"Magus" – Talking
'Master' – Thoughts
"Monster" – Duel Spirits and other beasts talking
'Spirit' – Duel Spirits and other beasts thinking
"Magecraft" – Spells
[Servant] – Bond/Mental speak
Disclaimer: I don't own the Fate series, the Yugioh series, or any of their characters. I only own the plot of this story and Desmond Blake.
WARNING: There's a lime at the end of the chapter. It's my first try at writing one, so some feedback would be appreciated.
Holy Grail War Saga
Fourth Holy Grail War Arc
Chapter 6 – One by One…
11:15 PM, October 3rd, 1994, Matou Residence, Miyama Town, Fuyuki City, Japan
(Desmond's POV)
Looking at the bag of shit that is Zouken Matou, I slap him hard enough to send him to the ground, but not too hard or his head would fly off. I want him to pay for his crimes, but death is not how he will pay up.
Looking at Yubel, I order her to go get Sakura. "Go get the girl. Do be gentle with her, please. She has been through enough."
"As you wish, Master," she replies and leaves to do as ordered.
'Hm, she's been so good to me. Maybe I should do something special for her. The question is what.' Leaving thoughts of recompensing Yubel for later, I focus on Zouken as he rises to his feet.
"Come to me, Elemental Hero Necroshade!" I call out and the Hero answers my summons.
"How may I serve you, my Lord?" Necroshade asks as he kneels in front of me.
"Stand beside the bag of worms. I'm going to do a little experiment with the both of you."
"As you wish, my Lord."
Once Necroshade is standing side by side with Zouken, I summon a certain Spell Card to my hand. Pointing the card at them, I activate it.
"Dark Fusion! Combine Elemental Hero Necroshade and Zouken Matou into one!"
Tendrils of darkness shoot out from the card in my hand and wrap up around the two beings I specified. Quickly the two are inside a cocoon of darkness before it breaks like glass five seconds later.
My new servant stands before me and quickly takes a knee.
"I am Evil Hero Necromancer. How may I serve you, my Lord?"
Smirking behind my helmet, I start ordering Necromancer to create a clone of him that looks like Zouken so I can trick Sakura into believing that her tormentor is dead. By the time Yubel, Sakura, and I leave the burning Matou Residence, Necromancer had already taken all of the books and spell tomes. Later that same night, he will operate on Sakura to take out all of the Crest Worms inside her and then leave to spy on my opponents with his worms.
06:24 PM, October 4th, 1994, Tohsaka Residence's Basement, Fuyuki City, Japan
(Tokiomi's POV)
As soon as he felt the Bounded Fields around his house being destroyed, Tokiomi wasted no time in moving to his workshop. In mid-stride, he called for his Servant through their bond.
[My King-!]
[I know, Tokiomi. I shall meet with the Outsider.] Gilgamesh replied.
[Thank you, my King. I will be at my workshop.] He replied. Most of the time it was tiring and a blow to his pride to be so submissive to his Servant. But, unlike other Masters, Tokiomi had the common sense to not insult or belittle someone that could kill him before he could blink.
Finally making it to his workshop in the basement, Tokiomi quickly threw up some basic and easy-to-set-up Bounded Fields. They wouldn't stop anything truly dangerous from passing through but would serve as an alarm system and at least inconvenience any would-be invader.
His defenses set up, Tokiomi sits down on a chair and uses the bond between himself and Archer to look through his Servant's eyes. From observation, he can tell that Caster is a master at Shadow Magecraft, an art that hasn't been seen for some years now. That he can use the shadows in a way similar to Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon is impressive and speaks of Caster's ability.
But this doesn't surprise Tokiomi too much. He had expected such skill from the Servant of Spells. No, what he did not expect was to see Berserker and another creature helping Caster.
'That warrior must be a summon of Caster's. Perhaps they're part of his Noble Phantasm,' Tokiomi thinks to himself. 'For Berserker to be here on Caster's side though. It seems that Caster's Master went for Kariya first and took Berserker for himself. They must possess a high quantity of Magic Circuits of good quality to be able to keep up two Servants, especially when one of which is a Berserker.' Tokiomi then frowned even as he watched the golden warrior being killed. 'But then, why attack the Matou Residence? And why take Sakura? It makes no sense!'
