Howdy, Hey, Hi, How you doin?

So I, like Kekashi Sensei, got lost on the road of life... It was intense.
Not really, it's more like I was having a writing funk. And this was a chapter that I really wanted to write well.

And I mean shit... 8,300+ words. You bitches better love me lol.

[I do not own any KHR characters]
Midori Okamura and Kohaku Okamura are OCs owned by XxXSkullCookieXxXSlipknot
but I own the concepts behind this story.

So kinda bad news.

I'm probably going to be slowing on the releases of this story... mainly cause it's a side project that I kinda started on a crazy whim. I'm starting to get more serious with my OC concepts, and I really want to get their stuff written to get this large project started that I have in the works.

I'm not ending it. I really like writing this story, and I have like 8 chapter ideas that I want to write.

But it will also keep going if you give me *requests* (they need to be awesome)

But other than that.

Midori and Takeshi will keep getting busy when they can, and I will definitely let you in on it.

I also plan to put an extra (like next chapter) of my "busy bee playlist" for them... It's good stuff.

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Comments/Advice are loved.

Sayonara
_Dee_

Inside one of the many nurses' offices of Namimori, Midori and Hana are going over their plan once more while everyone else in class 2-A is outside for Gym class. They want to make sure nothing will go wrong—both of their lives depend on it.

Midori scribbles more on the paper they wrote the plan on, "So I will go to your house for a little bit, but when we are heading to the movies…" Her head can't help but spin around the possibility of getting caught.

Hana rolls her eyes, "I know, you're going to sneak over to Takeshi's while I go over to Kyoko's for the night." She wonders if Midori is really ready for this.

"And I'll call my dad and tell him that I'm going with. This will totally work; he doesn't have the number to the Sasagawa's so he will just have to call me—" Midori twiddled the pen between her two fingers, both ends tatting against the paper.

"Or me. He does call me sometimes to get a hold of you, so you will have to answer your phone." Hana crosses her arms and legs in one fluid motion

Midori looks up to Hana, "Shit, that's true. I'll just text him and tell him I'm going to bed early." She bites her lip, 'will that even work?'

Hana raises a brow, "Are you sure that will work?"

"I have no idea. Just got to hope at this point—I'm not backing out of this."

Hana shakes her head, "It's not like Yamamoto knows about this. Save yourself the possible lynching."

Midori took another good look at the paper with her perfectly laid plans for his birthday. They haven't been together for a really long time, but she is sure that if there is anyone she wants to do this with, it's Takeshi. She loves him so much. Her eyes look up to Hana once more, as she rips up the paper in a million little pieces to get rid of her evidence; "No, I love Takeshi. I'm going to do it tonight; it'll be the best birthday present he's ever gotten."

Hana gives her a smirk, slightly jealous that Midori has found love; she still hasn't gotten her stupid date from Ryohei yet. The jerk hasn't even talked to her since he asked. Hana is wondering if Ryohei is even worth her time… she could be going after that hot guy in the cow print right now.

"Well if this is what you really want to do, you know I'll help you out. But if you get caught, I'll kill you!" Hana grabbed Midori's shoulders and shook her playfully.

[Thunk]

The two girls look past the metal and white cloth barrier that is blocking their view to that pervy nurse Dr. Shamal. They better get out quick, or Midori's chastity might be gone within the next three minutes. The doctor doesn't play games.

The two pull their skirts as low as they can go and cross their arms over their chests as they get off the bed to leave. The doctor watches them come to view and can only see how they're trying to play coy with him. 'Those two are looking in need of a breast exam. There could be something serious going on under those thin, white shirts of theirs.'

"Well hello cute students. Is there something wrong with you two?"

Midori and Hana look at each other blankly for a moment, hoping the other had some perfect lie. Midori figured one out:

"Uh, my friend Hana here is having bad cramps, but she wants to go to class and get her stuff to leave. So I'm helping her back to class."

Shamal gives her a lusty smirk and gives Hana that instantaneous raise of both eyebrows, "Well if you want to lay down, I could help you out with those cramps by giving your abdomen a massage." Midori blushed at the idea of Takeshi rubbing her like that. Hana was kind of turned on… She does have a thing for all the wrong guys, especially if they're older.

Hana started answering, "Well if you—"

"No, I think we'll be okay, but thanks anyways," Midori could already see that Hana was falling for the perv's suave speech.

"Hmph, okay then ladies. Just be sure to sign out before you go." Shamal was a little let down. He almost got one of them, but the cranberry one is too smart to get wrapped up in such fallacies.

The two girls looked at each other, realizing that they didn't even sign in to begin with. Midori let Hana sign the clipboard roster that only had names of girls in the school. Shamal was already formulating another plan of attack. With another swig of the beer he was hiding in the large pocket of his lab coat, he watched Midori rest both arms on the desk as she wrote her name on the roster. 'Oh, ohhh…'

Shamal is already launching his attack when—

[TACK]

"Midori-chan."

