"Ever since that night in the alley I've known about the darkness which inhabits our world. The nightmarish fairytales we were all taught as children not to believe in. Zombies, dark magicians and now even actual beings from outer space. But that night showed me what simple, human courage can accomplice. To most Peter Vincent just an old actor from the late show. But to a scared little boy he was a ten-foot tall knight who slew the all too real boogeyman that night. Along with my esteemed Master Roshi, I try to remember and live by his example. "Takashi Komuru.
"Huh?" Takashi asked feeling the small hand pushing him into the teacher lounge's washroom." What gives?"
The dark-haired teen twisting to confront the other person as they closed the door behind them. Takashi's body beneath his blood splattered school uniform on the lean side still but unmistakably toned. Hard, rippling muscles showing through his matted shirt clinging against his sculpted torso. Each crevice and line of his abs outlined through the red material glued by glistening beads of perspiration.
Spiky-black bangs falling over a still all-too young face that could flicker from cherubic innocence to steely-eyed in an instant. At the moment showing only confusion as he stared watching Saya lock the door with a soft click.
Almost a head shorter than her boyfriend. Her normal know-it-all expression replaced with a devious grin as she turned to face him. The two big tails of her pink hair pulled and tied off to the side jiggling almost as much as her massive chest which swelled spilling out from the front of her school uniform. A valiant button clasped in front of her mushrooming cleavage. Squeezed, the soft globes of her breasts rose out over the sides bulging outward tantalizingly.
"We should be getting ready too-hmmmph!" Takashi grunted muffled as the Pinkette kissed him.
His hands instinctively settling on her waist sliding around her. One delving feeling through her skirt as he cupped a plump, round ass cheek. Giving the springy, tight crescent a small squeeze as the kiss ended. His arguments silenced for the moment.
"I was thinking we could finish what we started this morning." Saya whispered wiggling away from him.
Taking Takashi a moment to realize what she meant until she lifted up her skirt showing more of those curvy legs of hers. Flashing her panties which she quickly hooked a slender, soft finger against peeling it down from her exposed sex. The soft fabric falling down past her feet as she stepped out of them leaning back against Takashi. Her arms finding their way around his neck as she hung against him. Large breasts pushing against him. Button straining, struggling to stay clasped as they bubbled up between the two lovers.
Her warm, inviting crotch rubbing up against his growing bulge through his pants as Saya lifted one slender leg curling it behind him. Pushing him against the wall of the small room. Shivering as she felt his hand sliding beneath her skirt gripping her bare ass. Arousal leaking from between the folds of her lips as they parted rubbing against his bulge. Seeping through the front of his pants.
"Should we really be-be doing this?" He stammered, not attempting to stop her, as he kissed those lips again.
Forcing them apart as his tongue slide inside her mouth, briefly exploring the inner reaches. Muffled moan erupting from deep within his throat as he savored the sweet taste of her. Her own pink muscle coiling around his sliding across it as the kiss broke apart.
The Pinkette cradling his head in her hands. Delicate, feathery touch of her fingers caressing through his soft hair and across his cheek as that know-it-all smirk of hers returned. To anyone else it might have appeared like arrogance. And well maybe it was to an extent. But over the years and especially the last few months it became one of closeness, intimacy. Heralding her sharing some important nugget of knowledge she'd devoured.
"It's the end of the world, Dummy." Managing to make the insult into a term of endearment." We're about to rush headlong into what is almost certainly our doom. What time would be a better time?"
Such were the romantic fairtales her mother had shared with her each night putting her to bed. The Master and Lady of the Takagi clan, facing certain death, stealing away to share some final, private moments in each other's arms. As her ancestor and his bride Yui, married only a few short hours before, had done rejecting the banner of the evil Shogon Mishima and pledging to fight for the Emperor. Fighting back to back amid the narrow chasm that Yui had discovered lead through the mountainous foothills forcing the larger forces of Mishima to fight piecemeal. Nightfall seeing the two standing amid a littered battlefield, seeming the sole survivors of either army.
Through there was admittedly another reason, far more recent and petty, that Saya wanted to do this than live out such love. Moaning, feeling his hands move down along her body towards her larger breasts. Fingers sinking in against the fabric, molding the bulging globes before tugging the opening of her school uniform down. Deliberately letting out a loud moan as she saw the shadows moving beneath the door. Her hands cupping over his larger, more muscular ones as she pressed them against her exposed breasts. Forcing his fingers to mold her jiggling globes. Creamy, white flesh billowing out over the edges of his hands or seeping out between his fingers.
"Careful…they'll hear you." Takashi whispered anxiously.
"Let her hear." Saya answered back possessively." All of it."
Grinning as her hands fell down along her boyfriend's waist. Fingers running across it as she tugged it open pulling them down along his strong, muscular legs. Hooking against the edge of his white briefs as she peeled them down over that tantalizing large bulge. Watching his straining cock unfold springing outward towards her. Bulbous head swaying back and forth for a moment.
Normally Saya would have liked to wrap her slender fingers around the thick log running them along its veined, throbbing surface. Teasing him as she bent over her, planting her pursed lips over the top. Running her tongue over the edge as she slide them down over it savoring every hard inch of her boyfriend.
But they needed to finish this quickly so instead the busty Pinkette hopped into her boyfriend's arms. Her curvy legs wrapping around his waist as she clutched against him. Swaying boobs smacking against his hard, toned chest as she whimpered. Feeling the head of his cock rub against the tender petals of her sex. Gently pushing her folds apart entering inside of her.
"F-Fuck!" She gasped, bucking her hips forward against his entire length.
Entire body tingling, quivering as she felt it push inside of her. Her lover's heavy balls smacking against the inside of her thick thighs as she tightened her hold with them. Holding him inside of her as she bounced on top of it.
Deliberately moaning as she heard the pounding at the door, glancing over her shoulder with a whip of her pink hair. Imagining a frustrated Rei outside listening in. Muffling Takashi's feeble protests at her noise by pulling his head down into her bouncing breasts. Finges raking through his spiky, black hair cradling his face against her. His hot breath tickling her flawless skin, causing goosepimples to break out as he kissed and sucked on the two jostling globes pressed against him.
"Serves that bitch right." Saya thought devilishly feeling Takahis's lip wrap around her pert nipple.
Sucking it into his mouth, trapping it between them as his tongue began to flick and turn it over with his skilled tongue. Her next desperate, panting moan completely unintentional as she squirmed grinding herself against that powerful pole of his.
