"Ok" took a deep inhale of his cigar Takashi " you ask, I answer as best as I can, but we would do it in order, Saya, you are possibly the most intelligent person in the room and you have been dying to interrogate me since the warehouse, so yours is the first shot".
Saya flinched a little at the memories and Takashi felt like slapping himself for being an ass.
"What are you Takashi?" she asked, possible the question that was on everybody minds.
"My kin is called Therianthropes" answered him " beyond that, no idea" shrugged the boy.
"Wait" suddenly said Hayashi-sensei " I know that word, it was in some western literature pieces, it was something about the skill to shapeshifting into animals".
"Could be" eyed discretely Takashi to Magnus for a second, but the man, still in his cover as Plushy, seemed to be more impressed by the knowledge of the redhead woman than alarmed.
"It would certainly explain a lot of things" smiled Takashi to the woman with pride "you should tell me more about those books sensei, honestly, I am as lost as everybody else about what I am now".
"It gave you diamond abs, bro" deadpanned Morita with dark humor " not sure if you should protest".
"Yeah, after years of nightmares, physical pains, traumas and not to mention my back" snorted back Takashi.
"Uh?" asked Morita " your back?".
"Feet meet mouth" grumbled Takashi under his breath, realizing what he has said, among his pack, his guard lowers and that could be very dangerous " fuck it, you will ask for it sooner or latter".
Until now, Takashi has never been entirely shirtless, covered in blood and flesh pieces? yes, broken shirt? yes, but never entirely shirtless, now he took out what remains of his jacket and show the audience what he was speaking about.
Gasps and fucks were the muffled sounds that he heard, not get him wrong, he loved his pack, but the wounds of his backs were from way past, from the first day when all of this shit started and being completely honest, he hated when people pitied him.
So far, only Marikawa-sensei knew about the scars, it was pure logic that the nurse of the school knew about such horrid marks in his body; Japan is not a tolerant country, things like that must be put out of sight, otherwise, he will cause discomfort and glares wherever he went.
"Kami" gasped Hayashi-sensei "those are old scars, very old scars".
"From when I was a kid" replied Takashi " best guess I have about them is that another Therianthrope wanted a piece of me and did this to me when I went with my parents to a camping in the forest that surrounded Tokonusu".
"Shit, bro" shook his head Morita " sorry for putting my foot into my mouth".
"No worries" smiled Takashi, " I think I have done a very good job hiding it".
"But...if you were a Therianthrope before," said Kohta not making the numbers click in his head.
"No, I was always a Therianthrope" explained Takashi " but the attack made my body and whatever made me a Therianthrope went nuts, I manifested part of my capabilities but uncontrolled and then I lost them and then they get back with a vengeance, you knew how sensitive my ears were, now I am much more focused, instead of having a planetary sized migraine, like I usually had, almost daily".
"Then they bite you" pointed out Saya deducting, somehow, the process " and when whatever made those things moved into you, whatever they did force your body to react and heal you, completely".
"I know you were clever" snorted Takashi impressed " but you are way more clever than I thought".
"Flattery will get you anywhere" smirked the pinkette.
"So, whats the deal?" asked Igou "are you some kind of werewolf now?".
Takashi just stared flabbergasted at Igou, with all the shit of the day, he had never thought about it, but it does make a horrid sense, considering his claws, fangs and physical skills.
"Uh, no idea, but that was a very accurate guess" laughed Takashi humorless " although, I can not change into any animals, nor transform into a hybrid or any other shit like that; claws, fangs, a little extra muscle; so far that's all the package".
The words of Igou had the ring of truth, the beast inside of him was akin to a wolf, his desires, his instincts, everything on him screamed wolf, but at the same time, he was not even close to the level of Magnus, who could shapeshift into something akin to a very big dog, not a wolf.
That means that he could transform into other animals like ravens or swans if he wanted? that would be cool but something inside of him just pointed out that he was a predator, claws, and teeth, that was the rule, nothing of horns or feathers unless it was a predator too.
Odd, but with his powers, all was a curve of learning, most of the time, the nastiest curveball he could ever dream off, not to mention he had yet felt like the time were the red mist of rage took control of his body, just like it happened when he rescued Saya from those mercenaries that were trying to kidnap her or more recently when he was bitten and then see all red and clean up and entire floor of the school with his bare claws.
"But you are immune to their bite" pointed out Yuuki a bit amazed for how the boy seems to be invulnerable or at last incredible impervious to damage "otherwise you would not be with us now, but lazing around and moaning like the rest over there".
"Not entirely sure" admitted Takashi, with his cigar back in his mouth " I think is something along the lines of being resistant more than immune, like those people that inject themselves with snake venom so they could resist it or those people who are capable of surviving a lethal illness because they had a very strong immune system...err, I am not that clever, Marikawa-sensei, could you explain it better?" pass the ball to the blonde bombshell who blinked in surprise for suddenly being in the spotlight.
"Well" blushed the nurse, not accustomed to being the target of all the stares, but the soft lick on her hand of Plushy and how he nuzzled his snout against her leg made her smile and took strength from the supportive dog.
"You sly dog" snorted Takashi in the safety on his mind, the last thing he needed now was to antagonize the older Therianthrope by busting his cover as Marikawa-senseis pet.
"It is true that the exposition to specific poisons was a method that some snake breeders and explorers took when they travel jungles and other terrains with those same serpents or snakes with similar poisons" started to explain the nurse " however is a painful and slow process that required of them to inject themselves with very diluted versions of the poisons and is practically impossible to make oneself immune to all snake poisons or any other kind of poisons".
"It ´s not that different from a vaccine, actually but a bit more complex and specific" smiled shrugging.
She frowned and tapped her lips for a second like she was trying to remember something, the rest of the present just let the surprisingly knowledgeable nurse recall from her memories, she was way better doctor that the people gave her credit for; in Takashi's case, he would trust the nurse with his life, in a heartbeat, and without regrets.
Blame such loyalty on his more bestial side, if you are good with me, I am good with you, kind of thought.
"Your condition seems to be more the second case, your immune system is just that good" said her with a smile "usually, humans had an adaptive immune systems, once a pathogen had entered the body, the body fought back with a diverse variety of cells, Lymphocytes, Gamma delta T cells, antibodies; they phagocyte the pathogen or broke its cellular membrane; after the infection is vanquished, the body stores the memory of the pathogen, so if it is infected again, it already had a quick response against the infection" resumed pretty quickly how it worked.
"But you are different" pointer her to him with a raised finger and an adorably focused expression on her face " your immune system is a mix of innate and adaptive, the former present in most animals and the latter in Gnathostomata; once your body is exposed to a pathogen it reacted with full force, possibly you have an overwhelming recount of NK cells, capable of erasing any cells that lacked histocompatibility with your unique system and after that created a long-term resistance or immunity".
"Sorry Komuro-kun I can not say for sure if you are immune or resistant, unless we subject you to a lot of medical tests" cutely muttered a little abashed, despite the shit ton of information that she had poured on all of them
Suddenly Morita was on his knees in front of the busty teacher, comical tears falling down his eyes.
"Sensei, for the love of Kami, couldn't you just say that he had a freaking healing factor like a bloody superhero!?, I swear my brain hurts with that many complex words" whined the boy in praying position to the blonde woman that was openly chuckling, incredibly amused by the boy's antics.
The group laughed openly at the words of the boy, the lot of them were as lost as the blonde Mohawk boy, possibly except Saya or Hayashi-sensei, none of them had entirely got all the explanations of Marikawa-sensei but she was back on her bubbly and airhead persona.
"So, better do not get bitten a lot or I will overload my immune system and finally turn into one of them" resumed Takashi the worst case scenario " pretty much what I was expecting, I could be strong but I am far from invulnerable, I fear that a bullet to the head would put me down as fast as anybody else".
