Chapter 15: The Shopping Spree Concludes! First Lessons with Arisa!
"W-Well..." Articho looks away, blushing. "It looks amazing on you."
But then, the Time Patroller starts laughing at Arisa, currently wearing the wedding dress.
"Huh?" The popstar tilts her head, curiously. "Why are you laughing?"
"Sorry, sorry." He apologizes, shaking his head while grinning. "But is that even a wedding dress?"
"I was just as surprised as you are." Misaki answers. "But apparently, it's a prototype."
"Prototype?" Ruiko and Uiharu were curious.
"It's true." Arisa nods. "The woman who made the dress told us that no one would touch it."
"I can probably see why." Articho pointed out. "So you decided to be the first one to wear it?"
"Correct, and she even added the finishing touches to my beauty." The pink haired girl answers, giving a small twirl. "She also mentioned that I remind her of her daughter."
"That was nice of her." Uiharu smiled. "Even though she believed the two of you are adults."
"Say, Arisa?" Rakko raises her hand. "Do you mind showing us the shoes you are wearing?"
"Hmm?" The popstar thought for a moment, before nodding. "Sure. I can do that."
However, her cheeks turn red.
"Is something wrong?" Articho questions her.
"Could you... help me lift my skirt up?" She asked him. "They're so many layers that, it's very heavy for me to lift it up."
"How heavy are we talking about here?" He questions.
"Several tons to be exact." She answers.
The Time Patroller flinched at this. If he was a girl instead of a boy, it would've been a walk in the park for a female Saiyan. But to a female human? That would be torture!
"And you're able to walk in that dress?" Articho questions further.
"Yeah, why?"
"Arisa... my gi's undershirt, wristbands, and boots are a lot heavier." He admits. "About a 1000 tons each."
"Huh?!" Everyone exclaimed at the same time.
"But that's not important." He shakes his head. "I'll go ahead and help you."
The young Saiyan moved over towards her and get a grip on the dresses skirt.
"I'll admit, it does look pretty detailed." He deduced, feeling the material. "This woman did a good job on the design."
"I like the small white flowers and butterflies in your curled up hair, Arisa." Uiharu points out.
"Thank you." She smiles, blushing away. "I think they're very beautiful too."
"And your dress looks perfect on you, my Queen." Junko added, observing the Level Five's dress.
"I'm glad you like it, Junko." Misaki answers, giving her own twirl. "The kind lady told me that it will be best for my hair to be short."
"Well I love it." Fuuga smiles.
"Hey Arisa, mind if you sit down?" Articho asks. "We'll lift your skirt up together that way."
"Alright." Arisa nods, moving over to a bench to sit down. "I'm ready."
He slides his hands at the bottom of her dress before starting to lift the girl's wedding skirt up. The Saiyan looks up to the girl's face, as she gives a slow nod.
Articho nods, as he continues lifting it up. Arisa helps him out, pulling the fabric upwards with the grip of her hands on it. When they were done, everyone got a good look at the heels she was wearing.
On her feet were a pair of pink open toe glass slippers. Each heel has a butterfly at the front, with a strap split between big toe and index toe. As well as sling on (exposing the back of the foot) ribbon ankle strap.
All the girls were at awe.
"Are they beautiful?" She asked, innocently.
"Wow!" He smiled, examining each of the glass slippers. "They're amazing. Excellent craftsmanship."
Arisa giggles.
"I'm so happy you love them." She smiles. "At least you can see my toes."
Ruiko hums as she looks at Arisa's glass slippers up close. She was in deep thought before realizing something.
"These are pink tinted glass slippers, right? Replicas?"
"They are." The popstar answers. "So I've been told."
"Well they're in perfect condition."
"Really?"
"Yes." Articho nods. "You picked out the perfect pair for yourself."
"Thank you."
"So did you girls decided to purchase these dresses and shoes?"
All them nodded.
"Oh my gosh, I realize something else than her shoes." Ruiko gasps. "Her poofy wedding dress, her curl up pink hair with small white butterflies and flowers... she's Giselle!"
