Bloody Roar III: Deception Strikes From Within

By Tiger5913

Sequel to Bloody Roar III: Reunited by Chance, a Reflection of the Past

Chapter 8

Crimson Memories, Crystalline Revelation (R-rated version)

Miniature bells chimed as the door was pushed open inwardly, and two teenagers stepped into the parlor, one with a black cloth bound over and hiding a pair of bewildered eyes. The companion let loose a cute giggle, then sauntered up to the counter, whispering the time of appointment to the person behind it, and the employee flipped through a schedule book, nodding the confirmation. The un-blindfolded protagonist guided her partner through the fancy beads strung down over the entrance like a curtain covering up a glassy window. Once inside, she reached her hand and took away the object that prevented her compatriot from seeing, and glanced at him expectantly for his reaction.

"Okay, just where are we…"

Curious brown pupils shifted to scan around the new room, spying thin straws of incense smoldering the air, the spicy aroma teasing his nostril senses. Vases of variously decorated flowers were set upon petite ivory-colored bureaus that occupied each corner, the sweet smell from the soft petals intertwining with the other contents of the environment. The beige-painted walls held no significance, but he caught sight of small twin white cots that sat in the middle of the area, and tilted his head albeit, wondering what the purpose of those were for. Before he could ask his question, it was answered when a male and female attendant approached them from behind, and quietly greeted the couple as they turned around.

"Good evening," the woman said with a warm smile gracing her lips, donning all-white attire of a short-sleeved shirt and comfortable jeans.

"Are the two of you ready for the massage?" Her co-worker inquired, wearing the same basic outfit as her, only with tan trousers instead. "You may get undressed in your respective restrooms; there are robes hanging on the door of the changing stalls, and you can leave your clothes inside until your session is over."

"Alright, thanks!" the seventeen-year-old flashed them a quick grin, then took a hold of her fiancé's arm, tugging him toward where he presumed their destination was. Apparently, it seemed to him as though she had been to the place before, well enough to know where the lavatory was located.

Just then, the realization clicked in his mind. "…This is a massage parlor?"

"Yup. Half massage parlor, half spa house." She replied, letting go of him when they were standing in a hallway that had two doors on each side opposite to the other.

He blinked. Massage…? Doesn't she remember our first time… "Oh. How long is our, uh, session?"

"We can stay here about up to twelve-thirty, or leave earlier if you want to." The youth regarded him quaintly. "You don't seem very enthused to be here…"

"No, no, it's not that," he shook his head faintly in denial. "I'm just…surprised." Does that mean she wants to…?

The corners of her mouth quirked up. "That was basically the idea."

"Heh," he swallowed albeit nervously, "W-Well I guess we should go get changed?"

She nodded in agreement; then called out as she pushed the tall wooden frame open and breezed inside, "See you back in the room!"

Tentatively wringing his hands together, the young man went into his own facility, going into the first stall he saw, and latching the door shut. A white cotton robe was indeed hanging from a hook near the top, adjacent to a full-length mirror, and he grabbed one of the soft sleeves, sniffing the freshly cleaned soapy smell. Glancing at his reflection, he first untied the twin red scarves around his throat - very few people knew that he wore two instead of just one - and set them on a little ledge jutting from the wall. He unhooked the brown leather belts stretching along each of his upper thighs, from his waistline to his knees, and his pale sun yellow ninja gi outfit went next; the male zoanthrope stripped that off and carefully placed it down next to his neckpieces.

Keeping his tabi footwear and necessary undergarments on, he took the robe from the hook, and slipped his arms through the holes, closing the two flaps together and securing it with a knot. Stepping out of the small changing stall, he pulled the door shut after him, and left the lavatory, making his way down the quiet hallways, instinctively inspecting everywhere, a useful habit he'd picked up from his earliest fighting days. His willowy cyan bangs conveniently fell over his forehead, shading his suspicious-appearing eyes as he proceeded back to the room where his fiancée and the two attendants were waiting.

The woman smiled. "Ready to begin, sir?"

He was a bit taken back by the formal title. "Uh, s-sure."

Her partner turned to the Kenpo student. "Miss, if you would please follow me to the room next door…"

The ninja instantly quirked an eyebrow. "You're going to a separate room, Uriko?"

The female worker spoke respectfully, "The sessions progress with just the masseuse and the client; double-rooming isn't permitted."

