A/N: Glad to see that you guys like the story so far! Anyway, I'm always on the lookout for improvements in previous chapters, whether they be fixes or missed information. I really should proofread better… Also, I'm going to try my best to word things better. Changes were made in ch. 2 again!
The fun begins!
Ch. 3 Icy endeavors and 'Lovely' situations!
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Zeke questioned is ability to take care of his new guest. Just yesterday he was attacked by some crazy Wolf subspecies looking for a hardy dinner and now a woman he had only just met had her fingers interlaced with his. He knew it wasn't right to judge all extraspecies thanks to a few deviants but it was really starting to wear at his conscience. Already he could feel a migraine coming on from all of this. His face contorted into a wince and he groaned.
"Are you alright? You do not seem well." came the monotonous voice of Yukio. She kneeled down and looked at his face, clutching onto his hand in indistinct worry. Cold sweat started to form, her closeness unnerving him. Sure, she didn't look threatening but he had to be sure. "I'm okay, I just need a little time." he said, inadvertently talking about her. His right eye was shut tight.
"It's probably stress. he was just attacked yesterday by an Inugami. Even though he was blushing at you, he's probably wary around you." Ms. Namora chimed as she came out of Zeke's house. This made Yukio gasp and quickly move away from him to give him space. "My apologies if I made you uncomfortable. I was told that you were cautious around liminals before coming here and I did not respect that like I should have." She apologized, bowing in shame. However, the way she said it was... odd. He couldn't detect any amount of emotion in her voice and her face remained ambiguous. This immediately made Zeke feel like he was in the presence some machine.
That was rude and clearly not true judging by her actions earlier.
"It's alright... Just keep your distance." he said, rubbing his temple. This only made a shadowy aura hang around her as she hung her head in what seemed like shame. Is she... sad? I didn't mean to hurt her... Nice going, idiot. He mentally scrutinized to himself. Not wanting to make the situation worse than it already was, Zeke quickly changed the subject, "So, an Inugami you said she was?" he asked all to quickly to Ms. Namora.
"Uhh, yeah." She started, not sure how to respond, "They are a werewolf subspecies who live around populated areas. The one you encountered last night was a grey wolf inugami. They are normally distrustful and, at times, even resentful towards humans because of some age-old ritual we used to do way back when." She then pushed up her sunglasses and continued, "Although, they don't have problem eating one… Anyway, that pepper spray of yours did a real number on her. I was honestly surprised the conflict lasted so long, all things considering."
"What do mean by that? Did you think I was going to die?!" Zeke exclaimed. "No no, I wasn't talking about you, hun." Namora simply waved him off and turned her attention to Ice-tress. "It must be getting warm out here, how about we get inside?" she offered. Yukio looked between Zeke and Namora, partially wanting to accept the offer but not wanting to offend her newly found host again. Zeke noticed a small hint of shyness appear on her face as she did so. It broke the stoicism facade she appeared to have, much to the young man's relief.
He sighed and put on a smile for his guest. "Come on in. I'll set the AC on if you need it." he said kindly. The Yuki-Onna's eyes seemed to widen slightly but then her gaze softened and she nodded.
Meanwhile in Hospital A…
Smith had been tasked by the lead team of project 'Monster Therapy' to look over Star after Namora reported the whole issue. She was reluctant at first but after a good talking (berating) to by Namora, she finally agreed to it. However, Smith was clocked out on a chair leaving her squad to do the watching. Our little Doppelganger had been somewhat irritated that she missed all the action of last night and was left with babysitting Smith and their headquarters. "Seriously, you couldn't have woken me up? Things have been a little slow and the one time I'm itching for some action, you forget me!" Doppel complained with her arms crossed.
"Give it a rest! We had to leave as soon as possible since we were already late as it was." Zombina argued. She then leaned forward with grim look on her face, "Unless you wanted Zeke to become dog food?" This made the Shape-shifter recoil slightly and sigh in defeat. "Alright, you made your point..." she mumbled. Tio smiled and said, "Oh, there's always next time! Who knows what other liminals might want their claws on him!"
