As I think should be painfully obvious by now, Past me is a liar. But here it is, for better or worse. The fourth chapter in this silly little tale and we finally get our first look at zombies as well as the first actual chapter instead of prologue setting up why Takashi's a student of Master Roshi/ his training. Which a normal person would have likely only devoted a couple of paragraphs too but I'd be the first to admit I'm not normal. XD
Regardless I hope you enjoy this. And I want to apologize again for the delay as well as the lack of sexy time in this chapter.
"We didn't really see it coming. We were all so naive…going about our day worried about schoolwork or if a girl liked you or not. We didn't realize this world we knew, everyone and everything we'd ever loved, could be taken from us in an instant. But we were about to learn…" Kazu Ishii.
"Are you sure Napoleon owned this?" The diminutive Commander Red asked.
Holding up a gold embroidered hand mirror staring at the reflection of the red and gold crown he wore. Rather fondly liking the regal air it bestowed upon his appearance. Sitting behind his lavish and imposing desk in his office headquarters. A giant screen dominating the wall behind him, recently installed. Able, at the press of a button, to call up a picture of the entire world with every discovered dragonball displayed across it. Needing only for Silver to retrieve and bring them back to him. And then he'd finally have his fondest wish.
The thought at the forefront of his mind as he looked at the beguiling woman across from him leaning forward against his desk. Something he'd normally have objected too if it wasn't for the perfect window into her tanned cleavage bubbling up from the tank top she wore it offered.
"Why of course. As well as Alexander the Great and Julius Cesare. Passed down from history's greatest leader to the next. And it seems to have chosen a successor." Desiree said.
The woman an Arabian beauty. Long, jet-black, silky hair falling down past her shoulders. Dark hair artistically falling over one eye hiding half her face. Wearing a miniscule, blue tank top cut short to show off her navel. A thin strap sliding down her shoulder causing more of her expansive boob-flesh to seep out. Hint of her dusky hued areola peeking out from beneath the clingy fabric.
A well-filled, tight ass arching behind her as she leaned across the Commander's desk. Her long, supple legs completely visible in the black shorts which looked nearly painted on her. Looking more like she should have been swinging from around a pole than an archeologist. Something frequently used to the woman's advantage.
Currently marveling at how right Hasky was with Red being a soft touch. Watching the diminutive, little man fawn over the dime store copy she'd picked up from some swindle merchant.
Hearing that Red craggy, hard looking face split into an even larger grin as reached excitedly for a drawer in his desk. Containing, besides a loaded .45 automatic and a copy of PlayDragon, stacks of money still tightly wrapped with the bank bands around them. Quickly shoving a small pile of them over towards Desiree as he fawned over his latest purchase to his already extensive collection. Not even bothering to ask for the price just pushing across far more than she could have hoped to ask for the trinket.
"Your highness is too kind." She replied scooping up the money with a small bow of her head, stifling a laugh.
Stuffing the money into a satchel bag kept beside her chair already bulging with loot from his earlier purchases. A slightly cracked, green-tinted fishbowl she'd told him was an artifact excavated from Central America called the "Loc-Nar" and a rusted out gold looking "helmet of Nabu". Both of which now sat as prized additions among the statues and portraits decorating the spacious office.
"I am, aren't I? Unfortunately so few people have the perception to see that." Red said at once impressed at her wisdom far beyond her years as well as her beauty.
A very potent mixture as far as he was concerned. Desiree nodding, pretending to listen, as she flashed him a coy, winking smile. Causing Red to blush as he noticed, his eyes drawn to her heaving chest. Watching them rise as she bent adding the money to the growing satchel next to her on the floor. The deliberately thin material of her top stretching nearly translucent against her large, tanned globes pushing to be free. Material sinking pushing her tits further upwards as it squeezed them. His eyes lingering on the two hard point poking outward from the center of each breast.
The redness in his face increasing making a nervous swallow as she moved, adjusting something inside of her bag. Her two, soft coconuts jostling, wrestling underneath the sheer fabric of her top.
Once more happy he'd decided to make time for her in his busy schedule. But that's what a talented leader did. Delegate the less important tasks to those individuals they were more suited for.
"Sir?"
It was Black's always orderly and soft spoken voice interrupting. Coming from the intercom on the Commander's desk. The slightest urgency in the second most powerful man in Red Ribbon voice he always had when clamoring for Red's attention.
"If I could have a moment of your time it appears we have something of a situation."
Desiree looking at the commander as she rose back up. Fearful her audience was about to be cut short. Red attempting a reassuring smile before frowning, pressing the intercom's button with a thick finger.
"Whatever it is will have to wait, Black. I am busy at the moment. Very busy." Red said balancing his crown with one hand.
"I know sir but-"
"Then why interrupt me then?" Red shouted cutting his subordinate off before he could explain further." I would have thought even you would be capable of figuring that out!"
Angry at the interruption but even more at having his authority questioned in front of his lovely guest. Incredibly conscious of how it must look as he smiled nervously at the buxom archeologist. A nervous bead of flop sweat running down his face as he nervously tried to laugh the whole thing off.
"Heh. Good help is so hard to find nowadays."
Relieved to see Desiree nod in agreement. Reaching behind her for her final bundle she'd brought to offer him. Laying it in front of him across his desk. Rather unassuming in its brown, protective wrappings. Like the wizened, vitiated remains of an Egyptian mummy plucked from its sandy tomb. Red hearing the slightest, muted clang of metal from beneath the paper as she laid it to rest.
"You'll find it was the same for all leaders down through history." Desiree said bustily.
Which wasn't really possible but if anyone could it was her. Aware of how fragile the male ego could be. How fickle it could become. Never satisfied, always seeking a fresh bauble for its amusement. Lessons she'd painfully learned and now put to great use enriching herself.
Working to undo the twin which held the paper in place. Having to struggle not to flinch away as she felt his clammy, sweaty hand touch hers. Forcing herself to smile sweetly at him pulling the paper wrappings aside with a practiced, embellished air. Discretely slipping her hand away as she presented the contents of a worn, slightly second-hand looking oriental sword.
Holding it by the worn and chipped handle Red held the blade aloft with some difficulty. The slender weapon forged from a dense, heavy feeling metal. Easily taller than the Commander who swished it overhead with an amused expression. Much like a child might. Muscles bulging in his thick forearms as he did. Crown clanging agains the ground as it was nicked. A stray line cut into the gold paint. Not that he seemed to notice.
"Like it? It is a sword from Japanese legend…the Daikatana. Reported to have been made by the famed Usagi Miyamoto. Greatest swordsmith and master of his or any age. And until recently it was believed to have been destroyed in the heart of a volcano Mt. Doom style."
