"Hm...do I dare?" Kitsurubami thought to herself as she eyed
Amarao's empty chair. She felt slightly disloyal about the thought that
was slowly crawling from the back of her mind to the front. It was true,
there was no evidence that proved Amarao was dead. But he had been missing
for well over 24 hours. And if Amarao was gone...
"Commander Kitsurubami...has a nice ring to it." She smirked as she thought this, and finally decided that just a few minutes in the boss' chair would not hurt. She edged her way into it, as if the chair was somehow going to come to life and bite her. But, once she leaned back into it, a satisfied smile spread across her face. She allowed herself to slouch, her back sliding down against the back of the chair. She propped her feet up onto Amarao's desk. She laced her hands behind her head, and gave a long, deep sigh.
"Ah, its good to be the chief" she thought aloud. She closed her eyes, and pretended that she had a junior version of herself attending to her every whim. Her daydream was interrupted soon by a faint buzzing sound, like the flight of an insect. At first it started softly, but slowly rose, and rose, and rose, till she could swear it was the sound of something growing closer...
Before she could rise to see what it was, the wall next to her exploded, sending chunks of plaster and wood flying in all directs. The force of the explosion threw her back down into the chair, and when she opened her eyes she found that there was a smoking motorcycle sitting in the center of the office, and seated on it was the same lunatic who had overturned her van the day before.
"I've got no more use for this guy" he grunted, and with that he tossed the squirming form of Amarao onto Kitsurubami, knocking the both of them over in the chair, sending them sprawling on the floor, tangled in each other's limbs. Jakun revved his bike, spun around, tearing up the carpet as he went, and left through the hole he had used to make his entrance.
Kitsurubami freed herself from the mess of squirming limbs. Once she had straightened herself up, she took in the scene before her. Her boss looked absolutely horrible, clothed only in his boxer shorts, which (she restrained a snort of amusement) had small hearts printed on them. A pair of large, blood soaked bandages were taped above his eyes, covering the large eyebrows that had caused her so much consternation before. Thin lines of spittle trailed out from under the duct tape that covered his mouth. It mingled with the tears that poured down his face from his eyes.
"My God, administrator Amarao, are you all right? What did he do to you?" she tore the duct tape from his mouth, and he gave a shout of pain as some skin from his lips went with it. He then curled up into a ball, sucking his thumb as we wept. Kitsurubami tore her cellular phone from its place on her hip and shouted into it. "Get me a medical team in Amarao's office, on the double!" She then knelt down over her wounded boss, trying to get a measure of his injuries.
"My eyebrows..." Amarao moaned "He took my eyebrows..."
"You could have been a little nicer to Eri, you know" Naota said as he made his way over to the refrigerator. He opened it and grabbed the orange juice. As he put the open tab to his mouth, he heard Haruko's reply.
"Why should I have been? She was making eyes at you. FROM THE CARTON? THAT'S DISGUSTING!" Naota felt Haruko's spoon slap hard into the back of his head, and he yelped from the impact of the hit. She still had a vicious throwing arm.
"She was not" he said as he rubbed the back of his head. He sat down opposite her, and she gazed at him over her bowl of cereal.
"She was so! The nerve of her, trying to make moves on my man."
"I am not 'your man'!" Naota shouted. He wasn't sure why that upset him.
"Yes you are. You said you loved me, remember?"
"Haruko..." he groaned and leaned back into his seat, rubbing his temples. "That was a long time ago. I'm not a little kid anymore. Everything has changed..."
"It doesn't have to." He opened his eyes to find Haruko standing before him. She was dressed in an ill fitting nightie that stopped just above her thighs, only just covering her. She sat down on his lap, straddling him, and rested her arms on his shoulders. She leaned her face in close to his. "It can still be the way you wanted it to be, Takun..." she whispered seductively as she pushed her body gently against his. Naota gulped and felt his masculine instincts taking over. Her nibbled lightly on his earlobe as he struggled for something to say. She slowly moved one hand down and placed it over his groin. Her eyes widened for a moment. "Wow..." she said as she worked up a sly grin, "you really have grown!"
Naota's face flushed a deep crimson. He stood up, dumping Haruko onto the floor. She looked up at him, confused, as if she had done nothing.
