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Cujoh Apartment, Ueno, Tokyo, August 5th 20XX, 17:20 PM
After quickly stuffing enough clothing to last him about a week into his suitcase, Jonathan walked into his apartment's entryway where the others were waiting for him. Kiriko walked over to him, looking at him expectantly. "Ready to go?" He nodded back in response, looking back at everyone else in his apartment. Three from his past, one from his present. But how many are going to be in my future? he wondered.
"I'll drive you to Kiriko's apartment" said Hanzo, Kiriko spun around and glared at the former archer with fiery anger in her eyes.
"Not in a million years. We'll walk, it's only five minutes away" she garishly snarled at him. He sighed but Hanzo knew that trying to make amends with Kiriko was futile by now. "If you insist, but-"
"You don't get to "but" me Shimada shithead, not after what you did. Come on Jonathan, let's get outta here before I get sick looking at this old fart for any longer" Kiriko said with an overflowing disgust in her voice, catching Jonathan off guard. I suppose everyone has their nasty side, I should've known better. But still, Hanzo? Of all the people in the world to have hatred for…him? It didn't make much sense to Jonathan but he quickly left his apartment nonetheless. He turned back and looked at Angela, the person who'd be taking care of his home while he was gone.
"Be sure to actually c-clean up after yourself, A-Angela!" he whimpered out, some of the shock from earlier was still left in his body.
"Oh please Jonathan, I'm not THAT bad!" Hanzo and McCree both instantly looked at her with eyebrows raised. "Okay, maybe I'm a little messy bu-"
"Ziegler stop yer lyin' now, c'mon!" McCree said with a chuckle, Hanzo joining in with the cowboy's boisterous banter.
"Pftt, whatever!" she waved their banter off before turning her attention back to the couple on the outside of the door.
"You take care now, Jonathan. We'll be there in an instant if you need us to be, Kiriko gave her address to us earlier so contact us if need be" she said, extending her arms to him and hugging him tightly. He glanced over at Kiriko who giggled at his embarrassed face. "Y-yeah, thanks Angela, but I'm sure Kiriko and I can manage by ourselves pretty well."
"Okay, well, we'll see you in a few days when we've figured out what to do about all of this," she said, waving the two of them off with a smile before closing the door behind her. Angela breathed a sigh of frustration, knowing that the next few days would be absolutely critical and that moments of rest would be few and far between. The three people in the apartment and Genji Shimada, Hanzo's younger brother, needed to find Hana's location before Hana found out where the Kamori apartment was. Angela was at a complete loss as to where they would even begin searching for her.
"She won't be in Hanamura. Only a fool would fall for such obvious bait like in this letter" Hanzo said, examining the word written on the bunny rabbit laden stationary with keen interest. "I know that area well, she would stick out like a sore thumb there with the way she dresses and considering the lack of tourists these days due to both the pandemic and the rise of the Hashimoto clan in that area…it would be unwise for a young girl to be there alone, though then again, Song is no mere ordinary girl. She is beyond human at this stage and who knows what she's planning next. But for now, I guess we could probably rule out her contacting Jonathan directly in Hanamura. We'd best tell Kiriko at some stage to keep him away from there at all costs…" he began stroking the beard hair on his chin, losing himself in his thoughts while trying to think of a starting point. "I don't know what I can really do here other than asking Genji to look into it more, I…I'm sorry" Hanzo trailed off.
"Hanzo, what was all that about with the girl earlier?" McCree asked, sitting down at the table in the main room of the apartment and pulling out a cigarette which Angela quickly snatched from his mouth.
"No smoking in here" she said, dropping the cigarette into the trash, McCree looking like the saddest man on Earth at that very moment.
"She's the daughter of a woman that I grew up with…her real name is Kiriko Yamagami, but she was forced to change her name because she's being hunted; by the infamous Hashimoto clan no less. She's been on the run for about…the best part of ten, eleven-ish years now I think" he said, sitting opposite McCree.
