READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED
THIS STORY CONTAINS MAN ON MAN, WOMAN ON WOMAN, GRAPHIC SCENES, RAPE, GORE, SMUT, STRONG LANGUAGE, RACISM, AND USAGE OF DRUGS.
DISCLAIMER
I DO NOT OWN THE FINDER SERIES OR SOME OF THE CHARACTERS.
Akihito's sneakers graze the asphalt as he runs down the sidewalk, his dirty blond locks swaying over his light blue eyes. He quickly turns and rushes down a stairwell. When he reaches the bottom and runs along the platform he sees the red rear lights of the metro disappear down the tunnel.
"Dammit!" he pants.
The young photographer fishes his wallet out of his pocket, finding a few money notes.
If I hurry now and hail a taxi I'll only be five minutes late. he thought to himself as he checks his watch.
He quickly turns to leave and is greeted by a fist to the face, the blow knocks him back and he falls to the ground.
"Hey what the hell!?" Akihito yells as he rubs the tender spot.
Moving towards the youngster is three men, two of them are burly and in front of them is one that is less bulky.
"Takaba Akihito," the first man says as he saunters forward with the wallet in his hand. "Reporter for the Weekly Headline."
"W-what is this? Who are you guys? What do you want?" The photographer stutters nervously as he crawls back.
"We deliver you a gift," the first man says as he slips the wallet into his back pocket. "From our boss who is now rotting away in the pin because of you."
The thugs continue to move forward, one of them cracks his knuckles slowly, letting each pop echo. Akihito's mind races at a thousand miles an hour as he analyzes the condition. He's been in numerous fights before but these guys aren't the sort to be trifled with. His fingers slip in the grime for something to protect him- a shard of glass, a scrap of metal, anything. The leader lunges and Akihito quickly throws up an arm to block the strike.
WHAM!
Suddenly the lead thug is knocked sideways and falls to the ground with the wet crunch of a skull meeting concrete. The two remaining thugs look at the interloper standing defensively in front of their prey. The face is astonishingly identical to Akihito's; same fair skin and short dirty blonde hair, but more girlish and instead with fierce violet eyes.
"Tori!" Akihito says.
The girl looks over her shoulder at the photographer and smirks, speaking in a delicate soprano. "Sup,"
In her moment of carelessness she feels a blow land on her arm and pulls back immediately, punching the offender square in the face. As she does so, Tori feels her feet fly up from underneath her and she is falling back. She catches herself when she lands on the ground and bounces back on her feet- delivering a punch in the thug's groin and as he doubles over in pain she delivers an uppercut. She grasps his head in her hands and brings her knee up to his nose, there is a blunt crack and she releases his head. Crimson leaks from both his nostrils and with a quick uppercut he falls to the ground.
Tori looks over at the last ruffian and finds Akihito- who decided to join in at some point- trading blows with him. He can land attacks on him, but is slowly accumulating his own share of injuries. The ruffian's fist ploughs into the youth's stomach, his guts smash together. Akihito clenches his teeth and repays this by punching his opponent's jaw, his fist collides with all his body weight.
As the ruffian stumbles back Tori dashes over and grabs Akihito by the hand- pulling him along toward the stairs. The two leave the station and fly through the city streets like bats out of hell. After twisting and turning down one random street after another for a solid minute- not paying attention to their destination- they slow to a walk.
Huffing, Tori looks over at Akihito. "You okay?"
Akihito, who is in a gasping fit, just nods. "When… did you… get in?"
"About a couple hours ago." Tori smirks. "So who were you trying to snitch on now?"
"No one! I was in a rush to get- to my next client. Tried to take a shortcut. Next thing I know I'm being jumped. Then you showed up."
"You're lucky you're blood or else I would have kept on walking."
Akihito sighs, his breathing now normal. With a smile he moves over and drapes an arm over the girl's shoulders. "It's nice to see you again."
"Ditto," Tori responds.
The two then reach a bus stop and settle on the metal bench.
"Anything interesting happen while I was away?" Tori asks.
"Nothing worth reporting," Akihito responds. Not really wanting to reveal what's really been going on with him and a particular yakuza. "So how was your trip?"
"It was nice. Spain is so very beautiful, Aki. And the running of the bulls- you should go with me next time!"
"Of course," Akihito grins. "And I'll be cheering you on from a very high balcony."
Tori clicks her tongue as she playfully nudges the photographer.
