READERS BEWARE: The content and circumstances here are more mature than my usual fics! Here I will not censor words (unless they super bad :p) and will be more lenient on what happens. HOWEVER, read at your own risk! :D

Otherwise, enjoy!

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Jackie let out a groggy groan, tossing and turning her head back and forth as the blaring sunlight peeked behind white blinds in the window blinded her. With a tired moan she tightly shut her eyes, wanting to sleep longer. Last night went on forever; Gowland made up some celebration for a recent move coming that everyone but her could feel and wanted to celebrate their success in Heart Country. Jackie was certainly nervous about the move considering the last time it happened the Amusement Park left her stranded so this time, whether it was Wonderland's decision or not, she decided to stick close to Gowland to make sure she ended up wherever the Amusement Park went. And, considering that she could hear the clacks of the roller coaster from a distance, she would say she succeeded.

The Park's Engineer tried to stretch herself out, feeling the warm grasp of her covers holding her tightly as she tried to settle in for a few more minutes of sleep. She felt strangely sore and she wasn't sure why. It wasn't like she moved around a whole lot during the party. Her tongue clicked the roof of her mouth, feeling dry as she huffed, wanting to sleep more.

A deep inhale by her ear made her pause, puzzled as she opened her eyes and stared at the white and salmon patterned wall. She immediately froze, realizing this was not her apartment somehow and that the warm silk covers entangling her were accompanied by strong limbs. Jackie twisted her head back, feeling her heart leap into her mouth at seeing not a Role Holder, but a black with red undertone haired faceless cuddling up to her and who was still lingering in his sleep but clearly slowly waking up. His large, tall and slightly rounded ears, red on the back with gray rimming and white inside, twitched, listening attentively as she internally shrieked. Who, who is this? What is he?!

The faceless man tightened the hug as he pulled whoever he had slept with this past Night Time Change closer and over his chest. With a yawn that showed pointy fangs he caressed her back without looking yet at whoever it was. "Morning," he murmured, kissing the side of her head and cuddled back against the young woman, his tail lightly wagging under the sheets. For some reason he felt quite more energetic than usual and noticing the sensation of her warm skin and the silk touch of the sheets over his body, he knew they were naked. With a smile he addressed her, "would you like to go for round two-?!"

Checking out this Night's lady, he finally saw who he had spent the night with and jumped away, rolling out of the bed before standing up. The woman in his bed was the third foreigner in Wonderland; and his next assignment. "Oh," he calmly pulled off the covers from her, ignoring her startled squeak to see that she was indeed naked as well; deliciously naked and covered in beautiful reminders of ample kissing and enthusiastic biting in the form of hickies all over her chest, breasts and body. Her cheeks were flushed as her eyes darted over him, no doubt seeing all of the hickies she left on him - although to be honest, they were more like bite marks. His large ears remained attentive on her, listening to her frantically racing heartbeat. That, her being nude and attentive towards him the night before wasn't a problem at all. What might be a problem was that he was supposed to watch over her from afar, not sleep with her, but now that it had happened, well~ what happened happened and he needed to simply adapt.

Jackie grabbed the covers back, covering herself quickly with a flush as she struggled to remember what happened last night. " … uh, hey?" Jackie questioned in confusion, sliding back away from him before stepping off the bed and keeping the sheets over herself. Her mind was still fuzzy and slow trying to remember what happened; she remembered having fun at the party, drinking strictly not alcoholic beverages so how the hell did she end up in someone else's bed?

While her heart pounded in a panicked mess, she struggled to remain calm despite her tensed body. Her mind briefly wondered if she was kidnapped but that wasn't right; he was clearly just as freaked if not more so than she was. Jackie paused, finding her own lack of reaction to be rather alarming and could only blame Wonderland for dulling her senses. She shifted her legs, feeling fairly sore. That soreness didn't mean anything; it could have been from anything, n-not from sleeping with someone! She found herself questioning her own logic before she noticed a pounding headache, making her drop her head into her hand and try to dull it.

The faceless waved his hand and smiled, his tail wagging just slightly. "Hi, Jackie. Mmhh … last night was wonderful, from what I remember. Would you like to go at it again or would you like something for your hangover?" He asked while scratching the back of his head and his ears crooked at the right, not caring at all that he was completely naked or that she was too.