"The Hashimoto's? Hanzo, are you sure we can leave her in charge of Bigshot?" McCree said, concerned that perhaps their decision to leave Jonathan with someone who was being hunted by one of the dirtiest and darkest crime families in Tokyo lacked enough consideration.
"I trust her with my life, for better or worse…"
"You don't sound so sure there Hanzo. What's up with her?" asked the cowboy, leaning in with one of the most serious looks that Hanzo's ever seen on his face before. Hanzo sighed again, before beginning to elaborate.
"Years ago, Kiriko was a test subject of the Shimada Institute. We used her for testing the revamped and reprogrammed version of The Archaeon Program that Moira O'Deorain had originally developed."
A dark look overcame everyone's face in the room.
"Archaeon…you mean…"
"The Widow's Kiss…" Angela said with shock in her voice. "Hanzo. Tell me this fucking instant, what did the Shimada Institute edit in that program's data and don't you leave one fucking miniscule detail out" Angela said, peering over him dominantly.
"We edited the nano-wavelength frequencies and the interjected neuronic nanomachines codebase to allow the programmed person to have free will on how the program effects AND affects the way their mind and body work as one, in order to achieve total control of one's self. It essentially acts like a switch to allow the user to enhance their strength and focus, but unlike Talon's variant it cannot be affected by outside influences; only the one who is programmed with their specific "Kiss" can activate and control the Archaeon inside them. Kiriko knows this, and she has a phrase she must utter before she can use the Archaeon."
"So…there's nothing to worry about?" asked McCree.
"I don't know. There are some minor physical side-effects that we noticed in testing like how her hair changed its natural colour from black to a dark green, or her eyes occasionally giving off a glimmer or glint when she's getting close to her limit. However, Kiriko's never shown anyone her power. Not even Genji." Angela looked at Hanzo in shock. She couldn't believe that the Shimadas were continuing the research Moira had started all those years ago, the research that ultimately led them all to where they are today.
"You…I…" Angela couldn't even come up with words to describe her anger towards him.
"I didn't approve of it either but Genji insisted on contin-" a swift slap smashed into his right cheek.
"YOU COULD HAVE FUCKING STOPPED HIM!" shouted Angela, enraged at Hanzo's lack of courage. "YOU FUCKING KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING THAT GOD-AWFUL RESEARCH HAS CAUSED US ALL! EVERYONE HERE! BUT YOU FUCKING CORPO SCUMBAGS…YOU…you…"
Angela began to let the tears flow as Hanzo's guilt swallowed him whole, unsure of what to do or how to feel as McCree looked on; not knowing if anything between anyone involved in Hana's mess could ever truly recover from the torment she was constantly providing them. Their only hope of getting out of this mess now was to find Hana, and hope that Kiriko and whatever her power may be could be enough to protect Jonathan from both Hana and the might of the Hashimoto.
Hana's Apartment, Shinjuku, Tokyo, 17:30 PM
Double-kill.
Hana's character peeked around the corner and obliterated two of the enemy agents that were camping near the planted spike with a collateral headshot from her rifle. She slowly walked into the site, her teammate on the other side giving her information over the comms of what he could see from his entry point.
There should still be three…we need to pick them off or else we're gonna lose the match! Hana thought, checking a corner to her left. Her teammate picked off one of the other enemies, meaning it was now 2v2. She approached the deserted spike and faked a defusal, but as she pressed the defuse key, her teammate was stabbed in the back by one of the enemy. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! She started to panic as the ticking of the spike began to hasten its pace. She had to do this now. She placed her wall between her and the entryway and quickly began to defuse. This should buy me some time….SHIT! As the spike was halfway defused, Hana quickly turned around and took 2 shots to her body before tapping the enemy in the head, before going back to the spike. One more shot and she was dead, it was now or never. The wall across from her was breaking, the last enemy player surely on the other side of it eagerly waiting to pounce on Hana's character. Two more seconds, two more fucking seconds!
The wall burst open, but Hana kept her finger on the defuse key.
"DEFENDERS WIN!" the in-game announcer stated, as Hana's teammates congratulated her on the in-game comms. She cockily replied to all of their praise with smugness, declaring herself the best in the world, which according to the leaderboards, she was the number one ranked player in Asia.
