Chapter III (3)

To begin with, the man guarding the front of Club Sion had dog ears. Big Goon's ears flipped when he scooted to the right slightly, allowing Akihito entrance to the big ornate doors. The man scooted sideways, like a crab. He was the new hybrid. Crab-dog.

The door handle felt cold when Akihito gripped it, despite the sunny day, despite the glint of light from the twin suns reflecting on the gold metal. The metal felt like ice under his hand, melting away at his touch to reveal two heads made of stone. They looked up and smiled at him, their eyes dripping with water. "Hello, Zatoichi. Welcome back. Please deposit 10 yen to continue."

Akihito ignored the door's request. He had an account with Club Sion, and didn't need to pay. "I'm not the blind samurai you've heard so much about. I'm Akihito, always Akihito. Never anyone else."

The stone door handles smiled, their rock facing making a crunching noise. "Akihito is always Akihito, didn't you know?" They cackled.

Big Goon whined. "Akihito, you're to proceed forward…..and then solve a riddle while standing in the middle of the circle." Big Goon said, his tail coming out and wagging back and forth. "The middle, not the side."

"Paper." Akihito replied, although he wondered why he said it. "I know the answer already it's paper."

"Then why ask the question when you already know the answer?" Big Goon shrugged and fluff fell off and blew away in the wind. "They are waiting for you, then." Big Goon said, his tongue coming out to lick the tip of his little black nose. "I'd like a treat, if you will."

Akihito handed him a bone from his pocket. "Stay." He said, and Big Goon, with fur the color of lightening, shiny and white, took the bone with a nod of his head. Akihito scratched his ears. Big Goon's ears, not his.

The red doors opened to him, silent, light, as if they had no mass. The clipping of his prosthetic echoed off the mossy walls, dripping with moisture and scarred with bullet holes. But he ignored it. He'd seen it before.

"We've been expecting you." A voice said from the thin air, making it slightly thicker. "You answered the riddle, so we are here to guide you."

"I don't need guiding, Asami, I'm not lost." He replied, coming into the office which looked like any other office, except the floors were glass and the roof made of metal. You could see dirt underneath the glass and the twin sun's rays were blocked by the thick tarnished metal, making it look red in the light of Asami's lamp. "I'm here to get what you took from me."

Asami sat in a large, ornate, pretentious chair made up of the white bleached bones of whales and other sea life which reclined behind his equally large, ornate, pretentious desk, made entirely out of gold. At least Akihito assumed it was gold.

"You can't get it back. I ate it. Long ago."

"Then, what are you eating now?" Akihito asked, taking the chair reserved only for him. It was a smaller chair, almost made for a child, but just as ornate, made up of brightly dyed orange feathers. It glowed despite the darkness in the room. He liked things that glowed.

"A peanut butter and jelly sandwich." He said, cutting the sandwich with his knife and fork and placing a small perfect square into his mouth. "Made especially by my American friend, he knows his jelly." He wiped his mouth with a red handkerchief and pushed back from the desk and stood, rolling a pair of eyes around in his hand like medicine balls.

"I'm dreaming, Asami." He stated, pointing to the eyes. "Are those from someone you know?"

He looked down at the eyes which dripped with goo. "Oh these? Token offerings from the grateful. I enjoy seeing the world through their eyes." He stated and the corners of his mouth curved into a snarl. "Took you long enough to realize your status in my world."

Asami moved slightly, revealing that was pant-less, and stood next to Akihito's chair. Akihito had to crane his neck to see Asami's face.

Asami dropped the eyes and they rolled around on the floor until they rested, their irises staring at Akihito. The eyes blinked and rolled away, leaving a wake of wetness, slick, like a snail's trail.

"Usually the dreamer is the one with no pants on. Are you late for a test as well?" Akihito asked, pointing at Asami's underwear.