Tokiomi is then brought out of his thoughts when he feels a hand grab his shoulder from behind while another grabs his chin. Before he can free himself, Tokiomi is forced to look up; his wide blue eyes lock with mismatched eyes of green and yellow and his vision is filled with orange light.
10:30 PM, October 4th, 1994, Mackenzie Residence, Miyama Town, Fuyuki City, Japan
(Third POV)
"What do you think Waver and Alexander get up to this late in the night, Glen?" Martha Mackenzie asks her husband. Both of them are in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea as they sit at the table. "I hope it is nothing dangerous."
Glen chuckles. "Even if it was, have you seen Alexander's muscles? I doubt anyone would mess with him." Taking a sip of his mint tea, he continues. "But I doubt that it is anything like that. Most likely, Waver is showing Alexander around Fuyuki." A mischievous grin forms on the elder's face. "Or maybe they went on a double date?"
Martha giggles at her husband. "Oh, you're terrible, Glen. Don't you go tease the poor boy. If that's the case, then he or Alexander will tell us eventually."
Glen chuckles and goes to say something when both of them hear someone knock on their front door.
"Oh? Who could it be at this hour?" Martha wonders.
"Don't know. I'll go check it out. You stay here, dear," Glen states as he gets up from the table.
Walking to the front hall and opening the front door a bit, Glen looks at whose outside. "Can I help-"
Glen's question is cut off as he looks at the person standing at his front door. He is a man of medium stature, wearing a black cloak with purple trim and a hood. His hair is spiky and white and his skin a dark-red. His eyes, however, are the most striking aspect of this man's appearance. A baleful yellow, the two orbs seem to glow as the man looks into Glen's eyes.
"Would you please let me in, Mr. Mackenzie?" He asks though it sounds more like a demand.
With a dazed look in his eyes, Glen opens the front door fully. "Of course, Master."
Entering the Mackenzie Residence, Evil Hero Necromancer smirks.
03:14 AM, October 5th, 1994, Kumamoto Prison, Kumamoto, Kumamoto, Japan
(Third POV)
Asia Komamura sighs for the third time in a row as she reads a magazine. The thirty-three-year-old brunette is currently sitting at her desk at the security booth inside Kumamoto Prison, bored out of her mind. The twenty-eight-year-old Sasuke Nakamura, her colleague, looks at her from his seat where he is playing Mortal Kombat II on his Game Gear.
"Komamura-san, that's the third time you have sighed in fifteen minutes," Sasuke points out, having paused his game. "Is something bothering you?"
Locking her brown eyes with Sasuke's own pair for a few moments, Asia bites her lower lip before speaking. "Nakamura-san, am I ugly?"
Surprised at the question, Sasuke's eyes widen. "No, of course not! You are quite beautiful, Komamura-san." His shock then turns into curiosity. "Why do you ask such a question out of a sudden? Did something happen?"
Sighing again, Asia looks back at the magazine on her desk. "My boyfriend broke up with me out of the blue two days ago."
Understanding comes to Sasuke. "Ah, I see. You believe he broke up with you for someone younger, correct?"
This time it is Asia who looks at Sasuke in surprise. "How did you know?"
The blonde shrugs and smiles as he replies. "I have an older sister who went through something similar. After giving a piece of my mind to the trash, I comforted her as only a younger brother can."
Asia smiles for a moment at hearing the love for his sister in Sasuke's voice as he speaks. She then frowns as she asks, "What did you tell her to comfort her if you don't mind me asking?"
"That the trash didn't deserve her if he left because of something as superficial as looks. She, and by extension you, Komamura-san, can find someone much better."
Asia smiles and goes to speak when someone interrupts her.
"Apologies for interrupting," both guards turn around on their seats to look at the door of their booth. Standing there is Desmond, clad in his black armor. Showing them a single card, he asks, "But would you kindly show me the prisoners on death row and those with life sentences?"
The Brain Control card glows and both Asia and Sasuke stand up, eyes dazed as they speak in unison.
"Yes, my Lord!"
03:22 AM, October 5th, 1994, Mackenzie Residence, Miyama Town, Fuyuki City, Japan
(Waver's POV)
As he walks towards his temporary abode, Waver can't keep the frown from his face.