Takeshi couldn't help but say her name with the –chan at the end. He loved irking her like this. Midori looked over to the door with a scrunched face, totally unaware of the 'Big Bad Shamal' who had stopped mid attack to the sound of Takeshi's voice. His twisted hands were even outstretched to wrap around Midori's body for the breast examination of her life. Poor pervert Shamal, no boobies today…

Takeshi seeing Shamal in his attack stance immediately responded, quickly sliding himself over to where Midori was and pulling her towards him by her hips. Everyone but Takeshi was a little thrown off by this, and only the men in the room were aware of the reasons behind it.

A cherry kissed Midori brushed his hands off, "Not at school!"

Shamal gave Takeshi the 'nod;' he knew a happy couple when he saw one.

Midori saw this nod and became confused, 'I totally missed something.' She figured she would ask Takeshi about it later.

Takeshi just gave the nod back, confirming every one of Shamal's dirty assumptions.

Hana was beyond lost in this situation, wondering why she let Midori get her out of that massage… 'Shamal is totally dreamy, mature too.'

Shamal took one more gulp of his beer and threw the can out the window. Little did he know that in the exact location of his can's landing trajectory was a little cow named Lambo-san looking for Tsuna and 'Stupidera.' The little cow was hiding back here, trying to hold in the pee that was begging to come out. And you would think that ridiculous afro he rocks would protect that noggin' of his, but the little cow happened to see a cloud that looked like one of his favorite candies. So the little cow was pegged right in the face with an almost full beer can that caused him to pee his pants. The trembling little cow was leaking out of his onesie and his little eyeballs; the puddle was humungous.

"Tolerate…"

Hana, Midori, and Takeshi all watched the doctor shuffle drunkenly to the closet full of panties, lube, and porno mags and come back to them holding a large cardboard box. The three all looked at each other curiously as Shamal then announced, "Today is sex-awareness day. Be safe kids." He pushed the box closer to them to reveal that is was stuffed with millions upon millions of colorful, smiley-faced condoms. They all blushed.

Shamal could see that none of them were going to grab the fuckers themselves, so he proceeded to give each of them a handful. He made sure to slyly throw a wink in with Hana's; she was officially over Ryohei. Shamal was her cream of the crop. Midori and Takeshi could easily see the breaking news occurring in front of them. Takeshi decided it was time to remind Ryohei of that date. Hana is an ally; he can't let an ally get an STD.

Shamal was about to start hitting on Hana, but stopped to the loud explosion that occurred outside, smoke now crawling up the windows. They all shared a moment of awkward silence from the unknown blast. Five points for the headshot, Shamal.

The silence would have continued for god knows how long, but one of the many condoms that Midori became the proud owner of fell out of her hand. She stuffed the others in her skirt pocket while scratching her head and chuckling it off. Takeshi bent down and decided to claim it, 'I'll probably use this sometime. They are pretty convenient when masturbating. They make me not need the tissues.' Midori watched Takeshi grab it, looking back up to see Shamal giving her a suggestive look. It made her shiver. She thought Dr. Shamal was too creepy—random clown in the mall creepy.

Takeshi, who told them that he had to talk to his 'baseball coach', parted. This left Midori and Hana heading back to the classroom alone for lunch. Midori could easily understand that Takeshi was probably off to see Ryohei in lieu of Hana's so called 'fated' meeting with Dr. Shamal. Like Takeshi said before, he doesn't let allies get STDs.

Without thinking about it, the two girls began to talk about Midori's night that she had ahead of her. What the two didn't realize, that was Tsuna and Gokudera were walking behind them, and they could hear it all:

Hana lightly elbowed Midori; "It's pretty convenient that you and Yamamoto got all those condoms just now."

Tsuna was thinking, 'C-c-condoms?'

Gokudera could only flinch in surprise.

Midori smiled and pushed her back, "Shhh! Jeeze, I don't need the world knowing that!"

Hana laughed, "Relax, no one is listening to us. But man, that Shamal… That's the guy for me."

Gokudera and Tsuna looked at each other thinking, 'Hana is definitely on drugs.' It's not a wrong assumption necessarily (seriously, Shamal?), but the god honest truth is that Hana is just foolish and desperate for love.

Midori just rolled her eyes, "Ryohei is a better match; Shamal is icky and smells like booze." He had the nickname of Trident Chlamydia for a while. There was Dr. Syphilis too for some time...

Gokudera wondered how Hana could be attracted to the idiot lawn head one second, and the perverted nurse the next. It is a confusing concept for many.

Hana sighed, "I don't want to even think about Ryohei… But back to you and the birthday boy: what do you think will happen between you guys tonight?"

The boys thought, 'it's Yamamoto's birthday?' These are some terrible friends you got, Takeshi.

Midori's face reddened slightly as she muttered out, "I'm going all the way tonight… I want to give my virginity to him."

Gokudera and Tsuna both looked at each other in shock. Not only was it Takeshi's birthday, but he was also losing his virginity. Gokudera was appalled, 'That stupid baseball freak is more concerned with baseball and getting laid than being loyal to Jyuudaime. This is just another reason why only I can be the right-hand man!' His face was now scrunched cutely while he clenched his fist close to his chest. He surely was, the only man suitable to stalk the tenth for the rest of his days. Tsuna looked over to Gokudera's expression and wasn't too sure what to think of it; he was looking pretty creepster too.