"Don't say things like that, Tio!" Manako whined, her eye tearing up, "I would prefer Zeke in one piece, thank you!"
"Eh, I'm not a fan of that manga. So I'd rather not have him in One Piece!" Zombina joked with a toothy grin. Doppel chuckled for she got the reference. Manako was about to say something but stopped when they heard a groan coming from the hospital bed. Zombina moved her seat near the bed and aimed a Tranquilizer at her neck should anything go awry. The wolf girl stirred and shuffled, mumbling thing such as "Our battle ain't over yet…" or "Get that spray away from me!"
This made her jolt awake but was met with a gun to her throat. She looked around and immediately noticed something was off. "Where am I? Who are you?" she said trying calm her nerves. "Welcome back to the land of the living, fuzzy! And before I answer that question, how about we recall last night's events, shall we?" Zombina said with a grin. "What are you…" Star trailed off as the memories returned. She recollected all the events that transpired last night and immediately scowled at Zombina. "You're the one who stopped my feast! The hell?" she barked at her. Zombina just stuck her tongue out a lightly tapped her head.
Star looked around and noticed two other clads with same outfit as Zombina, another who was simply nude and a woman in a suit snoring away. "Who are you guys supposed to be, the Feds?" she asked. "Sort of. Since humans can't touch us liminals, someone has to take people like you down, right?" Doppel said, leaning on the wall in front of star. "People like me?! He lost fair and square! The spoils were mine for the taking!" the wolf girl shouted and started to rise. Zombina, however, squeezed the gun against her throat, pushing her back down. "Make another move like that and I'll put you down for another Twenty-four hours." She said with a menacing grin are her face. This made Star sweat and immediately complied with her request. "Besides, what's your point? This ain't nature. We just don't go threatening to eat people all gung-ho like that. It's the principle or whatever." Doppel said Ironically.
"Whatever…" Star sighed. She laid there and the rest of them stood in silence save for Smith's snoring. "Well, can you at least get whatever's on my right eye? Its obscuring my vision…" she muttered. Zombina was about to say something but was stopped by Tio who whispered, "I'll do it..." Tio stood up and walked to the edge of the bed and kneeled. She sighed and put on disconcerting face, "When you arrived here, your face had been basically burning. No one, man or liminal, should have been sprayed by pepper spray that many times. The doctors were lucky to save at least one eye, the other one, well… The acidic properties of it had burned into your eye and seeped in your pupil, destroying he retina."
Star looked horrified. She looked at Tio with a panicked gaze in her now solo, left eye. "No way…" she said in disbelief. Tio only nodded sadly. She was ready to comfort her if need be. Something clicked in Star's head and she asked, "Does anyone have an eye-patch?" Every one shot a look of surprise and Manako answered, "Uh, yeah… They said to give it to you as soon as you woke up." "Gimme! Gimme!" she demanded quickly. "O-oh, okay." Manako presented the eye-patch to Star. Star looked at Zombina for reassurance.
Zombina just rolled her eyes and raised her Tranquilizer. Star then raised and snatched the eye-patch from Manako. She quickly latched the elastic over her right eye and asked for a mirror. Tio happily gave her a mirror she already had on her. A large grin formed on her face. "Save for a few patches of red and a bruise, I look AWESOME!" She shouted. "So… You don't care that you can't see out of your right eye?" Tio said awkwardly. "Hey. I lose an eye, I look awesome. I'd say that evens things out!" she said proudly, still looking at the mirror.
"Glad to see she has priorities in check." Doppel murmured. Star returned the mirror and laid back down with her hands on her head and asked, "Hey. Am I being deported? Not that I really care but I must have my revenge against that human! I'm gonna be the one take him down!"