Satisfied with herself for the moment, Hana logged off of the game and turned her attention back to the plans she was writing up to show Hiromi tomorrow.
Hiromi's potential additions aside, this might just be the perfect plan, IF those idiots of Kuriyama's don't fuck it all up. Two birds with one stone, both Hiromi-sama's debtor and Angela Ziegler will be taken care of. The two obstacles in my way to eternal happiness with my beloved husband once again. I will make sure Hashimoto-sama brings you a world of pain and suffering the likes of which you could never imagine, the kind that isn't even a percent of the hell I've gone through these past eight years, waiting for him…her mind began to wander into the memories of the past she'd missed so much. Her first day at school and meeting him, her awkward invitations to him, their first kiss being the most magical thing in the world to her. Hana wanted those feelings back; no matter the cost.
Two more days. I've waited for eight years. What more could two days do to me?
Kiriko's Apartment, Ueno, Tokyo, 17:30 PM
"Hey, why don't you sit down for a second and I'll go and get dinner ready? I've got some rice and beef in, I could make us gyudon!" Kiriko said with a pep in her step, trying her best to be happy for Jonathan's sake. Jonathan set his bag aside near the front door and took his shoes off, looking across at Kiriko putting an apron on and tying her hair into an even tighter ponytail than it was in before.
"Heh, you're acting like a mom now" he said off-handedly. Kiriko blushed at his unexpected comment, not knowing how to react to it. The heat in her cheeks and the fuzzy, melting feeling in her heart was all that she needed to know at that moment. She absolutely had fallen head over heels for him. She couldn't get his smile out of her head. Have I gone insane? After I promised myself to not get too attached to men? This guy is…goddamn it! He's made me melt into a fox shaped puddle! She thought as she quickly tried to turn her attention back to the cookware and ingredients in front of her.
"It'll just be a f-f-few minutes, okay?" she called out to him though her attempts at hiding her nervousness were - quite frankly, in Jonathan's mind - useless.
"You okay in there, Kiriko?" he called out with a joking tone of concern in his voice.
"Y-Yeah! Just sit down at the table and I'll be out with the food in a bit!" she said as the noise of frying meat and onions began to lightly roar from the kitchen area. He could see her treating the beef with a delicate touch as she pushed the onions around the pan lightly, making sure that she didn't overcook or overbrown any part of it. After a few minutes had passed, she opened up her rice cooker and took some of the cooked little white grains and put two servings into two separate bowls, topping it off with the freshly cooked beef and onions.
"Sorry if the rice isn't perfect, with how fast everything's happened today I didn't get time to cook up a fresh batch so-"
"You've done more than enough for me already Kiriko, I'm sure the rice will be fine, trust me. Besides, if you're the one who's cooking it, it's already perfect" he said in a husky voice which seemed to catch both of them off guard. It had been nearly a decade since Jonathan was so outwardly flirtatious with a woman. He never thought that he'd ever be able to muster up the courage to be so confident and suave after all that had happened. Maybe, just maybe…I might really…love her?
"A-anyways, let's tuck into this, shall we? It's been a long day and we should probably eat and then relax or something right? Like maybe we could do Netflix and chi-"
Kirko instantly covered up her mouth at the realization of what she just said as their eyes met for a moment before Kiriko tried to desperately dart her gaze away before settling on looking at her food.
"Y-yeah, whatever you want sounds fun!" Jonathan said with a nervous laugh as he thanked Kiriko for the meal and tucked into the juicy looking gyudon in front of him. Kiriko breathed out a sigh of relief (not noticed by Jonathan, she was glad to see) and also began to eat.
"It's delicious, as expected of someone who's donuts are literally the greatest thing on the planet! Well…maybe second greatest" he said with a wink, once again thinking to himself that this was not like his usual self as of late at all.
"Hehe, okay buddy, you're just not used to what really good gyudon tastes like because you didn't grow up eating it!"
"Hey that's unfair, besides I HAVE lived here for almost ten years now Kiriko, I'm pretty familiar with gyudon by this stage" he laughed again.