Pausing there, Desiree already knowing she had him hooked. Rising she moved with a slow, sensual grace picking up his fallen crown. Turning the scratch mark away as she put it back on his head. Leaning over him as she did, deliberately shoving her large breasts in front of the Commander's face which turned as red as his name. Swallowing nervously eyeing the thin material covering them shrinking millimeter by millimeter as it slid down. Tanned, golden skin mushrooming outward from beneath the slipping fabric. His one eye growing nearly as large before she pulled them away, an exaggerated sway to the jeans of her tight ass as she walked back to her seat.
"The legends speak of how the sword was used to defeat a terrible evil, the Demon-King. A fierce Oni of unspeakable power and ability." Desiree said slinking back down into her chair." So great was Miyamoto's skill, it is said that whoever wields the Daikatana will be invincible in battle. But of course, that's only a legend."
"Of course." Red agreed unconvincingly.
An unsophisticated man despite his pretensions to the contrary he wasn't as far removed from the simple hill lands of his birth as he might pretend. Still utterly convinced his grandmother had been blessed with the second-sight and touch of the old magic. Ostracized by the other children he had found comfort with "Mother Dagny" as the townspeople of her village called her. Kindly when they sought a healing or a love potion. With derision if not. It was at her knee, listening in front of a crackling fire, that he'd first learned about the fay folk and the changling children they'd leave on doorsteps as well as the matronly goddess Beria who ushered in each year's bleak winter. Spending the long summer months and cold, Christmas vacations of his boyhood scrambling around the surrounding hills and valleys of his grandmother's village trying to find each and a dozen other things from those stories.
Besides anyone who would go to such lengths to retrieve the seven mystical dragonballs to make a wish to the Eternal Shenron as he was wasn't one to scoff at a sword's promise of invincibility.
The blade wobbling as he laid it back down across his desk with a metallic clang. A slight sheen of sweat visible from the exertion. Despite his extensive collection, it was obvious to Desiree how little practice he actually had with them.
"For a lesser man I wouldn't even show this. We can't allow commoners to sully what was meant for royalty and warrior-kings-"
Desiree was saying with honeyed words. Knowing he was quite intoxicated with her and the sword and that she'd only had to name her price.
"Sir." It was the voice of Black interrupted again." Much as I am loathe to interrupt when you are…"indisposed" I'm afraid this really can't wait."
A certain amount of all too frequent exasperation in the polite tone of Red Ribbon's number two man as well as a quality that, had Red been paying attention, he'd never heard from him before. If not actual fear than at least uncertainty which for the steadfast Black was tantamount to the same.
Rather than annoyance this time, Red seemed almost amused. Eager to show off his latest prize. Seeking any advantage he could lord over his physically superior subordinate.
"Nonsense, Black. Now quite being such a spoilt sport. I have something I want to show you. You ever hear of a Japanese swordsmith named Miyamoto and the legendary Daikatana he created?"
An audible weary sigh coming from the other end of the intercom. The previous uncertainty replaced with frustration as the stout giant of a man patiently tried to explain to his leader.
"Sir…"Daikatana" that's, that's not even Japanese. Its pure gibberish. As are likely anything else this woman might have sold you."
Now it was Desiree's turn to wish Black had kept his big, fat mouth shut and out of what didn't concern him. Flashing a nervous smile towards Red who no longer seemed to infatuated with her. Gritting his teeth as he frowned. She rose hastily from her seat grabbing at her satchel back as she took a backwards step towards the door.
"Heh…scholars still debate on the proper terminology and naming of the sword. This is just one of the many variations obviously very roughly translated. But, clearly you have other matters which need attending. I can send you my bill later, for now I think I can see myself out."
"Yes. Black, why don't you have some guards meet our guest? I'm sure she'd enjoy a tour of our dungeon area."
Commander's Red voice as cold as the frigid, frozen lakes of his homeland. Knuckles of his hands turning white, one clenched fist as the other held down the intercom. Desiree blanching as she backed up, slender hand running across the office door.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, sir. All the available guards are currently busy attempting to deal with the situation I told you about." Black answered much to her relief.
"What is the problem? I all I ordered for you to do was execute some deserters. Surely that isn't too difficult even for you to carry out, is it?" Red asked sounding like a child who hadn't got his way.
Desiree not bothering to wait for the reply as she slipped out, money in tow. The last sight her shapely ass wiggling through the doorway.
"Yes sir. I carried out your orders precisely. However…" Black said pausing for a moment, sounds of shouting in the background as well as a series of sudden gunshots, before continuing." However they appear to have gotten back up afterwards and proceeded to start attacking everyone. I thought this should be brought to your attention."
Takashi leaned against the stair's railing overlooking the school's courtyard. Today his first real, full day back arriving at Tokonosu late last night with Saya and her mother after an extended detour in West City for "Business". Just the thought of the maternal Takagi, somehow he couldn't quite bring himself to think of Yuriko and "elder" in the same sentence, causing his cheeks to burn with conflicting and uncertain feelings. At least for his mind, below his waist wasn't the least bit uncertain about their shower time.
Through at times he almost doubted if it happened and wasn't some elaborate daydream or fantasy. Yuriko never mentioning it again through there were times when he caught her looking at him in a certain way. Even Saya hadn't actually acknowledged what had happened between, not directly. Through she seemed happy to have her mother's "blessing". Which just left the patriarch of the Takagi bloodline for him to win over. A meeting he wasn't in a hurry for, that's for sure. For every reason you might imagine. Thankfully Souichori had been out of town when they arrived. Something he gathered from Yuriko happened fairly often and freeing him to focus on his first day of school as just a normal student.
No perverted old masters, no death-defying training or crazy kung-fu fights. Just schoolwork, teachers and test periods. And Rei. Thinking about their meeting before class this morning. How awkward it had been, the forced smiles and sputtering small talk. The last two months almost seeming a lifetime ago. His best friend Hisashi standing there, his arm protectively wrapped around Rei.
"What the hell am I doing here?" He sighed.
The other day it had been all he could think of about going home but now? All he wanted to go back. It wasn't like he'd be missing out on his lessons, not exactly. Through he was a bit rusty his self, Roshi had been more than happy to devote part of their training day to developing the most important muscle. Or at least second, since the old man insisted the first was a warrior's heart.
Which might have been his master's biggest problem, now that he thought about it. The wily Roshi becoming unglued whenever he saw a pretty face. Not that he could blame him really, living alone on his island with only Turtle for company.
