He was chopping up vegetables, mostly carrots, garlic, and small bits of other greens, with some potatoes to skin later for a hot stew, when Kaya finally did come. Unfortunately her room was on the other side of the kitchen from the stairs. He had put out a dish of candy for Nidorina and Kaya s Pikachu to enjoy, while his Magneton floated behind the electric type much like a creepy stalker, drawn to the electric currents around Pikachu.Oh great, does he get it from me ?Aydin worried and still had that frown when Kaya arrived.It had nothing to do with her but it might appear that way. He turned to her and gave her a slight bow, hands at his side. Ms. Murasakino I should apologize for that. Habit of living alone for so long I just don t get in the habit of locking doors around here. Not many people around and I don t think most Pokemon have a concept of private space anyways. He said, politely and formally, giving a little chuckle as he straightened up. I hope this won t affect our friendship. He turned back to his chopping, his hand moving the knife a little slowly. He wasn t a pro cooker but he knew enough to get by. I m hope you re hungry. I m making stew today he said, before cutting himself off with a little gasp. The knife came too near to his finger. No blood though, thankfully. But it hurt like a pinch. He simply shook his fingers and started again. I figure since you made lunch, I could handle the evening meal. Taking care of me was never a part of the deal so I d like to return the favor. He said, hoping the small talk might help put Kaya at ease. How was your day with the Pokemon? No explosions, craters, or knocked over trees as far as I can see. At least not what was already there before you came. Kaya came down the stairs and heard the slow, methodical chopping of vegetables. Every muscle in her face seized into a wince. So much for hiding out a little to calm herself down. Well it was part of being an adult right? Accidents happened. Lewd and crude thoughts were natural, right? She had to convince herself to keep moving and try to move past it all. It was too good of a job to just up and leave from silly embarrassment even though it would be impossible to avoid him for a couple of days. Kaya took a couple slow, quiet, breaths before finishing her decent down the stairs. She had hoped to pass by relatively unnoticed to at least put up her towel and clothes. Aydin, it seemed, had other plans. His movement caught her eye and she stopped in her tracks looking over as he bowed and gave an apology.His apology cut through her as well as the knife through what he was chopping up. It wasn't his fault she was impolite and just barged in on him. As he stood up she flushed a little and glanced away. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry. This is your home and I should have knocked." Of course they could circle about with apologies and forgiveness. Maybe it really wasn't so bad. Shame about that image still burned into her mind, more or less. Pleasing as it was it was hard to look at him without seeing the image overlaid into reality. She watched him a moment before moving to turn back to put her things up when he spoke again, breaking off with a little gasp. He shook it off though, no damage done. Kaya gave a small, wan smile as he went on as if it hadn't happened. "It was a fine day, everyone seems in good spirits even after Garados's appearance," she said with a brighter grin. Pokemon was a safe topic."One second please," she said before quickly moving to her room to set down the things she was holding. Surprising herself she was quick to return. She glanced over seeing Pikachu and Nidorina sharing the candies. At least he wasn't gobbling them down greedily and seemed to be sharing with Nidorina. Kaya let him be and strolled back towards Aydin as he cut up the vegetables. For a minute she watched his almost agonizingly slow process. "You know, you're going to loose a finger one of these days if you keep chopping like that," she said with a small laugh. "Here, hold the carrot like this..." Rather than simply grab another knife and carrot to show she wound her arm under his and repositioned his fingers so only the very tip touched the carrot and the heel held the vegetable steady. "See? Now you use the knuckles as a guide, let the knife slide along them." Her side was nearly pressed up to his as she held his hands to show him. "I spent some time in Celadon, the longest I've really spent anywhere, working at a restaurant to save up a little and continue traveling. The head chef taught me a few things which came in really handy. Nice older lady I was almost sad to leave and continue traveling."So close he would be able to smell her one permitted luxury. Her freshly washed hair wafted soft scents of honeysuckle and lavender. "Just be careful not to get too exuberant and raise the knife too high or you'll cut your knuckles," she added with another small laugh. "It's a little awkward at first but once you get the hang of it you can chop really quick. You've got bigger hands than me too so you can chop more before having to adjust," she said with another quiet, short laugh. You ll get used to the surprise visits around here. Aydin said in regards to Kaya s response about Gyrados, before giving a nod to her wish to quickly dart out of the kitchen. Was the awkwardness building up again? He wiped his brow with his forearm, not knowing he had been feeling hot, since Kaya got into the room. It was like his body was trying to say something. Or rather, scream it.Desire.That s what it was. But Aydin tried to mentally will himself to let it go. He had been here in the wilds so long, without proper dealings with proper women for some time. Well, not since his break up really. He did encounter other trainers here and there, some female. But he never felt for them as he felt for Kaya.And when she returned, like a magnet she came right up beside him with a polite chiding on his inability to chop vegetables without chopping himself. He gave only a lopsided smile as he stood and watched her perform the technique, taking his arm in her own grip. Skin against skin. She felt so smooth and unblemished, especially after the shower. He cursed the water enviously that got to trickle down her body. And the smell from her hair was heavenly, to the point he was overloading his sense of smell and losing his sense of hearing, vital given that she was teaching him how to cut vegetables. He needed to get a hold of himself!He kept his smile fixated on his face. Thank you for that. I think I ll be able to not add any unwanted ingredients to our stew now. He chuckled himself.Idiot. When has self maiming ever been joke material?He followed her instruction, using his knuckles to frame his chopping. He did have bigger hands then her. It was very noticeable, given how close their hands were. Magneton chirped behind them, as if he could feel the electricity brimming between them. Celadon huh? Nice city. A lot less gruff than Saffron. It seems you have quite some adventures and stories under your belt. Yes, you would love to know what was under her belt. I miss those days. Too many Pokemon Aydin sighed, his words interrupted occasionally by the knife slicing through to hit the wooden board beneath.They were side by side, practically hip to hip. Well since you re keen on helping out, why don t you get the water boiling? That kettle there He nodded, before giving her a little bump with his own hip to encourage her. Just a harmless joke right? But as always, his jokes always had that underlying desire.He would love to bump hips with her, in a much different manner. When my Typhlosion was just a Quilava still, never had to wait around for boiling. Just a little Ember burn under the pot and it ll be ready to go in a few seconds. Now they re too big to bring into the house. He chuckled, grabbing the potatoes next to peel. He was a lot faster with that.The food was added to the kettle, along with a pinch of various spices and herbs. Soon a delicious aroma would waft through the kitchen. Aydin washed his hands and went to sit at the table, where Nidorina jumped in his lap, overly excited. He pet her absentmindedly. Your hair smells nice today, Ms. Murasakino. Brought your own shampoo and conditioner? That s one of the modern comforts I ve been missing out here. My own hair has been he raked his fingers along his wavy dark blue hair, almost blackish in the night. He didn t finish his thought. It wasn t bad. But it could be better. And it should be better, when in the presence of a lady.An idea flicked into his mind. You wouldn t turn down a drink, would you Kaya? He offered quietly, informally even. He was obviously referring to liquor. His thanks and slight joke caused Kaya to pause a moment. She blinked at him before laughing at the morbid joke. Well I m all for a bit of meat in the pot but maybe not fingers, she said through her light laughter. She stayed by his side as she watched him get the hang of cutting in that manner. Behind them she heard Magneton chirp happily, glancing back and grinning at the happy Pokemon. Despite not having much help his Pokemon seemed happy and well taken care of. Most of them, some a little grumpier but each had their own personality. His comment on the major metropolises in Kanto and Johto brought a rueful grin. She had heard a few nefarious rumors about Saffron. Hell there were similar ones about Celadon only making her glad she had moved on and never deigned to return. Though she did often wonder about Mrs. Irazuka and how she fared with her restaurant. I d take this ranch over a big city any day. I prefer open spaces, Kaya admitted with a rueful grin.She had barely paid attention to how close they were when she taught him how to chop. It was no closer than Mrs. Irazuka had gotten when teaching Kaya. Constantly correcting her hand placement, her worry manifesting into irritation. Though the realization of their proximity was quickly dawning on her as she felt the warmth radiate from his body, the clean and masculine scent of him. Yes she was painfully aware of how close they were but she couldn t just jerk away suddenly, that would lead to another sharp moment of embarrassment. Thankfully Aydin remedied it with the suggestion she fill the pot up to boil, urging her on with the gentle bump of his hip. Kaya s ears burned again but she took the hint and moved away. Stupid, stupid girl. It was oddly hard to want to move though, even with that image still splayed in her mind. She enjoyed the warmth of his side, the feel of his hand under hers. Still she knew she had to get out of there.Kaya gave a laugh as he spoke of his Typhlosion. And you might end up burning this house down though I guess the pot would be boiling then, she said with another little laugh. If he could make morbid jokes about chopping his fingers off why not a joke about the house burning down? Kaya did as asked and filled up the pot for him to toss in the cut up vegetables. Then she simply moved back and let him work. Soon enough the savory smell of stew filled the air. Enough so Pikachu stopped munching on candies to jump up onto her shoulder and sniff towards the pot. Smells goo huh Pikachu? Kaya said with a bright grin and scratched the mouse under his chin. Chyaaa! He responded in delight. Kaya moved away from the kitchen to join Aydin at the table as he complimented her hair products and lamented about his hair. Just the products he meant she was certain. They did smell nice.Though before she could respond about hair products he made his offer of a drink. Kaya hesitated a moment. Alcohol was a very rare luxury. While she did enjoy it she didn t get the chance too very often. Uhm sure, I mean, no wait She frowned at herself before laughing at her own blundering. Sorry. Yes, I would like a drink. I ll admit I don t drink too much, any extra money I had usually goes to nice shampoo and conditioner, she added still laughing a little. You re welcome to use them if you don t mind smelling like a girl. She glanced at his hair that he lamented about. It didn t seem bad. A handsome shade of dark blue. Her stomach did a little flip as she remembered it plastered to his face, heavy and wet. I was thinking of going to Silvertown in a day or so anyways to get a couple more shirts and pants, I could get you some if you want. In a less feminine scent too, she said with an amused wink. It was quite fortunate Kaya did not find his joke to be morbid and even knocked off her own sardonic remark, which had Aydin give her a smile. Quick wit, pretty features, was there anything Kaya couldn t do? He did however shake his head at her preference of open spaces over the cities. Until you want certain amenities. It gets lonely out here. And though we get some excitement, it isn t the right kind of excitement, you know? Aydin said as Kaya prepared the pot for the stew. Who wanted to fight every day of their life? Aydin had lived that life when adventuring. Now he found a good niche where he could relax and live an orderly, routinely life. It felt better that way. Some centralization, some foundation, it was good for him.And the work it paid well, even if he didn t exactly agree.But it would ultimately be people like Kaya who get the end result, the Pokemon purchased through our store front vendors. And I can trust them to take proper care of them. Wisdom dictates I should keep Typhlosion in his Pokeball for that reason. I just can t bring myself to do it though. Aydin said with a half hearted shrug. Well if the house burned down, it did. It seemed an eventuality though out here. If not by his own Typhlosion then by something else. Maybe King Poliwrath would flood the lakeside or wild Onyxs would tunnel beneath, collapsing the foundation. Aydin would simply have to pack up and move somewhere else, a mile in some direction, and start all over. The work had to continue.The kettle steamed and the ingredients boiled and mingled together. He watched Kaya interact with her Pokemon a moment before she agreed to his offer of a drink. He flicked his eyebrows at her hesitation, not quite moving as she didn t seem sure. Was it because she didn t drink or because she didn t expect it? A harmless vice, he figured, especially if done in moderation. Prioritizing the important things huh? I don t blame you. He chuckled to her remark. He fetched two glass cups first and pulled a bottle from another cupboard. It was unmarked, but the amber liquor shone in the light indicating what it was.Good stuff.He poured two cups and set one before her at the table. They had time before the food was ready. He listened to her suggestion as he took a sip, the explosive taste burning down his throat but giving him a warm, fuzzy sensation all the same. I might take you up on that. Who s going to judge? He grinned to her offer of using her shampoo and such. She was certainly an expert in that, he wouldn t complain. But Aydin would give her a very pointed look when she expressed her desire to go to Silvertown. Tired of me already? Wanting to get away so soon? He questioned her, raising his cup to sip again but when he lowered it, the smile he was holding back was finally revealed. He was only joking. Go at the end of the week if you like. I got plenty of garments myself but thanks for the offer. You re welcome to a few choice sweaters and jackets too if you like. Save some money. Aydin offered in return, before glancing to the window. How fast do you think your Rapidash could take you? I never really ridden a Pokemon before. He scratched the side of his chin as he gazed up a moment in thought. He had a few who could carry him. Why hadn t he never done it? I hear with Rapidash the flames won t harm a rider they trust. I couldn t do the same with Typhlosion. He gets enraged once and flames spring up all from his back. I wouldn t want to get caught in that. He chuckled, recalling a few burns he had gotten accidentally.He knocked back the rest of his drink and got up to check the kettle, leaving her with the implication of catching up or not. He prepped bowls and utensils and transferred the stew to another, cooler pot which could sit on the table. There was plenty to go around. I ll help you with dinner for the Pokemon after. My work went fine so I got a little free time. You ll still get your pay. He said as he poured her a dish. "How was the drink? They have a lounge or two in Silvertown as well, if you like a little variety. I didn't really get into it until I started living here. Everyone needs a little helper now and then. Especially with my lot out there." He said, referring to his Pokemon. Boy when he mentioned a drink he mentioned a drink. Kaya watched, with mild apprehension, as he pulled out the clear bottle of unmarked, amber liquid. Her idea of a drink was usually lighter and fruitier in taste. There was no turning back of course. She accepted the glass he gave her, mentally preparing herself for whatever it might taste like. As he quipped about judgements of shampoo she took a small sip of the amber drink. It burned her mouth as much as a hot bao and it burned going down her throat. Kaya s eyes watered a little from the hot sting of it and she fought the urge to cough. Though something she couldn t fight was the cringing wince as she felt the liquid all the way to her stomach. Even the aftertaste seemed to burn on her tongue as a warmth spread in her guts. It was like liquid rapidash fire. Though once the burn subsided it had a fairly pleasant smoky kind of caramel taste. No, she wheezed before clearing her throat. I mean no, I m not tired of you, she managed to say with a tiny laugh even as he smiled and gave her leave to go at the end of the week. He offered up his own jackets and sweaters for her to use. It made sense, of course, save the money but she would need her own eventually and, who knew, there might be some decent sales given that summer was on its way. She tried another sip of the drink. It still burned but not nearly as bad as the first sip, the pleasant warmth quicker to spread from her stomach. She grinned a little, amused at the thought of riding a typhlosion even if it could be trusted not to burn the rider. Rapidash can gallop up to 150 miles an hour but I ve never gone that fast on her. I mean we ve gone fast before, real fast, but I don t even know what speed we were going. If we galloped I think we could probably make it to town in maybe an hour? Of course I wouldn t make her gallop that long either. Aydin was quick to finish off the drink. Kaya was amazed he didn t seem affected by it in the least. She went for another drink, only about half done with it as he put the stew into a cooler pot and dished out the bowls. Her eyebrows raised in surprise at his offer to help feed the Pokemon that evening. While she welcomed the help she felt it was a little odd given it was her job. The drink is good, she managed to say with an almost cringing grin. I think, it s not something I ve had before and its wow really strong, she added with a laugh as he set out the bowls. But, yeah, it s good once you re used to it. The stew, however, was fantastic. Simple but very good. Sure fancy, exotic meals were good but there was something so comforting about a good, simple stew. It actually felt kind of nice, sitting there with Aydin, eating their dinner after a good day of work. After years of camping or curled up wherever in a Pokemon Center it felt nice to have somewhere permanent to be and with such pleasant company.Kaya managed to finish the drink and the full bowl of stew, plus a second bowl. She shared some bits of vegetable with Pikachu. Candy was his favorite but he had a healthy appetite and would eat just about anything. She stood up to help clear dishes, her knees just a little unsteady. You know I haven t asked what work do you do Ayd er Mr. Durov? Do you have hopes to be a researcher like Professor Oak and Professor Elm? She had told herself not to be curious but she could hardly help it and, for some reason, she felt a little bolder. Bold enough to ask and nearly slip with proper formality. He was still her boss after all. I wouldn t recommend going full gallop in the woods. You might hit a low lying branch or something. Best take it slow. The town isn t going anywhere. Aydin answered her, curious and intrigued by this information. He didn t know that about Rapidash s. Perhaps he should acquire one himself, though given Kaya s disposition towards the horse pokemon, he figured it had been gifted to her and not caught wildly anywhere.He could have laughed at the surprised quirk of her eyebrows when he offered to help. He needed a helper, not a replacement for himself. They were still his Pokemon and he was entitled to spend time with them too, was he not? She was still getting paid for it regardless. He did smile apologetically when she complimented the drink, though he could gleam the truth of it from her lopsided smile and words. It was adorable in a way. Whisky. A bit strong but it s good for the palette and throat. Keeps some of the cold away too. He told her. He didn t think the food was anything special. A meal made with what amenities were available. Wild carrots could be found in the nearby countryside. There was plenty of wild herb and root. Whatever else could be got from the Silvertown markets.But a steak would be nice one day.They ate heartedly and Aydin was joyed to see Kaya put away two whole bowls of it. It was difficult not to watch her throughout. Women eating was always an extraordinary affair. They didn t like it, or rather no one liked being watched when eating, yet it was an attractive sight that was hard to avoid. Aydin tried his best to be polite though, pretending to look past her sometimes or elsewhere. Thank you. He said when she took care of the dishes. Their partnership seemed so natural already, doing tasks and chores without even being needed to be told or asked. It wasn t even a part of her paid duties to do any of this. She was a traditional good girl in that way.And you, Aydin, are a sneak and a liar.And he went chill to the bone when Kaya asked about his work.Stupid.He was, for even mentioning it, when he should have been concealing it out of all things. His thoughts went down the path that would lead to the basement and the hidden trap door into the cellar, where high tech servers and machinery and a dual monitor computer sat with tons of incriminating evidence. His smile failed him a moment and he looked down at his empty liquor cup, passing it hand to hand. He needed to formulate a good lie for this. Nidorina watched him, sensing his discomfort. He needed to remember that his Pokemon were much attuned to him. Negative emotions could carry over. And if discussion of his work made him seem uneasy, it might raise suspicions as to what it was.She made her own guess so he went with it. You re correct. Even half a researcher would be good for me. Aydin said, half lying, half telling the truth. He was doing research. But not for the same noble causes like the Professors. There s plenty of wild, rare, and uncommon Pokemon on this mountain. I want to record and observe them. Compile my research together and then publish it. I might have retired from adventuring but I could never retire from Pokemon completely. He said, rubbing Nidorina s head who chirped happily at the touch. Something to do in my old age, you know? He jested, for he was still a young man, in his prime, and had no signs of aging or any of that. But compared to the energetic and intelligent Kaya? He felt old.And yet he felt younger too.He did not think anything wrong with the question, which might mean he was willing to answer more personal questions. He liked that Kaya was curious about him. Maybe she shared similar attractions as he did for her. I d rather not show it though. It s all very secretive. The unfinished work is not pretty or neat. If I ever do complete it, hopefully it ll be tidy to look at. He said, rising to his feet. He walked over and poured himself another drink, turning to her and shaking the bottle a little to ask her silently if she wanted another to. Let s go out and see how you work. The evening meal can be quite rowdy. Aydin instructed next and went to put on a coat before heading on outside, drink in hand.His Pokemon were still scattered about. The water Pokemon lounged or swam. Those of the field ran or exercised. Predators like Arbok or Sneasel lurked in the grass, watchful. Jolteon and Raticate chased one another. Spearow watched from a tree, while Hoothoot and Golbat slept on another branch. It would be breakfast for them. Rhydon was busy with his rock collection, large boulders taller than any human, which he moved and shaped with his horn, before simply discarding and breaking them into little pebbles. It was childish in a way, like playing, yet done with a fierce determination. Alakazam mediated in the shadow of a tree as always. Ampharos came waddling over with excessive joy as usual, hugging Aydin who hugged her back with a laugh. There s a bell in the barn. Ring it. A few might need sheparding but they should come. Once they are eating, I ll take you to feed my Typhlosion. If he wants to eat. Aydin shrugged, sipping his drink. How are you feeling? He asked her with a smirk, swirling his cup idly in his hand. "Does it warm your tummy?" He asked, his eyes lingering there a moment. "Short term effect but useful for bouts of coming in and out of this cold." Kaya paused with the dishes as his sweet smile fell with her question. A little pang smacked her guts. Had she been too forward? She knew it wasn't her business why Aydin needed her assistance with his Pokemon. A chill washed over her despite the warmth of the house, drink, and stew. She should have just kept her damn mouth shut. Kaya was on the verge of telling him to forget she asked before he finally spoke up. Relief washed over her and she managed a small grin. Maybe he was shy about his research, trying to live up to such renowned greats like Professors Oak and Elm. The jest at himself brought a small laugh to her as she continued on with the dishes. "Old...if you're old I'm a Togapei," she said through her light laughter. Kaya believed him, she had no reason not to.Kaya watched out of the corner of her eye as he rose up and went for the bottle again, speaking offhandedly about his incomplete and messy research. By then she was laying out the dishes to dry. His silent offer made her stop again. She raised a hand and shook her head. "Maybe later, if they're as rowdy as you say they are I'd rather have a clear head. I'm not used to drinking," she said with another light laugh as she moved to follow him out to the barn. "Once you finish your research I'd be happy to be the first to read it," she added with a bright grin. While she knew basic facts about Pokemon she was a little awed he would delve so deep. She had been certain Aydin was a smart man but this was far more than she expected. Once he was done she was sure it would be as good, if not better, than the likes of Oak and Elm.Once outside it was easy to see most of the Pokemon even as the sun was starting its decent over the mountains. Kaya shivered