"Firstly, No revenge plots. And to answer your question, no, you are not being deported," answered a groggy Smith. "Really? Then what? I know I ain't off the hook after the crap I pulled." Star said knowingly. "Yeah, well you're just going to have to wait before we tell you anything." Smith said yawning. "Anyway, I was ordered to buy you food after you woke up, so get ready." Smith said bitterly and got up and stood by the door.
"Oh, and we got you new clothes and threw out you old ones." She added. Star's eyes lit up and her tail started hitting the bed repeatedly, "An eye-patch, new clothes and food?! Holy fudge! You guys are awesome!" She got up and grabbed the hangar on the curtain bar that had a new set of clothes waiting for her to try on. Smith then told her squad, "Feel free to do whatever. I'm going to be occupied with Star Wolf over her for a while." She gestured at star who was still changing. "Duuude! Star Wolf?!" Star squeaked giddily, "That should be our team name! And then we go to that human's house and I say, 'Don't get too cocky, Hu-man! And then!..."
Smith shook her head.
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Everyone was sitting at Zeke's dining room table. Namora and Yukio had been talking to each other for a bit but were starting to worry when they noticed that Zeke hadn't said a word. If anything, he had been staring rather sternly at his Icy accomplice, trying to read for any ulterior motives or unnatural behavior.
Well her behavior was already unnatural in his eyes. He'd never seen such a, for lack of a better term, cold demeanor like hers. The way she carried herself made it seem like she didn't want to be here. But then again, digressing to what she did earlier seems to say otherwise. Looks like he had something to learn about his new roomie and he wasn't all to thrilled about it.
"Why so serious, hun?" Namora was the first to ask. Yukio, however, felt she was at fault for making him this way. Perhaps she had been to straight forward and scared him off. Ice started to gather around her feet as her face darkened. "I believe I am to blame. I have invaded his home and personal space. Perhaps I—" Yukio started but was then interrupted by Zeke, "No! it's not your fault! Please don't say anything like that! Just... I need to know whether or not your dangerous." He clutched the sleeve of his shirt and squeezed the fabric.
"I can handle that," Namora placed a hand on Yukio's shoulder. She nodded at her and mouthed 'don't worry.'. "Now," the agent started and clasped her hands together, "Yukio is a Yuki-Onna! Yuki-Onna are Ice elementals who are calm and reserved. They seem rather distant but this is due to lack of contact and their relation with cold. Trust me, they're not inherently malevolent. In fact, this is probably the most emotionally active Yuki-Onna I've been gifted to meet."
Really? Huh... Zeke thought, tilting his head at the mysterious woman. A light blush formed on her face and she turned to side a little.
He then clasped her hands, making her jolt in surprise. "I'm sorry for making you feel guilty. Allow me to properly introduce myself, my name is Zeke Flora, son of Ezekiel Flora and Laura Flora. I could only hope to be a more than efficient host for you." He released his frustrations in that little speech, making him sigh in relief. Yukio started to blush harder. She brought her hand to her cheeks and turned her head away, a small smile making its way on her face. "I think you broke her, hun." She snickered and nudged him. "I did?" he asked.
"I-I-I-I!" She couldn't make a comprehensible statement. She continued stuttering and started to become even more flustered as she replayed the scene in her head over and over. She could still feel the warmth of his hands on hers even though they weren't there. The air around her started to become icy as she began to freeze over in embarrassment. "Ooooh dear." Namora said worriedly. "What's the going on? Is she to be okay?!" Zeke asked, starting to panic.
"Oh she's fine. Her powers are just slightly out of control. Yuki-Onna have decent mastery of their power. However, if they are experiencing a moment of heightened emotion, examples being: heightened Anger, sadness, pleasure or in this case embarrassment, their powers are usually at the mercy of their emotions. So it'd be best if we moved away until she cools off, lack of a better term." She informed. Zeke started to shiver as the room became colder. "H-h-h-how ab-bout we move back to the front for the time being?" he suggested. Namora just nodded and they got up. "We're going in front okay, Yukio?" Zeke said. Yukio meekly nodded, trying to calm herself.
