Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with another installment of "A Homestay To Remember." As always, which girl do you ship with Izuku? In this chapter, Glynda needs some help from Nemuri about their cinnamon roll's admittance to their "program." Meanwhile, Ruby develops unfriendly feelings toward Hitoshi due to her relationship with Izuku. Also, Izuku ponders on his relationship with Blake. Later, Glynda stumbles across an old rival.
Team Emerald Rose! {Ruby x Izuku}
Team White Emerald! {Weiss x Izuku}
Team Greenshade! {Blake x Izuku}
Team Golden Emerald! {Yang x Izuku}
"Damn it!"
It was unexpected rain in the forecast that caused Glynda to take an exit off of the Ishikawa Expressway. She cursed under her breath as she lost sight of Izuku, Ruby, and the party car. Even if she tried catching up with them, the woman in question was driving at a high rate of speed. And being the nimble, cautious driver, she couldn't keep up. Plus, she wasn't in the mood to explain to the police about her expired international driver's license.
She pulled over at the nearby gas station that was several feet away from the overpass. She turned the engine off, leaving nothing but the rain pelting on her windshield. Glynda tried keeping her composure as this wasn't the first time being under pressure. Fighting off Grimm, Beowulf, Salem, various villains, and Professor Port's grubby hands were minute compared to capturing her man.
And Glynda Goodwitch always catches her "man."
She took off her glasses and rested it on the console. She pursed her lips while she was having an itch for a smoke. Upon inspecting her purse, no cigarettes could be found. She once again cursed as she knew that her cheapskate protege Midnight took the cigarettes when she wasn't looking. The fallacy when being caught lacking.
To make matters worse, Izuku's IP address has been disconnected. She assumed that it was due to him possibly having a low battery on his phone. So, regardless of the rain were to stop, she wouldn't know where Izuku could be. Of course, the professor could wait until he returned home. However, too many people would be there and who knew of the next opportunity to take him away. Once more, she tried not to get upset. Being upset wasn't going to fix her problem. Like a fiend to a crack pipe, a fiend knows how to be resourceful in drastic situations. And like a fiend, they always have one reliable source.
She stepped out of the vehicle. Grabbing the umbrella, she rushed inside the convenience store to acquire her Mevius. Upon entering, she nodded at the store clerk before deciding to make a side trip to the restroom. Grateful to Oum that the Japanese can take better care of cleaning facilities unlike her American and Valian counterparts, she entered the restroom and locked the door behind her.
Izuku was consuming her mind. Even as she went to pee, she tried her hardest not to stimulate a certain bean that would cause to give the pesky clerk a free show. Oum knew what kind of hidden camera was present in the restroom. Sitting on the toilet to release her fluids, she reached for her phone to contact Nemuri. It wasn't even half-a-ring before the masked temptress answered.
"What's the sitch," asked Nemuri.
"So, so the drama," replied Glynda. One of the many things Nemuri and Glynda have discussed in past situations to never fully dispel anything over the phone. Although there was certain "legality" in regards to age, their operation was, under the eyes of the law, illegal. In the case of prying ears from the local metropolitan police, Interpol, and possibly the FBI, women like Nemuri and Yuu were taught by Glynda to speak in codes. As long they weren't discussing topics such as sex, then their conversation can be proceeded as normal.
"I lost them. Rain and excessive speeding contributed to my losing them," said Glynda. Within, her pride was a bit hurt. It made her question her age as back in her former years, it wouldn't take anything to get her man. "Last time I saw them, they were entering the Shimura turnpike."
"What about his IP address?"
"Disconnected! Without that, I have nothing!"
"Hey, Goodwitch, don't beat yourself up," said Nemuri in a consoling manner. "Stuff like this happens. Part of the territory when involving situations that are quite explicit." Glynda began to feel better as Nemuri was showing compassion. She was afraid that the younger Pro Hero would make a joking remark. And sometimes, that made her cautious when there wasn't a joking rebuttal.
Glynda took a brief pause as she grabbed a tissue to wipe herself. She bit her lip when seeing the sensitivity of her peehole. Tantalizing thoughts of Izuku were beginning to fill her mind. She immediately dropped the tissue in the toilet before flushing it.