On the other hand, Tsuna was just amazed at Yamamoto's swagger, 'Hai, he and Midori-san are so mature. I couldn't even imagine doing anything like that with Kyoko…" Tsuna first just shook his head in misery of his 'loser-ness.' But then in that one second afterwards, he tried to imagine Kyoko naked. The kid fainted with a killer nosebleed that spurt five feet across the hallway and on some girl's face.

Now this was really bad. The girl was hematophobic—Tsuna just made her worst nightmare a reality. While this girl and her prissy posse of five were all screaming bloody murder, Gokudera was yelling "Jyuudaime" at the top of his lungs as if the fucker was dead, people in the hallways were running in chaos like there was a school shooting in the process, some kid in the corner was just pointing and laughing at the ketchup-faced girl, Midori and Hana were turning around to see what the hell all the commotion was, and poor Kyoko was all alone in the classroom wondering when everyone would be getting back. The best part of all, was that on a building not too far from the second story of mass hysteria, was a constantly pissed off and evil overlord of the disciplinary committee who was waking up from his nap. The man was just under the impression that today would be a dismal day with no one to bite, but that assumption was gone now. Getting up from his usual napping spot in one flawless, fluid motion (how the fuck did he keep his jacket on his shoulders while doing that?), the bat toothed overlord was off to fight for justice—one tonfa smack at a time.

It was on like Diddy Kong. Herbivores.

Observing everything going on, Hana was beyond curious how this hallway turned into such a mob scene so quickly. And why was no-good Tsuna lying on the ground passed out with ketchup all over him? Poor Hana doesn't know a tragedy when she sees one.

Although Hana was not seeing the problem here, Midori and Gokudera were. Gokudera was looking at his beloved Jyuudaime with those sparkly eyes, thinking that this might actually be the end. The kid did loose a lot of blood with that extreme nosebleed. I mean shit; the fucker shot five feet! But Midori was looking overhead, wonder how the fuck Gokudera was doing that with his eyes and what the hell happened to Tsuna. Midori and Gokudera both inspected the trail of blood that trailed over to the still screaming blonde that was rolling around on the ground in the midst of a severe panic attack.

Gokudera screamed, "You tried to kill Jyuudaime! I know it! I'll fucking kill you!" Mother hen Hayato—always jumpin' the gun.

Midori grabbed him, "You think the girl over there rolling around screaming in a pool of blood tried to kill Tsuna who obviously isn't dead?"

Gokudera smacked her hand off him, "Don't touch me Berry Hentai!" Now he did it…

"FUCK OFF SILVER HAIRED STUPID FACE!'

Midori kicked his shin as hard as she could and tromped off. Gokudera dropped to the ground holding his shin in agony of Midori's very strong kick. And to top if off, Hana still wasn't sure what the hell happened, but she knew seeing Gokudera getting kicked in the shin made this all way funnier. She chuckled and followed the huffed Midori.

This left three on the ground, with one really creepy kid pointing and laughing at them all in the corner.

While this was going on, Takeshi was walking into the boxing clubroom again. This was attempt number two on helping his ally. 'Shamal?' Takeshi shivers for Hana, 'Ryohei is a way better match.' The door thumps behind him like last time, and Ryohei is nowhere to be found.

"Ryohei?" Takeshi asked in an offbeat tone

Not a sound in return.

"Anyone here?" Takeshi's eyes rolled around the room curiously

Not a peep.

Takeshi just shrugged his shoulders and walked out.

Ryohei not in the boxing club's clubroom? Weird, yo.

Takeshi decided that he didn't want to waste his whole lunch hour looking for the boxing freak, and started heading back to the classroom to eat that bento Midori made for him today. He was so happy that she surprised him with it this morning; he's never even mentioned his birthdate to her. This also made Midori singing happy birthday this morning as she was giving Takeshi a handjob in the equipment room pretty exciting. And birthday head too? Takeshi was feeling pretty awesome today.

So the happy baseball boy walked with a hop in his step towards his school building while an evil overlord was on his warpath in the same direction. Takeshi was completely unaware of the overlord's presence from his happiness and the conversation he was having with the baseball gods, about possible help in getting a chance of going all the way with Midori soon. Despite that, to miss such a massive and dark aura that Hibari exudes? Ridiculous. He's probably suffering from sparkly eyes.

Either way Takeshi jumps the last three steps to hit the second level, and immediately bumps into a vexed Midori. Not knowing how mad she is or of the evil that lurks behind him, Takeshi wraps his arms around Midori and twists her around while saying, "Mi-do-ri-chan!" He didn't know why, but he loved calling her that now. The baseball freak knows that part of the reason is that it nettle's Midori to no end (it reminds her of dinner with her parents), and he thinks it just sounds really cute. Look at that Takeshi, so in love. Be jealous bitches.

But Midori was not in the mood to be called –chan, "Bah! Stop it Takeshi!" she pushed him off.

She totally killed Takeshi's happy buzz, "Uhh, ok…" He let her go, "You okay?"

Her glare that was only meant for Gokudera now shot him, "No I'm not! I'm freaking being called a hentai by your friends! What do they know?" Takeshi went from the birthday house, to the doghouse.

