Mitsumi showed hunger a few hours later to signal that lunch and a bathroom break was needed. After the lubricating gel was reapplied, Saitama had to admit that it was clearly helping Mitsumi work with him better.
"Hungry, dear?" Mitsumi asked and let him recline a bit more with her.
"Ah…yeah. I can eat," he nodded. "I wonder if it's possible to play and watch some shows at the same time, though…"
"You can split screen a lot of television displays now," King said over the voice chat.
"Master Saitama, I'm here now. Inichi informed me of everything," Genos said. "Is everything well?"
"Genos, Saitama wants to watch shows and play the game. King said it may be possible. Do you think you can walk us through some instructions?" Mitsumi asked. Genos was quick to pull up what model television was being used and easily walked Saitama through how to dual display the game and a television show. Saitama was impressed that he was able to move between the screens now.
"Thanks," Saitama said. "As it stands, we may need more security. My balcony window is open to keep the airflow moving through the room. Unless we get a ceiling fan, we really have no other way to keep cool."
"Master Saitama, you may want to close your balcony window. A storm is coming in," Genos said on checking the weather.
"Craaaap…I can't leave her side!" Saitama grimaced.
"Bring in Tacki. I believe, because she is pregnant, you give her more leeway than others because of her condition," Mitsumi pointed out.
"Oh! Yes! Do it," Saitama said. Tacki was quick to come in, and, as Mitsumi assumed, he had no irritated signs towards her at all.
"You look freaky," Tacki chuckled while she picked up around the room and closed up the balcony window.
"I know," Saitama chuckled back.
"At least you have Fumio and I that are able to be around you with no issues," Tacki said and sat down in a chair to talk to them. "I gotta admit, though. The place feels…different without you and Lady Mitsumi out there."
"I figured as much. Just two more days. Even if this red crap leaves, we should wait the extra day to make sure of no flare-ups," Saitama said.
"True. Okay. We can plan for that," Tacki agreed. "Oh! I need to make you a headband for your Wind Crane Clan costume! I completely forgot from the dojo building! Hold on. I may need you to break down some feathers. Let me build a design spec to get some ideas. Okay?"
"Oh! Ah…sure," Saitama chuckled and watched her leave and close the door to ensure no one else would disturb him.
"Kamikaze is aware," Genos said over the voice chat. "I'm in the main room now with the others. Within ten minutes the storm will be over us."
"Is our home set with backup generators in case there is a power outage?" Mitsumi asked. "I don't know how a storm would affect us from so many downed buildings. Do we have an idea?"
"Lightning Max actually recommended something. I was able to find the best option, so it is installed and working properly. It can safely power our home and a full mile around us for a full 24 hours. We can invest in a few more of these generators to set up where they will be needed," Genos said.
"Let's set them up underground safely," Mitsumi said. "This way none can try to sabotage them."
"We can definitely do that, Miss Mitsumi," Genos said. "I shall alert Shenjou to start searching and excavating the best areas to place them."
At the sound of thunder, Mitsumi gave a small wince and snuggled into Saitama's glowing red chest. He looked at her curiously and ran a hand over her back. "What's on your mind? Tell me."
"I remember many nights where we would be forced to find emergency shelter from storms," Mitsumi frowned. "With my new family, that is. I couldn't just take them into a city for shelter."
"I see…" Saitama frowned with her.
"We didn't have Inichi for quick escapes, too," she smiled and shrugged. "It was likely how I caught the fever. There was a storm that day. Anyways, when it was just me and Zenchu, it was easier for us to find shelter. He looked human, so no one questioned it. But when we saved Tacki? Rendor? Even the others? I mean…I wasn't going to leave them behind. If I couldn't go into a city for shelter with them, we roughed it in the outskirts. When we freed Inichi, he was able to easily get us to abandoned places."
"Amazing…" Saitama winced.
"What?" she had to ask.
"You are definitely the bravest and most amazing woman I have ever met," he whispered and ran a finger over her cheek. "No one will ever come close to who you are. What you did to survive. What you still do. I just…I'm always found speechless when I hear things like this."
"There's so much more, Saitama. I just…I don't know how much you want to hear. What more is there for me to say? You witness so much from me now. I still find it funny, though," she chuckled.