Asami launched into a fit of hysterical laughter, which only lasted thirty seconds. Akihito knew how long it lasted, because the clock on the wall said its been thirty seconds. Are you ready for the ka-boom? And yes, the clock talked, and peeked at Akihito with its funny number shaped eyes.

The laughter came and went. "This is the new style. I'm sure you'll catch on once the fog clears." Asami replied.

"So where's my stuff? Is it in here?" Akihito stated, running his fingers along the hemline of Asami's gray boxers. Asami giggled like a girl and grabbed his fingers. Slowly, he moved Akihito's hand until it stretched to the limit, reaching Asami's lips. A purple veined forked tongue came out and licked each fingertip, coating it with slick, thick saliva.

Akihito pounced, his prosthetic assisting him, pushing Asami backward and onto the desk. With precision, he had Asami's boxers off and dangling around his ankles. "It's in here, then." He said, and plunged a finger into Asami's pink hole.

Asami just chuckled. "Harder, softer, no there. Ugh ugh ugh." Asami said without passion. "Okay, I'm done, convincing, aren't I?"

"Faker." Akihito said. He pulled back and reached a hand out to pull Asami up, but Asami didn't move, just looked at the hand like it was a knife and would cut him if he budged.

"Finish what you started." Asami challenged.

"I see you've commenced without me." A voice Akihito half-remembered, half-didn't called from the ceiling. The man owning said voice rappelled down the side of the walls on green wires, which looked alive. Akihito got a close up the sole of his boot.

"I was in the Marines." He said, as if they asked or cared what his previous occupation was. "But that was before love died."

"Keir." Akihito said. "Where have you been, I waited by the river but you never showed."

"I've been tacking up posters. I lost my cat."

"Have you checked the lost and found?" Asami asked, his boxers still around his ankles. He made no move to pick them up. Little soot sprites came out from under the desk and made a mad dash for the boxers before Akihito saw them and stomped his feet, leaving dead black ash in his wake. He felt like Godzilla.

"Roar." Akihito said, "Eat foot death." He stomped again.

"I searched the world over and I found this." He said, and handed Akihito a small camera, covered in dust. "Thought you might want it."

Akihito felt his eyes water. He reached up to rub the tears away but only managed to hit himself in the head. Not once, but three times. "I'd like it back." He said, and reached for it, only to have his hand grasped by Asami.

"That belongs to a dead man, you don't want it now."

Akihito hit his head again, three times.

"Three times the charm." Keir said. "You've got a race to run."

"I can't race like this." Akihito said, and pointed out that he was suddenly wearing a tiny red leather boxer shorts. "No matter what you say."

"The fog lifts, with style." Asami said in a sing-song voice. He emphasized his words by flaying his hands around and spinning in a circle. "I like style." He paused a moment before adding. "Style!"

"But we've printed up flyers, you have to race." Keir whined. "Ah me oh my….you don't want to have to explain this to the keeper of the books. Anything but that."

"That would be me and no one else, but me." Kirishima rose from the couch. Akihito didn't even notice he was there, he'd blended in so well with the furniture. There was a reason, he was transparent. "Let me be frank. The race is already won, you just have to accept the prize….Aki-chan, Aki-chan, Aki-chan."

"What if I don't want it, Frank?" Akihito asked.

"Then no one gets it, because it won't be offered to anyone else. You're the winner….winner….winner….WINNER….dingdingdingdingdingding." Kirishima said. "And my name is Charlie."

"Back in your box, Charlie. No one wants you." Asami stated and started to push Kirishima into a large wooden oblong black box. It looked like a coffin. No, it was a coffin.

"Wah…wah…." Kirishima/Frank/Charlie started crying. "Nobody wants a Charlie in the box, I'm just a misfit toy."

"I regret letting you watch that show. You've been playing with clay too much." Keir said unhooking the tangle of tentacles currently holding him to the ceiling. He fell with a thud and landed silently on his perfect black covered feet. "Quit molding people."