In the back, Plushy snorted and muzzle his cold snout against Marikawa-senseis cheek, eliciting a giggle and a protest of the blonde nurse.
"Silence you dammed monster" protested Takashi silently, taking another smoke from his cigar " I am not a fucking old Therianthrope with centuries of practice you know?".
"Well, good to know you are still among mortals" joked Igou at the back of the group, his ankle was being bandaged as the constant activity for the day did little favor for his recovery.
Saeko send a frosty glare at the back of the martial artist, she recognized what Takashi was doing, by appearing humble and a lot less powerful than he really was, he would make himself close to the rest of the survivor band, even a monster would need company at some point.
And in the back side of her mind, Saeko listened to a voice that suggested that she would gladly provide such company and much more, the boy had fascinating golden eyes that she had ever seen and when he was tearing apart Them, the glint in the corner of those eyes was a mirror of her own.
The secret thirst for violence, that she kept buried under her soft and gentle facade, the maniac rush that she had when her weapon took another of those things down, she would love to cut, to mangle, this apocalypse was exactly what she deeply desired, an excuse to let any inhibitions lose and drown herself in the pleasure of the battle.
Takashi was like her, but he had claws and teeth instead of the need for sharp blades, she wanted to pout a little, it was almost unfair but she had to admit that she loved her swords, even if for the moment she could only use a bokken, speaking of which, that piece of wood was nearly the limit of his resilience.
"I'm far from being immortal" snorted Takashi with a short laugh " fuck, you saw how mangled they left me at the time when we made a run for the bus, if they fall on my in suffice numbers, I will be dog chow...oh, that pun, that pun" facepalmed himself Takashi at the timid laughs of the rest of the survivors.
"Well, I just glad that you had our backs" shrugged Kohta with a friendly smile and his gun, safe on, in his hands, with the cannon down so he would never hurt any of them "despite all the madness we are enduring its good to know we had our personal, uh? wereangel?".
"Kohta," said Takashi almost choking in his cigar after that last remark "please, none of more puns like that, enough horrible are mine to add yours to the mix, we could star a comedic T.V show".
"Its good to see you in such high spirits boys" smiled the redhead professor "but, please Komuro-Kun, be honest with us, how are you really hanging all this madness?" asked the professor looking at his eyes.
"That's unfair sensei," said bashfully Takashi, almost shrinking under the warm glare of his sound crush, as Saya liked to call the older woman.
"Please tell us" joined Saeko to the pledge and Takashi grumbled in his mind, they were teaming up against him, that was unfair, he couldn't defend himself against that.
"By all that is sacred, please never use puppy dog eyes against me" shuddered Takashi " I will be wrapped around their fingers in less than a heartbeat".
"Its a work in progress" confessed Takashi raising his hand and releasing his two inches long, steel hard nails or claws would be the most appropriate "I am still learning, the hard way, what on earth I am, what can I do, and how to control it as much as I could".
"And your mind?" nailed it in the head Yuuki Miku " body and mind, Komuro-Kun, how are you enduring this little horror we are suffering?" hugged herself Yuuki, suppressing the memories of the eyes of Tsunoda and Shindo all over her body.
She was a very attractive girl, yes, and she was way more flirty than she should, especially with the bad luck streak she has had with men, but one thing was to be flirty, and she openly admitted that she loved to flirt and tease around, and another completely different thing, was to be the cum dumpster that those two fuckers in the bus believed she was or wanted to turn her into.
"I am...surprisingly cool with all this" confessed Takashi again and he noticed the flinch of Rei in the back, as she was not getting closer to Igou but keeping a distance from practically everyone, listening to the boy attentively.
"I don't know how, why or if I am just suppressing it until it hit me like a train" let go Takashi some of the smoke of his cigar "but for the moment, I will enjoy the ride for what is worth".
"Well, you can always come at me for some...relaxation of such stressful days, considering how big your stamina could be now, you will need some release" winked Yuuki licking her lips and looking at his abs.
"Uh, sure, one of this days" stiffened Takashi not sure how to face the music when the sex or even the suggestion of it was involved in a conversation.
Saeko eyed the back of the head of Yuuki with a glare that would have freeze hell, and Hayashi-sensei looked in disapproval to the younger girl, neither of them wanted to admit how in denial they were about how bad they had it for the young Therianthrope.
"You are colder now Takashi" said suddenly Rei, looking at him with dozens of emotions running in her beautiful eyes " I hear what you said to that pig at the station..." she slowly low her voice, not entirely sure about what to say next, as her emotions were running rampant in a dozen directions.
"Ah, that" nodded Takashi without changing his expression even if he was swearing a storm in his mind " well, you were impressive there Rei, you get rid of that bastard on your own, I only had to be a witness of his final moments" shrugged the boy like it was nothing.
"Unfortunately, he was another tragic history in this nightmare we are neck deep into" said Takashi in a resigned tone " despite I can understand and pity the poor bastard" bullshit, his bestial part wanted to tear him apart just because he dared to challenge him "his, yours, me, all of our histories are very similar, we just wanted to survive at all cost, and that will have a very stiff cost".
The words of Takashi send a shiver through their spines, it was not only the content but the tone of the speech of the boy, a tone that lefts nothing for discussion, this was not up for debate, even if he was not noticing it, Takashi was acting and exuding the aura of an Alpha; a kind and humble alpha, at last with his pack; his words are laws, as simple as that.
And a few of the girls had to discretely control her blushes or squabble a little to hide the interesting effect that the attitude of the boy has had on their nether regions.
Takashi confused the image and with an embarrassed expression and scratching the back of his head, he just realized how much he had to stink right now, between the putrid flesh of Them and the blood that practically covered him entirely.
"Sorry," he said "I didn't remember that I am covered in grim and blood" smiled embarrassedly Takashi " I will be on the balcony until the bath is free".
The boy smiled at all of them and got back to the balcony, taking a seat in the open space, to let his cigar smoke went up of the clear sky.
It has gone better than Takashi expected.
There were rough spots, as he suspected like when he explained that his hypersensitivity was nothing but his body trying to cope up with the wondrous wound that he had on his back, a wound, that none of them had ever seen until now, and as soon as he could show them, he could sense how the more empathic among the crowd winced.
He could understand, his wound was a very ugly marrow on his back; in a society like the Japanese, this kind of physical marks were very frowned upon, unless you took a lot of effort to cover it, much like Takashi had done all his life, even with those that were closest to him.
It was something that he hated, but now, it was a mark of honor, a symbol of how he survived against impossible odds and triumph, even if he was a child that only could remember it in his nightmares; nonetheless, it was a very impressive image and one that Marikawa-sensei explained that should be impossible to survive as a child.
Therianthropes are made of hard stuff, and considering that he was even a stronger specimen of the usual, it was no surprise to him actually, the doctor that attend him when he was a child, already got that clear, he should have died that day, and yet, he survived and in due time, prospered.
The part that was more uphill for everyone was his now inhuman physical progress; heck, he even barely could believe it, but he knew that he was barely scratching the surface, that in time, he could achieve impossible feats, as he grows older and stronger in his powers.
It was akin to a martial artist, he had to train to improvise further his body and technique, however, he would not have the same limits as any human martial artist, as he was not entirely human right now.
And speaking about physical changes, Takashi really skip a beat or two when Yuuki; once again making her reputation of a shameless flirt grow; asked how much has his stamina and "it" grow, she asked with a glare that made the beast inside of Takashi start to drool at the idea of getting her bend over and fuck her silly in a doggy style position until she submitted to him.
He had to admit it, Yuuki had got him with that one, and he needed a couple of seconds to recover from the sudden and suggestive question, the gorgeous teenager had to ask.
On a more personal note, he couldn't but made some comparison between the women that had caught his fancy in a biblical way; namely, Saeko, Hayashi-sensei, Rei; although this one was lost to him now; this recently incorporation to his survivor group Yuuki Miku; even if he has met her personally for less than a day, Takashi had to admit that she was one hot piece of ass.
