*BZZZ* *BZZZ* *BZZZ*
*click*
The phone alarm shut off with click of a button. Sutōkā rose up from his bed, his spiky hair messy and wild from tossing and turning in his sleep. He yawned gently, slowly getting up out of bed. The boy noticed that he was in the nude, but he didn't care, so he just walked over to the bathroom.
Suto turned on the bathroom light. Big mistake. The lights were too bright for his eyes so he dimmed them. Ryukki took a look at himself in the mirror. He groaned at his appearance.
Sutōkā was relatively averaged sized for his biologically teenaged body. About 5'9", yet he was also rather muscular. Not overly swell or Hercules level, but athletic and well built, thanks to the intense battles he has fought. Weighing him at a solid 210lbs. While his upper body was well chiseled, it was a different day for his lower half. Sutōkā's thigh muscles were thickly muscled, wide, rather feminine for his gender, as were his curvy hips and plump butt. He wasn't sure why that was. Perhaps his mother's genetics.
His skin was a snowy white, like an albino's, due to his Ōtsutsuki lineage. Speaking of his DNA, Suto looked up at his head and saw two thick horns protruding from his skull. The horns were curved around the sides of his head, like a goat's horns.
Those weren't there yesterday, they must have grew in his sleep after he ate the Chakra Fruit Ghost gave him. Sutōkā's eyes stared soullessly at the new adornments atop his skull. His deep red right eye, and the black Rinnegan in place of his once green eye. There was also a large scar running brown the left side of his face. He acquired that before he was cursed with immortality, so it never healed like he always does, despite his wishes. Sutōkā also had multiple silver piercings all across his face. There were traditional thick huggies, the right one with a dangling amethyst, three cartilage rings on his upper left, a right eyebrow stud, a steel septum bull ring, and snakebites. The knight also had silver nipple studs, a naval stud, and a tattoo across his chest. The kanji for 'death'.
The boy practically screams mentally disturbed. Not to mention, the previous day wasn't helping his case either.
Ghost… Natalia… One of his closest friends sacrificed herself to save his immortal ass. Someone with a life to live died for him. She was stupid. She threw her future away. For what? Because she loved him. Lizard or not, any other guy would be flattered. Natalia was a kind and caring woman, who put her comrades before her. She was beautiful and smart, strong and determined. She would be any guy's perfect woman… But not his… Not that Sutōkā hated her. He couldn't be with her anyway… Because they both had the one single interest that could keep them apart.
A pair of arms snaked their ways around Ryukki's waist. The immortal was pulled closely into an embrace from behind.
"Those are new." Said the new presence.
"Oh man… Hungover… Not so loud, you're practically screaming…" Groaned Ryukki.
Last night, Sutōkā was drinking, probably too much from the looks of it. His body was now detoxing from the amount of alcohol he consumed. It was not a pleasant feeling. Sutōkā reached up to feel his new adornments. They were what the voice mentioned just now.
"They popped out in my sleep. I'm officially a planet eating parasitic life-form otherwise know as an Ōtsutsuki. Yay me." Sutōkā sarcastically cheered.
"Oh stop. If it helps, they make you look really cute~" The voice complimented as they ran their finger across the new keratin protrusions.
"Oh yeah, I could probably win the first place prize for best goat. MEEEHEHEHE!"
The two laughed gently. Though Sutōkā's smile was short lived. The figure spun the boy around and cupped his face, then looked him in the eye.
"Hey, stop with the frowning. You know damn well Natalia would want you to be happy. She knew why you couldn't be together and just being your friend was more than enough for her. She didn't care if you were immortal either, she would have died for you regardless, because no matter what, you are a person with saving, Sutōkā Ryukki. Do not forget that."
Sutōkā's dead eyes were filled with life again. Not a lot, but more than before. A single year fell down his cheek. The figure wiped it off with their thumb. Suto smiled slightly.
"I won't… Thank you, Jiren."
He smiled.
"Anytime."
Jiren scooped Sutōkā up, holding him by his thighs. They both smile before closing the distance with a kiss. Sutōkā wrapped his hands around Jiren's broad neck as he leaned in. Jiren deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into Suto's mouth. He followed suit with his own. Despite Jiren's hulking demeanor and Sutōkā… instability… the two were rather gentle kissers. Ryukki let out a soft moan during their make out session while Jiren's powerful hand slid up the young man's legs until he was gripping his butt. He gave Ryukki's firm cheeks a gentle squeeze, awarding him with another moan. The two broke the kiss and Sutōkā was let down.
He look up at his alien lover. Jiren's grey skin and obsidian eyes, accompanied by huge, iron-like muscles. Exactly what Sutōkā loved in a man. Jiren was busy eyeing Sutōkā as well, from his athletic frame, to the erection between his snow-white legs. The immortal teen walked seductively towards his shower stall, swaying his ass left and right each step. He reached the door and looked back hungrily.
"I'm taking a shower… You're joining me." He said in a low tone.
Jiren grinned himself.
"You know, I have a P-35 Portable Star Destroyer Cannon on my ship's weapon rack." Jiren stated.
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"If I ever turn down an offer to shower with you, I want you to use it on me."
The two entered the stall and turned on the hot water. They were making out once again. Their hand traveling across their bodies, exploring uncharted territories. Sutōkā couldn't help but release gentle moans as he felt Jiren's powerful hand grip his body in all the right places. Yet, as they began to make love, memories couldn't help but flash through Sutōkā's mind.