"What is?"
"They say being rich is easy. It can be…but only if you know who to trust."
"That makes the most sense I've ever heard," he nodded.
"I've been running…for so long…" she shivered and found herself pulled completely into his chest and squeezed tight.
"No more running," Saitama said and kissed her softly.
"Okay, Mitsumi. You have fully earned my respect," Zombieman said.
"Wait. My headset was still on live chat?!" Saitama asked with shock to hear soft laughter from the others.
"I'm glad that Kianna was saved and cured. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm sure the same is with Kamikaze and Tacki," King said.
"I am grateful that Miss Mitsumi woke up Kamiko. I am also grateful to Master Saitama for ordering me to take her out on a date," Genos said.
"Siren and I are still talking and such, but…there's something special with her. For that, I, too, thank you," Metal Knight said.
"And me, Dad," Fumio said. "You did everything I could ever want. That I could ever hope for. You helped cure me and let me be your son."
"Get in here, Son," Saitama said with a small grin and heard laughter from the others now. Kamikaze took up Fumio's headset when the lanky brown haired boy with green eyes moved into the bedroom to sit with his parents.
"Dad?" Fumio asked.
"Tell me this, Son," Saitama said. "When you traveled with Mitsumi, what was it like? Do you remember?"
"Well, we had Inichi with us. So it wasn't bad at all. You'd want to ask Tacki about it. Even Kamiko, Kianna, Rendor and Zenchu, that is. Mom, you said Inichi was the sixth one you saved, right?" Fumio asked.
"Yes," Mitsumi nodded.
"Hey!" Kianna said from King's headset. "King is letting me chat with you. I can fill you in on Lady Mitsumi and our travels."
"Please do," Saitama said.
"There were lots of campfires," Kianna said fondly. "It's why we love outdoor cooking. It was how I found them, too, as I said before. But it was our way to unwind. Away from the city. If the weather got too cold for Lady Mitsumi, we'd huddle around her. Tacki would have her wings out, too, to keep a shelter over us. We never had to worry about weather. But Lady Mitsumi? Yeah. We had to keep her warm from cold nights, cool in hot nights, dry during rain and such. You get the idea.
"It was when we found a cave that we were able to have a temporary home. We'd scout around at night and do some hunting for game. There was a pond nearby, too, for some light fishing. Zenchu would play the human and act like another wilderness hiker if people got too close to us. He also did emergency supply runs with Lady Mitsumi in the nearby city. We lived in that cave for almost a month without any issues.
"In fact, Inichi found us by hearing rumors of a 'family of monsters' living in the forest with a pretty girl. Some humans discovered us at night, or encountered Lady Mitsumi in her city travels with Zenchu. One guy even followed her back to us! Zenchu had no choice but to chase him off quickly. Lady Mitsumi was doing some fishing with us just after sunset. Inichi appeared and said he was going to steal her away when he saw how beautiful she was. Then she asked if he was feeling okay.
"From that one guy that Zenchu had to run off, we're glad that Inichi showed up when he did. Heroes were brought over after that, but we were gone without a single trace. That guy had no words to explain anything after that. It was too funny!"
"Ah…those memories…" Inichi sighed over the microphone. "I remember it all as though it was just yesterday, too."
"Show me," Saitama said now. Inichi gently let the memory go to those that wanted to see it. Saitama paused at the vision of Mitsumi in the soft purple kimono and the Bao Bao hairstyle again. She was holding a fishing pole and had just caught a fish when she was approached. He saw the concern she held in her eyes. The flower now held up to let Inichi regain himself and remember his humanity. Saitama shivered, pulled her close to him and sighed hard.
"Dad?" Fumio asked.
"I never thought I'd ever see your mom look like that in a kimono again," Saitama muttered. "Just over a couple weeks ago. She was wearing the same thing. Looked the same way. But she was crying her eyes out. I vowed to make sure that nothing would ever make her hurt that way again. And I was pissed that I couldn't take out that damned snake the moment I saw I had the chance."
"But you did," Mitsumi smiled and leaned into his embrace. "You did."
"Yeah. After another day of watching you suffer for no damned reason…!" he growled and squeezed her. Then he sighed and thought hard. "At least it's gone. I killed everyone else that dared to hurt you."