Outside the door, a concerned Hisashi knocked again as he heard what sounded like a pain groan emanate from within.
"You guys okay?" He asked, hand on the doorknob as he rattled it." What are you guys doing in there?"
Beside him, frowning, Rei rolled her eyes. Wanting to look angry, instead her pixie like face only managed to make it look like a sultry pout. Her arms crossed over the front of her bust. Her breasts swelling out above and beneath her slender arms.
"You really are clueless sometimes, you know that." She snapped towards the gray-haired teen through gritted teeth speaking over another of Saya's breathy moans.
"What?" Hisashi said watching her walk away joining Ms. Shizuka as the latter divided bottles of water into every purse, bag or backpack the busty nurse had been able to scrounge up.
Taking care to ensure each bag wouldn't too so heavy as to slow down the wearer when they made their frantic dash. Insisting they all had to carry some both in case they got separated and to try and carry as much of the precious fluid as they could just in case. Proving that, deep beneath those giant marshmallows, she actually had a brain after all.
"Hey guys, did you miss me?" The triumphant voice of the Desert Bandit asked boomed pushing open the door to the rustic tavern.
Almost hidden along the grimy small shops squeezed and twisted along the narrow, canted back alley streets where few honest men dared tread and fewer returned to tell of it. In its own way almost as dangerous as the Diablo desert it bordered. Which maybe why Yamcha felt so at home here among the scowling, hard-nosed denizens and the Black Bell in particular.
Worn chime ringing above his head as he stepped across the threshold into the smoke-wreathed atmosphere drawing barely a murmur from the patron's hunched over their tables. The lower level of the city's criminal underbelly presented bickering softly with each other over tattered, faded cards trading slivers of information for a chance at a big score. Most of whom considering the brash, young thief an upstart at best and an irritant at worst.
"Well guess who just pulled off another impossible score." He continued temptingly.
Pausing in the shadow of the doorway with his usual stylish swagger looking like he'd just stepped off the cover of romance novel. His muscular chest puffed out, chin slightly raised and his long, black mane of midnight-black hair draped past his broad, brawny shoulders. Large pommel of his dragon sword dangling from around his hip.
"Come on, anyone want to guess? At all?" He said somewhat crestfallen as no one answered.
"That's okay, I know how great you are." Puar chimed in closing the door behind him.
Girl resting a hand reassuringly past his sleeve against the naked flesh of his arm. In her Neko form. Her cat-like ears hidden beneath her Capsule Corp cap while her tail safely wrapped around her waist looking like a curious belt. The sack containing their blood ruby dandling from one slender arm over her shoulder.
Quickly noticing her arrival drew more stares from the seedy locals than she would have preferred. Her adorable face frowning beneath the soft, silky bangs of her brown hair as she stepped more possessively towards Yamcha. Her hand sliding down his arm to join his rough, thick fingers wrapping around them. Side of one breast swelling outward as it pressed against the hard, muscled sinew of his arm as she leaned against him.
Hint of a rosy bloom appearing on her cheeks until she noticed Yamcha staring up the winding staircase to the balcony above overlooking the smoke-filled den. Numerous bored looking women leaning sensually against the chipped and cracked banister. Voluptuous bodies clad only with the thinnest gossamer of g-strings thinly pressed against their womanly mounds. Breasts, large and small, on fully display as they looked down at the men below. Occasionally giving an enticing, beckoning look when they caught the gaze of one. Such as one did with Yamcha.
Her too red, painted lips parting in an alluring smile as flat as it was rehearsed, Sasha leaned further forward. Perky, firm breasts sliding forward over the banister swelling outward for the bandit to see in all their glory.
An Indian beauty with riveting, dark emerald eyes and rich brown skin. Long, ebony hair braided and reaching down to her shapely round ass. Two plump half crescents which bounced and jiggled with the slightest of movements she made. Yet, standing all-but naked in high heels, she managed to give herself a certain alluring, aristocratic bearing and smug detachment. No doubt fueling rumors she was a distant cousin to King Chappa passed over for the throne and seeking to humiliate her family linage by degrading her body to whatever man would pay for it. Rumors which only made men desire her more. Of which Yamcha was no exception, entranced by the caramel-colored tits swaying above his head.
Rolling her eyes Puar gave an incessant tug on her partner's arm pulling him away from the tavern's doorway. Her eyes scanning across the smoke-wreathed, scarred hunched at the well-worn table. Tattered cards clutched between grizzled, leathery hands or risking games of chance on hand painted dice they'd dropped from clinking cups.
More than a third of them wearing the uniforms of the People Liberation Army either as part of the city's garrison or opportunists turned mercenaries. Deserters who fled following the disastrous failed "liberation" of the self-styled "Ox-King" who'd carved for himself a small fiefdom.
"What's with the hurry, Puar?" Yamcha complained.
The young thief and bandit craning his head peering up to the smoke-stained timbers of the rafters. Disappointed to see the fickle Sasha's interest had already moved on to another potential admirer with a fat money purse and little brains. And so missing the grizzled gambler pushing back his seat, cup rattling in hand, to shoot until he collided with it. Knocking the man's hand painted from the tumbler rolling across the middle of the table to land showing a single red dabbed side each.
Much to the amusement of his blonde opponent. Reaching over to pull the messy pile of coins to her side of the table despite his protest as she watched the clueless bandit walk past.
"You know what she's like if we keep her waiting." Puar warned him in reply." Not to mention Barbie dolls have less plastic in them than that sultry "Princess" up there."
That last bit added with a dark, humorous grin as the young woman pushed out her own chest for emphasis. Which unlike the doe-eyed doxy upstairs, Puar could attest were completely and totally her own. Hem of her tank top sliding down as her pushed out breasts swelled outward over the edges.
Mischievous twinkle appearing in her eyes as she heard Yamcha incredulous protest on Sasha's behalf. Looking back at those vanishing caramel-colored boobs as she turned, plump ass shaking, one dainty arm wrapped around a lover as they retired to one of the many upper rooms.
"Men really are bad at telling these sort of things, aren't they?" Puar said following his gaze." Or maybe you just want to believe."
Biting her lip hesitating to say her next suggestion. Hoping he didn't notice the growing pink blush to her face or how her body trembled ever so slightly as she slowed moving beside him again. Wrapping his strong, muscular arm around her waist. Or maybe she did hope he'd notice.
"If you want, maybe I could model some different kinds for you. Sasha's included. Until you can, like tell the difference?" She said coming out more as a nervous, squeak rush than the sultry invitation she'd intended it to be.
