Take What Is Yours
Ch 11 Expectations Shattered
Morioka Ginei lounged lazily as he rode in the back of the bus, legs kicked out on the farthest back seat with his fingers laced behind his head with a never ending grin creasing his face. To the whole world, he could have just been told some of the best news in the world and he couldn't be derailed if they tried.
His near future had the potential to put him in a league of men that had no choice but to be seen as a form of public savior to a race that prided themselves on beauty and grace.
Yukki Onna.
Taking the invitation from his pocket, he looked over all the wording, the time, location, who was going to pick him up and where…
He turned his eyes to Busdriver-san and turned away quickly. For some reason, the man always looked like he was staring at him through the rear view mirror.
…however, this trip was taking a lot longer then the expected time of arrival.
At first, this hadn't been a big deal, until he realized how much more entertaining it was going to be since there were going to be multiple stops along the way.
He had been the original passenger in the bus when he found himself being jolted awake by the bus's brakes, the sound of the door being opened, and a few passengers were brought in to occupy some of the vacant seats.
Most of these passengers were very cute girls.
Just when he knew it was a blessing from Kami or any other god that supported male achievements, he approached them with his casual care free smile and asked, "Hi, Ladies. Mind if I sit here? I hate being by myself."
This was received with mixed curiosity but accepted never the less.
Thus began the trip to the Snow People.
Stop after stop after stop…
Each one was one long string of company or female acquaintance after another, taking down numbers, promises to call and visit on his spare time.
Life was good.
Through out all of those little visits, there had been one young lady who had yet to receive any of Gin's attempts at charm or forced invitation in any form. Pale blue kimono in place, powder white short hair at the nape of her neck, and a semi bored glaze over her pretty features, the young woman was obviously more annoyed then pleased at him.
In his mind, she was one of the few, so what did it matter?
Either way, he had done well for himself.
Looking at his watch, he realized he was very late for the time to arrive at his final destination.
"Busdriver-san," He called out from the back of the bus noisily.
The girl looked over her shoulder at him as if to confirm he was being that blatantly impolite.
The bus driver just glanced at him in the rear view mirror and looked back at the road.
"Yo, are we there yet?"
Shaking her head, the girl simply looked away.
"We've had to make a few stops. Don't worry, boy, we'll get there soon."
Grumbling, Gin scratched at his neck and appraised the woman who was looking back at him with annoyance. She was obviously yukki onna, possibly a relative of Mizore if he would have guessed it.
Thinking of her made him grin wolfishly.
Oh, he couldn't wait to get a hold of her and let her know what it was like to be in the bed with a real man. From what he had been told, her husband was shooting blanks and the need for the young wolfster to come in and take charge was the only option left.
To make matters even more enticing, he had to do this duty twelve times over.
Thirteen girls and no real man for miles to do the deed.
Life was hard, but someone had to do it.
Thinking about this made him chuckle proudly, and he couldn't help but say out loud, "Mizore-chan, you're not ready for your sempai. Don't worry, daddy will take care of you."
"You're disgusting."
The voice had been smooth and melodic. Even if it hadn't been scolding, it was quiet in a reserved sort of way.
Looking from his reclined position, Gin lifted his head enough to take in the profile of the young woman who had been all but ignoring him till now.
"Oh?"
She had pupilless green blue eyes and was regarding him with distaste. She only nodded and looked away.
Deciding this challenge had to be answered; he rolled himself to his feet and casually moseyed over to her. "And what would your problem be with me, darlin'?"
Tilting her elegant eyes towards the part of the seat he had invited himself to lean against, then at him as if to dismiss him, she spoke through her pale pink lips at him, "Women aren't toys."
"Excuse me?"
"You've been giving your smiles, taking numbers with gusto, and getting your feels. Basically, you think you're entitled to just about everything you look at without a sense of contentment. I'm sure if you could line the girls up right in front of you, just now, you would feel that they were all for you, wouldn't you?"
"Darl'n, I'm a man. We were built this way."
She had obviously expected this kind of answer from him and it had not sat well.
"Just now, you said you were going to 'take care of' someone." Her mild sarcasm wasn't lost on him. "Am I right?"
"Hai," He nodded casually, giving another wide grin. "I'm helping a friend who is told to by your Priestess she needed some help fathering a child. So, I can't be that disgusting now, can I?"