"Just cut it out Haruko...leave me alone..." he said as he turned to walk away. He made his way to the door, opened it, and knelt down to retrieve his morning newspaper. Instead, he found himself face to face with a pair of firm ankles, that led up the rather shapely legs to Mamimi.
"Hey, no peeking up my skirt, Naota!" she said, giggling a little as he stood up.
"Heh, sorry..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Here's your paper" she said, handing the rolled up newspaper to him. He tucked it under his arm and addressed her with a gentle smile.
"So, what brings you here a this time of the day?"
"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood. I thought you might like some company for...Naota, please tell me that's not your bra..."
Naota felt his body go stiff as a two by four. He slowly craned his neck to look over his shoulder, and saw what Mamiri did; Haruko's size D cup bra lying on the floor next to the bedroom door.m
"Um...Mamiri...I can explain..." he started to say when Haruko's voice broke in from the kitchen.
"Takuuun, come back inside, I'm going to get all lonely in here!" Naota's face drew taught, while Mamiri's formed into a look of playful amusement.
"Oh, I see" she said with a giggle, "Sorry to interrupt. I'll stop in some other time." Naota stood, totally dumbstruck, trying his best to find something to say. He remained standing in the open door for a moment after Mamiri left. He was still struggling for words when Haruko's arms wrapped around him from behind.
"So, who were you talking to?" When Naota gave her that stunned look, she shrank back a little. "What?"
"Aw man, they're closed" Gaku scowled as they passed the Nandaba family bakery. "I was really in the mood for a cookie."
"Funny. They're normally open this time of day..." Masashi said with a shrug. They contemplated it for a moment before moving in.
Inside the bakery, the yellow eyes of Jakun narrowed as he watched the two wander off. After a moment of silence, he nodded in approval of no one else coming by. He then knelt down behind the bakery counter. Nandaba Kamon was laying on the floor. His ankles had been bound together with duct tape, and his hands had been tied behind his back. There was another piece of duct tape covering his mouth, muffling his cries for help. There was a dark stain on the front of his pants from where his bladder had let go the moment this walking nightmare had touched him.
"Now then..." Jakun hissed as he bent down over Kamon. "Where do I find these special people? Where do I find Ninamori Eri, and Samejimi Mamimi?"
"Commander Kitsurubami...has a nice ring to it." She smirked as she thought this, and finally decided that just a few minutes in the boss' chair would not hurt. She edged her way into it, as if the chair was somehow going to come to life and bite her. But, once she leaned back into it, a satisfied smile spread across her face. She allowed herself to slouch, her back sliding down against the back of the chair. She propped her feet up onto Amarao's desk. She laced her hands behind her head, and gave a long, deep sigh.
"Ah, its good to be the chief" she thought aloud. She closed her eyes, and pretended that she had a junior version of herself attending to her every whim. Her daydream was interrupted soon by a faint buzzing sound, like the flight of an insect. At first it started softly, but slowly rose, and rose, and rose, till she could swear it was the sound of something growing closer...
Before she could rise to see what it was, the wall next to her exploded, sending chunks of plaster and wood flying in all directs. The force of the explosion threw her back down into the chair, and when she opened her eyes she found that there was a smoking motorcycle sitting in the center of the office, and seated on it was the same lunatic who had overturned her van the day before.
"I've got no more use for this guy" he grunted, and with that he tossed the squirming form of Amarao onto Kitsurubami, knocking the both of them over in the chair, sending them sprawling on the floor, tangled in each other's limbs. Jakun revved his bike, spun around, tearing up the carpet as he went, and left through the hole he had used to make his entrance.
Kitsurubami freed herself from the mess of squirming limbs. Once she had straightened herself up, she took in the scene before her. Her boss looked absolutely horrible, clothed only in his boxer shorts, which (she restrained a snort of amusement) had small hearts printed on them. A pair of large, blood soaked bandages were taped above his eyes, covering the large eyebrows that had caused her so much consternation before. Thin lines of spittle trailed out from under the duct tape that covered his mouth. It mingled with the tears that poured down his face from his eyes.
