Chapter 8
Yoko Littner could say with confidence that she was one of if not the best sniper in the universe. She had been gifted for it ever since she had been hunting small animals for her tribe when they first arrived on the surface. It had been instrumental to be patient, to count every moment, to not lose her cool no matter what her prey did, be it an antlion, a beastman steered gunman or some Mugan ship, until one could get off that one perfect shot.
Two hours. 120 Minutes. 3600 seconds.
She could probably go further into the mili and nano seconds as she paced back and forth on the bridge, her eyes never once leaving the screen that showed the ship coming closer. That's how long she had been waiting.
It had taken that ship an unfathomably long two hours to 'dock' with the Super Galaxy Dai-Gurren, even after they had moved basically right besides the tiny thing. Those bugs could have interfered with them, if they hadn't lost their nerve after Simon had punched that big ship of theirs apart.
That's what had most of the other guys in a tizzy, ever since Viral had reported back that he was barely conscious. She was worried too, of course, but she had seen what Simon could pull off. She trusted him to not die on them - the fact that his life signals were good by the rudimentary scan Leeron had lectured Viral into performing.
Didn't stop from various girls on the bridge to damn near hyperventilate at the prospect of Simon being hurt, most of which were rather bad at keeping their obvious infatuations hidden.
"Is Simon okay? Can someone get vital readings?" One gushed, Yoko forgot her name. A technician Leeron brought along, she and three others were busy leaning over a screen instead of doing their jobs, a few of the bridge crew looking at them with raised brows.
She would usually have rolled her eyes on that, but at the moment she had other things to worry about.
She focused on the sight of a colossal -relatively speaking- bug ship turning about, trailing tentacles in order to take off in the opposite direction as the vessel. A swarm of smaller bugs followed after it, many of them latching onto its hide, some were left behind, helplessly trying to reach it. Others bunched up on the other side of the planet, regrouping in high orbit out of their line of sight.
None even looked like it was trying to have a go at another round and yet still.
"Tell them to hurry the hell up!" She grunted at Leeron for the tenth time, gritting her teeth at lordgenome who didn't even bother to hide his chuckles.
"I did dear, I did." Leeron answered, smiling for some reason himself as well. He was looking pleased with himself, perhaps because he had the chance to apply fresh eyeliner, though she had no idea where he did find the time. However he did, it made his smirk even more obvious. "They are insisting on calming the machine spirits." He raised one of his manicured eyebrows at one of the texts they had received. "They are apparently intimidated by the Dai-Gurren… but still. If you have me call about Kittan so much, they'll end up thinking he's our King or something." Now he chuckled too! Argghhh! "He's fine, honey. Their leader, this noble lady von Hugenbutten has assured us so much. He apparently saved her life too."
"Of course he did." She half snarled and sat her own 'hugenbutten' down. "Are we sure that's not a mistranslation or…" She threw a glance at the head in front of them who technically flew the ship. "Lordgenome screwing with us?"
With exception of the crew who was busy staffing what little Lordgenome did not control, she and Leeron were the only members of Team Dai-Gurren to remain, the rest having flown off to help viral collect Simon, meaning it was her and Leeron's duty to welcome these otherworlders on board and keep them at bay, till Simon was ready to return to his duties as Supreme Commander.
And she was to do her best to avoid causing what might very well be an intra-universal diplomatic incident by flying the Dayakkaiser right into their ship.
Mostly because Dayakka was using it…
Leaning back in the seat, Yoko tapped her fingers on the armrest while she tracked the monitors. The docking procedure was ongoing, there was little she could do but watch.
Although calling it docking was a little misleading. The multi-kilometer long ship these people used was currently flying into a gigantic hangar bay on the ship's port side -why the files called that side port was a mystery to her- that was more than large enough to fit it.
"Hmmm… I'd say it would be appropriate to welcome them onto our ship, wouldn't it?" Leeron pressed two fingers under lips as he winked at her. "To bad we are so busy here~"
Yoko bolted from the seat, stomping to the teleporter, barely even bothering to grab her rifle- just in case the newcomers tried to pull something stupid.
There was a spare grapearl available, but she was going to do this in person.
Whisked from the bridge to the loading dock in nigh an instant, Yoko stepped out into what a nearby hologram declared to be "fleetdeck 6589", letting her see the hangar itself. Truth be told, it had more in common with a gargantuan cave or perhaps the scenery one saw when looking towards the horizon from a large hill.
She could see neither the start nor end of the mind bogglingly immense room, filled as it was with derelict machinery and warships, ancient instruments of war unused for what she understood were millennia, resting in a facsimile of Earth's moon. Dead giants resting in their tombs, like the rare archeological sites she heard about on the news before all this.
Crossing this room would in itself have taken days, so she had to muster some grudging thanks that Lordgenome had let her out relatively nearby to where the imperial ship was entering, the thing floating through a force field - likely meant to keep the air in and space debris that wasn't the ship out - but a kilometer or two away.
Her gratitude to Lordgenome was withdrawn upon spotting a teleportation station a couple hundred meters away from where the ship had come down.
Muttering curses, she stomped towards the dock, taking the chance to see what the newcomers were like.
Yoko raised a brow at the ship in person, whoever designed it had… interesting ideas. It was almost barge shaped, with spires at the ends forming a four pointed shape by the engines, with the front resembling a giant battering ram. The middle portions were lined with smaller spires, gun ports maybe, extending all over the hull. It was a greebled looking ship, but the decorations she saw were what really puzzled her.
