We in it for forever (ever, no, no) You fuckin' with the greatest (ay) (bitch) Feet don't fail me now, I'm dead-Isaiah Rashad
Yuta awoke to the sound of rain pattering gently against the widow. The room was dark, save from the warm glow of the city lights illuminating it.
His left hand rested behind his head and right arm was enveloped around the strong soft body that laid next to him. After staring at the fluorescent lit ceiling for a few long moments, the Special Grade turned his gaze upon the sleeping beauty next to him.
And a tender smile graced his lips.
Maki's glasses were off and her hair out of its signature ponytail. Her features were relaxed and smooth, strains of her dark green hair fell into her face. Yuta removed his hand from the back of his head and softly swept the stray locks from her face to behind her ear. And just watched her rest, she looked so tranquil. Yuta wishes he could see this side of her more, unguarded and bare for him to truly see. He saw glimpses and flashes of it, but he craved for more.
Perhaps he will with the new developments of their….relationship. Yuta's mind warped and bended with all types of thoughts and crazy visions, when regarding himself and Maki.
Yuta didn't know what they were or If they were even anything to begin with. But Yuta knew one thing to be absolutely certain. That he loved Maki and wanted her in the most irrevocable ways.
Maki was true to her word. After a short rest, she and Yuta went at it again. Less eager but with equal vigor. The make out session turned into Yuta going down on her yet again, but with the sorceress initiating this time. Weakly pushing him off of her by the shoulders until he was in-between her spread legs. She made sure he was comfortable, then gave him proper instructions on ways to please her.
And Yuta, always being earnest to appease Maki and not wanting to disappoint her. He moved her panties to the side meeting her puffy smooth wet lips, he followed her orders with great zeal. Sucking, licking, kissing and touching when and how she told him. And the way Maki moaned and withered, the way she gripped his hair, the way she praised him. Told Yuta that he was doing very well.
During his education, Maki had undid her uniform top and the white shirt she wore underneath. Had risen up enough to display her glistening midriff, opening his heated heavy lidded eyes from what he drank. Yuta watched those honed abs spasming, contort and flex in elation. Being coated in light sweat only added to the arousing image.
It was enough to cause Yuta to reach his release again and all Maki had to do was moan and groan his name in an airy timber.
Recalling the recent memory resulted in the young man getting all hot and bothered again. Carefully moving not to wake her, he gently got up from the bed. And walked to the large window.
He didn't intend to leave the large expensive white drapes open, but Okkotsu was happy he did. Running a hand through his raven locks, he looked out the window to view the city.
Shinjuku at night was a wondrous city to behold. The skyline alone was magical, the night brought out the dazzling brilliant lights of the skyscrapers.
"Cousin really did an excellent job with this room." Yuta thought gratefully, turning away from the skyline and making his way to the dresser. Where his new sword leaned. In the haste of Maki kissing him, he accidentally dropped it. After their second go-around, Yuta picked it up and leaned it against the furniture before putting on his sleepwear and taking a nap. Which were simple black cotton sweats and powder blue shirt.
A Heartfelt smile graced Yuta's face, as he admired his new gift. It was one of the most gorgeous things he had ever seen. He really loved the gold tsuba and the haiku inscribed on the blade. Maki had really put in a lot of thought, love and care into this sword. Yuta could tell just by holding it.
Looking between the slumbering sorceress and Knowledge God. Yuta felt something very pivotal permeate through his entire being.
Maki had given him something very special and valuable. Yuta believed a huge amount of sorcerers both good, bad and in-between. Would pay a very high price for this sword, If he ever planned on sealing it. But he wouldn't. Yuta would die before he parted with this blade. He wanted to return her kindness or at least attempt to. Looking at the clock and seeing it was only 8:45 at night.
Yuta decided he would go for a walk, seeing can do three things while doing so.
He could get some fresh air and cool down his carnal urges. He could think and look for a present for Maki He can start asking a few questions about the missing people.
The Special Grade began taking off his sleepwear and getting dressed in his uniform. After buttoning up his white jacket, he strapped his blade on his back and made sure his room key was in his wallet. Okkotsu went over to the sleeping Zenin twin and pulled the cover up to her shoulders, tucking her in. Then gave her a small sweet kiss on her cheek.
His heart warmed as she smiled and snuggled deeper under the covers.
"Brother, how long do we have to wait here? I'm ready to hunt already." A brown haired man asked in an annoyed voice.
"Stop your bellyaching little brother. This is a part of that, besides. We haven't even been waiting for an hour." The older blonde sibling replied, his own tone annoyed at his sibling's whining.
The pair stood on top of a building across from the Mitsui Garden Hotel in the shadows.
"Besides….You felt that surge of Immense Cursed Energy earlier today. It was creepy, ominous, cold and ruthless. Like being in a winter storm naked. There is also a rumor that The Six Eyes was in the city too." The Blonde said in an interesting voice.