Three girls his age, and an older woman.
Morita and Imamura; the latter dead at the hands of those things; would be already putting two thumbs up for him for such high marks, even if he knew that Saeko; and if his nose didn't lie, Hayashi-sensei and Yuuki too; was attracted to him, not really sure why or what he could have done to call the attention of the disciplined girl but the attraction was mutual.
Like it or not, Takashi could never block the scent of Saeko, he knows where she is and sometimes, could catch a sniff of the emotional state of the girl, right now a relaxing and a bit shocked sweat and tense anxiety, as he was telling them what he supposedly was.
Once the tale was over, Takashi had already got back to his spot in the balcony, and noticing how he was starting to get a little short of tobacco, he sighed and put the cigars and the lighter on his jacket, he would smoke then later, when he could take a bath and get rid of all the dry blood he had on him and that was starting to really annoy his sense of smell.
There were questions, no doubt; after all, Takashi has told them that he was something akin to a werewolf of the legends and he was resistant or immune to whatever the hell had caused the dead to come back to life.
He quickly commented Saya about the possibility of a virus, transmitting from host to host instead of just killing it outright, and be done with it, as most viruses of the world seem to function.
Influenza, the Plague, Ebola, all those viruses are deadly, so much was true, but none of them reanimated the corpse and made it go around stumbling until they found a healthy host to infect.
Saya look at Takashi frowning, like she usually did when she was lost in deep thought, and Takashi just left her pondering whatever she could be thinking, Saya was 33%Tsun, 33%temper and 33% cockiness for a 99% percent genius with a 1% percent dere, if you get her in a good mood.
Takashi loved the pinkette girl like a sister, she has been always there for him; but the event of the kidnapping had put a shadow of fear and uncertainty on her that Takashi hated, and he was the one that dispatched the mercenaries in a lot of bloody imaginative ways; some of them were way too much in his opinion, but there was a red mist on that part of his memory, only the consequences left after he ended all of them.
Another of the little things on his plate.
He was a murderer, like it or not, he had taken human lives; even if he had all the rights of the world to claim fucking vengeance on the asses of the mercenaries that run a van over him and after that, emptied half a dozen of bullet clips on his body.
His parents had done all they could to support him, but the blood in his hands was a sign that his human part abhorred and his bestial part just shrugged like it was your everyday routine; it was a fascinating dichotomy that only made him want a cost-size painkiller to deal with a headache.
Still, all those thoughts had been put apart by the needs of his pack.
They wanted him strong, they need him to be a pillar of strength and confidence on where they could lean and endure the hardships of this apocalypse; that is the burden of the Alpha, and Takashi, as much as he hated to be leader of nothing, had the strength and the willpower to be the leader they need.
Not to mention, he was starting to realize how much of a pack they were now, even with the newcomer.
Well, in this world it was a good thing, to actually had a pack, a group of people that would fight alongside against whatever this thing would throw at them.
Speaking of his pack, after the end of his tale, he left them on the main room, getting back into the balcony so he would not stink the place with the blood and dirty he had all over his body; as the women had already declared that they were going to take a very needed bath, he would patiently wait for his turn and clean off all the shit on him.
He was tempted to actually made a run to the river and clean himself there, but as all the inside rivers of the cities, it had a lot of garbage floating on it, despite all the good cleaning regulations that the town hall imposed, he was sure that near the mountains or near the coast, he would find clean waters on where to bath.
With his enhanced hearing, he could pick up the conversation the women were having in the bathroom, and in a conscious act of self-defense, he tuned them out.
The girls had taken turns and on the first turn, Hayashi-sensei, Yuuki, and Saeko entered into the bathroom; the sounds of water splashing the young and nubile bodies of the teenagers and the solid and voluptuous curves of the sensei was something that was making Takashi's pants a little too tight.
And then Yuuki start to wonder how big his little wolf was, and if he was single.
As it has been said, Takashi had already big enough problems as it was controlling his libido, having an attractive and shameless girl as Yuuki constantly proving his defenses was the perfect recipe for bending her over the table and made love to her, in ways that would leave professional pornstars like amateurs.
If Hayashi-sensei and Saeko wanted to join the fun, he would be more than delighted to turn them into quivering and fucked silly messes.
Takashi shook his head, a little embarrassed by his own perverted thoughts, he liked how the females seem to be so pleased with his physical appearance, no, really, he loved it.
On the other hand, Takashi was still a virgin at heart, the crazy night on where he lost his virginity didn't count, as he could not even remember shit of that night; it was all under a haze, he blamed the drugs he took that night, it would be the last time he ever touch anything related to recreational drugs.
Tobacco and his herbal medicine were fine; he needed them; any other substance was off limits,still, he was a little curious about how would his body handle a copious amount of alcohol or a marihuana cigar; after the explanation that Marikawa-sensei gave to them about how could possibly work his healing factor, he pondered about the possibility that his body would treat alcohol as poisons, quickly erasing them.
Takashi was far from being an authority on biology, so far his best subjects were mechanics and literature; and the latter comes as consequence of being alone for long periods of time and his not so secret crush on the red-haired sensei that was bathing right now, just a meter or two under him; but he had the nagging sensation that being drunk was going to be quite the challenge in his new status as Therianthrope.
He was not sure about considering that a bless or a curse.
It was the second turn in the bathroom...Takashi just knew it, even separated and with a cigar in his mouth, he could tell who was in the bath just by the smell and the sounds
Saya, Rei, and Marikawa-sensei entered in the bathroom and once again, Takashi tune it out, he would not imagine Saya or sensei naked, soap and water slipping over their athletic and toned bodies, making small ponds on their gorgeous cleavages and magnificent ass checks and...
Takashi smashed his head against the metal rail of the balcony and grunted, his cock was already started to twitch painfully in his semi-erect state, at this rate, it was going to burst the only pants he had.
Somehow, he doubted any clothes Magnus could have around would suit him, the man was an eight foot giant with a body that would make a professional quarterback look like a wimp.
Takashi was ripped now, with the kind of body that professional athletes could only dream off, all thanks to his Therianthrope blood, that had turned him into some kind of superhuman hybrid of human and beast; if, the claws and the fangs, along with his eyes, were an indicator.
He was eager to see if he could change shapes like Magnus/Plushy does, he made it look easy as pie, but Takashi was not entirely convinced, he suspected it would take him years of practice, not to mention that he had no idea about how to move in four legs.
He was a bipedal mammal, suddenly developing the body of a wolf, or a dog or a fox whatever the case it could be, it was going to be a pain in the ass; although his bestial side did not seem to be as worried as him.
However, his bestial side was completely obsessed with getting laid, with as many women as possible, as many times as possible.
If it weren't for the fact that it was half moon, Takashi would start to believe in the legends about the full moon and the werewolves and all that crap, Magnus/Plushy had already cleared those misconceptions with him, Therianthropes are the source of those legends, not the other way around.
A sudden change in the air called him out of his thoughts, as Kohta and Morita open the balcony room; Igou was sat on the bed, adjusting the bandage he had on his ankle, it has been a very bad strain and Marikawa-sensei suspected he had perhaps torn some muscles or ligaments.
Of course, without an X-ray machine, they were all conjectures, but the pained face of Igou spoke volumes of much it hurt at the beginning of the day, with some hours of repose and a compress of ice and some painkillers, he would be back in action by the morning.
Or so hoped the nurse, carrying Igou around was something that Takashi didn't expect, at last, they had a vehicle, a very solid vehicle, that would carry them with easiness, even if they loot the flat of Rika-san and took everything that could be remotely useful.
Although they were perhaps too many people even for the tank-like vehicle, perhaps he could find another vehicle, after all, he was the only one among them that could move around all this nightmare without to worry about infection; even in the worst cases, he could just run along the car.
