Fair warning...it gets a little "sexy" at the end of this chapter. This is where you'll find out why I switched the story from a T rated to a M rated. When I created my main character, she struck me as the kind of woman who would use everything she's got to complete a mission...so yeah. I feel so ...*internal screaming*... for writing this, this is the dirtiest thing I've published so far.
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"T-A-K-A-R-A..."
Donnie slowly typed the name into his computer and watched as the google searches began to pile up on the screen in seconds. Leo hunched over his brainiac brother's shoulder, reading the screen intently as Donnie scroll down. "Takara Dine in Eatery...Takara Touch Nail Salon...Takara Japan Tour..."
"This is stupid!" Leo protested, gesturing to the screen in frustration. "There won't be any link to her on Google, Donnie!" He stated flatly, only getting an eye roll as a response.
"Here's a good a place to start as any." Donnie huffed and continued to scroll down, reading link after link, "got any better ideas?"
As the annoyance with pointless searches began to build on the blue banded leader, he backed himself away from his brother, and began to pace back and forth, muttering bitterly to himself. Who was he kidding, he didn't even know how to find her, let alone his brothers.
"Hold it!" Donnie's voice killed the silence, pulling Leo's attention back to him, "here's something about a Takara family." Donnie clicked on the link as Leo stepped back to his side, "it's a news story..." Donnie pressed his finger underneath the start of the sentence, and traced it as he read it aloud, "A 'Takara' family was killed in a mysterious fire in the Kanto region of Japan during the year 1998. Two bodies, labeled as the man of the home, Takara Hideyoshi, and his wife Akemi, were both pulled out of the house's ruins, but the bodies of Takara Hisui and Takara Moka, the daughters of Takara Hideyoshi were never found during the excavation." Donnie pulled his hand away from the screen.
"That's it?!" Leo's frustrated voice echoed in the lab, "that's all there is?!"
"I can try to do some digging in Japan's restricted government files, but that could take at least a day." Donnie offered quickly, turning back to his computer, "but you said she was a mutant...so-" Leo cut him off abruptly
"Yes, Don, how many times to I have to repeat it?" Dissatisfaction with his brother was evident in his tone, and Donnie was quick to hold his hands up in submission. "I was just saying that I could possibly do some digging in around in any of Japan's lab's fi-."
"Donnie..." A shaken female voice silenced the reptilian scientist at the first syllable. He whirled around in his chair to see April, looking ashy and pale. She held herself in her own arms like a makeshift security blanket, suppressing a little of her shaking. Concern clouded Don's mind, and he threw his previous project to the side, being by her in a second. "April, are you alright?" He asked, with fear coloring his voice in panic.
She exhaled, "I...I guess..." She pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and pointer finger, slamming her eyelids shut briefly. "There were these girls...in an alleyway..."
"Did they do something to you?!" Donnie rested his hands on her shoulders comfortingly, looking her over for any injuries or abrasions. "Are you hurt?" He fired question after question, each time April calmly shook her head no as her answer, her stare remaining distantly glued on the floor in front of her. "N-no...but they were mutants...but mutants unlike I've ever seen...they looked so human...I never would've guessed." Donnie guided April to where he once sat, politely offering her to take a seat, which she did with gratefulness. "I watched as one of them transformed her appearance...like...like a-"
"Shape-shifter?" Donnie interrupted with his guess, seeing her flustered face relax in agreement. Donnie glanced up at Leo without any movement in his head, "and the other one?" He directed his question to April, though his gaze was elsewhere.
She shrugged pursing her lips together, representing her deep thought. "I don't know...I didn't even see her face..." April twirled the chair to face Don's computer, "what are you looking at?" She briskly changed the subject with a lighter tone, grazing her eyes over the screen.
Don looked to Leo for silent permission to let April in on the current situation. Leo sighed, but abrasively nodded in consent. He turned back to the shaken redhead and smirked, "our leader's got a new crush." Leo recoiled at how brash Don's statement was, then curled his upper lip and snarled.
"It's not like that!" The tone in his voice left the atmosphere icy cold, and his younger brother with an amused smirk.
April however, was unfazed, as a huge grin broke across her freckled face. She continued to scan the screen word for word, and eventually, her cheery smile faded to a pursed, deep thinking expression, "Hisui..."
"Gomen'nasai, Hisui!"
She nearly jumped in surprise when Donnie placed a gentle hand on her shoulder to pull her back from her entranced state. "April, you okay?" She promptly shook her head to clear her thoughts, as if to be-rid of them before they could read them all over her expression. She then looked up and smiled with a somewhat faked look of relaxation.
"Yeah I'm fine." She stood, "I have groceries I need to put away..." Without another exchange, she swiftly left the room.