Wide-eyed, the teen bandit's face turned around to face her. Almost not believing he'd heard her correctly. Through before he could open his mouth to respond a voice like sandpaper cut him off.
"There you two are!" Fortuneteller Baba berated the couple. ." You know, it isn't polite to leave your elders waiting. We might not be here when you get around to showing up."
The diminutive, stoop old woman sitting hunched over a table further apart than the others. Her tiny back facing the wall. A shriveled hand resting against the opened manuscript of a book bound in queer, thickly blotched and brown leather. Faded, tallow pages nearly as creased as her wrinkled face as she looked up glaring at the two with sunken eyes. Stringy purple hair falling loosely from beneath the brim of her pointed, black hat. Along with the shapeless black gown she wore around her decrepit body giving her the appearance of sinister Halloween costume played serious.
Thin, shriveled lips curling into a joy-less, nearly toothless smile at the pair as they pulled out seats across from her. Legs of the chairs scraping loudly against the rough, uneven floor as the two of them sat down.
Her beady eyes lingering on Puar's smooth, blemish-free skin for a moment before, with a huff, shifted to the weighted bag the brown-haired girl dropped with a clunk on the wooden table.
"Just relax, will you? We ran into some difficulties but we got your stupid bauble." Yamcha insisted.
Leaning his forearms against the table as the young teen hunched forward. Something he had to do to even remotely be on head level with the stunted woman seated across from him. His eyes lingering onto the yellow-stained pages of her book seemingly only slightly older than she was. At the harsh, jagged and incomprehensible lettering inked down the side of one page in a flowing, shaky script. As if the writer had been resisting, fighting the hellish words being drawn onto the parchment.
Wholly ignorant of the dreaded black speech Domus Durbentia which marked the book as the dreaded Liber Ex Umbra. The page opposite was a rough charcoal-like sketch illustration showing a monstrous clown looming menacingly over from behind a small, terrified child. A single balloon rising from the clown's clawed, clenched hand.
"That means you did something stupidly reckless that nearly ruined everything. Just like when you tried to save the Sleeping Princess." Baba said slamming the dusty pages of her book closed.
A wrinkled hand resting on its cover as she listened to the desert thief's inevitable excuses. Bony tips of her fingers tapping impatiently against the bound, tanned skin of the book as she felt the dark energies radiating from within the cloth sack. Almost welcoming the feathery prickling she felt from it.
Blood Ruby. Wyrdstone. Crystalized magic. In the right hands, Baba, knew the crimson stone could do wonders. And there were few hands more "right" than her wrinkled ones. The relic of an age few remembered and fewer wanted too. When the skies had bled and wild magic had inflamed the world.
Knowing with it and the other ingredients her two bumbling helpers had managed to retrieve for her she now had everything she needed to finish her beauty potion. And reverse some of the toll of the years pressed against her.
Only reluctantly turning her attention back to the desert thief. Much as she didn't want too.
"That was your own fault. If you had explained what IT was none of that would have happened." Yamcha said defensively." Besides we got you your kooky item out from under that Lucifer guy's nose didn't we? Through why you wanted the blood of some old Count I'll never know."
Baba sighing softly to herself. Wondering if she should have bothered with one of her undead warriors. Yet each of the tasks had seemed so slight as to be a waste of even a minute of the limited time she could grant each warrior's soul.
"Even diluted with age, the blood of the Sacred Ancestor still holds much potency that can be harnessed." She answered tediously." So what idiocy did you attempt now? I warned you not to take Jagreen Lern lightly. Cursed with the devil's luck, that one."
Puar shaking her head as she made a face, stomach growing queasy at the memory of Lern's demise. Fingers of her left hand idly tracing along the contours of Yamcha's muscularly arm.
"Not anymore. We watched him die…it was horrible." She said staring accusingly at the conjurer seated across from them." Yamcha could have gotten hurt fighting off the monstrous hex victim that did it too."
"Those are the risks I pay him to take so I don't have too." Baba dismissed with a curdling smile that bared her few remaining teeth to the duo.
"Speaking of which…" The teen coughed poignantly." Despite that Jianghsi-wannabe, we got what you asked for."
Fortuneteller Baba merely sighed at his coarse but not unexpected demand. Reaching to remove her hat as she slipped a wrinkled hand inside. Pulling out a small, bronze key from its lining that would open a deposit box at the city's bank.
"I supposed you did do that, after all." Baba said grudgingly, the wrinkles of her face deepening in a frown through as she thought about what he'd said." You said something about a Vampire?"
Letting her hand linger on the key as she slide it across the table. Struck by the worrisome thought that Count Lucifer may have tracked down the intruders to his castle lair after all. It had been centuries since he'd left its protective walls but one never could tell.
"Well he didn't exactly hop or anything but he was pale and gray." Yamcha answered his own hand snaking forward to take the key away from her." And he bite through that Jagreen character's jugular like Bela Lugosi on the late show."
Failing to see his employer's face pale, a nervous bead appearing rolling down the side of the old witch's face. A ghostly chill running down her spine unlike anything she'd experienced since that time she accidently stumbled upon the profane, desert temple of Khonshu, the moon god. The prospect of an angry Vampire lord seeming almost quaint now.
"He was the victim of a hex?" She asked Puar pointedly.
Even as the crone tried to reassure herself what she feared was impossible. The Outer Gods were little more than forgotten myth at this point. Their fanes and alters crumbled to dust. Even during the reign of the Demon-King they'd been but pale, neglected shadows enslaved to their former champion. And thus the children of Nergal could never rise again.
"I'll say. Guy got bitten by this half dead prisoner. Just had slit the guy's throat and everything but he somehow clung to life despite that." Yamcha shrugged." Then a couple of minutes later he's doing that Bela Lugosi impression I told you about. It was creepy. Like his entire soul just drained out of his eyes."
Puar nodding in agreement. There hadn't been anything remotely human about the creature other than its husk of a shell. Even Lucifer had held some atom of his humanity in those beautiful if deadly looking eyes of his.
"It was like he was starting to decay right in front of us. His skin rotting on his bones. It was awful. But he was no match for Yamcha-he just took him down. Boo-yah!" The Neko said, perking up, as she raised her own arms up.
Pantomiming a fight as she punched the air. Her enthusiasm contrasted by the crone's deepening concern. Numbly accepting the blood ruby filled bag Puar pushed across towards her. The old witch looking like her worst fears had come true. Which they had.
