For A More Just Society.
A Shadow Looms.
Beasts of the Night.
I shifted a little, hearing soft breathing next to me. My eyes felt kinda sticky and I felt softness against my face. We ended up going home after that night and now we were back in our room. Nemuri shifted.
"Mm… Sosuke~" she warmly sighed, nuzzling me. She felt so warm and I kissed her cheek. She just wanted to keep me in bed because she held me tighter. Nemuri was always needy and sort of bitchy about it. I didn't care, because she was mine now. She yawned and moved, taking me up with her. Our room was like a freezer and Nemuri slowly shuffled over to the bathroom with me still dragging behind her.
"Sosuke, let go." She sighed, "I need to take a shower."
"No… I'm okay…" I muttered, 'Right where I need to be… and where I wanna be…" I smiled and Nemuri huffed.
"Fine… you can come in with me," she sighed teasingly, guiding me in and turning on the water. She smiled and leaned against me. Nemuri touched my cheek and rubbed it.
"You've got a beard going," she said, reaching over to the body wash casually. She handed it to me and I squirted some out, smiling.
"My my, you need my… special touch, eh?" I taunted, my hands gliding on her wet skin, the softness of her shoulders, lathering them with practiced strokes and going down her arms, her soft breathing quickened, my hands rubbing her chest gently.
She leaned against me. She was facing the showerhead. Rubbing her and holding her close. I could just feel her pleasure through my touch. Her body rubbed against mine, but she turned around and kissed me. MAYBE sharing a shower time wasn't such a great idea. Because it was a test of my willpower every second. Nemuri backed off, smiling widely. But it fell the moment she really noticed my body.
"Honey… I…" she breathed, tracing the worst scar, "How did this…"
"Why else do you think?" I asked, feeling her lips on it, my chest tingling. "I almost died getting it." I sighed, remembering exactly how and when I got it. Just… remembering back when I first started, twenty years old by my brother's side, just fresh out of college. It terrified me. Just feeling the fear of not being able to protect everything I care about, even my brother, cold and sharp, chilling me even with Nemuri lovingly rubbing my body. I can't lose her. I needed her.
I hugged her close, rinsing off, but she knew there was something up. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her head to dry her hair, grabbing another one to wrap around her body. My eyes were just staring into the mirror.
"Sosuke, are you okay?" Nemuri asked, raising her eyebrow. I was already in our room, already wearing my boxers, I set out my vigilante uniform. I would not wait for those crow faced bastards to take Eri. Not without a fight. Bodysuit on, boots on, vest over it. Knives in, but no serrated blades this time. I belted on my special blade. Nemuri sucked in a tense breath. She knew what this blade could do.
Now it was time to deal with our little flock of crows. I sighed and fixed my mask. Seeing Nemuri out of the corner of my eye. She looked a little perturbed but she stepped forward, kissing my mask.
"Be careful, honey," she sighed, "I know when you get sword out, you don't want me to follow," I smiled underneath my mask.
"I will, Nemuri, just make sure you got backup when you come get me, tell Eri that Daddy's gone to work,"
The wind tore through my hair, and scarf as I sped down the road. The Breaker dealers were part of this group of Yakuza, but this was odd. Normally all the Yakuza I fought were dead or surrendered. But I thought back to that guy back when I took down the major branch of the Breaker Yakuza.
"Thank your girlfriend for that… her halting of the hidden Trigger… haha… we synthesized a formula for it that turns it into a spreadable substance into food and drink..." he gasped out, "But just for you, this isn't the end of it! Breakers only the beginning! Hail… the Hassaikai…" he grabbed my knife and stabbed himself through the forehead, cackling madly.
Something told me that this was only gonna get worse. I slowed down, feeling as though there was something watching me. I got off the bike, turning it off. Why here? In the middle of nowhere surrounded by the city?
"Well, well… The one man our boss was afraid of…" a drawling, sleazy voice sighed, revealing a man with a scruffy beard and a long coat, "Afraid Imma hafta ask ya to bring him the girl," he withdrew an arrow from his coat, his eyes glowing red.
I stood tall, "So, is it just you?"
Emerging from the pavement was a man with a long flowing headband, and he looked like he wanted to tango. He unsheathed two combat knives and glared at me. Two. But why did I… my sword arm jerked back suddenly, sending me off my feet? Three. A woman with long blond hair and a fist full of red thread lightly landed next to the two. She seemed dainty, wearing pink and white. Garish and bright. The woman giggled and the two men just rolled their eyes.
The threads seared into my arm, holding it there as the other two just stood back. I didn't know what was happening, but I needed my sword. I growled, straining against the thread's hold. My eyes wide.
"What do you want with my daughter?!" I snarled, my veins on fire from all the strain. The girl laughed and tightened her fist. The threads tore out of my arm, searing and wet. I unsheathed my blade. They wouldn't get through me!
"We're the three Guardians of the Hassaikai!" she exclaimed, "And your daughter is our boss's granddaughter!" I dodged the arrow, feeling it nick me on the cheek.