Gold lining ran the length of the hull, detouring into little circles around statues every couple hundred meters. Emblems of a tall man in thick armor, winged figures holding swords, and a lot of two headed eagles with spread wings. Looking closer, she thought she saw skulls embedded in a lot of the imagery, but she shook it off. Just her eyes playing tricks on her, it happened sometimes.
Compared to the dozen or so other ships in the hangar it was a midget, the wreck next door was easily three times its size in its current state, back in its heyday it could have been four or five times as big. Then again, it was still intact. Damaged, having taken a lot of abuse recently, but it was flying on its own power. It was more than could be said for the spiral king's wrecks.
Approaching the docks, she could see people disembarking, raising a brow at the sight of them. The loading area was large enough to hold thousands, a stream of people leaving the ship's own docks. There were a lot of people down there, she was mentally awed at the number of them, not being used to seeing so many humans in one place. She only ever saw such a sight in Kamina city, a teeming horde that assaulted her senses.
Over the buzz of so many people talking Yoko noticed that many of them looked like they came from pit villages, with pale dirty skin and slumped postures from spending too much time underground, clutching rags and what few possessions they had, sweeping around fearfully as if they were about to be attacked.
There was a lot less trouble from all these people than she expected, many seemed too exhausted to do more than trudge into the bay. Far from all however, like a whole mass of people, a few hundred at least in dirty overalls and showing metal bits on their bodies, copied a row of red robed men kneeling at the edge of the bay, gazing at a wrecked ship overlooking their location.
Actually, getting onto their knees and bowing, with the red robed guys extending extra arms which looked like mechanical assemblers towards the ship, all of the people quietly chanting something, went a bit beyond looking…
Like one guy who threw his head back, revealing that he had robotic eyes, mouth, everything except his hair, was gesturing wildly and babbling a string of numbers, jabbing both fleshy hands and robot limbs at the ships, derelict gunmen on racks lining the hangar, and whatever else he felt like. Even the other red robes with plenty of augmentations of their own were sending him looks, giving him a buffer.
Those were a minority, the bulk of the people seemed relieved to be safe. So much that there was little shoving, attempted thievery, or general trouble. Though many did look like they had something like that on their minds as she made her way through the crowd, especially the men.
A couple tried, a young man with tattoos who brandished a knife, a cleanish middle aged man with a club, both tried to attack her. A punch dealt with the first, a sweep of the legs dealt with the second. Scoffing, she zeroed in on a procession coming out of the ship.
A flash of blond caught her attention, making her double time her pace.
Around the party were a line of gold covered guards, brandishing weapons that warded off the common folk, allowing several fancy dressed men and women to disembark in relative safety.
Yoko hesitated when they saw her, feeling a cringe. They looked so fancy and opulent, whereas she had… this star outfit. Normally she didn't care about her clothes, but now…
Her first meeting with a whole new, friendly civilization, and they were going to think she was a perv!
Muffling a curse, she focused on the important part: the puffy haired blond met her gaze, she saw that his rescuers were keeping a distance between him and them, except for a woman in a fancy dress. That person she did a double take at, the blonde woman was hugging close to Kittan, smiling despite her presumed family casting disapproving glances at her.
Yoko narrowed her eyes. That woman dressed and acted fancy, but her body… she heard a lot of salacious rumors about some parts of Kamina City, where expansion outpaced police efforts. Lots of crime in those areas, and stories about what people who lived there did. There was a reason she stopped watching the news.
More than that, she looked like the kind of woman Kittan and the boys loved to gossip about, what with her body and face and… she clenched her fists. And even harder when she saw Kittan appearing uncomfortable with the busty woman hanging on his arm, not so subtly trying to yank his arm free.
Yoko ignored the rest of the party, trying to shove past the guards towards him.
"Hey, let me through." She shoved, but the thickly armored guard spat something and then tried to hit her with the butt of his rifle.
Her backhand sent him half a dozen meters back, his body crashing into another soldier who attempted to move up. She heard some shouting and movements to her sides, but her eyes were trained on the one man in front of her, who was spreading his arms as if he was expecting a hug.
Yoko's flattened palm hit his cheek with the speed of a bullet and the force of a cannon shot, the echo of the slap reaching throughout the dock. Kittan whipped sideways, his cheek stretched sideways from the blow, spinning twice before he dropped like a sack. He twitched helplessly, gasping as he yanked himself upright, rubbing the massive red welt growing on his face.
"That's for running off to your death, you fool." At last she felt how her eyes began to water, as she said those words, allowing the hurricane of emotions bound inside her ever since she had let Kittan go be the big damn hero for once.
"Yok-" Kittan didn't have time to finish whatever he wanted to say as she grabbed him by his throat and pulled him against her.
"And this is for coming back." She did not await his response before shoving her tongue down his throat.
Smashing lips on his, Yoko felt her teeth scrape on his lip, as his messily hit her lower lip. Neither she nor Kittan cared, mostly, bumping his forehead on hers got a wince, she reflexively tried hitting him back before she stopped herself, instead trying to push her nose on his. Wet smacks of lips on lips sounded out, hands reached up and hesitantly touched shoulders, Yoko's were quivering just as much as Kittan's.