The young woman turned to him fully, facing him as if to take on his full measure now that she knew he was sent by the Priestess herself.
What surprised him was the fact she seemed to be horrified.
"Let me off," She spoke quietly, but loud enough to receive acknowledgment from the bus driver to veer off to the side of the road and open the door.
"What?" He spoke, bewildered by the young lady's demeanor. "Did I say something wrong?"
Collecting herself, she stood up in the middle of the isle and didn't wait for the bus to come to a halt when she was ready to basically leap off if the door hadn't been closed to prevent her from doing so.
"Yukki Onna may have a deep need to have children and seek out a mate to spend their lives with, but I have to say if we've allowed someone of your genetic character to spread into our society then we are doomed as a people."
The young lady spoke with quiet passion.
Gin could only stare at her as if she just verbally slapped him. "What the hell are you getting so upset about?"
"Greetings," She gave him the slightest bow, but it was more dismissive then it was for the sake of a cultured exchange, "I am Yuki Saramora. I was supposed to be one of your conquests. I am glad I have witnessed your work before hand. I wouldn't sully my womb with your seed in a million years."
"But-"
The door opened and she dashed away into the snow field without looking back.
A nipping chill entered the bus, making Gin pull his leather jacket closer around his neck. Busdriver-san seemed unaffected by the temperature drop and continued to drive back onto the road as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.
It was just another day.
"So you're going to meet a few friends today, boy?"
It had been unusual to see such hostility from a woman he barely knew. Under most circumstances, Gin could normally charm or, at a minimum, get a slap from a woman and see their faces twist in regret when they walked away from him.
There was nothing regretful in that woman's eyes.
"Yeah," Gin answered, licking his lips as the patch of snow and frozen tundra the girl disappeared behind continued to nothing more then a spot in his horizon.
"Good," The busdriver answered, with a smirk on his face. "I'm sure they'll be glad to see you."
He had been annoyed to high hell when he was told that he had to wait.
Oh, sure, there was apologies left and right, food and drink to keep him sustained while there was some kind of scare and a search for 'something' was initiated, but he was really getting annoyed when one of the boundary wardens asked him for the eleventh time that he had, literally, just got off the bus about four hours ago and, no, he had not went anywhere near 'Maiden's Hall'.
Of course, that didn't mean that wasn't his destination after wards as soon as these tight ass'd security guards would let him pass!
Sighing, he glanced about and reminded himself that it would not do to lose his cool here. There were many beautiful women about and knew, from experience, that most were hungry to the point of desperate to find a husband, or, at a minimum, give them a baby.
Next to visiting a succubi den, which was next on his list of 'things to do', this had to be the biggest hot spot to meet women.
Shifting his small bag of clothes in his hands, he watched a husband and wife coddle a child that was getting fussy and, for the smallest part of him that wanted to laugh at the poor sucker who was carrying that marital luggage, he couldn't help but feel just the tiniest bit jealous.
There was a family.
Looking back, he knew there wasn't much to his experience with family. Orphaned and desperate for attention in his early years, it was his glorious linage that he had to thank for being the success he was now. Back then, there was always someone trying to take something that belonged to someone else. Even the strong were taken from.
So you were either taking or being taken from.
No one would take from him anymore.
Ever.
That was something to be said about the orphanage he learned and he learned well. If you wanted to succeed in life you grabbed it, controlled it, and shaped it to how you wanted.
Gin wanted everything: Booze, Sex, Love, Sex, Money, Sex, Adoration...
Sex...
...Sex...
...SEX!
He giggled in a way that made some of the snow girls around him scowl and shuffle away with murmurs of disgust.
Screw'm, he thought. I'll be balls deep in your kind as soon as this is done.
At first he had wanted the most basic of affections: Trust, honest, companionship, and love that was everlasting.
I was such a pussy, he chuckled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
People like that always got taken advantage of and they were always chewed up whole and spit out. A good example was his ole' friend Tsukune.
Poor bastard, he sighed in reflection.
They were friends in school and, yes, he had a good amount of respect for the guy when it came to putting his neck out for others. However, it wasn't his fault that he got chained up with a ceremony and bonded to Moka, no matter how hot she was!
Although, it did make Gin admit he had her and his whole troupe of beauties at his beck and call back then.