"There you are. Still in the habit of skipping class I see." Saya's voice said from behind him.
The pink-haired girl's arms appearing around his chest as her soft body slide up against his. The front of her school uniform squished rubbing up against his back the sides of her white uniform stretching, bubbling out around him. Had he mentioned how much he loved Saya's hugs yet? His previous mood evaporating completely.
"Can't help it. If I have to listen to another of Mr. Aku's lectures about how the next generation all are a bunch of delinquents who will ruin the country I don't know what I'll do. The whole thing seems so…so…"
"Small minded? Unimportant after fighting fearsome dinosaurs and talking, bikini stripping bears?" Saya suggested in his ear.
Undoing the buttons on his school jacket, sliding it aside as her fingers began to bunch up his red shirt underneath. Tracing along over his hard pectorals with a loving, obsessed care.
"I was going to say boring as hell but yes. And I thought you lost that top on your own, Bear had nothing to do with that." He said leaning into his girlfriend's embrace.
Taking his hands off the railing, joining with hers as he turned giving her a kiss. Quickly blossoming past anything chaste through they both held back a little, giggling as it ended. The whole concept still somehow new and novel for them.
"Maybe. I do have a lot to try and squeeze into a top." Saya grinned with a blush." And no fair changing the subject to my boobs. We're talking about your penchant for skipping classes. How do you expect to pass this year if you keep that up?"
"Your one to talk. Skipping classes and to meet a boy no less." He pretended to chastise her, going in for another kiss.
Pulling her around in front of him. Front of her dress uniform riding up, helping by his encroaching fingers as he pulled her against him. Hand sliding up her waist as her top somehow managed to sink lower. Pink bra appearing, peeking out as each heavy, soft globe crumpled against his hard chest.
"Just one of the perks of being the smartest student at the school." She replied smugly. "I know all my courses by heart already."
Moaning a little. His hands sliding up beneath her shirt cupping her bra. Encouraged by the bright pinking of her cheeks. Molding the fabric and the breasts they contained. White flesh bubbling out over the edge of the bra pushed by his kneading fingers.
Squeezing her boobs together. The material starting to slide down against the expanding globes of jiggly, perfect flesh. And, just for a moment, it was like all those times the two of them would sneak off after training. Saya putting her arms around his neck as she leaned in closer against him. Pressing his hands caught between her bountiful handfuls and himself. Her lips on his, a sweet taste he knew he'd never get tired off.
"Much as I'm enjoying this, you want to tell me the real reason you're hiding out here?" Saya asked, rather poorly attempting to disguise her arousal.
Breath coming in short, heavy pants. Skirt riding up as she very happily rubbed against Takashi and the growing sign of his own arousal. The smallest patch starting to appear on her matching panties pressing the head of the bulge in his pants against them. Slowly, reluctantly, stopping herself looking up expectantly at him.
"Is it because she's there?" She asked softly.
Having seen how Takashi had reacted at seeing their friends together. His surprise at how close Rei and Hisashi grown in their months-long absence. A summer love still in the doe-eyed, puppy like state. When Saya had decided to slip away to find Takashi, the pair had been smuggling heart-shaped notes between each other. Honestly, she gave the two of them another couple of months at most before the whole overly saccharine mess crashed and burned under its own weight.
Closing his eyes Takashi slowly inhaled. Saya's impromptu boob exam coming to an end. His fingers still cradling the material making it just that much harder for her to pay attention. Slowly opening his eyes as he sighed softly.
"I guess…maybe…of course I am happy for her. For both of them." Takashi said with a forced smile they both knew he didn't mean." Just seeing them together like that, now…takes some getting used to."
Thinking about the promise he and Rei had shared all those years ago. When everything had seemed so clear, so simple. Their five-year old selves never doubting they'd be together forever, that they'd be married one day and grow old together. But that showed what pinky promises were worth.
To see her now hanging off of his best friend. Thinking about what they got up too behind closed doors. His Rei calling out Hisashi's name, her legs wrapped around his waist. Grabbing and squeezing her breasts, Rei's head tilting back as she cried out in orgasm-Takashi had to stop himself and the sudden building anger it produced.
His expression softening as he looked back at Saya smiling for real this time.
"Not that I regret how things turned out." Takashi assured her.
Hands finally leaving her breasts, which Saya gave both a sigh of relief and disappointment, encircling around the small of her back as he held her against him. Leaning his face to hers kissing her tenderly.
"You better not, Stupid." She said as the kiss ended." Or I'd have to kick your ass, no invincible master training or not."
Causing Takashi to laugh. Something deep and rumbling that felt so good to Saya pressed up against him as she was. The feel of his arms around her, on her. Knowing the strength which resided in them. The same hands which could shatter boulders could hold her so delicately. It was childish, she knew, but it was all she could do not to simply rest her head against his brawny shoulder content in his presence. Still that didn't mean she liked being laughed at lightly. She was a Takagi after all.
"What's so funny?" She asked him.
Leaning in further against him. The top of her dress sliding down a couple more millimeters as cleavage rose up replacing it. Takashi unable not to stare. Her boobs pushing out over the sides of her top as they squished up against his chest.
"I was handling myself pretty good against Bear before you intervened, I'll have you know." She said lightly tapping him on the nose.
"I saw. Course the idea of getting to grapple with you is pretty tempting." He teased her.
Hands roaming upwards along her body. Starting to pull her school uniform up. Before he could get much farther however, the two of them were distracted by the metal clanging of a body hitting against the gate which ran around the school separating it from down town Tokonosu. Peering down at the man drunkenly banging against it. Seeming dazed, his face blank even from this distance, as he pressed against the gate rebounding only to try again.
Takashi thinking he might have been some kind of vagrant, coked out of his mind, but looking down at the strange man the details didn't fit. His clothes, through disheveled, were that of a business man fresh from the office. Takashi's eye traveling to his hand fumbling blindly against the locked entrance half expecting to see a briefcase attached.
"What the hell?" He said, half to himself.
Hands sliding off of a disappointed Saya giving him a small pout before joining him at the railing. Watching as a group of teachers, drawn by the noise, investigated. Among them the shapely Ms. Kyoko Hayashi. Looking a little like a sexy librarian with her half-frame glasses and tight pencil skirt very closely clinging to the outline of her ass. The white blazer she wore cut low enough to showcase the school's second largest bust. Buttons straining against the rising globes pushing out.
Kyoko very much enjoying the furtive glances from Fujimi Academy's male population no matter how much she chastised them for it. Enjoying being reminded she was attractive and desirable.