It took a rather deep cough at their side for Yoko to pull away, her lips drawing a long line of spit after itself even as her heart was practically bursting out of her chest by how hard it was hammering. Looking sideways in a quick manner, she found a lot more eyes on them than before….. As well as a lot of rifles pointed their way.
With the way some of these soldiers were holding her guns, their hands trembling, while a handful of their folk helped the man she had backhanded up, it slowly dawned on her that she might have done something rather stupid.
For all his bullheadedness, Kittan had had the presence of mind to summon a thin layer of green behind her, right before she had taste tested the back of his throat.
She observed the many, many weapons pointed at her and tensed. "So… Kittan, can you use spiral power now?" It had been primarily what Simon was doing and to a far lesser extent she and others too. It made sense, the ludicrous destruction that had sent them to this place, of course it was the result of spiral power.
"Uh… yeah." Kittan's cheeks were nearly purple, his lips puckered up like he ate something sour. He coughed, actually he sounded like he was trying to hack up a lung, reluctantly swiveling and waving his arms. "Uh, yeah, it's all good." He had to have known they would not understand them, but his tone seemed to put them at ease. "See, nothing to worry about."
There was an exception however. That busty blonde Yoko saw hanging on his arm, she was prowling closer with narrowed eyes, her long hair making little rattling noises thanks to the newly she wore. Her dress was fancy, her narrowed eyes and smirk promised danger.
"Oh yeah?" Yoko smirked too, snatching Kittan's arm. Without waiting for a question, much less his approval, she smashed his forearm again her top, all but swallowing his limb into her cleavage. Kittan let out a little hiccup, reflexively jerking his arm to find out she had a firm grip on it.
Yoko ignored that, seeing how that new girl scowled was more than enough.
She moved to plant another kiss on Kittan, but she was interrupted by a gaggle of children approaching. Loud, rambunctious, laughing over something as some adults shepherded them out of the ship, keeping a safe distance between them and the guards around Yoko and Kittan, and unwittingly killing the mood.
Yoko hissed, it was almost impossible to hear over the low level pandemonium around them. Kittan still did a double take, looking simultaneously puzzled… and a bit impatient.
From the speakers Lordgenome announced something, lighting up pathways on the display signs around the dock. What he showed were simple animations, complete with a deformed version of himself hopping in place and then 'walking' with a loop of three pictures, flashing arrows lighting up to a different area.
Yoko's comm piece buzzed as the people began to move, shuffling to the indicated destination. "I am sending the refugees to a habitation block nearby. Eons ago it was the home of my allies, where Spiral Warriors would rest between battles."
She couldn't see it, but she could hear how his lips curled when he hesitated. Yoko wondered how many of those spiral warriors died by his hand when he betrayed them.
"Their supplies should last until the food production facilities are back online, many are non-operational but the functional systems should be sufficient for the refugees." Some pride entered his tone. "In its heyday, the Cathedral Terra could evacuate entire planets to save its inhabitants from Anti-Spiral annihilation forces. Under emergency conditions, this vessel could house sixty billion sentient beings for years at a time. Once over a hundred billion after we had to evacuate an ecumenopolis."
"That's a lot. Wonder who changed that?" Yoko huffed. She also had no idea what that last word meant, but she wasn't about to out herself as some bimbo to the man that genocided most of a galaxy for the greater good. 100 billion people. Even in its current golden age, Earth hardly had a million. Could so many people even fit on a planet?
Lordgenome tsk'd. "The current facilities should be sufficient for these refugees. And before you ask, they will not have access to any ship systems, let alone the teleportation matrix."
"He kept insisting, I agreed." Leeron chimed in while the noble's guards started moving as well. "We have enough problems keeping this big lady up and running. Besides, those folk had it rough. They could use some downtime."
"Why though?" Yoko could not help but raise an eyebrow. The people around her…. She had seen pits that largely relied on incest and cannibalismn that had looked healthier. That included even the fancy looking folk, with some exceptions like that ridiculously named woman. She bet she had done some surgery to make herself look more fitting to her namesake!
"Because we both have seen how people who have been pushed beyond desperation can act. I have seen it a lot more than you." She paused for a moment and winced, a shudder running through her as she couldn't immediately refute Lordgenome's argument. When Earth was about to be destroyed, she had seen what all those they had sacrificed so much to save had done. How they turned upon the very man that had saved them all.
She did not like it one bit that she couldn't muster a counter argument beyond a simple "you're wrong."
Her eyes locked onto a particular refugee, a little child, barely old enough to walk, clinging to the hands of what she presumed was his mother. He was slouched over with a visible bent to his spine, his hands looking to be misshapen as well. The hands holding his were worse, a couple fingers were missing, the pinkie was bent to the side, and the arm they were attached too had burn marks on her forearms where the clothes didn't hide her skin. She could not stand upright, her back was bent at a slumped angle in a way that kept her from rising, no matter what she did.
Both noticed her stare and hurriedly looked down, presenting subservience to a woman they didn't know anything about. Both were so thin they were more bone than flesh. Sunken and pale skin struggled to darken due to flushed expressions, flashing worry and no small amount of panic.
Suddenly, her blind lust for Kittan felt a lot less pressing.
"Make sure they are all fed though." The words felt hollow, insufficient. She observed the boy. There were thousands and thousands of people on the chip, many more were bound to be children.