"Yeah," she smiled and kissed him softly. Then she paused when she felt the inside of her belly lightly pinch. It almost felt like a cycle cramp, but it was much lighter! That still hurts! I had these before though. Could be nothing. "Ugh! That hurt!"
"What?" Saitama asked her. Then he paused and found himself tensing up. "Fumio. Leave the room. Quick!"
"Dad?!" Fumio gaped at how Saitama's body began to glow even more. He was quick to dart out and shut the door. "Dad's going berserk! Don't go in there!"
"What?!" Tacki gaped. Inichi was quick to tell the others what was going on and mentally inform everyone to remain calm.
"Love. You need…to mute…" Mitsumi whispered. Saitama was barely able to do just that and rip off the headset before pulling her even more onto him. He knew he was going to scream, but he didn't want anyone to hear him. Mitsumi rose up her hand to the fans to signal for help, and he watched them all swirl around them to form a sound-proof barrier. They were now safely concealed in a dome of fans, and he saw a few of them had the blades outwards to warn others back. He knew he wouldn't get pissed at them.
:I am including Lady Mitsumi in this so you can both hear me, Mr. Saitama. Lady Mitsumi…her body just ovulated! Your power knows!: Inichi said swiftly.
:What did her body do?!: Saitama asked with confusion.
:Her body is fully and completely ready for you! Think of it that way! The moment you know you are done, we will bring in something for you to eat.: Inichi said and sent the message to Orotsu. Saitama lost all train of thought after that when he suddenly shouted and had no other choice but to surrender to what his power drove him to do. Mitsumi shouted with him and could only cling to him.
For a solid ten minutes, he couldn't think. He couldn't speak. The fiery sensation of white-hot need was all that consumed him now. Mitsumi was nearly passed out from everything when it was done. He was sweating profusely from the excursion of what he just went through.
"Saitama…?" Mitsumi whispered softly. She was still panting softly.
"I…think…I'm alive…" Saitama muttered from reclining on her with his own soft pants. "This…really sucks…"
"Yeah…" Mitsumi sighed and closed her eyes.
"It's still…intense…" he grimaced and shivered. "Every movement…I do…ugh! No end! This burning…need is just…damn. I really need a towel…"
One of the fan sets was swirling around the room protectively and was quick to reach out to Wind Crane.
:SAITAMA. I HAVE BEEN CONTACTED BY A FAN SET. IS IT SAFE TO SEND IN ASSISTANCE?:
:Ah…I can hear you better than Inichi. Shows you're stronger this way. Tacki…may be okay. I just…don't know what can happen if anyone gets in here. Oh! Maybe…well…still risky…but maybe Siren can slip in? I might sense her, though. I really don't want to hurt anyone. Maybe Inichi can help by using Mitsumi's eyes and mental thought to help bring a towel over?: Saitama asked.
The message was quickly relayed, and the fans moved for Mitsumi to see where the towels were. Inichi was able to get the mental image and deliver a towel over to them. She was able to use it to carefully towel off Saitama gently to give him some form of relief. He set the towel aside to lay back on it with her pulled close and he closed his eyes. She was still locked to him, but she was highly concerned over his well-being. She ran a hand over his skin to feel him shiver with even more relief at her cooling touch.
"Keep…touching me," he sighed and squeezed her gently. "It…really does help. Cools me down a bit…"
"You are glowing so vibrantly," she frowned and ran a hand up his chest now to see him shudder with even more relief. "Even your eyes are like brilliant, flickering coals right now."
"Damn…I mean…can we even get food delivered in here?" he blinked.
"I'm really hungry now…" she whimpered on being reminded of food. Once again, he felt his power ease back to keep her calm.
"Now. Quick. Five minute window," Saitama said and had her reach out to Inichi. He heard the door open, but the fans kept his vision obscured from seeing who it was. He knew it was Zenchu, though, just by his movements. The monster had shadow phased in and back out through the opened door to be as swift as possible. He could have kept the door closed, but he didn't want Saitama to think it was an attack. Zenchu knew Saitama had to hear the door open to show someone was coming in and not a surprise attack.