…
"Come on, Ghost! This is crazy! Stupid! You're just gonna get hurt!"
"Maggie, it's not stupid. I really don't see the problem."
"The problem is two things! One, you're totally in love with this guy who, hello, is GAY. And two, he eternally has the body of a seventeen year old! You want people to get the wrong idea?! Do you?!"
"Ugh! Uspokoit'sya! Calm down! It's not like I'm going to make a move in him. I'm just going to talk to the boss and ask if I can go on this mission with him. My phasing ability would come in handy. It's just one mission… alone together…"
"Yeah, then he pulls you into his muscly arms and takes your innocence with a floppy. Great plan"
Ghost's vein started to show. She didn't realize that Sutōkā was hiding behind a wall and overheard everything. His expression was a sad one as he quietly walked away.
…
*Yesterday*
Rain poured down heavily from the sky. The ground sleek and the grass damp and soft from over hydration. The raid was bad, yet there was no thunder. It was a sorrowful moment.
Sutōkā stood in place, getting soaked in the rain. He wasn't even bothering to open his umbrella. He preferred it that way. The rain was so bad that he couldn't tell the water running down his face from his own tears. Suddenly, it stopped pouring on him. Sutōkā lord to his left. The shark man, Cetus, was covering him with his own umbrella. The fish had a worried look on his face for his little friend.
"Cetus, don't. You need it." Sutōkā said, declining the act of kindness from his friend.
"Sweetie, you'll catch a cold. Besides, I'm a Fish Man. I prefer to be wet." Cetus replied with a forced smile.
It wasn't only them at this funeral. Their whole team was assembled. Sutōkā, Cetus, Breach, and six others, each standing across from each other.
There was a young looking girl with red hair, glasses, fox ears, and two fox tails. She had a name tag attached to her black dress. Phoebe Renarde.
There was also a small weasel-like creature, wearing leather pants, a cowboy hat, and had metal blades infused into its tail. There was a kanji infused into the steel. Name: Buck Barns. (He gets made fun of A LOT for that)
An owl creature with black and purple feathers, white around his eyes, wearing a black robe with a purple reverse cross, a black and purple top hat, a monocle, and had a gothic cane. Name: Jonathan Nevermore.
A rather buff female werewolf girl. Dark fur and hair, piercings on her left ear and eyebrow and one on her naval. Name: Maggie Loba.
A human boy with long hair that had streaks of green and red in them. He had this vibe that cried out 'wild child' Name: It was simply Yuchiro.
A tall, dark figure wearing a hood that concealed his entire form. Name: William Ainzworth
Finally, there was a rather scary and satanic looking creature. It's head and teeth were almost dragonic, with skin as red as blood, long black hair, headphones with a reverse pentagram on each side. One open right eye, black with a red iris, a large black ring pierced through the septum of his nose. It's body was male, muscular, but slightly on the chubby side too. Name: Infinite B. A. L. M. S. B. L.
They were all standing in front of a small glass dome. Within it was a single knife. Ghost's knife. This one blade was all that remained of the spectral lizard after her death by Kaguya. A testament to her legacy. Just looking at it burned up Sutōkā's insides.
"You've arrived. Not all of us, however..."
From the shadows appeared a man. He was concealed by a cloak, rich in purple and black colors. He stood before both the knife and the others around it. The man sighed.
"Members of Paradox's Twelve Atheists, we are gathered today to mourn a great loss. Today, we bid farewell to a part of our family. Natalia Ivanov, or as she was referred to as 'Ghost', was a truly marvelous woman. A strong and fearless warrior. She was a true god slayer."
Sutōkā started sniffling. His fists clenched to tight that his nails dug into the skin of his bleach white hands.
"Does anyone have any words to speak about her?" The man asked.
"I'll go first, Boss." Cetus offered.
The shark took a deep breath before speaking.
"Natalia was a good friend. She was always kind, compassionate, and gentle when she was able to be. She also loved to pull pranks on us. I remember last April Fools Day, she turned invisible when we all gathered for morning briefing and then popped out. Hahaha! That girl nearly gave me a heart attack. I'm gonna miss that about her."
Maggie: "Mkay, I'm gonna be perfectly honest here… There were times when… well, I couldn't even understand fuck all that girl said with that accent. Sometimes she would just talk full on Russian and would always forget we can't understand… but now, not being able to hear her voice or see her smile. There's no fucking way things will be the same."
Buck: "Words won't even begin to describe 'ow much that woman meant to us all, mate. Nat always offered to 'elp me when I would dig up fossils on the planets we would go to on missions. She just phase through the ground and come back with 'em… Damnit, why'd she have to become one 'erself?"
William and Jonathan both looked away, speechless.
Yuchiro: "When I first joined Paradox, Ghost was my first friend. She showed me around when I got lost. She would patch me up when I would go too far with my training. That kind of kindness is rare. She shouldn't have died…"
Infinite: "I uh… I've only been a part of the team for a month… Shit, I hate expressing my fucking feelings. Ivanov was, you know, nice… She… said she liked my music, which meant a lot, I guess. I… ain't gonna forget that… *huff* Holy Father, accept this departed soul into your loving arms. Amen."
Phoebe: "I didn't care that she was an assassin, or about the things she use to do. Nat was one of us. A part of our family. She's the kind of person who would give up her life for us a thousand times over. I know she would want us to hold our heads up high and not be sad. I can just tell that's she's looking up at us and smiling."
Maggie: "Looking 'up', Phoebe?"