"Goodwitch, you're there," questioned Nemuri.
"Yeah," replied Glynda. "Had to take a restroom break."
"Jesus, Sensei," said Nemuri in a joshing manner. "If you needed some relief until you had your cinnamon roll, you know Mount Lady and I would have kept you company." Snickering began filling the phone. "You know we wouldn't mind one bit."
"Oum, Nemuri," exclaimed Glynda. "Can you rabbits go a day without getting each other off?"
"Hey, sensei! Just because I like the life doesn't mean I need to be judged," replied Nemuri. "And besides, our dearest mentor, it was you that made us who we are. If anything, you had sown the seed. And it was our living waters that made it flourish!"
Admittedly, Glynda felt she deserved it. She tried not to ponder on her past years at UA when she responsible for training Nemuri and Yuu. Everything Nemuri was informing her was truthful as the throbbing bean that wanted to be touched by his soft, manicured hands. Nevertheless, she tried to keep her composure. As she stood up and pulled up her stockings, she wanted to see about a contingency plan that can be implemented to find Izuku.
"You're right, Midnight. I deserved that," said Glynda honestly. "But, this little witty bantering isn't going to solve our problem. Do you have another way to acquire Izuku into our possession?"
"Where are you in relation to where I am," asked Nemuri. Only this time, her voice sounded serious.
"I am off of the Ishikawa Expressway. About a few miles from the garden district," replied Glynda.
"Okay, you're not that far from where I am," said Nemuri. "Do you remember where my condo is?"
"Not unless I check my GPS," said Glynda. "It has been a while since I've been there."
"About a block from my condo is the parking garage. I will text you my address. When you get there, go to the fifth floor and I will meet you there."
"Got it!" Glynda looked at her cell phone to activate her GPS. When calculating Nemuri's address from her current location, she saw that she was only a few minutes away. "I can be at your place in about ten minutes. Fifteen tops!"
"Great! And don't worry, sensei, we will get the cinnamon roll. Be careful and keep your eyes peeled." Nemuri hung up. Glynda returned her phone to her purse. Glynda inspected herself before stepping out of the restroom.
After a couple of minutes of perusing the convenience store, she purchased her Mevius cigarettes, a pack of breath mints, and a pack of baby wipes. The latter was to clean herself before allowing Izuku to partake in her crotch. One of Glynda's greatest sensation was to receive oral sex. After receiving her items, she returned to the vehicle as she was now en route to see Nemuri. While she was preparing, she was pondering on what kind of plan did Nemuri have. Well, let's see what the student can teach the master. Also, I am going to ask her what she is going to do to reimburse my cigarettes.
Meanwhile….
Hitoshi Shinsou's Honda Accord was basically a party bus on wheels. The eighteen-year-old saved her money by working with her grandfather in the pachinko business as a barmaid. Shinsou had the guile, the body, the sex appeal, and the confidence to speak and whisper sweet nothings in order to take a salaryman's money. From time to time, the teenage had to earn her money by means of compensation dating and the occasional hotel hookups. Nevertheless, Shinsou never identified herself as a slut or a prostitute. The teen was a hustler and she had to earn her keep by any means necessary. With the money she saved from her hustling and her job as a barmaid, she used it to purchase her Honda Accord that is nicknamed Mikoto. A huge fan of the Mikoto Urabe character from Mysterious Girlfriend X, she had it customized to a tee on how she wanted it to be. Now part of the Uber/Lyft business, her personality and attitude earned her the respect of any man, woman, shysters, businessmen, foreigners, and the like throughout Musutafu and the surrounding prefecture.
From the outside, no one would suspect the modified amenities made into the vehicle - a mini-fridge that contains drinks and alcoholic beverages, a mini-bar to hold their drinks, television screens on each headrest, and a screen for privacy. Izuku was quite amazed by how the upperclassman was earning her living and to still be a student. Hitoshi was faced with warnings from the Morals Committee for her way of dress, tardiness, or "the misrepresentation of being a Pro Hero prospect." She would be the minority voter even if it was or wasn't in her favor. Many suspected she was doing this out of rebellion, being a delinquent (or a Yankee), or just misguided. Nevertheless, Hitoshi never faced any consequences. Her grades were above average, she never troubled others, and that alone garnered her a following. Izuku included.
