Author's Note: I was going to cram the first fight for this halo but it didn't feel right. So, I split this into two parts. You will get the battle between Mikado and Yokubo next week. I have great plans for it and this season. I might have to take this series into Feburary because of the story lines for this season. I will have to see. In other Wasteland news, my ninth season of my -Man fics, End of Days, premieres on Friday. For now, enjoy this week's halo.


Halo Four: Yokubo:

-Eighteen Hours Earlier-

She stood in the laboratory with all of her seductive glory. Her long black dress hugged her curves. The silt came up to her right thigh. The top showed off her cleavage. Her long black hair came down to her waist. The kitten heels made her that much taller. Her black choker resembled a collar for a kitten. Her rose earrings and bracelet stood out against the black and her pale skin. Her big black hat covered her face. Daichi and Osamu had to give her their attention.

"Good evening, gentlemen," she said. Osamu stood up.

"Do you have a name?" he asked. She smiled, leaving shivers down their spines.

"Allow me to introduce myself," she said. "You may call me Yokubo. Please treat me kindly." Her voice was smoother than voice and gave off a calming and seductive affect. Daichi stood up straighter.

"So nice to meet you at last," he said.

"Yeah," Osamu said.

"Now, now," Yokubo said. "I know that I am pretty but really I am here to talk business. I believe you have something for me to help me with my little… predicament." Her silver heart locket caught the dim light above. Her graceful hands could barely touch it.

"My neck is so sore because of it," she said.

"We can help you with that," Daichi said. He picked up a small light pink tablet.

"Put this on your tongue and swallow," the man said. Yokubo took it with her graceful smile. She picked up the pill and stuck out her black tongue. The little round pink tablet rested on the top before she drew back in her tongue.

"Let it sit for it to really work," Daichi said. Yokubo watched him with her mouth closed. She tried to guess the taste un her mouth. The men watched and waited.

Tingles broke out all over her body. Her eyes widened under her hat. The pendant around her neck began to feel lighter.

"Ah!" Yokubo shouted. Her pulps dilated as fireworks went off in her mind. Her small silver locket hit the floor. Daichi and Osamu smiled.

"Better?" Osamu asked.

"Oh yes!" Yokubo said. She held out her hands and looked at them. Small tingles ran through her fingers.

"They're back!" the woman said. "My powers are back." She looked up at the men.

"Thank you so much," Yokubo said with a bow. She looked down at the locket.

"Take it," she said. "Use it as you see fit."

"Thank you," Daichi said. "Where do you plan to go now?" Yokubo's lips curved into a hungry smirk.

"I have to meet up with my target to complete my part of the charm," she said.

"Ah," Osamu said.

"I wish you luck," his partner said.

"Thank you," Yokubo said, bowing. She vanished into thin air. Daichi and Osamu looked at each other for a moment. The younger man walked over and picked up the locket with his gloves. He dropped it in the baggie he had ready. Daichi turned it over side to side.

"That's one down," he said.

"Six to go," Osamu added.

"Yes," Daichi said. He closed up the bag. They would get the locket to Kitano by morning.


-Present Time-

Mikado stared at the statuesque pale woman smiling at him. Her hourglass figure screamed at him to run away while tempting him to come closer. Thick thighs, wide hips, and her large bosom were held tight in her long black dress.

"Found you," she cooed. Mikado tried to will his body to do anything.

"Uh… who are you?" he asked. The woman pouted at him.

"Aw, Chirin, how could you not remember me?" she asked. Mikado flinched when he heard that name.

"That is not my name," he muttered under his breath. Naturally, the woman ignored him.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked. Mikado took a step back, shaking his head.

"No," he said. She started to frown.

"Don't be mean," she whimpered. The tadpole's eyes widened. The woman kept her mismatched eyes locked on him. A wave of memories filled Mikado's mind as he trembled.

"Yokubo?" he whimpered. The woman broke into a little smile.

"Thank you," she said.

"What do you want from me?" Mikado asked. Yokubo's lips curved into a hungry smile. She looked like she was ready lunge at him and eat him up.

"You know what I want," the woman purred. Mikado slowly shook his head. More memories filled his head. Yokubo licked her lips.

"Chirin," she said. "You sure know how to tease a girl, don't you?" Her honey-toned voice made him gulp. Mikado wanted to turn around and run. Bu something deep down inside told him to embrace her. That smirk on her face invited him to do as such. Her figure teased him for his attention. Yokubo playfully bit on the tip of her finger for a bit.

"Come on," she said. The woman vanished in front of him. She reappeared behind her target. Her arms rested on his shoulders. Her perfume made his head swim. Yokubo let her hands roam down his chest. She gently blew on his left ear. Mikado glanced at her out of his peripheral vision. Yokubo smiled like a hungry cat.

"You have to play with me," she purred. "I can be so entertaining." Mikado swallowed back his drool.

"I have a girlfriend," he said. Yokubo giggled.

"So?" she asked. Mikado turned his head.

"What's wrong with a little fun on the side?" she asked. Her hands started to slide down lower. His body screamed at him to shove her off.

"I'm not like that," Mikado said. He started to squirm away from her devilish hands. She snickered as she moved down to her genitals. The tadpole boy started to get flashbacks of Yayoi running her hands all over him.

"Stop it," he forced himself to say. Mikado tried to push her off. Yokubo laughed as she let him go.

"Aw, don't be like that," she said. "We're just playing around." The tadpole boy shivered.

"What do you want from me?" he asked. Yokubo bowed with grace.

"You and I are to fight," she said. She put up her hand as Mikado opened his mouth to speak.