His eyes slid to the left, "Uhh…"

"Busy bees. Do you need to be bitten?"

Takeshi and Midori both looked behind Takeshi to see the evil overlord glaring at them suggestively. Takeshi really didn't like where this birthday was going. Great going Tsuna—way to fuck up things for the birthday boy. You just had to think about Kyoko naked.

But Midori was not in the mood for this guy too, "Will you just go away? We are busy and have done nothing wrong."

Midori just signed her death wish; Takeshi could only close his eyes and grit his teeth from his feisty girlfriend's crass nature. 'Ugh, there goes the birthday buzz…'

Hibari cocked an eyebrow, "Insubordinate behavior towards any member of the disciplinary committee is against school rules—expect to be bitten—crabby cocotte."

"Hey don't talk to her like that!" Takeshi may not have been happy with Midori starting a fight with Hibari, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let the evil overlord call his Midori-chan a whore.

"Oh, the other busy bee wants to be bitten as well?" Hibari's was becoming happier about this day by the second. His devil grin was now joining the show.

"Ciaossu Hibari." Reborn was sitting on the stair's railing.

"Hello Baby." Hibari stopped; he always enjoyed the Baby's company.

"There's a suspicious student cackling at some idiots down the hall."

Hibari's glance shifted from the baby to Midori and Takeshi. Hibari really wanted to bite them for their distasteful actions he caught them doing in the past, but he could hear that herbivore cackling down the hallway. He will have to bite them another time. Discipline comes before pleasure.

Pity the woman that marries such a man; she will never get sex.

Hibari coolly began his stride towards the heckling herbivore in the corner, leaving the busy bees, Reborn, and Hana in an awkward situation by the stairs. Hana was itching from the baby's presence, Midori was glaring at Takeshi, Takeshi was being reminded that he's in the doghouse, and Reborn was playing the RFG (Random Fucking Guy) on the stair-railing card. Hana, deciding that the itchiness wasn't worth watching this argument, trotted off after giving Midori a slight tap and wave goodbye. She figured watching Hibari do some justice would be pretty fun to watch too. Midori was glad Hana left; this was about to get ugly.

This left Takeshi, Midori, and Reborn at the stairwell in tension-filled silence. Midori was green on the handling such a situation, but that doesn't mean she was letting the birthday boy off the hook. His friends obviously knew something, and she wasn't happy about it at all:

"Takesh—"

"A good mafia wife knows when to hold her tongue. She also knows that arguments should always be done behind closed doors." Reborn now stood himself up and was pressing his suit in place.

Takeshi didn't really like Reborn butting in, "Baby, I don—"

"But a good Mafia man knows there can't be secrets between him and the wife."

Reborn may not have let Midori's actions slide on this one, but he thought Takeshi had a good lesson to learn too. Way to play devil's advocate. After a small nod, the baby left to go smack his precious student awake. The bell for the lunch hour was sounding it's end, and Reborn was finding that he was the most disappointed in that retard Tsuna. I'm thinking Shamal would too; he wouldn't see a need in giving him any condoms.

The most interesting part of this whole lunch hour that passed was where Ryohei was. It's surprising to say, but that intense guy was having the most extreme school nap of his life. Sprawled out on his desk like a bear in the middle of winter, Ryohei was sleeping so hard and sound that he the mass panic that occurred right outside his classroom (Tsuna and Gokudera were right in front of his classroom's door) didn't even rouse him in the slightest. Kid can sleep like a fucking rock.

But like I said before, this was most extreme school nap of his life. This nap has literally caused him to miss three class periods and lunch, and two of those classes had quizzes. His Kyoko-chan won't be happy about that one. Despite this, we all know that he won't care, but we won't know why. Not till I tell you, at least. Don't worry; I'm getting there.

This extreme nap, that had him sprawled on the desk like a bear, made him miss 3 periods and lunch, and also manifested a drool pool from his mouth bigger than a damn cheeseburger's circumference, was a dream that could be called the ultimate extreme. It was a dream that was too intense for history texts… this was action flick stuff.

Since Ryohei is not the type to be consumed with details, I can only tell you that he was in utter awe of his unknown motorcycling skills, secret agent skills, and bangin' chicks skills. Never ever had Ryohei felt so extreme in a dream; it's not everyday that you get to blow up a building with your bare fist, but Ryohei did. And it was EXTREME! This dream literally almost made him jazz his pants. Wait, I think he did.

Yeah, he did.

Although the guy had jazzed pants, he woke up feeling so extreme that he literally jumped out of his chair, flipping the desk over and freaking out all the ghosts that were hanging out with him. Lets not forget that all the class left during the mass panic, so these were real ghosts being terrified by an idiot such as Ryohei. They have to be lousiest excuses of ghosts in existence. Either way, Ryohei was jazzed and the ghosts were scared. Ryohei needed to recruit some boxing club members with this jazz and funk he was feeling from his ultimate extreme dream. He would do it as if he were to die.

Man, that must be some intense jazz and funk.

