/2024/

Michiyo Kagemori felt weak, as if his soul was sucked out. He was in Michiru Kagemori's (his older sister) apartment with Nina Flip. Michiyo grasped the bed sheet as he felt a thick fluid surging out of his body. He panted heavily, with tears flowing down his face. Nina looked into his eyes, "How did I do?" Michiyo smiled gently, "You did amazing... you're mouth won't be the only thing full right now... Get out, Michiru will be here in 17 minutes. Go wash your mouth, I have some mouthwash. And wipe off the lip gloss, it's ruined now... I'll make sure to ruin it some more next time..." he seductively suggested. His face was cute and feminine, his eyes were a burning amber, and his hair black as obsidian. His skin was pale and his body rather slim, almost like a doll. His soft hands grasped the sheets again as Nina creeped up his upper body. Their eyes were finally level, with Nina lowering her hand, "I can drain you some more before I wash my hands." Michiyo winced, "Please, no..." Michiyo's face, in Nina's eyes, looked like a puppy. He felt like he was going to pass out until he heard a knock on the front door, "Nina, just put your clothes back on!" Michiyo got up and put on a pair of shorts and a white T-shirt. Nina put on her White skirt, blue shirt, and white blazer. Nina went to the bathroom and Michiyo tried went to the living room. The bed was actually messy from what happened. Michiyo Kagemori then rushed as Michiru came in, "Michiyo, I'm home!"

"Hi Michiru! How was work?"

"Ah, one of my colleagues groped me at the coffee station." Michiru sighed, talking off her black trench coat. Michiyo walked back into Michiru's room to inspect it. There were no fresh or crusty stains, and he didn't ruin it due to his lithe body. Nina got out, and saw Michiru. They hugged each other, but Michiru was rather groggy. Michiru went to the bedroom to sleep, and Nina took a tiny bottle from her blazer. She applied the same lipgloss she always wore, just to avoid suspicion of sleeping with a boy. Michiyo blushed heavily, "Please, can't we at least..."

"Nonononono, my dad will kill me, or you in that case!" Nina protested.

/Five days later/

"I feel great..." a Michiyo Kagemori thought as he walked to school. It was the first day, and he was super elegant. He was wearing a white dress shirt, skintight navy blue chinos, and brown cowboy boots with Cuban heels. His heels clicked rather womanly, and his posture straight, and his breath steady. His outfit highlighted his waifish, and slightly feminine body. He held his brown leather case against his torso. His eyes were gently closed, just seeing a small walking bridge up ahead. Suddenly, he felt his shirt collar tugged and felt himself pulled towards soil. He opened his eyes and saw a rough, rocky slope. Three young men wearing black leather motorcycle jackets, blue jeans, and heavily brylcreemed hair cornered him. One of them had Dark brown hair and blue eyes, "Alright, Kagemori, I loaned ya ¥667 yen! I said I needed it by the first day!" Michiyo had given the now-18-year-old Nina the yen to preform sexual favors for him, and he only cared about pleasure rather than paying back money, "I'll give it back to you tomorrow! Let me go to school!" he whined.

"He's lying!" the leader yelled, "He's a lying fucking sack of Tranny faggot shit!" he yelled as another punched Michiyo in the stomach and threw him down. Michiyo scraped on the rocks and fell into the whale river. A Cuban heel was torn right off. The third took Michiyo's briefcase and took out a Zippo lighter. They were burning it when another boy ran into them, "Hey! I saw that!!!"

"Hey, is that one of your fairy friends?" the leader shoved his hands into his front pockets, "Humans are stronger than any species, not gay fucktards--"

"He was a human too!" the boy yelled. He rushed as he saw a glimpse of his head. He jumped in the water and swam towards Michiyo. Thankfully, his frail-looking body was light enough to be carried out of the river.

/2 days later/

Michiyo Kagemori woke up and saw Michiru Kagemori, Shirou Ogami, and someone else, "Where... where am I?" "Oh, thank Christ you're alive! Who threw you in the river?" Michiru begged. "This kid saved your life and told me everything..." Shirou answered, "I'm going to find them." he said, dramatically. "I'm dealing with them, myself." the 'kid' in question said. Michiyo turned his head to the right. There standing in front of him was an odd-looking boy. He was nowhere near 5'9', but he was rather 5'7" overall. The set contained a 5'4" boy weighing at 200 pounds wearing a white T-shirt, blue baggy work slacks, a black garrison belt, and a poly-satin navy blue letterman jacket with red dual stripes on the ribbing. He wore navy blue, almost black ankle boots with Cuban heels raising him to 1 inch and 3/4. His black hair was slicked off back on the sides and a small pompadour raised to 1-inch-and-a-quarter. His dark skin was slightly dry, and his hair was topped off with a red highlight. He looked at Shirou, "Those bastards trashed my grandpa's car yesterday. They stole about whatever is equal to 20-dollas in the states, and smashed his legs with a baseball bat. They sold whatever was left of that dodge to the junkyard where they hang out for extras." "You can't come with me, it will be interference with police work if you do." Shirou firmly said. "Michiyo's the victim here, "Michiru pleaded, "And Ryugasaki Ryujin, 72 , had just been hospitalized yesterday. Can't either one have a say in this?" Shirou looked at Michiyo, and then Ryuga Matoi, the boy in the blue jacket, "I'll allow it, but I'll be outside if you're struggling."

/Later that day/

Ryuga hopped out of Michiru's car and walked in the Anima-City Dodger yard. Michiru herself walked behind him, with her high-heeled boots steady. She was rather short at 18, but at 21, she towered over Ryuga. The boy yelled, "Hey, assholes! I'm here with Michiyo Kagemori, and he has more cash for youse!" Michiru shuddered, "Ryuga, you could've just--"

"Oh look who decided to come. Well, what do you want, fatass?" the leader came over. Vance Roberts, Vinnie, and David. Vinnie had brylcreemed hair, albeit blonde and curly at the back. David Martinez had black hair slicked back and looked as if it was dirty. Ryuga shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, "Shirou Ogami told me this is where you hang out with your pet apes. I heard you beat the shit out of Michiyo and my grandpa."

"Fuck off, and fuck you, Jabba the Hutt." Vinnie shoved him back. Ryuga got up and punched him back right in that face. A few more ran to him with chains, blades, and clubs. Ryuga felt his left hip get whacked with a bat and a chain on the back of his head and a blade stabbing his right arm. Michiru saw some more running towards the scene and kicked and punched them multiple times. Her black hair was now blue with black tips, her pale skin brown fur with a mask over her eyes, and had a rather fluffy tail. She was about to pull a few off Ryuga, and suddenly, a huge burst of blue fire exploded out of Ryuga. The fire turned to smoke, and the smoke revealed a strange animal. He had a long, flat head with a rounded snout, scaly skin, his legs slightly more bowed, and a rather muscular tail. He gained shark teeth and a long, forked tongue. Michiru was astonished, "He's like a dragon!" she thought, "Does this improve fighting performance, though?"

Ryuga swung his tail, crushing one of their ribs. He swung and obliterated another's mouth. He grabbed another's fist and broke it. He stopped when he heard a, "Ryuga! That's enough! No more!" Michiru pulled him back, "The police are on their way. Just get the hell out of here!"

"I see you let loose in the battlefield. Takes me back to during Vietnam after being drafted in '70." Ryuga's maternal grandfather smiled in the hospital. He was an elderly man who surprisingly aged well somehow as Michiru would tell you. He was tall and broad with a full head of long black hair, blue eyes, and a pair of dark glasses. He then looked at Michiru, "Let a man do his own fighting next time."