Sorry about the wait, y'all. But I said I had a chapter and here it is. Just a little clear up to avoid confusion, this fanfic is based on Weaver replacing Komuro during the shrine and all.
This chapter is not that much longer than the first (fail for me) and I will work hard to deliver next time.
2
Weaver woke up and sat bolt upright, eyes closed. Opening them, he blinked hard, trying to remember what had happened in the past four hours. It had been a blur. First, Saeko and he were talking, then they were kissing, one thing led to another…
He looked to his left, to find the young woman still asleep. She had her back to him, but Weaver merely needed to lean over to see her face. Saeko's face was one of peaceful contentment. Looking down the bed, Weaver saw one of her bare legs exposed from between the sheets. He smiled as he covered it.
Desire rose in him when he touched her flawless skin, and he dragged his fingers along her thigh, over the curve of her hips and up the side of her torso. He knew she wore nothing underneath; their clothes lay strewn about the hotel room floor. Ripped off in the passion they had found themselves in.
When he reached her shoulder, Saeko began to stir. A strand of violet hair fell upon her face, causing her cheek to twitch. Weaver gently reached down and brushed it away just as Saeko's eyes fluttered open.
"O-Hiya!" Weaver said, his own variant of the Japanese greeting.
Saeko smiled.
"Good morning to you, too," she said in English.
She turned and sat up, holding the sheets to her chest as she leaned in to kiss Weaver.
"Feel better?" she asked.
"Much," Weaver smiled, "You?"
Saeko blushed and turned her blue eyes from Weaver's green ones.
"Just a little sore…but…"
"But?" Weaver's heart stopped.
"It was beautiful." Saeko sighed, as she leaned back down on the pillow, "To think that we waited all this time for something so wonderful."
Weaver laughed.
"Yeah. The rest of the gang getting it on, and here we are being cenobites. I have to admit, it was worth it, waiting that is. My dad always told me that you should be damn sure you love someone before you get in bed with them."
He leaned in and kissed her this time.
"Saeko Busujima, let there be no doubt, I love you."
"And I love you, Michael Weaver," Saeko replied as they held each other in their arms.
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After getting up and cleaning with whatever water was left, the crew had a quiet breakfast while Weaver filled Takashi in about last night.
Minus the, ahem, unnecessary details.
"At least ten?" Takashi asked, scratching his head, "Where did they go?"
"No idea, and quite frankly I don't fucking care so long as they're not around here."
"Well, when you're right, you're right, Weaver." Takashi agreed, "Let's get a move on."
Saeko took the lead and led the group out of the hotel. On they went, out of the city.
At a nearby truck stop, they found a number of cars in serviceable condition. They selected a green Nissan Leopard and a black Toyota Tundra 4x4. The Leopard needed a new battery and tank of gas, while the Tundra had a flat tire. Kohta and Weaver spent the morning fixing them while the others stayed safe inside the waiting room.
"Weaver, hand me the Philips head."
"Yeah, incoming."
Saya came out with water for the two of them. She wore her characteristic scowl on her face, but still blew a kiss to Kohta.
"Lucky guy." Weaver laughed.
"She's really not always mean, dude," Kohta said shyly rubbing his neck. But he smiled all the same.
"You're a lucky guy, too, ya know."
Weaver raised an eye brow at him.
"Oh, come on, its no secret," Kohta laughed, leaning against the Toyota, "Saeko, man. She really cares for you. I know this sounds weird, but I've been going to the same school with her since I was 8. She never makes friends. You're the first guy she's really taken to."
Weaver smiled as he juggled wrenches, "Well, it only took the zombie apocalypse. I guess I've got better game than I thought."
"I'm serious man," Kohta said, "You're the first she's ever really been with."
"I know," Weaver smiled, as he remembered the day he found out.
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"Sooo, have you ever had a crush?" Weaver asked as they sat on the sand bar. Saeko shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a suitable answer.
"Yes." She finally said, blushing slightly, then "Why do you ask?"
"Just making conversation," Weaver said quickly.
They had just escaped the horde and were on their way to the Takagi manor. Weaver had stolen a prototype scout vehicle, one from his dad's company, Trilon Defense. Saeko sat in the back seat, while Weaver stood outside, watching the river bank from time to time.