Too bad he wasn't man enough to know what to do with them if they fell back on their asses with their legs in the air, he snickered at the thought. In his mind, he saw all of the girls, lined up one after another, legs in the air, ankles held in their hands and all of them spread wide for him to see the individual color of their most intimate flowers.
A comical spout of blood shots from poor Aono's nose and he topples over in a heap of virgin male goo.
Ah well, Gin thought, if you want I'll show you how's it done, kiddo.
Peeking in his bag, he saw the portable camera that was tucked away so that he could record video and audio with just a push of the button. The lens was seamlessly positioned inside the bag to look as inconspicuous as possible. Then there were about four to five other camera's about the size of cigarette that he could hide about anywhere and collect later on for his little web site.
I should have prepared the audience for this even better, he considered in hindsight. Eh, I'll post something when I get back and then make them wait a week. Let them drool a little.
"Okay, everyone! Seems as if everything is clear!" One of the Boundary Wardens called out, letting a crowd of people pick their way through the exit of the bus station terminal.
Waiting for the majority of the masses to get through, he sauntered over to the nearest worker and casually inquired the direction of Maiden's Hall.
Gin may have been many less than graceful or dignified in many ways, but when it came to threats against his friends he was never one to stand aside. When he was directed towards Maiden's Hall, the first thing he saw was some of the upturned earth and the splintered remains of a lot of trees. All around him he saw powdery white snow kicked about by the snowmobiles of the local border guard.
He could see why there had been some kind of scare, something of violence happened here. If there had been any blood, it was sure to have been covered by now.
Either way, he had a mission to complete. With the snow blowing at its gale like speeds with the suffocating mix of other people's scents, it was no wonder he couldn't find Mizore by his trusty nose alone.
The one thing he thought he caught a whiff of made him pause in front of the grand door.
It was something familiar yet totally out of place, he couldn't help but wonder if it was his imagination or even traces of a guilty conscience.
But then what did he have to feel guilty about and what would he be doing here?
Deciding to dismiss that turn of thought and concentrate on the here and now, Gin rubbed his hands in anticipation.
Twelve plus one maidens were there to offer their bodies to him and he would be a very irresponsible man to neglect such generosity.
Opening the door, he gave everyone his best grin and decided there was no need to hide behind pretenses. What hit him wasn't the looks of annoyance or smirking light hearted reminders of proper manners with such a delicate issue he had been expecting from a group of women who have been raised in a proper home for who knows how long.
No, that wasn't that at all.
Death.
Malice and an unfathomable rage stabbed into him before he locked eyes with its source.
Aono Tsukune.
He had opened his eyes after receiving the embrace of the Snow Priestess, the ruler of the Snow People, and he could 'feel' his body coil like a serpent a half second away from its lunge. All of Gin's instincts told him to run, to transform and use the full half moon's power to run for his life. His sense all screamed that this was not the time to fight or worry about appearances.
Morikoa Ginei couldn't move.
He had never felt such utter loathing and fury, it was so palatable he could literally taste Tsukune youkai like burnt ash choking him.
Then Tsukune lunged. Eyes blazing hate with his fangs bared.
Gin couldn't breath, he couldn't bring his arms up fast enough...
Tsukune's teeth flashed like a demonic beast's, his eyes famished for retribution. The vampire's unholy appetite was about to devour Gin's soul and he couldn't even move!
All of the things Gin had ever done in his life flashed before his eyes, his regrets and losses laid bare only to 'feel' Tsukune turn into snow before he made contact with him and disappear in a wispy fluttering of snow and wind.
He was gone.
Unable to keep up his pretenses any longer, he had to ask, "What the fuck!"
Silence.
Tsukune and the Snow Priestess were gone.
Then it hit him, a wave of spent pheromones, sweat, blood, semen, and feminine fluids drenched the room where each one of the yukki-onna were still kneeling or lying on the floor, Mizore included. Tsurara, by her scent and appearance, had also received the affections of Gin's once friend now tormented rival.
The bag fell from Gin's hands with a thump.
"No...fucking...way."
Turning to each one of the maidens whimpering with an ache, scratches and untidy pulls of their clothes to cover their immodest appearance, Aono Tsukune's scent had smothered each and every one of them.
The only thing Gin could think of at this point was one thing: Tsukune had beat him...again.
"But..."
