“Shut up, Keiko. You may be our leader, and I have a lot of respect for you, but you are not my master,” Kira said to her. She then returned her attention towards the older woman. “Listen, I know who you are, and I know you’re sick. I am not an enemy. In fact, I am in love with your son. And he is in love with me. Right now, he’s in danger, and if you don’t tell me where he is, he may die. Do you want his death on your hands?”
Keiko narrowed her eyes at the Kira, watching her eyes fade to a normal color. She unsplayed her fingers and the black energy coursing through the woman flickered out. The older woman went limp and hunched her shoulders. Ayame moved quickly, her curly purple hair trailing behind her like a kite, catching Kaito’s mother before she fell.
For several moments nothing happened, then the older woman looked at Kira and smiled. “You must be her then. Kaito’s special someone. He went to the hospital to find you. He saw on TV that you had been shot, and wanted to be by your side.
“That might be a problem then,” Saya mumbled, causing everyone in the room to turn and look at her. She was watching the TV with the volume down. The rest of the girls crowded around her, except for Kira, who was stopped by Kaito’s mother as she grabbed her arm.
As the other girls watched the television, the older woman whispered something in Kira’s ear, something which caused her eyes to widen and glance towards the window.
“We are more alike than you know, Aimi,” Kira said in a low, barely audible voice.
The old woman nodded and looked her in the eyes. “I sense that in you. There is more to you - to all of you - than meets the eye. Take care of my son.”
Kira closed her eyes, mumbled something, and vanished.
Something the other girls had never seen her do before…
“What are all of you watching?” Kaito’s mother asked as she approached them.
None of the girls could speak. The scene on the television was too horrific, too chaotic: hordes of their people and creatures, straight from their world, were practically slaughtering the people from this world. They didn’t stand a chance.
Saya whistled, toying with her jumpsuit zipper. “I guess we tore some sort of rift to our world, and others came behind us. They must all be thinking the same thing we were - that this world is inhabited by demons and monsters. They don’t understand that it’s some sort of holiday here.”
Keiko stepped towards the older woman, who cocked her head and smiled. “Yes, young lady?”
“What did you tell Kira? And where did she go?”
“Four things, young lady. First, get that tone of authority out of your voice when you speak to me. You are not my leader. Second, my name is Aimi. Third, what I told her is between us. And lastly, how could I possibly know where she went? I suspect she went to find my son, though I cannot say for certain.”
Saya crossed her arms and shook her head. “Are you serious?! She went to save the pervert? Does that mean we have to save him too?”
Everyone looked to Keiko, who had her head bowed and her arms crossed. “We have no choice. She is Morituri. Our loyalty is to her before all others, regardless of how we personally feel about her. Her struggles are our struggles, her battles our battles. You all remember the oath. We all took it. And she is the most powerful amongst us. Which means…”
“We know what it means,” Saya snapped. “And so does she. Look, boss-lady, I know we all took a vow, but she’s chasing after a demon-”
“He is no more a demon than we are,” Keiko murmured, rubbing her scar. “and there is obviously more to their relationship than we know.”
Saya screwed her face up in confusion. “Say what?”
Keiko looked squarely at the athletic, super strong Morituri. “We have been lied to.”
Saya’s mouth dropped open, along with the rest of the girls.
Kaito’s mother simply smiled…
Death of Kaito
Toshiro launched himself at his best friend as the limousine hurdled through the air. “Kaito, look out!”
Kaito seemed completely unobservant as Toshiro slammed into him, sending him to the ground just in time to narrowly avoid the vehicular projectile. The vehicle slammed into a building several yards away and exploded in a ball of fire, sending metallic shrapnel everywhere.
“Kaito! Are you OK?”
“Yeah. Thanks. I owe you one.”
“What are friends for?” Toshiro answered glibly, “and I will collect.”
Several hundred feet away a large brightly colored cartoony creature, a creature obviously not from this world, grabbed a building and squeezed, causing it to collapse on itself. Kaito didn’t even look. It wasn’t the most bizarre thing he had seen since venturing out of his apartment with his best friend.
“The hospital is near, we need to hurry. God, I hope she’s there.”
Toshiro looked carefully at Kaito’s eyes. And then his face fell. “What are you not telling me?”
Kaito’s eyes focused on Toshiro’s. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I am talking about. There is something you are hiding from me. What is it? Something is not adding up here. You are acting too familiar about this girl - like you have-”
Toshiro cried out and fell to the ground as large dog-like creatures tackled him. Kaito blinked, swallowed, and looked past them. At their owner.
“Kaito,” the man hissed as he patted one of the creature’s heads and approached him. “Where is my daughter? My children smell Kira’s scent on you.”
Kaito quickly sized the man up. He was every bit the dark, enigmatic type: dark eyes, baggy black clothing, and long wavy red hair. One of his eyes was concealed by a black eye patch, and his general aura was dark and mysterious. Strange black energy crackled off him, like tiny ebony lightning bolts, and his children, the dogs that were holding Toshiro to the ground, had faces twisted with a mixture of insanity and hatred. Human-like faces.