Uriko cast her companion a questioning look, while her eyes wordlessly asked him, "What's wrong?"

Shaking his head, he waved the discussion off with his hand. "Okay. Sorry, I was just wondering."

"That's alright."

"I'll be back later," the cat zoanthrope mouthed to him with a captivating wink as she followed the other man out of the current vicinity.

"Now sir, please lay down on the cot," the eighteen-year-old was instructed, and he obeyed, leaning his belly stomach against the mat, feeling the coarse, hard leather through the cotton material of his attire, his eyes staring ahead at the wall.

"Oh… ahem… sir…"

"Yeah?"

"You must disrobe…"

His cheeks flushed. This feels very embarrassing, somehow. Smiling at her uneasily, he slowly untied the knot, then shrugged the robe off from his shoulders, hanging onto and hugging it to his waist, then lied back down again.

She glanced at him queerly. "…Okay." Dismissing the matter, the laborer settled her palms upon his bare back, and noticed him cringe, then quickly recover his posture and relax. "Huh…" With that murmur, she began to massage his muscles, feeling him tense up more rather than the opposite.

"Leave me alone…" a voice replayed in his mind, coupled with the faint recollection of fingertips brushing against his abdomen… "Don't touch me, I don't want you to-!" He reflexively bit his lip, not wanting to say anything aloud.

The woman moved her hands in a circular motion about his shoulder blades, rubbing his skin in a comforting way, yet to him, he felt unpleasant.

"You know you want me…" a breathy whisper taunted seductively.

He squeezed his eyes shut, becoming rigid and stiff, while the bewildered masseuse paused briefly, then journeyed toward his lower body, near his behind.

"You want you want to back me up against the wall and ram into me like a fierce, hot, lustful animal…" His male part flinched at that.

"Noo…" he mumbled from his tightly pursed mouth; fortunately, the female worker didn't hear him utter the soft wail.

For a period of time, he was undisturbed by the dark thoughts, and loosened his muscles albeit, and she smiled, thinking that he was over his previous cold feet. Feeling relieved and somewhat confident, she started to draw his robe away from his waist and further down to reveal more of his flesh.

"No… I don't want to-"

"What's that? You don't want to fuck me?" A wicked, lecherous grin flashed inwardly as a hand reached past his pelvis and boldly squeezed his manhood. "That's fine, I'll just fuck you instead."

The dark-haired teenager realized the cool air breezing across his buttocks and sprung up, and then lashed at the masseuse as one fist clenched the edge of his robe almost protectively. "Gggah! Get away! Don't touch me!!"

"Ahhh!" she shrieked, his threatening tone of voice scaring her.

Whirling around, she darted out of the room fearfully, running into the one next door to her partner; he stopped when she arrived, and while she spoke to him in a hushed volume, Uriko raised her head, wondering what was disrupting the peace.

"M-my client, he lurched at me! I was afraid he was going to attack, so I ran over here!"

The feline's ears perked.

"Are you sure? He seemed perfectly harmless…"

"You don't think I'd know if someone was trying to attack me!!"

"Hey, excuse me," the teenager interrupted the two. "What's this about my fian-boyfriend, trying to attack you?"

Frightened eyes locked onto her chocolate brown pupils. "Miss, I swear everything I say is true! I was merely doing my job, and then he suddenly jumped up, and almost struck me with his hand!"

…That doesn't sound like him. "Can I go talk to him alone?"

"Oh miss, I wouldn't if I were you…"

She frowned in disagreement. "He wouldn't hurt me; I know him."

"B-be careful then…"

Fighting the urge to roll her eyes at that warning, the Kenpo student arose from her cot, gathering her robe together and stalked confidently out of the room, going in next door. Her long brown hair hanging over her shoulder in a braid, she brushed her bangs away from her forehead and approached her fiancé, who was lying very still on the mat, his back facing her. Suddenly feeling timid, she stepped toward him slowly, gripping her apparel tightly with her hands, wetting her dry lips with her tongue nervously.

"K-Kenji?" she said softly, reaching her hand out to his shoulder.

"I told her that I didn't want her to touch me… And I'm not comfortable with this person doing so, either…"

Her eyebrow quirked in confusion as she repeated, "…Either?"