Not saying anything as Yamcha started to rise holding up the bronze key reading the number written across it.
"Come on Puar, let's go cash in our payday." He said flipping the key and catching it in the palm of his hand." And it better be all there or we'll be back."
Not that there was any reason for the fortuneteller to still be here but it sounded just like the sort of thing the tough, badass hero would say in the movies. Not to mention he was hoping to see Sasha again.
His thoughts, and rising body, stopped when he felt a slender but strong fingers slide across his shoulders. Teen's eyes nearly bursting from his suddenly blushing face as he turned to find himself staring down a taunt stretched green tank top. Thin material molded against the pair of large, round globes they were struggling to contain. Softly squishing each causing them to swell and rise over the edge deepening the ravine of cleavage which Yamcha's eye's sunk into. Wavy, gold blonde hair falling down around the edges of his vision as he stared entranced at the bust held inches from his face.
"Not going anywhere, are ya?" The notorious and feared bandit Launch whispered into his ear." You just won me bit of money, little guy. And I thought the best way to celebrate was a cute guy like you buying me a drink."
Ending Yamcha's incoherent, stammering babble as the grip on his shoulder tightened painfully, clear she wasn't interested in hearing his refusal. Relaxing her grip finally, she slinked into a chair beside the bandit.
The front of her top straining to cover her rising breasts spilling into view. Much to the annoyance of Puar who glared icily at the new woman. Wondering what it was the blonde truly wanted with her Yamcha.
Launch in turn frowned as she saw the desert bandit's gaze still glued to her chest. Table rattling as she slapped a Chinese officer's pistol in front of her with a heavy thud to get his attention.
"Hey…it's polite to look a person in the eyes when she's talking to you. Sheesh. Were you raised by wolves or something?" Launch said blowing a wavy strand of blonde hair from her face.
A siren beginning to play in the distance echoing through the city. Starting low it quickly rose in sound and pitch. Those in PLA uniforms responding looking at each other with worried, confused expression. Launch meanwhile continued not paying attention to the rising sound.
"So are you going to behave or am I going to have to rough you up a little?" She asked leaning forward as she squeezed the desert bandit's cheeks and chin." Cause I'd hate to see a boyish face like this ruined by some messy scars."
"Run…just run, damn it!" Takuzo screamed, heedlessly of the Ghouls his voice would attract, as he grabbed at the dark-haired woman's slender hand pulling her behind as he barreled through the staggering bodies of Them.
Knocking a way through the gasping, wheezing things for him and his small, desperately fleeing group. A former classmate, their face bleached a cadaver's gray, clawing at him as he pushed past. Splintered fingernails scratching, digging into the sleeve of his school jacket latching as the thing tripped. Its legs dragging underneath its body skidding across the bloodstained tiles trying to stop him. Or maybe out of some frantic desire for him to save it as the febrile diseased eyes of the creature looked up at the black-haired boy's brown with some faint glimmer of remaining humanity.
Clouded over, turning a milky and unnatural white, with crimson veins striated through the edges of the oily film. Widening in recognition in parallel with Takuzo's.
"Kenji…" The name springing to the young boy's lip as both a curse and lament.
Feeling the fingers of the Ghoul's hand flex, its hold loosening ever so slightly. A bubbling sound escaping past its curdled lips which smiled at hearing its name. At a familiar voice. Bits of Takuzo's own name it fought to speak struggling to escape its throat. Dying off midway through in a frustrated hiss. Perhaps realizing, if only for that fleeting moment, how far they'd fallen and how in another breath or two there would only be the beast the former human felt growing inside of him. A naked, relentless creature driven by instincts and appetites rather than reason.
"Fuck…let go of me man!" Takuzo screamed tucking towards his former classmate as he rammed him into the wall-lined lockers.
Metal buckling as the two collided against it, the mortal cushioned by the Ghoul, allowing him to slip free from the thing's gasp. Rearing the free armed in question, a cracked and gore-splattered club held tightly in his clenched fingers, swinging his weapon across the Ghoul's face ending its very inhuman moan with a splintering of bone and cartilage. Its head banging against the dented locker a second time leaving a bloody smear as it slumped. Serving to attract others of its kind who closed around attracted by the sound of the fighting.
Mostly ignoring the receding footsteps of Takuzo's group for believed closer prey. Not that it would fool them for long. The pushing bodies already squatting grabbing at Kenji's body rudely discovering the chill of death was already imbued within its unmoving limbs and congealing, infected blood.
Noticing her worried expression, the boy smiled thinly trying to reassure Naomi reading the concern welling in her eyes. A hollow thing, his smile, all dead and empty inside. Having seen too much, done too much, to have the sparkle of innocence it once did.
"I'm fine. Takuzo quickly assured her checking his arm.
Relieved not to find any scratches or bite marks which had penetrated the skin. Both of them already seeing how what happened to those that happened too. His heart shuddering at the thought of Naomi becoming like his former classmates. Watching the humanity burn away from her tortured, withering body. Her beautiful face turning into a hunger-fueled grimace of deathly gray just like Kenji's was becoming.
Swearing with all his might that he'd wouldn't let it come to that. One way or the other if it came to it. He just had to make sure it didn't come it.
Ahead, gleaming like an oasis in the desert, was a flight of steps leading to the next level of the school and hoped for sanctuary. Putting more distance between them and their pursuer. More places to hide until rescue came. Someone would come for them, wouldn't they? The Police or the Military? He just had to keep himself and Naomi safe until then. He was sure of it.
A few Ghouls were visible on the steps, a few more appearing from the higher level, tripping over each other as they blindly attempted to navigate their way down. One comically slipping and falling forward smashing its head against the hand rail on its way down landing in a heap at the bottom of the steps. Not that the cuts or bruises seemed to affect the creature much as it raggedly started to lift itself back up. Turning its face towards the couple, busted eye leaking down its cheek.
"I-I think so." Naomi answered between hurried pants of breath.
Her chest burning from running as did her aching legs. Dark-haired with a pretty face and figure through not one most boys really remembered. Lacking the mature curves of the school nurse or some of the more well-endowed students. Her smaller bust still bouncing uncontrollably with every frantic step she took regardless however. Pushing out even more as the girl twisted arching her shoulder to look behind them.
Short black hair swishing, curling back from the side of her face as she peered back not at the growing number of Ghouls but to the Blank Man striding forward calmly from behind their ranks. Through even as her mind whispered the fearful name she recoiled from such an association. The thing before her a "man" only in the most grotesque outline and even that guise was faltering, crumbling away.