"But I'm god! I'm allowed to mold people. It's my job!" Kirishima/Frank/Charlie argued from in the box. He thudded against the top three times before he fell silent.
"I've boxed you, god. Let's see you punch your way out of this!" Asami yelled, using his fists to slam the lid closed. Then, for good measure, he used his head.

"Now that he's gone, we can fornicate in public." Akihito said, not really knowing why he said it, but he did.

No, it wasn't him, it was Asami using his voice. Which was sort of comical, so how come he wasn't laughing? Oh that's right, Asami hijacked his voice.

"Don't commandeer my voice. I might not get it back." Akihito chastised, but it came out of Asami's mouth. "Oh yeah, that reminds me, I've forgotten something. You're a bastard."

"That was the last semblance of disorder in the realm of the twin suns, now all we have is cat food." Keir said and he winked, which looked like he was having a seizure.

"I for one, am glad he's gone. We can buy balls and charge it to the R&D department." Asami said, still in Akihito's voice.

"I'm laying right here! I can still hear you!" Kirishima yelled from in the box and knocked again. This time he knocked twelve times. "And R&D has been mothballed!"

"Sit on his box and wiggle, Akihito. Your butt is good at that." Keir said.

"I don't wiggle my butt." Akihito retorted. It was his voice, coming from his mouth. He felt rather good about that. "I stole my voice back from you."

Keir laughed. "Give me your butt, I haven't had anything to eat. Asami, on the other hand, scarfed down a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, three pickles, a quarter pounder with cheese, and twenty-three orders of penis, with cream on top. And that was in the last five minutes."

"That's just nasty."

The clock said: "Here we go again!"

"They were all bad." Asami said, starting that hysterical laughter again which rumbled low and then hit a squeal like a pig and a siren at the same time. He stopped laughing abruptly and stroked his chin. "Not Kosher."

A girl came into the room. Akihito blinked a bunch of times and shouted: "Motomi-chan, check out Asami's junk. Does your big fiance have junk like this?" He pointed to Asami's cock, which was soft, so not at big as it usually is, but still big.

She cocked her head. "Yes, I cocked my head." She said. "And yes, that's a play on words and it has nothing to do with chickens." She peered at Asami's penis and raised her eyebrows, to the point where they disappeared into her dyed green hairline. On closer inspection, everyone had odd colored hair, even Asami, his hair had a blue sheen. What did his hair look like? He tried to pull at it, but couldn't. He didn't have any hair. His head was shaved.

"He's big, but it only belongs to the owner. I wouldn't want to pay the rent on that space." Motomi said, and suddenly as she came, she was gone, pushing her way through a tiny hole in the wall, which closed up after she left.

"That was pointless." Asami said.

"So is everything that comes out of your mouth." Akihito remarked.

"Your head is still shaved from the surgery. But you will recover." A man's voice said somewhere overhead, as if it was piped in.

"That was months ago. It grew back." Akihito argued with the ceiling. "I'm fine now."

"Fine and dandy like sour candy." Keir said and threw candy at Akihito. "You like candy, right? Sour, sweet, bitter, you will take it all. That's the stuff."

"I only want the sweet."

Asami pulled up his boxers and ran a finger across the top of his bald head. He caressed the stitches like it was favorite thing on his body. "Then add sugar to the sour, and relish in your creation."

Akihito blinked back some fresh tears, he didn't like stale ones. "What job do you do now, Keir?" Akihito asked, not taking his eyes of Asami's deep liquid pools. His eyes, not his pools. Asami's eyes bored deep, unblinking.

Keir looked from boy to man and back to boy. "I wander from frame to frame. Sometimes you will catch me picking up trash at the train station." He remarked, while he shot a grappling hook into the ceiling and stepped onto a flat wooden platform. "Look, I'm Batman!" Keir smiled. "Say goodbye Akihito, I'd have a witty remark, but I'm fresh out. I leave the wit to you and your boyfriend."