After the door was closed, the fans moved to let him see the food plate. A cold soda was set on the tray, too, and he was able to lean over to spear a few pieces of soft lobster and deer slices to feed Mitsumi carefully. They took turns eating and sipping the soda now. Once the plate was cleaned off, the fans moved back into place to let Zenchu come in and replace the plate with a freshly filled plate of other tidbits and candied pieces of meat that Orotsu was working on.
"Mmm…!" Mitsumi said on eating a sliver of deer meat that was heavily coated in teriyaki glaze and seared in with a quick wok frying.
"I can get used to this," Saitama chuckled. "Ah! He made us Peking duck on a stick! Here."
"So good!" she beamed and giggled with him. "I could use a cold water bottle, though. Soda is nice, but it dries me out a bit."
"Oh?" Saitama thought. Within a minute, two ice-cold bottles of water were set with the plate. "Zenchu's working overtime with this. I won't slap him. For now. What?"
"Stop!" Mitsumi found herself laughing softly at him.
"Hmm…" Saitama mused aloud. Then his fiery eyes cut straight through a crack of space in the fans where the blades joined up to glare outside the balcony window. Through the rain, he saw where someone was trying to look in with a set of binoculars. They were fifty feet outside the main wall in an abandoned three story building, so no one picked up that there was someone trying to spy inside their home grounds. Inichi caught the thought easily and was quick to investigate.
"Who are you?" Inichi asked when the intruder was bubbled and lifted up to apprehend and get interrogated.
"Ack!" a female voice shrieked out. Inichi narrowed his eyes and was quick to pull the intruder to the main center circle. Then he paused on hearing other thoughts that the girl got caught. He soon had four other people joining the girl.
"I don't know what you all are doing here, but, as it is raining, I will provide you some shelter in the form of a stone cage for now," Inichi said and was quick to do just that near the campfire pit. He adjusted it so that it looked like a stone watchtower with very narrow windows to keep the rain from getting in too much.
"We'll call the Hero Association!" a man threatened.
"We have six S class heroes here right now. They live here. Which one did you want me to fetch so they can interrogate you?" Inichi asked calmly.
"You're not joking…?" the man gaped.
"Why would I lie?" Inichi shrugged.
"Ah…" the first girl seemed to grimace.
"As the situation stands, you were trying to spy in on private property. This whole section is purchased by Fan Dancer. She is rank 4 in S class. Her eloped husband, Caped Baldy, is rank 3. You do not want them to speak with you if they find out you tried to spy on them. Caped Baldy saw you, though. He was ready to attack you," Inichi said and looked at the guilty girl. "He is currently on a form of mandatory vacation for two more days. He needed it and so did Fan Dancer. His senses are…very unpredictable right now."
"This…whole part of the city…is hers?!" another man asked.
"Yes. She is Mitsumi Takashi. Her father, Etsuji Takashi, made her the sole heir to his mass fortune. It's a very long, sad story. And he did this before he was murdered by a woman she thought was her mother. It was a monster hiding in her mother's skin. However, it is true that this walled section of City Z belongs to Fan Dancer in full," Inichi explained calmly. He was mainly using hero names to ensure that the small group was aware of who they were trying to spy on.
"But…there are monsters here!" another girl said. "Even you!"
"I am a monster. It is true. But…am I attacking you?" Inichi asked.
"Ah…no…other than this cage…" the first girl said.
"Exactly. It is to ensure I can safely explain why everything is done. I am true friends with Sweet Mask, as well. He can vouch that there is nothing wrong here," Inichi chuckled.
"You know Sweet Mask?! Oh! I would totally die if I met him!" the second girl gasped. "I am a complete fan of his!"
"Hmm…" Inichi mused and reached out to Sweet Mask. :Are you busy?:
:I just got done questioning the two you sent. Why?: Sweet Mask asked. The new situation was brought to his attention. :So…you want me to meet with fanfare to leave you alone?:
:Call it my courtesy return request for reading your crappy scripts!: Inichi grumbled to get Sweet Mask laughing.
:I get it! Fine. Please bring them to me.: he sighed with defeat.
:There's five of them here. Tell them you will give them autographs with personalized pictures if they inform you of why they decided to try and infiltrate the home grounds.: Inichi suggested. It was confirmed, and now he regarded the group. "I am able to mentally speak with anyone. I just chatted with Sweet Mask. He would like to meet with all of you. Right now. He has questions first, and then he will gladly give you autographs. He also may include personalized pictures."