Midori and Takeshi were watching Reborn leave and wondering what to even say in response of everything that just happened. Midori was feeling bad, realizing that she was taking all her anger out on Takeshi. It was Gokudera she was mad at, not him. Not yet anyways. And Takeshi was thinking that maybe it was time to tell Midori about what Tsuna and Gokudera saw at the Take Sushi. 'Damn, on my birthday? I was wanting to invite her over later too. She won't want to come over after that.' Takeshi was still trying to decide if he should tell her, when that thought train was stopped by Midori hugging him tight:

"I'm sorry. I took my anger out on you. I'm mad at Gokudera, not you. And today's your birthday too… I'm a terrible girlfriend." Midori was giving Takeshi a cute, pouty face, hoping it would make him forgive her.

Takeshi gave a glance to the ceiling, knowing that this had to be some 'baseball gods' work. Looking down at Midori's cute expression, he grinned; "It's okay Midori-chan."

Her pout quickly scrunched in a cranky manner, making Takeshi just laugh at her. Yes, just laugh it all away, and Midori will never guess that she was actually on to something big less than 2 minutes ago. He just kept laughing and tugged Midori down towards the crime scene.

Looking ahead, a surprised baseball freak asked, "Whoa, what happened?"

Midori was wearing a confused expression too, "I really don't know. Hana and I were talking one minute, then everyone started screaming and running around like chickens with their heads cut off. It was crazy. Then I turn around and Tsuna's on the ground passed out, and a girl across from him is covered in blood and screaming bloody murder."

"Whoa." Takeshi didn't even have a response to that. 'I should've just stayed with Midori and Hana.'

The two walk ahead, watching Hibari laying his five kilograms of justice on the once heckling herbivore. We could call him tattered tofu at this point; the kid was a silken mess. Their glances both shift to Hana, who was watching it all with a smug smirk planted on her lips as her hands crossed matter-of-factly over her chest. Hana was feeling powerful just being an observer to Hibari's will; let's hope she's not falling in love him too.

Then out of nowhere, a door slams open, and out races a boxing freak who unknowingly charges out the door and runs into Hana. The girl flopped like a dead fish. Too bad Ryohei was too jazzed to notice that or the drool that was still on his face. All that guy could see was a boy wielding a pair of tonfas and showing some guy who's more extreme. Ryohei found his possible recruit.

Ryohei gave a maximum point to Hibari and exclaimed, "YOU WITH THE SUPERIOR MANLINESS! YOU MUST JOIN THE BOXING CLUB!'

Hibari pulled his tonfas back and raised a brow to him, "No."

Ryohei smirked, "I see. We'll just have to settle this like real men then." He then cracked his knuckles in excitement.

Midori and Takeshi just took a second to look at each other with blank expressions, and race ahead to help Hana and save the boxing guy from possible doom.

Takeshi and Midori made a short and sweet parting as Hana waited impatiently. Hana was not happy about this day at all anymore: getting jipped out of her massage, having to hang around kids, and then getting knocked around by her old crush? She was considering lesbianism (watch out Kyoko!). Takeshi felt bad that Hana had to wait, but wasn't letting Midori leave without getting a kiss from her since this was the last he would see of her today. Midori was burning up inside from her perfectly laid plans that were now in action. It was only a matter of time until it was her, Takeshi, and her pocket full of condoms. Look at that girl go. Takeshi then ran back to his friends, and Midori left with Hana to go buy some last minute stuff before her night really got started.

Quickly and concisely, the two girls rummaged around the lingerie store and found the perfect under armor for her battle that was only hours away at this point. After trying it on and having a good five minutes of deep blushing and fantasizing in the dressing room, she paid the ladies and ran out of there more embarrassed than when she walked in. Hana was wondering if she was ready for this.

After this, Midori then raced to her house with Hana and got herself ready for her 'sleepover.' Kohaku Okamura was a little curious as too why Midori was acting especially… bubbly? He just shook his head, hoping that Takeshi wasn't getting any closer to his 100 conquests. 'God forbid if he ever touches my little Midori…" His eyes were snapped shut, shaking the plate and sudsy sponge in his hands. He was now thinking he needed a drink. 'Where's that whiskey Aoi brought me home?' Yes Kohaku, drink that cynical edge away. He cleaned the dish in his hands and quickly made himself a drink. That Takeshi was too much for him.

Takeshi just sneezed while walking with Tsuna, Gokudera, and Lambo to the Sawada house. Lambo made it a mission to point out the booger that was hanging out of Takeshi's nostril. He never felt more inclined than ever to peg the kid with another baseball, but hid it with one of his monster grins.

Midori and Hana were still in Midori's room, getting her bag packed while hearing a glass tack against a table or counter downstairs at a pretty quick rate. They didn't know, but Kohaku was getting tore up from the floor up. He didn't know 'killing that cynical edge' had a three-drink limit; he was already at five. The girls just looked at each other, curious of the sound, and shrugged their shoulders. They had their own issues—like making it to school tomorrow.

The two ran down the stairs to try and avoid a talk with Kohaku, but were easily stopped by the drunken daddy:

"My little Midooorii. Where areee you going!" Kohaku was stumbling over to his favorite little girl, holding drink number eight.

Hana was wide-eyed; she's never seen Okamura-san wasted.

Midori said in a nervous tone, "Uhh, out to the movies like I told you a few days ago…" She cleverly slid her backpack to Hana while saying this, making it look like it belonged to her.