Leisurely, Kenji began to sit up, shifting around to look at his companion with intensive, haunted irises, filled with a sliver of pain. "I remember, in Xion's group… when I just turned seventeen, this… this girl…"

"A girl?" Her mouth compressed to narrow into a thin line, and she sat down next to him, loosely encircling his waist with her arm. "What'd she do?"

"She… bothered me constantly, for almost a year," he told her. "At first, it didn't seem very serious, sometimes she'd give me a neck massage after everyone finished training and fighting outside, or ask me to take her for a walk at night, when the others were asleep…"

A knot of annoyance formed in Uriko's stomach. "Go on…"

"Don't be mad at me," he pleaded quietly, "I didn't have any real feelings for her-"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not mad at you!" She assured him with a weak smile. Just that stupid little… "Continue."

He nodded. "Well, this one afternoon, she brought me a drink before giving me neck massages; I hadn't thought anything of it at the time, so I just drank it without any precaution. Later that day, I felt tired more earlier than usual, and went to bed after getting a scolding from Xion for being a 'lazy, worthless bum'."

Xion… Cold-hearted bastard… "Did you get sick from her drink or something?"

"In a way…" he replied wryly.

"…What do you mean?"

"Everything was blurry, and I was just so groggy that I fell asleep real easily, but then was woken up late that night when someone turned me over on my stomach and started massaging my back. You know me, I think I told you before that I usually don't wear shirts when I go to sleep, unless it's winter, or I'm staying at someone else's house as a guest."

"Yeah," she agreed, remembering that he'd modestly worn a shirt on the nights that he'd slept at her house a month ago when her mother was away visiting a friend. But playing as a mysterious phantom lover in his sleep, she had soon gotten his upper attire off, as well as everything else he'd donned on his third and last evening…

"I… I felt someone touching me…" he mumbled, ducking his head, abashed. "I remembering trying to roll over and I kept pushing the hands away, but the damn things would just come back again… it was like some kind of curse…"

"That girl was the one touching you." The feline zoanthrope stated bluntly.

"I didn't find that out until several nights later," he told her, seeming disgusted at himself. "I didn't drink whatever it was that she gave me one day, and that night, I was alert, so I kept careful watch after everyone went to sleep, waiting for whoever the person was to show up.

"Finally, just as I was getting bored, a shadow approached me, and leaned down close to my face - I could feel her breath against my cheek. When she spoke, I recognized her voice, and I shot up from my bed and confronted her. She didn't take me very seriously, saying that I was being too stiff, and should loosen up, have a little so-called 'fun' to relax."

"Seems like she has too much fun…" the auburn-haired teenager grumbled under her breath.

"What?"

"N-nothing."

He peered at her curiously. "Anyway, I flat out told her that I wasn't interested in people who act like sluts, flaunting themselves shamelessly, but somehow, she didn't seem to get the hint, or didn't want to."

"How so?"

"......" His eyes stayed trained on the ground.

"Kenji…" she placed her hand onto his back and started to gently rub him comfortingly.

"I still get the shivers even now, when I think about it…" he mumbled. "She… uh… g-grabbed me."

Uriko's brows twisted into a look of slight bafflement. "Grabbed you? Where-" The realization struck her and her expression turned sour. "…Ohh." That…that rotten tramp…

He quivered albeit. "See what I mean? I was shaken up by almost all sexual activities after that - not as much, but even with you - because she made me feel so… filthy, by doing those things to me back then."

"I never knew…" his fiancée murmured softly, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

"Sorry I didn't tell you till now," he apologized with a sad half-smile.

"Oh, don't be," she assured him, playfully ruffling through his hair with her fingers. "But, you know… you scared the hell out of that lady who was giving you a massage. She thinks you were trying to attack her."

"Great," he said sarcastically, frowning at his earlier behavior. "Are we going to be kicked out now or something…?"

"No, no…" she shook her head. "As long as you don't suddenly morph and start rampaging around the place, I think we can stay here." She grinned, then she became sober. "Hey… how about I finish the massage instead? Would you be okay with that?"

Kenji raised an eyebrow. "But what about you? I don't want to be selfish."

She shrugged. "You need the relief from stress more than I do. With… well, never mind."

He knew what she had been about to say. "I… I guess so then. If it's really alright with you, that is."

"Please, don't worry about me!" She giggled. "Let me go tell those two attendants, then I'll come back, okay?"