"Oh my, she actually does." Uiharu agrees with her best friend. "I do see quite a resemblance. The shoes and the wedding dress does match her appearance in the beginning of the film."
"Who?" The Time Patroller and popstar blinked in confusion.
"Oh sorry. We were talking about this princess from the Disney franchise." The Urban Legend Hunter explains. "She's not as popular as the other ones, but her dress is very famous."
"It is?" They asked in unison. She was completely flustered and embarrassed. "Oh my."
"Anyway... You better go buy those dresses, so we can be finished for the day."
Arisa nods with determination and starts to stand up but suddenly lost her footing.
"I got you." Articho answers, picking her up just in time. But then he was pulled down with her. And Arisa is now on her back with Articho underneath her large skirt. "Why does always happen?"
The popstar moans, feeling his breath on top of her panties.
"Hold on, is this dress sewed together with your white laced thongs?" He says in a muffled voice. "Like a single piece of clothing? And damn. Such a cute little ass."
"Articho, do you mind getting off of me?" She asked, turning red.
"What? Can't hear you!" He muffles. "You have to speak up."
"I said get the hell off, moron!" Arisa yells at him. "Quit getting fresh, you prick!"
She fidgets around her legs and Articho's face lands on her fabric covered private spot. Arisa gasps loudly at the sudden feel.
"Crap." He blushes.
Their friends were turning red from this embarrassing moment. Meanwhile, Ruiko was started to become even more jealous.
Articho quickly flips up the large wedding skirt quickly and skoots away with a red face.
"You filthy womanizer." She growls at him, carefully standing up trying not to trip over again. "Sorry my ass! You did that on purpose."
"Says the ignorant girl who is a clutz." He pointed out.
"Why you." The pink haired girls eyebrow twitches.
"Now, now, you two." Misaki told them, placing her hands on their shoulders. "Save the theatrics. We're still in public."
Articho gives her a flirting wink at the popstar.
"You're still beautiful, even when you're angry." He admits. "But I shouldn't have done that. Do you forgive me?"
Arisa sighed, knowing that he didn't do it on purpose. He was he just pushing her buttons.
"I do."
Later...
It is now sunset as everyone is outside the mall and their clothes and other female products all bought and stored in bags. Of course, the wedding dresses are being sent over to Misaki's dorm and Arisa's penthouse.
And on another note, Arisa has let her long hair down but decided to have her white butterflies and flowers kept on. She also went back to wearing her pink dress she has officially dubbed 'goddess', including her slip on peep toe heels with a crystal butterfly on each front of the shoe.
"Why are you wearing that again, Arisa?" Articho questions, raising an eyebrow.
"Because it make me feel comfortable." She answers, giving a bright smile. "Got a problem with that?"
"Not at all." He raises both hands up in defense. "You're very elegant wearing it. It suits you."
"You should keep those white crystal butterflies and flowers in your hair, too." Akemi suggests. "Looks way better than your dove hairpin. No offense."
"None taken." The popstar replies. "I'll switch it out from time to time."
"Alright, everyone." Fuuga announced, clapping her hands to get her friends attention. "As much as I like to continue hanging out, we must return to our dorms before curfew."
"We should be going as well." Rakko says, agreeing with her. "We don't want to keep our friends waiting."
"Good idea." Her partner said. "The two of us are going to be going. It was fun meeting you guys."
"It was nice meeting you too." Uiharu smiles. "Hope we can hang out sometime again."
"Hey, before you go. How about we exchange numbers and email addresses?" Ruiko suggested to everyone.
"Don't need one." Articho says. "I'll get word. Somehow."
The girls were confused, until they decided to roll with it. So everyone else started exchanging contacts.
When that was done, everyone said their goodbyes to Rakko and Yobou. And it wasn't long before Misaki and Junko departed as well.
"That was nice to see those two again." Arisa smiled. "And I'm so glad that Alice is doing well."
"Shh!" Articho shushes the popstar's mouth.
The pink haired popstar realized her mistake, covering her mouth quickly.
The head of the Music Club was curious.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." Was all he told her, try not to be suspicious.
"Alright, if you say so." The heiress shrugs, as she begins heading towards one direction. "I must be off. We'll see each other tomorrow."