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The click of high heels echoed down the night-shaded sidewalk, headed towards a heavy steel door, hidden secretly in the shadows of a vacant alleyway. Jade bore a long, black cloak, covering down to her calves. She buried her hands deep into her pockets to shield them from the merciless cold, which bit at her exposed legs and face. Her hair was curled and pinned up into a high held, classy bun, secured into place with pearl chop sticks, leaving her white bangs still cascading down the left side of her face. Her lips were shaded a ruby red, with her eyes dressed with smokey black eye shadow to tie the whole look together. She gripped a clutch bag tightly under her arm as she walked up to the seclusive door, knocking on it quietly.
A few moments ticked by before a small slot was slid open, revealing an aggressive pair of eyes, "pass code..." A deep, gruff voice demanded harshly.
"Burūmūn..." She exhaled the word with a casual tone, and the man nodded and opened the door, "welcome, ma'am..."
The sound of beating bass music and the overwhelming smell of hard alcohol hit her like a punch to the face. Her sight was nearly blinded by the dancing figures and flashing lights, but not even being blinded would distract her from her intention. She dropped her coat off at the entrance, and strutted out across the dance floor, weaving in between dancing and moving bodies.
Her frame was barely clad in a black cocktail dress, hugging every curve her sexy figure could offer. The generous cleavage on her voluminous chest would be enough to tempt any bar creep, but she hardly paid attention to the cat calls and wolf whistles headed in her direction. She simply rolled her eyes and continued on her way to the corner booth of the bar.
Her eyes landed on a man, in his possible mid 20s...and Japanese was his obvious ethnicity. Her gaze immediately recognized him, and she smirked, "Fujimoto Hiroki?" The man looked up at the scantily clad woman with what looked like caution and confusion, "may I help you?"
'Found you, you dead bastard!' She thought as she slid into the booth next to him, "no...but I'd love you buy you a drink..." She signaled to the bartender, shouting over the loud music, "one dry martini and a Long Island ice tea! Put it on my tab!"
The man looked to the woman who so comfortably took her seat next to him, a smirk on his face as he slid an arm around her, "so you're the lady who will try to win me over tonight. What's your name?" She looked up to him with a sexy gleam in her eye, despite the feeling of disgust churning in her stomach.
As she flirtatiously slid her foot up his pant leg, so far up she could've counted the change in his pocket, she giggled, "Raven..." She brought her mouth up to his ear to whisper, "and it'll be you trying to win me over..." Her hot breath danced across his ear, making his entire body quiver in anticipation as the bartender served them their drinks. Jade swept up her dry martini and offered him his, not before slipping a few pills into his drink, "let's just see where the night takes us..." She nuzzled his neck and raised her drink to make a toast.
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The loud sound of an apartment door opening then slamming shut broke the calm silence of night. Small pleasure filled mewls, groans, and moans echoed in the darkness as the sound of clothes being thrown about thumped lightly against the floor.
Fujimoto let out a small grunt as she playfully pushed him down onto the mattress, trailing light kisses up and down his exposed chest as she straddled his waist, pinning him down with her body. He was practically wasted from the long night of talking, drinking, and dancing. "Your apartment is gorgeous, it looks awfully expensive." She took a momentary break from her sweet torture to comment on his lavish lifestyle, before sliding her warm tongue up his chest to his neck.
He groaned and nodded, responding between pants, "it's...not nearly...the luxurious life...I had in Japan..." His words sounded a bit slurred and the young woman chuckled slyly, "must be awfully lonely here all by yourself." He only managed to nod in response due to the blasphemous things she was doing to him with her skilled mouth.
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He couldn't help himself but to touch all her sexy curves, which were now all exposed and presented to him like an offering. He ran his hands down her toned back, then down to her ass, grasping hard, and eliciting a small mewl from his midnight mystery lover. He continued his gropings and ministrations as he ground his arousal against her inner thigh, "Raven...let me take you." He demanded with a voice hoarse with lust.
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She sat up, straddling his torso and looked down at him, clicking her tongue, "tsk tsk, impatient are we..." She nuzzled his neck, "let's take our sweet time, baby..." The word, 'baby' slide of her tongue with finesse as she slide the warm muscle up his neck to his ear.
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She latched onto his neck with her lips and sucked, earning her a grunt from her victim. She could sense his growing impatience to take her, and hoped she could keep him at bay for just a little longer. She pulled back and looked down at him, "kiss me..." She didn't wait for him to respond before she crashed her lips down onto his, tracing her tongue against his lower lip and asking for entrance.
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He parted his lips and let her in, meeting her tongue with his. Their tongue battled for dominance relentlessly, like two souls in a sparring match. His hands continued to travel north until they met the clasp of her bra, readying to unsnap it.
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His hands dropped limp onto the mattress as the man fell into a deep unconscious state. Jade pulled back and smirked coldly, "not a moment too soon." She got up and off him, searching for her dress and slipping it back on before leaving the room to find what she was assigned to acquire.