a little, it was already getting a little chill even with her sweater on. Her Pokemon lingered around as well, Lapras splashing about with the other water dwellers having made fast friends. Butterfree and Fearow perched together, quietly watching. Rapidash alone and aloof out in the field. Seeing her other Pokemon not making friends worried her a little. She had expected it from Rapidash but not Fearow and Butterfree. His mention of the bell made her head tilt and look to where he gestured. She blinked at the bell and couldn't help a small groan. "Would have been nice to know about earlier," she mumbled quietly. Kaya walked over to ring the bell but hesitated with his comments. She looked over, watching his look, and flushed a little. "Well....uh...I mean yes. But it's still kind of chilly out here," she said with a sheepish laugh. "Maybe I should have accepted more to keep this cold away."She rang the bell and, as he said, the Pokemon seemed to understand it meant time for food. Her own Pokemon noted the behavior and followed the others. "Wow...well trained," she said with a small laugh before getting to work. With the newfound knowledge of the bell things went a little quicker except for the more stubborn ones. For the ones trapped in water she brought food out for them. "Here I was rounding them all up this morning, this is much easier," she said at the Pokemon happily ate their meals. Still, there was a lot of them and it would take a while, well into sunset. While the Pokemone munched happily away Kaya took a minute to stop and watch the play of color on the horizon. "Oh wow...how beautiful..." she said quietly as she watched the brilliant oranges, pinks, and reds dominate the austere presence of the mountains. "I always thought the sunset into the ocean was beautiful but...well this is really close...." A sharp wind kicked up, pulling and flying her purple hair around. Kaya shivered and rubbed her arms. Rapidash's head lifted and tilted at Kaya. She noticed the discomforting chill and plodded over to lend her warmth for a little There ll be time. Aydin promised with a grin, when Kaya regretted in not having more. There really was no limitations to it. No one made the rules out here, except them. The bell rang loud and clear, drawing many of the Pokemon to the barn in expectation of feed. The evening meal was usually the largest and most varied for them. They all bunched around Aydin though, as was usual, but he directed them to Kaya who was now their primary caretaker. She diligently got their meals put out and Aydin helped when she went to deliver meals to those water Pokemon who could not move easily upon land.He paused too when Kaya expressed her astonishment with the beauty of the sunsets out here. Aydin had grown used to them but he couldn t help but adore the way Kaya observed it all. She stared at the setting sun but he stared at the outline of her face, taking in the curves and angles of her features. Very beautiful indeed. Aydin said quietly, moving towards her. He had some impulse to wrap his arm about her shoulders.Or her waist. Instead, her Rapidash reached her first, sensing her cold, and that was an unspoken link between trainer and Pokemon that could be admired too. But that reminded him! It was time to meet his own best buddy and starter Pokemon.Aydin allowed Kaya to observe the sunset a little longer while he prepared Typlosion s plate. Spicy kebble, some greens, and slices of raw meat. He didn t bother cooking them anymore. The fire Pokemon usually did it himself. Come on, it s time to meet Typlosion. Bring Alakazam s pudding. Aydin tried to add quietly but turning to look, he saw that Alakazam was watching and had indeed heard. He knew it wasn t pudding but only yogurt and refused the meal, though he did snatch up the new spoon, discarding an old one. Alakazam then went to sit under his tree again, mediating furiously on his new utensil. They would have to try again in an hour or two with him.Aydin walked Kaya over to the barrow that Typlosion made his den. Behind them followed a small group of admiring Pokemon as usual. Magneton and Nidorina, Ampharos, and any of Kaya s Pokemon as well. But they stopped when the tall green grass around their ankle became blackened crisps of blade and twig. Even the trees nearest to the barrow entrance were barren and the bark scorched. Heat radiated from the cave, almost to the point of negating the cold of the mountain. But the deadly beast within did not appear so. In fact they would find Typlosion lying flat on his stomach, arms limp at his side, with the flames on his back and tail dead. Around him was charred ashes and rocks. His golden orange eyes watched the two humans as they entered. But his expression was bored. Hello, Ty. Aydin greeted, handing the platter of food to Kaya while Aydin walked over to Typlosion and patted his powerful shoulder. Still, Typlosion gave no response. He didn t even seemed interested in the food. You re more than welcome to come out, you know. You missed a good scrap with a Gyrados and we have some new friends joining us. He pointed to Kaya, indicating she should bring the food over. This is Kaya Murasakino. She will be taking care of you That was when Typlosion sprang into action. The moment Kaya neared with the platter, Typlosion huffed and flames shot from its body. Loud, bright, and very hot. The entire barrow lit up. Aydin didn t react, merely shutting his eyes as he stood rigid in place and hoping he didn t get burned. But Typlosion was only being an asshole, trying to jump scare the newcomer. The flames lasted only five seconds before they were extinguished. Typlosion remained flat on his belly throughout. Now that wasn t very nice. Aydin said to the Pokemon. You apologize right this instant. He demanded but Typlosion merely dragged his long neck and face to look away from the entrance, towards the blackness of the cave. Stubborn too. Aydin crossed his arms and shook his head. You are still a child. A little Cyndaquil at heart. That s you. Aydin chided, poking Typlosion in his side. The Pokemon didn t react. Come on, Kaya. Aydin said, shaking his head again. Take the food. If he s hungry, he can come to us. Then we ll see! He warned, giving Typlosion a glare. The Pokemon was unconcerned with them completely.But if Rapidash even brought her presence near the cave, then Typlosion would take interest. Yes, there was a worthy adversary worth his time and effort Kaya looked up as Rapidash sauntered over, laying her majestic head over Kaya's shoulders. With an appreciative sigh Kaya reached up and stroked Rapidash's muzzle, grateful for the added warmth of her loyal fiery horse. She glanced over at Aydin. She had seen him move over and worried he might try to pet Rapidash. Beautiful as she was she wasn't the most friendly to outsiders. While Aydin might be proficient with fire types it didn't exactly prevent him from being burned by her fires. Heck, she had even burned Kaya a time or two. Mostly by accident of course but when they had first met Kaya could barely touch Ponyta, let alone ride her. They enjoyed the sunset for just a little bit longer. The sky quickly to deep blues and purples as the sun sank well below the mountain and tree line. Kaya sighed happily at the sight, enjoying the moment with Aydin and their Pokemon.Like all things it wasn't to last and Aydin suddenly walked away. Kaya turned to see what he was up to. A plate of an odd assortment: kibble, greens, and raw meat. Kaya blanched a little at the odd mix. What Pokemon ate raw meat? Though her curiosity was quickly answered as Aydin announce they were to visit Typhlosion. Kaya gave a nod at Aydin as he told her to grab Alakazam's 'pudding,' very careful to make sure to keep thinking of it as pudding. She walked with Aydin to bring Alakazam his 'pudding' but the Pokemon refused. Had he heard somehow? Maybe she hadn't concentrated enough or maybe he noticed the slip in Aydin's tongue. At least he seemed interested in a new spoon. Kaya couldn't help an amused laugh. One would think that food was food and at least he was able to eat.Well she did find that the more evolved Pokemon got the more stubborn. Much like old people.Then they headed for the den. Kaya paused as the blackened grass crunched beneath her feet. Pikachu and Rapidash had been following but saw the other Pokemon hesitate. So they decided to stay back as well. Aydin moved on bold as brass, no need to be afraid of his own Pokemon no matter how ominous the den might seem. Kaya followed behind Aydin into the lair. Crisped and foreboding the sight of the massive, mighty Typhlosion just laying there was...strange. He looked incredibly bored, his fire completely out. Kaya couldn't say she knew much about the species but she wondered how much his flames indicated mood or health. Rapidash's flames grew when riled up, when racing faster and faster. Charmander's tail indicated its health. Though she could honestly say she didn't know much about the Johto type of fire Pokemon. Not nearly as well as the Kanto types. She felt strangely sad when looking at the bored Pokemon. Why did it just lay there?Kaya took the plate of food from Aydin as he approached Typhlosion. She watched as he spoke to the Pokemon and got absolutely no reaction. Kaya's head tilted curiously. She hoped there wasn't something wrong with him. As Aydin introduced her she lifted her hand in a little wave of greeting as she approached. Though before she got near or Aydin finished a great gout of flame erupted from the fire Pokemon. Kaya was used to flames and stopped in her tracks, tossing her arm over her eyes. The heat was intense but not more than she could handle having been around Rapidash for so many years. Only momentary and the flames died down. Kaya could feel a little bead of sweat roll down her back from the sudden heat.Aydin was quick to reprimand the Pokemon for his behavior, demanding her give an apology. Typhlosion was having none of it. Turning his great head to stare into the depths of his charred burrow. Kaya opened her mouth to say she didn't need one but snapped it shut as Aydin teased the Pokemon a little. A tiny Cyndaquil at heart. Maybe he was. Just sad he was so large and unable to be close to Aydin anymore. Kaya didn't know the Pokemon and couldn't begin to understand what it might be going through. Traveling around one moment and suddenly sedentary the next. Who knew really. Though when Aydin told her to take the food she blinked at him. "Are you...sure...? I mean...wouldn't he be hungry?" She asked as she looked over a Typhlosion with a concerned frown. While he was her boss and she should do what he ordered she didn't entirely fell right not leaving the Pokemon with food.Brave, curious, stupid. Who knew what caused it. Rapidash, bold as can be, plodded up to the den entrance. Her head held high as she sniffed at the charred air. She had felt and heard the suddenly flames, wondering what caused them and if Kaya was alright. No tactics, she walked straight on towards the den entrance. Aydin could not help but admire and respect Kaya s resolve to stand so still and enduring in the face of Typhlosion s intimidation. He supposed owning a Rapidash gave her some immunity to the harsh heats of fire pokemon. Yet at her hesitating remarks on Typhlosion not getting his meal, Aydin let out a chuckle and simply shrugged it off. Discipline. He ll certainly be hungry. But he needs to learn he isn t so exceptional anymore and that he needs to eat with the rest of his family. He said pointedly, giving Typhlosion a very pointed glance. The Pokemon did not stir at the criticism at all. Aydin never followed through though. Typhlosion would emerge at his own time and Aydin would still feed him, simply because. He would always be special to Aydin s heart, one that could not help but be spoiled and given exceptions to the norm.But Typhlosion did slowly stir when another presence moved to the den entrance.Aydin knew the look well enough and reached for Kaya s wrist, trying to draw her back. Typhlosion. He warned softly but the gleam was in the pokemon s yellow eyes as his head turned and saw the owner of that mighty presence Rapidash. His paws balled into fists as he pressed them against the barren, merciless rocks, pushing himself up to his full height with a low growl as he postured himself more readily. Finally, a decent opponent who was worthy of his time! No flames sprouted from Typhlosion this time but the temperature in the cave definitely rose several degrees. The cool mountain air might seem refreshing against this heat wave.Standing tall, Typlosion was nearly man height with Aydin. His body was wrought with muscle, dancing under his fur with each little movement. I am pleased that you finally learned to stand in the presence of a lady. Well ladies. Aydin said to his Pokemon, looking back towards Rapidash near the barrow entrance. He had tugged Kaya close to him, their bodies brushing together, with his grip on her wrist still. Others were gathered just a little bit behind the horse pokemon, watchful and anxious over the potential battle about to unfold. Typhlosion had long been King among Aydin s Pokemon. Even Rhydon and Alakazam didn t lightly cross paths with him. But now there was a new challenger, one with flames and heat equal to his own. And flames did love to dance with one another.And the pair of them were right in the middle of the two Pokemon. Yours is a toughie if she can arouse Typhlosion like that. Unfortunately this den will become hotter than a volcano crater if we don t stop them. And I like having eyebrows on my face you know. And I m sure you do as well. Aydin said to Kaya. One of the two Pokemon had to retreat then, which would be a sorry blow to their pride. He didn t like the idea but then again, this was Typhlosion s burrow and they were trespassing in it. Only fair they all moved out. So he walked right up to his very tense and unhappy looking Pokemon, who looked ready to burst aflame and fight right there. The heats would be merciless. Losing their eyebrows would be the least of their problems if they got caught in the crossfire. But still, Aydin went right up to Typhlosion and put his hand on the Pokemon s chest, feeling the white fur hot like it just came off the stove. Well thank you for your polite welcome, Typhlosion. My friend Kaya is very pleased to make your acquaintance. We shall be going now. No need to show us the door. Aydin said, though Typhlosion never took his yellow eyes off of Rapidash. Come out into the sun too once in a while. It s good for your fur. And you need a bath. Aydin finished, the final remark enough to break through Typhlosion s concentration. Perfect. Aydin turned and walked towards Kaya and Rapidash, hoping they could back out as well. Not all his Pokemon were well behaved, unfortunately. Sorry about that. Aydin said with an apologetic smile to Kaya, once they were out of the cave. The mountain air was refreshing. Pokemon have the same vice of pride as us. Your Rapidash must be a Queen among her kind. Aren t you? He said to the horse pokemon next, reaching out to stroke her mane if she would let him. And if not, he would have a new blister on his hand, not the first and certainly not the last. Kaya smiled a little sadly at Typhlosion. While this solitude was self imposed she couldn't imagine how she would feel if any of her Pokemon behaved like he did. Though she didn't have long to feel sad for the odd relationship. Typhlosion suddenly stirred, eyes fixated at the entrance of the cave. Kaya looked over to see Rapidash peeking in, curious about the heat and flames. She jumped when she felt Aydin's hand on her wrist, drawing her back and away as Typhlosion began to rise along with a sweltering heat in the cave. Kaya felt herself drawn right up against Aydin as Typhlosion stood to his full height. Well at least he didn't seem bored and mopey. Shame that it was suddenly combative.Aydin's quips at Typhlosion seemed to fall on deaf ears as the temperature continued to rise. Kaya was a fan of warmth and heat but it was bordering on insufferable. She felt sweat beading along her brow and roll between her breasts. Kaya looked to the entrance and gave small gestures to try and get Rapidash to move away. Of course the sassy pokemon just tossed her head. Like she would run from a challenge. Rapidash didn't seem aware that the two humans were right in between the two fire types. Aydin's jokes made Kaya give a forced, unamused grin. "I'd prefer that too." What a time for jokes. She was pressed close to Aydin but didn't entirely register it given their predicament. As Aydin moved and approached Typhlosion Kaya backed away somewhat. She gave a polite bow of appreciation for Typhlosions "hospitality" as she continued to move to Rapidash.Outside of the sweltering den the cool breeze kissed her face and Kaya took a long, clear breath. She never thought she would be grateful for the cool breeze. "Don't be sorry. If miss Queen would have moved away it wouldn't have happened," she said with a stern look at Rapidash who tossed her head with an amused whinny. Kaya huffed a sigh but couldn't help but grin. She was a sweet, loyal friend for the most part but Aydin was right, she had her own swollen pride. Kaya was watching Rapidash and didn't even see Aydin reaching for her at first. "No wait!" She tried to stop him, lunging to grab his hand. Not quite quick enough, the flames singed him even as she snatched his wrist up, bumping into him, standing flush against his front as she held up his hand. Kaya froze a moment, her front pressed against his as she held his wrist. She took a slow breath and quickly moved back to examine his hand."Rapidash!" She rounded on the fiery horse. "That was not nice! We do not burn our friends." She scolded like a mother, complete with a hand on her hip and a shaking finger. Rapidash shook her mane and lowered her head at the scolding, an apologetic look taking over her face. "That's right young lady, you should be sorry. Go on...apologize." Rapidash looked over at Aydin. Her head lifted as she appraised him a moment before leaning over an snuffling against the side of his face and his ear. "Ok...and don't do that again...now go on." Kaya said with a little wave. Rapidash snorted and trotted away with a haughty flick of her tail. "Aydin I'm so sorry," she apologized as she turned back to him utterly forgetting formality in her embarrassed apology. "I suppose it comes with the territory with fire types huh?" She added with a wincing grin. "Come on, I'm pretty sure I have some burn heal," she said as she took his uninjured hand to take him back to the house. Her Pokemon had burned him so she would most certainly take care of him even if he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.Kaya took Aydin right to the house with Pikachu hot on their heels. "Here, sit," she said as she ushered him to sit at the table. Pikachu hopped up and sniffed at the burned hand. "Chaaaa," he murmured sadly and hopped away, quick to return with some candy to offer Aydin. Kaya came back with a can of burn heal, ice, and a clean cloth. Her touch was gentle as she lightly sprayed the burn with the medicine. Sadly it didn't work as well for humans as it did for Pokemon. She laid the cloth over and held ice on his hand, sitting a little close with her legs tucked under his chair. Kaya's features were a little pinched, frustrated and embarrassed that Rapidash would burn him like that. "I'm so sorry," she apologized again. "I just can't believe...well maybe I can...she's normally very sweet." She winced in her embarrassment once more, her fingers tightening around his hand. If Rapidash was certainly a Queen then Aydin must have been a peasant touching her without permission or decorum. His palm didn t even reach the rich mane of the horse pokemon before the flames manifested itself and lashed the inside of his hand. There was a loudhissfollowed by Aydin s gasp of pain, pulling his hand back, shaking it even as pain boiled inwards. No, the flesh hadn t been burned too badly. Just a bright blistering, red and angry, all over his palm and halfway up his fingers, making them stiff. Trying to close into a fist became very painful. Still hissing, he stuck his hand between his legs and squeezed, as if to relieve the pain.Kaya jumped at once to rebuke her pokemon. It s alright, it s alright. He said to Kaya, trying to calm her down. Angry, she looked terrifying in a way, more so than a dozen ghost Pokemon all at once. Her voice was fierce, her posture absolutely majestic and authoritative. It s my fault, Kaya. I lectured Typhlosion to be respectful in the presence of a Lady yet here I am touching one without permission. He said with a nervous chuckle. Rapidash though had a lot more courtesy and manners than his own starter, before giving him a very wet kiss on his ear. It was ticklish and sloppy, making him now press his cheek down to his shoulder to dry up the wetness. Hand squeezed between his thighs, he looked quite ridiculous for a moment.But that was a common endearment of scientists.How hot is it? Well let s touch it and find out!He only smiled back at Kaya. it does come with the territory of raising fire pokemon. You think I d be used to burns having raised a fire pokemon myself. He chuckled, straightening his head and arm out, still shaking his hand from the blistering pain. It throbbed miserably. You re wise for keeping them. He followed after her, flashing a smile to Rapidash. He didn t consider it to be her fault. Just a defense mechanism, that was all. He sat when commanded and showed the hand to Pikachu who leapt up to inspect. Exactly. He agreed with the electric type, though he didn t know what he might be agreeing to. Nidorina hopped on the table behind him and pressed her front paws to his shoulder, sniffing his ear. Magneton of course, stoic and unfeeling, just hovered about without sympathy or care for his injured master.Aydin laughed again at Kaya s apologies and misgiving. No, no, don t blame yourself. In fact it could have been worse. He said, giving her hand to her. She could have burned me all over. Or turned and booted me with her hindlegs. Really though, I feel embarrassed. I m supposed to be a researcher of Pokemon and know their behavior. Still a lot of work to go on that. He said, looking into Kaya s face as she sat across and worked n his hand. He wanted to tighten his own hand and squeeze it back around hers in encouragement and assurance. There was no reason for her to be sad! She was a perfect trainer. And beautiful too. And looking so closely to her face, it seemed all the more evident, her beauty and attractiveness. His eyes never left her face as she worked, smiling softly, eyes full of appreciation and desire.How they sat seemed very intimate. He sat on a chair, legs spread, while she sat between, her own legs under his chair. Every breath was an intake of her fragrance. The burn heal helped with the pain though and soon his fingers were twitching and moving closer into a fist with every passing moment. Nurse Joy would be jealous. He said in praise of her efforts. And even dared to reach out with his good hand and brush some of her loose hair from her face. Her features were so determined. Do something for me? Aydin asked softly, his hand grazing down from her ear where he tucked some hair behind, coming under her chin and raising it to meet his eyes. Don t blame yourself, Kaya. Please? This was all me. You ll find I can be as foolish as my pokemon sometimes. Maybe they learned it from me. But you and your pokemon, you are all regal. And beautiful. He said, looking into her eyes with a smile brighter on his lips. Thank you for this. He said, his hand moving from her cheek behind her neck, where he suddenly drew her face forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, before holding her close still and pressing his cheek to her brow in an embrace. All the pokemon around looked at them curiously. Aydin was trying so hard to get her to stop being upset over the incident. Kaya couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed Rapidash would burn him. None of his Pokemon had tried to hurt her now here they were. While it was decently well known that Rapidashs were slow to trust and would burn anyone who got too close she hadn't had a problem with her Rapidash in a long time, not since she was a Ponyta. Kaya's lips pressed to a firm, hard line as Aydin tried valiantly to assuage her misgivings while she tended to his burnt hand. At least he could move his fingers a little already. While she stared pointedly at his hand, holding the ice, her lips twitched to a minuscule smile with his Nurse Joy comment. He was awfully sweet and trying to hard to make her feel better.Kaya didn't see his hand move and jumped a little in surprise as she felt his warm digits graze across her face to tuck back her hair. The fine, delicate touch sent an exciting and uncomfortable jolt across her flesh. Though his wandering fingers didn't stop there and wound their way to her chin. Kaya obliged his touch and gentle question, her face lifted to look straight at him, guilt and worry still knitting her brow. Another near pleading for her to stop blaming herself for his injury. For a moment she considered possibly forgiving herself before her thoughts scattered. Regal and beautiful? Her ears filled with a buzzing at the comment and bright, disarming smile. A fine red dusting blossomed on her cheeks. Her body felt suddenly stiff but electrified, like being shocked by Pikachu. She couldn't resist as his hand slipped behind her neck and drew her close.A gentle, chaste kiss on the forehead. The gently blushing turned to a furious shade of red, her ear burning as hot as Typhlosion's cave. Kaya blinked, still frozen, as he nestled his cheek against her suddenly scorching brow. Her heart tripled in pace as he just held her there. Not imprisoned, just an embrace. He was warm and she felt oddly comforted being held there. All at once Kaya relaxed with a small sigh and closed her eyes. She had to admit she rather enjoyed it. No! That was stupid! They had only just met, this was ridiculous! He was just trying to get her to stop worrying over the burn. Well he did kiss her, but it was just on the forehead. A simple gesture friends and family did plenty. Of course he did call her beautiful. But he was her boss! This was utterly inappropriate. Through each warring though her body tensed and relaxed at odd intervals. This was so wrong but it felt so nice! Why did it have to be so weird and confusing? This was ridiculous.That image flashed through her head again and Kaya winced. Suddenly she sat back, putting some distance between them and released his hand. "Thank you...Aydin..." she stammered as she pushed herself to her feet. "I...uh...yeah, will have a talk with Rapidash tomorrow. She probably won't do it again. Yes. Uhm, don't leave the ice on too long ok?" Kaya turned and picked up Pikachu who had been staring with his head cocked curiously to the side. Humans were odd. "It's been...a very eventful day, maybe we should get some sleep. Goodnight," she said with a quick, stiff bow