Phoebe: (chuckling like an idiot) "Oh, she was nice to us but she's in Hell for sure."
Infinite: "Kid, c'mon! I just prayed for her!"
Breach: I… I don't even know if I should say anything… I mean I… It's my fault… I killed her…"
A hand envelopes one of Breach's tendrils. She turned to Sutōkā. His eyes baring no resentment towards the creature. All he could do was smile sadly at her. Everyone said there part. Now, it was Sutōkā's turn to speak.
"Natalia… She… She was… We… We were always… Goddamnit…"
He couldn't speak. He couldn't even make out a full sentence.
"She was the strongest of us." Said a new voice.
Someone appeared from the shadows. An absolutely huge man. His entire body was made out of clear crystal with a stone mohawk. His left eye was yellow, while his right was red. A huge X-snapped gash engraved into his hard, muscly chest. He also wore large jeans held up by suspenders. He has a sorrowful look on his face.
"Natalia was stronger than any of us. Kinder than any of us. She was the kind of person who was ready to give her life for her comrades. She… shouldn't have had to die…"
"Terry…" Muttered Sutōkā.
His adrenaline was spiking, his heart rate accelerated. The boy clenched a fist and with the speed of a bullet, he lunged at the crystal creature. Sutōkā used every ounce of strength to smash his fist into Terry's right eye. The force was great enough to knock the behemoth down. After Terry hit the floor, he got a look at the sheer rage on Sutōkā's face. Tears streaming and veins popping out of his forehead. He was about to dove again if Buck hand grabbed him from behind.
"WHERE WERE YOU?! WHERE WHERE YOU, TERRY?! ANSWER ME!" Sutōkā screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Suto! Fuckin' stop it! Calm down, mate!" Buck shouted in his rich Australian voice.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU GET ON YOUR FUCKING SHIP?! COWARD! WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!"
"Oi! Help me, 'ere!"
Now everyone was helping Buck hold the crazed god slayer back. Despite the combined efforts, Sutōkā was still struggling to break free from his friends grasps and attack Terry. The reason for this outburst was because Terry ended up chickening out of flying to pick them up at the last minute. This was because Terry recently had two daughters born and he developed a fear of getting killed in battle. This had been an inconvenience for the team. And it's the reason why Ghost ended up killed herself.
Sutōkā screamed one final time.
"WHERE WERE YOOOOOOU!!!"
…
The funeral had past. The scene has now shifted to a bar. There aliens all around, each of different species. Probably a hang out for multiple civilizations to come and unwind. It was rather refined as well. Many were dressed in formal attire. Though, this wasn't a social gathering, but a wake. Ghost's wake. Many of the aliens knew Ghost for her exploits and wanted to pay there respects.
Paradox was known across the Multiverse for protecting mortal kind against malevolent divine forces. The Destroyers, the Ōtsutsiku clan, and many others. They weren't exactly heroes, but they just wanted to help those who can't help themselves. They fought against those who defied the impossible… but not all come back from such a fight.
"Another round…"
Sutōkā was sitting alone at the bar, downing drink after drink as he attempted to drown his sorrows. This was his sixth glass of a pink and rather slimy substance. What mattered was that it at least had alcohol. The bartender poured him his seventh drink and closed the bottle up.
"Careful kid, you had a few of these and this is some strong stuff. You sure you don't want some water?" The bartender asked.
"Don't worry about me. Thing about us Ōtsutsuki freaks is that we can seriously handle our liquor." Suto replied, swinging back his drink.
"Hey, c'mon now, kid. You ain't like them."
He didn't reply. He just stared at his own reflection through his drink.
"Can you leave the bottle?"
The bartender was hesitant but he ended up complying. He left the entire bottle and walked away. Ryukki poured another glass and looked around. He could see people chatting, laughing with smiles on their faces like this was a house party. He wanted to puke.
"Hey Lancelot." Said a female voice mockingly.
Sutōkā turned to his right. Maggie was walking towards him.
"Maggie…" Groaned the teen.
Maggie Loba was an anthropomorphic wolf woman. Her fur was dark grey with jet black hair with a gold ring around her right ear and a gold left eyebrow stud. Her left eye was a bright light blue while her right was red, like Sutōkā and the others. Maggie had a rather muscular physique. More athletically toned, with a strong six pack under her black dress, well built arms and muscular legs. Her body was rather voluptuous as well. Double D-cup breasts with a large but firm butt and wide hips. She was as beautiful as she was…
"Don't you have too few chest hairs to be drinking?"
Sour…
"Don't you still have too much penis to be wearing a dress?"
Maggie chuckled. She also wasn't always a woman in general. Her name use to be Malcom before changing it and undergoing gender change surgery.
Sutōkā and Maggie may have been comrades, but they have also been rivals for as long as they've known each other. She was the the Sasuke to Sutōkā's Naruto. While Sutōkā was, normally, positive, cocky, care free, an action-addict, and not taking anything seriously… give him blue hair and he's basically a human Sonic the Hedgehog. Maggie was inconsiderate, selfish, aggressive, sarcastic, and acted like the rules didn't apply to her. There wasn't a day that went by were these two weren't insulting each other or fighting like kids… but it was all in fair competition. If they say something hurtful, they know it's only in good fun and don't take it personally.
"What do you want, Mags?" Sutōkā asked rudely.
"Yeah, you really can hold hold your liquor." Maggie sarcastically replied.
She received a glare. Maggie sat down in the seat next to Sutōkā.
