Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the third installment of 'The Vixen.' In this chapter, you will get a glimpse of the Vixen's life as she pursues Izuku. What will happen in this tale? Stay tuned and find out!
There is an apartment building that was recently renovated to accommodate the influx of foreigners, university students, free-based artists, and the like. The apartment was situated at the part of town where coffeehouses, business and art districts, grocery stores, and shopping were easily accessible. One of the many benefits of the apartment is the vast view. Eyeing the entire city like a panorama. From the mountains of Musutafu to the nearby river.
Right in the artery of this particular apartment building on the eighth floor, UA High School was set in the center.
The tenant of this apartment is under an assumed alias. Her rental history is false. The background she provided for the landlord was a lie. She sported wigs whenever she was in the public eye. Even the ID she has given the apartment was a phony. Everything she provided to them was falsified.
However, one thing wasn't fake. And that was her love for Izuku Midoriya.
It was the humming of her computer monitor that snapped her back to reality. She has been kneeling for almost an hour as she was busy taking pictures with her camera. She knew around this time, Izuku would be sitting in the courtyard drinking his favorite canned iced tea and a baked good. Today, it was a honey bun - the usual.
Knowing that he wasn't going to depart from the bench until class resumed, she stood to ease her legs and return to her desk. The living room was could be easily compared to a police station. Photos, maps, anything to track Izuku's whereabouts. However, unlike photos of suspects that were in the dead center, circled in red. Pink and red hearts, X's and o's were around her Izuku.
She had a candid like smile, kissing the recent photo she just pulled from the printer. The picture showed Izuku lying on the bench as he tried to decipher what occurred earlier that evening. She was titillated, if not smitten on how adorable her Izuku was. It wasn't hard to carry him from his apartment. Or so he had thought it was his apartment.
A quick prick of the needle and it was easy from that point. It took time and patience. It took time to presume a fictitious identity to his mother that she was part of their cable company and she was providing additional services free of charge. Such an easy, gullible mother-in-law, the vixen thought as she wired their home with footages that she could use for her plan to make Izuku hers.
The Vixen was her codename for the time being. She wasn't ready to reveal herself to Izuku. Not just yet. In order to get the pearl, she must kill the oyster. With Izuku aware of her presence, it meant that he will be on his guard. That excited her as it was only a matter of time before her coming-out party. But not yet, the Vixen thought. She wanted to have a little more fun before revealing herself.
She described herself as a woman of valor, persistence, and such beauty. She attended private schools, had private tutors and attended tea ceremonies and etiquette classes to be the perfect wife in his image. However, it didn't stop the Vixen from being taught by martial arts teachers. She was trained in judoka, kung-fu, and karate. For a short spell, she was under an organization whose goal was to unite man and beast. Somewhere down the line, things have changed.
The Vixen stared onto her wall. A handmade wallpaper decorated in images of her one and only true love. The organization released her, labeled her as crazy. Such piteous words for a group of people who were lost causes. She was crazy, crazy in love. Crazy in her passion, her needs, her wants in having her emerald cinnamon roll in her loving arms. She was crazy, passionately devoted to saving him from the grips of these inconsiderate worthless people. He was worth it. He was worth every single cent.
With her plan in action, all she needed was bait to seal the deal. And it was Manga that began her plan of Operation Emerald City.
Manga Fukidashi was a suitable candidate. He didn't know too much. In fact, he didn't want to know too much. Yet again, he didn't want to know what she planned to do. They happened to stumble into each other when he walked in on her inhaling Izuku's boxers in the locker room. The Vixen was on her guard, but Manga was calm and cool, wasn't fazed about her actions. However, the Vixen knew that nothing in this world was cheap. Instead of making him a victim, she made him a silent partner. Besides, the teen felt sorry for whatever ordeals Izuku would face. But it was the smell of green that motivated him to do that task. She clicked her tongue in pity. Keep enemies close, but keep friends closer.