"Us too." Uiharu gestures at herself and Ruiko. "See you tomorrow."
"Well, we're going to hit the hay as well." Muu stretches her arms. "See ya at class."
"See ya tomorrow!" Arisa waves at her friends as they depart. "So it's just the two of us, huh?"
"I guess." He shrugs. "I'm gonna head home. See ya in the morning, Arisa."
Articho was about to walk away when Arisa suddenly grabs his left hand.
"Actually, I was wondering... Can I spend the night again?" Arisa started to explain, while blushing hard. "Also, I want to talk about how our bodies are attracted to each other."
"Huh?!" The Saiyan was shocked, hearing that from her. "You still want to talk about that!?"
"I've had a while of thinking it over, and I have something to confess."
"Not here." He says. "Follow me."
Articho pulls her back inside the mall, and a few minutes later, they're now on the building roof.
"What are we doing here on this roof?" She questions.
Articho tosses a Capsule on the ground, revealing a large box.
"You can store your new stuff in here, Arisa. Because I'm gonna fly you home."
"Sure." Arisa nods, as she places her purchases inside the box. "Wait. You're taking me back to my penthouse?"
"Who said that I was?" He smirks.
She squealed in excitement.
"I'm gonna be your roommate?!" The popstar asks in a childish way. "You really mean it?!"
"Of course." The Time Patroller answers.
"And I'd be glad to teach you how to harness your ki and be able to fly. If you're interested, that is."
"I can do that?" Arisa was curious, looking at herself.
"Anyone can. Not just Saiyans." Articho confirms. "However, I must warn you that my methods of training is very harsh. So don't expect me to go easy on you because I won't stop every time you break a sweat."
"I won't let you down." The popstar grins. "Now about what I said earlier..."
"Patience, Arisa." He tells her. "I wanna get back home and start making dinner while you get settled in. You can go to your place to gather a few things tomorrow. Right now, it's getting late."
"Right." She nods. "Are we going to fly on Nimbus?"
"I have something else in mind." He explains. "I'll be carrying you there."
"Oh my." She was a surprised hearing that from him, this reminded her of an old superhero movie she seen. "Hold that thought."
The popstar started to slip out of her heels. One of them falls flat on its side when she slip off her left shoe, but the other still stands up after taking it off.
Barefoot, she wiggles her toes as her pink glittered toe nails shimmer a bit. Then she carefully picks the heels up.
"I'm ready." She told her roommate.
"What are you going to do with your shoes?"
"Carry them."
"Don't drop them." He smiles. "Now grab onto me."
She smiles back and wraps her arms around his neck and places her feet on top of his.
"Stepping on me, huh?" He rhetorically asks before whispering in her ear. "I'm looking forward to seeing your delicious and beautiful body again. Very soon."
Then Articho, alongside Arisa, started levitating above the roof, causing her to giggle with excitement.
"Hope you're not afraid of heights." He teases her.
"I'm all right as long as I'm with you." She teases back.
"Ya know, we haven't met before coming to Academy City, but... there's something very familiar about you. You call me your champion. Why?" Articho questions, making Arisa to sweat.
The popstar sighed, knowing that sooner or later Articho will learn the truth about her.
"Tell you what?" She says. "Get us back to the capsule house in one piece, and I'll explain everything to you. AFTER we eat dinner."
"I believe that can be arranged." He agrees, as the two of them started heading for the outskirts of the city. "Hang on tight."
She nods, as she has a grip on her friend and heels.
Meanwhile, the purple haired girl was observing the two from the shadows.
"So the two of them are going to stay together, huh?" Mitori curiously wonders. "Just where are they going?"
Seeing where they were heading, she decided to follow them.
Articho lands on the grass as Arisa's feet follows suite. She lets go of holding on tight and slips back on her heels.
"Good to be home." She admits, as the two entered the capsule house.
"Indeed." He nods before tossing her the capsule that carried her purchases. "Go take out your new clothes and put them in the laundry to wash later. Oh, and keep your dress and heels on. I wanna see you in it a little longer."