"Then why was she in a goddamn dumpster?!" I yelled, dancing around the arrow and threads, more and more disconcerting was where that Solid Snake looking motherfucker went. I dodged a hail of arrows and slashed the threads out of my way, closing in fast, tearing and burning through the mesh.
One slash, one down. Blood, hot and sticky, coated me. The woman twitched and writhed on the ground, dying. At least I made it quick. I stood before Arrow. He snarled and sent the arrow shooting at me and I dodged most of them, some of them finding their marks in my vest.
"Why wontcha just DIE!" He yelled, motioning with his hand and the arrows rounded back, I slashed them out of the air before they could speed up enough to cause damage. In seconds, I silenced him with a few thrown knives. 'Two down. One more to..' A bright flashed seared my vision, suddenly I couldn't see. My mask couldn't even shield me from that bright of a flash. When I could see again I concentrated, listening and smelling the stench of blood.
"Smart bastard…" I muttered. He had the other two wound me and die so his scent and movements could be masked. I snarled and moved into the trees, the darkness all around me aside from the slight glow of my blade, a light crimson.
Two trunks swung in and I slid through them, Nothing else wanted to smash me to mush but I still had my sword out.
"Sosuke, what happened?"
That sounded like… Nemuri! I crashed through the underbrush, hearing her voice some more.
"Sosuke! You're hurt!"
"I know I am! Where are you?" Branches smacked my face as I tore my way through, then, in another direction…
"Waahhh! D… Daddy! Eri cried, Waaaah! M… Mommy!"
"Eri! Daddy's coming! Don't worry!" I yelled, but I stopped. 'Think, you idiot! We only knew two of their quirks, Arrow and Thread! And why would they be out here?!' I held my sword at the ready, looking around and then… a sudden strike hit me in the back, knife to my throat and sword away from me. His knee was on my back.
"Boss, I got him!" He yelled into a radio.
"Wait… just… ask yourself…" I groaned, noticing his hand white knuckling the knife. He tensed.
"Ask yourself if it's worth it to die, ask yourself if this is right..."
"Don't push me any further, you bastard, at least you have someone to go back to!" He growled, "You have the rightful…"
"They're using you! They're… they're just… another cause you don't understand!" I yelled back, he hesitated. His eyes hardened and his knife shook some more.
"I have nothing. Nothing at all, back home I had nothing for me! I saw my men get blown to shreds! What right do you have to tell me what's right when you killed my comrades?!"
"Deep down, you… you wanted to be a hero, right? But whenever you tried, they laughed at you… so you enlisted to be the hero you always wanted to be…" The man shook a little. He moved off me, standing and sheathing his knives.
"Get up, get going, get the hell outta my head," he snarled. I got up slowly, and he assisted me a little.
"What do they want with my daughter?" I asked.
"I don't know, but keep that girl close," he said, "You're strong, Akaguro, the boss was right about you," the man faded into the shadows. I cleaned the sword with my arm and sheathed it. Getting on my bike I turned it on and set off.
I didn't know how tired I was until I hit town and… what the hell is happening I mean; I go out and have a standoff with three gangsters and I come back to Nemuri with her whip, striking another petty criminal, almost making it a show. The whish and snap of the whip sent the criminal reeling, sobbing and dumping his bags out. She dragged the herding tool back and pulled it between her hands, coat billowing. Her hair billowed and frazzled out, blue eyes dangerously narrowed.
"Don't you dare steal from someone ever again, or they'll be more where that came from!" she snarled, voice taut like the whip in her hands. The thugs resounding thwok on the pavement made me flinch in sympathy.
"HEEEE! I'm sorry, Ma'am! Won't happen again!" he screamed, hands and knees, crying and crawling. Nemuri got that look in her eyes, raising her whip again and about to bring it down in righteous indignation. My grip was tight and my chest hitched from the run I did, eyes wide, "That's enough!" I exclaimed. Nemuri whirled around and grinned. Her coat flying in the wind with her hair, blue eyes sparkling in the lights of the city framed by pink lense sunglasses.
"Darling!" She yelled, tackling me and when I hit the ground it hurt a little, Her soft purring and nuzzling felt like heaven against me. She bobbed up, sniffing. She hovered over my arm. The guy she was about to lash ran off before being sideways tackled by Koichi.
"There's blood on you, who hurt you?" she growled, "Are they alive? Did they follow you?" she continued, gently grabbing my arm and tentatively her tongue flicked over a few of the cuts. It was gentle and wet, and her heart was in the right place but why was she doing this in public?
"Mm… Sosuke… you got what Eri likes to call owies. But don't worry~" she licked some more, my cheeks felt like they just caught on fire. She just licked away the blood gently and smiled, "Your little Wifey is going to fix you right up!" Nemuri grinned and we went over to my bike, idling on the curb, and I got on with her behind me.
Riding through the city with my fiance was nice. Calming and just… I could just do it forever. I just felt like… I made a mistake just taking Eri. It was wrong to take them away from what they wanted to do. Was I the bad guy here? Was I just shoving myself where I didn't belong again? Maybe Chizome was right, I could never find peace anywhere. I drove on, the city blurring around us, just wanting to ride away from it all.