She paid him to perform grunt work, study Izuku's routines. Where he slept, where he ate, who did associate on a regular basis. She watched day by day as the thought bubble observed Izuku. It was an alluring pleasure, if not stimulating according to the Vixen. Countless nights were spent on relieving herself from the grainy black-and-white images to the colored up-close-and-personal images. Consistency was best but she was taught from an early age to never reveal oneself until she was ready to be revealed. Actually, she felt her visitation was a bit too soon. She couldn't help it. These eighteen years of preserving herself has been aggressively hard, delicately not to break the holy passage that was her hymen.
She was well pleased with Manga during their debriefings. Each time, they picked a secluded area to give Izuku's patterns. His schedule, the location of things in his room, and even sealed bags of his used underwear. The Vixen was pleased. To think a teen like that could be a detective or a spy in the making.
However, like all good spies, he was needed to be watched. Loose ends were a big factor for the Vixen. Although useful, he was still expendable.
She watched from afar after Manga received his severance package. She followed him back to his dorm and gave the final seal to the deal. Manga wasn't harmed much. A bit of a bump to the back of his 'neck.' She injected medication of memory loss, hopefully, it was enough to negate any memories of their interactions with each other.
Once again, she liked the kid. But she loved Izuku more. No loose ends!
She snapped her fingers when she forgot to put her VR goggles on the charger. She didn't need them today but she would never know when the opportunity would present itself on using them so. The biggest thing she wanted Izuku to be is guarded.
Like any weak and adorable prey, it will be closed in until the strong, beautiful predator comes and take him down. Not take down, love him and convey him to love me. I mean, we ARE in love!
And even if he ran, she wouldn't be far behind. After their lovely but brief tet-o-tet, she left a tool that she could track to know his whereabouts.
However, no technology in the world was going to stop her from old-fashioned stalking. She was excited. She was aroused.
But more so, she had an insatiable hunger for her cinnamon roll.
The sound of an unlocked door interrupted her thoughts. She didn't turn as she knew there was one additional person who had the key to her apartment.
"Yo, Vix! Got coffee and donuts!" The jolly, happy-go-lucky sounds of a woman entered the room. Judging by the sounds of shuffling bags, there were other things. "I wasn't sure if you wanted a vegan egg burrito or a sausage burrito, so I ordered both."
"The only sausage I want is several meters downstairs," replied the Vixen matter-of-factly. She eyed the donuts and burritos. "Of course, I want the vegan!" She rubbed her belly tenderly. "Need to preserve my girlish figure before my egg will drop."
The blonde tilted her head, giving the Vixen a sly look. "More information than I needed to hear." She tossed the Vixen's breakfast to her desk. Immediately, she was remiss and delicately used a napkin. Didn't need her to get upset over damage images of her cinnamon roll.
The blonde, or Blondie, as the teen decided to name herself, as she too was in anonymity, opened the top to her coffee and poured creamer into the mix. As the blonde stirred her coffee, the Vixen was next to her to grab her meal.
"Was work okay," asked the Vixen.
"Contents of Izuku's unfinished bagel and an empty coffee cup is in the bag," said Blondie as she took a seat at the window. She crossed her legs as she ingested the goodness of her job's perks. "Got to say, Vix. You are really enjoying this, aren't you!"
"I don't get you?"
"Nice spot for your husband-to-be! I didn't think Japan was a place to be incognito!"
"As long as we favor them and speak the language, they won't ask questions."
"True true. What is he doing now?"
"Same! Eating his lunch in peace."
"Honey bun and iced tea?"
"As always, Blondes!" She turned to her partner. "Once I capture him, you should have your sister whip up some grub." She released a smile. "I mean, he needs good nutrition for virility!"
"Descriptive as always, Vix!"
Resting her head on her palms, she fluttered her eyes. "Only the best for my cutie!"