Appearing, if only for the moment, as a spindly, tall creature with distended, gangly arms. Wide, stretching shoulders arched forward as it hunched forward towering above the heads of the Ghouls it slipped between with unnatural grace and pose. Lacking entirely the clumsy movements of Them. Front of his teacher's uniform tearing open revealing a skeletal ribcage and sunken midsection. Once wrinkled skin tightening, smoothing out as it fastened tightening against the bones. Becoming slick and amorphous like melting wax as it shifted and pulsated.
From which hideous, toothless gaping faces would cancerous sprout and recede like pustules across his shifting torso. Each face trapped within a torturous sliver of eternal torment and misery.
From atop its crown, now bleached a shocking white, fell its unkempt, ratty hair which hung over its face. Yet behind the stringy strands where eyes should be there was naught but naked, unmarked flesh and some of the dark, inky strands of tattooed writing which seemed to writhe and crawl across his body like coiling serpents. Below that dominating the lower half of its face was an enlarged mouth cruelly twisted in to a caricature of a smile. Hanging open, shark-like teeth on display, to allow a thick, ropy black tongue to dangle in the air.
Excitedly curling up along the side of its face as it turned its head towards Naomi who shivered. Reminded, despite the lack of eyes and gross proportions, of how Yagi Sokihei the teacher the Blank Man had crawled itself from the inside out from, would sometimes stare at her in the halls. Especially late in the afternoons after the drinks he would sneak at lunch would have time to affect him.
Those eyes always filled with such needful, unpleasant hunger for her otherwise out of place on the taciturn, gray-haired little man still haunted by the war in the Pacific islands. One which for him had lasted longer for most being shot down on one of those unfathomable specks of land only to be rescued decades later. The other students would whisper behind his back about the queer, violent tribe of natives he'd been found living on the island with and what he must have done to survive.
Naomi had ran from the discussion when it turned to what the islanders supposedly would do to the maiden they sacrificed each year to their brooding god. To see that hideous gaze return on the thing's inhuman face made her shudder twisting away from the sight of it. But not before the Blank Man casually stepped out from between the Ghouls as it reached for a straggler from their group. The student, a boy, turning pale as he sensed the monstrous creature behind him. Uselessly turning swinging his metal up at the creature's face which it caught between two fingers effortlessly snapping the pole in two.
The top piece toppling falling through the air following by ribbons of crimson as the young man's cry was cut short. The thing's diamond-hard talons bursting upwards through his chest lifting him up with a mocking laugh. Its tongue shooting out licking at some of the blood dribbling from the youth's mouth before wrapping around his throat. The fleshy tendril tightening cutting off any breath as it sliced through the poor boy's flesh. Burrowing through it, blood seeping out between the tightening coils, before snapping the bone in half.
Lifeless body crumpling trampled beneath the towering figure to be pounced upon by the Ghouls which trailed like a tide of ravenous rats behind the nightmarish creature. Whip-like tongue wetly cracking in the air recoiling, twisting back into its mouth. Sending hot droplets of warm, sticky blood raining down through the air splattering against Naomi who twisting blotting out the sight by burying her face into Takuzo's shoulder. Feeling the boy running beside her grip tighten around her hand. Sparing herself the sight of the boy's face appearing taking his place beside the other silently screaming ones across the Blank Man's chest.
"Don't look at it, Naomi! Come on, we're almost there." Takuzo's warned breathlessly.
Fighting his own temptation to look back over his shoulder at the approaching creature. Not wanting to see how much closer it was since he last looked. Imagining he could already feel the thing's rancid breath tickling the back of his neck as he and Naomi hit the bottom rung of the staircase barreling upwards through the descending racks of the undead.
Reluctantly letting go of her hand as he gripped his bat with both hands hurriedly swinging it upwards at one blocking their path. The wood glancing off the slope of the thing's skull with a sharp, hard cracking sound helping to clear the way as it fell sideways. Brushing shoulders with another Ghoul who instinctively twisted raking blood encrusted nails at its dead, lifeless face as the two momentarily grappled. The rest of the world forgotten by them.
"What every you do, don't stop!" Takuzo called back to the others following at their heels as he ducked beneath the swiping arm of another Ghoul.
Stepping under the outstretched limb as he slammed his shoulder into its armpit knocking the unclean thing off balance and out of Naomi's way. Falling sideways slipping down across the railing as the dark hair girl brushed against its flailing body. Which contorted grabbing at the sleeve of her school uniform. Fabric tearing open along her arm ripping off a long strip clenched in its clenched, gray fingers. Exposing part of the pale skin of her shoulder and arm which shivered and crawled at its clammy touch. Choking back bile and revulsion as a hand swiped clawing at her face for purchase.
Muscles along the chalky gray skin of its neck bulging as the still slipping and falling Ghoul turned its head after her with a drawn, wrenching creaking sound. Sides rupturing splitting down the middle showing the tissue flexing beneath. Turning to an impossible degree beyond its own shoulder tracking after him. Blasted, curdled breath hitting her full in the face increasing her stomach churning disgust reeking of fetid decay and charnel.
The girl frantically raising her hands palms out as she thrust them forward into the thing's gamy back and shoulder. Shoving the contorted, twisted corpse away from her and sending it toppling forward onto the stairs. The back of the thing's head scraping against the lip of a step as it skidded writhing down them. Tearing out gashes of hair and shriveled, dried gray skin.
"Takuzo!" The word and name bubbling from her lips even before she realized it.
The terrified woman, heart hammering in her chest, freezing in place as she watched the Ghoul's body catapult away from her. Landing in a jumbled heap of limbs as it slide all the way down to the bottom. Watching the others of their ragtag group leap out of it sway or even over it. The terror of what lay behind them far too great to stop.
Above, running to the top of the stairs, hearing his name Takuzo faltered his previously ceaseless stride. Foot resting against the platform of the second floor as he looked back realizing Naomi had fallen behind. All around him more Ghouls appeared over the mouth of the stairwell swiftly blocking off any pass forward as he turned rushing back down the steps towards her.
A feat which did not go unnoticed by the Blank Man. Either by the small kernel of him that still was the school teacher Yagi Sokihei or by the invasive force which now seized and molded the living clay of his body. Breaking its lethargic stride with a whip-crack of steely sinew. Swinging its elongated arms holding them out behind as it tilted forward running. Weaving between the undead and past the other survivors who were buffeted and knocked aside off their feet by the expanding wake of rushing air dragged behind the Blank Man. A rung step cracking, splintering apart as it sagged beneath its foot as the Blank Man leapt catapulting up the stairs towards Naomi.