"The Six Eyes!? Satoru Gojo!? Here!? We can't face him! Do you think we can take him!? Father said we should leave The Six Eyes to him. The Brown haired one spoke in a mild panic tone.
" Relax brother. Father, not here…yet. Besides, think of how much he, mother and the rest of the family will respect and favor us If we took down whatever or whoever this sorcerer is and the Six Eye?" The taller of the two finished. Knowing his younger sibling would take the bait. Grinning victoriously has the devious smile formed on his brother's lips. He knew what buttons that needed pushing.
"Oh Yeah….Oh Hell Yeah! They would have no choice but to. So who are we going for first Torsten, this one or Gojo? I say we go for Satoru first." The shorter of said with eagerness, visualizing the acclaim he would receive. He was ready to get to it, over his earlier hesitation.
"Patience Thurmond, we will get to the Six Eyes in due time. If we take care of whoever this Special Grade is, I'm sure the Six Eyes will come for us. I have a feeling they're connected somehow….someway." Torsten spoke rationally, knowing it was best to tread lightly on this situation. His instincts told him these Sorcerers were different from the ones they faced before.
Ignoring the grumbling from Thurmond. The older brother cheered internally as their target emerged from the building.
"There! There he is!" Torsten proclaimed, pointing at the young man below them.
"Him!? That little shit is a special grade? Whatever, this should be easy work." Thurmond said in disappointment, not impressed by their quarry. He stood up ready to jump on the young sorcerer right then and there. Only being stopped by the hand of his brother on his bulky shoulder.
"Let's send a friend to greet him first." The Elder sibling said with a menacing smile.
The air was a pleasant mixture of cool warmth, it soothed Okkotsu like he had hoped. With no destination in mind, Yuta began walking amongst the radiant city.
The city was buzzing with nightlife. The neon-lights encompassed the special ward in a vibrant electric smorgasbord of colors. Yuta was amazed by the sight of it all, even with the light rain starting up again. Didn't stop the rhythm of the night. It was like the string of murders wasn't looming over the city.
Yuta talked to some of the people, asking them about the recent murders. Some of them didn't tell him anything he didn't know already, others gave him more info about some of the victims. Like they're names.
One of them was; Xing King-Yiu. A former Shaolin monk turned artist. He came to Shinjuku a few weeks ago to work on his art exhibit that would have open this week. But ten days after his arrival in the city, he was assaulted in his art expo while he was working late one night. Xing put up a fight the best he could, but it was enough. He was found the next morning with both of his legs crushed and head caved in.
Another victim was internationally-renowned kickboxing and karate champion; Cynthia Briggs. An American woman in town to defend her championship in a bout with an up and coming local star; Ryoko Hamada. But she never got the opportunity. A day after checking into her hotel, Cynthia went missing without a trace. That was two weeks ago.
One of the recent cases was twin brother and sister; Arata and Au Inoue. Two boxing prodigies in their late teens. Arata was found dead in his family's courtyard with his internal organs electrocuted. Au had been missing ever since.
"Hmm, maybe Maki and I should talk to the local authorities tomorrow. I believe Gojo knows somebody in the department. I think there's a connection here besides the obvious." Yuta mused to himself as sat on a nearby bench, luckily it had a roof as the rain had picked up some.
Leaning up against the glass wall, the young swordsman's thoughts went to his partner. He wondered what she would think about that idea. Then he pondered what gift he could get Maki. She really didn't seem like a jewelry type of girl and he couldn't think of a weapon to get her. Since she seemed to have everything.
Figuring he go to some department stores while they were still open and browse around. Getting up, Yuta was about to make his way to Mosaic Street. A prime shopping district in Shinjuku. When a malicious energy hit his senses. He could tell by the texture it was Grade One Imaginary Vengeful Cursed Spirit, but something about the signature felt…foreign.
Racing towards the signature. Yuta came to a courtyard garnished with elegant architecture, but the scene was obscene by a burly, powerful, gorilla-looking giant. Its skin or scales were a mash of purple and red and tusk like-teeth. It had a family cornered.
The father crouched in front of his family holding his lacerated arm, while his wife and two small children clung to him.
Dashing forward, Yuta unsheathed his blade. Relentlessly slashing the creature's side with a deep gash, quickly sheathing his sword. He stood in front of the family, watching the ogre-like creature reared back in pain.
"Sir, when I move. Take your family and leave as fast as you can." The Young Sorcerer said coolly. Never taking his cold navy eyes off the curse, not needing to turn around and look back. To see the man nodding his head.
The Curse seemed to recover and approached in angry stomps towards the sorcerer. Charging up Knowledge God with energy. Yuta rushed in and ascended in the air, rapidly slicing Ogre's dingy midsection while doing so.
While in the air, Yuta saw the family running away. Gathering his strength, he descend on his target in a merciless falling strike. Splitting the curse down the middle in two.
Sheathing his katana, Yuta approached one half the evaporating curse. And was about to crouch down and study it. When he sensed two arrogant, sadistic, and bloodthirsty energies and got into a quick draw stance.
Waiting for his prey.