"Sure." She smiles. "And I'll go put on that ring you gave me the other day again. It'll complete the set I'm wearing."
"Alright, and I'll get dinner prepared. How does curry sound?" Articho suggested.
"I would love that." The popstar smiles as she heads into the boy's room to organize her stuff.
When she was out of sight, Articho frowns, still suspicious. He then walks into the kitchen to begin cooking.
Sometime later...
Arisa and Articho were eating their dinner in silence.
"So... how's the curry?" The Time Patroller asks her.
"It's delicious. Your cooking is excellent." She answers, enjoy the meal. "At least I'm not that bad of a chef myself."
"Sure you are." He says, rolling his eyes.
The girl responds with a kick of her right heel to his leg.
"Watch it." She hisses.
"Alright, alright." He raises hands up. "No need to get all pissy about it."
Arisa rolls her eyes, as the two of them continued eating in silence. She then crosses her attractive legs while sitting in her seat after she finishes her food.
"So what is it you want to talk about?" Articho questions, finishing up as well. "Is it something important?"
Arisa sighed. "It's time that I revealed the truth about myself."
"I'm all ears."
"Very well." The popstar nods. "Do you remember the last thing that happened before you came to Academy City?"
"The last thing I remember, huh?" He looks up at the ceiling. "I was fighting an unkillable, but not immortal bad guy before going nova on his ass."
Arisa nods, agreeing with him. Articho notices this, however.
"What?" He questions suspiciously. "If you're asking who I was fighting prior to Academy City, that's none of your business."
"None of my business?" She questions, uncrossing her legs and crossing them again. "What gives you the right to say that's not my business?"
"I don't feel like discussing it. Besides, I've recently defeated that justice rambling bastard with brains instead of brawn. So I'll keep that part of my life to myself." He told her. "Since when are you getting so concerned about me? We basically just met not too long ago."
"I know you, more than you think."
"Humor me then." He snorts. "If you can, that is."
"Fine." The pink haired teen announced with confidences, standing up from her set. "Do you remember what happened 7 years ago?"
"Again, we've known each other for a week." He sighs in annoyance. "How do you know all of this?"
"Are you a goddamn idiot!? I was there!" Arisa yelled at me.
"Um, no? Because the seven years I recall was myself, the same baddie I ass whooped, and my superior who use to be the size of a child." He corrected her, before realizing something. "I didn't see you there."
"Oh you little..." Arisa started growling in frustrating, getting annoyed. "Don't you recognize me? Not even a little?"
"Nope." He answers. "You're Arisa Meigo."
"I am, at least not originally." She admits. "See, I only have a few memories as Arisa Meigo 3 years ago. While everything else was memories of my past life."
The Time Patroller sits quietly, letting her continue.
"No wait. It's the other way around." The popstar corrects herself. "Everything else is myself, while the few memories I have for those three years are that of my previous life."
"Go on."
"In short..." Arisa closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again. "My true name is Chronoa."
She was expecting a shocked expression from the Time Patroller, but Articho wasn't fazed by this revelation, confusing the girl.
"What?" She questions. "I just dropped a bombshell, Articho! You should be surprised already!"
"Guess I was right all along." He answers with his arms crossed. "And you just sealed it for me."
"You knew?" She was shocked. "When?"
"Since your first little outburst at me the other day." Articho answers with a blank expression.
Arisa pales in disbelief and embarrassment. "Crap. I totally forgot about that."
"Master detective, thank you very much." He says while tapping the side of his head with his right index finger.
Unbeknownst to the two of them, someone was secretly watching them from outside the window.
"So yeah, it's me." Arisa answers. "Hello, Articho."
"Hey, Chronoa. Good to see you again."
"Please, just keep calling me Arisa. That's who I am now." The popstar admits.
"If you're Arisa, then..." He mutters to himself and realizes something. "Wait. If you died before, then... the multiverse and its infinite timelines! They're all gone!"
"Articho, calm down!" Arisa told him. "Did you also forget the possibility of alternate timelines."
"We don't know that!" He exclaims before quietly whispers to himself. "Trunks, Pan, Goku, Vegeta... everyone... they're all gone."