Another in the group was Kyoko's sort of boyfriend the muscular if somewhat loutish Teshima. Serving as one of the Academy's P.E. teachers. The tall, dark haired man looking up glancing at Takashi and Saya with a cocky grin letting them know he saw and knew what they were up too. Whether his smile was one of approval or merely relishing another opportunity to "show off" and throw his weight around in front of Kyoko, Takashi couldn't fathom.
"Trouble?" Saya asked picking up Takashi's concern.
"Not sure." He answered as Kyoko called out trying to dispel the businessman still stubbornly trying to fit through the gate.
The man's posture wasn't threatening, seemingly oblivious to the small group of teachers approaching. If any word described it, it would have been uncoordinated. Flailing himself against the metal bars. Teshima stepping towards him, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
"I'll handle this. Don't worry. Ms. Hayashi." He loudly called out.
Stepping up and reaching between the bars to grab the man by his collar as he pulled slamming him against them. Hard. From his perch, Takashi flinched at the sound of the impact and crunch of bone. Despite that the man didn't cry out. His eyes still had that unfocused look as his head bobbed backwards.
"Hey now! There's no need for violence here." Kyoko said anxiously.
Her and the other teachers crowding around him as the P.E. teacher pushed the man away from the bars only to smash him back into them again.
"Nothing to worry about, Ms. Hayashi. Just showing him who's boss!" Teshima reassured her with a cruel laugh." Ready to leave now you freak?"
Asking the man as he started to let him go. The businessman wobbling as he reared back from the gate. Cheek cut and his nose crushed against his face. But no blood, not a drop Takashi noticed. Fingers tightening against the railing until the metal creaked, fingers indented into the steel.
Watching as the businessman's pallor became more sickly and ashen. His eyes clouding over a milky white as his jaws opened. Entire head twisting as he lunged striking like a snake grabbing at the startled Teshima's arm as he bite down.
Nightmares of crimson playing before Takashi's eyes as the P.E. coach screamed pulling his arm away. A strip of flesh tearing loose in the businessman's teeth hungrily chewing. Teshima falling over backwards onto the ground clutching at his arm. Jets of blood pulsating out between his fingers spraying across the bars and the feasting ghouls. Memories of that damn night, of the blood-soaked demon who took his father, flashing through Takashi's mind but so did Master Roshi's teachings. His mind made up even before Teshima had finished falling.
Letting go of the railing, his hand finding Saya's shoulder as he turned her away from the unfolding scene. Seeing her worry and confusion at what was happening. Unprepared even by their summer adventure for what she'd just seen. Looking to him for assurance. Assurances he couldn't give, not yet. All he could do was make sure she was safe. Her and the other person he'd always promised to protect.
"I need you to find Rei, get her where I can find you both-your locker. Take her to your locker." He insisted.
Saya protesting, fighting him as he urged her back towards the school. The Pinkette many things but weak-willed wasn't one of them. Not to mention to flash of jealousy at the concern she heard at Rei's name.
"What? What's going on, Takashi? That guy just took a bite out of a P.E. teacher!" Saya said pointing at the businessman, now even grayer if that was possible.
Swallowing the man lunged ramming against the gate with renewed determination the frightened teachers alternating their attention from him to the now still and lifeless looking Teshima.
"You can't expect me just to leave, do you? I mean who the hell do you think I-"
"Saya!" Takashi snapped, harsher than he meant too, interrupting Saya." I have to do this. I was helpless once, I never wanted to be that again. But I can't do that if I don't know you're safe. Both of you. Just do this for me, please."
Not leaving the Pinkette time to argue as he turned away, grabbing hold of the railing as he lifted and swung himself over dropping down. Ground splintering as he landed crouching driving his palm down to break his fall. Surface depressing, rippling outward as he raised his head already sprinting forward. Trusting Saya would get to Rei, that he could keep both of them safe.
From what he didn't know. It wasn't like before. The creature before him animalistic rather than the cruel intelligence of the demon he'd faced. And unlike it, this creature didn't seem any faster or stronger than a normal man. A small blessing, even smaller than he realized as Kyoko leaned over Teshima.
"It was such a small bite. It couldn't have killed him, could it?" The teacher asked in denial.
Relief appearing on her face as her boyfriend twitched. Life, or some semblance returning, even as the colored drained from his face. Milky-white eyes opening lazily staring sightlessly up at her.
"Oh, Mr. Teshima. Thank God you're okay. I was so worried and-"An overjoyed Kyoko started to say.
Stopping as an increasingly chalky Teshima reached a hand grabbing the front of her jacket. Fabric bunching up in his hand as he tugged ripping buttons loose pulling her towards him as he sat up. Yawning mouth reaching up towards her jugular when a running Takashi pulled her back driving an elbow to Teshima's face. The front of her jacket tearing completely open followed by her yellow blouse with a ripping sound. The damage hastened by her tightly contained breasts eager to escape. The auburn haired woman, face turning the same shade of her hair, obviously "forgetting" to bother with a bra as one boob flopped loose wobbling happily in its freedom.
Not that Teshima seemed to notice. The Coach shrugging off a blow which should have knocked him out, twisting his head back towards Takashi with a loud crack continuing to rise to his feet. Moving unsteadily on shaking legs looking like he might trip and stumble. Takashi stepping between him and Kyoko who clutched at her tattered blouse. Trying to squeeze her slippery boob back inside it without the other escaping. Soft globe far too large for her slender hands to fully contain squeezing, bulging out around the sides as she tried to stuff it back. Yellow fabric peeling open pushed aside by the expanding volume as its chubby sister wiggled popping free.
Her mind for the moment choosing to focus on the more familiar, reassuring problem then the looming, living nightmare she now faced. Her face turning an even brighter shade of red. Glasses siding down the ridge of her nose as her eyes grew into frantic, wide ovals.
"P-Please, no body look!" She squealed managing to sound far more like panicking schoolgirl than the husky voiced teacher she was.
Which, admittedly, Takashi was probably doing a lot more than he should in a fight. Glancing away from her wobbling wonders just as Teshima pounced, attacking without any skill or reason. Hands clawing at Takashi's face as he twisted ducking between the outstretched fingers stepping closer to Teshima who sprang. Jaws gnashing shut inches from Takashi's own flesh as the youth hand sprang up grabbing at the coach's face and forehead. Tilting his head back just out of reach despite Teshima continuing to struggle. Hands grabbing at Takashi's shoulders digging into his school's jacket, the larger man's body straining as he pulled Takashi towards his snapping teeth. Ligaments popping in the crazed man's neck as the ridges of his spine begin to appear through his flesh from above the collar of his shirt.