"I'm here to check up on you. After you tried to reduce Terry to powder, we've been worried about you."
Ryukki took a swing of the bottle before replying.
"Well you wasted your time. I'm fine."
"The bottle says otherwise." Maggie argued.
"Look." Sutōkā said, turning to his wolf comrade. "I already said sorry to Terry, I'm keeping my distance from him, and I already got an earful from the boss for taking the Burning Red without permission. I just need to… unwind."
"Well, I don't think drinking yourself sick is the best way to go." Maggie commented.
"This coming from the girl who drinks scotch at five in the morning?"
Maggie let out a low growl. Sutōkā looked at the bottle in his hand sadly.
"You knew how she felt towards you. Didn't you?"
He hesitated to respond.
"What was I suppose to say? "I'm sorry, I'm gay but don't want to break your heart?" Great plan, Maggie!"
"Look, I tired to talk her out of going with you, and telling you how she felt about you. It only would have made things awkward and you guys would get sloppy in dangerous situations. Plus, I know how close you two were. It would kill to see you guys fall apart."
The teen wiped his face. Maggie tilted her head and saw something in the distance.
"Speaking of awkwardness and heart break, isn't that your ex over there?"
"Huh?"
Sutōkā turned his head, then immediately looked back at Maggie.
"No." He quickly said.
The wolf's face curved into a devious grin.
"Oh yes it it. Jiren, hi!"
A lightning fast twist of his body and Sutōkā cringed on the spot. There stood a grey alien. He was an extremely muscular and well-defined build. He has a large, sleek head, big round black eyes with enlarged pupils and dark grey sclera, flat round ears, and a barely visible flat nose. He was wearing a tight fitting black suit. Thought it wasn't intentionally tight, that was due to his sheer muscle mass. He was looking at Sutōkā with sad eyes, while Sutōkā was sweating like a pig and blushing like he saw someone naked.
"Maggie, quick, trade lives with me!"
She only grinned and traced her thumb around her cocktail glass. Jiren had already reached the bar and the two men looked at each other awkwardly.
"Hello Sutōkā." Jiren greeted.
'Aw nutter butter!'
"…Hi…" Sutōkā replied.
"Hey, Mr. J. How's it hangin'?" Maggie also greeted.
Jiren turned his gaze to the wolf.
"Nice to see you too, Margaret. You look lovely tonight."
"I know, right? You here alone?" Maggie asked.
"Does this answer your question?"
Two more men approached from behind Jiren. One was a large man, rather on the chunky side, who had orange skin, yellow eyes, bulging veins on his head, pointy ears and a noticeably large white moustache. The other is slim, purple, and hairless with wide, elongated pointed ears, similar to cornish rex and sphinx cat in appearance. His eyes are bulging and yellow and has a rabbit like front tooth.
"Toppo! Dyspo! Good to see you boys." Maggie greeted as she got up.
"Margaret. Sutōkā. The pleasure is ours. I'm glad to see you're both well." Toppo responded, kissing both Maggie's cheeks in a formal way. Maggie kiss Top's in return.
"Hey Mags. Damn, you're as drop dead hot as ever." Dyspo complimented, kissing her hand.
"And you guys look like shit. You just get back from a war?"
The Pride Troopers did look rather beat up. A few small bandages on their faces as well as some stitches and bruises. As we recall, they had a run in with a recently freed Azrael, the Mad Dog of Sector Seven, and as we also recall, Azrael curled all of them up into a ball and shot them out the airlock. They landed on Earth and Kokonoe was able to patch them up. They still remember Azrael's laugh, shuttering at the thought.
"More or less…" All three of them said at once, a hint of terror in their voices.
"Well, I would love to here more about it. Hey Dys. I think Shadow's over by the buffet if you wanna talk. Top, how about you and I discuss that further elsewhere~" Maggie suggested in a seductive tone.
She got up and moved over to Toppo. Slowly, she moved her hands across Toppo's round body, making the alien blush.
"Margaret, we're at a wake for your friend." Toppo pointed out.
Maggie got on her toes and shifted her muzzle up to Toppo's ear.
"Listen, Suto's not doing too well. Jiren knows how it feels to loose people he loves. If anyone can help Sutōkā get through this, it's him." She whispered to him.
That made sense. Toppo nodded in understanding.
"Then again, perhaps some conversation would help take the edge off. Shall we, Margaret?"
Maggie chuckled. She let Toppo take her arm and walked off, but not before winking at Sutōkā as if she were saying "You're Welcome".
"Huh? Hey! Maggie!"
"Weeeeell, I'm gonna go say hi to the rest of the gang. Holler!" Said Dyspo as he zoomed away.
"Dyspo! You damn rabbit!" Sutōkā yelled.
And then there were two… Sutōkā and Jiren both sat awkwardly at bar table. It had only been a few months since they last saw each other. Jiren the Gray. Sutōkā's ex fiancé. They had met five years ago on a mission where both their teams crossed paths. Ryukki's strength had earned Jiren's respect and a bond was eventually forged between them. Jiren had no belief in friendship, yet for some reason, he felt drawn to Sutōkā. Why, he wasn't sure. It pondered his mind.
Sutōkā on the other hand… Well, Jiren was quite the catch. He was always into men with large muscles. Not to mention, Jiren's bold and stoic personality made the teen's heart beat faster than normal. The two of them agreed to occasionally meet up and spar with one another on occasion.