"Well…thank you, mister translator for your ever so kind words" she said with her cheeks filled with a rosy red tint, continuing to dig into her rice with her chopsticks.
A few hours later…
Jonathan gazed over at the clock above Kiriko's TV. It read just before ten o'clock, but Kiriko was determined to watch one more episode of the romantic drama they were bingeing through before they went to bed. The story had captivated him so far, a story about two young teenagers who have fallen in love with two people who are out of their reach, and use each other for physical comfort. Kiriko was also enthralled by the whole ordeal, and had shed a tear once or twice during a few moments. As he looked down towards the woman who had crawled up beside him on the couch, he noticed she was looking at his chest. She knew his dark secret now. She had seen the permanent mark his ex had left on him eight years ago. Even still, he knew Kiriko probably had a million and one questions left to ask him about it. Jonathan knew that if he and Kiriko were going to do anything as a couple - emotionally speaking that is - he would have to bear his scars for her to see.
"Oh, s-sorry! I didn't mean to stare, honest!" Kiriko suddenly blurted out before turning her attention to the television.
"Y-yeah, anyways Kiriko, it's getting late…don't you have to go to the café tomorrow?"
"We open later on a Thursday, so it should be fine to stay up for a while longer. Besides, I got a lot of extra prep done yesterday before going out so setting up again tomorrow should be easy as making pie….or donuuuuts~!" she said with glee in her voice. "But I suppose," her tone began to calm a little "it wouldn't be a bad idea given the day we've had today and all…" she said, standing up and beginning to walk over to her bedroom.
"What are you doing?" she asked Jonathan, who looked at her dumbfounded. "You're coming to bed right?" she pointed towards the bedroom door. Jonathan had expected to be sleeping on the couch while he was here, so he couldn't help but feel like this was an unexpected development. His heart began to beat quickly once again and his mind started to jump from one conclusion to another. Deep down, he knew what she (probably) wanted, but was scared to admit it to himself.
After all, the last time he did it with his previous girlfriend, it didn't go very well at all.
He remembered that day vividly, as if it were yesterday. He and Aki were going at it like usual, but Aki was determined to be on top, which meant that Jonathan needed to keep his shirt on. How uncomfortable the shirt physically made him feel was one thing, but how Aki never even bothered to try and understand how he might have felt about how his scars made her reject him is another. He kept trying over and over to strip himself off, trying to prove to her that despite the appearance, he was the man she'd fallen in love with all those years ago at their first college society outing. But it was in vain, and within minutes of starting, Aki gave up and broke down in tears, knowing she could never truly accept him for what he was; a man with a past he couldn't forget, one that would hurt him and haunt him for the rest of his life. Even still, Jonathan wanted to try and move beyond it all with her by his side, but Aki couldn't. It was because of her that he grew so self conscious of his scars and refused to show them to anyone, even doctors.
That was all in the past though, and Jonathan found himself in a new situation with a new person, one who was openly trying to help him cope. She had said it already to him several times; Kiriko was willing to bear all of his pain along with him. That comfort that she gave him - the comfort of another - was something that felt very powerful to him.
"Well?" she motioned towards the room behind her again. "Y-yeah, sorry I just-"
"Don't be sorry, silly!" Kiriko said joyfully, walking into her bedroom with Jonathan quickly following behind.
"Ah shit, I forgot I was working on these earlier, I'm sorry just gimme a minute to clear up all this…" Kiriko said while putting away her Kunai and toolkit. Jonathan sat on the left hand side of the bed, looking over at Kiriko's diligent clean up routine. Everything she did almost seemed like it had an order to it. After finishing up with a quick dust off of her workbench, she sat down right beside Jonathan, her arms were only mere nanometres away from touching Jonathan.
"Today's been…hectic, huh?" she said looking up at her bedroom ceiling. "Y-yeah, I'll say. I don't think anyone could have expected this, and again Kiriko, I'm so sor-"
"Jonathan, you just said it yourself; nobody could have expected this. Nobody knew that Ha-, I mean, nobody knew that woman would have suddenly come back into all of your lives like that…stop blaming yourself for something that isn't your fault" she said, looking right into his eyes, catching him off guard.
