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Chapter 11: Refreshing the Mind

They had been at it for hours. Chifuyu never felt so sore, or so pleased. Currently she was on his lap, his arms wrapped around her pulling her close. She understood what Houki had told her before about his arms feeling right. This was the greatest feeling in the world, she could feel herself falling deeper in love him every second. Even now as he slept behind her using her shoulder as a pillow, her smile and feeling of belonging grew; but now it was starting to get late. Getting a teasing smirk she started to grind her shapely bottom into his groin, with Jackson not being the only to wake up.

"Oh you want more," he said kissing her neck.

"I would but I'm afraid you'll break me," she said looking at him before they met in a kiss that sealed her feelings for him.

"Jackson," she said more nervous than she had ever been in her life, "I think I love you."

"Chifuyu," he said with a slight sad tone, "I want to say it too, but after my life I…I don't know what love is. But," his tone changed slight, "I'm hoping to find out."

She kissed him with a smile, which he returned.

"Now come on Jacky-kun," she said standing up, "it's getting late. Oh, and remember I'm willing to share with the right girls."

"I don't see that happening."

"Jacky-kun you're too popular not have a harem like an Arab King."

"I don't know about that," he said as they got dressed.

They stayed silent up until the garage door raised, and they kissed again.

"Now you be a good boy, ok?" she said with an uncharacteristically playful smile.

"Only if you are a good girl," he said giving her butt a squeeze.

"Oh I am for my man," she said winking as she got in her car.

Jackson walked back to his room with the biggest smile on his face. He was almost humming a tune.

"So," he thought, "this must be what true happiness feels like. This is how you should feel after you lose your virginity."

He was on cloud nine for once. He was thankful of that fight with that woman now. She was able to show him that being afraid was not the way to live. He had made friends with very lovely girls, and one exceptionally beautiful woman. Those that knew didn't care for his sins, but then again they didn't know all of sins. His mood turned in an instant. He realized that when he told some one about his past in details, he simply glossed over his Yakuza years. The years, that he knew, he was a criminal of extreme caliber.

"Fuck," he mumbled as he opened the door to his room.

"Ah," Charles said, "good evening Jacky. How are you?"

"I think I'm bi-polar," he said grabbing some boxers and shorts," I'm taking a shower."

He turned the water on going back to his thoughts. It didn't take long for him to realize that Chifuyu didn't care for his past, only in how he was now. A smile grew on his face.

"None of them care," he thought, "Chifuyu, Ling, Cecilia, Houki."

All thoughts ceased when he thought of her. What should he do? She was the first woman his age to treat him like a human, and now he felt guilty. His mind stormed with the multitude of possibilities, until he decided. He quickly turned the water, barley dried off, and got dressed throwing a plain white t-shirt and basketball shorts on. He quickly left, ignoring the questions from Charles. He went straight to Houki's room and knocked.

"Hello how can I," a female voice said as she opened the door and froze.

The girl was shorter than Houki, with short dark blue hair. Her skin was as pale as Houki's, but her face began to glow with a growing blush. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of bicycle shorts.

"Is Houki here?"

"I'm here Jackson," she said out of view.

The girl did not move as she tried to burn the image of his shirt becoming transparent in random spots on his torso. The dampened areas clinging to the outline of his defined muscles. Her hands began to slowly reach out, shacking.

"Thank you Shiszune," Houki said pulling her out of her train of thought.

"Um right," she said almost nervously, "bye Jackson."

"What's up Jacky," Houki said quietly.

"Houki can I talk to you privately?" his tone almost heart breaking.

"Sure," she said with curiosity as they went to the rooftop.

They both leaned against the rail as they looked out at the setting sun. Houki leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I've missed you," she said so gently.

"Houki I need to be honest with you," he said sounding scared.

"What is it?"

"I…I had sex with a woman," he said unable to look at her.

Silence fell. He was too scared to look at her. And it stayed like that for multiple minutes.

"Why?" her voice filled with sadness, "why would you tell me? Why would you even do that?"

"I told you because I care for you Houki. Once I thought it through I felt that I betrayed you," his sentence was finished with her slapping him.

"You're right I do feel betrayed," she said as tears of anger began to fell, "I thought we had something," she started to walk off but Jackson locked her up in a hug from behind.

"Houki please don't leave me," he said sounding desperate, "I'm not going to lie to you. I have the same feelings for her that I do for you. And I am going to say sorry if I hurt you, but I felt so happy. I thought that after all the fucked up shit my life has been, I deserved a highlight."

"Then why not come to me," she all but screamed.