He nodded, and absentmindedly started picking at his sleeve after she left the room, awaiting her return. Heaving a shaky sigh, he lied down onto the cot with the robe hugged tightly to his hips, sliding his eyelids to a close as a ghostly, lustful smile flickered in his mind, and he grimaced. Folding his arms together, he rested his head into the junction, hearing prodding footsteps getting closer, then out of the corner of his eye he caught the sight of his companion standing in the doorway of the quarters.

"Hi, I told 'em," she greeted. "They're okay with it. Actually, I think they're more glad to get a free, easy night than anything else, hehe."

"Heh…"

"Well, let's get started," the Kenpo student flashed him a comforting grin and bound over to his side, bending down to quickly kiss his cheek. "You can ditch the stress now, birthday boy."

I hope so… He willed himself to relax, and the feline zoanthrope dragged a stool chair to her so that she could sit, and placed her hands on his back. Noticing his somewhat gesture of modesty, she just glanced at him fondly, not commenting, and began to knead his muscles. Unintentionally, he tensed up albeit, and noticing it, she ran her fingers lightly over his skin, teasing him and bringing out a barely audible laugh. Squeezing the biceps of his arm, Uriko descended her upper body, laying her head on his waistline, feeling him jolt a bit in surprise as she trailed circles upon his bare flesh with the tips of her nails.

While the strands of her long tress tickled him, she massaged the area around his neck, briefly going to cup his cheek with her palm before shifting to his shoulders. His breathing, although calm, was beginning to quicken ever so slightly, and her sensitive hearing picked acknowledged it; with a small smile, the female youth nuzzled her nose into the shallow crevice of his back. Tracing a single finger along the curve of his spine, she turned her face a little ways to press her lips against his skin, then feeling albeit bolder, allowed her tongue to slip out and moistly lick him.

Shivering at that sensation, the cyan-haired ninja slowly turned his form over so that his significant other now had her head on his belly. His pupils darkened as he silently met her eyes with his, and wordlessly, he arose from his lying position while she did so as well, then leaned over and gently kissed her. His hand smoothly slid up her arm, brushing the whispery cotton material of her robe, identical to his, stopping when he reached her throat. Caressing her tantalizingly, he parted her lips with his tongue and slipped inside, feeling her sharp intake of breath, and started playing with the collar of her attire.

Meanwhile, the seventeen-year-old agilely pushed the article of clothing aside as her hands snaked down to hug his hips, her nails slightly digging into his naked flesh. His quickened pace of breathing fanned against her cheek when he broke off the kiss and nuzzled her neck with his hair, gently biting her tender skin, hearing her gasp. Persistently, he nipped her with his teeth, slowly brushing her robe away from her shoulders, revealing and exposing more of her supple figure, discovering that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Holding her around the waist, he nudged the folds of her apparel open with the tip of his nose, traveling down, his bangs tickling her throat when he reached the valley between her breasts.

"Kenji…" she moaned, weakly raising her hand up, placing on his chest to stop him. "Not here…"

"Not enough privacy…?" he inquired, kissing her chin, then her lips.

"Yeah…" came her breathless answer as she leaned back enough to forge eye contact with him. "And… and besides, you haven't even tried the Jacuzzi here yet."

"…What exactly are those things?"

"Hmm, you definitely need to try that out then," she displayed a small grin, and stood up, holding together the folds of her robe with one hand and grasping his wrist with the other. "Come on, let's go right now."

"Okay…" he shrugged, following her lead as she walked out of the room, strolling down the corridor and a few minutes later, met an intersection with two doors, like the bathroom area before. "…Why are there two doors?"

She laughed softly. "'Cause one's for guys to change, and the other is for girls, before they go into the spa room. You can't exactly sit in a Jacuzzi in your regular clothes."

His cheeks flushed deeply. "S-so you have to be…?"

"…What, naked?" she giggled nervously. "Not unless you're planning to skinny-dip… For a Jacuzzi, you just have to dress into swim wear, or I guess in our case, we have to stay in our underwear, since I didn't bring trunks or a suit…"

"I see…" he coughed. "Well… I-I'll get rid of my robe and join you inside, I guess."

Her expression turned thoughtful. "You really don't have to do this if you don't want to; I'm not gonna force you."

"N-No, it's okay, really," he said unconvincingly. "See you at the Jacuzzi." Kenji whisked his way into the changing room before she could say anything.