Kohaku gave her a blank expression, wearing a thoughtless frown, "Oh. Well you be a good girl… and you stay away from that Takeshi." He gives her the 'Popeye' look, leaning in closer to her face, "I don't know about that guy… he's no good." His spicy breath was making Midori gag.

But she just nodded, "Ok Dad. I'll try and do that." She looked to Hana with a 'wtf!' Then looking back at her Dad with a smile, "I love you and I'll see you later!"

"Okay sweetie. Beeee safe!" He gave her a kool-aid smile while hugging her and kissing her cheek.

The two girls made a mad dash for the door before Kohaku could try and start rambling to them about anything. Out the door, Midori started thinking that her Dad being drunk will probably help this plan out. He always passes out early when he drinks. Hana looked over, catching Midori's stealthy grin. 'Maybe she is ready for this…'

Takeshi was now walking into the Take Sushi, turning the lights on and heading to the kitchen for some milk to drink with this bento he didn't get to eat at lunch. He would have said hey to Tsuyoshi first, but remembered his Dad apologizing to him this morning for having a catering job to do this evening. Takeshi wasn't mad about it, this was just going to be a simple night of video games and porn. Thank god he got all those condoms today.

With his snack ready, he walked over to the bar and set everything down quickly. He had forgotten to put up the closed sign and lock the door, but he's learned his lesson on that one. His let out a small smirk and shook his head to the thought. Once at the door, Takeshi was startled by the door swinging open as he was attempting to lock it.

"Uwah!" Takeshi jumped slightly.

"Is it a bad time?"

With her hands crossed behind her back, Midori ducked her head and was giving him a cute smirk. Takeshi couldn't believe her impeccable timing. Little did he know, that every mafia wife has impeccable timing. Reborn was giving her a passing grade for this one.

"Midori? What are you doing here?" Takeshi wasn't trying to be mean, but he was pretty curious since he knew that she had plans tonight.

She rolled her eyes, "Well I made these plans to come see my boyfriend on his birthday, but I'm guessing—"

He pulled her inside, locking the door behind them.

Takeshi didn't need to hear anymore; he was now thinking that his Midori-chan was too cunning. Slightly biting his lip, he cupped the back of her neck and pressed his mouth against hers. Unable to stop her simper, Midori couldn't slip her tongue in his mouth like she wanted. But she was content just giving Takeshi pecks, letting her tongue trace on his lips while letting his hand run all over body ravenously. Takeshi was enjoying this 'birthday boy' concept immensely. He was going to take advantage of it every year from now on.

Finally pulling away, Takeshi picked Midori up to straddle on him and started carrying her to the bedroom. Midori found his aggression to be such a turn on, but couldn't help but notice the bento she made him on the bar.

"Why's my bento on the bar?"

Takeshi looked at her and grinned, " I was going to eat it."

"You could still eat it you know?" She was giving him a confused smile.

He cocked a brow, "Why? I have something better to eat with you here."

Midori could only bite her lip in anticipation.

Takeshi chuckled and started racing up the steps.

You would think Takeshi has done this before with how awesomely he opened his door while holding Midori and making out with her at the same time. That Takeshi, such a sex stud. Midori definitely found a keeper. But walking in his room, Takeshi immediately realized how dirty it was. His only thought was 'shit' as Midori stopped and looked around, noticing what a mess his room was. She laughed, "Is it always like this?"

Takeshi didn't say anything, but let a guilty expression give him away.

Midori giggled, "Like I care. It was obvious that you always cleaned before I came over."

"Really?" Takeshi tilted his head.

"Yeah. Now lets get back to your birthday." Midori adjusted herself on him.

"Okay."

With the bed being the only thing that was really clean, Takeshi threw her on top of it, watching her bounce up and down from the recoil as he slipped his shirt off. Midori was too turned on watching him to even do anything. This would be a good thing later. Takeshi noticed her watching and decided to go with it, letting her gaze at him unbuckle his belt and drop the pants. Midori was still too turned on to move. She was already getting wet as Takeshi was now crawling on top of her and running his hand up her skirt.

Looking at her legs, "You know, I really like the way your legs look in skirts."

Midori could only chuckle, "I think you'd like what's under the skirt more… under my shirt too." Takeshi knew a hint when he heard one.

Biting his lip, Takeshi immediately let his fingers fumble on the buttons of her skirt and shirt, ripping them off to reveal the lingerie she was wearing. Takeshi's boxers were totally pitching a tent. Midori blushed deeply watching Takeshi gape at the emerald green demi bra and matching thong that were overlaid with black lace. His eyes that had a slight beam of excitement now were smoldering in desire. Takeshi was going to try and go all the way with Midori; he wanted it more than ever now.

"Happy Birthday?" Midori smiled with a suggestive look

The bra popped off.

Midori let out a soft gasp from Takeshi's mouth licking and sucking on her nipples, but took the chance to slip his boxers off with her toes. She would have just used her hands, but her favorite baseball guy was feeling very feisty and really was enjoying the idea of holding her down as he had his way. Midori didn't mind this at all; she liked was feeling his dick pop up and hit her thigh as she got the boxers down more. The smack made Takeshi jolt; his head was already throbbing. He wanted to rub Midori's cum on him.

