Disclaimer: All of the characters are original, so please ask me before using them in a different story.
Warning: This story is rated M for sexual content, which includes Hentai, vibrators, Transgender issues, and violence. If you are under the age of 17, then please read with caution since you are under-aged. You have been warned.
The inspiration for this story began with a bot account on Twitter, or the messages were repeated, but I got a "Chobits" kind of a feel from it. Then I had a few different dreams, so I was able to combine all of those thoughts into the same story line. Enjoy!
Chapter One: The Mission
A man scratched his chin as he was sauntering across the city sidewalk, which was made of white bricks and stone. The sun was illuminating in the clear sky, as there were no clouds in sight. The male was in his early twenties as he had on a long sapphire trench coat with a black shirt underneath, and matching dark gray pants. His deep brown boots were up to his knees as his hands were covered with black biker gloves, which exposed his long and thin fingers.
'Uh oh. This doesn't seem good,' he thought to himself. The silver device on his left wrist began to ping with an annoying alert as he glanced at it for a moment. His spiky black hair and penetrating blue eyes contrasted the emerald colored screen on the electronic item. It appeared to be like a normal wristwatch, except for the two-inch by two-inch wide screen. He was on patrol as the buildings around him were spread out, or along the shore to the ocean water. No sand was showing, as the waves would crash against the wide wooden dock at the end of the path.
"Is it another assault?" a female inquired. Her short scarlet hair and abysmal crimson eyes stared at him with concern. She was five feet four inches tall, or three inches shorter than he was. She was wearing a black jacket with a white shirt underneath, in which the top of it had a red stripe across her somewhat shaped chest. She had on black booty shorts over white leggings that went to her toes, which were concealed by black slick boots that went up to her upper thighs.
"Yeah." The man nodded his head as her eyes swiftly narrowed with irritation. "Looks like a few ships. We probably have a few minutes to evacuate everyone." The lass stood beside him awaiting orders as he gazed into her eyes with hesitation. The sound of the waves splashing against the dock became louder as the adrenaline began to drive. "Izumi, I have urgent instructions for you, but I don't have a lot of time to tell you about it."
"You can tell me as we run, Hachiro," Izumi retorted. She was still serious, but also attentive to his voice. They began to scurry toward a nearby pale colored parking garage that had four stories of various vehicles parked inside.
"I think I know how to overrun Murasu, but I need you to check out something for me first," he continued. The ground began to tremble as they sensed the enemies drawing near by the seconds. The shadow of the garage enveloped them as they entered the first level, which was actually a shelter to many families. Some parents were holding their children close as the sound of the helicopters was becoming louder.
"Sure. What are the coordinates?" the red head asked. She had the same device on her left wrist as she was pressing on it with her right index finger. Before Hachiro explained anything else he began hollering and waving his arms frantically about.
"Everyone, Murasu and part of his army are about to strike. Evacuate the city immediately!" Hachiro announced. Cries of anguish and babies sounded throughout the building as a few men gathered by the grand midnight blue doors that led to a shrouded trail. Hachiro felt someone grasp his coat as he looked to see a mother with her son.
"Hachiro, thank you for taking care of my boy," she complimented with a smile. He gave her a smirk as he grabbed the child's right hand, and rushed them to the line of people.
"No problem. Follow everyone else. It'll lead to a safer place," he muttered. Izumi didn't leave his side as he released himself from the two of them to continue his previous orders. "The location is 3-3, 5-2. Once you get there explore it and report back to me. I'm counting on you." During those last few words he placed both of his hands onto her shoulders after she inputted the information into the device. Her eyes stared into his as they were a bit widened.
"Good luck, Hachiro," she beamed. The two of them departed as he stood back from the line of families, pressed onto the device, and became completely invisible. The last family made it through as the helicopters could be heard landing outside, and the wind was furiously gusting about.
'Hopefully they don't have any sensors,' Hachiro contemplated with a frown. He went back outside as no one could see him, but he could stand beside the three flying machines that contained about two dozen soldiers each. The troops were of the adversary, or also known as Murasu. Each recruit was wearing a silver suit with a red helmet, or completely covered from head to toe with armor protection. They were also holding guns as they began separating and investigating each building for civilians.
'I better get out of here,' Hachiro told himself. He was invisible, but the soldiers could still bump into him or even damage him with their weapons. Some of them were holding bombs as the sound of machinery went off, or the city was no longer a sanctuary. Hachiro tried to dodge the assaults, as he felt relieved about getting most of the families into the passage before the army had arrived.
Suddenly the sound of persons being eliminated echoed throughout the city plaza as he felt horror engulf his entire being. The guns were inching closer to him as he began to run to the nearest location, or an office building with a glass exterior and white walls for the interior. The ten-story building overlooked the ocean as some of the employers were still inside. The army's arrival caused chaos as most of them were flowing about imploring for an escape route.