"Articho..."
"Why?" He says, looking at her.
"Artich-"
"Damn it, there's only one of you, Arisa. And you exist outside of space and time." He begins to explain. "So why Did you have to die?"
"It's because we couldn't find your soul in Other World." She told him, with tears in her eyes. "We even searched in Hell."
"What?" The Time Patroller was shocked hearing that. "You mean, I died?"
"No." She shakes her head.
Articho sighs with relief.
"That can't be all bad." He smiled. "Can it?"
"Your soul's been erased out of existence." She deadpans.
Hearing that made the hybrid almost faint.
"What..." Articho shutters. "My soul erased out of existence?"
Back outside with the purple haired peeping tom.
"Well that's unexpected." Mitori told herself.
"So you are another version of Chronoa then." He mutters. "Hold the damn phone. That doesn't make any sense. You can't have multiple counterparts of yourself if you exist outside of time."
"Believe me, I'm just as confused as you are. However, there is an explanation. It would appear that I have reincarnated in this girl's body." The reincarnated goddess pointed out.
"I meant in our multiverse, you boob." He pointed out, poking her nose.
"Hey!"
"The same as always." He grins.
"So, aren't you angry at me? Don't you hate and revile me?"
"Why should I?" He raises an eyebrow. "Sure I'm totally pissed about it, but being angry at you and blaming you is not going to solve anything. Especially since the two of us are now in another universe. Well five with Parsley, Black, and Fu."
"Who?"
"Parsley, remember? Touma's other girlfriend besides Ayu and Misaki."
"Not that." She facepalms. "The last one."
"Fu?" He asked, causing her to nod.
"And Black." Arisa continued.
"Wait. You don't remember them?" Articho asked, before realizing something. "I was afraid of this. What was the last thing you remember before it disappeared?"
"Hmm." She places a hand on her chin. "That's a difficult question. I only have a majority of memories for my past life. Everything else is just a blank. But I do know that the two of us kissed before coming to this world, that much I remember."
"Yeah I remember that too." He admits. "It was kinda awkward and flattering. Besides, Kais and mortals aren't legally supposed to be together. Don't know why that rule was first implemented."
"True, but now I'm technically mortal." The reincarnated goddess pointed out, before nervously rubbing her thighs together. "And if I'm being honest, kissing you again the other day made me... Forgive my dirty mind... So wet."
"In other words, you never had sex education up until now." The Time Patroller pointed out.
Mitori gasped in embarrassment, suddenly feeling a strange sensation within her.
"What's going on with me?" She questioned, placing her hands on her crotch. A clear liquid drips down from under her skirt. "I haven't felt like this since after my nightmare about betraying Gensei. I need to get out of these clothes, before I lose it."
"So you wanted to further your education on the subject. Is that it?"
The popstar looks away, blushing shyly.
"I guess that's a yes." He figured. "Well our bodies are attracted to each other. So it does make sense."
"But why?" She questions. "Why are our bodies acting this way? I've seen you naked before and your penis never acted that way before."
"I think it has to do with my body's desire to reproduce." He scratches his head. "Though I'm not interested in starting a family, even at my current age."
"Me neither, at least not yet. But I am willing to learn how to make love. With you pleasure my delicious body." Arisa admits, pulling the front of her dress down to reval more of her chest. This causes the Saiyan to get aroused.
"Well..." Articho smirked, blushing a bit. Then he composed himself. "Ahem, of course. Arisa, do you mind stripping out of your dress please. But you can keep the ring and your heels. While you do that, I'll do the same."
"Very well." She giggles, pulling her front of the dress back up. "I'll be waiting in your room."
"Sure, I'm going to step out for a second." He says getting out of his seat and carries their dishes to the kitchen sink.
"Huh?" She questions.
"It won't take long, Arisa." He assures. "Can't have fun with you if my stomach is full and end up with cramps."
This causes her to giggle.
"Good point. Don't take too long." She coos in a seductive voice.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He told her, heading for the door.
Exiting his home, Articho shuts the door behind him.
He then sighs loudly.
"She's fucking crazy sometimes." He comments, planting his face into his hand before shaking his head.