That was probably the main reason why Izuku admired her. She couldn't care less what people thought, said, or perceived to be true, rumors, or lies. Also, she was the only girl that he could be himself around without having to develop nosebleeds or becoming comatose.
Hitoshi kept her composure as she changing lanes. Even if it is raining, she still kept a fast pace. Another hobby of hers was competitive racing. If Mikoto wasn't on her hood, then it would have been Initial D's Takumi Fujiwara on the hood. Now chewing on her cherry-flavored gum, she clicked the button on her steering wheel to transition from electronica to rap. She bobbed her head immediately when she heard Lil Durk's "Die Slow" beating on her custom-made stereo sound system. As if the interstate was her raceway and the drivers were her competition, she made her Hail Mary's and continue to drive.
Izuku sat in the front seat. His eyes were on the road as they were heading to their destination. Ruby sat in the backseat. She was drinking apple juice while watching Big Hero 6 on the television screen. From her peripherals, her eyes were on Izuku. He looked calm, relaxed, and untroubled. Even as he made glances at Hitoshi, he didn't appear nervous. He appeared comfortable and unfazed by Hitoshi's beauty. It was no denying from Ruby that Hitoshi was an attractive woman. Smooth creamy legs, luscious breasts, smooth curves. The thought still didn't make Ruby feel better. She gripped heavily onto her canned juice, cautiously trying not to burst it. She tried focusing on watching Hiro Hamada instead of wanting to represent the canned drink for Hitoshi's skull.
"Chewing gum," asked Hitoshi as she rhetorically handed the Sun God the piece of candy. He happily accepted as she gave it to him. He unwrapped it and put it in his mouth. It was met with a ticklish grin from the temptress as she passed him a bottle of water. "I should've said it was cinnamon-wasabi flavored." Hitoshi tried covering her mouth to contain her laughter. Unknown to the teen, tiny stars and crackles were forming from the back center console from a certain redhead-brunette.
"Thanks once again for picking us," said Izuku while sticking out his tongue from the spiciness of the candy. "I know it was short notice but I knew you tend to be out to earn your coins."
"Nah! I would've done this for nothing," said Hitoshi as she changed lanes once more. "You're a good guy, Izuku. And you don't ask for much." She was shifting her gears as she increased her speed. "With the teens at the arcades, the old man browsing pachinko bars, and the salarymen at their bars, this hour tends to be quiet." She gave him her Cheshire grin. "So, it is a bit dead." She winked. "Glad that it was you that called me, Deku baby. Wouldn't miss that for the world."
Izuku began to blush. "Golly! Thanks!"
Hitoshi's eyes were meet another set of eyes in the backseat. Hitoshi didn't expect Izuku to have a cute visitor accompanying him. She nodded her head approvingly, happy that the cinnamon roll is coming out of his shyness. "Who is this delicate flower in the back? Friends of yours, I-zu-ku?!"
Hearing the flirtation from her slothful, skanky lips was making Ruby simmering in anger. Who in the hell does this INTERLOPING SKANK think she is?! Last time I've checked, I didn't need to spread my damn legs in order to get a guy's attention. Learn some subtly, you fucking whore! She produced a fake smile to the driver. "My name is Ruby Rose."
"How do you do," replied Hitoshi. She turned to Izuku. "About time to come out of that shell, you cutesy stud."
How about a live rounded shell filled with gunpowder for that dirty mouth, Ruby thought to herself.
"Ruby and I are just friends," replied Izuku. "Ruby is one of the girls that is staying with me for a homestay."
"Oh!" Hitoshi turned to Ruby. "You are those girls that Melissa was telling me about."
"Wait? Melissa told you," asked Izuku.