"I have transmitted the basic process of how to bring the nutrition assemblers online to the noble woman who leads these people, Catharina Hugenbutten. An arrogantly naive woman, but she seems to have basic organisation talent."
Many of the nobles were moving on, several of them and their guards sent smiles or thumbs up towards Kittan before they departed. An old man with a wispy beard and a dangling emblem on his neck walked close enough to pat him on the back, saying something that sounded encouraging before he too walked off, throwing his hands in the air and yelling something that raised a cheer from the crowd.
However, one voice did not cheer.
That busty blond, she presumed now that she was this Hugenbuttom woman mentioned on the comms earlier and who Lordgenome was referring to, was staying put, arms crossed, leveling a narrowed stare that was affixed solely to Yoko.
Or was her name Hugenbutten? Whatever, it was something obscene.
She could suck on a fat one for all she cared! With a hmpf, she grabbed Kittan by his hands and began to walk towards the teleporter. For the fools own sake, he came along with her without so much as a complaint.
"So.. um.. What happened while I was gone?" Kittan finally asked something relevant.
"Let's see…" Yoko hummed, hugging him closer when she heard that blonde stomping after them. "Simon blasted the nerve center of the whole bug armada, they lost most of their cohesion after that, we vaporized half their fleet, Viral nearly died, kinda, now we're putting these people in a safe spot for now before the rest of the bug infestation is burned out. That's about all." She left out how worried she was when she thought he died.
"Wait, Viral can die? I thought that bozo is immortal now. Like, fully, totally. Don't think he's even aged!" Kittan did a double take, sounding a bit annoyed. No surprise, that guy was a complete pain in the neck during the war, and while Simon vouched for Viral, it wasn't that easy to let go of old grudges. Especially when Viral was guaranteed to outlive them all.
"Metaphorically! He got a whole lotta holes in him that quickly healed, but I think even he would be done for if those bug things trapped him in some acid lake or something." Just because Viral was immortal didn't mean he was invincible. Still, on that end she made a note to ask Leeron if he could look into Lordgenome's brain to see how he did that. She didn't particularly care for immortality - in fact, she could well imagine that she might want to die at some point in the hopefully far future - but some level of rapid healing would be quite useful.
Or maybe add or reduce a couple dozen years to herself for a bit if she felt like it, that might be nice. Being a kiddo in a classroom for a week would give her valuable insight on how to better teach. Or what being an old cranky woman of 60 or 70 would be like. With an aching back and a saggy chest and all that stuff.
She shook her head. That was something for later. So far, they barely had had time to really look into what all lordgenome could offer them, going from crisis to crisis.
"And how's Simon? Is he alright?" Kittan switched topics, again trying to free his arm. He was learning slowly, but now Yoko allowed a bit of mercy and relaxed a small amount, at least enough that she wasn't cutting off blood flow.
"We'll see that in a couple moments, I'd wager to guess." She was pretty sure that in the time they spent down here, the boys might have gotten their leader still. She glanced back on Kittan, still holding his hand, taking his face in again for a second. His stupid, awkward grin, not unlike that of some of her students who did mess up, say forget their homework or try to peek up her skirt, trying to pretend he was sorry but he wasn't.
And she couldn't even really say he was wrong. On a rational level, he had saved them all, had saved god knows how many people on that ship…. Speaking of.
"What has actually happened there? Lordgenome said you pretty much saved the day there and fought some of those aliens."
"Oh yeah, they were pretty gross actually.. Uhm, are you mad at me Yoko?" Kittan had trouble looking her in the eye, even more with keeping his gaze above the neck. His eyes kept trying to flick downwards, but he made a visible effort to stop himself. Just like how the corners of his mouth tried to rise, forcing a scowl that undid the sappy smile he had, lasting mere seconds before it all repeated.
God, how could such a doofus be so hot? She leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. Not his mouth again, not yet. He stiffened anyway, that blush he had was so adorable!
"No. You saved people, that, I will never condemn." To do so would be to spit on all her ideals.
The walk to the teleporter was a bit longer than she thought it was, but at the same time it felt far shorter than she wanted. Stepping into the pad, she hugged Kittan closer, meeting no resistance this time… and she was treated to a scowl from Hugenbutten before she stomped off to yell orders at the refugees, waving her arms to direct the masses to where they needed to go.
A flash and a second of dizziness brought Yoko to the bridge, where she finally allowed Kittan to go free. He pulled his arm away slowly, flashing a grimace as he rubbed his bicep, getting feeling back in his limb by the look of it. He coughed when he saw the same thing Yoko did, the rest of the bridge crew turning to them.
Including a battered looking, tired, and relieved Simon slumping against a panel, with Viral standing a few paces away with his arms crossed and with a tattered top but otherwise intact, leveling a dry look towards them. Both looked okay, finishing up a quick report with Dayakka nodding a couple paces away, turning from them to smile.
"Good to see that you're okay Kittan, grew worried for a bit about you." He sighed in relief.
"Yeah, I ain't that easy to kill." Kittan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Yoko however stomped forward, offering just a tiny smile to Dayakka before getting in Simon's face, adopting a scowl. "Good to see you are fine too."
"Yeah-" Simon was cut off by a hand swiping in front of his face.
"That doesn't mean what you did out there wasn't stupid. You pulled through this time, but what about the next? What happens if Viral is knocked out?" She nodded towards him.
"I was actually. Being digested hurts." Viral groaned.