This wasn't right. This was supposed to be one of Gin's shining moments, he was supposed to be a savior to the Snow People, a man to father a dozen children and stake claim to the flesh of snow maidens who would sing his praises and remember him as a sexual god!
Tsukune had taken that from him.
How? He wanted to rage. It made no sense. Tsukune wasn't this kind of guy! He hadn't even had the stomach to fight for his woman. Where the hell did he suddenly get the balls to pull off something like this?
"Gin-sempai?"
It wasn't possible...Tsukune couldn't do this. He didn't have it in him, he just wasn't man enough. He wasn't… was he?
The evidence of what Tsukune was lay all around him. It hung in the air mocking him, another man's scent on what was supposed to be his.
In life you took or got taken from, and Tsukune had took the carpet out from under him before he even set foot on it. There was just no denying it.
"Gin-sempai."
A soft hand touched his arm and he shuddered away from it. The permeating smell of the man he had taken his wife from saturated her tattered yukata. From the fine silk threads to the gloss of its shine, Gin knew that this was an outfit that was custom made and had cost a small fortune. Now...
Gin traced his eyes over the once flawless skin that made the Yukki-Onna among the most sought after beauties in the monster world. It was marred now with scrapes and glaring bruises, hand prints still left on her petite shoulders, her upper arms and her hips. Pupilless baby blue eyes that reflected wonders in erotic endeavors and sated her in ways that scared her and fulfilled her was forever marked her as a twice claimed woman, by husband and lover.
It was all just physical proof of what Tsukune had done to Mizore. She was his now; body, mind, and soul. Gin could see that as clearly as the bruises on her skin.
All his expectations lay in ruins.
"Mizore," Gin glanced past her to her peers, each one attempting to recover in her own way and in their own time.
They appeared absolutely on the brink of mental and physical exhaustion.
"You were supposed to wait for me. I was supposed to be the one you fathered a child with. Even these other women," He glanced at each one with a sense of loss that wounded his heart and pride. "I was the chosen one to be each one of your..."
Mizore nodded, pulling a long piece of cloth hanging off her shoulders in front of her. Gin's eyes had roamed over her and he seemed, interestingly enough, distraught. "I know, the Snow Priestess has chosen you for me, but why does it matter? We found someone to give us a child, so I am curious as to why you seem...upset?"
"You mean you did not want my child? You wanted...his!" He barked off angrily.
Emotions that seemed to have been forgotten from their time in Youkai Academy seem to be bubbling back.
"Of course." She answered simply, easily, dismissing his quiet outrage with a look that spoke as simply as her words. "It wasn't that I ever asked for your child, specifically, Gin. I would have accepted anyone's, really, but I would have endured it for the sake of the village."
"Endured it?" Gin ground out the word indignantly. "It would have made it the most amazing experience of your entire life! I was going to make love to you until you begged me to stop! Until you forgot your own name!"
The young snow maiden reflected his statement with her usual calm, unsure as to what he had expected. "Make love to me? What are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about?" He cried in disbelief and frustration. "Mizore I came here to give you a child!"
"I know," Mizore replied calmly, reiterating the process he was supposed to take part in. "I was going to have my eggs fertilized with your sperm and implanted back into me like all the others were. You were brought here for donation, Gin. Your part was going to be in that room," She pointed to a small room with a door that had a stack of erotic magazines placed on a small table for him. "What exactly did you think was going to happen here?"
"This!" He gestured to all the women still murmuring some kind of spasm or ache, in one corner an older woman was consoling a young yukki onna as she wept, asking her elder if she will be forgiven by her family. The elder yukki onna's response was a simple, "We did what was needed for the good of our people."
Mizore took in the room and nodded. "You expected some kind of debauchery or orgy, with us throwing ourselves to you at your whim?"
"Don't make fun of me, Mizore," Gin closed his fists and turned away from her. "I know what took place here."
Mizore only had to look down to agree with him. The lower half of her robe did very little to cover her patch of feminine hair.
"There are some things that I could not deny myself, Gin. I have wanted Tsukune for years and ...well...I could not deny him. I missed him and loved him." Rubbing low on her belly, she blushed glowingly. "I am so happy."
"Fine!" He barked at her, startling her. "But what about the others!"
He gestured his hands around him. "Certainly they couldn't have all been waiting years for him!"
