Chapter 3-Welcome to Mars Investigations

WARNING, sexually-charged situation, masturbation.

All he could hear was the bass and sultry music playing in the background. The room was dark, save for the blue and red lights highlighting the woman sitting on the ground. She was facing away from him. When the song started to pick up, she turned her body towards it. Ban made no mistake of who that woman was.

Ginger-Trish-smiled seductively at him, eyes staring back into his blue unblinkingly. She danced for him and he ate it all up.

He had his eyes on her move, and the front of the pants got tighter and tighter. His body felt hot and he could see the sweat from her brow as she crawled towards him.

"Damn," he thought to himself. He was entranced; her golden eyes were unmoving as she made the right expressions at the right moment. He nearly lost it when she climbed on top of him and started moving her hips slowly against his.

He couldn't help but grab her hips as she made a small sound. Placing her hands on his broad shoulders, she leaned closer until her mouth nearly touched his right ear.

"Are you having a pleasant dream?"

Ban awoke suddenly, shivering slightly from a cold sweat. "What the hell?" He muttered to himself. He felt the uncomfortable bulge in his pants and clicked his tongue as he ran a hand through his spiked head.

He glanced over at his companion, who was snoring softly in the passenger seat.

Slowly, he got out of his Ladybug. Breathing in the cool night air, Ban scanned the area uand went to a secluded spot near an alleyway so he could have privacy.

He started by unzipping his pants, one hand against the wall to brace himself. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, pumping slowly first. He closes his eyes at the pleasant feeling of pressure and pleasure. He imagined her mouth on cock, making it wet, her expression and then his cock inside her pussy, messy and wet as she begged him to thrust harder. As he felt precim lubricanting his head and hands he could feel himself getting close.

He thought about the way her hips moved against him, how she felt against his hands and he came. His seed spilling over the wall as he grunted, thrusting into the movement.

As he breathed out, he stuffs himself back into his pants. He felt better but he couldn't help but feel something was off in that dream. For now, he would be satisfied with this.

…

That morning, after stopping at a local bathroom to clean themselves up, Ginji and Ban headed to the address listed on the card. Thankfully, they found adequate parking after locating the old office building and some shops in a business district. It was three stories high, beige colored buildings decorated with signs advertising various businesses. Entering the glass double doors, they decided to take the elevator to the second floor. Once there, they spot a door with a glass window surrounded by a mahogany door and frame. There, labeled in black letters was Mars Investigations.

"This must be it," Ginji points at the door.

Just when they are about to knock the door quickly flings open with a man stepping out.

He was wearing a dark dress shirt with black slacks and a dark fedora over his dark hair. A tan trench coat was hung over his shoulder as he passed the two guys.

"Whoa!" Ginji, surprised and chibi formed, hides behind Ban as the man passes by them. Ginji peeks over at him while Ban gives him a side glance but continues on his way.

As they open the door, a bored voice rings out: "Did you forget something?"

There, leaning on a rectangular shaped mahogany desk, a young woman was peering up at them from her note book. Eyes widening, they revealed to be a deep violet with tawny skin and straight black hair pulled back into a low ponytail that lay over her left shoulder.

She wore a gray t-shirt with a navy blue zip up hoodie, with high-waisted skinny blue jeans with small rips in the knee area and ankle high combat boots.

"Oh!" She straightens her posture, shutting the notebook in her small hands.

"You guys must be the Get Backers." She stuffs the notepad in her back pocket. She goes to put her hand out but froze, opting for a small bow.

"So you're Zen?" Ban inquires, raising his eyebrow at 5'2 girl.

"In the flesh." She piques, making a gesture at herself.

"It's nice to meet you Zen," Ginji interjects. "I'm Ginji Amano and this is Ban Midou"

She nods. "Yeah, the Jagan Master and you-" she points to Ginji- the Lightning Emperor and former leader of the Volts."

Ginji widens his eyes, his jaw appearing to drop while Ban maintains a stoic expression.

"Ban, how does she know about us," Ginji whispered furiously to his partner.

"You idiot," Ban admonished, "she's a private investigator, it's what she does."

"Right, shorty?"

Zen's eye suddenly twitched, a strained smile appearing on her lips.

"What, you think I wasn't gonna pull anything up on you after getting a tip that two random guys were gonna show at my place of work?"

She had her hands on her hips at this point and smirked up at Ban who in turn gave her a sardonic look.

