Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Alone in a beautiful environment with a beautiful girl who wants to have your baby. Sounds good? Well, Tokai Hibiki certainly doesn't think so! In fact, he'd rather be anywhere else then alone with Jura right about now!
Disclaimer: Vandread, Nirvana and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This story deals with some very unpleasant things. If this disturbs you, don't read.
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"speech"
emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
/thoughts/
/telepathy/
translation
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
Well, my first venture into Vandread-fandom. Not the first thing I wrote for Vandread, because I have five other Vandread fics in the works, but it's the first to become ready to inflict upon the unsuspecting public.
Really unsuspecting, as not even my most enthusiastic of fans... Fan... Well, okay, Foxy Kitten, the most persistent ( Read: Annoying! ) bitching-at-me-to-update-during-microsoft messenger chats-associate I have, have managed to make me reveal anything at all about this even being a work in progress.
It's nice to sometimes be able to surprise people.
Being on the receiving end of it however, ie, being surprised by others, is something that Hibiki doesn't handle very well. As a couple of days alone with Jura is certain to drive home in a very obvious manner, much like a mallet-sama to the face. :)
Well then, without further ado, I give you Robinson Tokai. Enjoy this lil' thing of mine, I know I certainly enjoyed writing it.
"I knew this was a bad idea from the start." Hibiki moaned, kicking a pebble with a disgruntled expression.
"I don't like it either." Jura groused, trudging alongside him.
"It was your idea!" Hibiki complained.
"I didn't know about all this dirt, the bugs and those filthy animals who chased us away from the crash site!" Jura retorted.
"It's an uninhibited forest planet! What did you think we were going to come across!" Hibiki demanded.
"Clean waterfalls, beautiful vistas and privacy, lots and lots of privacy." she responded sullenly, disgustedly side-stepping a thorny-looking bush to avoid getting her clothes tangled in it.
"Whatd'ya want that for? You can just shut yourself in your room back at the Nirvana if you want some time alone." Hibiki snapped.
"I wanted some time alone with you..." Jura pouted. "I want a baby and I need your male seed for that!"
"That's disgusting!" Hibiki snorted. "And it's unnatural." he added, shaking his head in revulsion. He'd been brought up believing that women were the enemy and the fact that men and women were apparently able to have children with each other, still felt intensely wrong to him. He'd gotten, somewhat, used to being around these weird women during his stay on the Nirvana, but he was in no way ready to raise a kid with one of them!
Hell, he wasn't even sure how it all worked! Women apparently created the babies inside their own bodies instead of birthing tanks and laboratories, which sounded to him like a seriously messed up notion. Carrying something like that inside ones stomach for nine freaking months? What a pain! What a ridiculous idea!
Women were crazy, no doubt about it.
And this one was the worst of them all, with the possible exception of Dita.
One wanted to have his baby.
One was a freaky alien-otaku.
Yeah, women were completely bonkers. Perhaps some sort of genetic birth defect or something. Or perhaps being created inside a woman's stomach somehow messed with ones mind.
And she wanted his baby to suffer through the same thing!
No fucking way.
Besides, he wasn't ready to become a father just yet. And when he was, he'd do the natural thing and find himself a good man to do it with!
"Are you sure that we're heading in the right direction?" he asked, looking over at Jura for a few moments, hoping to distract her away from those unnatural thoughts she seemed to be having even right in the middle of this fucking crisis.
"According to the compass, yeah." she replied after a few moments.
"Are you sure that it still works? It might have broken in the crash." Hibiki inquired for confirmation.
"It looks fine to me." Jura assured him, glancing down at the object in her hands.
"Oh, no problem, captain. We'll go out in the untested hovercraft and look for fruit and fresh water, no problem at all captain. Only, can I bring Hibiki with me? I might need a strong back to help me carry everything back to the hovercraft." Hibiki mimicked with a high-pitched voice. "Feh, moron female."
"That wasn't what I said. Besides, you agreed to come with me!" Jura snapped. "Yeah, you weak women could never handle a task like this. A strong man is what it takes to accomplish this job." Jura retorted, deepening her voice a little bit. "Moron man!"
"That wasn't what I said either! Silly woman!"
"Baka!"
"Top-heavy deformed sad excuse for a human!"
"At least my head isn't empty except for thoughts of food and pointless blustering!"
"Hmpf!"
"Hmpf!"
The two of them stalked onwards, muttering angrily to themselves, as they made slow progress through the vegetation, refusing to talk directly to each other for several hours.
"Mou! I'm tired! I'm sweaty! I'm hungry!" Jura finally snapped and seated herself on a rock. "And my beautiful clothes are a mess!" she added, mourning her now dirty and torn clothes, sadly rubbing her hands over the once-beautiful form-hugging outfit.