"I don't want to force him…" she sighed, shaking her head.

*****

"…So this is a Jacuzzi."

Clad in nothing but boxers in the pin-drop quiet environment, the ninja shivered from the cold, rubbing his hands together as he stared at the small bubbling pool before him. The warm, crystalline clear water gurgled and hissed when he stuck his feet in, sinking into submission as he sat down onto a step. He welcomed the tepid embrace of the liquid seeping around him, and sighed blissfully, descending toward the bottom, leaning his head back against the railing. He could feel goosebumps trickling up and down his arms as he sat there and waited for Uriko to come, not noticing the protagonist silently approaching him from behind, and the light brown eyes that watched him. A soundless splash was made as a slender figure slithered into the Jacuzzi, sliding over next to his body, arms curling around his waist, lips brushing against his cheek.

"!" His eyes shot open, and he glanced to his side, gazing into the doe-like face of his significant other.

"I locked the door…" she told him, looking down shyly.

His expression was curious. "Won't they get mad?"

"We-ll… not unless they don't find out…"

"That… that's good then…" he whispered, his cheeks flushing deeply as he buried his face into her baby-soft hair. Pressing her against the cool wall surrounding the pool with his form, the hard muscles of his bare chest meeting her soft breasts, she soon felt him insistently on her thigh.

"O-oh…" she murmured in understanding, slinging her arms over his shoulders, and encircling his neck; their lips met in a hot, breathy kiss.

The warm water seeped into their clothing with ease, soaking through the flimsy barrier and coming into contact with bared flesh. Uriko lolled her head back when her fiancé began to insistently ravish her neck, letting the long auburn strands of her hair fall into the pool. Lips passionately teased her while gentle coarse palms ran down the sides of her body, lean thighs rubbed against her legs, barely touching the secret place tucked in her feminine folds.

Purring softly, her throat rumbled, vibrating against his cheek, and he smiled sweetly, seductively, licking her shivering, moist skin as he trailed a path to her chest. Tilting his face up, the ninja kissed her heatedly while he timidly placed his hands on both of her breasts, stealing a breathy moan from her. Chuckling softly, he caressed her, feeling the nipples grow hard, and he lightly pinched them, making her whimper and squirm in pleasure.

Mewling, the feline zoanthrope leaned foreword against him more closely, and dug her nails into his skin as his tongue entangled and flirted with hers. He unconsciously began sliding down, becoming more enveloped in the water, and when the warm liquid stung his chin, he jolted in reflex. Shaking himself out of his passion-dazed state, Kenji slowly started to sit up, securely holding the young woman to him as he did so.

"The pool probably isn't the best place…" he mumbled, sounding groggy and hazy with desire.

"You taste salty," she told him with a cute giggle. "You should take a shower."

"Hm, well, I would have after I finished training, but someone around here stole me away before I could get back to the apartment…" he said with a teasing grin.

"Oh, you-!" She gently slugged his arm, smiling back. "You're so ungrateful, mole-boy."

He feigned shock. "It took you this long to find that out?"

Uriko leaned over and kissed his nose. "Here's a perfect chance for you to shower then. What better place for a stall or a tub to be is there than a spa house?"

"Maybe…" He blinked, willing his eyes to focus, and he scanned the area, suddenly catching sight of a large open stall on the other side of the premises. "Hey… you may be right…"

"Huh?"

"And of course," his expression was wicked. "You're coming with me, Riko."

With that decision, the eighteen-year-old tucked one arm under the instep of her legs, the other supporting her neck, and arose from the pool. She yelped in surprise as he carried her across the room, setting her down when he reached the stall and stepped inside the dimly lit place.

When he was satisfied, he turned and looked at her, his eyes timid. "W-would you like to join me?"

She nodded slowly, blushing; smiling shakily, Kenji extended his hand, and when she grasped it, he led her inside, pulling her closely to him in an intimate embrace, letting her feel his male part through the thin barrier of their undergarments…

*****

Hours later, at the dead of night, the couple left the parlor, fully dressed and strolling down the sidewalk hand-in-hand, smiling at each other before heading back toward their apartment complex.

Unknown to them, jealous eyes eerily watched the two figures, trailing their movement, and a rustle silently disturbed the peaceful environment as the observer whisked away in a stealthy whisper.

End Of Chapter 8