Blondie hummed as she ingested the coffee. "Hmm! He is a cutie. I will admit." She placed the coffee down. She walked to the window to get some fresh air. The air was stale and the stench of womanhood filled the room.
"Hey, Vix! About the boy, can..."
The Vixen raised her hand, signifying silence. The Vixen held onto the bag of Izuku's used goods. She opened it, inhaling the contents vigorously. "The answer is no!"
Blondie placed her hands on her hips. "What makes you think I was referring to that?"
"I know you, Blondes! It, too, is in your nature." She took another whiff.
"If it wasn't for me, Vix, then you wouldn't have known to awaken your inner thrill." She tapped her foot. "May I…" The Vixen stamped her foot.
"I know what you want to say. I can see it in your eyes." She took another whiff. "And no, not this instant! Not yet!"
Blondie pouted. "Wasn't this the plan from the get-go?"
"My plan was to get him. Our plans to share was in the air."
Blondie shrugged her shoulders of her indifference. She dipped her donut with her coffee. "Just saying if we share moments alone and if you want him to be your husband, I…."
"Shut it!" Her voice abruptly silenced Blondie. She relaxed, not wanting to stir tension. She was a woman in a foreign land. No connects but her trusty ward in the room. She knew Blondie could be a handful but that was why she liked her.
The Vixen leaned back toward the table. She turned on the record player. The sound of jazz filled the room as she began processing her thoughts.
"I know that we share, Blondie. I know this! Let me have this first."
"Hey, don't shoot the messenger! I was stating how I felt."
"I know, Blondes, I know!"
Blondie ingested more of the coffee, wiping her coffee mustache with her sleeve. "It would be quite easier. Especially my easygoingness and my devotion. Plus, I am a bit obsessive myself if you know what I am saying."
The Vixen didn't answer but sighed.
"So, what is your next plan on the Operation Emerald City agenda," asked Blondie as she picked up another donut.
The Vixen bit into her nails, a habit whenever she felt puzzled on a task. Although it was her pride speaking whenever the Blonde throws her off with questions, she still needed her.
The pair have a history.
The sound of the school bell was heard. The Vixen returned to her post. Blondie knew that nothing more about Izuku was going to be discussed. She ate in silence while scrolling on her phone to look at the newspaper. The Vixen watched as Izuku discarded the items in the trash can and returned back to school. Using her binoculars, she continued focusing on her cinnamon roll until he could no longer be seen.
I will have you, darling. I will have you! Ready or not, here I come. I love you!
The announcement on the intercom alerted any remaining students must vacate the premises. Izuku was one of the last to leave after assisting vice president Momo with her paperwork. The tenacious, studious scholar appreciated Izuku's assistance. More so, Izuku appreciated her for volunteering him. He was trying to keep his mind busy. Focusing on what was in front of him instead of what was behind him. He was speaking figuratively, still thinking about last night.
That wasn't a dream. He felt being struck. He smelled the womanly scent. He felt her tongue, the invigoring pleasure of a woman's prowess. Everything he had left behind in his room was straight to a tee. The hanging towel on his chair. The scattered comic books on the floor. Even the bottom drawer where he mistakenly kept open where his private collection of pornography was hidden. He was grateful that it was a false board to conceal it. Still, no way it was a dream.
His mother was out of town, so she wouldn't know rather or not anyone was home.
To taste you, to feel you, to smell you.
The father of my kits!
I am going to make you mine!
Why do you flinch when I touch you?
Izuku
Izuku
"Izuku, Izuku!" The wavering hand of Momo returned him from his thoughts. The vice president shuffled the papers before neatly stacking them into a crate. "Everything is presently accounted for and ready for the end of the term." She smiled. "Thanks to you for the assistance, Midoriya."
He nodded accordingly. "Assistance and compliment received, Yaoyorozu!"
Wearing her cheerleader uniform, Momo stood and adjusted herself first. Izuku blushed when seeing the linings of her spanks under her skirt. He immediately averted his eyes, concluding that Momo was acting nonchalantly without thinking there was a boy in the room.