The man grinned at Kaito’s obvious loss of composure. His smile made him look like evil incarnate.
“Fuck you,” Kaito sneered, balling his fists and stepping towards the man.
Kira’s father stepped back. “What? What did you just say to me?”
“I said fuck you,” Kaito repeated, taking a fighting stance. “Your daughter hates you, and so do I. Leave my friend alone or I will kill you. And where are the rest of the Negori? Hiding?”
The older man blinked several times, speechless. How would this young man possibly know how his daughter felt about him? And how did he know of the Negori? He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, then pointed at Kaito and narrowed his eyes. This boy knew too much.
A bolt of black energy shot from his fingers and pierced through Kaito’s chest.
Several things happened at that moment.
Kaito heard Toshiro scream, could hear the strange man laugh, and vaguely, almost as if he was in some sort of dream world, he could see Kira in the distance. Kneeling. Crying. He walked to her in a haze, the real world evaporating around him with each step he took, and placed his hands on her shoulders, lifting her up, lifting her chin.
“How - how are you here?” Kira hiccupped.
The real world completely vanished, leaving only the strange ethereal realm they shared. Kaito felt strange, out of place. He concentrated on forming the words he wanted to say.
“I don’t know. I was going to the hospital to find you. Toshiro was with me, then we…something happened to me…I can’t really remember. And now I’m here with you. Am I dead?”
Even as he asked the question, he knew the answer. Yes, he was dead. He was dead.
He was dead…
Enter the Negori
Everything was falling apart, Kira thought to herself as she appeared several feet away from Kaito’s body. How she managed to pull the teleportation spell straight from memory was a stroke of luck, one she would be foolish to attempt again.
Her thoughts halted as she took in the scene before her. Kaito was lying on
the ground, a smoking hole through his chest, her father several feet away from him. Toshiro, Kaito’s best friend, was attempting to fight off her father’s creations, strange dog-like abominations he favored over all else.
She knew instantly what had happened.
And she could feel her power building.
After all they had gone through to finally be together, her father killed him…
She fell to her knees beside him, pulling his body to hers and clutching him tightly, as if the strength of her embrace alone was enough to bring him back to life.
Her father looked down and crossed his arms, his face completely devoid of expression. His stoic mannerisms infuriated her. “Kira, this creature is not worth your attention. Come, let us - wait, what ridiculous manner of clothing are you wearing?”
He was talking about Kaito’s boxers, she knew, but even if she wanted to she couldn’t articulate a response. Instead, she snapped her head up and looked him square in the eye. Her father, and even a few of his strange demonic creations, took several steps back.
“Daughter, I am not going to fight you. Calm yourself. You are Morituri-”
“I know what I am far better than you, father. And I am going to kill you. You killed the love of my life!”
“Love of your life? You barely know that demon! How long have you known him? A few hours?”
“I’ve known him since I was a little girl!” She screamed at him, standing and balling her fists.
She felt strangely triumphant at her fathers stunned expression. It was quickly replaced with a frown, then a sneer. The dog-like creatures beside him began to surround Kira. Toshiro, finally free, leaped to his feet and rushed to her side. “Fine. Let us dance, dear daughter. And then after I best you I will take you home and-”
Toshiro interrupted him. “Kira - that is your name, right? You need to get Kaito to a hospital. There still might be a chance to save his life. I do not think he is dead, but if he continues to bleed out like that he will be soon.”
Kira nodded.
Kira’s father advanced. “I will not let you leave. If I wanted that creature alive, I wouldn’t have killed him to begin with, dearest daughter of mine.”
“Ain’t got much of a choice, old man,” came a voice from above. Saya’s voice. Seconds later the other Morituri, carried by the winged creature, landed on the ground, ready to fight. “Been a while since I had a good scrap. I can’t wait.”
“OhmygodthegroundIloveyousomuchIwillnevergoflyingagainIthoughtIwasgoingtodie!!!,” Hana blubbered as she fell to the ground and repeatedly kissed it. Saya shook her head and rolled her eyes, then reached down and, with one hand, lifted the diminutive blonde up.
Kira’s eyes flickered. “How did-how did you know where I was?”
“A little birdie told me,” Hana replied shakily. “like, literally. I had to keep asking the weird colored birds of this world to help track you down.”
“I can’t ask you guys to help me,” Kira said. She completely forgot about Hana’s talent to talk with animals. The perverted waif of a blonde barely used it, so it was easy to forget.
“We don’t need to be asked,” Keiko said in her typical leader voice, “and we definitely don’t need your permission.”
Kira tuned them out. Kaito was dying. Her friends - and Kaito’s best friend, Toshiro - might die if they faced her father. She had to make a choice. Her assistance would save one, but she couldn’t save both. Her heart hurt as the ramifications of each decision assaulted her mind. There was no easy answer.
She took one last look at her friends, at Toshiro, and then took Kaito into her arms and vanished…
Kaito woke to several strange sensations. The first was his head - it felt as if it was stuffed with cotton. The next was his chest - it felt like something was holding it tightly, as if-
“You’re alive.”