"No," She shrugged her shoulders and took in some of the pretty faces that were peering at the conversation her and her sempai were having in spectating curiosity. "They all came to him. I'm sure they have their reasons, but if there was one thing I have to admit, to each and everyone of us, he was extremely passionate, if not dangerous. It had its own appeal."
"I could have given you that!"
Mizore shook her head, "No, Gin, I think you could have given 'you' that. You forget, I know you. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
"Wait! I came all this way and-"
"Oh, my, this looks expensive."
Pushing Gin's bag between Gin and Mizore, Tsurara offered it to the young werewolf visitor in a matter that was quite abrupt.
The zipper on top was open with what looked like a LOT of camera equipment.
"Cameras, Gin sempai?" Mizore peeked in herself, the brows over her nose pinching in anger. "What exactly were you hoping to film?"
Gin's frustration disappeared into something more charming. "Oh, you know the sights here are extremely beautiful and who gets the see the aurora so close?"
Neither of the two women bought his lie.
"The next time you want a hidden camera, I suggest one that the size of a pen and with less weight. I have over twenty of these in my house and these don't exactly give a good quality. Also, your mic needs a wind diffuser. Don't want to hear anything in background that will distract from what you really need to hear, don't you? All of this in a single back pack really does give away that your intentions here aren't exactly honorable, Gin-kun."
"How would you-?"
"I've always wanted to be a spy, child," Tsurara folded her arms over the fabric of her breasts,"and I've been practicing hidden surveillance for over a decade before you were even born. Don't insult me. Oh, and just one more thing."
Tips of razor sharp icicles surrounded him.
"Yukki-onna see sex as a very private matter. What we do behind closed doors is our business, not everyone else's. We're not succubi."
Glancing around him and seeing the very real threat presented, Gin huffed at her and started walking backwards towards the door. "Maybe, but if that's true then why was this allowed to happen? You couldn't control yourself because Tsukune was just that much of a man for all of you to fall at his feet for?"
Tsurara clasped her hands in front of her properly and gave Gin a dangerous small smile. "Would you really want me to answer that for you?"
"I'm out of here." Gin spun on his heel, but footsteps behind him made him pause.
Grinding his teeth, Gin took the bag and was about to stomp off when Mizore grabbed his arm. "I have one more question, Sempai."
Looking over his shoulder, he impatiently waited for her to ask.
"Why does our Tsukune want to kill you?"
Both Yukki Onna waited with baited tempers. Their beloved Aono Tsukune was a part of her family and they treasured him more then any of their other friends. That he would unleash so much uncharacteristic violence and dominance, unbridled lust and then murderous desire to him had so many unanswered questions that they sought to find reasons for.
The gears in Gin's head were turning, but in the end he just shook his head. "If you want to know badly, then ask him yourself. It's none of my business anymore."
Opening the door himself, he slammed it shut, causing a thunderous clap to echo off the walls.
Both Mizore and Tsurara took a moment to consider the man's actions.
"I don't remember your beloved Tsukune acting this way, Mizore-chan."
"Me neither, Mother."
Taking each others arm, they went to assist some of the other maidens who seemed to have some pulled ligaments and cramped muscles.
"Once our part here is done, I want to find out what has happened between those two. It is no coincidence that Tsukune has come here all of a sudden, does this with us, and then wants Gin's blood." Tsurara calls out thoughtfully.
Mizore added her own thoughts. "True, Mother, but I do know that in all of this, somehow, Moka is involved and we should probably start there."
"I agree," Her mother replied as she reached down to speak to a young girl who was sitting down morosely, holding her hands over her tummy.
"You want to play this game with me, fine, we'll play," Gin called out loudly as he paced back and forth at the bus station.
People were looking at him and he returned their inquisitive glances with a nasty glare.
He wasn't happy at all.
"I'll get you, Tsukune. I'll fucking get you. I didn't ask for this to happen but I'll sure as shit make sure I'll beat you at it." Glancing in the bag, he saw that all of his equipment was still in tact and was still ready for use.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
Flipping it open, he smirked when he read the message. It was simple and to the point.
Gin, we need to talk.
Moka.
Flipping it closed, he just smiled grandly. "Sure thing, Moka. I'll see you."
Hefting his backpack, he was glad he had brought as much as he did.