"Hmm, hmm," replied Hitoshi. "Melissa needed a ride back to the airport when she told me that. She was heading back to California to see her mother for a few days. She told me that they are…." She paused, turning her sights to Ruby. "I can ask the pony herself. How long are you planning to stay?"
Just in time to contact the funeral director and write an obituary. "Just for a few weeks. We are part of a cultural research project for Beacon Academy."
"Oh! Okay," said Hitoshi. "I've heard Melissa mentioning the name. Quite unfamiliar. Huntstresses, right?"
Why? Want to play a game of hide-and-seek? Oum, my scythe would have definitely been in use. "Hmm, hmm," she said in a fake sincere voice. "Just like you guys with being Pro Hero prospects, it is the same for us to become hunters."
"The quirkless meets the quirked," said Hitoshi in a calm manner. "I hope your stay here will be quite an experience. Welcome to Japan!"
If you touch my Izuku, welcome to hell! "Thanks, Shinsou," exclaimed Ruby.
Hitoshi winked. "Call me Hitoshi," she said in a friendly tone.
"No problem, Hi-to-shi," said Ruby as she tried pronouncing her name correctly. Ruby was about to become comfortable in the backseat until she saw Hitoshi kissing Izuku on the cheek.
"And I don't mind calling Izuku, Daddy," said Hitoshi. "And I am always his Mama!"
"You're playing too much," replied Izuku playfully.
The juice can burst by Ruby's hands. Ruby was seeing red. Blood was what she wanted and Hitoshi was going to be her first casualty. Did this BITCH put her dick-sucking, cracked lips on my Izuku?! THIS. BITCH. IS. GOING. TO. DIE! As she was Hitoshi and Izuku continuing their conversation, she slowly removed her switchblade from her backpack. Initially, she had found it in their guest bedroom next to Mr. Midoriya's toolboxes. Intended to open boxes, break zip ties, and opening letters, it was going to be used to severe Hitoshi's throat.
Ruby received a text. She was surprised. Ruby didn't think her scroll was applicable to use in Japan. Putting the switchblade aside, she reached for her scroll.
It was a message from Yang.
"Hey, sis! This is a timed message to remind you to take your vitamins. Before we left for Japan, I went to the phone store to have a connection with Japan in case Dad was to call us. Be sure to take your vitamins! We know how you can get whenever you don't take them.
Love you lots,
Yang!"
The vitamins in question were her medication. Admittedly, Ruby becomes uneasy whenever she becomes passionate about someone or something. Thanks to Ozpin, medication was acquired to quell any negative, pervasive, or homicidal thoughts to the redhead-brunette. Ruby bit her lip. She dropped her head. She didn't want to take them. The opportunity to end Hitoshi was there and she can Izuku in her clutches forever. However, she didn't want to let down her older sister or her team.
Overall, she didn't want Izuku to think less of her.
"We're roommates. We call each other by our first names. I know this is too fast but I do find you wonderful."
"But I do know one thing - and that is with a person's aura. I can sense the good in you. I can sense that you are an awesome boy."
"Izuku, I know you are a cool person. I bet you are awesome. And that is why I want to go out with you - to hang, of course!"
She reached into her backpack where she put out her two capsules. She opened her mouth to ingest the medication. Reaching for another canned apple juice, she used it to get rid of the chalky taste. She took deep and steady breaths. She knew it wouldn't be long before the medicine taking its effect. Conceal, not feel! Conceal, not feel!
"Hey, Ruby!" The redhead-brunette turned to the concerned face of Izuku. "Are you okay?"
She nodded. However, she was surprised that he was looking at her. "Yeah, I am okay!" She looked to see that she was still covered in leftover apple juice. "I did kinda made an accident."
Hitoshi let out a tiny chuckle. "No worries! Apple juice is quite minute then blowing chunks or when horny teenagers get frisky with their homemade pastes. Check in the side console for some napkins. No big!"
As Ruby was reaching for her napkins, she heard Izuku and Hitoshi making a choral "ooh" and "ahhs." Becoming inquisitive, she turned to the source of their noise.