This lead to a moment of silence as Jackson tried to process what was said. As he thought Houki began to blush.

"Houki you don't mean," his voice barely a whisper as her blush grew more.

"Jackson I care for you," she walked closer to him, "you shared your past, and what is so far the most intimate moment of my life," she wrapped her hands around his, "you are the only person to see me as me."

"Houki I," he was silenced by Houki kissing him.

They shared the moment in silence, and when they separated they both smiled.

"So a woman got the jump on you, and you care for her. I guess that means I have to try harder to win you over."

"Thank you for forgiving me."

"Oh you're not even close to being forgiven. Sunday you are taking me out shopping," she said with a smirk.

"Yes ma'am," he said kissing her once more.

Chifuyu had the biggest smile as she sipped on her drink, her mind recalling the total pleasure that she had gotten earlier this evening. She sipped more as she waited for friend to arrive, which was not long.

"Chifuyu there you are," Maya said as she walked up to Chifuyu wearing a black cocktail dress.

"Come on Maya grab a drink," she said cheerfully.

"What's got you in such a good mood?"

"Well I just got a call in saying that my little brother will be in town for the tournament, because my old student will be participating."

"While that is good and all, but I mean you look so radiant."

"I have to agree with her," a new female voice said walking up to her.

"Miss Farris," Chifuyu said recognizing the name.

Walking up was a woman that was significantly tall, almost 6'1, but had a very feminine figure. Of which her tailored blue business suit showed off. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a high pony tail that ended just above her shapely buttock. Her skin was had a healthy tan to it.

"Do you mind if I join you two?" she said sitting down, "speaking of the tournament, who do you think will do good from our year? After all this the first time we've such potential, ah?"

"Well our class has the best chance," Maya spoke up thinking, "we do have Cecilia Alcott, and Charles Dunois, both of whom are respected Representative Candidates."

"But then there is also Class three's Lingyin Huang, and my own Bella Bernadeto," Miss Farris said sipping on a beer.

"Ladies I think you're forgetting about the elephant in the room," Chifuyu said getting a refill, "Jackson."

"Oh yes," Miss Farris said with interest, "Bella seems to have taken quit the interest in him. After all Chifuyu I think only you could best him in hand to hand."

"Only if I had a sword," she said taking a sip, "I sparred with him a few weeks ago and he beat me in a no weapons match. But he will be the first to admit that he gets nervous against any ranged based opponents."

"Not to mention he is handsome," Maya said with a blush as the other two looked at him.

"Well that is very true," Miss Farris said with a smile, "those trading cards that came out of him are almost risqué," she reached into her pocket to pull one out, "even I got into it," she said with a toothy smile.

"Miss Farris, is that any way to think of a student?" Maya said a little shocked.

"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?"

This sent Maya into a blushing babbling mess, while Miss Farris laughed.

"Maya I think we need to find you a man," Miss Farris said in between her laugh, "I mean judging from how radiant Chifuyu looks, she got herself a man," now it was Chifuyu's turn to blush, "oh so I was right, does he have a name."

"Why should I tell you?" she said in an possessive manner.

"Then at least share the details. I bet you rocked his world."

"The opposite I got my world rocked," her smirk grew.

"Does he have brothers?"

"Nope, sorry girls he's one of a kind."

"Thanks for staying late Charles," Jackson said as he activated Knock Down.

"It is fine," he said activating his own IS.

The legs looking like an armored knights legs painted bright orange on the front with white on the back. The arms were protected by part of the wings, and a white breast plate coved his chest.

"You know your IS looks similar to the one Miss Yamada was using," Jackson said getting close.

"As it should mine is the Rafale-Revive Custom Mk II," he said with some pride, "now what did you need help with?"

"Well you see my skills are solely close combat, not ranged combat and I was wondering if you would be willing to help?" he asked.

"But of course I would, but why me?"

"Let's call it male bonding ok?"

"Um…sure ok, so what do you know of IS firearms?"

"I understand the practical theory, but I have never used one."

"Ok then let's practice," he said as he summoned a rifle, "here use this," he handed the weapon over to Jackson.

"So this is an unlocked weapon," he examined the rifle, "can you check my form?"

Charles got close as Jackson lifted the rifle up, Charles's head was almost leaning the opposite shoulder he was firing.

"Does Knock Down have a targeting system?"

"It's not showing one," Jackson said looking down the rifle.

"It's ok you'll just be doing some 'blind' shooting then. Now when the target come up try to aim as best you can, then gently squeeze the trigger don't pull."