"Yeah, y-you're right, K-Kiriko…" he said nervously, the mood in the room suddenly shifting as Kiriko inched her way toward him. She placed one hand on his chest, firmly and the other on the back of his head as she pulled his head towards her own and kissed him; softly at first before increasing her power and passion, eventually flicking her tongue in against his. Jonathan placed one of his hands on Kiriko's back and ran the other through her sleek, shiny - but muted - dark green hair. He began to push his own tongue in rhythm with Kiriko's. With each passing moment, he found himself pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth, wanting to explore every nook and cranny of it. Kiriko pushed him gently onto the bed and straddled on top of him, before leaning back in to kiss him, slowly undoing the buttons on her top.
"I thought….mmm…nnnh…you wanted to….ahh…take things slow…?" Jonathan could barely catch his breath between Kiriko's onslaught of kisses. She sat back up with her top still half undone, her small cleavage now visible to him, causing all kinds of thoughts to rush into his mind as he felt his lower half stiffen up and react in a way a heterosexual man usually would when in his situation.
"Well…" she said, continuing to undo her shirt buttons, one by one, slowly with a seductive grin on her face to tease him ever so slightly.
"...maybe I changed my mind, for now at least" Kiriko said as she finished undoing her final button on her shirt, her small breasts only covered by an unassuming white bra. She leaned back in and began to kiss Jonathan's neck before slowly moving her left hand down towards his crotch, as Jonathan ran his hands underneath Kiriko's shirt, making his way towards her bra's hooks. He undid them and guided the underwear off of Kiriko's body, her breasts - perky pink nipples and all - now bare for him to see. He took advantage of this and shifted his weight back up, slowly, to a sitting position and began to shuffle his arms around, quickly stripping his own shirt off. Jonathan's heart was reaching a fever pitch, but that was nothing compared to the tent he was pitching in his boxers as Kiriko reached for his belt, swiftly undoing it.
"We can…mmmhhh…stop if you want to….Jonathaaan….mmmnnnh" she said, trying (and failing) to suppress her moans as Jonathan gently pinched her nipples. She moved her head back and bit her lip as the warm feeling from her lower half began to ache and beg for more.
"No Kiriko…I want…I need you!" he said, pulling her back in for another kiss as she quickly took off her pants, Jonathan following her lead. They were now both completely naked, his cock firmly in her hands and her breasts being suckled by his mouth. She began stroking him, taking note of his size and how he was larger than any other man she'd been with or seen in JAV videos before. Not his length, that was average, but his girth, the immense thickness of it was something she couldn't believe. Jonathan's moans and panting grew louder and more frequent. It had been a while since Kiriko had done this, but by the sound of it, she felt as though she hadn't lost her touch. She didn't have any lube on hand, so she had to spit into her hand (three times to be exact) to loosen the friction between the two of them. She quickened her pace, but not in a way she felt like she would hurt him or cause him to finish too quickly. The look on his face, a mix of pleasure with lust, was driving Kiriko crazy.
I need him. In me. Right now.
Without a second thought, she stopped her handjob and sat on top of him, looking right into his eyes as she took his raw penis into her hands, toying with his frenulum with her fingernail.
"AAAhhhhhh Kkk-kk-kkkiirrrikooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" his moans reached a fever pitch as she smugly grinned and placed his raw cock inside her vagina, bringing the two of them together as one being. She began her movements, moving up and down slowly at first, bending over and placing her fingers on his chest for support, tracing the cursed letters slowly - but seductively - with her nails.