Having this desire, Takeshi stopped playing with Midori's breasts and started to trail light kisses, bites, and lick all over her abdomen. He loved watching her squirm from the sensation. And Midori could only wriggle and writhe from Takeshi's mouth of surprises, taking his precious time to get lower and lower—his final destination being her most precious spot. She was so wet; she wanted his tongue swirling inside her… and his dick too. Her face blushed deeper from the thought as Takeshi was pulling down her thong.

"Mmm Takeshi… please. Mmm, don't tease me anymore."

He stopped to look at her, "But it's fun Midori-chan." He gave her clit a soft lick, "Is that what you want?'

Her body shivered in delight, threshing slightly from surprise, "Mmmyess."

His gives her a devilish smirk, now knowing how he will continue his game.

He lets his wet tongue start laying small, soft licks all over his favorite place as Midori fidgets to every riff his tongue made on her lips. Her moans made his dick throb harder and spit a little. This continued until Midori couldn't take anymore. At this point, her head was buzzing in her lust and her body wanted him to please her. So fully utilizing her body again, she pushed his head down closer to her clit with het foot. Takeshi was beyond impressed; his Midori is so flexible.

Seeing how bad Midori wanted it, Takeshi finally started really giving her the licks she wanted. Her back arched to the shock of his teeth lightly nibbling on her and his mouth sucking her clit at the right pressure. She was getting close already from how much of her desire had lumped inside her from his teasing; her anticipation had literally almost drove her insane. Takeshi could see how close she was from the way her body was tossing and turning under his hands' restraint, and he liked it so much—but he had to let her go now.

Midori felt one of her arms come free from Takeshi dirty pleasure and slide inside her so easily. She let her eyes rolled into back of her head and began to bite her lip to Takeshi's fingers thrusting inside her so quickly. Midori couldn't even try to hold in her moan as she came all over Takeshi's face, her whole body tensing to his tongue that wouldn't stop rolling over her clit as her wetness began to coat his hand surreptitiously.

Takeshi was beyond excited from this alone. It would feel so good rubbing her cum all over his dick. He couldn't admit to Midori, but he just wanted to smash himself inside right now. His friend was just begging for a peek—all his friend needed was a peek. But he just watched Midori's face as she was consumed in the aftermath of her orgasm, trying to ready herself to please him just as much. Her hand was reaching for her skirt.

"What are you doing, my Midori-chan." He was watching her hand wander around his bed.

She looked down to him and smiled, "It's a secret." She shot him a wink, finding her pocket.

"Tell me." Takeshi was extremely curious as to what his busy bee was up to.

"Nope." She led him closer to her mouth with her legs

While Takeshi crawled up to her mouth, his mind was a little too lost in his hand that was rubbing his dick with Midori's cum to notice her slide the condom closer, leaving it under hand. She pushed her mouth against his, feeling his pant blow into her mouth. Her cum made his dick feel so good. She took advantage of the moment, flipping Takeshi under her.

Takeshi was so turned on by his Midori, that he didn't really find a reason to stop rubbing himself in front of her until she placed her hand on top of his. A gentle, "Stop," escaped her mouth. Confused, he stopped only to see the condom that was now sliding on top of his dick. 'Holy fucking shit. She is sneaky as hell.' A dopey smirk appeared on his face as Midori was giving him a serious, vulnerable expression. She was scared as fuck right now, nervous too.

Straddled on top of him, Takeshi watched as Midori raised her body up with her blush darkening a little more. She didn't know what to do from here. Well, she did, but she couldn't find the umph to do it. 'Oh my god, I'm freaking hesitating! Crap!' Midori was getting embarrassed.

"Midori, are you ready?" Takeshi let out a nervous sigh.

She bit her lip and gave a small nod.

His desire took over as he gripped her thighs while taking a last breath. Midori's muscles inside her were clenching. "Ahh, hold on! I'm nervous!" She cupped her face, letting her eyes peak out between her fingers. Takeshi decided to use one of his hands to move her hands away and pull her in for a deep kiss as he gently her hips down. The kiss didn't last though; Midori let out a soft, chopped moan from the feeling of her insides opening up so much and Takeshi could only let out a gasp to how hot it was in there. Getting her halfway down his shaft, he let out a deep groan. Midori was digging her nails into his back.

He led her up, only to lead her back down; it felt so much better. The heat was so pleasurable that it felt as if it almost a sin to him, but he wanted it so much more. Midori could only moan at this indescribable mix of pain and pleasure that was running through her body, telling her to not stop. She couldn't stop herself from letting out small, feminine-like grunts to his dick going deeper with every time he led her back down. Her head was spinning; Takeshi's was too.

Eventually Takeshi laid himself down and watched Midori take the lead of sliding herself up and down his dick, deep pants escaping each time his got all the way to the bottom. His eyes were so heavy with lust that it was a war just to keep them open while his Midori's breasts bounced from how much she was speeding up. His dick had officially met heaven.