"So in the future." Yoko flicked his nose, getting a little flinch. "Don't go too crazy with the death defying stunts. Otherwise who is going to rescue Nia? I do enough without saving her too-"
Yoko strenuously insisted that she did in fact grunt, the sound she made was most assuredly not a surprised squeak, let alone a girly yelp. She did reluctantly admit that she flinched, definitely not a full body jerk, when a bouncy ball of fur bounced off her rear, grabbed her ponytail to swing over her head, and performed a masterful dive right into her cleavage.
Standing up with a jolt, she ignored a snicker from a soon-to-be dead crew member to peer down, seeing Boota poking up from her boobs. The tiny pigmole wiggled to a comfortable spot, squeaking at her.
"Oh, just you. Thought there was another bug." Yoko sighed, steadfastly ignoring how Dayakka covered his mouth with a fist. Good, she didn't hear a laugh… though the one she did hear was in for a world of hurt.
"Anyway, message received. Besides, I'll be fine with you and Boota watching my back." Simon was acting calm, excellent.
Still, even as Boota scratched around inside her cleavage, she couldn't help but grin at the sheer face Kittan was making at the little critter, both probably because of how it made her girls jiggle but also because of clear envy.
Reaching out she cuffed her fist against his shoulder, not that she minded his staringthatmuch, but still, certain decorum was to be kept!
"Hehehe, no need to be too jealous, Kittan. You're gonna see what else fits in there soon enough." Yoko smiled, wondering how she could make him feel better. All that staring was done at a distance, perhaps it was time she let him stick his face in there, get an up close and personal look.
W-well, if he wanted too, that was!
Rounds of coughs affected the whole crew, even Simon cleared his throat, holding up a hand to hide his blush. Dayakka went from supportive to coughing quickly, repeatedly clearing his throat. The only one who didn't look affected was Viral, who merely facepalmed with his huge shark paw.
Dayakka coughed again, dropping his hand and forcing a stern look, well, trying to with his red cheeks.
"Right. The situation is under control here for right now. We're going to make a move on the planet when things are fully settled, readings say there are a ton more bugs down there." Dayakka couged again for good measure. "According to Leeron there are a lot of weird energies out here, so he doesn't want to use the teleportation drive until he figures it out. It'll take a while to fly there, so you will have plenty of time to look after Kittan's injuries."
"Erm, I'm fine-" Kittan suddenly went quiet, someone behind Yoko made a sound that caught his attention, making him go still with a cough. She didn't see who, when she whipped around everyone was looking busy.
"Right, thanks. If something happens, call me, okay?" Yoko offered, dearly hoping that he would not call them.
"Will do." Dayakka turned away, along with everyone else. Viral was still looking at her with a dry stare, but he rolled his eyes and went back to checking a panel.
Another walk through the teleporter brought them to the spacious crew quarters, the tiny section renovated for the Dai-Gurren Team's use specifically. According to Leeron there was a small city's worth of lodging just in this area, enough that everyone here could have their own room.
Really, it wasn't that long a walk there, especially with the nearby teleporter, but still…. Yoko glanced over to Kittan, who also had slowed down. The face of the man who had faced manmade and alien horrors alike, who had been ready to throw down his life with a grin now was torn into a mortified grimace, his formerly bright red impression having grown pale and white.
She took in a gulp of air before calming her nerves. "Now…. let's get those injuries of yours looked at, shall we?"
Kittan simply nodded, which Boota took as his signal to jump out of her chest and leave.
When the door opened Yoko stomped, or to be more specific hesitantly stepped inside. They hadn't really had personal rooms, for that they had been simply not long enough on the ship yet. Rather, they had been assigned at random one of the many, many thousands of "high rank" suites or whatever that were available on it, that had, if Leeron's abridged explanation been enough, at one point or another housed countless presidents, kings, dignitaries, commanders, their families and the various means to entertain them.
His rather detail lacking description had sold it short. It was huge, with a fully equipped kitchen, a shower suite that was larger than the old Dai-Gurren's old communal washrooms, an entertainment room with more gadgets than she could count, and a luxury bedroom that was half as large as her whole shack back on Earth. Everything was pristine too, there was not a single smear, not a crack, not even a speck of dust anywhere.
"Huh? How come this stuff is still intact? Compared to the hanger i mean?" Kittan looked around, his eyes wide. As far as they had come from the pit and bunker days, nothing in Kamina city had something like this.
"Well, probably because this place had better and more exotic protections? Given that probability rewriting stuff the Anti-Spirals uses, who knows what defenses this place has." She finger snipped one of the golden lights that was just flowing in the air, marvelling somewhat at how gentle and warm it was. "I imagine one needs something special to deal with, say, an assassin who can just…. Decide what the chance of something is. This is the ship section with all the important people after all."
"Makes sense…. I guess?" Together they stepped closer to the bed, gazes locked on the massive pile of immaculate sheets and what had to be legendary padding on the mattress. Testing that would require touching it however, and both were a bit preoccupied by staring at its sheets.
"Yeah, plus who says all those ships are wrecked any-ah?" Mid sentence she had planted her ass upon the bed, the thing swallowing her in its softness, before rapidly hardening and strengthening out till it reached a consistency pretty much exactly like her bed back at the schoolhouse shack.