before scurrying off for bed, shutting the door a bit louder than she had intended. He might hear her back hit the closed door and the slow slide to the floor. Her face still on fire and her mind a storming whirlwind of excited confusion. "What am I doing Pikachu?" She asked the electric mouse quietly. Of course he had no answer but recognized the distress and nuzzled into her. Kaya sat on the floor, her back against the door, for a good while, gently stroking Pikachu's back.Finally she hauled herself up and got ready for bed. Things would be clearer come the morning. As usual Rapidash posted herself outside of Kaya's room, the curtains thrown back to let the fire Pokemon's light shine in.Kaya was up with the sun the next morning and got coffee going. She wasn't sure what to say when she saw Aydin. The sudden departure from the embrace and hasty goodnight wasn't exactly polite or graceful. So instead of even worrying about facing Aydin Kaya quickly downed a mug of coffee and rushed outside to start looking after the Pokemon. Things would clear up with time right? That seemed to make the most sense. Maybe it would be a decent day for a trip to town too. She still wanted to take Gyrados to the Pokemon Center before releasing him into the lake with the others. With the speed Kaya burst out of the kitchen, Aydin realized he had overstepped. At once an icy grip of fear and anxiety gripped his body, unable to do nothing more but mournfully watch her flee. A stinging hollowness filled the void next and soon a raging sorrow, as he berated himself for getting too excited.Fool, what were you thinking?He should have left it well alone. He was her boss! Her employer! There were many lines that he crossed here and for what? A shot at love, affection, intimacy? There was a reason why he was out here. Not of his own choosing. Yet it did get lonely and solitary out here. Who wanted to live like that forever?He had made his move though and of that he could be free of shame. But the result was still biting and hurtful. He sighed and slumped back in his chair and despite the presence of his pokemon, felt more alone. Night. He murmured, moments late, to no one in particular. The way she shut the door nearly made him wince. It was definitely over for them now. She would be gone by morning or the day and he would be back to square one.In any case, you tried.Sleeping that night was a horrendous ordeal. He awoke late and groggy, still wracked by nervousness and regret. He should have left well alone on it! He dragged himself to his labours though. He showered, dressed, and was going to act like nothing ever happened. That would probably be best for all right? Talking about it would only bring up those feelings once again, leading to awkwardness. Let it slide, hopefully she forgave him, and all could continue as before. He would be stuck on the outside watching her, forlorn in his hope, always desiring, but his pokemon would have a caretaker who was attentive to them and his research could proceed at least. It was a sacrifice he could make. He didn t want to, but he had to. Instead he came downstairs and found Kaya already out and about, with coffee made for him. It looked as if she didn t even have breakfast! Had she fled already?Looking outside though, he saw her at work. That was a good sign at least. But not talking to him? That was worse. He slugged around for a bit, making breakfast, hoping she might pop back in and be convinced to have a bite. She did not appear, though he left her a bun and some bacon under wraps should she ever find an appetite again. There was nothing he would do. He didn t want to bring his awkwardness out there around his pokemon. Who knew how they might react to his unsteady emotion. Aydin was glad only Magneton followed him around, the metal robotic pokemon being unfeeling and stoic. Together, they went down into the cellar and he was able to bury himself in his work from dawn right until dusk. He thought his next experimental phase would go well. Something had to for him, or he might lose his mind.Morning turned to noon and noon turned to dusk. Cloudy skies began to drift in, bringing darkness a little bit early. The pokemon, used to such weather changes, were unphased, and hyperactive around Kaya whom they enjoyed. For the first time in a while many would slumber feeling content and satisfied with exertions and activities. Aydin made no appearance from his lab. The data kept compiling erroneously. He knew it was a lack of focus from his awkward gesture with Kaya but he refused to give up, growing agitated as he reran the program over and over again and drank cold coffee as he watched it compile again and again. Nothing.The time for dinner had passed. Aydin did not emerge. The pokemon would be well fed and restive. Kaya had the entire house to herself it seemed. A full twenty hour period had passed since Aydin last saw her.Or any other human being.But others saw them. And when the cover of night fell, they made their move. The trees to the north of the home, where none of Aydin s pokemon wandered, is where they struck. The first sign? The ground began to rumble, followed by a gigantic explosion that rocked the foundations of the house even more. Despite the room shaking, Aydin paused with little twitch or reflex, staring at his cup of cold coffee, the liquid shaking. From the windows above, a very bright orange glow would soon shine in. A great patch of the trees were aflame. Aydin came up, scratching his head in wonder.Had Typhlosion been bothered by a pack of Gravelers who dug right into his den?No. Aydin looked out the window..and saw the shape of thePokemon among the burning wood. He recognized it immediately and who it belonged to. Without a word to anyone else, not even his own pokemon who could help him, he burst outside and stood, with the entire patch of the northern forest burning and lighting up the night sky. He wasn t worried about the pokemon. It wasn t wild. It stared back at him, almost smirking in challenge. Aydin only gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, glaring into the blaze, waiting for its owner to reveal themselves.Xatu was perched above on the house, watchful as well.The hound pokemon, invisible almost had it been dark, raised its head again and unleashed yet another fire blast. This one flew past Aydin and struck some of the trees nearer to the house, sending them alight.Yet Aydin did not react or move. He would not be intimidated. Yet even now he could hear some frightened cries of his pokemon. For most, this one pokemon was out of their league. He knew there would be others. Strong trainers, who did not collect, but focused on a small, elite group to carry them through. He had to be smart about this Foolish and childish. Even as Kaya fed the Pokemon she chided herself in her reactions she wondered how she could face him again. Of course she would have to. She certainly didn't want to leave the ranch, that was downright silly. So unsure, so torn, so conflicted she had simply fled from Aydin. The Pokemon sensed something was amiss as she fed them in their designated group. While she was always kind and sweet to them there was an awkward stiffness in her motions. More often than not she would stop and groan, pinching the bridge of her nose. This was terrible. Eventually she got through the routine of feeding and went back into the house. Maybe she would run into him and could say something, anything. She didn't see him but noticed the bun he had left her. Kaya smiled at the bun and took it, heading back outside.Noon came and went. Kaya played with the Pokemon, exercised them and took a lap around the property on Rapidash. Despite the light chill summer was well on its way. Honestly she couldn't wait for the waves of heat to roll across the mountains. As she managed to relax a few ideas of what to say wiggled their way into her mind but each one seemed stiff, in genuine. Of course she at least wanted to apologize but she could barely put into words her own thoughts on the matter let alone try and convey them. Hell, she wondered if just outright kissing him would be explanation enough. No, that idea made her cringe a little too. No doubt she would end up botching it. Crack her teeth on his or something dumb. "Rapidash, what am I going to do?" She asked her faithful companion. The Pokemon had no answers for her though.Clouds rolled in and Kaya went in to start on dinner. Maybe a decent meal would be apology enough. Still no sign of Aydin. Not for the first time she wondered where he disappeared to all day. Perhaps he had an office up in his bedroom. Her face flared with heat for a moment. Don't think about his bedroom. Right on the heels of that thought was the reminder of their encounter in the bathroom. Why were things so awkward and difficult? Kaya prepped some rice and stir fry for their meal, leaving the rice to cook as she heated up oil and cut up strips of meat and vegetables. Maybe she was just being ridiculous and stupid, everything would turn out fine. Right? Right.The ground rumbled, making the house shiver underfoot. Kaya froze at the tremors. Pikachu perked up. "Pika pi!" He shouted, pointing at the window. At least Kaya had the forethought to shut off the burners before trotting to the window. A bright orange glow filled the trees. Another great tremor that nearly buckled her knees followed. Kaya didn't know what was going on but the Pokemon were out there. "Come on Pikachu!" She called and bolted out the door. Pikachu gave chase and a mighty leap onto her shoulder. The forest was aflame. Deep in the burning flames a dark shape manifested. Kaya's breath caught. Sudden heavy steps alerted her to Aydin's appearance. Every care and worry that had plagued her mind the day was wiped away as the hellish looking Pokemon emerged.The sudden fireball yanked a startled shout out of Kaya. The flames bursting against trees uncomfortably close to the house. Unbidden her hand reached out and took hold of Aydin's arm. A comforting and grounding measure. She didn't know what was going on but could feel how tense Aydin was. Distantly she could hear the frightened cries of the Pokemon. She wasn't called but Rapidash galloped up to their side, tossing her head and stomping her hooves in warning and challenge. They could really use the aid of the water Pokemon. A shame that her strongest couldn't fight well on land. Butterfree and Fearrow wouldn't be much use against a powerful fire type. All she could use was Rapidash and Pikachu. "Is it...wild...?" She asked Aydin. A foolish question. Why would a trained Pokemon show up just to burn down the forest? "Pikachu and Rapidash should be able to handle it..." she said with only a small note of apprehension. What about Typhlosion? Though with all those fire types battling they might completely burn down the forest Aydin was so focused on the coming threat he had nearly forgotten about Kaya, nearly jumping at the unexpectedness of her words. What are you doing here? He snapped instead, looking concerned. You need to find cover. This is going to be dangerous. No, it s not wild Aydin said, turning back to face the Houndoom in the woods, fire jutting from between its sharp, snarling teeth.He recognized the Pokemon, who it was, who it belonged to.Behind him, Rhydon and Alakazam were making their way over. Dragonair watched them not twenty feet away by the shoreline, while other water pokemon crowded by the shore with some other ones. Magneton hovered over, always by Aydin s shoulder. Raticate, Arbok, Jolteon and Wartortle also joined him. They were always ready for a fight. This isn t your fight, Kaya Aydin began to say, until womanish laughter rang through the woods. There came a tremendous sound of wood cracking and suddenly a great tree in front of Aydin began to fall over, landing with a crash. Upon the stump was too figures shrouded in black.Shit, not now and why here?!Aydin thought, balling his hands into fists. He felt a cold shrill when he heard the laugh. Then came the words. Prepare for trouble! The woman declared, the fires illuminating her. Golden hair fell in tresses around her shoulder, while a black cap was situated on her head. She had wide blue eyes and a smirking expression. She was dressed in black, a top emblazoned proudly with a redR, and her fine abdomen on display through a midriff gap in her shirt. The other was male, also in black, long sleeved, with white boots and gloves. His cap hung low over one eye, the other alight with the cold gleam of battle. Make it double. He added after the girl. To protect the world from devastation. The woman stated. To unite all peoples within our nation. The male said. To denounce the evils of truth and love! The girl said, with a particular emphasis on the wordlove. To extend our reach to the stars above! The male added, pointing a long arm to the night sky in a poetic gesture. Cossette. The blonde girl announced herself. Cedric! The male introduced himself. Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light! Surrender now, or prepare to fight! They said in unison. Mime! Exclaimed Mr. Mime who leapt in front of them.A very powerful psychic pokemon.The Houndoom was in front of Cedric, while he was flanked by a Bayleef and Nidoking. In front of Cossette was the Mr. Mime, a Scizor, and a Gengar. They all looked ready for a fight. The battle lines were drawn but Aydin stepped forward, unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves. What the hell do you two want? He demanded of them. You know exactly what we want,Aydin. Cossette sneered at him. Her confidence was lost, replaced by a cold anger. But Cedric kept his cool, smirking all the while. Give up, Aydin. You know you can t win. Cedric warned him. Oh, give me a break. Aydin threw up his hands. You re both hopefully outnumbered and outmatched. I don t got time for this. Find a rake and fix that grass you just upset. He said dismissively and he turned to go, intent on taking Kaya with him. This wasn t worth his time. Mime! Cossette s Mr. Mime said, waving his hands. Aydin walked flat into an invisible wall, smacking his face and stumbling back. He held his nose, stinging with pain. Someone needs new glasses. Cossette stated.Aydin growled and turned back around. You want a fight then eh? Alright then. He said, still intent on it being his fight. Kaya, go inside. Go and find Ampharos too. I need her. He urged her quickly. Ampharos, tough and steady as she was, was in a complete state of chaos from all the fire and explosion, running in circles and waving her arms. She needed guidance only and would fight if necessary. Aydin would need her. For now though, he had ample Pokemon.Cossette and Cedric both chuckled. Get em, boys! Cedric said and all the present Pokemon jumped to battle. At first it seemed an equal match. Dragonair shot a hyperbeam at Mr. Mime, who blocked it with another mirror wall. Nidoking and Rhydon clashed into each other like sumo wrestlers. Jolteon fired an electric shock, backed by Arbok s poison sting, towards Houndoom who leapt aside far quicker. Alakazam using his psychic powers shredded a whole tree of twig, branch, and leaf, uprooting it from the ground and launching it at Gengar. The ghost pokemon s eyes glowed and stopped the tree midair. It was immediately blasted out of the air when Bayleef launched razor sharp leaves through the air. Wartortle took cover in his shell but Raticate was not so lucky, knocked aside from the attack. Magneton came rippling with electricity but Scizor flashed in front of him, driving Magneton back.Then it went downhill. All of Cedric and Cossette s pokemon switched targets.Scizor was first, using a double team attack to create a mirror image which distracted Magneton. He appeared immediately behind Arbok, knocking the snake down with several fury swipes to its back. That allowed Houndoom to fire a flamethrower at Rhydon, who had to turn to block it. Before Jolteon could move to back up the rock pokemon, Nidoking stomped his foot and a spear of rock burst out of the ground, striking the electric pokemon doubly as hard. Wartortle tried to blast Nidoking in his moment of weakness but Gengar was behind him. No one saw what happened but Wartortle fell over, paralyzed and dumb struck. Bayleef and Nidoking both faced off against Alakazam, who fell back. Dragonair tried to intervene with another blast, but it was weakened, coming so soon after the first, and it was easy for Houndoom and Mr. Mime to cancel out that attack by themselves.And now it was four against six. Magneton, Rhydon, Alakazam rallied around Aydin.Typhlosion, his best, was nowhere to be seen.He could really use Ampharos too about now. And his mother s Xatu watched unmoved and passive from top of the house. He had to think of others too! Dragonair, save the others. Use your watergun! Aydin said to her, but Cossette and Cedric just laughed. So much for numbers. It s quality, not quantity my friend. Cedric said. I ll show you Aydin began to say, taking a step forward. Careful! Cossette warned and smack on, Aydin walked into another invisible mirror wall set by her Mr. Mime. He staggered back again, clutching his face in pain. That was really starting to hurt. The shrill, echoing laugh caught all attention to the dark figures appearing from smoke and flame. Kaya tensed as the pair revealed and began in a painful, familiar duet. Her blood ran cold, blood drained from her face as that pitiful poem echoed across the grass. Team Rocket. Why were they even there? To steal Pokemon of course. Stark, painful memories flooded back. Kaya notably cringed at the mere presence of the vile thieves. Distantly she could hear Aydin shouting at them and the pair responding but the words were lost. Everything sounded somehow faint, her vision dark and blurred. All she could think of, hear, smell, feel was the darkness of a cave and the crushing loneliness of loss and defeat. Fury and fear warred sending an odd, hot trill through her body. Her chest felt tight and her throat hot. She wanted to cry and scream, a violence she hadn't known before took hold. Cry, scream, rage, punch, anything to stop the whirling war in her head.Aydin's voice calling her name snapped her out of it, if only a little. Enough to grasp he wanted her somehow out of the way, out of the fight, but to go find Ampharos. "Ampharos...?" She echoed back momentarily puzzled. Her head shook a little, had to think clearer. Kaya looked around for the Pokemon, seeing her running about in surprised terror. Had to take care of the Pokemon. She managed a short, sharp nod and ran off for the electric Pokemon as the battle broke out behind her. The sound would be terrifying, the clash of powerful titans, for the uninitiated. Kaya glanced back as the Pokemon waged war on one another. For a brief moment the fight seemed even. Satisfied she kicked up her feet and ran as quickly as she could to Ampharos."Hey...hey now..." she called out gently. It wasn't working, the electric type was in a state of pure panic. Kaya reached out and caught one of the stubby little arms she received a jolting shock for her efforts. She yelped some but hung on. The Pokemon seemed to recognize the sound and at least stopped shocking her and running about. "Yeah...that's it. Everything's ok," she said with a forced grin, her hair standing a little on edge. "Aydin...Aydin needs you now. Your friends need you." Kaya looked back at the fight. Tides had turned. Aydin's Pokemon weren't fairing well all of a sudden. Her breath caught in her chest. At least Alakazam was there but where was Typhlosion? His first and his strongest. "Come on now, let's get in there." Fuck league rules. When it came to Team Rocket rules no longer applied.As Kaya shepherded Ampharos over her own Pokemon appeared. Rapidash, Pikachu, Butterfree, and Fearrow had all come. Fuck rules. "Butterfree, Fearrow, use gust and sand attack!" The two flapped their wings, kicking up dust and sand into a whirling screen. Rapidash and Pikachu leapt into the screen to join in on the fight. Kaya gave Ampharos a gentle push towards Aydin to guide her into the fight while Kaya turned on her heel and disappeared into the whirling cloud of dust. The violence and fury caught up with her. She wasn't much of a fighter, not like Koichi from the Saffron Dojo, but she was angry enough.Kaya sprinted out of the rolling wind and dust cloud and right as Cossette. She took the crook by surprise and pushed all of her weight into her fist. Her knuckles connected with the girl's exposed stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Except Kaya pushed too much force into the punch and sent them both reeling and tumbling to the ground. Cossette recovered quickly, despite the ache in her gut she had at least not gotten the wind knocked out of her. What ensued was a more viscious catfight than between two Persians fighting over a Rattata toy. Hanks of hair were grabbed and pulled. Fists flew but were clumsy at best. The two women whirled and tumbled together, profanities were shrieked into the smokey night sky. The dust storm cleared as the two flying types heard the fury and distress of their trainer letting all present witness the fury of two women.Shrieks of fury and pain filled the night air as they writhed and tumbled, trying to get in hits or simply rip out hair. The sound of clothing being rent on rocks or caught between the two joined in the cacophony. Every possible derogatory word for woman kind was screamed as they rolled and tumbled together. Kaya threw every ounce of hate for the organization into her attacks on Cossette which, unfortunately, weren't that great. Mostly she just wanted to hurt the woman as much as possible. It made her feel better. Better about the past, better about the present. Nothing shy of divine intervention would stop the whirl of violence Kaya had unleashed Aydin was starting to get real annoyed. The snickers of the Team Rocket duo fluttered all around to him as he straightened up, one hand still over his face, his glasses a little lopsided on his face. Was he bleeding? It felt like it but there was none. Getting hit on the nose, twice, was extremely painful though. He had his Pokemon behind him, Magneton, Rhydon, Alakazam, with Ampharos waving her stubby arms as she began to approach them. So Kaya did her job! He just hoped she could get to safety with the others. This was going to be a vicious battle.Just as he was about to give the command to attack however, tremendous winds came screaming through, along with a storm of dust and dirt that shrouded everything.Another Team Rocket trick? Rhydon, Ampharos, Alakazam, stand back to back! Cover each other! Magneton, get high above, use your Lock On move, locate where they are in this storm! Aydin ordered, holding a sleeve over his mouth so he didn t get a mouth full of dust. Magneton took off high into the scream, before it was set upon by a hail of razor sharp leaves! Magneton avoided them and Aydin saw Cedric emerge from the dust, along with his Houndoom and Bayleef. Then Nidoking behind him, holding a very large slab of rock.Which the pokemon proceeded to fling at Aydin.Alakazam used his psychic powers to fling his master aside, while Rhydon stepped forward and caught the huge boulder, before crushing it into several smaller rocks and pebbles in his claws. Ampharos, alerted then by Magneton through some electro magnetic wave, gave a shriek before unleashing thunderous bolts in all directions in the sandstorm. One bounced harmlessly off Nidoking s exterior, the rock pokemon mostly immune to it, and Houndoom nimbly leapt aside to dodge. But Cedric s Bayleef got hit full on, crying out in pain as it got shocked and collapsed. Aydin grinned from where he lay on the grass.Cedric gritted his teeth. They told him Aydin was good. Houndoom, fire blast! Alakazam, psybeam! Aydin called out. The two forces blew apart rifts in the sandstorm and struck each other, causing a tremendous purplish explosion that swept over all. Houndoom, quick as ever, was already on the move and at Alakazam s flank, ready to unleash another. But to no avail. The fire blast went right through Alakazam, who left a decoy duplicate image of himself. Ampharos was alerted again by Magneton and sent forth another thunder bolt but the Houndoom escaped it. God, what were they feeding that hound? As for Alakazam though, he landed himself in a bind as Cossette s Gengar was waiting for him. Aydin could hear his Alakazam cry out, struggling against Gengar who got the drop on him, but Aydin couldn t see any of it. Where had this dust storm come from?And then there was the Scizor, even faster than the Houndoom. With Alakazam out of the trio, Scizor appeared behind Rhydon and Ampharos, hitting them both with a series of fury swipes. Damnit, he was outmatched here! Bayleef reappeared, catching Ampharos in a bind of vines, but Ampahros began to flail so massively the grass pokemon struggled to even keep hold. Rhydon, faced by Houndoom and Scizor, looked troubled. But then all Pokemon seemed to pause, as a new sound came over the winds. Even Cedric looked puzzled. And then Aydin heard it too.It sounded like two cats ripping into each other. And as the dust began to settle, a grotesque shape became visible in the new light. No, it wasn t a grotesque shape of some new, strange Pokemon. It was two women engaged in a horrific fight of slapping, hair pulling, and all sorts of dirty tricks. The jaws of the men both dropped as they just watched. Helpless. And amazed.This wasn t how one settled their disputes! Even Cossette s powerful Mr. Mime was in a panic, holding his head with his gloved hands, jumping from one foot to the other. Aydin and Cedric exchanged a glance, then ran to the two women. Unfortunately, Aydin caught someone s elbow under his jaw but he managed to pull Kaya off of Cossette, while Cedric did the same. Cossette immediately shoved Cedric off, heaving with fury, her blonde hair all disheveled over her face. She brought a hand up to sweep it back behind her head, only to find some of her strands loose in her hand. Her blue eyes went wide with shock. You little harpy! You know how many perms I had to sit through at the salon! I ll kill you! She hissed murderously at Kaya. All of Cossette s pokemon jumped to her side, though they were more terrified of Cossette s temper tantrum over her once flawless hair than the actual battle. It was giving all sides a chance to recover.But almost every male, human or pokemon, felt uneasy at the sight of the two women clawing each other half to death. I can t be seen like this! Cossette wailed vainly. I ll get you for this Aydin. You and that ruthless bitch! How dare you ! Cedric tried to offer an encouraging remark but she slapped him off, turning around to storm off, stomping her feet, gripping her torn hair in one hand. You ll pay for this...uh Aydin. Cedric said with a warning point of his finger.I ve paid for enough of her permsAydin thought bitterly. Don t come around here again if you know what s good for you. He threatened back, one of his arms looped around Kaya s waist to hold her back. I ll show you what s good for you! Cedric snapped. Good. I ll show you too! Aydin