"My God, administrator Amarao, are you all right? What did he do to you?" she tore the duct tape from his mouth, and he gave a shout of pain as some skin from his lips went with it. He then curled up into a ball, sucking his thumb as we wept. Kitsurubami tore her cellular phone from its place on her hip and shouted into it. "Get me a medical team in Amarao's office, on the double!" She then knelt down over her wounded boss, trying to get a measure of his injuries.
"My eyebrows..." Amarao moaned "He took my eyebrows..."
"You could have been a little nicer to Eri, you know" Naota said as he made his way over to the refrigerator. He opened it and grabbed the orange juice. As he put the open tab to his mouth, he heard Haruko's reply.
"Why should I have been? She was making eyes at you. FROM THE CARTON? THAT'S DISGUSTING!" Naota felt Haruko's spoon slap hard into the back of his head, and he yelped from the impact of the hit. She still had a vicious throwing arm.
"She was not" he said as he rubbed the back of his head. He sat down opposite her, and she gazed at him over her bowl of cereal.
"She was so! The nerve of her, trying to make moves on my man."
"I am not 'your man'!" Naota shouted. He wasn't sure why that upset him.
"Yes you are. You said you loved me, remember?"
"Haruko..." he groaned and leaned back into his seat, rubbing his temples. "That was a long time ago. I'm not a little kid anymore. Everything has changed..."
"It doesn't have to." He opened his eyes to find Haruko standing before him. She was dressed in an ill fitting nightie that stopped just above her thighs, only just covering her. She sat down on his lap, straddling him, and rested her arms on his shoulders. She leaned her face in close to his. "It can still be the way you wanted it to be, Takun..." she whispered seductively as she pushed her body gently against his. Naota gulped and felt his masculine instincts taking over. Her nibbled lightly on his earlobe as he struggled for something to say. She slowly moved one hand down and placed it over his groin. Her eyes widened for a moment. "Wow..." she said as she worked up a sly grin, "you really have grown!"
Naota's face flushed a deep crimson. He stood up, dumping Haruko onto the floor. She looked up at him, confused, as if she had done nothing.
"Just cut it out Haruko...leave me alone..." he said as he turned to walk away. He made his way to the door, opened it, and knelt down to retrieve his morning newspaper. Instead, he found himself face to face with a pair of firm ankles, that led up the rather shapely legs to Mamimi.
"Hey, no peeking up my skirt, Naota!" she said, giggling a little as he stood up.
"Heh, sorry..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Here's your paper" she said, handing the rolled up newspaper to him. He tucked it under his arm and addressed her with a gentle smile.
"So, what brings you here a this time of the day?"
"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood. I thought you might like some company for...Naota, please tell me that's not your bra..."
Naota felt his body go stiff as a two by four. He slowly craned his neck to look over his shoulder, and saw what Mamiri did; Haruko's size D cup bra lying on the floor next to the bedroom door.m
"Um...Mamiri...I can explain..." he started to say when Haruko's voice broke in from the kitchen.
"Takuuun, come back inside, I'm going to get all lonely in here!" Naota's face drew taught, while Mamiri's formed into a look of playful amusement.
"Oh, I see" she said with a giggle, "Sorry to interrupt. I'll stop in some other time." Naota stood, totally dumbstruck, trying his best to find something to say. He remained standing in the open door for a moment after Mamiri left. He was still struggling for words when Haruko's arms wrapped around him from behind.
"So, who were you talking to?" When Naota gave her that stunned look, she shrank back a little. "What?"
"Aw man, they're closed" Gaku scowled as they passed the Nandaba family bakery. "I was really in the mood for a cookie."
"Funny. They're normally open this time of day..." Masashi said with a shrug. They contemplated it for a moment before moving in.
Inside the bakery, the yellow eyes of Jakun narrowed as he watched the two wander off. After a moment of silence, he nodded in approval of no one else coming by. He then knelt down behind the bakery counter. Nandaba Kamon was laying on the floor. His ankles had been bound together with duct tape, and his hands had been tied behind his back. There was another piece of duct tape covering his mouth, muffling his cries for help. There was a dark stain on the front of his pants from where his bladder had let go the moment this walking nightmare had touched him.
"Now then..." Jakun hissed as he bent down over Kamon. "Where do I find these special people? Where do I find Ninamori Eri, and Samejimi Mamimi?"