One meet up, Suto had wounded up falling on top of Jiren. It didn't help that they had took their match a bit too far and both their clothes had been torn to shreds by swords and energy blasts. Sutōkā was laying half naked on Jiren's buffed out chest, breathing heavily. So he decided to just go for it, and to his surprise, Jiren returned the act. They had been together since.
The alien was never one for friendship, but he wasn't an idiot when it came to love. Sutōkā wasn't like any other warrior he had faced before. He was strong, kind. Those traits were rare. They had hit it off pretty well, to the point where Jiren had actually gotten down on one knee and presented a ring to Sutōkā. It was the happiest day of their lives.
Though happiness doesn't last forever, as slowly, Jiren's 'Might Makes Right' belief slowly returned to him. This led to arguments, many of them. Little by little, things began to fall apart. It had gotten bad, so bad to the point that, a month before the Tournament of Power, the two had gotten into an actual battle. The two ended tearing half a planet apart in their scuffle. Jiren was fighting like his life depended on it. His full power unleashed, yet despite that, against Sutōkā Ryukki's acrobatics, sheer power and fighting prowess, and immortality, the unstoppable warrior had finally met his match. Jiren blew off the teen's head with a blast of Ki, yet Sutōkā's body still socked the alien in the face with a left hook as it grew back.
The fight ended with Jiren on the ground, at the tip of Sutōkā's sword. The grey alien had not felt such fear like this. Getting cornered like that by someone so strong was like he was reliving the trauma he had endured as a child. His fiancé was a literal monster. The last he saw of Sutōkā after that was when the boy took off his ring and threw it in Jiren's face, and he felt his heart shatter when he heard his words.
"People like us, people like you… don't deserve love."
That was the last they saw of each other… until now.
Sutōkā awkwardly stared down at his drink. Every now and then, he would glance at his former lover, then back to the beverage.
"You… look good." Sutōkā started off.
"Thanks… You seem well also. The eye is new." Jiren replied, pointing out Sutōkā's new Rinnegan.
"This? Yeah… It's… relatively recent."
"Well, I think it looks good. It really brings out your-"
"Jiren, why are you here?"
Ryukki looked up at the alien with an irritated look. He could see Jiren having trouble answering. He sighed before looking down at the boy.
"I heard about what happened, and honestly, I was worried. I talk Top into piloting us to the wake. He advised against it, knowing what happen between us but I didn't care."
Sutōkā snickered.
"Well, he was right. You shouldn't have come, because I don't wanna talk to you."
He took a sip of his drink and looked straight ahead, away from Jiren.
"I figured you would still be mad at me." Jiren said.
"No, I was mad when Pokemon said they were killing off Ash Ketchum. What happened between you and me. Might as well have been fate. Besides, you weren't gonna last anyway if you know what I mean." Sutōkā coldly responded.
"And there is the immortality thing." Jiren groaned.
"Yes Jiren. Even if we didn't have that fight and got married, you know damn well I was going to outlive you."
"Can we not turn this into a fight please?!"
A hard sigh escaped from Sutōkā's mouth. He pulled his hair back and poured himself yet another drink.
"Fine. So you came because you were worried about little ol' me? Look, I appreciate the thought but I'm fine." He repeated to the alien what he said to Maggie.
Ryukki gulped down his hole glass in one go and poured again. The bottle was now totally empty.
"Why do you even care? I thought you cared more about strength than anything."
Before Sutōkā could drink again, Jiren swiped it away from the boy before it his his lips. Sutōkā looked at Jiren with an irritated expression.
"You've had enough of these." He said to the teen.
"I care because I don't believe in that nonsense anymore. I've… changed."
The only response Jiren got was a drunken laugh.
"Pffft! Hahahaha! Oh, "I've Changed"? Said by EVERY ex-boyfriend there ever was! What's next? You gonna break out into a sexy song and dance?" Sutōkā cackled with a hiccup.
He leaned back in his chair and smugly grinned at his former lover.
"You know I saw your fight. We had to dive into the Boundary to avoid getting wiped out with the other Universes. I never thought someone, who wasn't me, would mop the floor with you like that, and some random Saiyan at that. How did it feel to be on the other end of an ass kicking for once?" The boy cruelly asked.
"I know you're intoxicated so I know you don't mean that, Sutōkā." Jiren solemnly replied.
"Eh? Who you calling dru- drunk? You ain't drunk! I'm drunk! *hiccup*"
As expected from how he was leaning, Sutōkā fell back from his seat and hit the floor comically. Jiren looked down at the drunken immortal teen with pity.
"Bartender, can we get some coffee?" He asked.
After getting a cup into his system, Sutōkā started to sober up a bit. He started to listen to Jiren's words.
"That fight finally opened my eyes. I looked back at how I acted, the people I hurt. I realized there and then that I was wrong about my 'Might makes Right' belief. I can't believe how stupid I was…"
"That so? Sounds like this guy really gave you the concussion you needed."
Jiren looked down at his beverage. He had a hint of sadness in his obsidian eyes.
"Now I just want to make amends with the people my belief ended up inadvertently hurting. My team, those I saved on missions, and… you."
Sutōkā looked up at Jiren in surprise.
"Me?"
"Sutōkā, I'm sorry I hurt you. For the first time in my life, I felt happiness when I was with you and I ended up throwing it away. I was angry, foolish, obsessed…"
The grey alien reached down his shirt and pulled out a necklace. Well, not so much a necklace. It was a diamond ring with a leather string looped around it. Sutōkā recognized it instantly.
"That's… my ring. Have you held on to that this whole time?" The boy asked.