Just wanting to glass floor my life, tear out me by the roots and just forget. I can't change the future. I can't stop the death coming for the woman holding me in the seat behind me. I just wish I could get on my hands and knees and beg to take it all back. I didn't deserve her. Or Eri. Fighting so bloody and so long for a pointless future. I can't change society. I know that now. But every time I wanted to be happy, when I wanted to cut out my slice of heaven, why did tragedy always snatch it away?
Or I never let myself be happy, I just… drifted. Drifted and my wheels just stalled. We were back home again. Nemuri slid off the seat with a small yawn. She hugged me and nuzzled my cheek again.
"Oh Sosuke~! Guess what I can do?" she asked, raising her eyebrow and coming close to my ear, arms wrapped around my shoulders. I wasn't expecting this but what she did next startled me. She pressed her lips against my ear and her warm breath blew against my cheek, like a breeze of summer air.
"Nyaaaa~!" she cooed, rubbing her bare breasts against my good arm. I took a deep breath and already felt the strain against my trousers. 'Shit! She knows how to get me turned on!'
"Do you realize I've been bleeding a little?" I asked, voice soft and airy. The soft, cushy mounds increased their momentum, Nemuri was lustfully nibbling my ear, her breath fogging my mind.
"But Sosuke~ I want Baby Kitten!" Her voice became a little higher pitched and whiny, "Don't you want Baby Kitten, too?" her hand snuck to my trousers, loosening them, "I'm off the pill, honey… I haven't been off it long, but I just want to ease your worries for a little bit… besides, those cuts weren't so deep, and well… Mommy is VERY pent up, sweetie!" she pushed me onto the bed.
It wasn't hard at all, but she got on top of me, the thump of her coat being the only signal of her being ready. Her hands dug under my shirt, removing my vest and pushing my shirt up and out. She kissed my chest scar, tongue lapping at my sweat and wrapping her arms around me. Nemuri was soft, perfect, and there. Real. Every second I spent with her, I never wanted to forget. My mask was long gone on the floor, my sword thrown somewhere. Arm healing, but she was still here.
Her lips met mine, and I leaned into it, her slight moan made me even hotter. I let go of her, seeing her twisted smile and her long hair spreading out, almost swallowing the moonlight framing her in silver. 'Oh fuck! Oh fuck…!' I thought, feeling her touch, her soft hands locked with mine as she settled on my dick, rubbing it with soft motions. The moistness and the soft moaning of my love just made it even more perfect. Holding her so tightly as she bounced on me gently.
The moist and messy kisses all over me made me go INSANE. I grabbed her roughly and turned the tables, pinning her down and taking over. Face twisted into a satisfied and gleeful smile. Nemuri gasped before being shut up by a hungry kiss. I wanted to show her the same appreciation she showed me. I nibbled on her not hard enough to make her bleed. She shifted a little to make access easier, but instead of biting her, I licked her.
"Nn… Your tongue feels weird…" she mumbled. I giggled.
"Well, you did Nya, so…" I reasoned, knowing it'd leave her neck open for a little love bite. She cried out loudly, closing her eyes and moaning at the slow licks. Thrusting gently and calmly, feeling her moving with me.
"You were right, I… I want one… no, no, two." I said.
"Two's pushing it, honey… make it four…" Nemuri moaned with a teasing smile on that perfect face of hers.
"Three, that's as low as I'll go," I sighed, feeling a light swat on my shoulder and a giggle.
"Stingy stingy…" Nemuri sighed. I smiled widely and bit her gently, slowly turning up the pressure on her neck until something tangy and metallic danced on my tongue gently, I licked the bite mark slowly and fully, feeling her body relax. Numbed, naked, and all mine. My Nemuri. I eased her legs to wrap around my lower back, my hands guiding her arms to wrap around my neck, and she was ready, grinning, and the small bite bled a little.
I kept kissing her and loving on her, picking up the pace, the sweetish bronze scent of blood and her quirk mingled together. I didn't need a fancy suit or a beautiful dress or a party and cake for this.
I just needed her to complete the spell, to complete the one thing we wanted more than ever. A baby. Our baby. Our little kitten. Bloodcurdle wore off as her claws dug deep into my back, her lips slamming into mine as I thrusted with renewed strength. Feeling her clawing my back and mewling and begging for more, pressed underneath me and wrapping her legs tightly around me. Nemuri screamed out loud with a bright grin on her face. Her grip just about snapped my back, but I got through it.
Nemuri shook and moaned, "Ah… Sosuke… how's it like being on me this time…"
I scoffed, "I enjoy being on bottom better,"
Nemuri laughed, "You just like it because it gives you an easier way to suck my tits,"
"Not really, it just… makes it easier to hold you…" I admitted shyly, laying on her chest and feeling her shift a little. She was near my crotch and I felt moist licking down there. She scooted back up with a grin.
"Leftovers~!" She exclaimed with a laugh. Of course she was thorough. I kissed her on the forehead. Nemuri yawned and wrapped herself in the sheets. It was a quiet evening after that, falling asleep from exertion.
Good night, Mustafu.