Then the Time Patroller turns his gaze towards two trees.
"I know you're out there." He called out. "You can come out now."
However, there was no response or movement. This confuses him.
"Odd." He frowns. "I still sense whoever's ki close by."
Then he heard the sound of someone moaning behind the trees.
"I knew it." The Time Patroller then walks toward the source of the moans. When he got there, he was in for a surprise.
Mitori, now stripped of her clothing with the exception of her garter belt, stockings, and heels was rubbing her pussy. The purple hair girl pumped her fingers inside her vagina repeatedly. She even started pinching her nipples.
"Ahhhh..." She moans, lewdly. "Oh, Articho. More, give me more."
"What the hell?" He questions. "What is she doing here? For that matter, who the hell is she?"
Mitori slips off her heels, stockings, and belt as her aroused state got worse.
"My God, I need to have a cock." She called out, bringing herself to a climax. "Ahhhhh!"
A clear liquid started squirting from her lower lips.
When that was over with, Mitori was panting from exhaustion.
"Ahhhh..." The naked girl tiredly says. "That was fantastic."
"I sure enjoyed it."
Hearing that voice caused her eyes to widened.
"Ehhhhh!"
She looks up to see the boy himself, who was frowning and crossing his arms. She gasped, as she covers herself with her hands.
"Too late, I already saw you naked."
"You disgusting perverted pig!" The girl snarls angrily as she picks up her knife and attempts to stab him, but he easily caught the blade with his index and middle fingers as a white jagged aura surrounds his right hand, protecting it from cutting himself.
"He caught my knife with just his fingers?!" Mitori exclaims in her head. "What kind of person is he?"
Then he tosses the weapon to the side, catching her off guard.
"So cliche." Articho shook his head.
"Please, don't hurt me." She told him, backing away. However, she tripped and fell on her rear. Her breasts bounced from the fall. "Ow!"
"Oh, would you relax. I'm not going to harm you." He answers, helping her off the ground.
Mitori hesitates at first. Before she accepts his assistance. The Saiyan then started gathering her fallen clothing and handed it to her.
"However, that doesn't mean you're off the hook." He pointed out.
The purple hair girl started chuckling nervously, not liking were this is going.
"But for now, I'm letting you go." He says. "I'm not in the mood to interrogate you."
This causes her to smile, as she begins walking away from him. Mitori gives a small bow, before walking out of view. However, she stops and turns around, concerned.
"Wait. How'd you know I was even here?"
"I sensed your energy." He explains. "Whether it be close by or a few solar systems away."
"Seriously!?" She was dumbfounded. "A skill like that exists?"
"It's very common, so anyone can learn it." The Time Patroller shrugs.
"Okay." Mitori said, unsure what to say next. Then she decided to introduce herself.
"I'm-"
"Save it." He stops her. "We'll meet again. Somehow."
"And how exactly will you do that?"
"I'll find you." He answers. "I can just track you down with one of my other techniques, and go to you in an instant."
"Alright." She gives a nod. "I'll be waiting for you."
"Oh by the way, you should definitely get dressed right now. If anyone found you like this in this time of day, who knows what they'll do to you."
"I can take care of myself." She told him, as a duplicate of her made out of liquid metal appeared next to her.
"Well, that's a new one."
The purple haired teen and the puppet gave a sexy pose towards the Time Patroller.
"What do you think?" She asked, giving him a wink.
"Impressive, but... meh." He shrugs it off.
"Oh, whatever." Mitori rolls her eyes as she started walking away, but not before giving her ass a little shake.
"One last thing." He calls out. "You should let your hair down. Looks better that way. Not really a fan of pigtails. Makes me uncomfortable."
She thought about it for a moment, before looking at him again.
"I put that into consideration."
Then she started moving away again, until she was out of view.
"Another weird girl." He grumbles to himself. "I better head back right now, don't want to keep Arisa waiting."
The descendant of Goku started heading back inside the house.
Meanwhile...
"Idiots." Kakine spats at his two colleagues. "You had one job."