Joint of an arm twisting with a boisterous crack as a hand folded backwards bending up behind the Blank Man's neck. Plunging fingers through the amorphous, bubbling back to clench ripping at the embedded bone. Tattered cloth of its ruin shirt ripping apart as the writhing flesh beneath parted and peeled open for the grisly trophy. Gory black stringlets stretching and snapping apart from the yellowish-green ribbed bone. The wound filling and reknitting itself.
Iridescent glow, sickly and unclean, sweeping down along the length of the club like bone as the Blank Man swung its arm back around with a squelching pop. Shoulder bulging forward then sinking back into place. Knotted muscle bursting outward through the disintegrating fibers of the sleeve forming into the fanged-rimmed mouth of another screaming skull.
The purple light, leaving befouled streaks through the air where it passed, dancing like a flame along the flayed backbone which sprouted and lengthened in the Blank Man's hand. Spiked teeth, irregular and jagged like a crocodiles, sprouted pushing out along one edge as the very top contracted and narrowed reshaped by the devilish fire becoming a butcher's cleaver. Grooves for finger holds forming beneath the abomination's grasp as bone spurs cracked the lower half twisting upwards like curling horns to form a bleached, interlocking hand guard. Here and there along the yellowed bone the iridescent light licked etching indecipherable writings and symbols in dark, soot-black letterings. Before finally dousing itself from the transformed weapon.
Landing fleet of foot, the beam of the step shattering and sagging beneath its weight, the thing fluidly raised an arm. Extending and sweeping it upwards towards the frozen Naomi. Who stared past over the creature's shoulder at where it had been the instant before. Eyes fluttering turning downcast widening in realization as her mind belatedly processed what happened as the jagged sword swept towards her face. Only to pull back at the warning scream, only the stray tips of a few strands of her dark hair severed, as the thing evaded stepping backwards the careening bat of Takuzo.
Attacking like a wild man as he stepped past the girl down the stairs leaping over the crushed hole left by the creature's landing following it in a frantic frenzy. Fueled by fear and anger his entire body trembled with barely contained fury. For an instant, a very brief moment at the zenith of his onslaught, it almost seemed like the air around him crackled and electrified with energy distorting and shimmering around his body like an angelic aura.
The bat clenched in his bloodless-white grasp, the soft wood starting to pulp and crack beneath his digging fingers, a blur as he launched dozens of attacks. Each of which the Blank Man nimbly avoided almost mockingly. And all too quickly the flurry of attacks slowed and sputtered out.
Only then, hand driving faster than a mortal eye could follow, did the thing plunge his the blunt tip of his monstrous cleaver hammering it through the wheezing and gasping Takuzo's chest. The boy freezing in pain and surprise, bat falling from his suddenly slack fingers, as he looked down at the embedded bone-sword as the Blank-Man let out a weary sigh. Its voice the hiss of molten steel slicing through a tender throat echoed with the din of blood-soaked iron. Warbling in inflection, voice and timber. The torment of a thousand-thousand damned souls pouring forth from the thing's lips speaking in unison.
"Pathetic…"It growled, crushing Takuzo's head in one giant palm as it shoved him off its blade.
Stepping back up the steps towards Naomi. The girl's face slack staring with disbelieving eyes not at the approaching horror but at the boy's lifeless body falling discarded on the steps. The other survivors cringing back from the thing attempting to flatten themselves against the school's walls as they waited to see if they'd be killed by it or the Ghouls. The latter holding back almost as if respecting the dreadful nameless thing that had been Mr. Sokihei.
Or perhaps they were simply as frightened by it as everyone else. Looming shape rising above towering over Naomi's head as the thing continued to grumble.
"I thought perhaps to protect you he'd…insects. Even trapped in this puny shell, mere gnats." It vented angrily." A tally of gnats. Is this all your kind has been reduced to since the Heroic Age? All you can offer me in challenge?"
Raising the serrated edge of its sword against the unflinching Naomi's throat. Her eyes trembling, filling with tears, but she didn't cry out. Didn't attempt to turn and run. She knew it was pointless. And even if it hadn't, where would she go? No. Her mind made up, the dark-haired girl closed her tearing eyes. Shimmering, wet droplets of which ran down staining her cheeks as he waited to join Takuzo. Her friend and protector.
"You're a brave one. Or foolish." Its fire-tinged voice rasped feeling the scathing stink of its breath on her face." Regardless, another tally of flesh."
Pulsating muscle scissoring across its misshapen back as it began to press the uneven, dagger teeth against her throat. Small cry escaping her clenched lips despite herself as a small trickle of blood began to well up before the Blank Man's arm was struck knocking it away from her.
Naomi's eyes fluttering open to catch a glimpse of long purple hair billowing in her face as a second blow connected with the abomination's lower jaw knocking it backwards. The projectile the formerly tightly coiled leg and driving toe of her foot of Naomi's rescuerer as the other woman nimbly swung herself over the backwards teetering leviathan.
Gripping the ruptured forearm she'd just struck with her training sword, Saeko had used it for leverage swinging upwards sailing past overhead the falling Blank Man who plummeted back down the steps. The sword mistress spinning outward as she landed past its crashing form. Her skirt buoyed and twirling sliding up from her thick, sculpted thighs as she landed in a kneeling crouch.
Flashing white panties which strained to cover shrinking against the ample curves which they hugged. Pale, white flesh swelling outward from beneath the sliding material clinging to the ample crescent cheeks. Muscles rippling beneath the creamy white skin of her toned thighs and legs. Tensing in anticipation as the lavender-haired woman rose her head to the shadowy Ghouls which surrounded her voluptuous form. A dagger smile etched across her face as she vanished beneath the tide of grasping bodies.
The surviving students huddled in disbelief around the base of the stairs watched convinced the mad woman had thrown her life away. Unprepared for the explosive assault of atomizing skulls and hard, shattering strikes against their bodies as the crowded ring of Ghouls were cut apart. Flayed, torn bodies knocked spiraling back from the risen Saeko. Black, tainted blood dripping from the edge of her raised training sword she held posed her snow white hands raised in front of her wickedly smiling face. Her eyes alight with carnage and destruction as she surveyed her handiwork as the bodies dropped littering outward from around her.