said. Cedric followed after Cossette, their pokemon glaring before following. Burning trees and small clouds of dust still hovered about. A few water pokemon were pre emptively soaking the outside of the house to keep it from burning. Fires raged around Typhlosion s barrow. The pokemon did not seemed concerned at all to even come out and check. If anyone tried to follow Team Rocket, they would run smack into an invisible wall left by Mr. Mime. Well that was something. Aydin said to Kaya, releasing her. A fiery tree tipped over and crashed nearby. Nothing to do about that. The forest of course would heal itself over time. The wild pokemon had much fiercer battles by themselves. You must have had training as a Pokemon yourself. Are you a Ditto in disguise? Where did you learn to fight like that? And why? Aydin asked, gripping Kaya by her shoulders. He never seen such fire, or even expected it, in Kaya to begin with. You can t just murder Team Rocket. I know they re evil but killing them makes you no better. Kaya was no Pokemon, no fighting master but she was angry. Beyond furious and determined to cause as much physical pain as possible. At least as much as the emotional pain they'd once made. Not once, every time she looked at Gloom she felt it welling again. She had never felt such blood lust coursing her veins. Maiming or murder she didn't care. She screeched right back at Cossette as the two tumbled together. Neither was fully aware of anything else happening. Cossette just trying to fight back and defend herself. Kaya felt her elbow connect with something but ignored it. She gave one more yank at Cossette's hair before she was bodily pulled off.Kaya struggled against the force pulling her away from her target. Though she settled down as she saw the damage she had inflicted. Cossette's hair was a frizzing mess, her lip bleeding, scratches on her cheek oozed freely, a large and fresh bruise blooming on her bared stomach. With her blood settling down Kaya could feel the aches and stings from her own injuries. Her lip was also split, her nose leaking blood from the right nostril, her left eye hurt like hell and was a little swollen, certain to be a shiny bruise by morning. While her hair was straight as a pin it was tangled and dishelved, strands of it sticking to the blood on her cheek from scratching. Her ribs ached too, likely bruised, and her elbow from whatever she had hit.Cossette's shrieking curses just made Kaya grin, an almost insane look given her bruised and bloodied face. Her own Pokemon responded, lining up nearby, uneasy but ready to fight again if necessary. Rapidash had an odd, almost amused gleam in her amber eyes, tossing her head approvingly. "Shame to waste all that salon money on a grimer like you," Kaya hissed back at Cossette. Their little threats were nothing though rather than go on Cossette marched off in righteous fury and indignation. Kaya stepped forward with a little growl, all too ready for a second round, but felt an arm encircle her waist. She glanced back and looked up at Aydin as he held her back, tossing his own warning against their return.The crackling of the burning forest and the steady stream of the water pokemon slowly seeped into her head. Kaya could hear normally again, feel normally. Her heart didn't pound so hard and her breathing as settling back to normal. Aydin released her and she looked around at the devastation the Houndoom had wreaked on the forest. Aydin's comments focused her attentions on him and she turned as he lightly accused her of being a Ditto in disguise. She grinned and quietly laughed at the quip. His questions, though, she wasn't certain how to answer but his short, single sentence lecture set a small frown on her face."Team Rocket is the worst and they deserve nothing less," she said with more poison than an Arbok. "I don't know how to fight....I just...wanted to hurt her. Hurt her more than..." Kaya's body tensed, a hand reaching up to lay over his as he held her shoulders. "Team Rocket took my Charmander when I was just starting my training." She said as she glared down at their feet. In their glow of the fire her face burned a dark, furious red. "Gloom, Oddish at the time, tried to help fight back but...we were all too weak...I know fighting like that isn't in regulations but nothing they do is!" Kaya finally looked back up at Aydin, hot angry tears mixing with the blood on her face. "They're evil and I hate all of them! I don't care if it's wrong they deserve it! Using Pokemon for crime, stealing Pokemon, they're disgusting and vile! Besides I wasn't going to kill her, just punch her until I felt better." He honestly did not know what had come over Kaya. Even her body seemed to burn hot, more so than the forest around, at her desire for fury and fists. The pokemon, so used to fighting on their trainer s behalf, had probably never witnessed a trainer and another actually fighting themselves. Even Aydin was a little confused. And somewhat terrified of Kaya s strength himself.Because after all, he was not innocent himself.She did not truly understand what had happened here. And after hearing her reasons why she fought so violently, Aydin was a little more worried for his own health. He knew certain elements of Team Rocket were not above such petty things like theft and stealing. But overall, they did whatever was necessary for the furthering of their goals, right or wrong.But when he saw the tears welling up in her face, stung no doubt by the memory of the loss of her Charmander, Aydin could think of nothing else but making Kaya happy. He turned her to face him, hands on her shoulders, looking with his own frown into her face. Of all the dangers inherent to this place, I should have known to mention Team Rocket. I am sorry for what happened to you, to your Charmander. You had every right to lash out for what they did. I am sorry you couldn t land even more punches. Evidently it was not enough to make you feel better, eh? Aydin said, offering her a slight smile, reaching up to cup her cheek and caress it gently.With the burning fire and the mist of water, it cast a surreal sensation about them. Just two trainers, in the midst of ruin and destruction. Kaya, he said softly into her face, you were beautiful out there though. Very brave to rush into smoke and fire like that. You deserve all the loyalty and love from your pokemon if you fight that fiercely for them, rather than letting them fight for you. That is very admirable. Commendable. Aydin chuckled lightly. His hand was still on her cheek, his thumb caressing just beneath her lower lip. Before he knew it, he could not help himself. Aydin leaned forward and put another kiss upon her lips. Nothing else seemed to matter. Not the forest. Not the pokemon. Not the brazen attack or Team Rocket.Or even his own secret.All he knew in that moment was his attraction and desire for Kaya Murasakino, a kind hearted and fiercely compassionate woman. A beautiful woman. A beautiful trainer. He kissed her and drew closer to bring her into a tighter embrace, his body pressing to hers. No, those few punches did not make her feel much better. The concern on Aydin s face, however, was doing a passable job. Kaya hadn t meant to blurt all of that out and cry like a little girl over it. She was just overwhelmed by everything. Even if he had mentioned the possible presence of Team Rocket she would never have been prepared to encounter them. She thought she had been over it. As much as one could be over having a beloved partner kidnapped. Clearly it was something she hadn t managed to work through or fully get over, even with her amazing team. Aydin s attempt at comfort and the tiny smile at least made the tears stop flowing and she managed an equally tiny smile back. Though when his hand reached up to caress her cheek she froze up and blinked up at him. His hand was warm and soothing against her skin. Perhaps hard to see in the semi dark her face took on a faint flush and she glanced away briefly, very suddenly reminded of the previous night.Her name on his tongue, spoken so softly and gently, brought her gaze back to him. His compliments and praise just deepened the flush, her cheeks and ears suddenly set ablaze. She didn t think anything she did was particularly commendable. He had been right: she had acted like a thug. Even still the guilt of having Charmander kidnapped burned in her and she would do anything to prevent a Pokemon getting stolen ever again. Distracted enough she didn t register Aydin leaning in close, the delicate movement of his thumb below her lips. Only at the last moment, when his face was close enough she could see speckles of dust on his glasses, did she realize what he was doing.Kaya went utterly still, her eyes wide in surprise as Aydin s lips graced her own. Breath halted as she stared forward in her shock. Yet it only took a moment for her surprise to dissolve. She struggled to admit to herself before that she was attracted to him, far more than she should be. Scolded herself for thinking of her boss in such a manner. None of it surface as she melted against him. Her hands relaxed, one sliding down to rest on his hip while the other journeyed up to lay against his neck. Amethyst eyes shuttered as she returned the sweet, lingering kiss.Time had a strange way of pausing and speeding up. It seemed to stand still for them. The crackling burn and steamy hiss of the burning forest being extinguished by the Pokemon softened to silence. All she could hear was the steady, hard thrumming of her heart. Slowly Kaya backed out of the kiss, eyes fluttering open to look up at Aydin. Words froze on her tongue. Time sped back up, the sound of contained destruction returned. Her gaze was a little distant, with a wistful smile on her lips. Then her eyes focused in and she noted the blood on his lips. Kaya gave a small, sheepish, laugh and reached up to wipe the blood off with her thumb. Maybe we should make sure the Pokemon are ok and get cleaned up? She suggested. Though given her steady grip on his hip and her hand against his jaw spoke volumes different than her words. Again, Aydin could not explain what had come over him. Never mind the blood on her lips, which he tasted as he engulfed hers. There was nothing in the world that could dare impede the fulfillment of his desire and attraction in that moment. It felt like he was standing on the edge of ruin and world devastation, though in his mind he knew it would turn out okay. It was just him and Kaya in his thoughts. And the taste of her lips. Anxiety coursed through him, half thinking she might push him back and once again flee in awkwardness, rejection, or disgust. Each terrified him. Yet the fears were hardly remembered in the next moment when she returned the kiss, her hands moving onto his own body.Employer. Boss. None of that mattered. They had stood and fought together against a common foe. They joined as one, their bodies molded, his chest to hers, as if to join their beating hearts. Nothing else filtered into his thoughts. The spell broke when Kaya finally drew back, a look upon her face that Aydin found adorable as his own eyes peered open. In just that look, a lifetime seemed to fly by. Yet it was too short. Her hand came up, wiping unseen blood on his lips, laughing her pretty laugh. Her words finally shattered his dream, bringing him back to reality.Burning bush. Crackling wood. And his pokemon either huddling together in safety or the water types in teams as they combatted the flames, securing his home. They deserved his love and loyalty too. Despite Kaya s suggestion, she didn t seem eager to break into it. And Aydin was glad for it, for he felt the same way. They, and the forest, have endured it before. They will be alright. He said, looking around to do a quick check himself. No serious injuries. Nothing that needed potions or full revives. A trip to the Pokemon Center in Silvertown could handle it.Some of the Pokemon were even stalking back to their usual haunts. Alakazam into the forest, unbothered by the fact his tree was a burnt cinder. Rhydon into the ridge side, back to his stones. Ampharos stood behind the water pokemon, silently panicking despite their successful efforts. The goofballs were fine. Taking Kaya s hands in his own, holding one, he slowly started to lead her back to the house. First walking backwards, as he did not wish to take his eyes off of her, their conjoined arms swinging listlessly. But soon an urgency was on him for some strange reason and a haste came into his step even as they got to the door. He brought her inside, kissed her cheek and bid her sit on a couch while he found a wet cloth.He joined her on the couch, intimately closer, one hand snaking behind her neck to hold her steady, fingernails grazing softly over her skin, while his other hand wiped around her lips. It was humorous to think of her as needing aid, not after the punches she had thrown. Once he was done with her face, he leaned forward to share another kiss, long, but chaste. A press of lips to lips. A kiss of gratitude.Then he took her hands and looked at her knuckles, bloodied and bruising. How very unladylike. He joked, looking back to her eyes with a teasing gleam in his own. I have regular, human potion in my room. And other painkillers beside. Aydin said pointedly, never losing his smile. Then he stood, still holding her hands. Come with me. He asked her, an invite, asking for her consent, for he still knew she could just as easily turn and withdraw from this. He wanted her to feel safe about, secure in the knowledge she wasn t doing anything wrong.But if she came with him, upstairs, both their lives would be undoubtedly changed forever. While Kaya wasn't entirely ready to let go of Aydin she knew there were other duties. Her words were quickly dismissed. Aydin was confident of the surrounding forest and the Pokemon. That didn't entirely stop him from looking up and having a quick look around himself. Kaya still hadn't let go, though her hand on his jaw dropped to rest on the other side of his hip. She glanced around as well, the world around them growing darker as the water types extinguished the flames. A nervous shiver raced through her, hands a little tighter on Aydin's hips. At least the Pokemon all seemed alright. Her own had settled with the others, Lapras aiding in the last of the extinguishing efforts.All seemed well. Aydin shifted, peeling her hands off his hips, and led her to the house. She smiled at him in the quickly encroaching darkness, wrapping her fingers around his as they headed in. First at a leisurely pace, unable to keep foolish grins off their pace, arms joined and swinging listlessly. Then something took over Aydin, his pace increased to a near jog to the house. Honestly Kaya was alright with that. Never mind the strange, giddy excitement bubbling up in her chest she was ready to get back to a well lit home. Kaya couldn't wipe the face splitting grin off her face, certainly not with the gentle kiss to her cheek. She obliged him and moved to the couch as he fetched a wet cloth.Despite the last few minutes she jumped a little as he sat so close. Her heart thrummed against her chest as his hand snaked around the back of her neck. A trill raced down her spine with the light scraping of his nail on her flesh. She held still for him, hands resting on his leg, as he gently cleaned the blood off her face. His touch was so deft, so gentle, she barely winced. Luckily the active bleeding had stopped from her nose and lip. Kaya's chest tightened as every corner of her body seemed to fill with a nervous excitement. Only made worse when the cloth was set aside and he leaned in to task her lips again. Her heart gave a stuttering thud at the contact though she was far quicker to return the affections.Aydin pulled away first to examine her bruised and bloodied knuckles. They would probably be worse if she actually knew how to throw a punch. His joke brought out a soft laugh. "Don't know the meaning of the word," she quipped back with a bright grin. His offer of potions and painkillers, conveniently in his room, was both tempting and worrying. Kaya was certain she knew what following him there meant. A certain dynamic change to the order of things. She sat for a moment, her hands resting in his as he held up, the offer lingering in the quiet space between them. No demands, no force, not coercion. A gentle invitation, leaving all of the cards in her hands.Kaya gave a sharp nod and stood up, her fingers intertwining with his. "Alright," she said as the excited yet bordering shy little grin bloomed across her face. She followed him up the stairs, past the bathroom where their first awkward encounter happened. Past the threshold of his room. Once the door was closed Kaya gripped his hands tightly and drew him close. She tipped up on her toes to take the charge and pressed her lips to his. Not nearly as gentle or chaste as before. She wanted him to know her interest, her desire. Leave nothing unknown or unclear. Though the kiss didn't linger. She pulled back with a tiny nip of his lower lip, dropping back down to flat feet. His heart must have skipped a beat given the way it began to race up, as if it had lost ground to make up for. Aydin could hardly believe his ears when they reported Kaya s affirmative to come up, to his room, further into the bosom of a budding intimacy. There was no escaping. Not as he took her hand and led her up the stairs, past the bathroom where she had once seen him in all his glory, and past the oak door that led into his own bedchambers. It was a decent sized room, the largest in the house outside of the main living room, with a bed tucked in the corner, a wide window taking up nearly the whole wall, with smooth counters and a walk in closet, containing all his apparel and garb. Bookshelves, a desk, and all the other amenities of male life. It was tidy, studious, and yet comfortable. It fit perfectly with who Aydin was, reserved, and yet full of depths yet undiscovered.And before he even had a chance to look where he kept his medical supplies, for human use, Kaya grabbed him and turned her. He barely had time to register just how much strength she had concealed in her unimposing female form, as her lips were immediately thrust to his. She could barely reach with her height, leaning up, and his arms wrapped around her to support this gesture, holding her by her sides. They were such wonderful sides to touch. Briefly she kissed and then leaned back, Aydin smiling and a little flustered as the kiss seemed to wipe his memory, making him forget why he had even come up here.Why bother at all with that? Kiss her more?His hand came out and stroked the side of her face, resting on her cheek, before he returned the favor and leaned down to kiss her in turn, deeply, with his tongue thrusting into her mouth. He enjoyed a dance and a taste of her cavern, before he released her. That debt was paid. Your hands. He could only manage to whisper, trying to affirm within himself that there was a reason for this, despite being a thin veneer of an excuse. Aydin again took her by her hands and led her to the edge of his bed, where he had her sit. As he turned, he began to take off his sweater vest and undo the buttons at the top of his collared shirt. Boy did it feel a lot hotter in here, despite the walls protecting them from the dying embers of the fire outside. He found what he needed, some healing salves and a cloth, before returning to Kaya s side, smiling at her. He quickly leaned over and planted a kiss, half a bite, on her neck. Don t look so cute. Now give me your hands. Aydin said to her, with a much more firmer tone.As if he could really command her what to do now.He took one of her hands and placed it gently in his lap, while he applied some salve to the cloth. Then gently he wiped it over her knuckles, sanitizing it and wiping away any blood. He gently cleansed her first hand, then her other, his face and gaze focused on them and away from her pretty face. She could see his own strong face outlined, the way his brow knitted with his concentration, or the outline of his jaw. Except for a few scrapes, her hands would soon be as good as new. He put the stuff to the side and held her hands, each in his own, looking them. Perfect. He seemed to note, though was he describing his healing work or her in general? He finally brought his eyes back to her after what seemed like so long and keeping eye contact with her, raised both her hands up to his lips so he could kiss the back of them, one after the other. You ll have to rest these and yourself for some time. Doctor s orders. Aydin said with a teasing grin. Kaya had barely noticed the room. She had eyes only for Aydin. His silly smile and the way he seemed utterly lost all of a sudden. She couldn't help but grin foolishly up at him. This was insane, ridiculous, utterly against any proper behavior. Yet there they were. She pushed the idea of him being her boss out of her mind. Did it really matter? It wasn't like his favor toward her would affect any other employee. She was the only one. Don't waste thought on it. The thoughts scattered anyways as his hand came up and rested on her cheek, lightly stroking the soft flesh. She made a little noise of appreciative surprise as he descended on her again. Harder, deeper than before. Another sound of surprise as his tongue urged hers into a wicked dance. She was all too willing to oblige. Then he was gone again. Her gaze foolish and wistful as she looked up to him."Oh...right," she said absently as he took her hands. That's what they were doing. Mending her bruised and split knuckles. She followed him to the edge of the bed and sat down at his gesturing. Kaya couldn't stop watching Aydin. She felt stupid and giddy, excited and utterly foolish. Though the silly grin wiped from her face, purple eyes shooting wide as he removed the sweater vest. Her face took on a red tinge at the sight but aside from unbuttoning the top of his shirt he stopped there. He bustled about the room, gathering up what he needed to tend to her busted skin. She didn't expect him to lean in, once the supplies were gathered, to plant a nipping kiss on her neck. Kaya gave a little hissing cry at the gesture. Odd but exciting. Electricity and fire raced through her. She grinned and flushed at his compliment and command. "I'll try not to," she said with a quiet giggle and surrendered her hands to him.His ministrations were gentle as he cleaned up her skin. She watched his hands move at first. Confident and strong but so soft and gentle. He deftly cleaned and sanitized the wounds. Her eyes raised up to study his face. His concentration unparalleled as he tended the wounds. Brown knitted and strong jaw clenched. So studious, no wonder he was a researcher. Kaya watched him as he finished up the task. A simple enough job. Honestly she wasn't even sure she needed the tending to. Her hands rested easily in his as he lifted them up to examine his work. Finally he looked up and her. That silly smile appeared again as he lifted up her hands and gently kissed.His orders made her pause a moment before laughing quietly and leaning forward, resting her forehead against his. Her hands turned, winding her fingers in with his. "Rest is it? So is this a paid leave of absence from work?" She asked with an equally teasing laugh. "I don't suppose I might need...overnight observation? Just in case?" Another teasing quip before she tilted her chin up and caught his lips again. Just as he had her tongue snaked out to dance with his. She lifted a leg onto the bed, leaning in close, pressing herself against him where they sat on the edge of his bed. Aydin quirked his own eyebrows at Kaya s response. Paid leave? Why not then. He did give a very pointed, and bemused look, when she mentioned overnight observation. Yes he would love that very much. He opened his mouth to give his own witty retort, which proved only to be a ploy when she leaned forward and kissed him again. Their tongues met and danced a passionate dance, his arms instinctively moving about her as she nudged into him more, eager to press the kiss. It was a benumbing sensation whenever their lips met. Everything else seemed so distant, so far away. And the kiss felt so real and yet otherworldly. He didn t have enough time to come to a conclusion how it felt. The solution was obvious though. Keep on kissing!Only to break for much needed breath after a moment, resting his brow to hers, hand on her cheek, smiling as they faced one another inches apart. I suppose the observation starts now. He said, moving to kiss her again and this time, his hands were more needy and exploratory. His hand on her cheek remained, moving behind her neck, grasping and raking at her hair and flesh softly as they kissed and twirled their tongues. His other moved over her leg, pulling it, shifting it over his lap to the other side until he could tug her right over to straddle to his hips. In a moment she was seated almost over him, her hair curtaining around her face. Aydin brought both his hands to her hips, simply looking up at her adoringly.He was quite hard. She might feel it. Only fabric separated their bodies from truly joining. I want to say this the moment I saw you but you re very beautiful, Kaya. Aydin murmured to her gently, eyes fixated on her face. His hands at her sides then began to roll up her shirt, moving it up her torso, over her breasts, until it could be pulled over her head and tossed aside. The buttons of his shirt would require a little more diligence to remove, unless one lost patience and simply tore them apart. But he forgot his own state of dress as he looked with awe on Kaya s body. Breasts covered by her bra still, her body was everything he expected of a female in the fullness of their womanhood. She was slender, taut, and radiant. He pressed his face right into her cleavage, at first merely drinking in her scent, before he tickled the valley between her mounds with his lips and tongue for a moment, as his hands trailed up her naked back.Then he grasped her and hugging her to his own abdomen, Aydin quickly stood and carried her momentarily, before he turned and deposited Kaya onto her back upon the bed, while he hovered over her, standing between her legs. She could enjoy her own show now as he undid his buttons some more, bringing each arm up to undo the buttons at the end of the sleeve, until the shirt hung loosely. Next it was removed, exposing his own slender torso that she had once seen before. Now she could touch it, as he could touch hers. He leaned forward to kiss her some more, laying over her body, pressing bare flesh to bare flesh, though their lower bodies were still covered. He grinded against her too, his bulge pressed to her womanhood. He so wanted it. Kaya. He murmured again in lust, kissing at her lower cheeks and neck. He was going to take his sweet time with her. A lady like her deserved the thoroughness. Electricity and fire jolted through her body as their tongue dance. Every nerve, every fiber was tuned to Aydin. His scent, the feel of his body pressed to hers, the taste on him on her lips and tongue. It was