Takashi was not being overconfident, the last thing he wanted right now was to have pieces of his body chunk by rotten things like those that walk around the house, and he was conscious that he could be resistant, Not immune; there was a very big difference between those two.
"How is it hanging, bro?" saluted Morita with his unique style, making Takashi smile.
Morita was one of the few that had taken his newfound status as Therianthrope in stride, in fact, he was saying it was cool as hell, and where he could get some.
That made him laugh, although he took good note to ask about it later to Magnus/Plushy, the older Therianthrope could possibly have an answer for it, something that could lead him to increase his pack, just the mere idea of Saeko with his same physical capabilities will make their possibilities of survival all this zombie apocalypse went through the roof.
"As good as one could expect" snorted Takashi who give a nod of thanks to Kohta.
The chubby boy gave him a very nice cold bottle of water.
The boys had been confined into the upper room as the girls bathed, just in case any of they had the temptation of peeking; Takashi had listened to some of the conversations they have had on the bathroom, and has serious doubts about on what room really were the perverts.
Taking a long gulp from the bottle, Takashi cleaned his lips with the torn sleeve of his jacket, he was dress in what could only be called rags, but there was no other option for him for the moment.
Kohta and Morita took a seat on the floor of the balcony, even from the distance, the echoes of the chaos on the bridge reach even there, at kilometers of distance.
"Takashi would you help us with something?" asked Kohta looking at the room behind them, concretely to a metal locker in front of the bedroom.
"Weapons" deducted Takashi in an instant, and he saw his suspicions confirmed in the embarrassed look of Kohta and the sheepish scratch of his neck by Morita.
"Sure, why not?" raised from the floor Takashi, putting the empty bottle in the floor, he was grateful for a distraction from the sounds of the bath, soon he could bath at peace, and now that Takashi thought about it...
"Ey, how come you are clean?" raised an eyebrow, grabbing the door of the locker and with one single pull, rip the metal door from its hinges, like it was just wet paper.
"All our hard work" muttered Morita suddenly depressed, as Igou just chuckled; he has been a witness of how the two boys tried to open the door with a crowbar with little success.
"There is a shower in there...oh, fuck yes!, this is what I was talking about" pointed Kohta to a little door in the corner of the room, leading to a tiny bathroom, before his expression changed to a very wicked grim and jump at the weapons inside the metal cabinet, going all otaku mode over the arsenal.
Takashi loudly swore, making the other boys chuckled.
Takashi was so focused in tune off the sounds of the bathroom and from the girls giggles and comments, that had lost everything that has been happening around; sighing to himself, Takashi let Kohta droll over the guns, as he and Morita start to categorize and perform maintenance on the weapons, under the orders of Kohta.
Takashi smiled weakly, he knew how Kohta had trained with real weapons, he has already told him about his time with the Delta Force trainer from Blackwatch and Takashi was happy for the chubby boy, he had found something that he excelled at, and Takashi was more than happy of having a marksman like him among his pack.
"Ah, hell" snorted Takashi leaving Kohta to take care of the guns "I will take a bath later" he simply shrugged and licked his lips, even after the meat and the water, he still felt a little thirsty and hungry.
He got down the stairs to the main floor of the building, repairing of how Plushy/Magnus was playing around with Marikawa-Sensei, still, there was something on the smell of the woman that made him raise an eyebrow, not a second later, when he recognized the smell, he just chuckled.
Saya and Rei were slumbering on the couches of the dining room, with a dozen or so of, empty beer cans loitering the ground, Marikawa-sensei was drunk and she wanted to hug her plushy, a very clean Plushy.
Takashi and Magnus/Plushy shared a look and Takashi snorted in amusement, lucky bastard, he has been bathed by the blonde nurse, meanwhile, Takashi was doing all he could to tune out the sounds of a lot of women bathing themselves and talking about how big was his cock.
It was not fair.
Plushy/Magnus just stared at him, and Takashi raised an eyebrow, what was the old dog looking at? it was something just behind him.
Turning his head to where the dog was looking, the expression of Takashi slowly changed from curiosity to complete astonishment.
What his conscious mind could make about the picture; before his inner beast started drolling and banging the doors of his brain, demanding romping, long and hardcore romping; was:
Saeko: Illegally tight white apron+black thong.
Hayashi-sensei: Damped red mane+ waist towel
Yuuki Miku: Just a towel over her shoulders.
Takashi's brain suffered a reboot; not found.
There was an awkward silence in the room, only the fires of the kitchen and the boiling of the ingredients inside the pots produced any sound, until the giggling voice of the blonde nurse in the back, snapped them out of their trances, however, they still were frozen and practically all of them, sporting a massive blush on their faces.
Saeko was fiercely eying Takashi, who was dressed with nothing but his ragged pants and his semi-erect cock was making a bulge in his pants impossible not to see, she was not especially conscious about her almost naked status, neither the demolishing effect her apron+thong combo produced on the poor boy.
Hayashi-sensei, on the other hand, was blushing a storm, she was the adult here, and despite she no longer being a virgin, she couldn't but feel conflicted about how attractive was the perfect boy in front of her; he was exactly the response of all her wet dreams made flesh, but he was almost a decade older than the boy, not to mention she was her teacher, not half a day before, and that still weighted in her mind.
Yuuki by her part, was drooling at the sight of the half-naked stud in front of her, she was a promiscuous girl, so much was absolutely true, but that doesn't mean she was a cheap whore that spread her legs for all the males around, she was exceptionally picky about her males, however, right now, she could only ogle the supreme A+ grade meat in front of her.
On the other side of the room, Takashi just stared at them, his brain having a royal rumble about lust and responsibility, neither of them wanting to fall back from the gorgeous picture in front of him.
Three absolutely beautiful women barely dressed and still a little wet from the recent bath, three goddesses standing in all their glory in front of his eyes.
That is something that doesn't happen every day and his hormones were having a field day with all of this.
His cock throbbed, really painfully, wanting to be out of the ragged jeans that constricted it, Takashi would have covered her ten inches half erect cock, but he was frozen, unable to do anything but stare mouth agape at the three beauties in front of him.
Yuuki was the one that recovered first and with a sway of her hips, smiled at Takashi.
"See something you like, Ko-mu-ro-Kun?" purred the orange haired girl " I certainly do" widened her smile, slowly downing her gaze to the crotch of Takashi.
Takashi snapped out of his trance, and covered his crotch with his hands, mumbling apologies as he blushed deeply for the boldness of the curvy girl who was teasing him relentlessly.
"Oh, don't apologize, you are some serious eye candy too," said Yuuki, getting closer to him, so he could smell her arousing scent and appreciate all the curves of her body in full detail.
When she was close enough, she passed her hands over his biceps of steel with soft and approving hum in her lips. "Oh, perfect muscles too, oh, boy, you and I are going to had some delicious fun later".
The sound of a knife piercing through a hard surface, called the attention of both of them, turning their heads they saw how Saeko has buried a kitchen knife through the chopping board and was sweetly smiling at them like it was nothing.
"Scary and hot as hell," thought Takashi " there is something seriously wrong with me" he lamented in his own mind.
"Yuuki-san" called the sensei with a stern glare to the half-naked girl " please have some decency and stop teasing Komuro-kun" his words would have more effect, if she weren't blushing a storm too and covered only with a towel, surrounding her hips, with her red hair covering her bountiful breasts.
"Whoaa" whistled Yuuki raising her hands in peaceful sign, turning his head back to Takashi, she smirked " well, aren't you popular Komuro-kun?" chuckled the girl at the reaction of the other two women.
Yuuki was not stupid, she knew perfectly well who takes to her bed, she was very careful about who does she have a relationship with and what were the limits.
That fiasco with Tsunoda did not count, he had a great body but that was it, he was an absolute jerk of the highest order, her past choices in men had been very bad, she could admit that, but she couldn't be always right, sometimes she took risks and won a big reward and another she made a big mistake.