'Two Servants defeated on the same night. Assuming that Lancer and Professor El-Melloi went after Saber and the Einzbern Master, or vice-versa, then one of them could have been the one taken out of the war.' For various reasons, Waver is hoping that Lancer was the one defeated. 'That leaves either Archer, Caster, or Berserker as the second casualty of this war. I really hope it's Archer.'
A shiver goes down Waver's spine as he recalls the number of Noble Phantasms that the red-eyed blonde produced two nights ago at the docks. And if Gilgamesh's legend bares any weight on his Noble Phantasm, as it most likely does, then Archer could have an enormous amount of Noble Phantasms and Mystic Codes to throw at his enemies.
"I don't want to deal with someone as overpowered as him!" Waver murmurs to himself as he scratches his head in frustration.
Something then hits him in the back with a strong impact, almost sending him to the ground.
"Are you worrying about Goldie again? I told you already; I'm more than strong enough to beat him in battle! Though, what a battle it will be!"
Rounding on his brute of a Servant, Waver whisper-shouts at the redhead.
"And what if he has a Noble Phantasm that can kill you in one hit? What if he has something that can kill you before you even draw your sword or take a step in his direction!?"
"Hmph. Goldie is too prideful to use something like that right at the beginning. He will want to play with me first, and that will be his downfall. That is if he hasn't been defeated already."
Waver throws Rider a curious look.
"You think any of the other Servants could have taken out Archer?"
The Servant of the Ride nods, a rare thoughtful expression on his face.
"Yes. From what my gut told me when I met him at the docks, Caster certainly has the pure power to face Goldie. We also can't take out the possibility that he didn't have help – if he was the one to attack Goldie that is. Berserker and his Master could have been the ones to attack Goldie. Or it could have been both Caster or Berserker, or even Caster and Lancer. Any of them combined could have defeated Archer – if Goldie even was one of the two Servants to lose their lives tonight that is."
Smiling at Waver, Rider finishes by stating, "The fact is that we don't know who killed whom, so thinking about what-ifs will do us no good. So relax, for now, kid."
Having arrived at the Mackenzie Residence, Waver opens the door and walks in. 'If only it was that easy to relax.'
As Rider closes the door, both of them notice the kitchen light is still on.
'That's odd. Shouldn't Mr. and Mrs. Mackenzie be asleep already? Maybe they forgot to turn it off?'
Walking down the hallway towards the kitchen's entrance, Waver and Rider finally took notice of the smell.
"Is that… gas?" Waver asks himself before his eyes widen in panic.
A second later, all that he knows is fire and pain as the shockwave pushes him backwards against Rider. Two seconds after the explosion, he knows nothing but darkness.
03:30 AM, October 5th, 1994, Two Kilometers away from the Mackenzie Residence
(Normal POV)
Looking at the burning Mackenzie Residence from where he stands on the rooftop of a three-story house, Evil Hero Necromancer smirks. Crushing the cellphone he used to cause the explosion with his hand, he lets the pieces fall as he chuckles.
"All according to my Lord's plan."
10:24 AM, October 5th, 1994, Tohsaka Residence, Miyama Town, Fuyuki City, Japan
(Kirei's POV)
Looking at what's left of the once-pristine mansion, Kirei can't stop but think that the destruction brought upon it was indeed the work of the Magus Killer.
'At first glance, Kiritsugu Emiya would be the obvious suspect. All of this damage can only be the work of a bomb and he is well known for employing mundane technology in his hits,' Kirei thinks to himself from where he stands at what the firefighters believe to be the epicenter of the explosion in the backyard of the mansion. Making all of them, along with the policemen and detectives, give him a moment to look around the ruined residence was easy enough with what he learned from the deceased Tokiomi.
Said man was also in his thoughts, apart from who could be responsible for this attack. Kirei's relationship with Tokiomi was one of professionalism. He was the student and Tokiomi was his teacher. Even after the years he spent learning under the Tohsaka Head, Kirei didn't feel anything for the man. The man's death thus didn't bring him any sadness, but…
He felt angry.
He felt angry that Tokiomi died at someone else's hands. That it hadn't been him to do the deed. That he didn't get to enjoy Tokiomi's despair as he died!
Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, Kirei shoves those thoughts away. His darker instincts had been raring their head since his conversations with Archer. For all that the golden king was arrogant, he was still a man of great wisdom, and the words he imparted to Kirei during their talks still bounced in his head.