Takashi's own fingers digging into Teshima's gray flesh in bloodless wounds. Gritting his teeth as he let go striking and breaking the ghoul's grip with the side of his arms before punching Teshima in the throat turning the start of his moaning shriek into a raspy gurgle. A normal man would have been staggered but it barely seemed to phase Teshima now. Already attacking again, grappling to hold onto him, as Takashi followed it by a driving kick to the man's ankle deliberately not holding back quite as much. Shattering the bone as Teshima stumbled, his foot twisting sideways.
Undaunted the thing bounded back staggering upright on his broken foot. Skin tearing against the jagged pieces of bone in his leg as he pressed his weight against the floppy stump. Lashing out, swinging his hand aiming for Takashi's face who effortlessly weaved out of reach grabbing the hand at the wrist holding it out as he drove his other palm up into the limb's elbow. Cartilage and bone snapping as he inverted it with a long, drawn out crunching sound.
Tossing the limp appendage back at the ghoul. The talon-like fingers of his remaining hand raking empty air as Takashi moved punching Teshima in the face. Teeth and matted blood flying loose as the coach's head was slung to the side. A second punch following before he could react to his chest. Takashi feeling the bones of his ribs splinter and break under the blow driving into the man's lungs. More than enough to incapacitate almost any man. Despite this he still swung his foot slamming it into Teshima's soft midsection in a spin kick hard enough which sent the grown adult tumbling backwards.
"You don't fall down, do you?" Takashi asked in annoyance and frustration as the ghoul righted himself yet again after a few stumbling steps.
The mistake of his attack made evident as, moving to keep their distance from their former co-worker, the remaining too teachers ventured too close to the gate. A pale, gray hand reaching out grabbing hold of the social studies teacher Wakisaka and pulling him against the bars. The arm going around the thin, elderly teacher's chest holding him in place as the businessman pressed his face between the bars biting down on Wakisaka's shoulder and neck in a spurt of blood. The other teacher swatting with the handle of a broom trying to make the hungry ghoul dislodge.
His mouth stretching open impossibly large, teeth jutting outward like broken glass, Teshima shambled back towards Takashi as he felt Kyoko behind him. More accurately her soft, firm breast gently pressing into his back. The normally demure teacher looking with alarm as she clutched at his shoulder.
"Please stop. Both of you. Teshima what's wrong? Why are you doing this?" She said between sobs.
Fingers digging into Takashi's shoulder, soft body pressing against him reminding him what was at stake. Hearing her outcry Teshima seemed to pause, a flicker of recognition passing over his ashen face. Humanity resurfacing he cocked his head in puzzlement. Lasting the barest of a second before his face morphed into an inhuman snarl. Nothing human remaining in those cloudy eyes, no spark of intelligence. None of which made what Takashi was about to do any easier. Convinced there was only way to stop the monster Teshima had become
The wind blowing, ruffling Kyoko's hair as he moved crossing the ground which separated them in an instant. Seeming to reverberate in a thunderclap as his fist collided and passed through Teshima's torso. Chest bending inward with a sick, grisly snapping sound his hand emerging out the back in a visceral spray. Which had no effect what so ever.
Whatever he'd become, Teshima was still just human enough for a ghost of a small smile to appear across his lips as he continued to lunge towards the surprised and stunned Takashi. Whom got the chance to stare down the thing's gullet before smacking his head away with his other hand. Entire thing twisting pointing nearly around with a drawn out crackling sound. The ghoul reeling, wobbling back from the blow virtually the first he seemed to notice as a shocked Takashi stared through the hole he'd made in the man's chest.
"What? H-How is that even possible?" Kyoko stammered staring out from behind him at her former lover." He-He should be dead."
"But he isn't. He's still walking. Because-Because he's already dead!" Takashi answered.
His worst fears being confirmed before his very eyes. Bones cracking loudly the thing which had been Teshima turned his head back around. Jaw wobbling loosely from one side as he opened and closed it, dented from where Takashi's forearm had struck it.
Behind him Wakisaka finally tore himself loose slumping into the other teacher's arms. The front of his chest turning a sticky red as blood continued to run down spurting from his neck. Swallowing the businessman resumed banging against the gate. Being joined, Takashi show, by other figures emerging out into the city street. Shopkeepers, the elderly, he even spotted a couple with the slightly dirty and torn uniform of Fujimi Academy among their numbers. An entire army of the things adding their weight as they pressed, banging pale, curled fists against the metal bars of the gate.
Teshima taking another shaky step towards Takashi who braced himself. Seeing flashes of the crimson splashed demon who robbed him of his father that night interspersed over the shambling coach. Its mocking laughter echoing in his ears. Gritting his teeth as Teshima bared his. Jagged and splayed crookedly from his damaged jaw.
Behind the spikey-haired student Kyoko stammered. A protest dying on her lips as she stared at the proof of Takashi's statement before her. Gripping tightening against his shoulder as she tugged fearfully trying to pull him away, backing towards the school steps. Only to be shrugged aside as Takashi attacked grabbing the ghoul's outstretched wrist. Fingers clenching, crushing the bones beneath to powder, as he wrenched it ripping the limb from its socket before the creature could react.
Rearing the limb back behind his head as he grabbed pulling at Teshima's bloodless torso striking him across the face with the stolen appendage. Still seeing the demon's face in place of Teshima's as the head snapped backwards breaking loose and sailing away over the gated fence. Smashing apart as it landed on the pavement attracting the attention of some of the crowding ghouls who followed after the rolling pieces. But not many. The rest reaching through the bars grasping blindly for fresh prey being pushed against them by those behind.
Headless, Teshima at last slumped onto his knees. A final, wheezing gurgling sound coming up from the ragged stump of his neck before he fell backwards. Takashi letting his own arm fall beside him before dropping Teshima's to the ground. A peculiar and intoxicating rush of emotions going through him in that moment. A flush of triumph for facing and vanquishing a creature of the shadows as well as anger at himself for feeling that. His hand shaking slightly, flexing it as he tried to make it stop.
Shaken from his reverie by Kyoko. The teacher appearing at his side as she stared down at Teshima then turned burying her head in his shoulder. Takashi lightly cradling her in his arm unsure of what to do, how to react. His juvenile, teenage body feeling the curvy body of an older, attractive woman pressed against him and responding accordingly despite his best intentions. Her hips pressing against him just above the growing bulge in the front of his pants.