"Okay, ready to go! Just need to drop this off at Aizawa-sensei's office."
"No problem!"
"Great," she said as she grabbed the keys. "Grab that box and we can leave."
Once closing the door, Momo grabbed the classroom key to lock the door. One of the benefits of being vice president, she gratefully thought to herself as she locked it shut.
"Let me send this to the office and put it on the holster so it won't get lost."
"No problem, Yaoyorozu!"
It was particularly quiet this evening as the duo walked through the hallway. One would suspect a teacher or a student were grading papers, making phone calls, or concluding a club meeting. However, it was isolated, silent, just an abandoned despot. Izuku tried to keep his composure on how silent it was. Quite eerie to the eye.
"Do you want me to drop this off and then leave," asked Izuku.
"Actually, Midoriya, I would like it if you come with me inside of the office," answered Momo. "I just need you to be there for verification!" She snapped her fingers. "Yes! Witness to show that the key was put into place."
"Sure, Yaoyorozu! I don't have any reservations about that."
"Thanks...Izuku!"
Hearing his first name made him blushed. "No problem...M-M-Momo!"
Momo quickly turned on the lights. It was quiet in the office, just small humming sounds coming from the computer monitor and the occasional beeping from the smoke detector. Rows and rows of desks, chairs, sheets, and the like in the office that situated the teachers of UA High.
"There is Aizawa-sensei's desk!" Momo pointed her finger to his nameplate. "Place it on top of his desk and then we can head out of here!"
"Digga!"
"Digga?!"
Izuku snickered as he placed the box on top of their teacher's desk. "You aren't a fan of Gundam Wing! It means 'Roger That!'"
"Well, you are a nerd in some way...a cute nerd!"
"What was that?!"
"I said that was a cute bird outside of that window. What did you think I've said."
"I thought...well, nevermind."
He felt the back of Momo's hand slapping his back. "Easy, Izuku! Must we forget that me and Shouto are an item, you little hound dog, you."
Izuku chose not to respond to the comment. He was grateful for feeling better from earlier. He just felt that he has been watched all day. What gave him a hint was earlier at lunch. He kept seeing a glare shining to his face. He wasn't sure as the school was located in the neighborhood, so shopping centers and apartment buildings were commonplace. But, he felt this chill. A riveting chill that compared to the night before when he and Manga were at the park.
Speaking of the thought bubble, Manga didn't come to school today.
Izuku and Momo stepped out on the school grounds. His eyes shifted to the sky. The yellow ball of fire changed to hues of orange, and then almost tangerine. It merged with the sky, like juice-mix dissolving in a glass of water. The clouds were cotton-candy, as though they blushed at the warm touch of the sun. Silhouettes of birds flew home across a sky that was now magenta, and the sun was half into the horizon, but its reflection in the sea made it look complete. The mauve of the dusky sky intensified, and in just a while, the biggest star had set, giving way to a thousand others.
It was near eight in the evening as Izuku led Momo to her dorm building. He spotted some familiar classmates as they were relaxing in the common area. A few of them stared as they saw Izuku and Momo outside. Of course, whispers and giggles were to occur but it didn't matter to Izuku. There were things that have been on his mind that the rumor mill didn't faze him.
"Thanks for escorting me to the dorm," said Momo gently as she blushed. Izuku bowed as he accepted her thanks. "Be careful on your way back, Izuku."
Izuku nodded his head in agreement. "I will be okay, Momo. Don't worry about me!"
"Are you sure you are going to be alright," she said. "If you want, you can stay over...for company until Shouto comes by."
He declined her invitation. No way he was going to be caught in that crossfire of jealousy.
"I will be fine. I know my way home," he informed Momo politely as he gave her the peace sign. The wind began to pick up as he parted ways with Momo. He felt Momo continued to stare at him until he was out of sight.