Jackie stared at him rather emptily, still trying to wake up as she processed his words. " … WHAT." She demanded with an angry and stiff demand of a singular word, her head still spinning and trying to catch up to what was going on. She let out a groan, staggering to the side before slumping against the wall, seeing double as she haggardly breathed. " … I … I don't feel so good." Jackie admitted, sliding down onto her knees as she tried to think but each time she tried to concentrate on a thought, it escaped her grasp.

He jumped over the bed rather spritely and embraced her, helping her sit on the bed, where he let her lean her weight on him. "Last night at the party you drank a bit too much strong stuff and you wanted to come to my place and have some intimate fun. That's what I remember … you aren't used to drinking, si?" He laid back down on the bed and pulled her down with him, His ears and tail relaxing quite a bit. "Just relax a bit and rest. Once you feel better we can have breakfast." He covered her back with the sheets. He wouldn't deny a little more sleep while in her company.

"Drink … ? I didn't drink any alcohol last night. The smell and taste is disgusting," Jackie gagged as her head spun, leaning her head against him. She tried to remember if she did perhaps drink something by mistake but she knew for a fact she wouldn't have drunk anything she didn't trust. All she had was water so how the hell did this happen?

His ears flickered. "You did drink but rest for now." He patted her back and let her curl onto him. He knew from the file his boss had given him that Jackie didn't drink alcohol, and so even the smallest quantity would get her drunk but she had acted pissed drunk last night; even now she smelled like alcohol. Which was bad in any case. He suppressed a yawn. Now he would have to explain this to the higher ups … good news, he might get to see the mighty Boss in person, bad news… the boss of all bosses might be angry and the last thing he wanted to do was to upset that person. But he also supposed that if Jackie was happy with it, then everything would be more than fine. He hugged Jackie and enjoyed her warmth listening to the beat of her heart with his big and fluffy ears.

" … wait, round two?" Jackie asked, his earlier words now just finishing their processing in her head. He suggested round two earlier … round two of what? The dull thumping in her nether regions made her think 'round two' might be related to what caused that. And if she didn't know herself better, she would dare say that they, perhaps, slept together? Jackie's heart skipped a beat in horror at the thought.

"Jackie," Fiore softly muttered with his ears slightly pulled back. He knew she was a virgin. The file said so; or used to be before last night. And according to her file that was something she held onto quite tightly so for it to have been shared with him, well, he wasn't sure how she would react at all but he'd just have to deal with it as it came by. "A handsome man and a lovely woman get naked in bed together after a hardcore party and wake up cuddling each other. What do you think round 1 was about?" He smiled gently but funny he could perfectly hear how her heart was beating at a mad pace and, according to the big boss, that showed anxiousness, fear, excitement, distress; anything but calmness.

"More sleep?" She asked in a labored breath, pausing and taking a very deep breath as she tried to push off the aching headache. "Wait, sleep … we slept, uh, together?" Jackie asked, baffled still as she looked at him with confusion, "why?" She asked, sounded almost like she could not understand the reasoning for it.

"Yes. We slept, made love, mated, humped, and all else until we passed out." He looked at her his ears perking again; she looked utterly confused with her hangover. "Let me go get you some coffee. You need it." He kissed her on the forehead and then rolled of the bed, did a couple stretches and then walked up butt naked with his tail quite relaxed towards the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker.

Jackie stared at the door, her jaw dropping in complete and utter shock. H-Humped … and … made love? Mated? The foreigner let out a very long and pained groan as she held her aching head. She could hardly remember anything at all. However just to get out of the doubt, she touched herself. Yes, she was naked and unfortunately yes, her body felt sticky all over, even between her legs.

A sharp shiver crawled down her spine as she hugged herself, very nervous as she felt quite violated. Why was she so sticky everywhere? It … i-it couldn't be true, right? There's just no way! She's never done anything like that before! No, it was impossible! Her first time was not like this, not with some random guy she must have met at the party!