intoxicating. Yet he pulled back some, breaking their dance. Her eyes blinked open and met his gaze as their foreheads rested against one another. She couldn't help a quiet, breathy laugh at his retort. It was her turn to be cut off for a witty remark when he tilted his head up and pressed his lips to her against. More feverish than ever she shivered as his hand slid behind her head, nails ranking into hair and flesh. Her own hands slipped around his neck, holding close to him. Closer and closer still as he coaxed her legs up. Kaya was more than willing to oblige and slid herself onto his lap. Below she could feel the hard bulge pushing against her. Another delighted, icy shiver raced her spine at the feeling.His compliment, one he had been holding back since they met, brought a bright, flushing grin to her lips. "And here I thought I was the only one enamored," she replied with a smirk. Especially since that incident in the bathroom. She glanced down at his hands on her hips as they began rolling her shirt up. An eyebrow quirked at him but she leaned back some as her shirt came higher and higher until he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. Kaya subtly leaned back some as he stared, giving him a keen view of her mostly naked body. The look on his face, the sheer delighted awe, forced a painfully wide grin. She couldn't help a quiet laugh as he quickly buried his face into her bosom. Her hands drifted up and embedded into his steely blue hair as he kissed and licked between her breasts. The muscles of her back twitched and flexed under his hands as they drifted up.Suddenly she was pressed close to him, held tightly and securely. The moment he moved she gripped him just as tight, her legs locking around his hips as he stood up with ease. Just a slight adjustment, only a moment was she suspended in the air before laid back down on the bed. Her legs and arms released him as he stood up, still nestled between her thighs, and began working on the buttons of his shirt. A pleasing and slow show as each button was undone, including around his wrists, until the shirt slid off. Just as she remembered. Dryer of course. Her hands slid up as he leaned over her, fingers dancing across his stomach and up his chest as he leaned down to her. Their hips pressed firmly together as their bodies connected, flesh to flesh. Kaya relished the smooth, firm feel of his body against hers. The hot, hard bulge against her core sent waves of need through her. His lips on her jaw and neck certainly weren't helping the dizzying need for him. Quiet sighs and soft moans drifted between her lips as the caressing of his lips. Her hands roved his bare back, nails lightly scraping. Her name on his tongue coursing delighted shivers across her flesh.Kaya tilted her head and nudge him away with a sudden aggressive turn. Still unable to stop grinning she nipped at his jaw before kissing her way down his neck. Slowly she sat up, lips and tongue trailing a path down his neck and across his collar bone. Further down as she force them up until she had him standing and her sitting. Her trail of kisses, nips, and licks brought her to his hips even as her hands slipped down to undo the button of his pants. She gave his right. Hip a hard, pinching bite as she slipped the waist of his pants and underwear down just far enough to free him from their confines. Back to tiny nips as she trailed her lips and tongue across his pelvis. Her eyes lifted up to meet his as one hand wrapped around his shaft with all the soft delicacy of handling an egg. She gave him a coy little smirk as her tongue flicked out, teasingly flicking against the very tip of him before wrapping her lips around the head, her tongue tickling the underside of him as she took him into her mouth without breaking eye contact The more proof he had of the mutuality of their attraction, the more Aydin s heart seemed to thunder and pound with excitement. A part of him thought he ought to just stop and take measure of all these new developments, happening one after the other, like a very crowded minute. There didn t seem enough time in the world for him to explore what was before him. Kaya was a beauty, a strong women accustomed to the labours of trekking and traveling, making him feel a bit worried that Aydin was not as tough as he used to be. But he was, with a strong slender physique and muscles used to coaxing dozens of Pokemon to his will. They molded right into each other, equals, and yet from countless lessons in battles and trainings there could only be one victor, right?Maybe Kaya felt the same way as she suddenly broke into action. Aydin could barely register with all that was happening in his own body. All he could do was laugh lightly when she gave a light bite to his jaw and kissed down his neck, forcing herself up and cutting off his wonderful oversight of her body. He wasn t ready to stop that but his curiosity was tugged away at the delicious tingles Kaya left over his body as she kissed her way down. He could see where she was face level with and Aydin couldn t help but smirk at the sudden change in form. But was he really on top, mentally winning this game, even if he was standing? He gave a little quirk of his eyebrow in question when she pinched the side of his hip, enduring the little throb, while his own hands came to her face and stroked back her hair, resting at the back of her scalp.No, Kaya took a clear lead when she finished his undressing, his pants sliding to his ankles as they lost grip on his legs, freeing his endowed manhood before her. His eyes met hers and her own connected with his. And Aydin knew in that moment Kaya was going to win this as she began to work his cock with her mouth. Kaya. He groaned again, face and head lifting as pleasure coursed through his body like electricity. He moaned, head tilted high, but his eyes fighting against the natural reactions to keep looking down at her face. She looked enticing with her mouth around his cock and he began to thrust his hips against her face, feeling each hard inch of his manhood slide in and out of her tasty lips. She looked mischievous herself down there, as if she planned for this all along. Well it was a good plan. Except perhaps she might have thought it through. Aydin was sex starved out here on Mount Silver. This eruption well, who was going down to his lab to fetch safety goggles now? The thought made him half chuckle through his laborious panting and groaning, his shoulders and chest heaving from the energetic pleasure Kaya inflicted on him. He didn t think he could hold it in for much longer.The signs would become evident. His fingers gripped her hair tighter, while his lips parted to show his bared teeth, trying to fight the pressure that swelled in his lower abdomen, bubbling like a dam about to burst. His abdomen constricted and flexed with each breath, as if just to inhale and exhale was an effort. In the seconds before, he couldn t even manage that. His toes curled and gripped the soft carpet and with a broken cry, Kaya ! he began to climax. Heavily. Whether it was within her mouth or slightly upon her face, it came with a gushing sensation that left him tingling and throbbing with waves of pleasure as he let loose. So much tension, stress, burdens on his shoulders, it all seemed to go away in that instant. Just one thing left on his mind. Kaya. And how he was going to return the favor.He let go of her hair, disheveled from his grip, to run his hand over his own face, throwing his wavy hair back. Kaya, by god, where did you learn to do that he panted, placing his hands on her naked shoulders so he could rest a moment, panting as he bent over, his brow coming to hers as he smiled in her face. Well it s only fair if I do the same. He then said with a smirk, falling to his own knees now, his face first above her own, then on level, and then below, as his hands came to begin removing her own pants and underwear. She had illustrious violet hair. Did the turf match the curtains? He looked up at her, smiling, before he slid off her panties to view for himself.And greet the wonderful scene of course with a kiss. And another. And several more. While she couldn't grin with her lips wrapped around him the amusement and delight shone bright in her eyes at his reaction. Head thrown back, hands burying into her silken, amethyst locks. She watched him as he savored the feel of her lips around him. Her hands reached up to join in. For every inch she couldn't take in her mouth she compensated with a soft, deft stroke of her hands. This worked for a scarce few moment before Aydin decided he wanted the control. Kaya stiffened up as his hips jerked forward, a little surprised at the sudden motion. With a couple stuttering moments she found a rhythm with him. If he was enjoying it enough to rock his hips against her then so be it. She was more than willing to find a pleasing rhythm with him. Her hands gently stroked him through his own thrusting, lightly keeping him from pressing her too hard. The last thing she wanted was to ruin the moment with a forceful gag.Kaya didn't note or care what time had passed. Sitting at the edge of his bed was perfectly comfortable. She had found a fine, steady pace with him. Honestly she could do this all day. Above her she heard the sweet song of Aydin's pleasure. The gasps and hisses from clenched and bared teeth, the struggle to breathe. All of it a beautiful song she was delighted to be conductor for. Little more was a bigger turn on than those sweet sounds. Her eyes lifted to him, seeing the way his flat stomach twitched and contracted with each labored breath. She felt his hands sink into her scalp, gripping her hair, tugging on the roots. The pulling sent excited tingles through her body as she continued to work him, twisting her tongue around the sensitive head as they pulled back some.His finish came as a small surprise. The shout of her name and tensing of his body. The first gout of salty fluid splashed her tongue. She pulled back in her surprise at the sudden release. Her eyes suddenly snapped shut as the rest gushed over her face leaving trails of hot, sticky seed over one close eyes, her nose, across one cheek, and of course over her lips and chin. Once he relaxed she opened her unblocked eye to look up at him as he released her hair and looked down at her once more. She couldn't help a grin as he ran his hands over his face in sheer shock at what had happened. "Here and there," she said with an amused, coy grin. Her he leaned down she reached up and wipe off what she could from her face, smiling softly with his forehead against hers. His threat to return the face brought an excited flush to her face and a bright grin.Aydin was quick to drop to his knees before her and grasp her pants. They were easy enough to yank off, just a pair of simple leggings. No buttons or zippers to fuss with. The simple panties went just as quick too. Oh indeed everything matched in hue. Kaya slid her hands to Aydin's shoulders as he leaned down and planted a teasing kiss on her, then another one. Already she was wet and slick from enjoying his symphony of pleasure. Kaya sucked in a pleasant hiss between her teeth at the feeling. Even at the gentle kisses she thought back to his hip thrusting. Turn about and all right? That was his plan? With a devious little grin she suddenly slid back on the bed, away from him. Kneeling was all well and good but she couldn't very well let him get too tired, right? She crooked her finger teasingly at him for him to follow, a nearly evil grin on her face.The second she hand him on the bed she grabbed his shoulders and rolled him onto his back. He slick folds grazed his length just a moment as she pinned him down. A pillow yanked under his head she eased herself forward until she could hook her knees around his shoulders. The evil grin across her lips never left as she looked down at him from such a height. "Only fair, right?" She asked with a small chuckle. Aydin felt like a conductor at work with a symphony, given how focused and concentrated he was. His tongue was his wand, her sex his instrument, her moans the music. He never tasted a berry so sweet as Kaya before and his tongue was eager as it explored all avenues and curves, licking either side of her folds as if each might bring new treasure, returning every heartbeat as if it might spring up any second. He covered her in all directions, kissing and suckling, tasting her intimacy as his hands ran up and down her thighs. He was in her most secretive of places. But then without warning she scooted back and Aydin, eyes closed, so caught up in his work, nearly got a tongue full of blanket instead.He looked up at her with a puzzled expression, rising up to his full height, his slender muscular physique on display, with his cock hardening again. He was up for barely a second before Kaya grabbed him and practically threw him onto the bed. He barely had time to roll over, still confused but strangely allowing this manhandling of him, as Kaya was over him in a second. He watched as she seemed to pamper him with a pillow but it wasn t until she shifted forward that he understood what was going to happen.Not that he would complain.His arms moved up to wrap around her thighs, helping to hook her right over his face. His bright eyes only glanced at her as his mouth was covered by her sex once again, this time inescapable from him and vice versa. Only fair? Now he had her trapped and his own arms flexed with all their might as he held her in place, his tongue drilling up to plunge into her depths. All her juices flowed down into his mouth, which was eager and relentless in his hunt for more. His hands moved over her, first resting on her lower back, then grabbing her rear possessively, squeezing her cheeks as he began to rock her body and hips on his face, grinding as his tongue lacerated any part of her folds that it could touch.This time he kept his eyes opened. He could see Kaya above him, high on a throne, her abdomen stretched and her breasts sitting on her chest, with her own face and curtain of violet hair, all caught up in the throes of pleasure that he was inflicting. His jaw began to ache from his exertion but on Aydin went, licking and teasing with his tongue, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, shifting Kaya on top of him. He pushed her to that edge, wondering if she might drench his face the way he did to hers. A primal way of claiming one another, it seemed. But as he brought her to the spiraling abyss of climax, he brought his arms to reach up, taking hold of her breasts in each hand, squeezing them, and ensuring she was trapped to ride out every motion and sensation on his face and tongue and nowhere else. Aydin's confusion was easily read and very adorable. Even better was the dawning realization and excitement that came next. Perhaps not excitement in his expression but the way his arms clamped around her thighs, locking her in place. She shivered at the way his muscles flexed around her legs, pinning her there as much as she had him pinned. A gasp hissed through her teeth as he dug his tongue deep inside of her. Her back arched, her thighs straining against their binds as she nearly bucked away. Coils of icy fire wrapped around her from her core down to her toes and up to her shoulders. Kaya's back arched at the touch of his fingers at the small dimples at her tailbone. She couldn't help a little grin as his hands drifted down to grab at handfulls of her shapely bottom, coaxing her hips to rock against him which they were very happy to oblige. A gently motion, despite the way her brain felt like mush at his deft touch she had enough sense to not get too wild. Didn't want to break his nose.All the while a pressure built inside of her, warmth and delight. Her head tilted back and her hands reached out for the headboard of the bed for support. Against his ribs her toes wriggled and curled. Tiny little pants became gasping, labored breathing with sharp inhales and shuddering exhales. He was relentless, teasing and tormenting a sweet chorus from her body. His name a punctuated, soft sigh on her lips from time to time. The more the pressure built, the hotter her body grew, the more violent his attentions became. Her head was thrown back, eyes rolling in her skull. Right to the brink. Then the damn shattered. She gave a high, staccato cry as her body went rigid. An explosion wracked her body, sending crashing waves and electric bolts through her body. Every nerve was on fire, forcing an uncontrollable shuddering through her. Then she relaxed back, sucking in a deep gasp of desperately needed air.Moving proved difficult at first. Her limbs wouldn't obey her commands even as she tried to shift back. From finger tips to toes her bones were replaced with jelly. Slowly she managed to scoot off of him, sliding back just enough until she could simply flop over to his side. Her chest still heaved as if she had been the one exerting herself. She curled up to him, enjoying the final few receding waves of delight that flowed through her veins. Kaya wished she had the words to tell him what an experience that had been. As it stood she didn't have enough to describe her wonder and elation. Instead she pushed herself up, arm still shaking some, to lean over him, her hair draping into a curtain around their heads. Uncaring if he wiped her wetness off his lips she leaned down to kiss him. Nothing wild or passionate. Sweet and tender, her lips soft against his as her fingers stroked his jaw.Kaya drew back and looked down at him again, a wistful smile on her face. "Well if this is the payment for beating up Team Rocket flunkies...send me an army," she said with a small laugh and a bright smile. He didn t think he heard such music before. Nothing could compare to the ravishing moans that he could coax out of Kaya, with only the movement of his tongue upon her sex. Aydin relished each and every utterance of his name, feeling himself shudder with delight at being praised so simply and yet so heavily at the same time. He wanted to hear it again and again, none so sweetly as the sounds Kaya made when he put her over the edge. He tasted her fully in the ripeness of her sexual essence and drank it deeply, licking every droplet that she would give him, savouring every taste. Like the crest of a mighty wave, she rose to such heights above him, before slowly coming down, her body stilling above him. His tongue however would not cease until the moment she rolled off of him.For a moment they lay together, panting and breathing, naked side by side. He licked his lips and ran a finger beneath them, suckling on it a moment too. Delicious. He murmured, giving her a playful side look. Kaya was in her own euphoric state and he took a moment to run his eyes over her body again, purple hair spread about her, while her milky hued flesh sat so appealingly against his side, feminine to his masculine. It felt a perfect fit. His own body still lay flat where she had put him, chest and abdomen on display, with his manhood standing to the fullness of its reach. He kissed her back eagerly but it stayed there, looking on with envy.Aydin looked at her curiously for a moment, when she expressed her wish to fight an army if it got her anything like this. What could he say to that, truly? Instead he just smiled and kissed her forehead, her own laugh quite contagious and unable to be avoided by him. Not that he would. Well don t fret about it. It was a one time fee. You can enjoy this anytime you like. He told Kaya with a smile, turning onto his side to shift into her some more, his arm moving across her chest to grab a breast, one leg moving over hers, as he leaned over to kiss her more on the lips. It became a mad dance as his tongue went into her mouth, twirling about her own, drawing it out to play. Little by little he moved more over her, until he blanketed her with his own body, warm, slender, and yet strong. He kept on kissing her, passionately, running his hands along her face and then behind into her hair, stroking and raking through it, until his hands went down her sides to her legs, spreading her apart for him. He broke the kiss to look her in the eye, smiled, and reached down to line himself up.His manhood grazed to her slit, feeling it wet and warm for him. He leaned close to her face, his brow to her brow, and with a sigh and a push, began to enter into her depths. His whole body shook with the pleasure. His hands were back in her hair again, gripping it a bit tightly, holding on as he speared himself as deep as he could go, until his pelvis bumped to hers. Kaya. He groaned against her lips, before swallowing them in another kiss, beginning to grind slowly into her. He didn t even know if she wanted to go this far yet here they were, employer and subordinate, engaged in the most unethical breach of conduct. But then again, he was a bad guy after all, wasn t he? Kaya beamed at the soft, sweet gesture. His lips on her forehead with that little laugh of his. She would be hard pressed to deny that she was utterly over the moon with infatuation. Her strength felt it was returning as he turned himself to face her. She returned the kiss with as much fervor as he gave, letting him roll her onto her back and smother her with his lean, strong body. She shivered in delight at the feeling, warm flesh on flesh. Her legs shifted to accommodate him, tongue whirling with his. Kaya's hand explored the wide planes of his back, lightly dancing across the taut skin. A delightful tremor coursed her with his nails raking into her hair as her legs moved fully with his pressing, her calves sliding along his thighs and knees. Her eyes opened as he broke away from the kiss, meeting his gaze.Another shiver raced through her as she felt the hot hardness of him graze her. A one hand drifted to his jaw as their forehead connected. With his sigh she sucked in a hiss as he pressed himself forward, easing himself inside of her. The breath released with a gentle moan as his length filled her. Her toes wriggled agains his ankles, further and further in until he fully sheathed himself inside of her. The rest of the breath released in a shuddering sigh just before he took her lips one more. Slow, steady, gentle. A soft grinding, his length teasing her within. Kaya groaned into the kiss as she trembled at the feel of him. The hand on his jaw dove into the silky steel blue of his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp. Her other hand dragged against the smooth rigidity of his back, feeling his muscles flex with every gentle, grinding, thrust.One long, smooth leg draped over the back of his thigh, letting him dive just a little deeper within her. Her hips matched his rhythms in the slow, sensual dance. Kaya tilted her face down and broke the kiss for a light, panting breath. She tucked her cheek against his with a nuzzle, sharp little breaths drifting across his ear. "Aydin," she moaned in a soft euphoric breath before lightly peppering his cheek and jaw with kisses. She wanted more of him, all of him. Her brain hazy and dizzy in her delight.The hands in his hair drifted to his shoulder and suddenly gripped with all its might. A leg hooked around his and with a surprisingly agile and mighty heave she flipped him over, one his back once more. She had kept enough of a grip on him he didn't slip out of her. Kaya leaned over hims, her breasts grazing his chest while her hair curtained around them. For a moment she was still, grinning at him. Her face was flushed but her eyes hooded and dark. Slowly she sat up, sitting over him for the second time that night, looking down at him as she straddled his hips. Her small hands drifted down his chest to his abdomen and rested there. Her arms pressed her breasts together and a little forward. Her grin was amused and mischievous while her eyes were nothing but lust. Slowly her hips shifted, just the smallest bit forward and back at first until she developed a long, slow, stroking and rolling rhythm. Her pace was slow at first, the gentle rolling of waves. Though with each rolling her hips rose just a little more, then more, and more until he was nearly out of her before she speared herself back down on him. Then her pace increased with the same steady, incremental changes.A light sheen of sweat glistened on her body as the pace quickened, her breath coming in harder pants. Amethyst eyes half closed as her head tilted back, a boiling heat filling her body as she rode him. Her breasts heaved and swayed with the rhythm, her long hair dancing along. Little fingers dug into his sides as the heat mounted and raged, another damn of pressure building. Harder and fiercer than even before. His name drifted across her her tongue, though this time it was harsher, darker, primal. It seemed so perfect then for Aydin. It was night, they were alone, and it felt like the whole world had ceased outside just to serenade their moment with tranquility and peace. Of course the activity between them might seem frantic instead. Aydin panted hard, whether buried in a deep kiss with Kaya or pressing his brow to hers, working his hips into her with tireless haste. Every breath of hers was loaded with sensuality to his ears and Aydin worked to hear it again and again, no effort too great for his body to indulge in to earn this reward. Over and over, that was his routine now, the sole focus of his mind and body, delving into Kaya.Still, he had no thoughts of consequences yet. No concerns over what this may mean going forwards. They worked together. They were colleagues and comrades. Though it wasn t a corporate job, it still broached a little of norms what they were doing. It was taboo. Yet it was enticingly sexy and bewitching for Aydin. He didn t care. For a man who lived entirely in his thoughts, using his mind, it was a rare case where he simplydid notthink at all. He was at peace. He drilled and thundered his hips against Kaya, enjoying every moment of this. Later, he could worry. Now, he would enjoy this new drug as deeply as he could.And to add to this symphony of whirl winding emotions and sensations, Kaya brought her own form of storm to this mix. Aydin was too singular minded to react, nor did he care to when she rolled them over, shifting easily and gracefully to put him beneath her. A position becoming familiar, though not unwelcomed, and his hands trailed along her sides and rested on her hips as she leaned over him, before moving back to sit more direct upon him. Aydin smiled up at her, hands caressing along her bent legs on either side of his hips, admiring the view of her breasts pressed so wonderfully together as she pit her hands on his body. Leveraging herself, she began to ride him, first on her own, before his hips began to be drawn into the rhythm with her, nudging up as much as they could as she came down.His hands couldn t resist the appeal of her breasts swaying and shifting with each of her movements, reaching up to grab and hold them as Kaya took control of the pacing. Aydin still worked vigorously to meet it, matching her thrusting with his own. His body lay displayed and flexed for her viewing pleasure, though