Izuku was heading towards his dorm. As he was reaching for his back pocket, he realized that his cell phone wasn't there.
He patted all areas of his pants but the cell phone wasn't to be found. Cursing under his breath, he thought of its whereabouts.
It was when he saw the lone light in the school. It was where Aizawa-sensei's office was located. There was no need to backtrack as that was the only place he could have left it.
Izuku hurriedly returned to the school to retrieve his cell phone. He was grateful to God that the school gates were opened. Running towards the office, he was glad that the door was unlocked. He slid inside and saw his cell phone sitting on top of Aizawa-sensei's desk.
He blew a sigh of relief. Placing it back into his pocket, he planned to head out.
SLAM!
Izuku turned to the office door. It was slid shut. Izuku pulled the handle but it didn't budge.
Trying not to panic, believing that it was a groundskeeper unknowingly shutting doors without looking.
CLICK!
"What the…" Izuku began to worry when the lights were turned out.
He turned, stubbing his foot at the desk. He felt the wincing pain as it was a task to distinguish the silhouettes from the desk and the chairs of the office.
CRACKLE!
Izuku heard the sound coming from the intercom. It was a crackling sound. A sound that reminded him of his grandfather's record player.
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. The breath was being sucked away. He was trembling. He was backing himself into a corner. The song continued to play.
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
BEEP!
Izuku heard the sound notification from his phone. Nervously, his rattling hand reached into the pocket. It was a text.
Izuku is my darling! My darling is Izuku!
"Who are you," shouted Izuku in the darkness. That alone respond in a light, crackle laughter from the intercom.
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
"Someone like you!" He recognized the savory voice. A voice such as fresh as the taste from her lips. The soft touch of her fingertips. The smell of her fragrance. "The question isn't who am I? The answer is more so, where am I?"
The door was slid open. A haughty, shivering laugh crackled from the intercom. Izuku immediately ran from the office. The voice continued singing from the intercom.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star. You're my darling, yes you are!
Izuku ran to the hallway as the lights were flickering on and off.
Soon you want to marry me. Or, I'll hang you from the highest tree.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
As soon he pushed the metal doors, out came a figure.
There she was again, wearing her tight black spandex suit. She was sporting the same cat ears and a bell around her neck. She was holding onto a possibly detached tail. The spandex hugged in the right places. Her identity still remained a mystery as her face was covered with the same cat's mouth medical mask, and her sunglasses. Her hair was dark as the darkness.
"You're my darling, yes you are!" She immediately took hold of Izuku's flushed cheeks. Izuku wanted to scream.
"Shh! Shh! Relax! Don't panic! I won't hurt you," said the captor who was trying to calm Izuku. Izuku didn't budge. She slowly drew Izuku to her body, pressing herself to him. "There you go! That should calm you down a touch!"
"Who are you? What do you want from me?"
She continued stroking his hair, brushing his cheek. "You, of course, my love. You are my lover."
"But, I don't know you."
"Lovers can form from being strangers," she said calmly. "After all, this is a strange courtship."
"Could you at least tell me your name?"
She pulled her medical mask, exposing her lips.
"Call me Vix!"
She took Izuku by his chin and enveloped her lips with his. Izuku squirmed but he was unable to move. The captor took in the fullness of the kiss, bathing in the pleasure and ecstasy of her cinnamon roll. Rubbing her fingers through his hair, inhaling the softness of his rich hair, she had him where she wanted him to be.
"Or call me Vixen."
She furrowed her eyes, knowing what she had to do next. She continued kissing him as she reached for the syringe. She wished that it didn't have to be painful but she knew it would be short and sharp. She rubbed the nape of his neck before injecting the medicine.
"Or, call me your bride, your wife, the mother of your kits!"
It wasn't long until the kiss faded into darkness.
Once again, Izuku was back in the web of the Vixen.
Back in the loving hands of the Vixen. What will she do to him next? Find out in the next chapter!
To be continued….