Rakko and her partner were on their knees, looking down in shame. Kaibi was sitting next to Kakine, wearing a pink bathroom, and filing her nails. She also had her attractive legs crossed. The teen with dirty blonde hair was wearing a blue bathroom.
"We're very sorry." The black haired assassin bows. "If we tried questioning him, he'll quickly get on to us."
"Tch!" He grits his teeth, annoyed. "I don't give a damn if he's onto us or not!"
The two of them jumped in fright.
"Would you calm yourself, love." Kaibi suggested towards her boyfriend.
Dark Matter growls at her, who is unfazed by his intimidation.
"Well... we didn't exactly come back empty handed, Kakine." Yobou speaks out.
"Hmm?" Kakine perks up. "This better not be a waste of my time, Yobou. And you know what happens if you do."
"It's not, I swear!" He told him.
The Level 5 sighed, before sitting down. The girl with blonde hair wrapped her arms around him, give me a break smile.
"Fine. I'll hear you out." He told his subordinate.
"We were able to exchange our email addresses and cell numbers with Articho's recently new friends." He explains, still nervous. "And get this: one of them is the Goalkeeper."
"And he also knows Mental Out." Rakko added.
Hearing this new information, peaked the other members interest.
"You know who the Goalkeeper really is?" Kaibi asks.
"We do." They answered. "She's a classmate to Articho, along with six others."
"She?" Kakine and Kaibi questions.
"Her name is Kazari Uiharu, a Level 1 with the ability Thermal Hand." Yobou further explains.
Kaibi quickly types on her pad and brings up Uiharu's record.
"Born February 10, currently 13 years old..." She murmurs. "No record. Huh. That's curious."
"What do you mean no record?" Kakine wonders.
"That's what the Bank is showing me." She shrugs. "Despite being a member of Judgement, she hasn't accomplished anything. Not even committing a single crime."
"That is curious." He says with a hand under his chin. "There's two possibilities for that. Either she's clean her whole life here in Academy City, or she manipulated the data of her record."
"Or both."
"What of her place of birth?"
"It's covered in black ink." She answers. "Her birthplace is redacted, but she is a Japanese native like us."
"Hacking it won't get us anywhere." Yobou shakes his head. "I wouldn't be able to bypass the first three firewalls if I tried to."
"First three?"
"It's beyond me." He shook his head. "I suppose we could get the information directly from the source."
"And how exactly are you two gonna pull it off?" Dark Matter snorts. "You said it yourself: Articho's not stupid."
"I'll think of something."
"Like hell you will!" He stands up. "I think I wanna meet him myself, and see how powerful this 'Super Saiyan' really is."
Rakko and her partner started to sweat drop.
"The two of you can go home now."
"He's screwed." The two said in their own heads. Then they started walking out of the room.
Kakine sighed, sitting back down.
"Useless." He exclaimed. "I have to do everything myself."
"They most likely wanted to be friends with him, Kakine." Kaibi comments. "Can't say I blame them."
"Friends?" He scoffs. "Having friends is for the weak. Except you, course."
He caresses her cheeks, causing her to coo from his touch.
"I'll take that as a compliment." The blonde girl answers, as her lover cups her chin. "Now, where were we?"
Kakine grinned as he and his girlfriend pressed their lips together, making out. The couple removed the bathrobes as the dirty blonde teen pushes the girl down on the bed. Then she wraps her legs around him, as he begins to move his hips.
Elsewhere...
"Finally, made it back." Mitori answers, closing the door of her apartment.
She throws her clothes into a laundry basket, and places her heels into the closet. Until finally making to the bed.
She falls flat on it, butt naked, and enters a deep sleep. Unbeknownst to her, something is growing on the back of her waist above her butt cheeks.
The purple hair girl giggles in her sleep, placing one of her hands on her crotch.
She started moaning softly at first. But then, she places one of her fingers in her pussy and gasps before moaning loudly.
"Oh, Articho." She moans. "Ahhh!"
Her screams of pleasure was all it needs. A furry brown monkey tail sprouts out of her body completely.
Blood started dripping off of it and onto her bed sheets.
She continues pleasuring herself, without knowing about the tail.
To be continue...