"Not tonight," Yokubo said. "We will fight in three nights' time." The tadpole boy had a confused look on his face.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "Why then?" She gave him an angelic pout.

"I just now got my powers back," Yokubo said. She turned her dainty wrists in circles. "That locket around my neck was draining my power. I was losing strength every day." Her fingers felt along her pale neck. Mikado stared at her slowly backing away. He couldn't understand why he hadn't ran away yet. Her perfume made him gag. The woman looked him up and down. Her facial expression told him that she wanted to rip off his clothes off right now.

"We're both still in development," she said. "You are still evolving. You're going to be really powerful. I just know it. I want to be at my strongest to fight you. And who knows? We'll both help each other out."

"Why would I want to do that?" Mikado asked. He paused in his words. Yokubo was inches away from his face now. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Not a gentle kiss either. It felt like she was trying to suck his face off. Mikado tried to push her off but she wouldn't let him go. Yokubo pushed him in closer in fact. She just had to have more. The mere taste of him made the woman hunger for more.

I am going to enjoy every second of you!

Hearing her voice in his head made Mikado want to vomit.

Finally, Yokubo let go of her prey. Mikado stood back panting with wide eyes. She looked at the pale woman as he started to shake. Her lips covered into a catlike smile.

"See you in three nights," she said. Yokubo vanished into thin air. All of the blood drained from Mikado's face. Her perfume lingered in the air.


Kitano looked at the pendant in the bag. He could feel the heat pulsing off of it. The craved details of the locket sang a silent song to him. Despite the dull surface, the therapist had to admit that this was a beautiful locket.

"Very good, gentlemen," he said.

"Thank you, sir," Daichi said, bowing. Osamu bowed as well. Kitano walked over to the spinning altar on the table near the door. He opened the baggie and dropped the locket onto Lust's slot. The air around the altar grew hot and began to pulse. All three men felt a little hot in the cheeks.

"Excellent," the therapist said. He turned to Daichi and Osamu.

"Now we went for Yokubo-san to fight her target," Kitano added.

"Who do you think will win?" Osamu asked.

"Who can say?" the therapist said. "We just need her and the others to fight." A cold smile spread across his face.

"If you don't have anything else, you can go," he said. Daichi and Osamu turned to leave. Kitano turned back to the altar. The sweet silent notes of the locket floated through the air. She would be able to hear them. And pretty soon, they would meet again.


"I'm home," Mikado muttered as he opened his door. Masaomi and Anri sat on his futon in the dark.

"What happened to you?" Masaomi asked. Mikado lowered his eyes. He mumbled something under his breath. The tadpole turned and walked into the bathroom. Masaomi and Anri looked at each other as the door slammed shut.

"Mikado?" Masaomi asked. He jumped up and ran over to the door.

"Please leave me alone," the tadpole boy pleaded. Masaomi turned back to Anri. She too had a confused look on her face. She tried to ignore Saika screaming inside of her.

Marked! Marked! He's been marked!

Mikado froze in his bathroom. Saika seemed overjoyed to say that. She had come to despise him because of his powers. That human-obsessed demon would like to see him burn. She was probably betting against him too.

"What does she mean you have been marked?" Anri asked. Mikado's stomach dropped.

"What are you talking about?" Masaomi asked. The tadpole boy covered his ears as he started to tremble.

"I don't feel so good," he mumbled to himself. He could still smell that damned perfume.


-Keiichi and Shirley-

The phone calls wouldn't stop. Keiichi kept getting them every night. He tried his best to ignore them. He even told Shirley not to answer his phone.

"Bad people keep trying to call me," he said. "If you don't recognize the number, don't answer it, okay?"

"Okay," Shirley said. She seemed to understand his instructions.

Tonight would be no different. Only, the top had to go and make it worse.

Shirley sat on his bed while Keiichi was taking a bath. Lately, he seemed tense about something.

"Remember what I said," Keiichi told her.

"Okay," Shirley said. He kissed her on the forehead.

"You can take a bath after me," Keiichi told her. He gave her another kiss on the forehead before walking into the bathroom. Shirley just sat on the bed watching him.

His phone rang on the nightstand.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hello, darling," Hikibi said.

"Papa!" Shirley said. She sounded like a little child as she spoke. Her eyes lit up brighter than stars.

"How have you been?" he asked.

"Do you know where Keiichi is?" the old man asked.

"He's taking a bath," the girl said. She started playing with her hair.

"Aw," he said. "Can you deliver a message for me, honey?"

"Okay," she said. The conversation didn't last that much longer.

Moments later, Keiichi came out of the bathroom.

"Ah," he said. "That was great. Bath is all yours." The young man noticed the smile on Shirley's face.

"Papa called me," she said cheerfully. Keiichi froze.

"What?" he asked.

"He told me to give you a message," she said.

"What did he say?" Keiichi asked in a trembling voice. Shirley sat there the whole time with a little smile on her face. She didn't even miss a beat when she spoke.

"It's time to pay up," Shirley said with no emotion in her voice she quoted her "papa". All of the color drained from his face. He turned and walked out of the room.

"Keiichi-kun?" Shirley asked. The bedroom door closed behind him.


-3:00 a.m.-

Yokubo floated outside Mikado's window. She could see her target hiding in his bathroom. He probably could smell her perfume again. Her lips curved into a hungry smile. How much longer now? Three more nights.

Happy chills ran through her curved body.

She felt tempted to go in and claim him as her own. But no. Yokubo would have to wait. No bother. The greater the tease the sweeter the climax. She blew a kiss at the apartment.

"Good night," Yokubo whispered.

Then the woman disappeared into thin air.