Yoko smiled. Or to be more exact, it was a grimace vaguely forced into the shape of a smile, her cheeks reddening as her heart thumped like a gunman's footsteps. Huh, the room had gotten really hot all of a sudden…
"So…"
"So…" all his bluster, all his bragging, all his bull headed drive that drove him onwards through thick and thin, from leading Team Dai-Gurren when Simon fell into his depression, to suffering through bureaucracy when the city was being built, to facing down an unstoppable alien killing machine with just a shotgun… and now Kittan was as red as her hair, noisily coughing into a fist. Without taking a step forward, his quiver showing that he was a mess of emotions.
Both stood like that for what felt like an eternity, sucking in breaths and hesitating. The fire from earlier was dimmed, now that they were moving to the next step. The next… which meant…
"You, uhm, are you okay with this? You know?" She knew what she was talking about and he did as well.
"Me, hah, sure I-" His sentence came to an abrupt stop when she reached out and took a hold of his hand. Slowly, carefully, as if the man before her was made out of paper, she pulled him against herself, her forehead pressed against his, basking in his warmth.
She didn't know when tears began to flow down her cheeks.
"I…. I thought I had lost you…." The dam within her broke.
A hand, rough from countless fights and hard work it had been through, swiped over her face, wiping away the liquid even as Kittan pressed his forehead further against hers. Their noses practically touched each other. Keeping herself from breaking down, collapsing into a pile of tears and snot, was taking all of her willpower, leaving her a quivering mess that made him look composed.
"For you. I've done it for you. You were in my head during it all." She should have punched him for those words, the knowledge, the admittance that he had placed her over everyone else on board, over the entire human race that would die if they failed, doomed to an ignoble fate by those bastard Anti-Spirals.
Instead she simply enjoyed the explosion of emotions in her belly they caused.
It was Kittan who first broke up the hug, after her tears had stopped, his free hand wandering down her back and over her coat. His eyes sought out hers for permission and without a hint of hesitation in her, she nodded.
Considering it literally only covered her shoulder, her back and her arms, pulling it off her was not too big of an issue and she felt the heat in her stomach grow a little as the man's eyes widened at the sight of her naked back. While probably not as attractive as her huge breast or ass, she had grown some muscles in her back that she liked to flex, in fact she did so right now. Still after a couple seconds, his hand moved further down and hovered over her spine.
The air in this room was perfectly heated to offer the maximum comfort and yet Yoko still felt a shudder go through her as her nips were exposed in the open, a small blush forming on her cheeks that had briefly disappeared.
"Uh…. I'm sorry if I'm too fast or too aggressive or anything!" Kittan's eyes were glued to her frontside and bulged out when she giggled and shook her breast lightly in response, allowing them to clap a bit against each other.
"It's okay. I…. I don't mind you going ahead with stuff." She at last gently pulled her fingers out of his grip and folded her hands over her crotch, trying to get the beating of her own heart under control. "I think, I like it more if you take charge anyway." Always trying to be the voice of reason and properly advising the boys was what she was doing anyway, someone else having control over her at least her in private…. It just sounded nice. He had almost killed himself for her…. Least she could do was to listen to him and do what he wanted in return.
"Yeah, okay, then, well, just say if I accidentally hurt you or anything…." Kittan audibly gulped, his hand flinched as he mustered the will to lay a hand on her boob.
She flinched too as his rough hand touched her skin, she felt a tremble in his fingers when they laid on her flesh, carefully squeezing down. He almost yanked his hand away when she took a breath, but a smile and a nod made him proceed, gulping again when the pressure increased, rubbing the whole mass from side to side. She felt a bit of joy at the fact that even his hands couldn't even fit half of them between his fingers, each boob being the size of a decently large melon. Each rub and push sent a small flash of pleasure through her nerves.
Kittan was slow to bring his head down to her chest, sliding his hand to the side so her nipple was sticking up, allowing him to stick his mouth on her. Yoko shivered at his hot breath, shivering more as his tongue slathered on her nipple… until he suddenly yanked himself away.
"Why, ah, did you stop?" She let out a little whine at his actions, frowning internally. Was he doing this on purpose? "Keep going, please!" Did he want her to beg? He could have just said so!
"Uh, yeah sure, just…. Eh" he hissed, baring his teeth and then forcing his face to smooth out, lasting for all of a couple seconds before he did it all over again. "Just…. Sorry, if I am not as good as your other partners. It's my first time." His laugh was a thin, nervous thing.
"Other partners? What are you talking about?" Yoko blinked, feeling her brow rise.
"Well….. You know? The Fathers of your kids?" Kittan winced, shaking for a moment.
"Oh…" Yoko blinked again, feeling a cringe coming on. "That… you know, I was teasing to lighten the mood, morale and all that…" she shuddered. Looking back it had been a dumb thing to do.
"Uh, wait. Huh?" Kittan tilted his head to the side, looking utterly baffled. She was going to have to explain it to him, joy…
"Kittan, I'm a teacher. Those kids weren't actually mine." She groaned, as for some dumb reason she found that admitting this was stupidly more embarrassing than her getting her nipples munched on! "I-I'm also a virgin."
"Uh… oh. Oh…" Kittan froze, blinking… he quickly restrained his jaw from falling open. "Oh, that's uh… its a bit mean."
"Yeah… I was going to tell you eventually… uh, for the record…" Yoko waved a hand and winced at the same time.
Kittan gulped. "Uh… same. As in, virgin too."