She was a teenager, hormones and stupid decisions came with the package.
She left the bus group with serious doubts, but after the few hours she has been with this group, she has discovered that the alpha male was Komuro; not only for his supernatural powers but because everybody around seems to trust completely on the feral boy.
Being as flirty and promiscuous as she was, Yuuki was a very good judge of character; it was a necessity, so she would not end bedding a jerk like Tsunoda again.
Just a few hours and she already deducted that the gorgeous boy was absolutely perfect, oh, there was the violence and rage that he has displayed against those zombies, but if he was as monstrous as he likes to believe he was, he would not have stiffened like an iron bar when she teased him during the explanation about what he was now.
Monsters don't care about anyone except their own well being and desires; Komuro was the exact opposite, he was taking the burden of keeping all of them alive and well.
In the middle of this chaos, he jumped, without hesitation, into a horde of those things, to save them all, and still had the time to make sure that they were alright.
Monster? her sweet ass.
Komuro could have issues, as every teenager in the world would have, but for Yuuki, he was absolutely perfect, the biggest, baddest boy she could ever dream for, packed with an anaconda in his pants and with a tender side that granted that any female in his arms would be pampered like a queen.
In resume, he was the complete package, in a Tarzan or Werewolf sort of theme.
She could buy that, just shut up and take her money, she was going to bag the boy and ravish him for as long as she could.
Although, there was the little issue of the other two women who had the hots for the boy.
Yuuki was not blind to the body language of Hayashi-sensei and Busujima, they had the hots for the boy, and she knew that it could lead to a very awkward or directly violent situation if she did not play her cards right. She wanted to live, not to fuck a group that was very good for her just because she needed to scratch an itch.
This group was the one that had the biggest chances of survival, and not only because the hottest guardian angel she could dream off protecting them, but because they had a lot of useful skills, they were united and were a lot more resourceful than any of the other idiots of the bus.
She could live without the sex, she loved the sex, so much was true, but the cult/orgy that Shido was preaching did not sit well with her; she was in control, not the other way around, she was nobodies harlot or bitch, and Shido and Tsunoda only saw her as a convenient cockwarmer in the middle of the apocalypse.
That was a sensation that she has not feel around this people, sure, she has caught Morita ogling her more than once but instead of just another piece of meat, Morita has treated her like she was one more of the group, that was a nice change of pace for her, something that she was not accustomed at all.
Her father abandoned her, her mother was an alcoholic that was barely at home; not precisely the best environment; and even in the middle of the apocalypse, she was grateful for the kindness and protection this group had offered to her, a total stud like Takashi was a very nice bonus.
Oh, she would had no problem in sharing the boy, considering what she had seen, his stamina is going to be inhuman; and she alone could be insufficient to quell all the urges of the boy, even if she was pretty much sure she was the most experienced of the trio of women after the affections of the boy.
Busujima was an Ice queen, Yuuki could admit that she was a beauty, equal to any supermodel out there, but in the bed she surely was inexperienced, her feminine instincts, however, tell her that the samurai girl would be as frisky as hell once her switch was turned on, seeing the maniacal grin she sported when she was dealing with the zombies, Yuuki feared that she was going to be a total tigress in the bed.
Hayashi-sensei, ok, she was an adult, and had a very nice body, with a bigger rack than the other girls; not on the same league that the titty monster, Aka Marikawa-sensei; and it was clear that Takashi had a crush on her, but Yuuki could saw the dissatisfaction that permeated her during the days before all this mess, she was only happy when she was teaching to Takashi's class.
The tricky part of all this was how to broke the news to the other two, she didn't want to appear like a cheap slut, it would only diminish any respect he could have in the group, not to mention how she was sure that the other two would oppose to the idea at the beginning.
Once they had a taste of the stamina of the boy, they would sing a different tune.
It happened to her before.
She was on a travel to Okinawa and managed to seduce a young black soldier from the near military base, he was a boxing promise, she took her to a love hotel after a very fun night and then, they had hard and rough sex all the night long; at the next day, she hated her vagina with a passion, unable to even walk without felling her legs like they were jelly.
Takashi was several leagues over that boy, Yuuki knew it, so perhaps it was a matter of playing the patience game, and at the same time, she makes sure that Takashi never misses how interested she was in jumping his bones.
Before she could continue teasing the boy and slowly cementing the idea of sharing him with the other two, the voice of Morita appeared in the top of the stairs.
"Yo, Takashi!" called the boy appearing in the middle of the stairs " we had a situation outs...Oh, dear Kami!" his eyes widened, a little trail of blood start to leak down his nose as he stared dumbfounded at the sight in front of him, this was one of his fantasies made flesh.
Bloody Apocalypse, be damned, this was heaven for the hormonal boy, who just smiled with a big blush on his face.
Takashi sighed, thanking all the heavens for the distraction, as he was two steps to close to simply drag all of the women to a room and made the scream his name to the heavens; that will be wrong, that will be incredibly wrong and he would never disrespect any of them like that.
Even if he was about to sport a monstrous erection capable off piercing steel doors.
"Excuse me" bowed slightly to the women and went up the stairs, dragging Morita with him, as the boy was still in Lalaland "mind out of the gutter, bro" chuckled Takashi.
Morita shook his head, but keep smiling like an idiot.
"Oh Kami, I'm so glad to be alive" muttered the boy and Takashi laughed softly, he could totally relate to his friend, if it weren't for the interruption, he would have done something that he would have regretted deeply...or perhaps not, Yuuki did not seems to be precisely opposing to the idea.
Takashi suddenly listened to the muffled sounds of a weapon and immediately got up the stairs.
When the boy got out of the sight of the trio of women, Yuuki looked at the other two with an amused smirk on her lips.
"I think we should have a little chat about our wolfish guardian angel," said to the other two women, all playfulness and fun out of her voice.
Once Takashi reach the top of the stairs, consciously blocking whatever sounds come from under him, he found himself looking to a serious-faced Igou that was looking on the TV, how a policeman put a bullet on the head of a conspiracy freak, as he kept shouting about some kind of USA Bio-weapon gone wrong or something.
"What on earth?" asked Takashi looking at the TV dumbfounded.
"Its happening, right now, on the bridge" explained Igou pointing to the lights outside of the window, a bunch of kilometers away from the house that they were occupying at the moment.
"Bio-weapon?, what the fuck?" shook his head Takashi.
The sound of the gun of Kohta, muffled by the silencer he has put on the canon of the gun, make him turn his attention to the boy outside, who was taking aim with his weapon, some kind of assault rifle, he was sure later he will explain in more detail what it was.
Exiting to the balcony of the house, Takashi looked at the chubby boy shooting at something in the distance, and following his gaze, he discovered what has forced the hand of Kohta.
Cursing loudly, broking Kohtas concentration, Takashi reunited with him in the edge of the balcony, looking at the scene at the other side of the street.
Takashi had perfect night vision, not to mention an improvised eyesight, so he could see in perfect detail how a man carrying a young girl, was stabbed in the chest and left to die along the little girl, in the entrance yard of a house where the ones that had stabbed were sheltering themselves.
Takashi was pissed, scratch that, he was furious, not only for how they had left to die a seven years old girl, but how they have done it after they stabbed her father in the chest in front of her face.
The girl was crying her heart out, as a valiant but useless puppy of black and white fur, barked to the zombies, trying to defend the little girl from the ones that were trying to pass the metallic fence of the house yard.
"Motherfuckers!" swore Takashi and put a hand over Kohta´s shoulder.
"Cover me, I'm going in" simply stated Takashi and Kohta smiled widely at him.
"Yes, sir!" replied Kohta taking aim and volatilizing another head with a perfect shot.
They couldn't save all the survivors, fuck, they not even sure if they could save themselves, but letting a child die like that was against their very souls, specially Takashi's, a pup should not be left to die like that, not without a single chance of survival, his beast was already growling inside of him, pumping his muscles, enhancing his senses and reactions.