"Goodbye Akihito." Akihito said pulling Asami closer to him, Asami's suit covered chest brushing Akihito's bare one. "Be ok, you'll do that for me?"

"I'll always be ok." He glanced at Asami, who didn't look at Keir. "Cough, cough. Thanks for the loner." He said, and threw Asami a golden colored apple. "I'd pass the torch, but it seems I was never given it to begin with."

He disappeared, somehow, into a hole in the ceiling, which was quickly covered up by two lions who flipped their tails and covered the hole with their fur.

"I'm dreaming." Akihito said. "My sky feels cloudless."

"MMnhhh….come home, I need you." Asami pushed him towards the coffin and leaned him over it and yanked his red leather boxers down in one move.

"We can't make love over Kirishima."

"Kirishima, we will make love above you, that's all right, isn't it? Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?" Asami kissed him, the forked tongue coming out to lick the tip of his nose, before he dropped the tongue into Akihito's mouth. "Akihito." He whispered, his pelvis rubbing hard, trapping Akihito against the coffin.

Akihito eyes closed tightly, the man smelled of peanut butter and jelly, felt warm and wet at the same time, like the rain in the forest in Brazil. The warmth enveloped him, Asami's hands snaking to pin his arms against the lid of the black coffin.

Asami pulled at his tie and it fell in slow motion, landing on the coffin and dropping onto the floor. The soot spites came and dragged it away and that was the last he saw of it.

"Touch me." Akihito said. "I can't feel you."

"When I touch, where I touch, is mine. Do not doubt that again." Asami warned, his gold eyes scorched to black and then resumed their more natural color. His cock strained, looking bigger than humanly possible as he plunged dry, no lube, no preparation.

"Ahhh….Asami, it hurts."

"Life does sometimes."

"Quit….quit with the idioms." He moaned and pushed against Asami while Asami stayed still, letting Akihito engulf him.

"Oh quit talking and just fuck him already! I'm running out of baseball analogies!" The man in the box said.

Asami started a gentle pace of advancing, retreating, his cock swelling, pulsing. He thrusted harder, the coffin rocking with their gyrations, pounding like a hammer into Akihito's pretty pink hole. "Open for me. Accept it."

The clock on the wall said: "Time is almost up."

Akihito moaned. "It feels…oh damn." He rocked his hips, thrusted to meet Asami half-way down. His lips were already chapped and dry from his panting. He licked them, but couldn't feel anything. "More, more….I want it all."

"Akihito." Asami grunted, sounding so beautiful, Akihito thought he would die. "Akihito, you have to wake up."

"No, I want to stay here….please…feels so good….please.…..make me cum."

"Then cum." He ordered, and it didn't take Akihito but an instant after the order was given, but his seed shot into the air and coated everything white. His eyesight, the black coffin, the glass floor. They were almost drowning in it. He arched, his back fitting over the coffin's lid, his leg slipping on the slick lacquered surface. He curved his hips up, allowing Asami to thrust deeper. Asami pushed so hard, he felt his chest burst with the force.

"Feel." Was all Asami said, as he came hard into Akihito's hole. He continued thrusting, stopping only when Akihito's boneless body could no longer hold onto the coffin. Asami kissed him.

"Come home." He said, and fixed his clothes and disappeared into a door Akihito didn't realize was there.

"Wait, how do I get home?" Akihito asked, pulling up his shorts, which were now green and coated with dirt.

"What?" Suoh asked.

Akihito blinked. He was in his tent. He was awake and coated with his sticky mess. "Oh, nothing, I was…..nothing."

"I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That was all they had." Suoh stated from outside the tent. "Come eat, you've been asleep all day, you've been dead to the world."

He yawned and took the sandwich. "Time to rejoin the living." He said stretching and wandered off to the shrine, taking bites of the dry offering and chewing slowly.

It was time to go home.