In spite of her panic the most important thing now was to find a way out of here. Jackie stumbled around the room grabbing her clothes and quickly pulling them on haphazardly before walking over to the window, opening it up and looked for a possible escape route. She wavered and tilted back, dizzy as she got out to the balcony and then moved along it towards the fire escape down the side of the building. Her stomach churned as he gagged, pausing to hold down her stomach's contents. Ughhrhhh … she felt so sick she might even heave everything now. She resisted, however, continuing until she got on the ground.

She let out a shaky breath. "Oooh I am not prepared for something like this," she heavily sighed, grunting as she shifted herself around and got a hold of the bars not too far away before faltering, tightening her grip but losing a shoe in the process. Her legs pressed together, trembling slightly from holding her weight up. With a heavy huff she climbed over the metal railing, stumbling her way down the stairs and the ladder before she landed heavily, unable to get the aching out of her head. Ouch … ugh, this is the worst kidnapper she had ever met so far. And she had meet quite many. She refused to believe they had sex; that was impossible!

The Amusement Park's engineer picked up her pace, glancing at the storefront at the base of the building that she had just escaped and seeing an assortment of baked goods inside of the window, surprising her. A bakery? And it looked surprisingly fancy and elegant. She saw the brand logo on the store's window and for some reason it seemed familiar but her brain was still too scattered to think about it. Jackie blinked, puzzled before fumbling her way back towards the Amusement Park, following the excited screams of the people enjoying the rides. Oh man … this was one headache she had to sleep off. She'd think about all this later.

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Some time later after the coffee was ready and the breakfast was prepared, the faceless man came back into the room with a tray in his hands, not knowing what to say but ready for anything. Since the deed has been done, he needed to own up to what he's done and just treat her kindly like any other women he invites to bed with him … if only she was like any other woman, but she was not. She was, in the first place, a foreigner. Which meant he was very lucky man to bed such a particularly loved woman by all the Role Holders that also happened to be of high value to his Boss.

When he entered the room and found it empty he lightly tilted his head, flickered his ears and sniffed the air, but he didn't hear anything and the scent of the place was too mixed to pinpoint anything. "Ahhh … Jackie?" He left the tray by a console table and began looking for the foreigner. It was one thing to accidentally sleep with her but losing her in his own house? That was a new one. This was not the first time he played hide and seek with naked women in his bedroom, however.

He looked in the master bedroom, in the closet, under the bed, in the secret rooms as well but all he had found was her bra. He then looked at the open window. It was open, and as he walked outside and looked down. On the floor by the fire exit was her shoe. As he stared at her lone shoe, he let out a heavy sigh as his ears lowered, "well ... breakfast for one, then."

A brisk breeze quickly reminded him that he was naked. He turned around and went to drink her coffee and put her breakfast in the fridge; no need to waste food. He dressed up, grabbed her bra, came down to grab her show and went on to look for the foreigner. By scent he could track her down even though it took a bit longer to do so while in human form. His boss would definitely not like it if he failed in his mission regarding the third outsider. Plus he needed to give back her stuff and maybe figure out a good way to keep near her in order to follow his mission.

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Jackie let out a heavy sigh, lightly thumping her head against the Tea Cup ride. This morning was dreadful. She woke up in the Afternoon Time Change in her bed, dressed like a wreck with a pretty interesting nightmare ringing in the back of her head. Waking up in someone's bed after apparently drinking too much? Yeah, right. She lightly laughed at the thought, brushing it off and tightened the screws to the rides as a regular check up. As if that was even possible for her. For one thing she didn't drink so waking up with such a hangover was impossible. She could remember last night … mostly. Jackie frowned, trying to think back over what happened. She remembered feeling a little light headed so she headed home … and fell asleep in her bed. Right?

Her doubts only made her uneasy as she rubbed her head, trying to dispel the last of the dull headache she woke up with. After a heavy sigh she brushed the thought entirely off, continuing with her work while looking around at some of the early morning customers. Some of them, she noticed, had animalistic features similar to Boris or Elliot but with no eyes. In Heart Country it was rare to see animal faceless but here in Clover they were uncommon but not as rare. She pondered as to why Clover had more animal faceless before brushing it off, continuing her work. Not that it mattered, but it was just interesting.