It would only add more fuel to an already blazing inferno, especially considering the fact that Takashi knew both, the dead man and the little girl.
The Maresato were among the few people that treat him with normalcy, Takashi meet the family after his impossible night, the one on where he tried hard drugs and everything faded to black until he awoke in a cell in the police district with all the usual suspects keeping a distance from him.
Maresato-san was sniffing for some news, as he was a reporter, and found the confused and frankly, bewildered Takashi, the older man invited the lost child to a hot coffee and listened to his history, he would never publish it, but the tale of the wild night was worthy of being listened.
As a form of paying the favor, Takashi took care of Alice each time their parents were too busy with their careers and jobs to pay the attention her daughter needed; bringing her to school, playing with her in the park, seeing her favorite TV shows with her, that kind of things. Basically, he babysitted the little girl, simply because he felt that he owned the man that, just because he listened to him, did not judge him; like the rest of the world did, and never published what he listened that night as he promised.
In fact, taking care of Alice wasn't hard at all, Alice was a very well mannered girl, whose enthusiasm and cheerful disposition make Takeshi smile. Now, he had to witness how one of the few decent people he ever met, was stabbed in the chest in front of his own daughter.
Murderous rage would be an appropriate form of describing his feelings right now.
His emotions fueled his muscles with extra strength, with a simple flex of his legs, Takashi jumped over the fence of the balcony and fall from the balcony to the streets, smashing several of Them and reducing him to a bloody pulp, not even slowing down from the carnage, Takashi start to running down the street, ripping apart anything that came on his way.
Suddenly, Them started to fall to the sides, most of them with their heads vaporized after a muffled sound reached Takashi's ears. With a thumbs up to the sniper of his pack and wide smile on his lips, Takashi focused on running like a madman, dealing with anything that could get in his way, confident in the skill of Kohta´s to deal with anything that his claws would not reach of would took too much time of his run to save the little Alice.
Truth to be told, he was glad to have a gun otaku like Kohta in his pack, firearms were practically the norm in this day and age, and despite how confident he relatively was on his own claws to deal with anything that the world could throw at him, he was conscious of how short his range was. A bullet was faster than him, and have a reach much longer than his arms, so Takashi has already resigned himself to learn about how to efficiently shoot in the future, a skill that it would be a "must have" in this zombie nightmare, even with claws capable of rending steel like wet paper.
Takashi covered the distance between the two houses in no time, his muscles empowered by his rage made him faster than his already impressive speed, and when he reached the fence on where the mass of zombies was piling to feast on Alice, he rammed against them, sending the zombies that pushed the fence flying around like the bricks of a wall hit by a demolition ball.
With a bit of space gained by his brutal onslaught, he grabbed the metal bars and with a grunt and a pull, he tore the door out of its hinges; not really giving a fuck about the screeching and loud sound that he was making, and that would probably call a lot more of Them to the house. Takashi walked in and squished to a pulp the head of the moaning corpse that was about to attack the little girl.
"Hello, Alice," said Takashi, with the beheaded corpse of the zombie falling to the side, his head reduced to a bloody stump.
The crying girl and the suddenly silent and whimpering little dog, raise their heads to see who has saved them.
In the dim light of the entrance, she had to blink a couple of times, first to get rid of the tears of her eyes and then to focus her sight on the figure that eclipsed over them.
Any sane person would have look at the blood-covered boy and screamed in fear, but for the little and saddened girl, the towering monster of the teenager provoked an entirely different reaction.
"Takashi-nii?" asked the girl, not sure if she was seeing right.
"The one and only" smiled Takashi, although, with all the blood and the flesh chunks he had on his person right now, he was distant from being a tranquilizing visage.
"Takashi-nii..." Alice was crying, grabbing the shirt of her father like a lifeline " papa...papa is hurt, he bleeds and.."
Ripping the head of a zombie that was getting to close, Takashi kneel at the side of the little girl, with a pull he take two pieces of cloth from the dry rope in the entrance, one seems to be a towel and other a blanket, using the towel to cover the little frame of Alice he hugged the girl, cautious of do not cover her in the blood and flesh of those things.
"Its ok Alice-chan, your papa is in a better place now" tried to console the wolf boy the crying girl, hugged her little and crying form.
Never letting the girl go from his arms, he kicked the chest of one of the nearest of Them, sending him flying several meters back, blocking the way of the others and knocking down the first line of them, it would give the girl a little time to say goodbye to her father, as properly as one could in this horrid situation.
Kneeling, Takashi took a nearby flower and offered it to Alice, cleaning some of the tears of the girl with his hand, to call her attention from her shocked state.
"Come on, Alice, lets say goodbye to your papa, I am taking you out of here" a loud bark under his knee and something ticking his heel, made him look down and see the little pup trying to chew his hell and muzzling his snout against his foot "and you are welcome too, pup" said Takashi, and somehow the white and black doggie seemed to understand what he had just say.
"Odd, can I talk to canines now?, another question for that lazy dog" snorted Takashi in his mind.
Alice deposited the flower over the bloody blanket that covered her father body and joined her hand into a prayer, silently sobbing in the arms of Takashi, who patiently waited for the girl to end her prayer, Kohta was keeping the most daring of Them away from Takashi and his precious cargo. Once the little girl ended, Takashi scooped up the little pup, much to his surprise and sudden bark, and with a jump, climbed over the red brick fence that separated the houses of this street.
With his two arms busy with his cargo, Takashi could not fight without care, a bad sweep and he could throw the pup and Alice to the floor, considering that he could run faster than a bike, falling at that speed in the middle of a horde of Them was complete disaster, especially for a fragile child like Alice or the little pup in his other arm. So, he had to take a more scenic route, climbing the fences of the houses and walking in perfect equilibrium over the walls, dodging from time to time the hands of some of Them that tried to grab his legs as he passed near them.
Even from this distance, he could see his friends in the balcony...something that made him lose foot for a second, before he jumped three meters in the air and landed over the doghouse of one of housed and then back into the walls, running over the fence to reach the apartment of Rika before he lose concentration like that again. The reason why he has lost foot was that, standing on the balcony, behind Kohta, was Saeko, dressed only in her apron+thong combo that sent all his brain into a reboot.
Sue him, he was a horny dog; he was trying his best not to be, but the beast inside of him was already panting and drooling like a dog in heat at the visage of the purple haired kendoka in nothing but a flimsy apron and a very, very revealing thong that did nothing to hide the perfect and luscious body that the teenager girl possessed.
That was unfair, Saeko was too good to be true, Takashi knew he was falling head over heels for the girl, and he feared that he was already with a crush the size of the Kyoto tower on Hayashi-sensei, not to mention how flirty was Yuuki with him. That was the perfect recipe for a migraine and a disaster that could cost the lives of all his pack, something that terrifies him far more than any physical pain that he could suffer during all this mess. He has already been shot, cut, bitten, mauled and rammed over, so far nothing of it seems to have caused him any lasting pain, but the mere idea of losing some of the people inside the house was something that froze his blood.
With his arms occupied, Takashi did his best to jump from fence to fence, suddenly, the little pup tried to lick his chin, waggling the tail in what seems to be canine acceptance, somehow the little doggy knew that he was not a danger to her master and instead knew that he was going to protect both. Not that Takashi could understand the thinking process of the little black and white dog, but he was right, he was going to protect both from all this. Alice was someone important to Takashi, one of the few people that loved him as a big brother and that enjoyed his company, even when he was a little grumpy for his migraines and pains.
One of Them tried to grab his ankle and Takashi kicked his head so hard that ripped his head off of his shoulders, in a shower of broken bones, blood and gray matter, sending the corpse tumbling against the rest of the grabbing things and gaining a few seconds to jump from one wall to another, getting closer to his safe house. Nearby of the house was surrounded by those things, but they were doing nothing to climb over the walls or broke the door of the garden of the two stories tall house.