Trying to think what his master would do in his situation surprisingly unhelpful. Nor were the sudden images of the old pervert's hands fondling the curvy, older woman's plump tits and ass. Kyoko looking up at him, her face changing to one of confusion and then anger as she felt the growing lump inadvertently rub against the inside of her thigh. Pulling away as she delivered a loud, resounding slap across his cheek that would have made even Roshi wince.
"Pervert!" She screamed at him.
Boobs jostling, appearing out from behind the tattered shreds of her garment. The large marshmallows bouncing free ballooning out again as they slipped from the fabric's bonds. Softly pushing up against his body much to Kyoko's shame. Face turning red again as she grabbed at the pieces and Takashi rubbed at the red, palm-shaped mark imprinted across his cheek.
"Okay…that shouldn't have hurt that much." He said confused, enjoying the sight before him, when Wakisaka stirred.
The elderly teacher rising up in the other's arm as he turned attacking him. The man falling backwards as Wakisaka bite down on the forearm he raised trying to knock the ghoul back. Jets of crimson shooting out from the severed artery.
The school's buckling gate snapping open. Pushing the swinging gate open the ghoul businessman lead the way shambling through.
The horde surrounding the still struggling teacher. Terrified face looking up, fighting to hold back Wakisaka crouched over pinning him to the ground. Disappearing among the crowding bodies like gathering piranhas. If he lived to an old age, an admittedly unlikely prospect at the moment, Takashi knew he'd never forget the ghastly sounds he heard chilling him in the very pit of his stomach.
A strangled shout bringing his attention to a man in a maintenance uniform stumbling out from between the school buildings. Moving towards him and Kyoko, clutching at his neck he tripped and fell. More of the things appearing following after him. Having found or converted their way inside the school grounds. The maintenance man rising back up with a low moan, skin already ashen, letting go of a nasty looking bite mark.
"Okay…what now?" Kyoko asked stepping back towards him, earlier transgression forgiven.
"Now?" Takashi asked looking around him.
Realizing there were too many for him to hope to fight. And even if he could try, Rei and Saya certainly couldn't. The pair waiting for him unprotected inside the main building. The undead at the gate losing interest shuffling away from the teacher now that they were unable to reach the body from those crowding, crouched over his remains. The spiky-haired youth thankfully he didn't have a better view of what they were doing as their brethren closed towards the two humans.
"Like my master would say…this this would be a good time to practice my speed running!" Takashi said grabbing and pulling Kyoko along.
The auburn's hair whipping behind her as she stumbled in her high heels following after him. A hand going to her glasses keeping them perched on her face. Her breasts left to their own devices jiggling up and down like crazy as the two of them raced up the steps towards the door.
Her skirt riding up along her backsides flashing the tiny, yellow thong to the lucky ghouls slowly following after them. Tripping over the stairs' railing or their own clumsy feet as they attempted to scale the steps.
Inside, tugging her skirt back down, Kyoko pushed her glasses back up the ridge of her nose. Takashi slamming the school doors shut with a clang bracing himself against them. Tile cracking underneath as he planted his feet down, metal of the door groaning as it bent beneath his palms.
"Just what the hell is going on?!" She demanded frustrated, confused and baffled." Those people are killing everyone! Killing them and-eating them!"
"I know. I've seen something like this…once. But it was only one then and he seemed more…more…" Takashi answered as a ghoul appeared ungainly navigating up the steps.
Foot catching on the last one sending it falling against the door its nails scratching trying to get it. Mashing its face against the glass rubbing a bloated, purple tongue up and down it.
"…Intelligent." He finished." While these things are almost mindless."
Leaning forward holding the door shut against the creature. Kyoko couldn't help but admire just how tightly the bottom half of his uniform clung to his muscular backside. Jacket riding up letting the teacher see his tight buns. Red blush reappearing across her cheeks as she also remembered how big he felt. And all because of her she couldn't help think with a touch of pride even as she admonished herself.
The part of herself attached to her libido pleased she could still turn a young man's head particularly with a certain overly buxom nurse that made her all of people feel prepubescent in comparison. Much to the annoyance of the more rational centers of her mind.
"A little-okay not so little- dick and suddenly I'm acting like a teenager again?" She thought snapping out of it.
Focusing on the more immediate life and death situation at hand as she spied a janitor's mop sitting in a stale bucket in the corner. Which normally would have produced a long-winded rant on the importance of cleanliness and tidiness but at the moment was practically god sent. Lifting it out as she slide it through the doors' handles wedging them together against the banging ghoul.
"What? I am a teacher after all. Think I just got the job because of my pretty face?" She lightly teased Takashi as he looked up in surprise." Not every solution requires brute force after all."
Looking out through the door window as the ghoul smacked his face against it. A crack appearing across the glass slowly lengthening as he repeated the process.
"Think it will hold?" She asked, no longer quite as confident.
"Long enough." Takashi answered stepping away from the twin doors.
By now they were attracting the attention of some of the classes, students or in some cases teacher's appearing from their doorways. Both his and Kyoko's appearance raising more than a few concerns. The curvy teacher once again grabbing at the remains of her blouse and jacket pulling them closed in front of her.
"Where are you going? We need to alert the authorities!" Kyoko called out after Takashi.
Reaching into her pocket grabbing her cellphone. The school rules were after all for the students to follow, not the faculty. Brushing some silky strands of hair from ear as she held the phone up dialing. Mr. Obari, a very staid man with graying temples and coke bottle glasses, staring with disapproval at her. Like she was some truant school girl or something.
"I trust there is an explanation for all this Ms. Hayashi." He said with a snooty disdain.
The breaking of glass calling his attention to the ghoul who's head appeared pushing through the broken window. Turning slightly, Kyoko quickly scampered moving towards Takashi who paused in front of the fire alarm. Looking over his shoulder at Mr. Obari.
"The school's under attack…terrorists! The Red May's attacking the school. Some kind of gas attack, causing people to crazy and kill each other." He said.
Using the name of a radical group he'd heard mentioned once on the news. Wanting to collapse Japan into a financial dark age or something to bring about a communist revolution. Not bothering to wait for Obari's response as he pulled the handle. The alarm sounding throughout the school. Students rushing out crowding into the halls as Takashi repeated his claim.
"Warn everyone you can, tell them to stay inside and away from "them"!" He instructed.
Leaving a confused and startled Obari behind. Kyoko hurriedly following after him clinging close to her protector as he navigated through the sea of bodies heading for the stairs. A worried look on her face as she held looking down at her phone listening to the automated message playing.
"1-1-0 is busy." She said quietly, Takashi nodding.
"It must be happening all through the city." He said.