"Well, who hasn't made it as long as I have and never had a crush," Saeko said in an absent minded voice, "Its natural to be attracted to people you like…I honestly thought it was love…"
Weaver nodded, fighting The Other in his mind
(Do it.)
What? Are you nuts?
(You bet I am. DO IT!)
I don't wanna
(Bullshit.)
Ok, I do, but not now.
(This is why you're going to die a 40 year old virgin.)
Hey, if I make it to forty in this shit storm, I'll be thankful.
"So, what are you thinking about?" Saeko asked coyly.
Weaver shook his head, shutting up his split personality.
"Nothing." He said simply.
Before long, they continued to Takagi's house.
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"Hey, Houston to Weaver. Come in, bro!"
Weaver blinked owlishly and looked at Kohta.
"Hmm? What?" Weaver asked dully.
"You just kinda had one of those zone out sessions, man," Kohta said, "You alright?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." Weaver smiled and went back to work.
Meanwhile inside Saeko watched the road intently, keeping an eye for any of them that would sneak up on the two of them. Mrs. Shizuka was talking with Rei and Takashi, while Saya kept an eye on Alice and Zeke.
"So where are we heading exactly when they fix the cars?" Rei asked.
"Kohta said there is a JSDF base down by Osaka, near the airport." Mrs. Shizuka replied, "We'll make our way down there."
"It's going to be a long drive," Takashi sighed, "and if the roads are blocked, it could be made only longer."
Mrs. Shizuka thought for a moment.
"but the truck Weaver's working on, that can go around blocks, right?"
"Yes," Rei nodded, "but the other car can't."
"Oh," Mrs. Shizuka bowed her head again, thinking hard.
Saeko moved from her standing position to a chair, still watching the road.
"By the way, how are you doing this morning, Busujima-senpai?" Takashi asked the young woman.
Saeko turned and smiled. "I feel fine, Komuro-kun. A little tired, but I am fine."
Takashi tilted his head, "You sure?"
Saeko laughed, "Do I seem ill?"
"No," Rei said, trying to hide a smile, "but, well…"
Saeko could feel a cold tingle running up her spine.
"But, what?"
"Well, you see," Mrs. Shizuka said as she folded her hands, "how to put this…"
Saeko could already tell, in the way that Rei, Takashi, Mrs. Shizuka and now Saya looked at her. Saeko's hands flew to her mouth and she blushed furiously.
"It's okay, Saeko-chan," Mrs. Shizuka assured her, "what happens between you and Weaver-kun is your business and your business alone."
"Then how did you-"
"Your door look was broken, and was left ajar," Takashi said, "We heard the bed squeaking all night."
"And, other…noises…" Rei added.
Saeko's face went, if possible, an even darker shade of red.
"I just want to say," Saya piped up, "It took you two long enough. I thought, as Weaver is an American, it would be you two first. But no, it was Komuro-san and Miyamoto-senpai in my house!"
"Hey," Takashi interjected, "it's not like we let the whole house know. Besides, Rei's back was injured so we didn't do all that much."
Saeko looked at the ground, and smiled, in spite of herself.
"Weaver is not like most Americans," she said, as she remembered the talk the two of them had.
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"Seriously?" Saeko asked they sat on the bus together. Mr. Shido was in the back, Kohta and Saya sitting in the seats behind them, while Mrs. Shizuka drove.
"As if I'm standing before you," Weaver nodded, "I don't plan to screw around with a girl until I'm married, or at least, until the relationship has reached the point that marriage would merely be a ceremony."
Saeko stared then shook her head from such a radical notion.
"You do realize no one thinks like you anymore, right?"
Weaver shrugged.
"That's my problem, ma'am."
Saeko laughed.
"You're so formal. Please, you can call me Busujima-san."
"Roger Wilco, Busujima-san." Weaver said with a smile, "Damn, that sounds pretty. Busujima, busujima, it means "Island," right?"
"Close," Saeko corrected, "it more accurately means "Poisoned Island."
Weaver winced.
"I take it back," then he broke into a massive grin, "It sounds fucking awesome!"
Saeko laughed at his joke. This American was alright…
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Saeko was jarred from her memory when a piercing shriek tore through the group. Alice came running down the hallway from the bath room, where one of them came shambling after her, dressed in a mechanic's jump suit.