Kaito’s head whipped to his side, and he immediately regretted the sudden movement as it throbbed in protest.
It was Kira. Her large, bright green eyes were bloodshot, as if she had been crying for the past several hours. She was laying on the bed with him, her body pressed against his left side.
“So are you,” he said hoarsely, shocked at how rough and gravely his voice sounded, like there was a handful of loose rocks resting in his voice box.
“Ayame saved me. After I was shot I kind of influenced that winged creature to take me to your room. I wanted to be with you. I had to be with you.”
Kaito reached over and moved some of Kira’s long red hair away from her face. “You’ve been crying.”
Kira nodded and looked away. “Maybe. A little.” She then turned her gaze back on him. “Never do that to me again!”
“What? You’re the one that went and got yourself shot!”
“But you knew Ayame was with me! You knew I’d be OK! Who did you have with you? Toshiro? What was he going to do? He’s a nobody!”
Kaito looked towards the ceiling, frowning. “He’s my best friend,” he said quietly. “And you know that.”
Kira sighed. “I’m sorry. I know. I just - I could have lost you!”
When he turned to look back at her, there was a grin on his face. “You’re not that lucky. Besides, I lost my virginity to you. You’re stuck with me now.”
“I lost mine to you, too, you know,” Kira whispered, her face getting closer to his, “even though it didn’t go exactly as I planned it.”
“Yeah. I never thought our first time having sex would be an accident.”
“I wish we could have sex now,” Kira said, pouting. “But it would hurt you so much it would negate the pleasure. But, if I’m careful, I can still give you pleasure,” Kira purred, kissing him lightly on the lips and sliding her hand down his chest.
Kaito looked past her, to the room door.
“Taken care of,” Kira whispered right before she kissed him.
As she kissed him, she slid her hand underneath his hospital issued gown and grabbed his cock, which quickly grew erect in her small hand. She began stroking it slowly as she continued the kiss, as her tongue played and danced with his. She then broke the kiss and sat up, shuffling herself down to the bottom of the bed so her face was next to his erection.
"It looks so angry," she said, staring at it unblinkingly. "I've never seen one before. Do all of them look like this?"
Kaito was having a challenging time arranging his thoughts. He shrugged and grunted, his eyes fixed on the brightly colored female staring adoringly at his cock. Kira looked back at him and smiled mischievously as she bent her head down, licking his erection playfully. A quick lick on the head, another along the bottom of his shaft, then on the top and along the side. Quick, noncommittal licks, as if it were a lollipop that she was taking her time to enjoy.
Her licks soon morphed into something different, growing longer, more lingering, with more pressure from her tongue. After a while, however, that changed too. She began placing his cock head playfully in her mouth, popping it in, then out, licking, flicking, sucking, stopping...
Kaito felt his need to release rapidly building.
She made his feelings worse by taking a third of him into her mouth and rapidly stroking him, her sucking so powerful that her cheeks caved in. It was a strange contrast, her brightly colored face against his normal fleshy tone. She was a cartoon character come to life, and he, a real human; the contrast between them was amazing to Kaito, and served to turn him on even more. Especially erotic was her long red hair as she moved her head, as she attempted to siphon his sperm straight from his balls.
Kaito reached down and moved her hair to the side, watching her pleasure him. She was really getting into it, and he knew his orgasm was only moments away. He fought against it. He didn't want to cum so soon.
Kira unexpectedly stopped and hopped off the bed, standing up and quickly shucking her clothing. She then got back on the bed and swung her legs over him, placing herself in a 69 position. She took him back into her mouth, back in her hand, and K
aito, shocked, saw his first up close and personal vagina.
A brightly colored, cartoony vagina, but still, a vagina.
He raised his head and used his nose to play with some of her folds, causing her to squeal, even with his cock fully entrenched in her mouth. She had the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen, and he wanted to please her like she was pleasing him. Though he was in almost every way sexually inexperienced, he had watched enough porn to have a good idea what to do in this position. He just wasn't sure exactly how to do it.
It was time to learn.
He grabbed her thighs and extended his tongue, tasting her sex, placing it in between her labia and drinking in her salty tangy juices. But he wanted more. He wanted to completely taste her. He pressed his mouth completely against her sex and probed her insides with his tongue, and she cried out around his cock. He felt himself get even harder, thicker, and longer in her mouth as she squealed around it. Tasting Kira, seeing her most private, intimate of places, was catapulting him to orgasm.
The sensations of Kira's intense sucking, of her hand rapidly stroking him, of her other hand cradling his balls and gently massaging them, took him there.
He fell flat on his back and came, hard, and Kira drank in his emissions without letting any escape.
Kaito couldn't seem to stop coming in her mouth, and Kira, for her part, didn’t seem to want to let him. She continued to encourage him, stroking him faster, massaging his balls just a little bit firmer, and sucking his discharges out of him with more intensity than before.
He came more than he ever had in his entire life.
Once his orgasm subsided he reached out and grabbed Kira’s breasts, cradling them, squeezing them gently, testing their weight. Kira lifted her head up and audibly swallowed, then wiped her mouth off on her shirt.
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