Jiren dangled it in front of himself as he stared at the jewelry.
"There was a small part of me that just couldn't let this go. It reminded me of the days when I was truly happy… with you."
He turned his gaze to the boy at the end. Sutōkā's heart skipped, he blushed slightly. Thoughts raced through his mind like lightning. Was he right about changing? Is this really the same Jiren? Sutōkā wasn't even sure about what to say. There was a small part of him that wanted to tackle the alien to the floor and kiss him… Though, it was pretty small, and his anger was much greater.
The teen stood up and angrily walked away to the door. Jiren was left stunned. He had no clue what just happened or what he even said. Naturally, he decomposed to follow Sutōkā out the door. The two were now outside the building. Sutōkā was still walking off in rage while Jiren wasn't far behind.
"Hey!" Jiren called out in concern.
Suto stopped and turned around. His eyes were rageful with tears flowing off it.
"You are unbelievable!" Screamed Ryukki.
"What? What did I say?" Jiren questioned.
"It's not what you said, it's what you're fucking doing! I just lost my best friend, then you show up and say you had this big eye opening experience, and now you think you can just walk back into my life like nothing happened?!"
"That's not what I was saying." Jiren protested.
"Get this through your head, Jiren! We. Are. Through. You hear me?! You lost with me in more ways than one! If you really still love me, you'll leave me alone! Maybe it's because you can't let go of your past, or maybe it's because you felt so embarrassed by losing the Tournament of Power that you have to come crying to me and-"
"Sutōkā, stop it!"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH! DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN, YOU HERE ME?! YOU MORTALS ARE NOTHING MORE THAN FOOD FOR US-"
It was that single instant that Sutōkā clasped his hands over his mouth. His heart rate skyrocketed, his eyes were so wide they looked as if they would pop out of his head and his breathing was like someone was drowning him. Ryukki could feel his Rinnegan pulsing. It felt as though it was trying to pump more Chakra into his body. That only made his freak out worse.
Now Jiren was seriously worried. Sutōkā use to hyperventilate before, but what he just said made it look like he saw bloody murder.
"Sutōkā..? Are you… alright?" Jiren carefully asked.
And out of absolute nowhere, the teen grabbed a knife from his ankle holster and just straight up stabbed his left eye. Blood poured from his socket as his Rinnegan was now destroyed, stopping the flowing of his Chakra completely. Jiren gasped upon seeing his former lover resort to such a level of self harm, immortal or not.
"Sutōkā, what the hell did you just do?!" Jiren asked as he approached Sutōkā.
"GET AWAY!" Sutōkā screamed.
Jiren stopped in his tracks. The fear in Sutōkā's remaining eye was overwhelming. Enough to even numb the pain of losing his eye. Ryukki stepped back slowly before bolting off while screaming in terror.
"Suto!" Jiren called out.
Sutōkā vanished with a quick burst of speed.
The scene then skipped ahead. Sutōkā was back on Earth 6, at the same spot where he felled Kaguya. He stared at the still fresh corpse in utter despair. The tears in his now soulless red eye had run out. He could only feel a buzzsaw in his gut from self loathing and his breathing hurt with each exhale. What Sutōkā said back there, to Jiren of all people. It tore into his very soul.
The teen looked at his hands. His skin so white, just like the corpse before him. That was already a giveaway of his Ōtsutsuki heritage. Then there was the Rinnegan he developed, which he recently gouged out with a knife. He was even starting to talk like them now. It was only a matter of time before his horns grew in as well.
Sutōkā hated his alien side, more than the Gods of Destruction. The Ōtsutsuki clan, a race of planet eating parasitic life forms who extract the life forces of the inhabitants of every planet they invade, which they convert into fruit for them to consume, then move onto the next planet. The purpose of this disgusting ritual… to attain godhood.
Godhood… Divinity… The one thing Ryukki did not desire. All he wanted was to be normal.
All his life, Sutōkā had been cursed. His family destroyed, enslaved and immortalized to suffer, his friends taken from him. And now… It was enough to make him cry, but… he just started laughing. He actually laughed. Sutōkā clenched his stomach as he laughed hard enough to cough up his lungs. He looked up to the sky with that fake grin. It was at the moment when Sutōkā thought back to his childhood.
"How can a child be so ferocious?!"
"He murdered a man and his wife! AND SMASHED THEIR NEWBORN'S HEAD AGAINST A WALL!"
"You killed my son! Get out of my sight, squint eyes!"
"You would think he is a demon's child!"
A past that was as bloody as his present.
Sutōkā's whole life was about violence and survival since Champa took everything from him. Before he was immortalized, and wanted to live.
After fleeing his destroyed village, Sutōkā was taken in by a band of mercenaries from the western continent. They were ruthless killers, and there were other children within the band like him. These weren't regular sell swords. They were bandits, plunderers, traffickers. Scum who acted as if rules didn't apply to them, and they wanted Sutōkā to be just like them. He remembers their harsh training. No armor, no breaks, real swords. He was only eight years old.
During his final days with the group, they plundered a village, killing the men and children and taking the women as slaves. Young Sutōkā was horrified by this and tried to beg the commander to stop. He merely ordered the boy to shut up and bring them some ale. Sutōkā denied and this time, used his hands over his mouth. The commander responded to that with a kick to his gut, then decided to make an example out of the boy to his new female slaves. He stripped the boy of his clothing and violated him in front of them. The agony combined with his past trauma and sheer humiliation caused something to awaken within the boy. As the commander was busy thrusting into the young boy's mouth, Sutōkā viciously bit off the man's livelihood and broke both his legs, leaving him to slowly bleed out. He then moved on to the rest of the troop afterward, armed with nothing but a rusty sword. Skulls were smashed in, guts spilled, blood was everywhere. The women ended up going insane afterward, but Ryukki didn't care.