Overlooking the expressway was a sea of neon lights fluttering in the night sky. As if an electric city was built on the island next to the expressway. The sea beside them began flicking in astounding colors. Upon looking closer, Ruby noticed Ferris wheels and rollercoasters.
"Dude," cried Hitoshi. "I didn't know that the carnival was in town!" She slapped Izuku's chest with a backhand. She, then, turned to him. "Let's go to it!"
"I don't have much money in my account," said Izuku. "I am using my debit card to pay for me and Ruby to go eat at the restaurant."
"Dude," she cried once more. "It's not every day to have a carnival at the islands by the garden district. Must be a special occasion?" She used her free hand to grab his arm. "If I pay for you and Ruby, can we go? Can we? Can we," she asked in a childish voice.
"Don't you have customers tonight," asked Izuku.
"Everything else can wait," said Hitoshi as she licked her lips. "No way am I turning down a carnival. Corn dogs, sukiyaki, fried octopus, funnel cakes, wacky mirrors, kissing booths."
Pointy darts I can lace with potent rapier wasp jam, dark corners where I can drown you without anyone hearing you scream. Ruby was trying to keep calm. The medicine has yet taken effect. She wanted alone time with Izuku and having three people was already a crowd. Please, Izuku. Say no, baby!
"I don't know," said Izuku. "It is kinda late. I don't want my mom to worry."
"Izuku, it is a few minutes before ten. If we go for a bit, I promise to have you home before twelve," said Hitoshi as she briefly did a praying hand before keeping her eye on the road. "Please?! I promise that you guys will have a great time and all of the treats are on me. Besides, I don't like going alone."
Izuku contemplated to himself for a few moments. Ruby was crossing her fingers for Izuku's refusal. Hitoshi was crossing her fingers for his acceptance. Izuku knew that Ruby wanted to go out and eat. Yet again, having a carnival to have fun, eat, and talk. It seemed like a win-win to the cinnamon roll. Also, he wouldn't mind playing some carnival games. He loved carnival games and hopefully, he can win some prizes to take home to the girls.
Especially one for Blake.
Izuku didn't want to let the Faunus know that he was awake when he felt her taking the second bite to his neck. He tightened his eyes as he felt the fangs puncturing his neck. A surge of energy entered his body. It wasn't frightened. It made him feel warm and safe. It made him think what Blake had told him earlier in the shower. He felt her giving him a kiss to his lips. He felt her warmth as her body pressed onto his. He didn't have the words to say anything.
Was it really love at first sight?
Izuku looked at her Facebook page on the way to the meeting spot with his friends. Her pleasant, lovely smile. Her eyes looked it can tell a story better than the author herself. He didn't have the courage to add her as a friend. He didn't want to appear desperate. At the same time, guilt consumed his mind because his feelings for a certain brunette in America was still prominent.
Izuku didn't know how to define his current relationship with Blake. Everything that has happened in the last thirty-sex hours came quickly and swiftly like a tsunami. From the moment he was punched by the Faunus to eating and talking with her in the living room. From touching each other's extremities to kissing each other and having passionate sex. Not once, not twice, but three times. That thought alone made him tickled pink. The thoughts of his having sex in his bedroom and his bathroom was filling his brain.
"Izuku! Izuku! I love you!"
"..."
"Say that you love me, baby!"
"I...I...I…"
"Please, Izuku!"
"I love you, Blake!"
"That's what I want to hear! I love you, too! Make me feel good!"
"Damn, Izuku. You feel so good! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Blake, you are getting tight!"
Yang heard Izuku yelped.
"Sorry, baby! I am putting my mark on you."
"Your mark!"
"When a Faunus loves a man, she does that. It is like ownership!"
"O...Okay!"
"Don't think too much! Just fill my womb with your sweet sperm."
"Blake! Blake! I am gonna cum!"
Blood immediately spurted from his nose like a fountain. He grabbed his handkerchief and wiped his nose. It didn't go without notice from Hitoshi and Ruby.
"Izuku, are you okay," asked Ruby in a concerning manner.
"Yeah, Deku! Are you okay," asked Hitoshi.