"Hey Jackie!" Boris's voice called as the cheshire cat approached, "wow! You look horrible, what happened? Party hard without me?" He cheerfully teased, awfully chipper for a lazy cat.

"I just woke up like this," she heavily sighed, rubbing her head again and trying not to think about last night at all. The more she tried to think about it, the worse her headaches became. "Where were you last night?"

"In the party obviously with a cute girl." He winked, "you were quite happy there."

"Yeah, I guess," Jackie mentioned offhandedly, "oh, hey, Boris. Do you remember around what time I left?" She asked, biting her tongue as she almost asked 'and with who'. She looked away, brushing the thoughts away. No no, that nightmare was just a nightmare. It did not happen.

Easy and confident steps were heard coming towards them and soon a black and reddish haired faceless appeared on the ride. He had big fox-like ears and a tail remained alert behind him. He smiled brightly when he saw Jackie and let out a deep breath, his smile brightening "good, I finally found you, Ms. Jackie," he approached and looked briefly at the cheshire cat, "hello, Mr. cat," he then turned back towards Jackie and presented her a bra and a shoe. "You forgot this at my place this morning."

Silence enveloped the area as both Jackie's and Boris's eyes widened, their jaws dropping as they both stared at the item. A shudder of horror gripped Jackie's chest when she recognized her unremarkably boring and unappealing bra. She couldn't get out a single word before Boris started laughing.

"Really? This girl? That's hilarious! Not possible!" He loudly laughed, trailing off bit by bit before he glanced over at Jackie, "right, Jackie?" He asked, stiffening up as his tail puffed up, seeing her pale face and clear look of horror. "REALLY?!" Boris shouted, shocked as Jackie gasped, coming back to reality before grabbing her bra and shoe, immediately grabbing the faceless's strange animal ear as well before booking it out of there with the faceless in tow, his tail puffing.

"Ow! What did I do!? Didn't you enjoy it!? I promise I can do it better when I'm sober!" The faceless whined at the pain in his poor ear, however he couldn't help but smile and laugh at his hopeless situation. It was so bad that it could only improve.

Jackie pulled him around some bushes, finally letting go of his ear before pushing against his chest rather roughly and glaring up at him, "h-h-how do you have my bra, who are you and what is going on?!" Jackie irritably snapped at him, her cheeks turning red as the 'dream' became more and more clear.

He raised his hands and let out a humming breath, his ears flickered again and a calm smile adorned his lips, "I guess you really did drunk too much last night. So let me explain." He lowered his hands, "after last night's party you insisted on coming to my place and then you ripped off my clothes and removed yours and one thing let to another," his smile widened, "and that another is the kind of sleep between two naked people where no sleeping is involved. Then this morning you had a really bad hangover and for some reason you jumped out of the window and went away while I prepared you some coffee and breakfast." He then gave a polite bow, showing his slightly wagging tail. "As for who I am, I am Fiore Rico Barone Cerqueira at your convenience. It hurts me a bit that you don't remember me when we've been working together for a while. I'm a part time software technician for the Underground Amusement Park."

"P-P-Part time?" Jackie questioned, thinking why she wasn't told of him at all before shaking her head, visibly looking frightened, "wh-wha-what did you do to me last night?"

His smile was sunny, warm and perverted while his medium but fluffy tail wagged, "nothing that you didn't like, judging by how you were hugging me so tightly in the morning."

"B-But how?" She asked, backing away from him. "I-I felt lightheaded so then I went home … right?" Jackie said, looking away as she began questioning herself.

He shrugged. "You weren't lightheaded." He took a step closer and leaned forward with confidence, his smile still in place, "you were completely drunk and you didn't want to go to your home although I offered to take you there. You wanted to go home with me."

The sudden close proximity frightened her as her hand whipped around, slapping him across the face as a warning before she quickly backed away with a paled face. "Don't come any closer to me." She ordered.

"Auch … I didn't deserve that. Girls only slap me when they want to top and play rough … and last night you were the one demanding to get close," he sighed, not bothering to rub his cheek since the hit was quite pathetic as his still playful tail showed, which reiterated why she needed an operative card for protection. "I wouldn't know what you drank. When we hit it you were already very festive and insisted I drank the rest of the bottle you were holding."