Midori's legs were zinging with tiny nukes of adrenaline, as her most precious spot was no longer feeling any pain from him. But her head was spinning so much that she placed her hands on his stomach for support. This made Takeshi groan so deeply, her unexpected touch sent waves throughout his body. He wanted her on top of him, but closer. So placing one hand on her waist, making her twitch, he pulled her hands up his body. Midori wasn't really sure what the hell was going on, and her hands slid faster than expected against his chest that was lightly covered in sweat. She almost crashed into him, but caught herself in time. Takeshi was pretty startled, but glad she saved herself; he was too wrapped up in the heat of her sex to react.

What's worse is that this sex has been so intense and mind-wrapping that Tsuyoshi's arrival has just come to light. So in engrossed in the moment, Takeshi and Midori didn't hear Tsuyoshi enter the Take Sushi, making sure he yelled a hello to his son. There was no response. 'Hmmm, it's only 10pm. There's no way he's in bed now. I'll go check his room.' If Tsuyoshi had noticed that his son left a full glass of milk, a bento, and a bag that had the name Midori on the bar, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Tsuyoshi hummed loudly to himself and opened Takeshi's door saying, "Happy birthday Takeshi!"

The Midori was trying to push herself down on Takeshi's dick harder in her new position, but was finding new muscles in her legs that obviously weren't up to the challenge. Despite how much she was enjoying the closeness to Takeshi, feeling his hot breath and arduous sweat, she straightened her self back up to straddle him and ride him harder than she had before.

Takeshi couldn't take how gushy and hot it was inside her; it was like a furnace that was only millimeters away from burning him alive in there. He was getting close. But this feeling of otherworldly pleasure switched to instantaneous panic from the sounds of his doorknob being fumbled. Looking at Midori's face covered in trepidation, his hand instinctively grabbed his comforter and threw it over Midori as the door opened:

"Happy birthday Takeshi!"

"OH MY GOD!" Midori shrieked, clenching on to the comforter and ducking into Takeshi's chest.

"DAD!"

Tsuyoshi, who for one second could easily grasp the situation in front of him, shut the door in the exact moment it became fully open. He knew that it was time to start knocking on his son's door before entering. But as embarrassed as he felt for ruining his son's obviously moment, he couldn't help but be a dad too:

Leaning against the door, "Takeshi, are you using a condom?"

There was a moment of silence before Takeshi muttered back, "Yeah…"

"That's my boy."

Tsuyoshi would sleep well tonight. His son became a man, and he did it with style formally known as Durex. Takeshi and Midori on the other hand…. Eh, who knows? But Tsuyoshi let his step down the stairs echo loud enough for the two to hear that he wouldn't disturb them any longer. Turning the radio on at the decent volume, he gave his sushi shop one last clean over before heading to bed. What a great Dad.

Midori was on the verge of tears as her and Takeshi heard Tsuyoshi's footsteps wander down the stairs; the sounds of a radio following soon after. Takeshi was feeling pretty bummed too. He knew the sex was over. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he even wanted to attempt trying to get Midori going again. Let's just say that Takeshi was a smart boy not to try. Very smart.

Looking at the door, he stopped, taking notice of the shaking comforter above him. With a small pull of it, he saw his Midori-chan as a blubbering mess; she looked too cute to him like this. She has one of those rare 'cute crying faces.' She can thank the cranberry gods for that one. Takeshi let out a small chuckle and decided that the rest of the night could easily be called cuddle time. Midori was happy for this; who doesn't want to cuddle with the hot baseball guy?

The next morning:

Midori nervously treaded downstairs behind Takeshi's happy stride. Even though the night ended pretty crappy, that baseball guy was happy about how everything turned out before the walk-in. He was even happier that he convinced Midori to try again this morning—which was awesome. Midori couldn't stand the thought of seeing Tsuyoshi after something so embarrassing happened, but her sex buzz was still in gear and keeping her slightly confident. Sex buzz is the best buzz, believe it.

Once in the store front of the Yamamoto residence, there was a moment of silence between the three. Midori was already sweating bullets, Takeshi was feeling pretty awesome still, and Tsuyoshi felt like he felt on any other day. Well, he was still feeling a little proud of that manly son of his too. Noticing that Midori couldn't even spare him a glance, Tsuyoshi decided to clear the silence, imparting some honesty:

Looking at the two, "I'm sorry for disrupting you two last night; I should've knocked. I'm going to buy you a lock for your door while you're at school today Takeshi."

Takeshi gave his dad a shit-eating grin, "Thanks dad." Takeshi's getting way more sex with that lock on his door.

Midori was so embarrassed with everything that she was hearing, that her gaze stayed firmly fixed on the ground. The two looked at her, hoping for a response, but they weren't getting one even if they started prying teeth out. Midori face only reddened with every second she stood there. 'Oh my god! I just want to leave! Takeshi!'

"And Midori?" Tsuyoshi called to her. She gave him a small glance; "You're welcome here anytime. Take good care of Takeshi." Takeshi blushed with that last part.

She ran out the door.

Hematophobic - fear of blood

-Song to jam to during the sex? Wolfmother - Minds Eye
badass, muthafuckin' song yo!

*What was Tsuyoshi humming to so loudly he couldn't hear the sounds of sex? Queen - We are the Champions
What a fucking champ.