"Okay, so… ah, no worries." Yoko exhaled, getting him to nod. "So ah, proceed. Go on. Let's fix that." She flashed him what was meant to be a relaxing smile, but her own anxiety probably showed.
"Right…" he laid his hands on her boobs again, giving them a good squeeze with more confidence behind it now, slowly sliding his hands down her sides, allowing her to lean back onto the bed. Yoko shivered again when his hands stopped at her panties.
Before they set off from Earth Yoko did consider that this space outfit was a bit much, at the least she could have grabbed the leggings. That still would have been excessive but manageable. In the end she skipped that part, figuring everyone would be too busy to care.
Now there was just a pair of thick yet narrow panties in the way, which were sturdy enough to handle the rigors of fight. And also small enough that his fingers could loop around the waistband, shaking a bit as he pulled the whole thing down. That was forgivable, she was shaking too. Oddly the hand sliding on her side was helping, he was warm and comforting, not moving fast enough to tickle her.
Kittan's eyes were as wide as saucers as he gazed at her junction, only breaking his stare to see her thighs. "You, uh… I trash talked you a lot back in the day, but ah, you're really beautiful."
"Ah, thanks." Yoko fought the urge to cover herself, instead gently taking his hand to lay on her thigh, guiding him to caress it. "You're easy on the eyes too, you know." She shrugged as his hand squeezed, marveling at how soft her skin was. She twitched yet remained in place, his rough hands felt nice.
"Uh, thanks. Nobody ever actually said that to me before. Well, ah there were a ton of babes that-" he coughed rather than finish the brag.
He steadied himself, detaching a hand to put on his belt. Now it was her turn to widen her eyes, seeing his hand shaking a bit as he struggled to undo his belt one handed, fumbling a second when it accidentally relatched, blushing as he had to squirm in place. He let out a little grunt when it finally released, his smirk vanishing when his thumb looped on his waistband, squirming again to push his pants down.
Kittan sighed, but Yoko was a bit preoccupied by widening her eyes at his penis flopping up. This time he coughed, breaking her stare.
"Ah, sorry. Never actually saw one, like ah, that. Washing Gimmy and Darry back then doesn't count." Yoko had trouble looking away. She knew what it actually looked like, she had peeped on men in the washrooms before. However, peeks had nothing on the real thing in front of her. For one, it was a bit more than she bargained for size wise, by a frighteningly large margin…
"Yeah, um… I've never actually seen, uh, your thing, either before. Even in the desert my sisters made sure I was a ways away when they washed. Not that I wanted to peep on them, they can be annoying-" he cleared his throat. "Ah, anyway. Should I, uh…"
"I think we should get to the main part." Yoko coughed, shifting on the bed. "Don't worry about doing a bad job, we can only get better from here."
"Better…" Kittan repeated, noisily clearing his throat. "Okay, ah, let's do this."
His hands fell on her thighs and, again, with a moment of hesitation between them, his hands moved up.
Yoko bit back a gasp, inhaling sharply. At some point she would stop shivering, but right now she was being wracked by quivers, emphasizing how hard her heart was thumping. Any more and she feared she would collapse.
"Uh….. it's…., more hairy than I expec-" She hit him, on the head. Not hard, but just enough to remind him not to finish that sentence. In response he narrowed his eyes and flicked his finger up against her forehead. "Trying to compliment you here."
"Alright, fine. You are, um, really big yourself." She knew guys liked that, and it happened to be true.
Kittan snorted, rolling his eyes with a smirk. "Wow, you suck at compliments."
Yoko growled, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips. Then she slowly sat up, mustering a smirk as her hands fell on his sides. He had time to grunt before she yanked him closer, nearly stumbling him on top of her, but a wobble saved him. However, this let her press her breasts against his rod, the sheer heat causing her to shiver and both of them to freeze up.
Hey, what are-" Kittan gasped at the sensation.
"Know you said you wanted to get to the main point, but for that awful compliment? I'm gonna give you a few tips." Yoko planted her hands on her boobs, and without waiting for her nerves she wrapped his tool in their warm, soft, and large embrace, only allowing herself to shake once he was trapped.
"Uh….. you know, is this what you said you wanted to do beforehand?" The adam's apple on his throat bobbed. "On the bridge? But your tits around my dick, you know?"
Yoko blushed even more, she was already red enough. "Actually, I meant putting your head between my boobs. Not exactly, this." She nodded towards his thing, his dick, poking up from her cleavage. Boota would be upset to see what Kittan did to his usual nesting spot. "Now everyone is going to think I'm a slut."
"You know-" he gestured at her clothes, but just prying her boobs apart was enough to shut him up.
"Don't make me reconsider." Yoko took one more steadying breath, pressing her boobs together and dragging herself up, then down, feeling his dick -and it felt bizarre to even think of it in those terms- scrape on her skin.
Kittan gasped, taking the hint. All he did was lay his hand on her shoulder, a bit harder than what she found comfortable but he needed something to steady himself. He was red faced, peering down with a strained yet amazed look, his stare almost as intense as hers.
As for Yoko, what she pictured was a sexy warmup, not so much how rough his dick felt on her boobs, like it was a coated stick. She wasn't displeased by it, just surprised at how it felt, how much friction their skin contact had, and above all how hot it was. Overall, she rather liked it, and how it felt between her boobs, all warm and scraping on her skin, and especially how Kittan's grip suddenly tightened-
Kittan gasped again, suddenly erupting right onto her chin. Yoko let out an undignified squeak, feeling hot fluid hitting her skin, catching her completely off guard. She flinched, taking a moment to collect herself, realizing that there was a mess on her neck, as well as seeing how Kittan nearly fell over, only barely catching himself. He was heaving, looking a bit dazed as he blinked.