"Munchkin!" Saya cried out as Alice ran into her arms.
Saeko immediately shot up, but a sudden wave of dizziness over took her. It was gone a split second later, just in time for her to see Rei shove the bayonet of her M1A into the thing's head.
"Alice-chan, are you all right?!" Takashi asked with great concern.
Just then, Weaver and Kohta burst in, weapons at the ready.
"WHERE IS IT?!" Weaver roared, brandishing his AR-15, "WHERE IS THAT DEAD MOTHAFUCKER?!"
"Already taken care of," Rei said, removing her bayonet and watching the zombie collapse.
"Oh," Weaver said, relaxing and leaning against the front desk, "we're all good?"
"Yeah, we're good," Takashi nodded, "You two can get back to the cars."
"They're done!" Kohta said proudly, giving a thumbs up, "We're ready to roll out."
"Are you sure?" Takashi asked, picking up his shotgun, "I don't want them falling apart on the way to Osaka."
"They won't, trust me." Weaver said, flashing a cocky smile.
Collecting their gear, they shuffled on outside, but Saeko remained in the lobby.
"Saeko-chan, are you coming?" Mrs. Shizuka asked gently.
Saeko shook her head, still wearing off the shock of her dizziness.
"Yes, Marikawa-sensei. I'll be out shortly."
As the buxom nurse went outside, Saeko glanced at the ground. It was not like her. But then again, she barely got any sleep last night.
That's all it was.
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Weaver turned the keys, and the powerful diesel engine turned over. Mrs. Shizuka meanwhile turned on the Leopard, which sputtered a bit before coming to life. Saeko, Kohta and Saya rode in the Tundra, while Takashi, Rei, Alice and Zeke sat in the Leopard.
Before driving, though, Weaver looked over his shoulder and motioned to the remains of Tokonosu.
"Take a good look, gang," he said in a somber voice, "You may not see it again."
Saeko looked out the window at the city she was raised in. There was nothing left. Just a gutted ruin of what once was. This was her home, her life, but that had been taken from her. There was nothing keeping her here now.
After the group had made it to Shintoko 3rd Elementary School, they had met Tadashi Miyamoto, Mrs. Komuro, Rika Minami, Master Busujima and Mr. and Mrs. Takagi, who had survived the fight at the mansion. They were airlifted to the USS Reagan where Weaver's Father, Mr. Zachary Weaver was over looking the evacuation of Japan.
Everyone they knew was out of the town. There was nothing tying them here. Yet there was so much memory in this shell of a city, that Saeko still regretted leaving.
But leave they must.
Weaver put the truck into gear, and the two vehicles proceeded south.
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A zombie shambled in the middle of the highway. Groaning and lurching, it was completely oblivious to the black Lamborghini that slashed its way down the road. It was just as oblivious to said Lamborghini when it hit the zombie, liquefying the monster on impact.
"Ten points," the driver muttered.
He was an odd looking character. Dressed in blue jeans, cream colored sports coat and a light blue polo shirt. His hair was a mass of white braided dreadlocks, and a pair of wraparound sunglasses covered the eyes of his broad, scarred face. On his fingers were letter rings, the right hand spelling PAIN, while FEAR was on the left.
His phone rang. Lightly irritated he picked it up.
"It's me. What do you want?"
"We found him, Skinner."
Screech!
The Lamborghini went into a hard slide as the driver slammed on the brakes. When it was completely stopped, he held the phone in front of him.
"Where?"
"With the girl, coincidentally. They are heading for Tokyo at the moment. They're going should be slow since most of the major highways are blocked off. Furthermore, there are indications of a typhoon heading this way. That should slow them down as well."
"Where are they now, exactly?" The man breathed into the phone.
"Currently working their way south on the Tonhoku Expressway."
"Right. Tell the man to contact me, I'm in pursuit."
"Wilco. Be advised, you are instructed to keep your distance for now."
The man removed his glasses, revealing a horrifically disfigured face. The entire left eye was gone, replaced by a milky white glass one, and the area around the socket was ripped and shredded.
"No promises."
Ah, the plot thickens. Who is Skinner? I'll give you a hint...You'll have to wait until the next chapter. :p
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