his eyes were only for hers, admiring the look of orgasmic delight on her face that was bubbling up all too well. He hoped it would again be something he could be familiar with, and vice versa, as it began to swell in his own abdomen now. A pent up tinder box, ready to ignite and explode, and Aydin couldn t help but snarl as he fought a two fold battle, losing on each side. He fought to both restrain the climax and yet keep his body moving, never ceasing in the strokes he could give the royal queen on her throne.The climatic cry of her own name was just as broken and needy as the name she uttered. Eyes shut, back arching, Aydin felt his hips lift as he shot out his orgasm into her depths.Consequences.Still, not realized by Aydin. Indeed his mind was fully at rest, unthinking, as his body coursed and shook from the waves of pleasure. Slowly he would come down, breathing, holding on to Kaya above him. Eventually, he tugged her down to lay over his chest and abdomen, hugging her very close. He was spent. Kaya fuck, that was amazing. Aydin panted, giving a little chuckle, kissing in a lazy fashion whatever part of her face he could reach. He didn t need a blanket at this point, not if they stayed close and embracing, propping each other up.Like they did in battle.His arms were around her, one stroking her hair back, the other about her lower back. He would soon slip free of her below but keeping this close, he would soon be rejuvenated. It was still a young night. But they had work tomorrow to do. I like it like this. It feels good. Shouldn t be any other way. Aydin murmured with his eyes closed. He shifted Kaya to his side, letting them lay side to side, facing one another. His hand could stroke the side of her face as he peered at her, opening his own eyes. You re like a Voltorb, you d never expect such a huge blast and kick from something so small. He then joked to her and kissed the bridge of her nose. He hoped she wouldn t get embarrassed again and try running off so to pre empt her, Aydin reached down to grab the crumpled blankets under them and draw them over, half ways, over their bodies. Best to spend the night together. It could be so lonely out there by oneself. It didn't take long for Aydin to find a rhythm with her. Once she got going she felt his own hips grind up to meet with her. She couldn't help a grin at the feeling. How easily they moved together! In so many other ways too. Kaya didn't have the mental faculties to begin to understand how well they seemed to fit. Literally and figuratively. Oh they fit very well in the literal sense. Her fingers tensed on his abdomen as their pacing rose to a fevered pitch. Her legs gripped hard and steadily kept on, strong and firm from riding Rapidash. Though she would admit she'd never had such a perfect ride before and her mount never made such sounds. A sweet serenade of fierce growls and pants as he matched her heated pace. Growing to a race for that sweet, sweet finish.Kaya sucked in a sharp hiss between her teeth as she felt Aydin go so suddenly still, pressing himself against her as tightly as he could. Though it wasn't the cry of her name on his lips that tipped her over with him. It was the sudden, hard pulsing she felt within her depths. The spreading warmth as his pleasure reached it's peak. Her own caught her by surprise. The sudden seizure of her nerves and waves of electric fire that coursed her marrow. Her voice caught in her throat with a high, strangled little staccato of a cry. The arch of her back something to behold before the wave subsides leaving her body a quaking mess of jangled, excited nerves.She was utterly pliant as he snaked his arms around her and pulled her down to lay with him. Breaths felt in short, shivering pants against his chest and neck as they lay there, reveling in the glory of one another. A weak, breathy laugh left her with his comment. "Hardly does it justice," she quipped back in the self same whispering breath. She huffed a tired, content sigh as he lightly stroked her hair, her own fingers grazing along his cheek and jaw. His strange little murmur brought another amused laugh. Though she decided not to respond as he tipped over, sliding out of her sending a shiver through her. Her arms snaked around him as they lay on their sides, face to face."A voltorb?" She questioned with a chuckle as he kissed her nose. "Guess that means you're a water type...one hit K.O," she murmured as he yanked the covers part of the way over them. Oh she had no intentions of leaving him. Instead she nuzzled in closer, tucking a leg between his and nestling her face into his collar bone. Her mind was coming back and she was realizing just how wrong it all should be. It should have never happened. He was still her boss! Of course it wasn't like they worked for Sylph Co or anything. More importantly she liked it far to much to let something as silly a propriety kill it. Like him far too much. Her fingers still brushed and danced across the hard planes of his back for a little before growing slower and slower until stopping. Her breath evened out and she was lost from the waking world. In all her years she had never slept so deeply and so peacefully as that night. Even without the presence of Rapidash nearby.Morning dawned far too early. Light crept in and nudged Kaya awake. Sometime in the night she had curled up into her usual little ball, her hands tucked up under her chin. Slowly her eyes flit open and she gave a wide yawn. As always she was up with the sun. Oh but how she wished for just a little more time with Aydin's warm, strong body. No, the pokemon needed their breakfast. Honestly, she and Aydin needed to eat too. Slowly, carefully, she extricated herself from his embrace. Quietly she gathered her clothing up and crept out of the room. Just outside of the door lay Pikachu and Nidorina. Kaya froze a moment but the pokemon were still sound asleep. She skittered to the bathroom as quick as she could to clean up a little and get dressed.Feeling a little more proper and a lot giddy she trotted downstairs to start breakfast. First the coffee was set to brew and then some eggs. Bacon too. She was still exhausted and a little sore but couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. Kaya hummed happily to herself as she scrambled up the eggs and folded chopped vegetables into them. Nothing like a good, hearty breakfast after such a night. Aydin grinned at her joke, feeling it apt no matter what type he was. Boy type, to her girl, and that would always be a weakness for him. How easily his discipline and ethics fell apart in the face of a beautiful woman, fiery and headstrong, and scared of no challenge. Whatever consequences there may be, it was hard to even consider them as they embraced and tucked in close, Aydin having no fear that she might run away. Not in the way that she held him, and continued to hold him, all throughout that night. He never had a rest or slumber like that before. His own hands wandered Kaya's body until they too lost their excitement and he fell silent. Morning would come and he was still deeply lodged in his euphoria, not rousing even she separated. But like a slow wind picking up, his body became aware that he was lacking the one aphrodisiac that put him in such a state.With a groan, Aydin woke, with groggy hair and a throbbing ache in his lower back. Such vigorous thrusting, of which the memory felt hazy despite the intensity of it when it happened. Kaya was gone. Had it been a dream? But his first breath of air he could still smell her and even taste her on his lips. Where had she gone off to? Perhaps escaping the strong central spur that pitched its tent down by his lower abdomen, hard and strong. Aydin sighed and clambered off the bed, moving to shower briskly with cold water. Trousers and a loose robe about him, he found Nidorina waiting for him by his door and together they came down the stairs, following the delicious scent.There he found his missing lover. She was dressed, her back to him, humming as she cooked a very humanly meal. He wondered why she had left the comfort of their shared bed, only a heartbeats wait till they realized they weren't exactly alone on this estate either. Look at her, so precious, putting everyone else first before her own needs.Aydin strode up behind Kaya and wrapped his arms about her waist, kissing her cheek. "Good morning. Did you have a wonderful night?" He hummed into her ear, pressing his groin to her rear before he let go. While she cooked, he went to oversee the pot of coffee she had gotten ready and went to look out the window. Some of his Pokemon were meandering about the burnt battlefield, over charred logs and grass.Oh no. All those stained paws and all, scale, flesh and fur."They are going to need a bath." Aydin mused, transitioning right back to ranch owner and Pokemon caretaker. "Most think a layer of battle ash and dust is appropriate attire. We'll take them down to some shallows a short hour away. We should also head to town later, maybe pick up some potions and gels. In case there are any lingering effects from the battle." He suggested too, looking over to Kaya, eyebrows raised slightly. "How are your knuckles feeling?" He asked her, just to get the instinctive habit out of him that he might be talking to himself. As usual. As he did before Kaya came to him like some sort of angel.He didn't want to mention Team Rocket though. When it came to the forefront of his mind, it felt exposing to him, as if Kaya might learn all with just a look of her pretty, bright eyes. They were keen. And he had too much to hide and too much to lose now. Two cups poured of coffee, one which he brought over to her. Like they were a...thing. What exactly were they now? Still employer and employee? Boyfriend and..."Girlfriend." Aydin said aloud, sipping his coffee. He looked at her pointedly, as if she might understand the unspoken question behind that title. Kaya wasn't so distracted by her happy humming and homemaking not to hear Aydin get up and take a quick shower. She was just about to fold the omelets when he came down the stairs. Her smile brightened as he approached and slipped his arms around her waist. She giggled quietly at the little kiss to her cheek, her hand come up to rest on his arms as his voice tickled against her ear. "I'd say so," she responded in a breathy little sigh. The gentle, teasing murmur sent hot trills down her body. The heat only intensified with the sudden, hard press against her backside. Her knees felt fit to buckle for a second as he slipped away to check on coffee. Coming back to herself she folded and flipped the omelets. Had to focus, don't burn the food. Though her eyes couldn't seem to listen, constantly flicking back up to Aydin as he went to look out the window.The omelets got another flip and she put bread in to toast as he began talking. Her head tilted a little, partially unsure if he was speaking to her or just thinking out loud. She leaned to the side a bit to try and see out the window but couldn't see much. A bath then head into town? Not a terrible idea. She had wanted to get Gyradose to the Pokemon Center anyways. A couple more sweaters wouldn't be a bad idea. Then again...he had offered to let her borrow some. Suddenly that idea was far more appealing. Though her head snapped up from cooking when he asked her a question directly. She held her hands out to look at them. "Bruised, a bit swollen, but not bad," she said with a small shrug. "I think your....overnight observation was a success," she said with a suggestive grin.It was quiet again for a moment. The omelets were ready. She popped each one onto a plate as the toast was readied. She could feel Aydin's eye on her as she finished making their breakfast. Though as she was finishing up he brought her a cup of coffee which she took with a smile.Girlfriend. The smile fell away to wide eyes and parted lips. There was a question there, she heard it even if it sounded more like a statement. Like a claim. All brain function seemed to have ceased. For a time she just stared at Aydin. Finally she jerked back into motion and lifted up a plate to hand to him. "Uhm...Aydin are you...I mean..." She didn't even know what to ask or say really. It made her feel excited and giddy but also nervous, trepidatious. "It's not no!" She quickly clarified. "I just...are you...sure? I mean...we had sex once and...we kind of only just met like two days ago..." Normally men were the ones less likely to slap titles on something so quickly."I suppose....yeah. Why not," she finally said with small, shy grin. Technically she'd never actually had a 'boyfriend' before. No one steady or long term at any rate. "Sorry not really sure how you're supposed to respond to that," she said with an awkward laugh before reaching up a hand to lay against his neck and kissed him. "Boyfriend," she said as she released him and grabbed her plate to go an eat. There would be a lot to do that day and first thing first was eating. For both them and the pokemon. If there was ever so simple a title that could cause so shocked a reaction, it had to bethatone. Aydin had never seen such a look on Kaya before, not when they fought a flash Gyrados attack or all throughout the destruction wrought by Team Rocket. No, none of that unsettled her as much as his one declaration and he only stood there, mug of coffee in hand, as she went through the motions in her mind and face. Would she run again? He had this tremendous anxiety about her leaving, when they had only just started to get to know one another.Reallyknow one another. He didn t say a word though, not to encourage her or to offer space or time. She came to it though. And what else could he expect?I suppose yeah. Why not.She came over to kiss him though, helping to shun any notion that her response was lacklustre, repeating the opposing title to him. A yes is more than sufficient. Though, I rather you not do this because it seems the current whim or pressure. He said, eyes unable to restrain themselves as they dropped to her rear and hips as she walked away. He soon followed suit, taking breakfast and digging in at the table. Very delicious. He said, licking his lips as he glanced over to her. It seemed no compliment or remark could pass from him to her without some remainder of last night. She was delicious too. You can have the morning to feed and rouse the Pokemon. I just have a little work to do, then around lunch we ll go trekking with the group and find a nice, scenic pond to relax by. I think we earned it. We could stay here but this is a common battleground now, as you well know. Aydin informed her of his plans as they wrapped up the morning meal, placing the dishes away for washing. He would linger in the kitchen, half dressed, letting her leave first before he moved to do anything else. He had to watch his tracks carefully, especially more since he allowed himself to have a companion now. And one who seemed quite opposed to hisside.Of course what he needed to do was send a very strongly worded message to his superiors about being set upon by members of another department. It was quite a reckless message he sent, full of grievances and sarcasm, as Aydin was feeling quite impetuous after his night. In fact, his careless impudence in describing the brazen attack would most likely get it ignored by superiors. But it was now on record that he wasn t the aggressor, in case Headquaters did want to investigate. Better have some bribe money handy.As for Kaya, the Pokemon without seemed little concerned about what happened. Battles were common, a way of life out here in the foothills around Mount Silver, and they proceeded with their usual shenanigans without break or pause. Rhydon moved his rocks. The water pokemon dipped and swam, the others loitered and wrestled with each other. A blackened patch of burnt grass and charred lumber now characterized the north end of the grounds. The forest would regrow though over time. There was plenty more about anyways. Those who had did battle were hungry though, not needing to be summoned, already crowding Kaya.Golduck and Poliwhirl got into an argument over who was ahead of who in the line. Golduck did cheat his way closer to being fed but no one saw and the two began to fight a little aggressively, firing spouts of water, even aiming blows and slashes at one another. The other Pokemon either cleared ground or encouraged the two.Then they started getting nasty inside the barn, their water attacks soaking everything.Aydin emerged, more dressed in his formal casual wear, with suit pants, a tucked in collar shirt, his sleeveless vest. All good quality, expensive attire, which should be unobtainable for a man who lived on an estate in the wilds. He eyed the damage caused by his rambunctious Pokemon whether Kaya stopped them or not, unimpressed despite the hurts caused to his home. It was natural. Ready to head out? We won t take them all. Typhlosion can guard the grounds. We ll take the fighters from last night. He said, opening up a satchel full of Pokemon balls.Some would enter obediently. Others might require a chase. Aydin tossed Kaya the ball for Hoothoot. The sleepy owl however made itself scarce in the tree tops. Kaya's eyebrows raised at the compliment to the omelets. The way he licked his lips made her think he was being a little more suggestive than just complimenting her cooking. Her ears turned pink but she grinned back at him before starting in on her own breakfast. She felt somehow tired and energetic at the same time. More than ready for a nap, despite having just woken up, but also ready to take on the day. It was strange to think how much had changed in a scarce few days between her and Aydin. Stranger still that a title was so quickly slapped on. Still not a bad thing, simply different. She had never lingered anywhere long enough to establish anything of permanency. Despite her knee jerk reaction she was quickly warming to the titles, occasionally eyeing him with that thought drifting through her mind.Breakfast was a quick affair and she nodded as he tossed out his plans for the day. Let her feed the pokemon then head down to some quiet pond. She'd have to pack her suit. With breakfast over she passed by Aydin with a quick kiss to his cheek before heading out to round up the pokemon for food. Several seemed very keen for feeding and there wasn't much rounding up to do. For a little things were the usual blend of calm and hectic. Some of the pokemon had to be persuaded to come to the barn for feeding, others were lining up. Though two didn't seem to want to wait their proper turn. Kaya was just about to let the next group in when the fight broke out. "Stop that!" She shouted but went unheard. She tried to insert herself into the disagreement but was very much ignored and brushed aside as the fight made its way into the barn."Ah shit, no...no...stop!" She shouted as she followed them in. Of course it was inside they decided to let loose with their water attacks. Within minutes everything was soaked, including her. The turtle neck clung and hung awkwardly, her hair plastered on her face, as she bodily forced herself into the fight. She caught Golduck's arm with one hand Poliwhirl's arm with her other, putting herself between them. "Enough! I will feed you at the same time!" She shouted. They both stopped but it was necessarily from her shouting. Kaya paused and cocked her head. Well that was easy. Though neither pokemon was looking at her. Kaya turned, water dripping from her hair and clothes, to find Aydin smartly dressed. She released the pokemon and her ears felt hot. He didn't seem to have a single care about the damage caused. "Uh...yeah sure," she said as she rubbed the back of her neck.She helped gather them with Aydin. Rapidash wouldn't go in the water but she would have fun at the shore at least. Maybe a careful bath, didn't want to extinguish her flames. Hoothoot was troublesome to find. Kaya called on Fearow and Butterfree to help her find the elusive little owl. It took a while to find it and recall it into the ball. She was a little surprised Aydin wanted to take so many but he was the boss. A strange thought. Once all of the Pokemon were snug inside their balls Kaya asked for a minute to change. She trotted to her room and fished out her bathing suit. It was still chilly for her Cinnabar blood but she did love to swim. It was a good opportunity to get to know Gyrados too. She put on her white bikini under her tanktop and shorts before returning, the ties on the suit poking through the thin top. "Ok, now ready."At least the sun was out and high in the sky. Walking helped keep her warm. Though she felt herself warm up even more as she snuck her hand into Aydin's. Pikachu rode on her shoulder for the journey, he almost never was put into his ball unless it was terrible weather or he was injured. "Despite the chill and the wild pokemon....and bandits, this is really a beautiful place," she said as they walked, her head turning around to stare at the thick trees. Far thicker and wilder than near Aydin's home. He could have helped. Technically he wasn t supposed to, or why else was he paying Kaya?Paying and bedding her.He felt, and knew, that one of those two things needed to stop. It was unethical but who was to punish him except their own conscience? Really, how couldthatpunishhim? Aydin knew he had done worse and still could sleep at night. He wasn t innocent after all. But something about watching Kaya, seeing her fight, struggle, help, nourish, and track down his pokemon, it was innocent and happiness inducing. Anything that seemed as if it might go against it was corrupting. And right now, Aydin had a lot that could go against it.Alakazam would accompany him on foot. The rest, the majority at least, were gathered into pokeballs and attached magnetically to a belt on his waist. Kaya asked to change after her incident with Golduck and Poliwhirl, which he had scarcely noticed at first. That used to be him!Need helphe almost asked her when she went off but decided against it. No need to rush right? How contradictory to his thoughts a minute ago about putting a seatbelt on this. He was all over the place. What was the matter with him? He was still struggling to instill some emotional discipline in himself when Kaya returned, looking fabulous and far too attractive. It was evident which side of his brain won that fight. Together, they went off.Nidorina leapt ahead, Pikachu sat on Kaya s shoulder and Alakazam and Rapidash followed behind. The wilderness was wild, beautiful, yet concealed many dangers in the thickets and tall grass around. Sometimes Alakazam would pause, crossing his spoons before his face, as if to take a defensive posture against some threat. Aydin would give a glance, his thoughts and caution sensed psychically, and the pokemon would follow warily behind. Not a single word had to be exchanged. How perfect.He was almost taken by surprise when she slipped her hand into his. He looked over to her and smiled, squeezing it back. Beautiful, as long as it stays quiet and uneventful. He remarked himself, though something about thebanditterm bothered him. Team Rocket wasn t bandits! He wasn t going to deny they did some nasty things but he felt like the label needed to be different. Team Rocket isn t banditry. Bandits are stupid and lack logistics. Team Rocket w they have a lot of resources. It s what makes them dangerous. Aydin told her in a low voice. Sounded like he was proud of that.Dangerous. But only to those who didn t understand them.She looked ravishing in her shorts and tanktop. He couldn t help but look, from his taller height, down upon her breasts or at her legs, so ripe for the time of day. He could glimpse a swimsuit under it all. And in his mind s eye, what lay under that as well.Let s hope there isn t any bandits or wild pokemon today. Everything here is a deception, Kaya. The trees hide dangers and threats. The Tangelas look fuzzy and cute, until twenty of them jump out and vine whip you senseless until you red all over with the bruising. And never mind the teddy bear looking Ursarings. Give one a hug, it ll be the best, and last, hug of your life. He chortled a little bit at his morbid jokes. At least with me you ll get more than one. Repeatable, for you. He said and raised their conjoined hands to kiss the back of hers. We re here. He announced, as they came to one wide pond, a stone s throw or two across, looking the same as any other. High ridges surrounded it on two thirds, giving it a nice enclosure. A few gruff looking Stantlers eyed them down before trudging away. I guess it s safe. Dragonair, you re up. Aydin said, releasing the pokemon with a flash of red light into the water. The Dragonair gave a cry of greeting, before diving into the depths. If she came out fighting with anything, well that was just habit. But on the other side, they might find the pond open to brief inhabitation. You want to try out your Gyrados? Can battle with my Alakazam. Not his Dragonair, as she and Kaya s Gyrados had been fighting before its capture and it hadn t been going good for his Dragonair. He was sure she could handle a rematch but he wasn t sure. He wasn t keen on losing to Kaya either, whatever their relations might be. He was prideful as a trainer. Alakazam was experienced and could play off the entire match in a defensive way, letting Kaya learn her Gyrados. For a brief moment Kaya thought the gesture unwelcome but Aydin's smile and squeeze told her different. It made her beam up at him even as remarked about wanting the day to remain peaceful. Oh she certainly did as well. Though her steps faltered some as he spoke of Team Rocket. Her smile disappeared faster than spring snow. Was he...defending Team Rocket? No! No that was silly. He was just...cautioning against writing them off as simple bandits. Sure they were basically an evil Sylph Co. A very, very evil one at that. "I...guess..." she said slowly. Though it didn't do her heart much good to hear even the slightest possible praise of the notorious group. Well the pair from last night were certainly bandits. Pair of morons really. Just out to steal Pokemon for the real brains behind the operation. Kaya fell quiet, watching the grass at their feet as they walked. It really bothered her to hear Aydin not outright condemn them too.He went on, changing the subject, about the dangerous Pokemon that dwelled in the surrounding forest. Kaya only managed a half hearted smile at his morbid joke. She had battled some Ursarings already. Certainly she wouldn't want to give one a hug. Though she couldn't stop a slightly larger, more genuine smile with his quip about his own hugs and the gentle kiss to the back of her hand. How could she stay down and a little mad at him when he was just so damn cute and charming? Maybe she had misunderstood him after all. Though any doubt in her mind was erased at the lovely pond they came upon. Quiet, remote, secluded save for those Stantlers that were quick enough to clear out in a slow, stately manner."Yeah, seems, safe," she agree with a nod, slowly turning to look around the whole area. Not just for possible threats but