"B-But that is impossible! What bottle?" She demanded, "when I left the party all I had was a paper cup," Jackie said, beginning to tremble. She wasn't just frightened, she was terrified. Did this weirdo really take advantage of her last night? And how could she not remember any of it?

"No, you had a bottle, not a paper cup. And to prove stuff, I can tell you that you have a mole in the inner side of your right leg and a lot of scars on your back," he spoke quite lightly of this incident.

" … th-that means nothing," Jackie shakily snapped at him, her face turning more and more red. How is that even possible-?! How could she have gotten drunk and slept with someone? The taste and smell repulsed her; so what happened from when she left the part to where she met him? Jackie ran her fingers through her hair, struggling to remember what had happened on her walk home.

He sighed, "fine … I didn't want to bring this out, but you also spoke a lot about yourself while demanding hugs and backrubs." His ears moved like a radar from side to side before he looked around to ensure no one else was even near. "Your mother abused you. She went crazy when your brother died and began confusing you with him and she had to be put in a mental asylum. Your garage back in your world was practically broke and you had no friends or real family left when you came into this world." He took a deep breath and continued. "I can also tell you what you said about your stay in this world, or if you want, and you do need it, I can give you another hug."

Jackie's jaw dropped in sheer horror as she covered her mouth, now quite frightened. She told him all of that?! "Y-You stay away from me." Jackie snapped at him, hurrying off towards the tent where the party was held before stopping, remembering what she was carrying. She quickly stuffed her bra into her tool belt strapped to her hips before picking up the pace. She knew it was impossible for her to have drank something like alcohol. So what happened?

"Wait a second," impossibly fast he stood in front of her and raised his hands into a half defensive and half stopping position, backing away from him. His posture quite laid back, his ears perking forward and his tail merely resting against his legs but she did not drop her guard. "Look. I'm not lying. You were really drunk when you hopped in my pants and I know you are confused. I really don't have bad intentions; you asked me what happened and I just answered honestly."

"B-But all of that … how could I have possibly been drunk if I didn't drink anything?" She asked at him, pulling her arm away from him and trying to figure out what to do.

"But you did drink. You had a bottle." He pinched the bridge of his nose and pressing his ears back against his skull, considering that maybe there was something wrong with this foreigner. She was a bit slow and even presented with evidence and rational information she acted so … irrational. Completely different that he'd expect from an engineer or from what a 'modern' foreigner should act, but oh well, she was overwhelmed, so up to a point he understood it. "That bottle is still in my house."

"I didn't have a bottle, just a paper cup," Jackie reminded him in annoyance. "And it was water."

"You had a bottle and it was not water. Not when the label says '100% VODKA'." He let out a small growl. Now he understood why his Boss didn't deal with her personally. "Not because it's transparent it's water, marshmallow donut."

"Piss off," Jackie growled at him, pulling free and trying to walk away again.

"Hey, I'm trying to help. No wonder you have no boyfriend and only holders are interested in you because of the game." He crossed his arms. He had never thought her personality would be so un-charming after all they did last night. "And if you want to see the bottle then it is my house. I'll place it by the fire ladder you climbed down."

"As if I care wh-what you think. Go home." She shakily growled, clearly on edge. Her voice trembled, showing her fright quite clearly.

He crossed his arms his hair and tail puffing slightly, "and you shouldn't get so angry. You are the one who took advantage of me. Had me take you to my house, removed my clothes, humped me, made me prepare coffee and breakfast that went to waste? And I even came to give you back your clothes and explain to you what happened."

"I took advantage of you?! Y-Y-Yeah, I bet I reeeally tortured you, huh? So much so you couldn't stop me?" Jackie irritably reminded him, feeling horribly vulnerable and violated on many different levels. She wasn't in the wrong, he was! He took advantage of her, no matter how he tried to spin this!

"I didn't mean that. Why would I try to stop a beautiful woman from doing me? I wouldn't mind if you take advantage of me again." He grinned for a second before trying to look serious again, his puffiness lost already. "Not that I would mind listening to your worries and hold you out or giving you backrubs. But first control your temper and face what happened."