They went to the front and patted themselves. They looked down saw mist coming from inside. "Wow…" Zeke muttered. Namora then handed him a book. "What's this?" he asked. He then read the title, "Extraspecies Encyclopedia." "This is something I should've given you earlier. It should tell you everything you need to know about liminals." She said, pushing up her glasses. "Oh, well thanks!" he said with a smile. "No, thank you." Namora said taking off her glasses, revealing her eyes. Her eyes were unique; one was a light blue while the other was a deep green. "I appreciate that you reconciled with your feelings and talked to Yukio. It must've been difficult." She said, leaning her elbow against the wall. "I guess. I had to say something, though. She meant no harm and I finally knew that. I just really need to keep my head up if I'm going to take care of her." He said, cracking his knuckles.
"You know, you're the only other person I let see my eyes other than Smith." She chuckled. "I really don't know why, but even though it has only been a day and a half. I feel like I've known you for months." Namora smiled down at Zeke. It didn't make any sense. Perhaps he just had that effect on people. Or maybe she felt pity for him after all he had been through. What she did know, however, was that she was going to protect him in any way possible. "Thank you! It feels nice to know I have a friend at my side! It's.. It's pretty rare!" he said happily. Goddesses, your twenty-two and you still act like a child at times. Well, considering his background I can't really blame him, but I can't tell whether to call it adorable or Naïve. Hmmm… let's see how kiddish he really is. She thought deviously to herself.
She hung her sunglasses on her pocket and quickly stuffed his face into her breasts. Zeke felt his whole body go stiff. This was unexpected behavior coming from a government official. "Well, what if I want to be a little more than a friend, hun?~" she asked teasingly. Zeke had no idea what to do. Contact with another woman was rather foreign to him, however, the effects were not. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this but it was hard not to as his moral code battled with the rest of his body. This woman was beautiful and his body was not denying that. "What if I want to be of service.~" She said huskily. Zeke then heard the unclipping of buttons coming from her white shirt. She had her left hand holding him in place while the other was working away at her shirt. She stopped quarter way down, enough to reveal some of her purple lace bra to him. "They're not as big as Icy in there, but I'm sure you'll enjoy them all the same.~" She teased, using her now free hand to bring his arm up her body.
Zeke was starting to go nuts. He knew he had to do something before he did something he would regret. His face was a strawberry red and threatened shoot steam. "Whoawhoawhoa! Hold up!" he shouted, breaking free of Namora's grasp. Only to be met with a sight that made him light headed. Namora's shirt and blazer hung off her shoulders leaving a lot of Namora's bra exposed, showing him an unhealthy amount her cleavage. His morale was starting to kick in and he quickly turned away. Namora just laughed and started button up her shirt. "What was that all about!?" he shouted, his voice cracking a bit.
"I had to check how much of a child you were. It seems your Juvenile days are coming to a close." She snickered. "Was nearly seducing me really necessary?!" he shouted again, turning back to her now that she was decent. "It was as necessary as I deemed it to be." She laughed again and promised not to do it again, only she winked when she did so. "You act like you didn't like it!" She said and lifted her breasts. "Stoooop!" he whined, turning away again. "Alright, alright, no more. For now." She said slyly.