'Back to the matter at hand. Emiya is not good enough to attack the Matou and Tohsaka residences one night after the other. He would need to plant a great number of explosives inside both houses, and neither Tokiomi nor Zouken Matou would let him enter their homes. He could have used an associate, but said person wouldn't have been able to just plant explosives around a magus' house without them knowing.'
"This doesn't make any sense," Kirei says to himself. "Could it have been some kind of skill from a Servant? Caster could be able to do this, but what reason would he, or his Master, have to take Tokiomi's daughter? If they wanted to use her as a bargaining chip, they would have needed to know about the two's familial connection. Even when not taking that into account, if the purpose for taking her was to hold sway over Tokiomi, then why attack him?"
Three of Assassin's bodies then appear in front of Kirei, weapons drawn, breaking him from his thinking.
"What is it?"
"Someone is approaching, Master. We can feel a presence similar to that of a Servant coming closer to our location."
Kirei furrows his brows at Assassin's wording. 'Similar to a Servant? Then not a Servant but a spirit of some kind?'
"From where is the presence coming from? Do you have eyes on it?"
"From above, Master." One of the Assassins suddenly throws a dagger at nothing. The dagger stops in mid-air, however, showing that something caught it. Said something then makes themselves visible to Kirei and his eyes widen as he looks upon what can only be described as a demoness.
It smiles at him, and then its heterochromatic eyes glow orange and he knows no more.
12:50 AM, October 5th, 1994, Unknown Storehouse, Miyama Town, Fuyuki City, Japan
(Irisviel's POV)
Eating the takeout that Maiya bought them, Irisviel laments the fact that her cooking skills are not up to her standers.
'What kind of wife can't cook for her husband!?' she cries to herself mentally. It is a sore spot for her that she can't make a homemade meal for Kiritsugu or her daughter – and for Maiya and Saber as well, but mainly for her family. It is because of her lacking cooking skills, along with that of the others, that she, Kiritsugu, Saber, and Maiya are currently eating takeout for lunch.
Currently, the four of them are sitting on top of a sheet on the floor of a storehouse that her husband had rented in advance in case they needed another hideout aside from the castle. Looking to her left, Irisviel watches as Saber puts away more and more food.
'Just where does she put everything?' she wonders in fascination. Unlike other women, who would be jealous of Artoria's ability to eat like a black hole and not get fat, Irisviel is above such thoughts. That her Homunculus physiology stops her from getting fat as well has nothing to do with that, of course.
"Iri," hearing her husband call for her, Irisviel looks at him. "Later tonight we will be going to Mt. Enzou, where I believe Caster to be holed up. Do you believe you will be rested enough to come along?"
Despite how serious Kiritsugu speaks, as his wife, Irisviel can feel his worry for her. He had been quite distraught – in his own way – after she had passed out last night. The deaths of Lancer and whom they believed – and were earlier confirmed – to be Archer had been heavy on her. The death of two other Servants – most likely Assassin and Rider according to Kiritsugu – hours earlier hadn't helped matters.
Smiling at her husband, she replies, "I believe so. By evening I should have rested enough, so no need to worry."
"Is it really necessary to bring Irisviel along, Master?" Saber asks, worry evident in her voice. "Caster already knows that she's not my true Master."
Kiritsugu nods at her point. "Yes, that's true. But Caster and Berserker are the only enemy Servants left. If my suspicions hold, then Berserker is working under Caster's Master, who most likely killed Kariya Matou for his Servant. To kill someone like that; someone who has systematically taken out enemy after enemy in two days, I'll need Maiya and Irisviel at my side. I can't have Maiya stay behind to look after Irisviel."
Looking at Saber, Irisviel says, "At this point in the war, Caster's Master must be filling quite confident of their victory. They'll most likely have Berserker fight you while Caster supports him from the rear. My job will be to run interference against Caster until you have dealt with Berserker."
From what Irisviel can see, Saber still seems uncomfortable with the plan. She smiles sadly at that. Saber's desire to protect her is something that she appreciates, knowing that it comes from the bond the two have made since her summoning. Said bond is something that Iri will treasure until her death at the end of the war; she just hopes that Saber will not blame Kiritsugu when that time comes. The two's relationship is so strained – mainly because of her husband – that it wouldn't surprise Iri if Saber attacked Kiritsugu in a moment of grief.
Maybe she should leave a message for Saber? She had already written one from Kiritsugu, Illya, and Maiya-san. One more would be no problem.