He knew what he was after that. A monster, who kills everything around him. He wandered aimlessly after that until the boy met someone. Someone who changed his life.
But that didn't matter to him. Even though Sutōkā had found comrades, he still hated himself. He hated his curse, his DNA, everything that made him who he was. He just wanted it all to end…
"I figured you would be here."
Suto turned around. His dead eye gazed upon Jiren, standing before him stricken with concern.
"Followed my ship, huh? Now your going stalker?" Sutōkā coldly said.
"I was worried about you-"
"Stop it! Stop right there!"
Ryukki interrupted the alien.
"You can take what you think you feel and walk the other direction. I don't even have the energy."
Jiren huffed in frustration. Sutōkā was already a stubborn one, even when sober. They could argue all day and they would go nowhere. He decided to just go for it. Slowly, Jiren began walking towards Sutōkā, not taking his eyes off the boy for a second.
"What are you doing? Stop coming this way!" Sutōkā yelled.
Jiren just kept moving closer.
"I said go away! I'm warning you!"
Closer.
"Are you deaf?! I said..!"
Finally, Jiren wrapped his massive arms around Sutōkā's body in a tight hug. The immortal wriggled desperately to break free, but Jiren's grip was just too strong.
"Jiren, let me go." Sutōkā sternly ordered with a loud sigh.
"I won't."
"I'm warning you one last time."
"I won't."
He finally snapped. Sutōkā flailed and thrashed around in Jiren's arms, screaming at the top of his lungs to let him go. Jiren continued to refuse while Ryukki continued his tantrum that would have made a five year old jealous.
"LET GO OF ME, YOU BASTARD! LET ME GO!"
His screams fell on deaf ears. Jiren wouldn't let him go. Soon enough, Sutōkā was going hysterical in his rage.
"LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! LET ME GO, DAMNIT! I'LL HURT YOU, JIREN! I'M WARNING YOU! I'M GONNA HURT YOU! I WILL HURT YOU! I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU!"
Slowly, his rage was dying down, turning into fearful sorrow.
"I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU! I don't want to hurt you! You need to get away! I don't want to hurt you!"
Tears were falling down Sutōkā's eyes once more and he wrapped his arms around Jiren's shoulders. Jiren merely held his former lover close, letting him cry into his neck.
"I don't know what I'll do if I fully change! I don't wanna hurt the people I love! I don't wanna hurt you!" Balled Ryukki.
"Shhh… It's alright, Sutōkā. It's alright. I've got you." Jiren whispered as he fell to his knees, cradling his former lover.
They both sat there for a few minutes. Eventually, Sutōkā's hard sobs devolved to soft whimpers.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Jiren..!"
"Sorry for what?" Asked the gray.
"For pushing you away! That 'Might makes Right' thing of yours was a cry for help! I should have stuck by you and instead I just turned my back on you when you needed me the most! Because I knew I would outlive you! I'm sorry, Jiren!"
Jiren cupped Sutōkā's face and moved to meet his. The boy's single red eye gazing into his own obsidian.
"You didn't push me away, Suto. We both made mistakes during our disagreements. Don't pin it all on yourself. Got it?"
He nodded tearfully. Jiren smiled at him before kissing his forehead softly.
"I'm sorry…" Cried Sutōkā once more.
"It's alright. I love you, I always have and never stopped."
"*sniff* I love you too…"
The two held each other close. Sutōkā continued to weep into Jiren's neck softly. Jiren just held him close to comfort him. It had been some time since they had ever been this close since they broke up. It was nostalgic for the two. Sutōkā slowly unlatched him self from Jiren's neck and quickly pecked his cheek. After that, Jiren pulled Sutōkā into his face before he could pull away, catching his lips in a kiss.
Sutōkā didn't even try to fight it. He was too emotionally exhausted to care, so he just leaned into it. They soon broke however and Jiren looked away.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"Just shut the fuck up."
The teen pulled the alien back into the kiss with more passion, wrapping his arms around Jiren's muscular neck. Their heart rates quickened and they were breathing hard through their noses as the two kiss so deeply.
The scene shifted to a roadside inn where they had more privacy. Jiren had activated a holo projected to appear human so he wouldn't cause a panic with his alien appearance. The two men were still locked in a passionate kiss; their tongues wrestling for dominance in the other's mouth. They broke so they could remove their shirts, exposing their muscles chests. They resumed the kiss while falling onto the bed. Sutōkā didn't mind Jiren's crushing weight one bit, as he's had experience handling it all before. They rolled and twisted in bed until Sutōkā wound up on top, sitting on Jiren's stomach.
He looked down at his alien lover with a lustful gaze. Jiren's body was so tempting. Large pecs, bulging biceps, a neck like metal, and a six pack with ridges he could feel all over his naked ass, rising up and down with each breath. Both men could feel their blood racing straight into their manhoods and were both fully erect within seconds.
The immortal teen shifted his butt slightly. He could feel Jiren's thick cock against his lower back, making him shiver in delight. Sutōkā traced his hands across Jiren's pecs and received a soft moan for the gray.
"You… You don't have to…" Jiren managed to say despite his moans.