Only then lowering her blade, flicking it clean with a practiced gesture, turning and planting the tip against the ruined tile floor. Looking above as she watched the dark-haired Takashi flitter over the railing landing beside her. Unlike her rigid, almost statue-like pose, his body was held loose. Hands held open as he raised them at his sides ready to shift his posture and technique to the changing situation.
"What kept you?" Saeko teased, corners of her mouth upturning into a more affectionate smirk.
"I knew you could handle them." Takashi nonchalantly replied back.
Both their eyes on the Blank Man stirring on the floor. For her part, standing above on the wide staircase, Naomi looked down at the seemingly felled titan. A hand touching the red, stinging welt on her neck confirming in her shock that she was still alive.
Short, dark hair swishing as she turned following a sound from the steps above her. Flinching as the approaching Ghoul's skull was caved inward by the hard, swinging edge of a wooden bat. Wielded by the busty, pink-haired Saya as she pressed forward against the crumbling Ghoul wheeling her gore slick back behind her shoulder for another shattering blow ensuring that the thing would never rise.
Rei emerging from behind her driving the rusty nail of her spear through the side of a Ghoul's skull. Its mouth stretching open against the emerging point pushing through it as the agile brunette twisted lifting herself off the ground. Kicking her feet out as she swung towards Saya's face. The other woman's eyes widening behind her sliding glasses before she ducked allowing Rei's attack to connect to the Ghoul walking up the stairs behind the Pinkette knocking it over the railing to the ground below with a wet splat.
"Hey, watch it!" Saya angrily snapped popping her head back up." You nearly took my head off."
A slight but noticeable tension between the two women as the brunet offered only a mocking smile.
"Maybe next time I'll just let you get chomped on, eh?" An unapologetic Rei replied ripping her spear free from the original Ghoul's head.
Glancing hopefully to see if Takashi was watching and feeling a fluttering disappointment to see his eyes were elsewhere drawn to the immense and ever-shifting form of the Blank Man.
Her rival giving an irritable sigh as she stepped down to Naomi's level. Stretched front of her school uniform shifting under the weight of her moving breasts as she did.
"Sheesh, what's your problem?" The Pinkette asked with a huff not understanding the other's attitude.
The two of them acting as if they were chatting between classes instead of standing on the bloodsplattered steps of a monster-infested school. Even more incredulous to Naomi, she saw others appearing above. The busty nurse Shizuka and stern teacher Kyoko. The latter's nearly as large bust spilling out of a hastily homemade top. Straining knot sinking low against her mushrooming cleavage. Sides of her squeezed breasts pushing out and swelling over the sides. Standing at her shoulder looking down, the blonde nurse smiled down at Naomi as she called out. Cheerfully, and surreally, waving.
The sullen, overly tanned face of the school's own blonde Gyaru popping into view alongside a scrawny boy with glasses. Bunny seemingly more inconvenienced by being seen with him than she was about the entire apocalypse.
"Like, why does scary psycho lady get to spend time with the hunky dream-boat instead of me?" She whined glaring at the other boy as if it was his fault.
Her slender, tan-brown arms struggling to carry the filled duffel bag of water and other supplies Shizuka had collected. The boy, Naomi thought she recognized him as Kazu the nurse's assistant, wearing an exhausted expression as he rolled his eyes from behind the lenses of his glasses.
"Maybe it's because you don't know how to fight and she does?" He suggested with a sigh.
Staring wistfully through the blood-smeared hall at the lavender-haired woman. Her entire lithe but strong body held posed to strike. Ignoring the bleached blonde as she stuck her nose up giving a small "Hmmmph!" at his answer.
Behind them, covering the retreat, came Hisashi. The gray-haired boy stepping backwards towards the steps striking the converging Ghouls or gripping them sending them hurling into the walls and lockers with tremendous force.
"You guys might want to hurry!" He shouted over his shoulder." I think we've rung the dinner bell for every last one of these fuckers."
Still heading down the steps, continuing past Naomi, Saya looked back up behind her towards him. Kyoko and Shizuka stepping in front of him heading down the steps as the boy backtracked to the lip of the stairwell. The irongrip of one hand sinking around the face and mouth of a Ghoul shoving its jaws shut hard enough to buckle teeth. Fingers digging inside the sides of its chalky gray skin as he lifted and pushed back its entire head. The band of his other fingers wrapped around the thing's forearm as he pried them away from his own throat. Tearing both from the offending Ghoul's body by the roots.
Swinging the arm like a club as he battered away at their pressing ranks. Still the student of the Crane had a devilish smile on his face.
"Once we get outside and have room to move it won't matter." Saya called back to him." We can run circles around these slow, blind things if we have too."
Her pink twintails swishing from side to side as she turned her head back around. Tickling Kazu's face as he stepped behind her. Sneezing a little as he turned and smiled at the still numb Naomi. Nearly bumping into her as Bunny pushed him aside as she made her way down the steps.
"You're coming with us, aren't you?" He asked Naomi and the others of her huddled group.
Placing his hand gently on the dark-haired girl's shoulder as she looked at him with a glassy expression. Her mind still trying to process that she wasn't dead. A pile of raw, torn meat on the ground beside the fallen Takuzo.
"With you?" She said slowly without real comprehension.
"Yes. We're heading for the school's minibus. Ms. Shizuka has the keys." Kazu helpfully pointed at the blonde, massive chest wobbling with each step she took." And…well almost anyplace has to be better than here."
"But the mister Sokihei…the Blank Man…" She said slowly looking across to where the mighty creature rose.
Only, all thoughts of her apparently forgotten, it advanced towards Saeko and Takashi. Twirling its bone sword in its large, monstrous hand.
"Don't worry. You may not believe it but if anyone can handle themselves it's those two." Kazu assured her taking her hand.
Fingers slipping around hers as he gave her that sincere, compassionate smile of his guiding the Naomi down the steps. Glancing past the twisted, hemorrhaging back of the giant creature to Saeko. The sword mistress holding out her sword as she motioned offering Takashi the first honors.
"I know you can handle him." Saeko said with a sly sliver of a smile.
Causing the dark, spiky-haired boy to shake his head ruefully as the Blank Man approached. Watching as his group and the survivors of Naomi's slipped past behind it as they made for the minibus.
" All right, don't cry if you don't get a turn then." Takashi said.
The beast's sword chopping downward to cleave open his body. Only for the student of the Turtle School to bend his knees as he lunged propelling himself forward. Strong gust of wind blowing backwards lifting back Saeko's skirt flashing her panties to the splattered hall. Not that see seemed to mind. Her hunter's eyes locked watching as Takashi slipped underneath the giant's descending sword arm.