Hachiro sensed the dread spreading throughout him as the opposing military began to swarm the building and shatter anything living in sight. He went through the milky door into the staircase after hastening through the main lobby, as he found himself rushing down a few dozen flights of stairs hoping to avoid being caught by the enemy. The sound of bombs made the walls shake a little, as the city became a war zone.
'I just hope Izumi makes it there,' he sighed. The metal stairs ended at a white wall as he stopped there for a rest. His heart was racing and painfully throbbing as he sat down to catch his breath.
Izumi was outside as there were explosions going off and people scurrying everywhere as the troops were outrageously shooting on sight. The males went down first as she tried to focus on her mission, or to get to the location that Hachiro told her about.
'I have to hurry.' The red head was furiously dashing as her chest was uncontrollably bouncing around. All of a sudden the structure beside her burst from an explosive sending a rain of rocks and concrete onto the escapees. 'Ahhhh!' The blast shot her onto the ground as the device on her arm was accidentally damaged from the collision. She lay there for a while attempting to get up, but everything around her was going black.
A few days later, and about fifty miles away, loud music was blasting throughout the apartment room as about two dozen young adults were either drinking soda, chatting, or dancing. The atmosphere was lowly lit as shimmering disco lights were bouncing along the pale walls. The wooden flooring was a bit slippery as the thirty by forty foot room was cleared out, except for the table beside the miniature kitchen filled with food and delights.
One eighteen-year-old male with short black hair and cinnamon colored eyes was standing dead center in the room as he was five feet and eight inches taller than the ground. He was holding a scarlet plastic cup in his right hand as he was wearing a silky smooth midnight blue shirt with beige pants and black dress shoes. His white tie was somewhat lose as he didn't pay attention to it.
"Happy Birthday Shuya!" the girl across from him hollered. He took a sip from the cup and then took a long gaze at her.
"Why thank-you, but this party isn't just for me," he modestly retorted. The soda fizz tingled against his lips as he drank some more before deliciously licking his lips. The light blue curtains were draped across the windows as it was clearly night outside, or made the mood rather sensual. Shuya glanced to his right as he spotted Atsuno or a dirty blond male with a purple party hat on.
The celebration was for the both of them as many of the fellow students went up to them to wish them Happy Birthday. Shuya didn't mind, but he felt rather discomforted with the fact that he didn't like the attention as much. Suddenly, someone grasped his left hand as he widened his eyes a little in astonishment.
"Hey Shuya," the lass muttered. She had long light blond hair and deep hazel eyes as her adorable gray blouse with short sleeves and short black skirt made her look rather professional. "Are you having fun?"
"Yeah, are you?" he found himself asking out of reaction, but her attire was charming and delightful to look at. The female's name was Kume, or a girl that Shuya captivatingly infatuated since the beginning of middle school. She was about five feet five inches tall, or almost the same height.
"Of course, by the way, Happy Birthday," she smirked. "I'm glad that we were able to meet up tonight." Kume then gave him a hug as she wrapped her arms around him, and accidentally plunged her left knee between his legs.
"M…Me too, Kume," Shuya mumbled with a bit of fluster in his voice. She let go and disappeared into the crowd as he felt himself blush. 'Great. I'm teased.' The man glanced down to see the lump between his legs slowly growing and increasing. Not only did the touch of her arouse him, but so did her elegant appearance. He had a crush on her for a while now, but he felt it was best to keep his feelings for her concealed.
Shuya checked the silver watch on his right hand to see that it was nearly around ten o' clock, or the party had about an hour or so more to go. 'It's time for that anyway,' he thought. He placed the cup below to cover up his friskiness, and sluggishly tried to go to the hallway. More fellow students complimented him, but he tried to keep it as brief as possible.
He finally reached the area outside of the dance floor as he found himself at another hallway, or a room with white walls and wooden flooring with a few doors on both sides. Shuya immediately attempted to find the restroom door in hopes that no one would see his rising crotch. All of the doors were shut as he opened up the second one on the right, poked his head into it to see no one there, entered it, and locked the door behind him.
'Phew. That was close,' he contemplated while pinning himself against the wall beside the door. 'Hopefully no one will wonder where I went.' The man checked his pants again to see that he was still teased, or visibly provoked. He noticed that he was in a bedroom, or probably Atsuno's very own place. The brown covered bed was beneath the window as a dismal dresser was to the right of it. A desk was on the left side of the room with a laptop and a lamp, along with piles of books and papers.