at the beauty of the forest and the quiet little pond. Meanwhile Dragonair was released with glee. Kaya looked up at Aydin and cocked her head some at his offer. Her lips pressed into a little pucker as she considered it. "Maybe in a little while. I still haven't really met Gyrados." She paused and tapped her cheek before giving a small laugh. "Except in battle. He might still be mad at me. So first...Lapras!" The pond population was quickly growing as Lapras came out, a particularly large specimen, with a cry of glee. He was quick to say hello to his new swimming companion, Dragonair. Kaya, meanwhile, released Fearow and Butterfree as well so they could stretch their wings and keep a watch for any trouble. Then she pulled her tanktop off and slid her shorts down. Underneath them she wore a slightly older bikini that was likely stark white once. It had taken a very slight yellowish green shade from age and use but a new bathing suit was a luxury she hadn't been able to afford. Hell it was sometimes hard enough to find a good, hot meal. Her Pokemon tended to get the good stuff first. The top was tied around neck and back. A simple enough cut that just barely cupped her breasts. The bottoms were cut like shorts but short enough that the curve of her bottom peaked out. It had belt loops and clearly once came with a belt that had been lost to the ages.Kaya paused a moment giving Aydin a sly little grin. Well she had chosen the suit for a reason, she knew it looked pretty good despite its age. With that she scooped up Gyrados' Pokeball , along with a potion bottle, and walked to the water edge. With a gentle toss the ball plopped into the water. With the usual red flash and bright, white light Gyrados appeared with a loud, squealing roar. He thrashed a moment in the water before its large eyes caught sight of Kaya. It leaned down for a closer look. Kaya stared adamantly up at Gyrados, unwavering in the face of those massive jaws and teeth. "Hey there...ea " she stared but was cut out by another roar, right into her face. The gust of wind whipping her hair back and around. Kaya cringed some at the sound but otherwise was unmoved. Slowly she opened her eyes to meet his once more. "How about we fix those wounds first?" She asked. The Gyrados blinked and rose up, craning its massive head back to the patches of missing scales on his back. "You didn't get those from any of my Pokemon, you already had those." Oh she well remembered seeing his injuries during the battle. Ones her own Pokemon couldn't have inflicted. Scales ripped clean off his expansive back. Gyrados turned and regarded her again, curious and apprehensive. Strange given the fact he could eat her in a single gulp. Slowly Gyrados eased himself down, most of his massive body laying ont he ground. "There's a good boy," Kaya said gently, reaching out to stroke his side. Gyrados made a curious sort of purring sound at the touch. "Ok...let's see those scales..."With a mightly spring and a hop up she clambered onto his back and moved down to the patches of scales. Some were shattered around, others completely missing. A contusion type wound caused by a might punch. "Poor thing...this will sting a bit..." She sprayed the patch with potion. Gyrados roared in pain and turned, lashing out. Kaya reached up as his face drew near and gave a swift, reproaching tap to his maw. "Hey! No, that is not nice. I know it hurts but this will make it better." Gyrados was clearly taken aback. He was a mighty dragon! King of the seas! Yet the tiny human dared smacked him like some wayward Growlithe? Kaya turned away and continued spraying. Gyrados groaned from the sting but otherwise remained still. Once done Kaya stood and turned to him. "Well done. You are very brave," she praised in a happy, cooing voice. Reaching out she stroked his maw gently. Gyrados was unmoving a moment, clearly in shock over whatever had just happened. Though slowly his eyes closed and he made that gurgling purr again."How about a swim then? Just around the pond," she suggestioned to Gyrados. His eyes snapped open and he nodded with what she assumed was a smile. "Aydin! Come on. It is ok, right Gyrados?" Gyrados nodded again with a growling sort of coo. Kaya grinned brightly and hopped up onto his, well, his back but close to his head. Like the neck but she wasn't quite sure where neck and body ended. How best to learn one s Pokemon then through battle? There was no better way to build and strength a bond than by such, as was proven by Aydin and Kaya s own budding relationship. Everything she did seem to radiate with gold in his mind, from her smile, to the cock of her head, to how she stepped forward and called out her Lapras. Soon Dragonair had a friend, the two swimming and cruising through the waves with cries of joy. A peaceful scene. But none so relishing as when Kaya began to undress. Aydin watched, a hand in his pocket, the other coming up to his face to correct his glasses just a miniscule fraction, as if it would grant him greater sight and accuracy in look. It didn t, but the viewing pleasure was all the same. And he found himself staring a lot longer at her breasts and budding rear, feeling the urge swell within him. He smiled back at her, shameless in his attentive observation of her physique.Her clothes were a bit weathered. That would be added to his mental list of how he could garner her affections more. How better than by gifts? Aydin didn t do much at the start. He stood there, under the sun, while Nidorina leaned against his ankle and his other Pokemon loitered about the pondside. His eyes were for Kaya when she finally released her Gyrados, the massive water dragon type getting right in her face in fury. He felt the urge to intervene, to protect and ward her, his Alakazam standing by and reading his thoughts, also eager for battle. But there was no need and he knew he had to let Kaya be her own trainer first. And with skill she handled it, first by being resolute, then talking down her unhappy new addition to her team. Pokemon respected mettle and Kaya certainly had it, radiating it far beyond what her lovely figure might seem to protrude. With care and attentiveness, she slowly tamed her Gyrados with an opening move of trust and authority. He was not needed to get involved. Not even when Gyrados responded angrily to the kiss of the potion.And she smacked it. Aydin couldn t believe his eyes. As a researcher he ought to be recording this somehow. Shame he didn t bring his phone or camera. Yet Team Rocket was not interested in this. They ruled their Pokemon with an iron fist. Perhaps his confrontation way through battle was not the best approach to bonding. Well done. Aydin murmured to himself at Kaya s display, feeling the urge to slow clap her achievement. But then she began to beckon him to join her.Him, in his business casual garb, to get up and swim with Gyrados and Kaya.He hadn t dressed for it. It wasn t for himself that he came to hang out around a pond. At first he simply shook his head. You re crazy, Kaya. He chuckled, putting both his hands up defensively, palms out. I could never keep up with your two s energies. You go on ahead. Try not to get caught up in any reeds eh? He called out to Kaya, coming nearer to the pondside at least. Gyrados was indeed a large specimen, strong and energetic. Aydin had spent too much time sitting on his butt before a computer, doing calculations, reports, and analysis. When had he ever let go?And what about his nice fancy clothes?He could take off his vest and his collared shirt, roll up the legs on his dress pants, take off his shoes.But ugh did he really want to?He could also get in close behind Kaya. Arms around her naked abdomen. Feeling her. Touching her. Holding on to her. The desire for that was certainly strong. He lifted one shoe to scratch the back of the calf of his other leg, a display of doubt in regards to his decision making. You re certainly making a team with him though. You don t want to coddle him too much, even a powerful type like Gyrados. They get too used to living soft. Like me, kind of. But I suppose he s really hurt. He does need a visit to the Pokemon Center in Silver Town. We ll make a trip there sometime soon. For you too, Kaya. He added slowly, in a sly voice, smiling up at her.But he wasn t going for a swim! Not unless she got down and dragged him.And somehow that seemed a lot more likely.If she brought any of her delicious looking skin near him, Aydin wouldn t be able to resist. Kaya's head jerked back in slight surprise. Crazy? What was crazy about swimming. Her eyes drifted from crown to toe on Aydin. Oh he hadn't brought swim wear. Even still they were out there to enjoy the steadily warming weather! It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. Her face fell into a small pout at his refusal. Why wouldn't he want to come? It wasn't like they were going to do any extreme dives or tricks. Just a little swim around the pond. Heck, she didn't even expect to get too wet. Despite his sassy arrogance Gyrados seemed more than happy to take them around. He had been cooped up in the Pokeball for a while. It would be good for him to stretch his...well...body. Not legs of course.Aydin's sudden training advice struck her strangely. With all his compliments about her abilities as a trainer he felt the need to advise her? She felt just a little insulted. Maybe he was trying to deflect from whatever it was that made him not want to go with them. Her head tilted some at his sly remark. Well sure she was looking forward to picking up some more clothes. Definitely a new bathing suit. It had been so long since she had gone swimming she had forgotten what it looked like. A little worn from years of use. So many years traveling she made sure to do so lightly and keep things around for a long as possible. No need to waste precious money on a new bathing suit if the one she had was plenty serviceable!After a moment of consideration she swung a leg over and slipped off Gyrados' back. Just a few steps to trot up to Aydin. She reached out a took a hand with both of hers. "Come on Aydin, it will be fun. Life isn't just about the battles you have with Pokemon or researching them. It's about the fun you have with them. They joy they bring you and you them. Kind of...like a girlfriend," she added with a little giggle that wrinkled her nose up. "Please Aydin, just one lap around the lake. We aren't going to get wet. He'll be the one swimming and we'll be up and out of the water. Right Gyrados?" She asked as she turned to the blue dragon. He nodded with an apparent grin, lightly splashing his tail fins on the glossy water surface. "See? He's excited for it." She gave his hand a light little tug and pulled his arm against her chest. Distractions and excuses were not enough. Kaya wasn t even phased by them, already leaping off her Gyrados and approaching him with a mission in her eyes and very gait. Aydin was already considered backpedalling before she crossed the distance so rapidly, taking no more excuses. Her words were hard to refute and she was right in reminding him he had forgotten some of the core principles of owning Pokemon. They were friends. In fact, you technically didn townthem. It was a partnership. He looked up at Gyrados when even he seemed inclined. Kaya had treated him with respect and look how ready he was.But he simply wasn t dressed for it.These were fancy garb! From the designer stores in Celadon and Goldenrod. Did she not know how long it took for a package of such quality to reach him out here? He might not get a replacement for weeks!But the way she grabbed his hand and how it ended up against her chest was enough to crush any protest. He looked down at her barely covered breasts and back to her face. That certainly brought him joy and so did she. He could return that for her right. Fine. He huffed through his nose, giving a bemused eyeroll. I suppose I can t say no to dragon riding. Give me a moment, will you? He requested, moving to shed some clothing at least. His shoes with his socks stuffed in them were put aside. He took off his sweater vest and unbuttoned his shirt, until he stood shirtless and naked above the waist. He kept his dress pants on, rolling up the sleeve up to his knees on each leg. He was ready now. Just above water. He confirmed again with Kaya, eyebrow raised at her.Apparently this was amusing, as many of his Pokemon stopped to watch, which made him nervous. No, this was only a ride on a Gyrados! Like a Lapras, with extra kick. It should be harmless enough. He watched Kaya mount up before getting up behind her, surprised a little at how the scales of a Gyrados felt.Like armour made of diamonds.He didn t think to grab a hold of Kaya before him, like two people riding a motorcycle or something, sitting with his legs around Gyrados long body. It wasn t until the water type surged forward that he gave a silent gasp, grabbing Kaya around her waist, his own hair breezy as he looked over her shoulder, nearly cheek to cheek with her. If only Dragonair was bigger, we could race! He said to Kaya as the wind screamed past them. This wasn t so bad right ?He even gave a laugh of joy. His bare muscular arms were about her naked waist, flesh pressed to flesh, and sometimes he had to press his lips and lower jaw against the back of her shoulder when speed picked up. He may or may not have left a kiss or imprint to his lips on her skin. His naked chest was to her back, their hearts close by, beating together. It was nice. This wasn t so bad.But Gyrados was only getting warmed up. And wanted to show off what he could do. Kaya s face split into an ear to ear grin when Aydin finally relented. She had caught the look at her chest, pleased that such a plot had worked on him. Perhaps she should have wondered why it was so important for him to go with her. Company maybe or just a desire to see him cut loose a little. Despite him being the first to drop formalities with her he didn t seem the type to just cut loose and relax. Or maybe she just hadn t known him long enough. A romp around the lake on Gyrados was sure to bring out a wilder side, right? She stepped back, releasing his hand, so he could disrobe. Her head tilted with interest as the shirt was shed and his pants rolled up leaving most of him bare. She hadn t any idea how expensive his attire was not being particularly familiar with fashions and designers. Just above the water, she said with a nod and a grin. She was quick to turn and trot back to Gyrados, jumping up with a little wriggle to seat herself just behind the behemoth s head.Gyrados sat calmly as the humans hopped up onto his back. Kaya glanced back at Aydin with a bright grin, her heart hammering excitedly. Riding Lapras was easy and comfortable, lounging on his massive back and enjoying the water. Sure he had speed but nothing like Gyrados, at least that s what kaya had heard. She sure did love speed. Rapidash tossed her head as she, like the other Pok mon, watched the humans settle onto the new addition to the team. Alright, let s go! Kaya shouted with excitement. Gyrados gave a roar of agreement and whirled himself around, darting forward into the water. Kaya s hair whipped back with the speed as they dashed across the placid pond. She could feel Aydin suddenly grab her from behind with the jolting start. Aydin s shout about racing made her grin. A race would certainly be fun but she was also sure Gyrados could win.They dashed around the pond, Gyrados showing off his speed. Misty spray couldn t be helped as the water was sliced through by the massive Pokemon. Kaya glanced back at Aydin s joyous laughter. Her grin turned all the brighter at the sound. While she held onto Gyrados he held on to her. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, she could feel the excited pounding of his heart on her back. Her own thundered in joy. The sheer speed of Gyrados in the water was completely unmatched, almost like riding Rapidash. Though she had never been on Rapidash when she hit top speeds. Kaya was very certain she wouldn t be able to hang on. If Lapras was a comfortable, luxurious yacht then Gyrados was a formula racing speedboat. Kaya laughed along with Aydin, enjoying the wind whipping through her long purple hair and the light mist spraying them.Gyrados gave an odd, sudden lurch, his face nearly at the water, the humans feet skimming the surface. Gyrados Kaya warned but the Pokemon was not perfectly keen on listening. He gave a sudden burst of speed and his body launched out of the water. All three were airborne. Kaya s guts dropped to her toes at they reached the apex of his leap. What Kaya would have normally delighted in suddenly shot bolts of anxiety through her. Aydin was going to be so mad. There was no stopping it. Gyrados turned at the apex of the jump and plummeted face first to the water. The humans would find themselves lifted a little off his back as the water rushed up towards them. With a mighty splash they all dove right into the water, fully submerged. Kaya clung to Gyrados as he raced along to the bottom of the pond, skimming the silty floor and stirring up a couple Shellder.Knowing the humans couldn t breathe underwater he launched himself back up to the surface. They broke the surface and Gyrados slowed himself to a calm pace. He gave a staccato roar as if laughing. Kaya spluttered a moment, her hair everywhere like she had turned into a purple Tangela. With a little cough and sniff she pushed her hair back off her face. That wasn t very nice she groused at Gyrados before turning to Aydin. Her stomach was in knots. He had not wanted to get wet and now they were both completely drenched. I uh sorry. Are you ok? She asked quietly with a little grimace. It went well enough to begin with. Aydin squeezed his thighs about the body of Gyrados, keeping himself as balanced and placed as he can be given the momentum rushing against him. He held on to Kaya, tight about her naked waist, feeling their skin grate together so smoothly. Her hair whipped back, tickling his nose and the sides of his face. It was fun enough, if it remainedtamelike this. How confident did Kaya really feel about her new Gyrados? It was a Mount Silver breed. They were wild and would always remain so in their hearts to some degree. Aydin just couldn t shake off the feeling of some dread. What he thought would happen it was going to happen.In its element, the water pokemon was fast. They were used to traversing oceans and seas, miles and miles, like this. Aydin felt his heart leap and jolt with each pick up in speed. His arms flexed every so now as he would tighten his grip around Kaya, hug squeezing her, in brief bouts of discomfort and fear Aydin got whenever the speed really went up. He didn t laugh or shout as much in glee, starting to wish this would be over so he could go back comfortably to solid ground, in his clothes, respectable like the scientist and researcher he was supposed to be.And her employer.There was a certain sense of dignity he was supposed to uphold! I think I m slipping. Aydin managed to say, looking out from Kaya s curtain of hair just to see what he feared coming to pass. He felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach as Gyrados leapt into the air, before coming down at the surface of water in the slowest possible sensation. Shit he managed to exclaim as he grabbed Kaya as tight as he could, crossing his arms over her chest, elbows tucked to her sides, as he held on for dear life. It wouldn t be more than a severe discomfort in his new clothes but well, that s what he was trying to avoid. The cold shock of water submerged them and everything felt dull and heavy. He could swim of course but again, it wasn t what he came here to do.He didn t know how they went about below water. He had shut his eyes. But soon enough they launched back up, Gyrados roaring its return. Aydin slowly opened his eyes and ran a hand over his face, not realizing his other hand was grabbing at Kaya s breast. He quickly removed it, wiping his eyes, feeling the cold water trickle down his flesh and soak his dress pants terribly. Aydin groaned in response at first, flicking his hands to the side, as if dispersing those few droplets would get him dryer to any degree. Did we touch the bottom of the pond? Damn. Aydin muttered, looking up at her with a lopsided half grin. He didn t feel particularly angry at her, even though she coerced him to this. I think I like to get off now. He simply said and clambered off when it seemed safe, half waddling through the shallows to the dry grass.The sun at least felt warm. His pants were ruined though. I can see how that is exciting. I ve been too long away from the coasts. I m sure this is an extreme sport somewhere in the world. Aydin commented to Kaya. I see where you got your love of speed from. But I m more of a he glanced at her Rapidash, to his Alakazam, thinker. But I think you look good on that dragon there. He said to her with a grin, bringing up the fingers of both hands to snap a fake picture of her. But he shuddered next, still cold from the shock of water.He picked up his sweater vest, using it to dab at his wet body, the sun taking too slow by his reckoning to dry him off. He grimaced though when he saw the wet stains on his fancy garment. Still, there was no inkling to blame Kaya. If he really hadn t wanted to go, he wouldn t have. He allowed him to go, for her, not because of her. It was nice to hug her though. Why don t you practice more with your mate? I m going to rest for a bit. Keep an eye on the others. He said, his small group of Pokemon loitering near the shallows. Golduck looked ready to race Gyrados, even indicating Kaya should climb on his back, with his scaly muscles on all. He wasn t the only one showing off as Aydin s bending and movement under the sun caused his muscles to dance on his flesh too. With things calm again Kaya registed Aydin's death grip on her breast. Her eyebrows quirked but he seemed to realize it too and quickly removed it. If they hadn't had the night they'd had last night she might have lapsed into panicked embarrassment. She turned some to look at him as he tried to flick the water away as if it would help him dry off. He was grinning at least and his grin soothed her worries of him getting mad at her for Gyrados's behavior. Gyrados lowered his long body when Aydin declared he wanted off. Kaya scooted forward a little to let Aydin slip down and waddle uncomfortably to the shore. The sight was a little amusing but she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning.Her head tilted as he spoke and she gave him a bemused sort of smile. She supposed it made sense. He was certainly more calm and reserved, smart and cool, than she was. Rash, impetuous, with a need for speed. Though when he told her she looked good up there, even feigning taking a picture, she couldn't help but laugh appreciatively. Even going so far as striking a little pose: chest out, hands in her hair. Though his shiver of cold made the amusement vanish. She looked over to Rapidash and jerked her head towards Aydin. Rapidash seemed to get the hint and sidled closer to Aydin. The fire of her mane, tail, and feathering would help Aydin warm up at least, dry him off some even as he tried to use his sweater vest to dry himself. Kaya was still blissfully unaware that most of his clothes were likely dry clean only."Alright, if you're sure," she said with a small shrug. She wouldn't push for him to come out and play some more. He was already soaked so getting wet again wouldn't really hurt him. Still she kept quiet. Golduck's posturing and offer made her laugh a little. She reached down and stoked his head a couple of times. Though she couldn't help but look up as Aydin moved around. One hell of a sight with those fancy pants and no shirt on. Kaya bit her lower lip in appreciation before managing to tear her eyes away. "Well come on if you want Golduck," she said with a little wave. "Alright Gyrados...no limits let's see what you can do." Back out on the water Gyrados didn't hold back. Lapras and Dragonair played along, racing around the pond stirring up more waves than the shores were used to. Gyrados was fast. Almost as fast in the water as Rapidash was on land. It was exhilarating, leaping and diving. Lapras was quick but not nearly as agile. At first it seemed like Gyrados was trying to throw or frighten Kaya but she just whooped and yelled in delight. While it confused Gyrados he seemed to enjoy himself, roaring in delight, spraying water. Careful not to spray at the pokemon on shore with Aydin.They were out in the water for nearly an hour before the pokemon tired out, Gyrados more than the others. All of them were happy to go back and rest in the shallows. Gyrados laid his great body in the reeds and Kaya slid off. Her legs wobbled a second, tired from hanging on to the wild ride, but she recovered and made her way over to Aydin. Rapidash had been hanging out nearby and slid even closer to Kaya as the girl shivered some in the cool air, her lips a little blue from being in the cold water. "Maybe a little rest before going back?" She said with a tired grin before sitting in the soft grass, taking Aydin's hand to encourage him to sit with her. Rapidash laid nearby to let her flame keep the partially naked humans warm. Kaya flipped her hair over the shoulder opposite from Aydin so it wouldn't get him wet again, she should have brought a comb and hair tie. "This was really fun," she said with a bright grin. "Thanks for bringing me out here. It's a little cold in the mountains but...I'm starting to think I really like it here." Though her sly grin might tell him she enjoyed it for more reasons than just the lakes and scenery. There was no disinclination about sitting there on the grass, shirtless and with soaked pants, and watching the Pokemon at play and rest. Aydin must have done it a thousand times before, none with any real significance, though happy moments all the same. But having Kaya here too added a level of energy like no other, for the Pokemon as well as him. But the energy he got was vastly different. And while there were many strong and powerful Pokemon darting about, he had his eyes only for Kaya the entire time, her hair radiant and beautiful, her body ravishing, and her laugh and smile all contagious. For an hour they played and an hour he watched, feeling as if it had gone by all too fast. He scarcely noticed the heat of Rapidash nearby. The heat he got just from the thought of Kaya was enough.Soon it came to an end and Aydin rose to help, pulling out the Pokeballs to return the creatures to rest and shelter. That took a short while though, leaving a few still out and about. A little rest? What have we been doing all this time then? Aydin joked back, though he consented to remaining, seating next to her again, practically hip to hip. He put his arm lazily about her lower back, his hand resting on the other side of her hip. Kaya, this is your job remember? He said, though it was another jest. You re welcome. It s quite an easy job, if it s all fun like this. You ll get used to it though. It s beautiful, empty, and while it may be