"Nothing happened." She snapped at him, continuing to walk away. How could she have possibly slept with someone? Easy; she didn't. There was simply no possible way that happened. And he was trying to tell her that she was drunk when she ran into him? Yeah right. Like she was going to buy that crap.

"Tell that to the stickiness in your body and all the evidence, marshmallow donut." He groaned. If he had eyes he would be rolling them. "Alright. When you wanna speak about it and remember, then you know where to find me." He turned around, but looked over his shoulder. "And thank you for the night. I did enjoy it and I wish you remembered and enjoyed it as well."

After that he walked away, and as soon as he reached the corner and turned around, he climbed up the building towards the roof to hide. Passing his hand along his long hair tied in a ponytail. Looking at Jackie walked below he pressed on his communicator. "Here Ballade. RJ45-UP. This is a direct order for operative Waltz-32. Take on mission 'Stalk-worm' until further orders. Target is moving at quadrant AP-7 right now."

The answer was immediate, "roger that."

He cut off the communication and went towards the closest entrance of one of their connective tunnels. He needed to face his fate and report this.

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After hours and hours of searching, Jackie could not come up with one piece of evidence as to what happened last night. No matter how much she wracked her brain or retraced her steps, even taking a variety of shortcuts and paths to and from the party to her house, she came up with nothing.

She irritably rubbed her head, unable to make heads or tails out of what happened. What in the world happened from between her leaving the party, totally sober but light headed, to her waking up in that man's apartment? Her face deeply flushed as she headed home, hearing a nearby door open with a loud squeak. She glanced over to the door, making a mental note to come back and oil it, before she saw Boris exiting the door. She froze as Boris looked over to her, pausing as well before he grinned and hurried over to her.

"Hey, hey Jackie, what was that about this morning?" He asked, his kitty curiosity raging behind his eyes as Jackie immediately looked away.

"Nope. Nothing." She stated, walking away to her apartment quickly.

"Hey come on, you can tell me! Did you and that faceless have a fling?" Boris asked, gasping in excitement before bursting out into laughter, "there's no way, right? I mean, a faceless, Jackie? You know you could have me in bed anytime you wanted, right?" Boris loudly laughed, sticking close to her side as she picked up the pace to a very fast speed walk.

"Leave me alone, Boris!" She growled, mildly panicking. There was just no way that she, she, of all people had something like a 'fling' with anybody! I-I-It simply wasn't possible!

And yet that is what all the evidence pointed to.

"Hey, it's okay! I can keep a secret, I promise!" Boris grinned, thoroughly enjoying getting under her skin with some scandalous and juicy information. Jackie tried to escape into her apartment, slamming the door on him but he easily slipped on through with a cheeky grin, "was it here? I don't smell anyone else here," he said, looking around excitedly.

"BORIS," Jackie stated, whipping around and pushing against his chest. He excitedly smiled, leaning forward and trying to glean any kind of information possible just by looking into her honest eyes, "just drop the subject, alright? Nothing. Happened." She growled.

Boris sniffed the air. "I do smell some faceless here in your room. More than one." He sniffed again, then the cheshire cat approached Jackie and pinched her nose, pulling up to have her open her mouth. "I don't smell exactly alcohol but I do smell something else."

"Boris, come on, really? You know I don't drink." She snapped at him before he gripped her cheek, sliding his thumb into her mouth. "Geh! Shtop thath!" Jackie demanded as he tilted her head up, keeping her mouth open as he sniffed more fervently at the scent.

"This … doesn't smell like alcohol." He noted with a frown, clearly puzzled. "Well, it smells like it but it's different."

"OFF!" Jackie snapped at him, slapping his hands away before grabbing hold of the base of his tail.

"MRAH?! Jackie, that hurts! Let go, please!" Boris pleaded as Jackie opened her door back up. She let go, pushing him out the door but before she could slam it on his face, he held the door and sniffed all around her despite her protests before frowning. "Seriously, Jackie. You can trust me and tell me the truth. You may lie but I can clearly smell that guy on you and there's no doubt you kissed him." He teasingly smirked, "and it must have been hot too. You're making me jealous over here."