03:26 PM, October 5th, 1994, Hamada's Arcade, Shinto, Fuyuki City, Japan
(Sakura's POV)
In Sakura's opinion, today had been her happiest day ever.
It had started on a bad note with her waking up after having a bad dream about Zouken still being alive and having come back for her. Thankfully, one of Desmond-san's familiars, Kuriboh, had been around to console her. But not even his fluffiness had been enough to make Sakura believe she was not dreaming.
Desmond-san was most kind about her doubts and took her to see her former home again. He even went so far as to take her back to the Tohsaka Residence. It had been a shock to see the mansion in such a state. When asked what had happened, Desmond-san had told her that he battled Tokiomi's Servant last night and won. He also straight up told her that Tokiomi was dead, killed by Yubel-san after being made to betray his Servant.
Hearing of Tokiomi's passing left her confused. On one hand, Sakura hated him for giving her away to Zouken. On the other hand, despite how much she hated him, Tokiomi was still her father and she couldn't help but cry against her own will for having lost him.
Desmond-san also brought up confusing feelings to her. He's her savior, but he is also the person that killed Kariya-oji-san and Tokiomi. He had hugged her as she cried for the man that he killed and then brought her along for a walk through Fuyuki once she calmed down. They had gone to eat out at a pizzeria and Sakura had got to taste pizza for the first time. She had loved it. After that, they walked around a bit more, taking in the sights before ending up here at the arcade.
Looking at him from her seat, she watched as Desmond-san played a game called Mortal Kombat II in what he said is called an arcade. He was smiling and talking towards the screen as he played, taunting the fighters as he beat them one after the other.
At that moment, he looked so normal. Nothing like the scary person he seemed the first time she met him two days ago. He seemed like the furthest thing from a killer.
"Hey, Sakura," she's brought out of her thoughts by him as he turned to her with a smile. "Wanna try that racing game? You can sit on my lap and man the wheel while I work the pedals."
Sakura should be afraid of Desmond-san, but he made her feel so warm and safe.
"Ok, Desmond-san."
He helped her down from her seat and pulled her towards another arcade game. This one was called Ridge Racer.
The two of them walked hand in hand and, as she was placed on Desmond-san's lap, she did something that she had been doing a lot this past couple of days.
She smiled. Just a little, but she did.
This truly was the happiest day of her life.
10:00 PM, October 5th, 1994, Ryuudou Temple, Mt. Enzou, Fuyuki City, Japan
(Desmond's POV)
Looking up at the moon from the window of my room, I feel quite nervous about tonight. All preparations are done and Necromancer has already informed me of Kiritsugu's intent in coming for me tonight.
I'm not nervous about fighting Saber; Berserker will be the one facing his former king in battle. That is one of the reasons why I grabbed him first.
No, I'm nervous about what is coming with the next step in my plan. What I'll be doing tonight is not something that has been done before, to the best of my knowledge. I don't know what to expect from the result. What I do know is that in a few minutes, I'll be a different person.
I then felt a pair of arms hugging me from behind, a pair of soft breasts pressing against my back as a chin rests on my left shoulder.
"What troubles you, Master?" Yubel asks softly.
"That I won't recognize myself after tonight," I reply honestly. She hums thoughtfully before speaking.
"A fusion is the sum of its parts. You know this, Master. After tonight, you will be yourself, and something more." She then uses her right hand to turn my head so I look at a smile, she adds, "And you will still be my Master."
Then, much to my surprise, she kisses me.
I'm stumped for a couple of seconds, which she takes advantage of to bite my lower lip. I open my mouth at that and her tongue quickly goes inside. At that point, I get my bearings and start kissing back. Our tongues duel each other for a few moments before she submits and allows me inside her mouth.
Her hands aren't idle as I explore her mouth. The left-hand feels up my torso and stomach while the right one goes down to the middle of my pants. The kissing woke up my friend downstairs and Yubel's hand stroking it through my pants is only helping.
We break the kiss for air and I turn around in her embrace. Hugging her back, my hands end up on her bubble butt. I take a handful of it and grope her buttocks, getting a little gasp from the demoness.
Yubel looks at me sensually with a smirk on her lips. I smirk back as I speak, "That was unexpected, but not unwelcomed."