Driving the wedge of his palm upwards like a jackhammer into the thing's wrist both to weaken its grasp on its weapon and help direct twisting the sword harmlessly away from either of them. His own arm stretching out as Takashi rose pushing it aside cocking his other fist in the first of an explosive series of rabbit punch to the abomination's stomach and abdomen.
Staggering the creature, causing it to reel backwards for a moment. Much to the shock of Takashi. Having not held back in the slightest with his punches. Knowing he was capable of breaking stones if he applied himself. Yet the damnable flesh of these creature seemed of sterner stuff. Giving as he punched then elastically springing back with only minor damage. Vile, tainted blood seeping out from quickly healing wounds.
Feeling his own blood chill at the thing's exhilarated laugh. Like the whistling shriek of exploding mortars tinged with the dying screams of the wounded.
"Yes…at last, perhaps you'll provide some small amusement." It chuckled in a voice of creaking iron." Both of you. At your leisure."
Stretching its morphing mouth into a smile showing off rows of needle like teeth. Saliva pooling in the corners running down over its rubbery chin. Flesh around its empty hand bubbling as violet flames erupted around it. Causing the skin to blacken and shrivel pulling back from the reshaping bones of its palm.
Taking the form of a weighted mallet. Either end the vacant, black-eyed mask of a skull connected to a bony stalk or growth where the hand had been. Lashed and tied tethering with living, red tendrils which ran throbbing back up the thing's still fleshy arm.
"What the fucking hell are you…" A taken back Takashi blurted out.
Watching the last of the ember, purple flames die away from the transformed appendage.
"My names our legion." The thing announced quite proudly." The degenerate men of Leng worship me as the Devourer. The Stygians feared me as the Black Pharaoh. Then there's Tally-Man. Blank Man. Yagi Sokihei. Most, though, know me simply as their demise."
Raising its twin weapons as it advanced upon the two mortals.
"You really made this?" Tsunoda asked impressed hefting Hirano's modified nail thrower.
The trouble maker and delinquent standing in front of the desk the pudgy Otaku had picked for himself. Or rather Misuzu and Toshimi had chosen. The brown haired Mizusu sitting on the desk, letting her legs drape over the side, as she stared out the window. Growing progressively more numb to the transformed world she saw beyond the thin safety of the glass. Alternating with distasteful stares at the bleached blonde Tsunoda. Toshimi seeming more optimistic. One hand resting on the Otaku's shoulder equally mesmerized by the jury-rigged weapon. Indeed it had been her interest and questions in it which had first attracted Tsunoda interest.
"About four kilograms, right? About the same as a Type 38 rifle." Tsunoda appraised.
Making it the chubby geek's turn to impressed. Looking at his former tormentor and bully in a new light.
"Wait, you know about weapons?" He asked, unable to keep the surprise from his voice.
"A little. Great Grand-Uncle served in the Imperial Army during the Pacific War. So I got to grow hearing all these war stories of hunkering down in caves and eating rats to survive as they waited the Americans out." Tsunoda said with a shrug." Heh. Of course later in his life he started telling stories of how his island garrison was saved when a dinosaur fought and drove the Americans back into the sea so maybe the war got to him a little."
Handing the weapon delicately back to Hirano with the care normally reserved for newborn infants.
"But he was a crack shot. Even managed to smuggle his rifle home after the war. Used to take me out into the country and let me try firing it." Tsunoda said somewhat proudly.
Prompting Toshimi to lean forward. Front of her breasts pressing against the back of Hirano's head as she hugged her arms around his ample frame.
"Not as good as Kohta, I bet!" She said possessively." You should have seen him he was like "Pow" "Pow"! And all the Ghouls just fell down dead. It was, like, magic almost!"
Causing him to blush a little at her praise. Something he still was unaccustomed too other than the very occasional teacher he applied himself for. Certainly not from a cute girl cradling his head in her bosom.
"Well, I don't know about that…" Hirano stammered falteringly, face a bright sheen.
Rather relieved when volatile Tsunoda only smiled rather than be offended. Bringing one of his scuffed, bruised fists lightly up to the Otaku's cheek in a playful gesture.
"Guess we'll have to see about that at some point. Won't we?" The burly delinquent challenged.
Her back to them, Misuzu suddenly slide off standing up. Pressing the palm of her hand against the pane of glass as she peered excitedly down at the figures moving below.
"Hey-Hey look! I see people. Real people!" The brown-haired girl said urgently pointing to the students below racing across the teacher's parking lot." They're alive and I think-I think they're trying to escape!"
The others crowding around her, straining to look. Not least among them the slender, gangly Mr. Shido. The teacher's glasses catching the day's light causing his pupils to all but vanish as he peered outside.
"Well, well. I'd never expected Ms. Marikawa of all people would still be alive." He said softly to himself as the nurse appeared.
Struggling to run, those heavy breasts of hers swaying and bouncing with every jiggly step she took. Even from this distance he imagined he could see the noticeable and cartoonish sound effect with always seemed to accompany the good nurse.
"Very interesting…" He said out loud, a gleam of a predatory smile on his lips.
The first steps of a plan already forming in his agile, cruelly twisted mind.
Exile Soul Nomad: A very fair point. My grip on the story, and its focus, have been spiraling as of late. Some of that was because I was stuck with writer's block and unsure how to proceed with the "main plot". And I thank you very much for your questions. Honestly it surprised me in the best way that someone could be interested in my little story beyond gorn and boobs.
Korlinki: My apologies. It is admittedly an unusual crossover. One borne more from my own tastes and interests than any "logical sense". And I apologies for how unfocused my work has gotten in the last few chapters. I'm hoping you'll give me one, final chance but I more than understand if this isn't to your tastes.
WolfassassinKing: Thank you, I truly appreciate your kind words. All the more since I realize how much my work has been slipping as late.
Derpmaster9000: Heh. Replace "Busy" with "Lazy" and you'd be golden. But yeah, I do need to get a proof reader since its clear by now I don't know grammar. I suppose my reluctance has, ironically, been me being a little embarrassed and shy over the subject matter. Heh It always feels like I'd be going "Here's my big boob fantasy with violence and zombies. Please look over it and tell me what childish grammar errors I made."
DragonMaster4872: My apologies. I have been spending far too much time away from Takashi and the others for which I apologize.