The next floor just as crazy as the previous. Teachers standing in the halls trying to install order as students gathered crowding around frantically whispering. Already rumors spreading amongst them about what was happening. Mr. Shido standing in the doorway of one of the classes watching the proceedings with a detached disinterest. A few of his students hanging around him nervously.
Catching sight of Saya, Takashi headed towards her. Finding Hisashi there as well leaning against his locker with an expectant look. His arm around Rei. The two of them looking nervously around them at the growing commotion.
"He insisted on coming along and I figured we could use his him." Saya explained when Takashi glanced at her. "Whatever the plan is."
Not sounding overly heartbroken that Hisashi was with them. His eyes drawn to Kyoko and the tattered remains of her shirt. Soft breasts she was so proud of rising, wobbling slowly beneath the loose strips of fabric with every step she took. Expanding outwards, shifting only to fall back in place with a slight, hypnotic jiggle. A cheesy smile on Hisashi's face as he stared peering out from underneath his silver-gray bangs. Only looking away once he noticed Rei scowling at him.
"Just what is going on? Saya says a teacher got killed in front of the school? And now the alarm's going off." Hisashi asked surprisingly calm.
A lot more than Takashi would have been in his shoes, the dark-haired teen wagered. A causal confidence around him as he waited for Takashi to explain.
"Its even worse than that. Everyone they kill get up and kills. The people they kill get up and kill." Takashi said nodding grimly.
Saya stepping from the others as she grabbed him in a hug, clearly despite her previous grumpiness relieved to see he was all right. A guilty thrill running down through his body into his cock feeling her breasts through her school uniform. His two most favorite pillows squirming, rubbing up against his body. Something else Rei couldn't help but notice. Her frown deepening even as she blushed.
"We'll need something to protect ourselves then." Hisashi said going for his locker.
An arm crossed underneath her breasts, Kyoko raised an eyebrow at him peering from behind her glasses. Her phone in her hand useless. The number for the fire department ringing busy like every other number she'd dialed.
"This isn't a video game, young man." She said eyeing him critically as he pulled out a baseball bat.
Tossing it towards Takashi who caught it effortlessly. Holding it for a moment before passing it to Saya who looked at it like it had just landed from Mars. Sports very much not being her thing. Preferring to exercise her brain, her free time better spent in the school's extensive library studying preparing to take her place at the head of her family. Still she figured she could use some of that famous intellect of hers to know which end to hold.
"No its not. Which is why we have to be careful." Hisashi answered the teacher.
That pervy grin returning as he vanished and returned from the janitor's closet with a broom snapping the head off to make a crude spear. Which he handed over to Rei.
"Besides if this was a game, I'd no doubt have unlocked the bikini mode already." He said, deliberately trying to ease the tension.
Getting a light smack on his head from Rei's new weapon for his trouble. The brown-haired girl smiling slightly as she watched him rub at his noggin.
"Maybe that'll remind you to think with your big head from now on." She said with a giggle.
The blaring siren of the fire alarm ending abruptly as the school's intercom crackled to life above the student's heads. All of them and Kyoko looking up as the voice of the school principal filled the school.
"Attention Fujimi Academy, I've just been informed Red May terrorists have forced their way into the school. I advise everyone to stay where they are. Once the police give into their inevitable demands I'm sure-Ms. Wu are you okay? You look ill. N-No, this isn't the time or place for t-that-gah! H-Help! Get away from me you top heavy bitch!"
Sounds of struggle captured as the principal wrestled with his curvy and now ghoulified secretary. Chair over turning as well as the first bubbling notes of his ragged scream before it was cut off. The intercom speakers going dead with a hiss of static. The entire school quiet for a moment. Everyone standing whether in the halls or classrooms trying to process what had just happened.
A piece of chalk rolling from off a black board falling off shattering into a million pieces. Neglectfully forgotten by its owner. As if using it as a cue all pandemonium broke loose. The school becoming a sea of shoving bodies fighting to get out with those weaker being trampled. All Takashi's group could do to stay together pushing their way through to a more deserted part of the school.
"God, its like something out of Lord of the Flies." Hisashi said fearfully.
The group moving towards one of the bridges which connected the school with the other buildings on campus. Stopping in front of the windows. Down below people appeared running out from between the buildings being stalked by the slower but relentless ghouls. A boy, his arm filled with school books he'd never get the chance to need again, tripping falling face forward. Forgotten by his friends as they continued running for their lives. Boy looking up in fright as the things surrounded him. Pages of his scattered textbooks flipping open being splattered with droplets of raining crimson.
"No. Its worse. Much, much worse." Takashi disagreed watching the scene unfold.
Turning away from the window as the death and madness reached their floor. Crowd parting like the red sea. The hungry monsters appearing spreading through like locust. Pushing against lockers and the walls as they bite and tore in a mindless frenzy.
The front of his suit turning dark with blood, Mr. Obari broke free from one smashing the corner of his teacher's textbook into the thing's skull. Stumbling he moved reaching weakly out for help from a pair of school girls retching blackish blood as he doubled over in pain. The girls moving to help only to recoil as he looked up at them with blank, white eyes. Face becoming a snarl rose up over the cowering girls.
A human missile interceding grabbing Obari by his face as he tried to attack the two of them lifting the ghoul up off his dangling feet. Both girls looking on in amazement at Takashi, his fingers digging in the sides of Obari's face. Blushing as they reached trying to push down their skirts which had been blown upwards by the sudden gust of wind their spikey-haired rescuer had produced. Needing only a slight increase in pressure to crush the former teacher's skull.
"You just going to stare? Get out of here!" He ordered, allowing Obari to fall to the floor, as he turned to face the rest of the advancing ghouls.
Both women offering their humble but heartfelt thanks as fast as they could as they bowed. Still managing to find the time to admire the muscular build of their savoir not to mention the large, prominent bulge inches from their lower faces. The red blush returning to their cheeks but for a completely different reason than before. Rising up the more bold of the pair rushed forward giving him a quick kiss that started tame but grew more wild. Tip of her tongue forcing its way into the surprised martial artist's mouth as her hand scooped forward cupping that bulge she'd become so enamored with.
There being no way she was going to die without knowing what that felt like. The two of them giggling as they turned to leave a speechless Takashi.
"You are so bad, Bunny. What would your boyfriend say?" Her friend asked as they pushed through Takashi's group to safety.
Ignoring the caustic looks Saya and Rei were throwing there way, as well as the more amused and jealous looks of Kyoko, the tanned blonde smiled deviously.
"Serves his scrawny ass right for not being here when I needed him." Her reply.