Like Akihito, Tori is also a freelancer. Though her work tends to take her all over the globe. Thank to her medical qualifications she works as an au pair, nurse, and vet. But her specialty is computers so she also gets jobs involving programming, web and graphic designing.
A green cab suddenly appears around the corner and comes to a stop on the opposite side of the street.
"Hey do you think you can spot me for a cab? That bastard took-"
"Oh," Tori cuts Akihito off as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a wallet. "I got it while you were going at it with the other guy."
"Arigato!" Akihito takes the wallet, checking the contents and pleased to find everything is there.
"Here." Tori holds out a hundred.
Akihito looks at the money, a bit bemused.
"What? You think I was checking their pockets for candy." Tori quips.
"Thank Tori but I do-" he is cut off as the girl quickly tucks the large bill into his pocket and gets to her feet.
"No givesies backsies!" Tori shouts as she takes off.
Akihito can't help but chuckle, and turns to flag the cab.
Tori slows to a stop at a crosswalk, reveling in the way her body feels after sprinting for a good long while as she waits. Her legs are tingling and her head is light with euphoria. Heck, running is one of the few things that makes her feel completely happy. She just loves how light and fast she felt whenever she runs. She feels indomitable.
Once the walkman appears she jogs across the street.
After turning a couple of corners she slows to a walk as she approaches her rundown apartment complex. The dwelling consists of two five-story stone buildings practically coated with grime, the only splash of color is from the lurid graffiti. They stand on either side of a stone railroad track, beneath which is littered with the injection of paraphernalia.
She makes her way inside, waving at the security/receptionist on duty as she heads over to the elevators. Stepping off at her destined floor she fishes her keys out of her pocket as she walks down the hall. After finding the right one she soon stops at a door and goes to put the key in, only to find that it is already unlocked.
She slowly enters her dwelling, then relaxes when she spots the intruder sitting on the couch drinking a glass of wine. A woman with well tan skin, the top of her black hair died blonde and styled in a slick back undercut. She's fairly androgynous, though could easily pass for the opposite gender with her choice of casual attire; a brown leather jacket open over a white shirt, light blue jeans, and sneakers.
"Hey Bebe." Tori greets as she closes the door behind her.
"Hey Chickadee." the intruder, Bebe, greets back with a seductive smirk.
"Don't move." Bebe says after the girl toes off her shoes.
Tori immediately freezes, standing very still.
"Strip."
"Do I have to?" Tori responds.
"Now."
Tori complies; soon she is standing in nothing but a strapless bandeau bra and short, all over crochet lace, female boxers. Bebe sets the glass down on the coffee table and drinks in the sight of the sexy blonde. Tori is truly an aesthetical sight; with miraculously flawless skin, soft hair, double eyelids, and a babyface. A true gem, amethyst to be exact with those purple lustrous eyes.
"Get over here." Bebe says after a couple moments.
Tori saunters over to the tomboy, her hips swaying like the ocean. It feels like forever when she finally reaches the couch. She straddles her lap, her bare knees on either side of her thighs.
Bebe places a hand on her warm, soft cheek and moves in for a kiss.
Tori turns her head as she pulls back a bit. "Bebe,"
Bebe clicks her tongue. "Oh come on, Chickadee-boo."
"It goes against my religion,"
"Funny how your peeps are against kissing, and yet you're okay whenever I play around with your…" Bebe slips a hand into her boxers. "Other pair of lips."
Tori responds with a light chuckle as her cheeks become slightly flushed.
"You know how much money you could make? Just by hanging out with one of my rich friends like this?"
"I'm okay with usual income."
"Yeah, but just one hour would give you more than enough to get you a better apartment."
Tori cocks her head to the side. "But…"
Before she continues the wooden floor begins to shake, and soon the squealing of metal moving along metal sounds mixed with the rapid rushing of air. It becomes blaring and through the three windows in the back brick wall a train can be seen driving by.
After all is calm again the blonde continues. "Wouldn't it bother you? Me being with someone else?"
"I know it won't mean nothing, baby. Besides you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." Bebe then slips a single finger inside and rubs slow erotic circles around her clit.
Tori inhales a bit shakily as she fumbles for words. "I… I don't know…"
"Well there's a little get together later tonight. You should come and check it out."
Tori looks at Bebe, slowly getting lost in the pleasure as her finger continues to fondle her.
BRIEF WORD FROM THE AUTHOR
I know I know it's a bit short but I hope it caught your attention.