Shuya could hear the music soaring through the wall as he deeply sighed. 'I can't believe I'm doing this on my Birthday,' he thought to himself. Shuya seemed to be a pleasant student on the outside, but he was really one of the biggest perverts in school, or a closet pervert. Each night or afternoon he would pleasure himself as a way to relieve daily stress. Sometimes his arousal was even uncontrollable, or randomly outpouring his pants with consternation. He preferred to not tell anyone simply because it could make fellow friends or trusted companions to dislike him for such a horrendous behavior.
He tried to ignore the party surroundings as he focused on the lump, or his erecting cock. He sat the cup onto the floor as his heart was throbbing in his chest, or uneasiness enveloping him from the situation. Shuya placed his right hand onto his pants zipper as he let out an uncontrollable moan. He continued with the misconduct by sticking his hands onto his black boxers, and tugging his lower attire to the floor.
The thick and erect dick was exposed as he briskly seized it with his right hand, and released another groan. The sight of Kume filled his mind as he began feeling overwhelmed with pleasure, as his hand was squeezing and going up and down across his firm skin. More silent grunts and moans dropped out of his mouth as the instant satisfaction engulfed him. He sensed the orgasm building up as his hand moved swiftly and firmly, or giving his cock a delicious squeezing.
'I'm going to come soon,' Shuya told himself. The process was almost complete as he squeezed, rasped, caressed, and masturbated his manhood. 'I'm coming!' A loud grunt sounded within the room as his hand was going as fast as it could, as hard as he could, and all that work finally caused the semen to burst from his groin. He panted heavily as the wave of the orgasm trembled throughout his body, or caused his waist to twitch.
Shuya remembered that he was at a party as he instantly felt the guilt and shame tingle within his stomach. He spotted the petite puddle of semen across the wooden floor below him as he took out the napkin from his left pocket and wiped it off. He then pulled up his pants and zipped as if nothing had happened at all.
About two hours later Shuya exited the apartment and went down the hall ready to collapse in his own room. He felt his shoes softly rubbing against the sapphire carpeted floor as the azure wallpaper seemed dim with the lack of lighting. His apartment was about fifty feet away from Matsuno's, and even then he could still hear the music. His right hand took out the silver key from his pocket before unlocking the wooden door obverse of him. He released a yawn as he stepped into the familiar surroundings, and turned on the light.
He had been living in an apartment even though he was still in high school, mainly because he was going to a private school that was about a half-hour drive away from his house. He didn't mind living alone, and it was convenient to be living there since the school was about a ten minute walk away.
The apartment setup was the same, except that there was a black couch on the left wall facing a television. A video game console was sitting below it with some of his favorite erotic games atop of it. The kitchen was basically white, except for the dismal refrigerator and stove. He immediately laid across the couch as he let out a huge sigh of relief.
'Well that was fun,' he grinned. 'Too bad I didn't get to see Kume again.' Shuya rubbed his eyes, and when he opened them he saw it. Lying across the floor beside the window was a girl. He blinked and pinched himself to make sure that he wasn't asleep already, but she was still there. Izumi had her eyes shut, as she was lying with her body stretched out, and her hands beneath her head. Izumi had been stricken with amnesia because of the explosion back at the city, but she was still able to follow the coordinates that were given to her by Hachiro. Unfortunately, the marred device led her to the incorrect whereabouts.
"Whoa whoa whoa! Hey! How did you get in here?" Shuya barked as he went over to her, and tried to wake her up, if she was even alive. A moment later she opened up her cinnamon colored eyes and glanced around. "Hey! Answer me!" She still didn't reply as she pushed him away, sat up, and rubbed her eyes as if waking up from a deep slumber. 'Maybe I should call the police.'
"Uguu," the female mumbled. Shuya raised an eyebrow in bewilderment.
"Uguu?" he repeated. "That's not even a real word." He stood up and was standing over her as she continued saying that word as if it was the only one she knew.
"Uguu!" Izumi exclaimed. Her face intensified as if she was furious.
"Er, sorry," Shuya apologized. He helped her up as he grabbed her right hand, and she was about five foot three. She seemed to be around the age of eighteen, but he wasn't sure. "Do you have a name?"
"Uguu," Izumi uttered once more. The girl went over to his couch as she sat on it with her legs over the edge.
"I'm sure that's not it," he joked. "Well, whatever. I guess you can stay here for now. I'm exhausted from all of that partying, so goodnight."
"Goodnight," Izumi whispered. He felt his ears perk as he stared at her for a while. She seemed calm and somewhat drifting off to sleep again.
"So you can talk?" he inquired with alarm, but she was already resting her head against the armrest and nodding off. The male went over to his closet, pulled out a white blanket, and covered her body with it before heading into his own room.
End of Chapter One