"But," Zen sighs, " I've known Trish long enough to know she wouldn't have sent you two here for nothing."

She swiftly turns to the other side of the desk, with Ginji couldn't help but notice how her jeans hugged her full hips and thighs. He blushed a little and swallowed, willing his eyes to go back to her face.

"Here, have a seat".

She gestured for them to sit opposite her in the two chairs facing the desk. As Ban and Ginji tak their seats, they notice the stacked papers, a small lamp light resting near a corner. A few pens and pencils were in a white coffee mug, with a few composition notebooks listing about.

"So, let's get down to business."

The young woman nodded, placing her hands on the desk, clasping her figures together as Ban continued, "We got a tip that you're looking for a young woman named Shiori Ueno. She also goes by Angel?"

She nods in agreement. "That is true."

Zen reaches down to open a drawer. She pulls out a yellow envelope, opening the the small clasp. She pulls out some papers and photos, some of Shiori which reveal a girl with porcelain skin, with rounded brown eyes and brown hair cut into a bob. She had a beauty mark under the left side of her eyelid.

Zen picks up one of the pieces of paper from the pile and begins to read off it:

"Shiori Ueno. Age 23. Moonlights as an exotic entertainer at Madame Butterfly. Worked a few part time jobs here and there but otherwise, no black mark on her record."

"She and her father were living together until he skipped town about five months ago and left her with the responsibility of paying his debts.

She pulls out a man's picture from the pile. She places it in Ban and Ginji line of sight on the desk.

"This scumbag is Takeo Masaomi. I was able to link him to a couple of dealings with some big time yakuza members. He's responsible for tricking people into taking loans with him and making them pay back triple what they borrowed."

Ginji was curling his fist, grinding his teeth at what he heard. "What a horrible man." He looked up at Zen. "This is unforgivable."

Zen's eyes widened in surprise at the fire in Ginji's eyes. She could feel his aura pulsating slightly in the air and she quickly sucks in a small breath after it hits her.

"Easy there, Ginji." Ban placares his partner, though she could tell he wasn't too happy about the news either. "Yakuza huh?" He clicks his tongue. "This job is getting more dangerous than we thought."

Zen flicked her eyes back to Ban. "Getting cold feet already?" She challenges.

Ban pushes up his purple glasses and smirks. "We're a recovery service," he begins, "We get back anything that's stolen with a 100 percent guarantee. Doesn't matter how big or small the job is."

Ginji chimes in agreement. "We'll do whatever it takes to find Ms.Shiori. You can count on us."

Zen raises her eyebrows, caught off guard by Ginji's cheerfulness and disarming smile. With a sigh, she puts her hands up in surrender.

"Alright then."

She reaches into the back of her pants to pull out her notebook.

"I've been tailing him for the last couple of days.

While she flips through her notebook, she rummages through the pile on her desk and picks up a picture of a bar.

"He frequents this bar quite a lot. Along with a couple of his thugs. I was thinking about abushing him in an alley or something.."

Ban chuckled at the mere thought. "Abush him? You?"

He peered down at the small woman. "What were you gonna do? Stare him down to death?"

He laughed again as Zen gave him a seething look. Then, Ban felt something ram into his chest. His breath was knocked out of him has he fell backwards in the chair and onto the hardwood floor.

"B-Ban!" Ginji exclaimed. "What the-"

He froze when he noticed a large fist that was almost as big as he was in the spot where Ban used to sit. It was translucent, with a purple-tinged light appearing in the light.

"Don't underestimate me," Zen huffs. Ban heaves in a breath, coughing as he sits up slowly from the floor. The fist disappears, and Ban feels himself being lifted abruptly in the air.

"What the hell?!" Ban screamed. He put his arms out, feeling an invisible wall around him. He looks down and notices that he's nearly at the ceiling. He turns his gaze on Ginji who was looking up at Ban in awe and then back a Zen, who never rose from her seat, smiling at him coolly.

"I may be small, but I have some tricks up my sleeves." She tilts her head up at Ban as she watches him trying to break her force field.

"Alright, alright!" Ban concedes, "can you put me down now!"

A mischievous grin appears on Zen's face.

"With pleasure."

The bubble disappears and before he realized it he was falling face first into the floor.

Ginji rushes to his partner's side, Zen stands up from her chair.

" So now that you guys have seen what I can do."

Both guys look at the young woman as walks around the desk to face them.

"Let's work well together, yeah?"