"Oh… ah…" Yoko reluctantly pulled away, blinking too as she dabbed a bit of the white, thick fluid, now noticing that his swollen dick was getting soft in her cleavage.
"Uh… yeah…" Kittan took a shaky breath, stumbling free of her boob's embrace, his wide eyes taking in the sight of Yoko with a mess on her neck and tops of her breasts.
"Right… everyone has been busy lately, and you must have been pent up…" Yoko snagged a handy little towel, wiping herself down.
"Ah, a bit. Normally it's not that quick-" he coughed, blushing even harder. "You look… wow…"
Yoko sent him a glance, feeling a smirk coming on as she wiped up the last of it. But before she tossed the soiled towel away, she used a finger to dab a small amount, and slowly, teasingly, dragged her tongue along her finger, stifling a cringe. It tasted salty, but not exactly bad.
What mattered was the double take Kittan did, letting out a hiccup as he blushed even more. "You're… really hot…"
While it was not exactly what she planned on happening, Yoko lit up at the sight of his dick standing up once again. Feeling another shiver, she shifted her place on the bed, making room for him.
"Alright, that's enough prep work. Time for the main event." Yoko smiled with no small amount of bluster. Kittan gulped.
"Y-yeah. It's ah, it's time for… I'll shut up now." He shook his head, needing no further encouragement than her narrowed eyes.
Yoko needed a moment to pull herself together, finding that she was breathing harder than before. Her heartbeat seemed to hit harder as Kittan climbed onto the bed, running his hands over her thighs as she sprawled, shivering as she spread her legs. A little more quickly than she intended, nervously clearing her throat as Kittan's red face puckered, laying his hands on her boobs. Not exactly for the sake of the mood, he seemed to be better composed with something to focus on.
Exhaling slowly, she peered down to his dick approaching her crotch, gritting her teeth when he suddenly pulled away.
"What's wrong?" She winced at her tone.
"Ah, nothing, just um… I heard that girls have uh, they hurt the first time, there is a thing down there, so um-" he coughed.
"Oh." Yoko felt a little smile to go with her blush. "Yeah, um, I actually, well, tore it years ago. Before we met actually. I was scouting, got chased by a gunman, tripped, and um, yeah. I'm okay." She nodded to assure him, hoping that her edge of impatience wasn't too obvious. "Its fine."
"Okay, okay." Kittan exhaled, flinching when his tip pressed against her. He hesitated at her sharp inhale, but a fast nod got him back on track, pressing against her. Wiggling on the bed, she restrained a quiver as he pressed forward, grunting as he got to the right spot…
And just like that, he sank into her.
There was some pain, but overall Yoko was too shocked to let it show, eyes bulging as the intrusion filled her up. She shivered as Kittan slammed a hand beside her head, heaving just as much as her, by the look of it struggling to keep himself from collapsing. One more push and he gasped, jolting Yoko.
"Are, gah, you okay?" Kittan panted, sweat forming on his brow.
Yoko heaved, bunching up handfuls of the sheets. Every movement was setting her nerves on fire, overwhelmed by both the thing itself and the knowledge that this was really happening.
"I'm good." Ordinarily she would hate how weak she sounded, but here? Now?
She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down, using her breasts to cushion his fall, and slamming her lips against his. Hungrily, distracting herself from the overwhelming input, and so very enthusiastic. Her hips slid along his waist, hugging him as Kittan began moving.
Yoko panted, unable to keep the kiss going for more than a few seconds before the need for air broke it. Kittan gasped, pressing on her neck as he moved, clumsily slapping his hips on her, grabbing her shoulder for stability, increasing his speed then slowing at random, needing to shift his knees to keep going.
Stealing kisses where she could, Yoko's mental image of a slow romantic event became a wild, heart pounding experience where she had trouble even thinking. There was Kittan, his hands roaming around, the sheer tension, but above all, the doubts and worries that held off her advances before. The sounds they were making were almost embarrassing, but she didn't care.
Sooner than she liked by far Kittan went still with a groan, forcing himself to keep moving a couple more times before a shudder overtook him, wracking his body from head to toe. It was enough to tip her over the edge, feeling her world explode in a haze of sweaty heat, head tipping back with a loud cry.
When it was over Kittan dropped, his weight falling on her weakened body. Through the mind numbing haze Yoko grunted, too dazed to care. She was breathing too hard to do more than lay there, all her senses overwhelmed by the experience. By the sound of it, Kittan was too.
After a long few minutes Kittan slowly picked himself up, panting and gazing with amazement at her form. No surprise, Yoko looked like a mess, and she felt so good…
"Not bad. Bit short." Yoko restrained a giggle at his slump, pulling him down for another kiss. "You'll do better next time."
AN:
And here we have it! Yoko's and Kittan's first time. Very vanilla, very drawn out and akward, just as it fits for two virgins making love for the first time in their lives. They've got plenty of time to get more freaky. Either way, hope you enjoyed it and as always, I very much look forward to your feedback!
I wish you all a merry christmas and I hope this is a proper gift