"Ah! Okay!" the second girl squealed.
"What?!" the third guy in the group gaped.
"We're in trouble…" the first guy grimaced. Inichi collapsed the stone cage and was quick to transport the group to Sweet Mask. When he returned back, he gave the fully story to Fubuki.
"Let's dry you off a bit," Fubuki chuckled. "And really? Five people? Ugh! Maybe I should have some of The Blizzard Group patrol in the downtime. It would give them something to do."
"Ah…hmm…" Inichi mused. "They did want cars of their own. This could cement their want by working for it…"
"You know Saitama is gonna pout that the 'super powered monkey club' is patrolling our home," Kamikaze grinned. Zenchu laughed hard and shook his head. "Of course, if any of them try to break in anywhere to satisfy their own curiosity, he would get to hit them."
"I know," Fubuki said. "But they won't. They are fiercely loyal and true to form. They do everything they can."
"We will need to ask Mr. Saitama when he is well again. We can plan for it," Inichi nodded and accepted the mild towel rub from Fubuki. They looked over when Garou walked in to wave and sit down. There was a sign on the couch that Saitama and Mitsumi rested on to show it was off limits just in case they were free to leave the bedroom.
"Garou! Brother! Hey there. Saitama is in a raging fuck fest right now with Lady Mitsumi. So, don't go in the bedroom," Zenchu grinned. Now everyone looked at him with shock. "What?"
"Zenchu…!" Inichi cringed with a touch of disgust. Garou was dying with laughter along with Kamikaze. Fubuki had to sit down from laughing from the shock.
"Boys…as always…" Tacki clucked her tongue and checked over the headband she was making. "Hmm. I need Saitama to break down some feathers. I don't have any really short ones at three inches long. I'd like to go with the small ones so he just has to break off the ends."
"Zenchu? Please assist?" Inichi asked and collected the feathers in a bubble. Then he thought to Mitsumi before giving a nod to go in.
"Hmm?" Saitama blinked at the sound of the door opening.
"Tacki needs feathers for your headband," Mitsumi smiled.
"Oh. Is it her? Wait. No. That's Zenchu. I will admit this. After that little…spasm attack…I think I'm settling down," Saitama said and let Mitsumi continue to touch and trace over his chest to give him a bit of chilling relief from her touch. He had told her it was helping before, so she made sure to keep at it.
"If that doesn't get me pregnant, then something went wrong," she chuckled and got squeezed. "Your skin does seem to be getting lighter, though. From the glowing, that is. Should we try and separate?"
"No. Not until this crap can't be seen anymore. Please…" he grimaced and looked away. She ran a hand over his cheek, and he kissed the inside of her palm.
"It's okay, love," she soothed and pulled him close to let him press into her neck. "When you think you're ready. I'm not going to rush being away from you no matter what state you're in."
"I love you," he said and kissed her passionately.
"I…love you…too…" she gasped and clung to him from what she felt again.
"One more day…" he muttered and kissed her lovingly.
"And if it isn't?" she asked.
"All the more for us to have time alone," he said and nuzzled her neck. "It's actually a bit nice knowing that I can scare the living crap out of anyone…"
"Oh?" Mitsumi rose a brow at him.
"What?" he asked with a blank look to show he was serious. She found herself laughing softly and pressing a warm, loving kiss to his mouth.
"Do you think you're good enough to check the game?" she asked.
"Ten more minutes…" he sighed and continued to cradle her. "I don't know if I'll get another explosive response of red crap again. That was just…horrific."
"Okay," she nodded and had him drink more cold water to keep his hydration up from all the sweating he went through.
"Just need to ride the rest of this out," he said.
"Zenchu would be commenting to you about something with riding me…" she mused. Saitama looked at her curiously.
"Think you can show me what he meant by that?" he asked. At her slightly wicked grin, he found himself grinning back.
"You'll need to rest for another ten minutes," she giggled. "The chat is still muted and the headset isn't around. Should we tell them anything after? Or just…?"
"Eh…they'd understand," he grinned a bit more and let the fans conceal them both once again.