"I… insist."
Sutōkā bent down and slowly began to kiss his way down Jiren's body. The alien moaned as his eyes roles into the back of his head, losing himself in the pleasure that lasted long into the night.
*Present*
After their shower, and morning session, the two began to put on their clothes in silence. Jiren had just zipped up his red and black jumpsuit while Sutōkā had slipped on his navy jeans and converse, looking away from his lover awkwardly.
"Are you alright?" Jiren asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Dandy. You know me, happy-go-lucky Sutōkā Ōts- RYUKKI! Sutōkā. Ryukki..It's such a hard name to remember, hehe…"
His nervousness was showing like a blank white sheet. It worries Jiren. The alien sighed as he reached for his gloves.
"What we did last night was stupid, I know. You don't need to tell me."
That sentence made Sutōkā turn around.
"What? I didn't say that. I wasn't even going to say that."
Jiren looked back at Sutōkā.
"Jiren I… I'm… glad you were there. I don't know what I would have did if you didn't show up. You have no idea how grateful I am." Replied the half-god.
The smile on Jiren's face brightened up the room.
"It's also good to see you really have changed." Said Sutōkā.
"Well, I owe that to the one who beat me to a pulp and wiped out my whole Universe for that. It gives you a new perspective." Jiren chuckled, putting on his boots.
"So I kick your ass and you stay the same, yet when some nobody punches you out? I don't get the irony." Sutōkā snickered as he tightened his belt.
The two of them laughed together. Jiren walked over to Sutōkā and gave him a hug. The young man rested his head against Jiren's chest.
"Thank you for staying." Sutōkā said softly.
"I'll always be there for you, one way or another." Jiren replied.
They broke the hug and stared at each other, both blushing hard.
"So… Does this mean that we're… back together? Or was this more of a post-break up bonus night?" Asked the alien.
"Well… I'm not sure I would say that… I'm just trying to figure that out too. Why don't we just take it slow, stay friends until we decide." Sutōkā suggested.
"Hmm… I think that would be fine."
"Great! It would be so good to spend time with you again. Plus…"
Sutōkā began to trace his finger around the edges of Jiren's pecs.
"There nothing wrong with two exes being casual, right?" He said, almost purring like a cat.
Jiren smirked. He moved his hands to his partner's sides and held him firmly.
"Nothing at all. It just means we're very good friends."
He rested his chin on Sutōkā's head and got slightly stuck in between the smaller male's new horns.
"Crap, sorry. These things are gonna be getting in the way a LOT now." Groaned Ryukki.
"As I said, I don't mind. I think they're cute." Jiren complimented.
He received a blush from Sutōkā.
"Besides, don't think of them as a hindrance. I think of them as…"
Without warning, Jiren's lightning fast hands gripped the horns atop Sutōkā's head rather aggressively. The grey pushed down and forced the boy down onto his knees. He yelped once he hit the ground. Jiren then pulled Sutōkā's face right into his crotch, which was already hard again. The boy breathed in the alien's musk and was now even redder than before.
"Love handles~" Jiren growled hard.
Sutōkā blinked and felt his own erection growing back too. His mind getting clouded by his own lustful thoughts, his mouth watering as fast as his manhood stiffened.
"Well, I'm getting turned on by this… So that's something new for Suto…" He said to himself.
"I would say it's time for round three." Jiren said devilishly.
"I mean, I gotta get dressed and head back to the ship-"
Jiren harshly pulled Sutōkā's head back so he could look up. The boy could see the lust in the grey's black eyes. His mouth curved into an evil grin.
"That wasn't a request, boy!" He said angrily.
Sutōkā gulped.
"Well… Jiren… One, I really need to go tell my friends I'm ok, and two, you know, let's do it."
A hard yank of his horns forced Sutōkā up and his lips smacked into Jiren's. The boy wrapped his legs around Jiren's waist and snakes his arms over his shoulders. Sutōkā was quite the fan of rough sex, especially when it came to Jiren and his god-like strength. It was a good thing he could handle it. The younger looking one moaned loudly from the alien's invasion of his mouth and it only got more passionate with each of his moans. Sutōkā slowly let his hands glide across Jiren's chest until he found the grey alien's zipper. He began to u zip the big one's suit and his hand slithered into his bare, herculean chest-
"Hey pussy, are you in here-YAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Jiren: "HUH?!"
Sutōkā: "GAH! SWEET AND SOUR CHICKEN! MAGGIE!"
Maggie had just barged into the room, no decency to knock, and got a perfect view of Sutōkā and Jiren's display. She left the room in a hurry, clenching her eyes shut like someone just blasted her with pepper spray.
"Oh my god! Sutōkā!" She screamed.
The immortal teen was released from Jiren's hands and chased his wolf comrade down the hall with Jiren following suit.
"Mags, it's not what it looks like! Jiren and I were-"
"Bringing a whole new meaning to the phrase "Grab the bull by the horns"?!"
This had to have been the deepest color of red that had painted both men's faces.
"What, are you two like, back together or something?!" She frantically asked.
Sutōkā and Jiren turned to each other awkwardly. They both spoke at once as they tried to come up with an excuse as to what exactly happened. The laughing didn't really help sell it.
But just then, the ground beneath them shook violently. It nearly brought the entire inn down into rubble.
"What the fuck was that?!" Shouted Maggie.
Jiren felt his body tense up. He was picking up a familiar Ki signature in the area, and he knew exactly who it belonged to!
Next time
It begins…