That was a good thing, but Takashi eyed the situation and knew that he would have to run some crowd control before he could call it a day and have that long-delayed bath he seriously needed; he was covered in blood and the putrid flesh of Them. On a side note, he really should run his theories with Saya or Marikawa-sensei later, it's not even a day and all of Them look gray and putrid, with dry blood and ashen skin, that should not be normal, they decompose too quickly, another oddity to chalk to this already nightmarish event.
Alice snuggled more closely to Takashi, the girl was still sobbing softly, gripping the blanket and the muscular arms of Takashi under that blanket like a lifeline, he needed the safety that she was experimenting in the arms of her adoptive older brother, now that she had seen how her entire world crumbled to pieces in front of her eyes. Alice was not a survivor, just a seven years old little girl whose parents had been murdered in front of her face during all this fucking day; Takashi could feel the emotions that bubbled under the skin of the child and none of them were good, she was shocked and hurt, the sadness was a stingy sensation in the nose and mouth of Takashi.
Takashi could blame himself for not being faster and help Maresato-san before he got stabbed, but that was the road to madness, he could not save anyone, hell, he was not even sure if he could save his own bloody pack, and that was all it mattered for him right now. And the fact that he has added a new member to the pack, Alice was now another member of his pack, he owned that much to Maresato-san at least. He had no illusions about finding the parents of the girl, Takashi didn't even want to think about if he was going to even see his parents again in all this mess, the less he thought about it, the better.
The last thing he needed now is a distraction, enough of it he already has, whenever one of the girls flirted with him. Right now there was no flirting with him, each time one of the girls emit a subtle signal, the beast inside of Takashi confounded it with permission to screw the woman senseless until she would cry his name to the high heavens. Not the best thing that could happen, getting laid? hell yes that could be good, it would calm the damned beast, but like this? no way in hell, he was not going to use this beautiful and amazing ladies just to itch a scratch, that would be wrong to the eleven.
Hugging Alice closer, Takashi gain some momentum in an impromptu run over the nearest wall and with a mighty jump, he closed the distance between the houses, landing with a soft thud at the other side of the wall that separated Rikas house from the main road; filled to the brim with Them; flexing his knees a little and with a soft grunt, he jumped from the floor to the balcony of the main room, landing with easiness in the balcony, between Kohta and Saeko who was looking at him with a mix of awe and pride; in Saekos case there was a lot of lust hidden in her beautiful blue eyes, they called the beast inside of Takashi.
Being honest with himself, he would love to romp like rabbits with the gorgeous teenager but his own code of honor, prevented him to do any inappropriate to the girl, until she said yes, then all the bets all off and he would gladly make love; mind you, he had said made love and Not fuck like animals; with the purplenette, he was physically virgin but his mind was as virgin as the fresh snow, lust and pervert thoughts did not count at all.
Takashi deposited Alice in the floor, taking the blanket from her and letting the little pup free in the balcony, the dog sniffed all the place around, a little confused. Alice gripped the shreds of the jacket of Takashi, fear visible in her little eyes, she didn't want to let Takashi go.
"Its ok Alice" whispered Takashi to the child "I am not going to go anywhere, but I had something to do, get inside with Saeko-san, she will take care of you, ok".
"Hello Alice," said Saeko smiling to the scared child, she had picked up the name from Takashi whispers "I am Saeko, would you come inside with me?".
"Big brother" Alice whined, not wanting to lose sight of the only semblance of family that she had left.
"I am here Alice" pet Takashi the head of the child with care, after cleaning it a little with the fallen blanket " do not worry, Alice, I will come back, but I need you to be saved inside, ok?".
The girl sobbed a little but let Takashi go and slipped inside the warm arms of Saeko that hugged her and raise her from the floor, softly caressing her hair and comforting the little girl, however, she suddenly extend a hand to Takashi and caressed his check.
"Come back to us, please," she said, trying to send a thousand of feelings into that simple gesture.
Takashi grabbed her hand and push it against his cheek, sighing and tenderly kissing the palm of the hand of Saeko, an action that brought an atomic, yet happy, blush to her face, making her smile with those kissable lips of hers. Sending the beast back to his corner, Takashi rubbed the hand of Saeko and kissed her palm again, before rising from his kneeling position.
"Take care of her, please, she will cry herself to sleep soon," said with sadness Takashi " I had to clean up part of the street or they will overwhelm us when we sleep".
"Be careful, please, Takashi-kun" tell him the kendoka, wanting nothing but kissing him senseless but at the same time., deeply worried about the boy, he was not invulnerable, and the mere idea of him becoming one of Them was an absolute torture for her.
"I will" smiled the boy "I promise you, I will".
Saeko smiled back and bring the little girl inside, where Morita who was packing the clips of the weapons along Igou, looked at her flabbergasted for the sudden appearance of the little girl in her arms and why Takashi was already over the fence and talking to Kohta.
"You sure about this Takashi?" said Kohta with a fresh clip already loaded in his gun "this could get ugly real fast, there are a lot of Them".
"About a hundred" confirmed Takashi with a nod, taking his dangerous nails out in the open with a wet and tearing sound "but I have to deal with Them now or they will bring more and more of them, the distraction of the bridge would only go so far".
"I got your back" sighed Kohta that knew that this was a lost battle, Takashi was going to do it, like it or not "I will kill anyone that got dangerously close to the door".
"Good" smiled Takashi and with that, he jumped down.
Without a sound, he landed behind one of Them and with his fingers extended, he buried his hand into the spine of the living corpse, ripping the spinal cord and the skull of the thing with a pull, after that, he procceded to smash the next of Them with the ripped skull, shattering both skulls, the ripped and the corpse one, at the same time. The sounds attracted more of Them, their moans and grunts were nothing but nuisances to Takashi's senses that only wanted to tear them to pieces; he let the beast go and let him guide where to strike and where to move.
Like an unstoppable juggernaut, Takashi moved around the house, cleaving any group of them that he encountered in his way. His claws were more than enough to pierce their resilient and ashen flesh, coupled with his inhuman strength, each time he attacked one of Them, he destroyed it, sending pieces of flesh and blood flying everywhere, covering the walls and floor of the street with a veritable carpet of blood and gore. He didn't even notice it, Takashi conscious was in the back seat for this one, his inner beast was the one at the controls, taking the initiative and butchering anything that he could perceive as a menace to his pack.
If not, the beast was very good at his work, contrary to Takashi, the beast had no qualms in deploy his full strength, even knowing that Kohta and others came to the balcony from time to time to see how he was dealing with any possible intruders during the night. Takashi would be a lot more worried about what would his pack thought of him if they saw him in this feral state, a state where the beast was unleashed and just tear everything apart until there was nothing left. Truth to be told, Takashi was really enjoying all of this, there was a primal need that he has been suppressing during all this time, a need for battle and blood, a need to release the beast and hunt his preys. Them are the prey, they menace his pack, that´s all he needed to know about Them before he destroys each one of Them.
Takashi buried his hand into the gut of the next and tore him in two, destroying his chest and legs in the process, turning around he kicked the nearest one in the chest, sending her flying in the air with all the organs and the bones of her chest turned into jelly; when Takashi the chest of the zombie woman, another of Them tried to lunge at him, teeth drooling and mouth open, ready to bite. Takashis hand grabbed him by before he could come even close, breaking his body in odd ways for all the inertia that he carried with the jump and that has been nullified by Takashis grip and then, Takashi closed his fist, reducing the head of his latest enemy into a mist of red and gray matter.