The Fiend-Type Monster replies with a purr, "You're quite tense, Master. As your servant, it is my job to help you… loosen up."
"We don't have enough time to fully enjoy ourselves, unfortunately," I tell her as my right hand slowly climbs up from her butt cheek and up the side of her hip until it reaches its goal: Yubel's left breast. Groping the C-cup bound of flesh, I massage it and flick the nipple through the leathery blackness that serves as Yubel's clothing.
The demoness gasps and purrs under my touch before speaking. "Then… I shall serve my Master to the best of my ability… in the time we have."
Done talking, Yubel kisses me again and our tongues go back to battling each other. This time she's the winner and I allow her access to my mouth. Meanwhile, she uses her hands to work my belt and the button of my pants. Once she's done with them, she pulls back from our kiss and, with an impish smirk, slowly drops down to her knees. Yubel pulls down my pants and boxers as she does so, and thus she comes face-to-face with my seven inches (17.8 cm) long cock upon fulling kneeling.
Licking her lips, the demoness breaths in the smell of my manhood and gets intoxicated on it. She then locks eyes with me and a shudder goes down my back at the lust that I can see in her orbs. And then, slowly and sensually, Yubel kisses the head of my dick, causing me to gasp at how good such a simple peck of her lips feels on my cock. She follows up by licking my shaft, still at a slow pace, from base to top and I hum in appreciation.
Yubel then wraps her lips around my balls, sucking as much of my sack as she can. She kisses her way up my cock and sucks the precum leaking from my engorged cockhead. The demoness runs her tongue along the tip with a moan and grins up at my red face as I moan to her skillful blowjob. Smirking back at the slutty demoness blowing my cock, I wrap my hands around her locks and force her down my dick. She moans in delight at my rough handling of her and I moan back, the vibrations of her mouth doing wonderful things to my manhood. She then goes a step further and, much to my surprise, swallows my cock until her lips are touching the base.
My eyes widen and I almost come then and there. Holding myself back, I look down at Yubel, whose eyes are looking back at mine with a shine that I can only translate as amusement. She then grins around my cock and vibrates her throat.
"Fuck!" I moan and gasp as her tongue lovingly swishes across my dick's sensitive underside. Strands of drool spray from Yubel's mouth as she chokes on my cock and relishes the taste. She bobs her head up and down so that each motion stretches her lips into thin lines around the base of my cock. The air of my room is filled with the lewd sound of her gagging as she face-fucks herself faster to coax more of my cum.
Leaning my ass against the windowsill behind me, I stroke Yubel's gray-purple hair with both hands before grabbing it and slamming her down onto my cock. The demoness gags and drools all over my balls as her throat clamps down on my invading shaft. She undulates her throat lewdly and massages my dick with the slutty fervor of a well-trained cocksucker with thousands of years of experience under her belt. Considering what she is, I wouldn't be surprised if that's all true.
Yubel's tongue then curls around the tip and she bobs her head down in sync with my thrusts. She stares at me with wide eyes that hold a crazy gleam in them as she worships my cock, every grunt and moan I make seemingly increasing her desire to please me.
It's that desire that does me in. No longer able to hold myself back, I throw my head back and grunt breathlessly as I cum, dumping my seed inside her stomach.
Yubel's eyes flutter as she audibly gulps down my spunk while sitting on her knees like a cheap whore, letting me drill my shaft inside her mouth. Like a good cum dumpster, she takes every glob of cum into her throat, moaning like a slut until I finish. Once there is no more semen to swallow, Yubel slowly drags her mouth away from my shaft, sucking and swirling her tongue all the while in an effort to clean it.
Finally letting go of my manhood, Yubel takes some heavy breaths.
"Better… now… Master?" She asks breathlessly, eyes still full of lust as she looks up at me.
"Yes. Much better," I reply, slightly out of breath as well. "Can't wait for tomorrow, so I can pay you back."
Standing up after putting my cock back inside my boxers and pulling my pants up, the demoness grins at me. "I'll be waiting eagerly then, Master." She then turns around and leaves my room with a sway of her hips.
Looking at the door of my bedroom for a couple of moments, I let out a grunt.
"I'm so tapping that ass tomorrow."
Well, that lime came out of nowhere. Like an RKO! Much like 50% of this chapter really. The only scenes that I had already planned were the ones with Tokiomi and the Mackenzie's.
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