"Got it."

A holographic image of a simple Bulls eye target popped up and Jackson squeezed the trigger. The rifle recoiled harder than he thought as the shot rang out. His eyes closed from experiencing it for the first time. When they opened he saw the ring fully intact, and heard Charles almost giggle.

"It is fine," he said, "everyone's first time is always bad. Now this time don't anticipate the shot. When you breath wait for a pause like right before you inhale or exhale."

Jackson brought the rifle back up and aimed at the target. His breath steadied, and on an exhale he squeezed the trigger. This time his eyes stayed opened, and he saw the ring just outside the bull's eye flash.

"Very good," Charles said with pride, "now do it again."

They repeated this exercise multiple times, soon Charles increased the difficulty by having the targets move. Jackson continued to hit the targets, slowly improving. Charles felt a growing pride as a teacher.

"Tres bon," Charles said with cheerful pride.

"Thank you," he said loading a new magazine.

"Now hit that target," he said as a target on the other side of the arena appeared.

As he lined the rifle up, a large beam shot past them. Jackson turned to see a midnight black IS with a large shoulder mounted rail gun. The operator had a petit looking build, with a gray under suit. She had long silver hair, a black eye patch over her left eye, and her head piece resembling tall guard dog ears.

"So you are the male IS operator," she said with a thick German accent, "I am unimpressed."

"Who are you?" Jackson said ready to fight with Charles standing next to him.

"She is Laura Bodewig, the German Representative Candidate," Charles said glaring at her.

"You are not vorthy to operate that unit," she said as her cannon charged, and Jackson got in front of Charles.

Right as the cannon was about to fire, the area was blinded and the sound of metal hitting metal was heard. As the light dimmed back to normal one could see the cannon was pointing up and Chifuyu was blocking one of Jackson machetes from low strike. The look on the girls face was one that showed a little surprise.

"That's enough you two, save it for the championship," Chifuyu said as Jackson deactivated his IS.

"Yes ma'am," he said walking out, "let's get out of here Charles."

"Yes the air seem a little too high and mighty," he said following Jackson.

"Hey Charles thanks for the lesson. I'm going to go work out I'll be back later so you can use the shower."

"Oh ok," he said with a light blush as he watched Jackson go on a run.

He must have been running for over an hour, he was on the last bit heading to the dorms.

"Vhy are you vasting your time vith that man?" he heard Laura shout.

"Because he needs the help and has the potential to be great."

"Chifuyu," he said as he came to a stop to see her and Laura.

"Mentor," Laura sounded desperate, "we both if any man should be piloting it should be Ichika."

"Well it's not Laura, and even then we both know that Ichika has no formal training. Jackson has a martial arts background."

"Beating children to bloody messes for the mafia is not martial arts."

Both Jackson and Chifuyu hearts sank at that realization.

"How do you know about that?" Chifuyu asked.

"German intelligence knows all," she said smugly.

Jackson could not take it anymore and ran back to his dorm. Chifuyu grew sad as she saw him leave.

As he entered the dorm building he was on auto pilot. His mind went back to every fight, every name mobsters called him, every child he doomed, and lastly the kid he killed. If one were to look into his eyes they would look almost lifeless. As girls chatted with small talk in the hallways; all he heard were the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the screams of violence, and the cries from the loser room. He had tried to forget his past, but it always seemed come back. He walked into his room absentmindedly, the sound of the shower running had ended right he walked in.

"Maybe I just need a shower," he said to himself as he began to strip.

Only cladded in his boxers he opened the door only to see Charles wrapping a towel around him. Jackson looked to see that Charles had more defined curves, and an ample amount of cleavage.

"…"

"…"

"So Charles I think we both need to lay all of our cards on the table. Sorry for walking in," Jackson said closing the door, "you know this isn't how I pictured this day ending."

AN: Sorry to all the readers of this story. I've had a slew of personal stuff, and my computer decided to drop this and the next two chapters I was working on. But I'm still alive. I got a great review from Mr Beaver Buttington on the last chapter so I tried to re work the start of this one to try and make it fit better than just smut. Also the poll is still up on my profile for those who have not voted, and for those that have here are the current standings:

Chifuyu

Houki

Charlotte

Tatenashi (out of nowhere)

Tabane

Cecilia

Ling (fell so far)

OC (Bella will be coming back soon)

Other.

So there we have it will it change by the time the next chapter is up? Have to wait and see. Also to answer the question about why there are "V"s when Laura talks. Well in German any word with a V is pronounced like a W and vice versa. HD popping smoke.