Takashi was not a refined fighter, he had not technique, not finesse, he was just immense and brutal power, unleashed against weak spots of the human body, being accurate, it was like seeing a predator fight, he waited for his opportunity and then go for the kill. No hesitation, no fear, no doubt, no mercy; killing strikes that carried inhuman strength behind them. They were fucked, simply as that, if they had a semblance of reason, perhaps they could stand a chance, with strategy or tactics, but Them were nothing but walking corpses and the only opportunity they could even have in front of a monster like Takashi, was to overwhelm him with big numbers and pray for the best.
Seeing the numbers in the street and how there was not a lot more of them coming, way more attracted by the bridge and having difficulties to walk into the splatter house that was the street right now, a lot of them just stumbled into the nearest streets and walked around the corpse field, being unable to walk coordinately enough to dodge the corpse pieces that loitered the entire street.
Takashi had lost sight of the time long ago, but when there was no more of Them close to him, the beast finally lets his control go, not without the last image of him and Saeko doing it savagely, with her face twisted in a shameless expression of absolute bliss. Takashi was the one that snarled at the beast this time, the damn thing always had to have the last word and it was pretty damn obsessed with getting laid as soon as possible, with as many mates as possible. Not that he was not looking forward to it, he was a healthy teenager after all; at least he had a lot more control now, than when he was dating Rei, if he had got laid with the orangette...well, that could have ended badly.
With a muffled sigh, Takashi noticed that he was knee deep in a carpet of butchered corpses, he has cleaned the street but by doing so, he had ended once again, completely covered in blood and body chunks that he preferred not to think about it. All that his senses could pick up was the horrid stench of putrid flesh and blood, with the mix of innards and internal fluids; not a pleasant smell at all, much less to him, who had enhanced senses and could discern the differences between colognes at a mile away with a single sniff.
Grunting and protesting under his breath, Takashi took out his right hand from the chest of one of Them; a cheerleader with a big rack that he had just torn to pieces; with a nasty squelchy sound that made him cringe, the smell of the blood of Them was horrible, and he was covered head to toe in it. It has destroyed his sense of smell, his nose was howling in protest from the odor, and that was something that put him at unease; his enhanced senses were one of his greatest advantages, it alerts him from incoming enemies, but now he could barely smell blood and shit.
The body feel to the floor with a soft thump, and Takashi flexed his wrist a couple of times, relaxing the muscles and sheathing the claws of his nails, there was no need for them for the moment, even with his senses as dulled as they were for the carnage surrounding him, Takashi was capable to perceive that there was no more of Them around. Not really a surprise, considering how he has just exterminated almost all of Them in several blocks around the house, in relative silence, something that would lead the bulk of Them into the bridge and not to the house where his pack was resting from the events of the first day of this bloody zombie apocalypse.
From the balcony, Kohta waved at him, raising his rifle to the night sky, never pointing with the cannon at him; Kohta had already given Takashi several lessons about what was the correct procedure about how to manage and safely manipulate firearms, if not for any other thing, Kohta respected the firearms a lot, always remarking how dangerous they could be without the proper methods. Not that Takashi could object, he has already seen what firearms could do, and how much the bullets bloody hurt when the mers that kidnap Saya emptied several clips of ammo on his body.
Inhaling a couple of times, Takashi catch his breath and reorganize his thoughts, the beast was relatively sated for the moment, he had unleashed a lot of pent up frustration and rage on Them, butchering them like cattle to the slaughterhouse, he was far from being cocky, Takashi would never be prideful or arrogant, but he had to admit that this has been relatively easy for him. Hundreds of corpses loitered the ground, and he thought about how ugly this was going to be in a week when the decomposition of the bodies would start and made this street Rotten Street. Perhaps they should throw some gas and a matchstick and let it burn, but something told him that, that would not be the best of the ideas.
He quickly recovered his breath and push his legs a little further, in order to jump over the fence of the house and then into the balcony of the main room of the house. Kohta was waiting there for him with a bottle of water and a towel, things that Takashi thanked his friend for them, and proceed to gulp down practically the entire bottle of water, Takashi now realized that he was thirsty as hell and his stomach grumbled a little, calling his attention to the fact that he has been without nothing to eat for hours since he wolfed down a raw meat trays when he got into the house of Rika.
"Welcome back, Takashi" greeted Kohta shouldering his rifle " excellent job down there, bloody as hell, but impressive nonetheless".
"I had a loooot" stretched out the word Takashi " of frustration and pent up aggression to release on something, and we need the breather, today has been a very stressful day for everyone".
"You can say that" chuckled humorlessly Kohta "go inside, the bath is clear and we have left dinner for you, just be careful not to awake the girls".
Takashi nodded and followed Kohta inside the house, repairing; thanks to his enhanced eyes; how almost all the girls were sleeping on the big bed that presided the room with Plushy/Magnus on the feet of the bed. Marikawa-sensei and Saeko were embracing Alice in her sleep, the children still had marks on her face for the crying, she must have cried herself to sleep. Yuuki and Hayashi-sensei were at each side of the bed, sleeping peacefully...and now that Takashi repaired on it, all of the older females were dressing very little clothes, practically underwear, and Yuuki in the nude.
Swallowing an aroused growl, Takashi gesture Plushy/Magnus to follow him out of the bedroom, moving with Kohta downstairs were the rest of the pack will be most possibly. The big dog just yawned silently and nodded Takashi, following the two teenagers, there was something on Takashi's smell, and Magnus was not speaking about the coat of blood and body pieces that covered him; that tell the older Therianthrope that Takashi wanted something for him.
The older Therianthrope was quite impressed on how the boy was holding up the situation, he would not have jumped in front of another car to save that foolish girl, but Magnus would admit that love was blind. A lot of the lovers of his past had done similar idiocies and he still jumped the gun for all of them sometimes surviving by the skin of his teeth, good thing Takashi's healing powers seem as good as his or the boy would be already fucked several times.
The little group climb the stairs to the main hall and as Kohta promised, there was some food and drinks on the kitchen counter, Saeko's smell was all over the food, Takashi could tell that she was the one that had cooked it...with help of Hayashi-sensei if his botched nose was right, but first comes first and Takashi finally made a beeline to the bathroom.
He waved to Morita, who was standing on guard near one of the windows, petting the little black and white dog that he had carried with Alice. Much like Kohta, the Mohawk boy had seen everything from his vantage point in the first floor, he could have lost the best parts but from the noises and the number of body pieces that he has seen flying around, he could compose a very gruesome image.
Takashi entered the bathroom and turning the showers on, he let the hot water clean his body from all the grim and blood that coated it, at the beginning he could not even notice the water temperature, so thick was the cape of grim that he had on him, but after a couple of minutes and two bottles of soap, he finally began to feel remotely human. Looking down, Takashi cursed under his breath, at the picture of how the blood and the occasional piece of rotten flesh or bones were about to plug the water drain hole in the floor. Thanks the heavens, some foresighted soul, had left a mop inside, and Takashi could use it to unplug the drainage and keep cleaning himself.
One he could finally enter into the bathtub, he let go a very, very satisfied sigh, he dove into the hot water, the pleasant sensation relaxing his steel-like muscles back into a relaxed state; after all the day walking in nothing but rags and after practically bathing himself in the blood of Them; cold and disgusting stuff that one; a warm and relaxing bath was exactly what the doctor recommended.
Takashi closed his eyes shut and smiled stupidly for a while, just enjoying being clean and relaxed, no wounds healing, no rage bubbling under the surface, no state of alarm, not a beast nagging in the back of his mind about getting laid...spoke too soon.
As he was thinking of how good he felt, the smell of Saeko entered in his nose, no matter when or where, he could always smell her, and after the image of her with nothing but an apron and a thong, his senses had made an extra effort on always looking up for the smell of the woman. The smell of Saeko was sweet and arousing, for him will always smell like lavender and steel, sweet as fresh honey and twice the tasteful.
His brain made a screech when he turned his face to the door and found said a perfect woman, dressed in nothing but a towel, smiling at him with mischief and lust in her sky blue eyes.
"Good night, Takashi-kun, do you mind if I join you?".