"Besides, If it's not me, it's going to be her." Namora motioned inside, "She's already taken a liking to you and only wishes make you happy, and that means she'd be willing to do things she wouldn't normally do for others." She then looked into Zeke's eyes. She knew how to be serious when she needed to be. "I need you to use that resistance you used on me. Though you are a special case, I'd rather you not do anything untoward to her until we have confirmation that such relations are viable." She said. "Whoa, hey! I'm no monster. Even though you assumed I was…" he muttered the last part. "I know you're not, but it's my job to keep the homestay safe. Technically, you're classified as 'emotionally unstable'. Therefore, I must conduct a series of tests. That was one of them." She informed. "I kinda regret doing the most fun one first, though…" she muttered
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. It'll be quite the experience though." He promised and raised a fist to his chest and bowed. This made Namora smile. However, her time here was up and she was needed elsewhere. "Alright, I'll hold you that." she chuckled. She started toward her car, "Oh, you're leaving?" he asked tilting his head. "Yup, I have business to take care of back with the higher ups. Plus, I'm still very much a busy woman, being a Coordinator and what not." She shouted slightly, opening her door. "You've given me much to go on. I'm sure the nerds at the base will be happy to hear this. Thanks Zeke, see you soon." She put on her sunglasses and stepped inside, closing the door. He watched her drive off, leaving him to his thoughts.
He noticed that the mist had decreased greatly since they came out here and felt it was safe to go inside. He did so and saw that Yukio had finally calmed down and was simply sitting there waiting. "Ah, welcome back." She said in her same monotonous voice. "Thank you!" he said with a smile and took a seat next her. "So, what would you like to do?"
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Yoko Namora
Height: A whopping 6'1/184cm!
Breast size: DD cup!
Age: 25
Birthday: July 10th
Occupation: Cultural Exchange psychiatric squad Coordinator, messenger, Cultural exchange psychologist, a leading variable of the 'Monster Therapy' Project, Replacement M.O.N. leader (Should Smith get sick or something happen to her, which isn't often), Security squad extra, and Leader of [Redacted].
Yoko Namora, much like Kuroko Smith, is a Cultural Exchange Coordinator. She is very knowledgeable about her job and has reminded people multiple times of this. However, she is more involved the psychiatric side of the Extraspecies exchange tasked with bringing people who have issues with liminals into various different programs that help interspecies relations. She is also one of the leading psychologists of her division. What people don't know, is that she has covert team much like Monster Ops: Neutralization. This was required due to the increase in attacks by liminals and abuse of the system by humans.
Appearance: Namora is typically seen in an outfit not much different than that of a government agent. However, she prefers the male attire than the female one. When she's not working, she's normally still seen in formal clothing such as dresses or suits. Her hair reaches her shoulders and looks like the color of fire save for a few stray gray hairs. Her defining traits are how tall she is and her Heterochromia Iridium (Multi colored Irises). She is also fit, as her jobs demand, and she holds an impressive bust.
Personality: Namora is a fun spirit, especially around her friends. She's very passionate with everything she does and will not quit. She can be a bit pensive during her job, however. She is also a busy body when she's not with Zeke, unlike Smith. However, signs of fatigue are starting show as a few gray hairs have already sprouted from non-stop productivity. She has had fainting spells from over-working but is much too stubborn to let that stop her. Namora has a soft spot for Zeke, though she is not sure why. She has the urge to protect him from any danger after disrespecting him by making a horrible assumption of him, something she didn't do often. Perhaps she felt she owed him, Or maybe…
Role: She is Zeke's guide and Cultural Exchange Coordinator.
Traits: Psychology: Namora is able to read people quicker than most and can tell how a person is feeling from little gestures and slight changes in tone of voice. She has been known to get through to people just from talking to them and without medication. So that assumption she made about Zeke stained her reputation.
Vigilance: Namora is always on standby should any situation arise. Even when she's sleep, she 'programed' her brain to wake her up when she hears a specific sound from her phone. This has proven to become dangerous to her health, however. She can also force herself to stay awake if need be.
Keen observation: Namora can spot something odd very quickly in a place that would have looked untouched. She can also 'see' the changes in someone's mental state. However, she is worn out by checking and rechecking over and over again, stressing out her brain.
Fitness: Namora is very fit from all her running around, but she also has set criteria for exercise, Due to the high demand of her jobs. Her body, though fit, is wearing down from all the non-stop activities that she has been forcing herself upon.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Make sure to R&R! I love that you guys enjoy this story.