Izuku nodded as he was blowing any contents out of his nose. "Yeah! Just sea level pressure." He then turned to Hitoshi and Ruby. "About the carnival? Sure! Let's go!"
It was met with an astounding roar from Hitoshi. She, then, gently punched Izuku on his shoulder. "Yep! Yep! Thanks, Deku! You are such a sweetie! I will be sure to buy you the biggest cotton candy you can eat."
"A funnel cake will be nice," said Izuku. He, then, turned to Ruby. "Hey, will the carnival be okay?"
A bit disappointed with Izuku's decision. Nevertheless, at least she was with him. Even if there was a possible rival sitting beside him. She produced a fake smile. "Sure! Let's have fun!"
Hitoshi shifted gears as she prepared to head to the exit that would take them to the carnival. Hitoshi decided to replay Lil Durk's "Die Slow." Turning up the volume, she bobbed her head as they were minutes away from their fun-filled evening. Izuku was getting adjusted to the seat. Meanwhile, Ruby was reciting her own lyrics to the song.
For the bitch ass skank that ruined my evening (Hitoshi)
Make sure she dies slow
I know a killer that's ready to shoot something
But I shoot with my eyes closed
Meanwhile (back to Glynda)….
It took Glynda nearly twenty minutes to make it to Nemuri's condo. As instructed, she entered the parking garage. Immediately, she was stopped by a security guard. After giving the portly Indian male her identification and the information Nemuri provided her through text, she was admitted clearance.
He drove a few floors before making it to the fifth floor of the garage. She parked the car and shut off the lights. She exited the vehicle and waited for Nemuri's arrival.
She sat on the hood of her vehicle as she reached for a cigarette. In the midst of purchasing her items at the convenience store, she realized that she forgot to purchase condoms. She shook away her thoughts, knowing that Nemuri and her organizational paymasters would accommodate.
A few moments later, the sound of a car horn was heard from the distance. Glynda kept calm as she continued smoking her cigarette. The car horn made its presence known, accompanied by three distinctive sounds. Glynda pursed her lips. It seemed that her smoking break was now over.
Stubbing the ashes on her shoes, she walked a few faces away from her vehicle. Next to the elevator was a white van. It wasn't every day to see a Landrock Van 150 in these parts. Not since her last trip to America when she was visiting friends in Chicago.
From her position, it was possible to see the van with a spare tire on the rear and had a small vent unit on the roof with a heightened roof and a ladder on the back.
When approaching the van, the back door opened.
"Jesus, Glynda. You're five minutes late!" Glynda was unmoved when seeing the blonde-haired woman entering her eyesights.
"They always say that beauty takes its sweet time," retorted Glynda while pursing her lips. The blonde smiled as she rushed to hug her mentor. "Goodwitch! It's has been a while!"
"It has Yuu! It has! It is good to see you again," replied Glynda. "Sorry to not have a chance to talk with you before you left."
Yuu shook her head in disagreement. "Don't! It was nothing! We can catch up later when we get to see our cinnamon roll." Yuu took Glynda's hand as they were approaching the van.
At the entrance, there sat her former mentor Nemuri Kayama and then, a former colleague. The blonde-haired reptilian was smoking her cigarette. She had an alluring look before flicking the cigarette again. "So the cat couldn't stay away from the cream." She clicked her tongue. "Like a fiend to a pipe, I knew you would come back, Glynda Goodwitch."
Glynda had no rebuttal. How could she? Especially when it was coming from a fellow colleague who knew Glynda in her former years.
Glynda produced a grin. "They say the devil knows me by my sin. But, never did they say the succubus Ryuko Tatsuma knows me by my name."
To be continued….
BD: No lie! That's what I call a story, GOTA! You're outdoing me, baby!
GOTA: You're not! You're currently working on a story with a fellow writer and working on another story with your writing partner.
BD: True! A bit slow as my mind is blank. Wow! Do I sense some possible frienemies with Goodwitch and Ryuko?
GOTA: MAYBE?
BD: No cap! I am glad to let you have this story, babe!
GOTA: You're welcome and thanks for making it happen!
BD: Stay tuned for more of this gem!