"I could go for a bit of food." Hibiki agreed as his stomach growled its own agreement. He was tired and sweaty as well, but it'd take a gun pointed at him to get him to admit to that fact around Jura. His clothes were also dirty and torn, but this wasn't a concern for him the same way it apparently was for Jura, who seemed more distraught over that then everything else.
He looked around them and sighed, with no real landmarks because of all the fucking trees, bushes and vines all around them, he couldn't tell how far they had gone.
But judging from the slow pace, he guessed that even after walking for nearly six hours straight, they still had at least three fourths of the way back to the ship left to go.
He looked over at Jura and resigned himself at not being able to get back to the Nirvana before nightfall. Hell, unless somebody out searching for them actually discovered them, it'd take days to get back. But with the heavy foliage the ever-present trees in this bloody forest had, it'd be deucedly hard to spot them from up above, so the chances of actually being discovered before they made their way out of the woods, were less then good.
He patted himself down and made a hasty mental overview of their supplies. He had his knife, strapped to his back was a rifle, he had two energy bars in one of his pockets and a dented field flagon half-filled with lukewarm water. Not a lot.
He shrugged out of his backpack and opened it, finding little else of immediate use there. A blanket, a first aid kit Paiway had forced him to bring and a moderately clean t-shirt. Underneath the blanket, he found something much more welcomed however.
"A bento?" he muttered and pulled out of the object in question, finding a small note attached to it. "'To Mr Alien!'." he read off it, smiling faintly as he looked at the small caricature of a smiling face that unmistakably belonged to Dita scrawled on the note.
He tore the bento open and hastily inhaled a little more then half of it, before offering the rest to Jura who gratefully accepted it. She hesitated for a while over eating with her hands, but the chopsticks hadn't survived the crash and she eventually gave in to the inevitable, though she demanded that Hibiki turned around before she started eating with her hands, loudly complaining over the loss of dignity all the while.
The chopsticks hadn't been the only things not to make it through the crash, however. Neither had the extra radio, the emergency flares or any of the other emergency equipment the small hovercraft had been equipped with. The only thing that had been useable after going down, was the dented field flagon and the two energy bars.
That the two spacers were mostly unharmed after the crash, could be attributed partly because of luck and partly due to the excellent safety equipment the craft had been outfitted with. Gascogne and the captain wasn't all that fond of unnecessary risks, a line of thinking that Hibiki couldn't help but to be fully approving of for once, even if it had grated terribly on his nerves from time to time.
Usually when one of them wouldn't let him do something, because it was 'dangerous'.
"Thanks..." Jura mumbled unexpectedly, breaking Hibiki out of his absent musings.
"No problem." Hibiki sighed after a few moments when he'd hastily came up with, and rapidly discarded, a whole lot more comments that would have been less then nice to actually voice.
He was still hungry, but not even he would have just eaten it all and let Jura watch him do so.
Sneaking off to eat had occurred to him, but with a supreme effort of will, he'd managed to avoid doing so.
"Can you go any further today?" Hibiki asked her.
"No." Jura admitted after a while. "My feet hurt something awful and my legs feel like jelly."
"No wonder." Hibiki commented, looking down at the impractical looking shoes Jura was wearing. "Whatever possessed you to wear those for a supply run?" he asked her, trying to keep the spite out of his voice.
"Barnette says that they make my butt look good..." she muttered, feeling extremely foolish after having walked through the jungle in high heels.
"Fat lotta good that does you now... She's not even here!" Hibiki mumbled under his breath.
"Did you just say that I have a fat butt!" Jura exclaimed, jumping up to glare at him. "I don't, do I?" she then asked in a worried tone of voice, twisting around and looking over her shoulder at the body part in question.
"No." Hibiki sighed, rubbing his temples. "You do not have a fat butt." he assured her. "I was merely saying to myself that the high heels were a fat lotta good to you right now, Barnette isn't even here to look at you butt."
"But you are." Jura retorted.
"And why would I be looking at your butt, woman?" Hibiki sighed, shaking his head.
"It's a very nice butt!" Jura snapped, stomping her foot on the ground, wincing a bit at the pain doing so caused her.
"I'm sure a lot of women think so." Hibiki assured her. "It just doesn't do anything for me." he explained and looked around. "Well, if you can't go any further, I guess we'd better start looking for someplace to set up camp. Did you manage to salvage anything useful?" he asked her.
"The analyzer-thingy, a blanket, some rope and the other flagon of water." Jura said after a few moments to consider the contents of her backpack.
"Well, at least we don't have to try eating anything weird without being sure if it's dangerous or not." Hibiki reasoned as he heard that the Organic Analyzer was still with them. But it wouldn't be comfortable, setting up camp without any really useful supplies. Most probable, was that they'd have to make do with a lean-to and sleeping on the ground, curled up in their blankets.