"Get out of my house, Boris! I'm taking a shower so don't bother me!" Jackie irritably barked at him before pushing him out of the door.

"Oh? A Shower? Can I join?" Boris cheekily grinned as the engineer shoved against his chest, making him back up a bit.

"Don't be stupid!" Jackie shouted at him, kicking him off of the porch as he smoothly turned around with a cheeky grin.

"Why not? Since you slept with a faceless, taking a shower with a Role Holder is fine and even better, right?" He asked happily as his hand trailed over his gun within his pocket without her noticing.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Jackie shouted, slamming the door shut.

Boris's light smile fell into a mischievous grin as he glanced to the side, picking up on the scent of some faceless that were inside of her room. Regardless of what or rather who Jackie was doing in her free time, irritating him or not, there were some pests he wanted to hunt. He smelled their scents in her room and he did not like that one bit. Getting rid of some faceless she fancied wouldn't be so bad; not as long as she didn't find out about it.

Jackie irritably walked to her bathroom, undressing as she went before noticing the crusty stickiness of her clothing sticking to her skin. She gagged in disgust, ripping the clothes off before glaring at them and feeling the stiffness of the fabric. Why in the hell were her clothes so, s-so-! The faceless man's words echoed in her head before she threw the clothes onto the ground, stomping into her bathroom where she noticed that her skin was sticky from her chest and all down between her legs. She shivered in disgust, internally screaming and cursing at him before she paused. What was his name again? Flower something? UGH! She shuddered again, protectively hugging herself.

There's no way anything happened, she refused to believe it!

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After crossing a long length of hidden underground corridors filled with traps, Fiore Rico finally arrived to the central underground building where the Lullaby's logistic center in the region was set up with. An underground electric train station situated under a normal truck logistic and transport place above ground which masked the noise of traveling on the train. Here also was the local governance center for the Lullaby's operations to the amusement park territory and the place where he and other minor CEO's needed to give their reports.

"Hola, Caramelo!" He charmingly called towards the receptionist with her beloved nickname and saluted her by kissing her right cheek before giving her a small set of 3 colorful macaroons. His ears remained towards her and no one else, giving her all the attention she desired.

"Hola, Fiore," she giggled and placed the macaroons on her desk. "Did you pass the security regulations?"

"I'm the security CEO for the Amusement Park. Of course I did, Caramelo (caramel)." He smiled as his short tail fell. Of course he hadn't; that took too long and was a boring process. "Say, is Sour Apple here? I need to give her my weekly report."

The secretary pointed towards a door. "Yes, she's been having a fit with the delay of tunnel 12 towards the castle's town slow construction. So try not to anger her too much this time." She giggled before pressing the intercom, "Chief Executive Officer of Security for the Amusement Park, Fiore Rico Barone Cerqueira, is here with his reports."

A female groaning in aggravation voice answered, "let him in."

"No promises there, Caramelo." He then lovingly sighed and reached out to her, "but do promise me a date later?" He asked with a smile, taking a strand of her hair and kissing it.

"Sorry Fiore, I have a boyfriend." The receptionist giggled, reaching up and gently tugging on his canine-like ear, "remove these silly ears and tail and I might have relented," she teased.

"And I don't mind sharing," he answered with a wagging tail before leaning, kissing her on the cheek before heading for Sour Apple's office.

Upon entering the big office filled with side tables full of maps, plans and equations, he went by the desk and deposited a package identical to the one he had given to the secretary but with 5 macaroon instead of 3. "Hola, Manzana Agria (Sour Apple)." He beamed with an idiotically bright smile towards a finely dressed woman of his same age. He leaned forward to salute her like he normally did to everyone with a kiss on the right cheek, but the woman didn't stand up, preventing him from reaching her. His ears went down for a moment.

"Your report should have been given yesterday. What happened?" The woman adjusted her glasses.

"So cold, Manzana Agria," he made the motion of hugging his arms, "I could warm you up if you'd like."

The woman growled and grabbed a ruler that lay on the desk. "Forget it, you d*** irresponsible casanova dog! Now give your report before I send you to the tunnel 8." She threatened with a daggerous glare in his direction.