"These…don't mean anything….anymore…aaahhhnnnn….aa…you don't need….nnnnn fuck….to worry…about her…holy shit it's so fucking biiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIGGGG FUUUUUCCCCKKKK" she screamed. For a brief moment, she could see her neighbours faces, disgusted by the sounds they were hearing for a quick moment, but Kiriko quick threw that thought to the side as he began to thrust into her, taking control back and pushing her down into a mating press. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her mind began to blank at the intense pleasure coming from her gushing pussy. Jonathan had almost completely submitted to his carnal desires as he pressed into her with each thrust being harder and deeper than the last, his cock constantly hitting the roof of her vagina. He pressed his lips against Kirikos once again, grabbing her breasts firmly with his left hand and spanking her right ass cheek with his right hand. She tightened her grip on his with each spank. Maybe…she's into the pain? he thought for a moment as he moved his right hand over to her neck, putting her in a soft chokehold. It was as intense as he'd ever intentionally gotten with anyone, only Hana's fucked up wedding night could have outmatched the limits that Jonathan and Kiriko were pushing themselves too.
"H-Harder…fuck….choke…dominate me HARRRDDEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" she begged, and he complied as he slowly felt his limit coming up.
"Nnnnnn, rrrrnnnn…Kiriko…I'm about to cum…I'll pull out wh-" she pulled him in tighter, locking her legs around him while still giving him enough room to thrust deeply into her.
"You fucking finish inside me, you fucking shoot your hot cum all into my womb, you fucking breed me…got it?" she said, looking at him seriously, her animalistic instincts completely taking over her logic and reason. Kiriko knew it was a risk, but if Jonathan was the specimen, the man, the person she loved that was to impregnate her, she didn't mind. The melting feeling in her lower half was too good to ignore as her own climax neared. Jonathan, feeling like her had no choice in the matter, pushed himself to his limits as he grabbed Kiriko's body and slammed the two of them against the wall, her legs still locking him in place. He could barely muster the strength to hold her, but the adrenaline made the pain irrelevant as he pressed his cock against the entrance to her cervix. He felt a rush coming closer and closer as his balls began to tighten.
"Oh fuck…Kiriko…I'm….AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHNNNNNNNN" he violently pressed himself into her as deeply as he could, her feet pressing into his buttocks to assist him as his thick cum shot inside of her, marking her womb with his seed. Kiriko let out an intense moan as her hips shook on top of his cock, Jonathan moving his fingers around her clitoris to intensify her pleasure.
It was the greatest orgasm Kiriko Kamori had ever been given, and only the first she'd ever managed to get from another man; her first creampie, which she felt as though she was going to regret sooner or later. As Jonathan placed her body gently into the bed before sliding in beside her, still completely naked, Kiriko only had one thought.
Maybe this guy really is the one. Aki was a fool to give up on him as she thought about her highschool friend before snuggling up beside her lover, cuddling into his arms. "That was…amazing…like unbelievably so…" Jonathan said, trying to catch his breath. Kiriko brought one of her hands to her vagina, feeling around to see if any of his cum had leaked out. She noticed a small bit dripping out, but decided to push it back inside.
"You were…the best fuck…I've ever had…" Kiriko replied back, turning to face him before grabbing hold of him with both arms.
"I'm tempted to go again…but I've got work tomorrow, and besides…I'm kinda full up right now" she said with a sultry wink before kissing him, moving his hands onto her ass.
"Goodnight, mister translator, and have the sweetest dreams possible" she said, giving him a kiss before turning back around and putting herself back in his arms. Jonathan kissed the top of Kiriko's head and wished her a goodnight, pulling her body closer to his as they drifted off into a nocturnal slumber, with only one thought on Jonathan's mind.
Cinnamon and Apple flavoured lipstick is a lot nicer tasting than Cinnamon and Alcohol.
(Author's Note: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews on the last couple of chapters! Kiriko and Jonathan finally make a move on each others vulnerabilites and begin to explore each other physically as Hanzo, McCree and Angela face the fears that Kiriko may end up on the same path as Hana. Speaking of Hana, after proving to herself that she is still the best in the world at video games, she goes over the basis of her plan to take out both Angela and Kiriko with one fell swoop. In the next chapter, tensions fly high as Jonathan makes a bold decision that Kiriko knows she has to trust him with, while Hana puts her plan into motion and Angela makes a shocking discovery about Hana's current status. See you all in Chapter 11 of Part 2 of this series!)