Not the most comfortable way of spending the night.
"This is really fucking uncomfortable..." Hibiki managed to get out, his teeth rattling together as he lay curled up in his blanket. The lean-to protected them from the worst of the bitingly cold winds that somehow managed to find their way into the thick vegetation.
No dry wood had been found, so the fire they'd managed to start was pitifully inadequate and had only served to attract lots of annoying insects which appeared to find human blood a delightfully welcome changed from their regular diet. They'd eventually decided to put the fire out, but some of those bloody insects were still hanging around, trying their best to gorge themselves on human blood.
"At... At... At least you... Are wearing... More suitable clothes." Jura whimpered, curled up in a pitiful heap inside her blanket, shivering and trembling horribly.
"Next time, dress for the occasion." Hibiki advised the woman, only managing to keep the spite out of his voice because he felt sorry for her. She seemed to be even more miserable then he was and no bloody wonder either. Her skirt had two large slits in it, her top revealed her stomach and went down in the back as well, leaving her with a lot of bare skin.
"If... If I... Make... It... Through... The night..." she stuttered out with teeth clattering.
"Oh, for crying out loud! Get over here. But if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll never forgive you." Hibiki snapped and raised the top of the blanket, inviting her in. Jura stared in disbelief at him for a few moments, then hastily rolled out of the blanket and scurried right next to him, wrapping herself up in her blanket before he lowered his over her, pulling her up against his chest and wrapping his arms around her.
"T-t-t-th-t-thanks..." she managed to get out.
"Don't mention it. I mean, REALLY don't mention it! Ever." Hibiki muttered. "Sleeping with a woman... Man, if this gets out I'll never hear the end of it!"
"I'm... Cold... Rub me? P-p-please?" Jura requested and Hibiki sighed again, as he started rubbing her blanket-covered body with his hands and arms.
/Women, what pitiful creatures. To think, I once thought they were man-eating terrible monsters./ Hibiki thought. At least this one didn't seem all that intimidating at the moment, shivering and trembling in his arms.
"T-t-than-ks, Hibiki." Jura stuttered.
"This is another one of those things you'll never ever mention." Hibiki insisted.
"Okay." Jura agreed in a faint voice. "J-just k-k-ke-keep rubbin'." she implored him and he did so, hands and arms roaming all over her body. "Oh..." Jura suddenly exclaimed in a lower voice.
"What?" Hibiki asked.
"Nuthin'." Jura assured him, though her voice sounded a little odd. "A... A little l-lower." she requested and he did as she instructed, marvelling at the fact that these odd women were so deformed that they didn't even have penises. At least, none that he could feel at the moment and he was in the general area where one ought to be found if they had 'em. "Oh." she exclaimed. "Yeah, right there..."
"You're odd." Hibiki mumbled and yawned. "Nite..." he mumbled, but kept on rubbing Jura all the while until sleep claimed him.
Jura fell into silent contemplation as Hibiki stopped moving and eventually started snoring softly behind her. She was quite a ways from an orgasm, but the fact that he had managed to stimulate her was telling.
At first, she had thought that she would be too uncomfortable to ever enjoy the touch of a man. But it had felt surprisingly natural to be touched by Hibiki, even if it had started out as just a way to warm her up.
She had been uncomfortable as he rubbed her breasts, apparently not realizing that there was anything special about it. But she eventually managed to relax and even enjoy it a little bit before he moved onto her stomach. And when his hands finally dipped down low enough and slid over really sensitive territory, she'd really enjoyed it!
For a few minutes, she wondered what it'd be like to have sex with a man. At least this one had proved capable of pleasing her, though she wondered if she could do the same in return. After all, men had those weird hoses between their legs and she had no idea how to go about pleasing a man.
If she wanted to make Barnette, or indeed any other woman, feel good, then she knew how to go about it in a general way. Everybody was different and had their own particulars, but she was confident that she could make any woman feel good after a bit of experimentation.
But would a man enjoy the same things as a woman? Their breasts were so pitifully small, near-well inexistent. Did it feel good for them to have what little they had caressed? Was kissing pleasurable for men? Did they enjoy their thighs being caressed? Since they didn't have a vagina, did they have another pleasure centre instead? Was the weird hose involved somehow?
She decided to ask Hibiki when they got back if he wanted to have sex with her.
Getting him to agree to have a baby with her would be better, but now she'd become curious about having sex with a man as well.
She smiled as she imagined returning to Mejale and being given a hero's welcome.
The first woman ever to both have sex with a man and get pregnant by a man!
Yeah, she'd definitively try to have sex with Hibiki when they got back.
The End! ( For now... )