Flicking her long, golden hair behind her shoulder as she turned getting one last look at Takashi quickly making a comparison between him and her boyfriend in the former's favor.
His own face burning red from the interaction, Takashi watched the two ladies go. Rubbing the back of his head he completely missed the ghoul approaching behind him. Turning back just as the creature stopped transfixed, mouth inches from his face, Rei's makeshift javelin impaled through the thing's chest. The leggy brunette pushing hard against the struggling creature lifting away. Pushing her ass out behind her as she did, skirt rising up giving Takashi a quick glimpse of her pink panties. Stretched material sliding between each jiggling, bouncy cheek. Each half globe effortlessly escaping out from behind it sandwiching the overwhelmed fabric.
Which almost made up for how angry his ex-girlfriend sounded as she yelled at him. Ghoul dancing at the end of her spear trying to shake itself loose as Rei twisted shaking that ass of hers fighting to keep pushing it away.
"Takashi! Didn't you hear what I just told Hisashi?! This isn't the time to be thinking with your dick." She scolded.
Curvy schoolgirl peering out from under her brown bangs as the ghoul at the end of her spear refused to stop moving. Betraying her surprise.
"What? I stabbed him. Why the hell isn't he dying?!" She said, note of panic in her voice, as he grabbed hold of her spear.
Pulling himself forward sliding along the length of the wooden pole. The bloody end pushing itself out of his back. Rei giving a panicked yelp as she stumbled backwards into Hisashi's arms while the ghoul's face and head exploded under Takashi's fist. Unrestrained his punch acted like an artillery shell fragmenting and expanding outward from his fist.
"That doesn't work. You have to kill the brain to put them down for good. Nothing else seems to stop these bastards." Takashi said grabbing and pulling Rei's spear free from him.
A kick further deforming the already dead body as he sent it flying toppling over more of the ghouls. The things flailing uselessly against the floor trying to get up. Rei staring in shock at his display of his strength. Perhaps even more than she did the shambling undead. Hisashi, whom had his own training in martial arts, nodded impressed.
"After all this is over, maybe we can spar sometime. See if that crazy turtle hermit lives up to his hype or not." He said as Rei pulled her spear back from Takashi.
"Let's just get out of this first, okay?" Takashi answered him." Anybody got any ideas on how to do that?"
Saya, fidgeting as she adjusted her contact, squinted one eye rubbing at it as she shook her head. Pointing with the bat back out along the ramp behind the group connecting the two buildings. The dead already starting to appear on it as well. Milling, bumping against the sides of the hand railing as they walked across.
"We're not getting out that way. At least not without a fight." The Pinkette said backing up closer to Takashi." And even if we do get out, were are we going to go? Things are going to be just as bad as they are in here."
Causing Kyoko to perk up with an idea. Forgetting about the state of her attire in the process The teacher's breasts mushrooming outward as she removed her arm from holding the tatters.
"What about-the school minibus? We could take that, couldn't we? The keys are kept in the faculty lounge."
The group staring at each other for a second and then at the growing horde of ghouls. Corner's of Takashi's mouth upturning into a cocky grin as he nodded.
"Sounds like a plan. We'll clear a way there." He said as Saya stepped to one side of him, bat at the ready.
Rei on the other. Hisashi on the other side of her as Kyoko stood behind. All waiting for his order. Following his lead as he charged forward, a barely seeable blur. A ghoul, pushing himself up on his arms and elbows, looking up. Milky-white eyes widening at his foot launching up colliding with its jaw. Bursting it apart like an overripe melon, jellified brains raining down as he catapulted over it. Lockers rattling, snapping open against the sudden gust of wind which blew down the hall. Punching a ghoul in the side as he landed behind it, feeling its spine snap as he grabbed and lifted it up swinging it and another effortlessly into the wall.
Raising his arm and twisting out of the way as another tried to grab him, Chopping his arm down. Gristle and bone breaking as his palm passed through the other's forearm like water. Limb falling away as Takashi's leg snaked between the ghoul's pulling it out from under the creature. A flurry of punches driving another back, chest and torso breaking apart under the blows, before he caught twisting the head of the still falling ghoul around with a loud crunch of breaking bone.
Ducking under a third, his fist tearing up through its belly as he lifted the thing up off its feet. The thing perching there, sinking against his arm as it kicked its feet screeching. Hands clawing down at him before he threw it aside clotheslining three other ghouls.
The sound of a bat making contact with a human skull drawing his attention to the female ghoul scuttling across the floor where he'd dropped her earlier. Teeth flying from her jaw as Saya came to his defense swinging her bat like a mallet. The ghoul's head rolling with the blow, body flipping to stay attached. Long, black hair becoming matted as it fell across her pale face.
"Get the hell away from him, you undead skank!" Saya shouted going berserk continuing to smash the ghoul's head until it didn't move.
In a display of athletic ability which made him wonder what else she could due in other circumstances, Takashi watched as Rei dropped to her knees sliding between the legs of a particularly large ghoul. An ox-like brute Takashi recognized as the champion of the school's wrestling team. Rei rising up twirling her weapon like a staff hitting him across the back of his head before driving her spear point underneath the ghoul's jaw pushing up into his skull.
The prickling sensation of heat building across the back of his neck, Takashi looked in surprised at the searing beam of light which shot past his shoulder hitting a ghoul. Its face dissolving inside the sudden glare morphing into one of confusion. Disintegrating to ash along with the upper torsos of the surrounding ghouls. The smoking stubs of their waists falling over as an opening was cleared for the group.
Takashi looking with surprise and admiration to a smirking Hisashi who quickly blew across his signed finger. Having not quite perfected the technique yet.
"Like it? Master Shen called it the Dodon Ray. Supposed to be the ultimate attack. Hurts like hell to use through." Breaking his composer to rapidly shake his hand trying to cool the lingering heat.
Well hopefully you enjoyed this chapter, late through it was. And it looks by unanimous vote Yuriko will be added to the harem at some point. Not quite sure how Saya's going to feel about that yet through based on the anime she'd probably like that as much if not more than Takashi. XD
WolfassassinKing: Heh. A wonderful idea and you never know who you might run into during the apocalypse.
Flo463: Really glad you are enjoying the story so far. And I agree. Takashi does seem to be overlooked or discarded in a lot of cross over stories which is a shame because I really like the guy.
Greyson Sanders: Heh, yeah. Yuriko does strike me as the pragmatic sort. With the world burning she'll know her fortunes are better tied with the demi-god human than mere political power. Not that she couldn't help Takashi gain and wield that, in time.