"Whoa, calm down." He raised his hands defensively but his grin remained. He then looked around, not bothering sitting down and began speaking. "Let's see … mmhhh … ," he trailed off as he placed his index finger on his chin and tapped in thought. "Oh yes, regardless of the Role Holder's normal negotiations around the Amusement Park, there had been activity regarding hostile acquisitions of buildings. All have been repealed and we have gained 26 new test subjects. Outside of that the security is tight inside the park but some of those Jeralds have been trying to infiltrate or break in. It appears that they are targeting the little worm but all their attempts have been nullified so far, either by our forces in secret or by the Role Holders directly." He then stretched himself out, humming with a pleased tune to himself, "also, our own incursions into defending our allies have been successful. We currently have expanded our influence in 25% towards the northern districts," he continued, mentioning a multitude of incidents and numbers, all of which the woman listened to with the perfect memory of recollecting the information.

"And where is your report?" She tapped her foot, beginning to get impatient.

"I just gave it." He yawned.

"Your written report." She clarified in a hard and forced tone of somewhat politeness.

"That's boring, plus you have an excellent memory, so it's easier if I just report directly." Once more he grinned as her face became red and her anger increased, but before she could grab that ruler again or say anything, he remember another thing. "Oh! I nearly forgot it. I also slept with Jackie Penske last night. That's why I was too busy to write my report." He explained with a happy smile as his tail wagged.

Silence enveloped the room as the woman froze. Fiore remained silently smiling, allowing the information to sink in.

" … you what?" She was dumbstruck. "You slept with that foreigner?"

"Well, of course we slept … after we had sex." He smiled again, his tail wagging as he prepared to run.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WATCH HER! NOT sleep with her!" The woman shouted, leaping up from her chair and slamming her hands against the table in anger, grabbing the ruler and transforming it into a repetition ballesta with intricate golden designs.

"I was watching her; from various angles, I'm sure of that." He explained happily, leaping back and preparing to run. The woman fixed the arrows on him, shaking the weapon in her anger before letting out a heavy sigh and lowering the crossbow, surprising him.

" … I am not reporting this to the Berceuse. You go." She stated, rubbing her aching head.

"Me? Reporting directly to Lady A?" He gulped, terrified as much as he was thrilled beyond measure to see the Berceuse, his tail swinging like a tornado of happiness but his ears flat against his skull. "If that's the Berceuse's wish, then of course." He answered with a blush as he kissed his knuckles right over his tattoo located on his left ring finger.

"I'm not telling her you f***ed up on day one of the operation to watch over the idiotic free-for-grabs foreigner. How the hell did you even get a foreigner in bed so fast?!" She demanded, beyond reason in all of her shock.

"My natural charm and the fact she was piss drunk?" He answered with natural ease, his tail then stopped moving and perked, "except for the drunk part, it worked with you too."

"Urgghh!" She screamed in anger before she shot 5 bolts towards him, but while he jumped back, time distorted around the area.

With complete control over the time in the vicinity, he moved out of the way of her bolts with ease before realizing he took exactly 2 and a half steps more in the duration of the brief pause. His eyes widened as time sped back up, the bolts digging into the back wall before he turned around and began running towards the exit. His time distortion had lasted another .5 seconds? This revelation baffled him as much as it did excite him. He was told that by getting to work closely with a foreigner he may eventually gain some deeper levels on his abilities but he never imagined that it would happen so soon; .5 seconds of time manipulation was life or death in a battle.

"Alright, thank you!" He smiled before running out of there, proud but terrified before he followed the secret tunnel towards the next territory with his ears perked and his tail wagging.

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Hope you enjoy this! I've gotten lots of messages asking me to pair Jackie up with a faceless and I think Chaos-Dark-Lord and I have a very funny and unique way of writing this differently than all the other stories I've written so far! I look forward to serving you more fun situations with this mess Jackie has mysteriously gotten herself into. 5 REVIEWS for the next chapter!

Chaos-dark-lord: Hello everyone. You've been asking for a story between Jackie and a Faceless, so here we are cooperating and giving it to you. This story is a continuation of the also co-fic 'Future Warrior' in Peekodemeko's profile, but its entirely new and independent. Now tell us what you expect or what you think will happen here ;D