cold, there is always someone to make it better. Aydin said to her, looking at the side of her face.He reached up to brush his fingertips along the side of her brow. Thank you for staying here with me. Aydin then commented, as his fingers went down her cheek then along her jaw, until they were under her chin. Then he turned her face so he could kiss it. It was meant to be a short one but that didn t work out, as it always did. He kissed her longer, deeper, breaking apart but soon drawn back in to refresh the taste of her lips in his mind. The longer we stay, the less rest we are going to get I think. Aydin whispered to her. Yes, they should head back. And when they did, Aydin took his sweater vest and put it around Kaya s shoulders like a shawl, while he wore his collared shirt loosely with half the buttons still undone. It was most unlike him.The manor was still there and everything as it was left. Dinner time, for the Pokemon first, then the humans last. Tomorrow we will go into town. Your Gyrados should get those scars checked out at the center, while a few of mine need some proper care about our fight the other night. Aydin said to Kaya, looking at the burned trees and grass. A single season and it would be back to normal. The forest always mended itself. And my employee needs a new uniform to wear around the house. Only proper her boyfriend pays for it. He then offered with a grin. No buts. We re going tomorrow. Aydin decided, looking over to Kaya, reaching over to squeeze her rear encouragingly to this end. Kaya crinkled her nose at Aydin for his quip. Sure he was lounging on the banks the whole time all rested up. Admittedly she'd been having a lot of fun with the water pokemon. It had been ages since she had been able to swim so much. Growing up on Cinnabar meant a lot of time was spent swimming and playing in the sea around the small volcanic island. Though he didn't seem too disinclined at the idea, just for a bit, to sit comfortably together. Kaya smiled happily as they sat and his arm came around her. It was peaceful and beautiful. She hadn't felt such a sense of easy happiness in a very long time. Of course sitting there with Aydin made the world of difference. Her hand rested lightly on his thigh as they sat there, just enjoying the nice day and certainly the company.When he spoke up again she smiled some, feeling his fingers dance along the curve of her face. "I like being here with you," she said softly as his fingers found their way to her chin and he turned her to face him. Her stomach did a small giddy flip and her heart doubled its beating as he leaned in to her. A tiny, happy sound rumbled in her throat as they kissed. Her hand raised to lay against his neck. Yes the world, for her at least, was just perfect. When he broke away with finality and his whispered suggestion she gave him a sly, amused grin. "Not a big fan of observers anyways," she said with a glance toward Rapidash and Pikachu. Pikachu's head was cocked in confusion but Rapidash seemed to have an amused gleam in her regal eye. Kaya laughed quietly as they got up. Her bathing suit was too damp to bother putting her clothes back on despite the chill that still lingered in the mountains. Aydin was already a step ahead. Kaya beamed an appreciative smile at him as his sweater vest was draped around her shoulders. Absolutely perfect.The trek back was easy enough despite being damp. The destruction from the previous night loomed before them. Kaya felt an odd mingling of sadness and pride at the site. Team Rocket was downright evil but they had chased them off, beaten them soundly. Emphasis on the beaten. She didn't realize the smug grin that dawned on her face at the memory of that frizzy haired bitch's bruised up face. Though what happened after...even better. The smug grin melted away as she glanced over at Aydin replaced with a quiet sort of happiness and even some adoration. Well she certainly hadn't expected such events when she first took the job but she was giddy with delight at how it was all unfolding. She followed him into the manor more than ready to change into something a bit warmer than a damp bathing suit and his sweater vest. Just as she was going to head to her room to change she paused and looked up at Aydin as he made his declarations.It was kind of a lot at once and for a moment Kaya just blinked at Aydin. So ready to go to town all of a sudden and see to it the pokemon went to see nurse Joy. Buy her some new clothes too. Though his cheeky grin disarmed her startled, wide eyed look to a somewhat shy smile. No one had ever offered something like to to her before and it was an odd feeling. "Uhm...yeah ok..." she agreed. "Sorry just not used to...this...all of this. I don't really buy things too often and never really had a...boyfriend before." Her hand pushed through her hair, bangs falling wetly on her forehead. By that reaction alone getting her to pick out a damn thing might be like pulling the teeth out of a Gyrados. Though it just added to the giddiness really. Aydin really was quite perfect. "Right! Feed the pokemon," she suddenly said as if she had forgotten. With a small laugh at herself she went to change really quick and get to it.It had been a long, fun day and the Pokemon were more subdued than usual. Probably tired from all the play and the day out. No major scuffles over who's turn it was. As always it took quite a while given the diverse diets and having to feed in specific groups or singles. It was nearly dark by the time she finished up. Thankfully it was dawning on summer so the days would only continue to get longer. Part of her dreaded the fall and winter but that was ages away. Had to enjoy the summer while it was there. Once done she headed in to help with dinner if it needed any help. The evening was just as peaceful and Kaya couldn't help but feel a warm, rosy glow as they ate their dinner and cleaned up after. It was still early but the pokemon would need to be fed before they left for town and it would take a good part of the day to get there. "Should probably get to bed early," she said as she gathered up Pikachu to head to her room. "Good night Aydin," she said brightly and kissed his cheek before heading to turn in. Aydin couldn t blame Kaya for not being knowledgeable on the nature of relationships. Being an adventurer didn t leave much time for interpersonal relationships with others, especially if they weren t doing the same. But Aydin was sedentary now, with foundations and a home, and he could pursue a relationship. And why not Kaya as well? It s easy, actually. You just smile and accept the wonderful gifts I bury you under. And you just no, you re right. It is hard in accepting gifts and not knowing what to say or do sometimes. Well good luck with that. He chuckled at her, not intending to make it easier for her at all in either case. Besides, it wasn t going to be mostly luxury he bought for her, but everyday use items and things made for long lasting functionality. He wanted her as comfortable as she can be while she stayed with him.And worked for him.Consider it a bonus. He didn t say combating Team Rocket was apart of her job description.Back at the manor things seemed to have fallen into a perfect routine. Kaya managed the many Pokemon of his that needed attention or feeding, while Aydin could focus on his research. The rest of the evening went smoothly. Everyone was fed. There was no sign of danger. Kaya prepared a wonderful meal as always and Aydin gobbled it up, leftovers and all. She was right about calling it an early night, especially if they wanted to make an early departure to get to Silver Town while there was still light out. Who knew what dangers they might face on the way. The manor would have to fend for itself in his absence but he had a budget for that. A lot of financial resources actually, that Kaya didn t need to concern herself with. He had it all taken care of.He wasn t ready to clock out early though. Kaya gave him a kiss and he returned it, muttering Night as he moved to watch the television for a time. Nidorina and the rest had settled for sleep as well after their busy day and Aydin figured he would as well, though his body was wide awake. It seemed such a vigorous day had jump started his body in ways he had not known for years. He thought about it, holding on to Kaya, feeling her flesh and skin to his own and everything. And off she went to her own bedroom! She really didn t know what it was like to have a boyfriend at all. Truly. Especially under the same bed. They had shared one the night before. It felt weird not to do it the night after. The guestroom must be cold.So Aydin went there, pausing outside the door a moment to listen, before he opened it and went in. Kaya? He said, more to announce himself than to beckon her to anything. He closed the door behind him and came quickly to the bedside, grabbing her face and giving her a quick kiss on the lips. It must get lonely down here, huh. He remarked in the darkness, already partially undressing himself, until he remained in sweats and nothing else. I hope you don t mind if I join you. He snickered as he sneaked under the blankets next to her, wrapping his arms about her. He used his hands to feel her out, brushing hair from her face, letting her use his arm as a pillow under her head while his other settled on her thigh. Lot of excitement today. I m afraid it s still coursing in my veins. Your fault of course. He murmured to her, giving her some more kisses, hoping to goad and encourage her to open up. His legs intertwined with hers below, bringing his groin with his semi hardening manhood in contact to her midsection. His hand caressed up her back then back down again. And when it came in contact with her undergarment, it began to slip it down her legs as well, until his hand felt her bare ass and thighs, squeezing where it could. It was hard to show appreciation with their Pokemon all about. Maybe he should give her a helper with getting to sleep, peppering her about her face and neck with kisses, pushing her onto her back so he had greater access to her chest, which his hands moved to bunch up above her breasts as he tasted those mounds soon after.But not for long as he continued his show of appreciation, kissing next her taut abdomen and slender torso, circling about her bellybutton then straight down, further and further, until he came to the work his hand had already started, finding her womanhood bared and open for him. In the darkness he shifted his body down on the bed until he hovered above it with his face, beginning to plant the gentlest of kisses there, before his tongue began to taste the secret juices that lay just within those nether lips. His strong arms circled under and around her thighs, to hug them to his ears and cheeks, as he began to drill deeper with his long tongue, seeking the most exquisite juices in her depths. Kaya was quick to settled down to sleep. She could see the faint glow of Rapidash outside the window. Always nearby to provide comforting light. The bed seemed rather empty given the previous night. Maybe she should have waited and just turned in with Aydin. Well she didn't want to push anything too much. With a little huffing sigh she wriggled down into her pillow and curled up as she normally did to sleep. Though she was on the fringes of falling asleep she heard her door open and Aydin's gentle call. She grumbled a sleepy response even as his steps carried him quickly to the bedside. As his hands found her face, his lips her own, she was suddenly awake again grinning into the soft kiss. "A little," she said as she scooted back in the bed to give him room as he slid beneath the blankets with her, uncurling her legs to nestle up to his lithe body.She gave him an amused little snort at his comment. "My fault, really?" Though she was quick to forget the little joke as he leaned in and kissed her again. Oh she was more than open to it, returning his kisses and wrapping her legs with him. She shivered at the press of the warm hardness of him against her stomach. His hands left scorching trails along her skin, all the way down to her rump and thighs as he held and squeezed her generous curves. Her arms slipped around him, nudged herself closer to him until he started to roll over her. Kaya didn't resist and was soon flat on her back with his warm, hard weight above her. Little happy sighs and moans slipped passed her lips as he kissed his way along her face and neck. Down and down, pushing up her shirt to grave her breasts with his lips. An appreciative hiss sucked passed her teeth, nipple hardening under his touch. Though he didn't linger.Her body wriggled in excitement as his lips trailed further and further down her body. Small hands were up and ranking through his hair, lightly caressing his cheek until he traveled far enough away she could only reach the top of his head. Her hips gave a little buck with a hissing moan as he kissed her and delved into her with his tongue. Purple eyes shuttered at the sensation, her back arching from the bed as he dove and tasted her. Hit warm, wet tongue coaxing a sweet symphony from her body. Though her hips were imprisoned they still wriggled and bucked in delight with his delicious torments. Nails danced on his scalp as her breath grew unsteady, a pressure building in her abdomen. Sparks and embers raced across her flesh, fed and fueled by Aydin's attentions to her body. The harder he delved the shorter her breaths became, turning to a sharp, panting gasp. She grew dizzy, nearly delirious as the sparks turned to bolts and embers into fanned flames down to her very marrow. Then all at once her body seized with a high, strangled cry, fading to a staccato. Her body burst with lightening and flame, collapsing into violent shuddering. Kaya's chest heaved from the wave that had rocked her to her core. Then she could relax, her chest rising and falling rapidly, bones made of jelly. "Aydin...god...." She panted and huffed a small, happy laugh.Slowly she managed to move, sitting up and laying her hands under his jaw, which had to be sore, and drew him up to kiss him. Her tongue met his as she drew him back over to her and rolled him onto his back. Legs straddling over his legs she worked his sweats down just enough to free him from their confines. She scooted up, her warm and wet core brushing his length. With little reprieve she ran her hand down his stomach and soft fingers encircled his shaft. Tip to base she stroked him, teasing the head with her thumb. With a little grin she lined him up with her and eased him inside of her, never taking her eyes off him. She wanted to see his expression as she took him into her body. Slowly, inch by savory inch, she guided him in until her bottom collided with his hips. She released a low, shaking breath, reveling at the feel on him inside of her. Her hips rocked against him, gently teasing him, before she leaned over and took his lips once more. Gripping his sides with her legs she rocked into an easy, rolling rythm, his length sliding out of her the smallest bit before slipping back in. Slow and easy at first but she was quick to pick up the pace all the while devouring his lips, trailing her teeth and tongue across his jaw and neck. He didn t think he would get such a reaction from a surprise visit like this. Aydin knew Kaya could be a nervous fish at times, despite how fierce and stubborn she was in battle. Now though he coaxed her to open and spread like a flower in bloom. And what sweet nectar flowed from its core! Whatever anxiety he might have at her feelings over this were soon gone with the wind. She moaned so ravishingly and there was nothing that Aydin thought of more than the memory of those sounds. Her thighs and hips shifted and moved about his face, pressing at him withneed, and there was no better sensation than to be wanted like this. He pushed her and tasted her with his tongue until he had her shuddering like a bowl of pudding in an earthquake. Aydin felt the explosion of taste, drank it all, and kept on going until she beckoned his name.At her movements he drew up more, crawling up her body again until his mouth found hers. The kiss of course was a distraction as her unpredictably strong feminine hands seized him and rolled him aside, onto his back, leaving him breathless for a turn. Aydin smirked however, hands moving to Kaya s hips and sides as she moved over him, shifting and wiggling to aid her in her work in undressing him. She would find his manhood already erect and springing out in a desire for action. He watched her face though as her hands worked, stroking him, shooting electrifying pulses of pleasure that were numbing and shocking to his own core. His mouth parted to silently gasp and groan, his eyes asking the question that she soon indulged in action, speaking all the words he could have needed. With a little lift, some lining, and soon she sank down upon his shaft.And like taking a mighty breath of air before a plunge into deep water, his lips parted to inhale, before sharply and explosively exhaling through his nose. His eyelids became heavy and studded with pleasure, always watching her lovely face, or what he could make of it in the darkness. The next inhale was not so easy. Nor was the one after. His whole body heaved with the pressure, panting rapidly as she began to rock and sway upon him. Aydin stroked his hands along her sides, onto her thighs which he felt flex and dance with her every movement. One swept up her back and into her hair when she leaned down to kiss him. Life was good, kissing her, while his own hips bucked up and swayed with her motions. So much for an early start to Silver Town tomorrowBut then he nudged her back, hands on her shoulders, before falling down to hold her breasts. You re going easy. He taunted her. You rode Gyrados with more enthusiasm than this. Aydin chuckled, moving to give one of her stiff pink nipples a little pinch. See, they re looking through the window. He said and pointed. And when Kaya did look, Aydin grabbed her sides and proceeded to roll them over again, until she was back beneath him. I lied. He whispered down at her, leaning down to kiss her lips but faking that too and drawing up again, hands coming heavily down either side of her shoulders, allowing him to leverage himself to drive into her. Harder. And faster. Slick, wet noises sounded from below as Aydin pushed himself hard, spearing into Kaya s depths, until the sensation overcame him and he let out a broken cry of her name, growling it practically, as his seed gushed into her depths. He felt upon her, panting, and hugging her close to his warm body. We are going to have to change our daily schedule and timings if we keep this up. He chuckled lightly, kissing her face, forehead, cheeks, and then lips. He shifted to the side of her, one arm lazily across her midsection, as he looked at her shape in the darkness. This bed was narrow and not as comfy as his. But it was far too soon to move in together likethat. Was he rushing this? He never felt like this for a woman before. She was so selfless and good hearted. A sharp contrast to what he known in Team Rocket. He felt sometimes like he had TR plastered right on his naked chest. She will see it one day.Maybe he wanted to rush all the goodness of this relationship as quickly as he could, before that discovery came. And when it would all end, he feared.He bent his elbow to prop his face up, while his other hand caressed randomly over her abdomen. How else can I take care of you? He then mused aloud, diverting his own thoughts. No, I don t want to hear excuses. Just answers. How else canItake care ofyou? Aydin inquired, letting his head fall so he could dig his arm under her body and yank her close to him like a living teddy bear. Their naked bodies molded and there was enough heat between them to leave the covers bunched at their feet. Kaya's every sense was tuned to Aydin. The taste of his lips, the feel of his body against and inside of her, the heady smell of sex in the air as she rode him, and the sounds of their bodies coming together as he matched her for each stroke. She thought of nothing beyond those primal urges as her hips moved with him wanting every inch of him. His light push broke her out of the reverie and her eyes opened to look down at him with his teasing quip. Her hips stilled a moment as her eyebrows rose in challenged amusement. She thought to sit up and show him just how enthusiastic she could be but he distracted her. Her head whipped to the side in surprise. Why would the Pokemon be watching?He was fast, grabbing her and rolling them back over until she was looking up at him. Kaya blinked a moment before laughing at his plot. "Tease," she hissed back up at him. Her head tilted as he came down but, again, he was just teasing. Then all at once he revved back up, hard and fast. Kaya let out a sound somewhat like a yelp and a moan of pleasure in one. Her hands jumped to his sides as he speared himself deep within her. Long legs wrapped around his hips, leveraging up to meet his strokes. The sudden growl of her name sent a little excited shiver through her as she felt him twitch within her. Then collapse. Both of them slick with sweat and panting. Kaya's arms slipped around him as he laid over her, holding her close. Her hands glided and danced gently on the smooth flesh of his naked back."Or just forgo sleep," she responded with a light laugh as he peppered her with warm kisses. Kaya shivered some as he slipped out of her and rolled to his side. Her head lolled over to look at him in the semi darkness, her fingers brushing over his chest as his own danced over her flat, smooth stomach. His question made her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Her mouth opened to object: she didn't need taking care of. He was quick to silence any sort of rebuttal, his question more of a demand. Kaya stared a moment even as he gathered her up to pull her close to him. She huffed a happy little sigh, nuzzling her nose against his collar bone. Honestly she hadn't a clue how to answer his question. She had spent so long taking care of herself and her own Pokemon she didn't know how another person could take care of her.After a few silent minutes Kaya wriggled up higher so their faces were level. She could barely seem him in the dark but she hardly needed to. A hand raised and laid gently on his jaw, her thumb stroking his cheek. "You could learn to knock," she said with a teasing laugh before leaning over to kiss him. A quick, sweet little kiss. When she pulled away she rested her forehead against his with another content sigh. "Just like this...I think. I've been so used to being alone, just with the Pokemon...I'm just really happy here, with you." Kaya paused a moment before huffing a quiet laugh. "But if you want a material answer....I guess....uhm....I've always wanted to go on a real date or to an Onsen." She shrugged and laughed at herself. "Or would you prefer hearing me say I love jewelry and shiny things?" Now she was just teasing him."But really...just be honest and open with me about anything, don't hide things from me. Loyalty and honesty I guess is all I would really want," she finally said with a light shrug. "But I feel like it doesn't really need to be said. I trust you." It was hard not to laugh at the considerable puzzlement that washed over Kaya s face. That was good, wasn t it? Aydin could surprise and keep her on her toes. He liked that, in a teasing way, as she so easily chided him for not a moment ago. They nuzzled close together, naked bodies so warm against one another, as she pondered the question. It seemed it may have been too much, as she could only voice a teasing protest of her own as she thumbed her face, referring to his blatant entrance without knock. Yet she was more than content with just being with him, being with someone, and Aydin could understand that. Loneliness might have its virtue, but no one wanted to be alone. He too could prize this over any amount of gifts or service. Yes. He also added when she mused over an actual answer, his hand stroking up her thigh and grasping at her rear. It certainly makes it easier to pick gifts. He joked over receiving an answer in the form of jewelry and trinkets. Dinner dates, Onsen dates, spending an evening in a hotel or resort, the fact being that they were simply together, it didn t feel so hard for him to do. But what she said last struck a nerve deeper than any. It was not one of love or lust, but of worry and fear. Loyalty and honesty. How hard was that? Owing loyalty to another, and having to lie about it, because it was not socially acceptable, Aydin knew that would be a problem.He ought to just tell her. Confess it. He didn t do anything actually bad or criminal, to others. But how does one put that in a sentence? He couldn t. And so, he just embraced her closer for assurance. She trusted him, and he was already abusing it. He just couldn t think about it in this moment. He didn t want to. I trust you too, Kaya. Everything will be alright. He murmured as he pressed kisses to her, as if to silence any further questioning of that. Who was he really telling? Himself? Or her?Night passed in loving bliss. Morning came and despite being the chief, Aydin was a lot more lazier in having shared a bed with Kaya. He could have easily tried to convince her to remain bedded until early noon at least. Yet they couldn t. They were going to Silvertown! Just for a day and a night, perhaps returning by the evening of the following day. After the morning feed Aydin went about with locking the estate down in his absence. Some pokemon were house broken and could persist within, especially the more intelligent psychic ones. Besides, Typhlosion would remain as well, burrowed nearby, and could handle any intruder or wandering wild pokemon from disturbing the place due to his territorial nature. The rest were put into their pokeballs, to be taken to the Pokemon Centre for proper healing and rest.It was a several hour walk. Aydin had no vehicle.How did Kaya make the trip?Mount a horse pokemon. Like with the Gyrados, he was unsure and uneasy. Uncomfortable maybe. No way. Last time I rode a fire pokemon, it ended badly. Especially for my clothes. In fact it always ends badly. He complained. Rhydon was perhaps the only other pokemon he might ride with some comfort, only because the rock type was slow and arduous. We got legs for walking. Look, I called ahead and booked the reservations, at the resort. We can walk and still make it. He tried to assure her. But there was no stopping it. It was much more logical to ride with Kaya on Rapidash. With every other pokemon in their ball, with Nidorina and Pikachu having many niches and places between the two humans to rest, it was just the three of them left. Kaya, Aydin, and Rapidash. Aw, heck. Fine. What s another Burn Heal on the grocery list anyways. He eventually caved, though he would need a strong hand to get up on the horse pokemon s back behind Kaya. Again, with his arms to grasp her firmly around her midsection, to hang on for dear life. They ll be there in half the time.

['Durov', 'Aydin']