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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
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| Namida | Feb 14 2009, 01:07 AM Post #1 |
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Namida was unpacking her bag, separating her female clothes from clothes for her ‘Tomo’ disguise. She hummed a small tune to herself till she came upon something she had forgotten about, a crimson head band lay forgotten at the bottom of her bag. she picked it up to find that the plastic bad under the thick velvety material had snapped, probably crushed when she had shoved her clothes in to roughly. “What a pity… I only got to wear it once.” She muttered turning it over in her fingers gently. “and even then I was the only one who saw it…” she suddenly felt a lump raise to her throat and her eyes seemed to sting somewhat. She wiped away forming tears as her mind slipped back into that day months ago. Nami rushed into the public bathroom marked with a pink female stick figure. She got a few strange looks from some blonds washing their hands at the sinks; but paid them no mind as she locked herself inside a stall. She smiled to herself happily; they were in America now far away from any yakuza. Nami began to change as quickly as she could, she had been dressing like a boy for god knows how long and it felt good to know she could finally be a girl in public again. She stuffed her ‘Tomo’ clothes back into her bag and walked out of the stall to the sinks. She couldn’t help but feel excited looking at herself; she wore a cream colored long sleeved form fitting shirt that ended at her hips, from below it a crimson pleated skirt peeked out, the hem line gracing the middle of her thighs. Only a few inches below the skirt her stockings began, they the same cream color as her shirt and looked rather nice in next to the dark brown leather boots almost reaching up to her knees. “he’ll be so surprised” she said to herself as she quickly applying a soft pink eye shadow to her lids making her silvery eyes stand out all the more. She the applied a bit of mascara, a touch of blush and a coat of a shiny gloss to he lips. She looked at her self again making sure it was all right. She frowned slightly touching her hair, there wasn’t much she could do with it that length but... she reached back into her bag almost hitting herself for forgetting that she had brought it, a headband the same color as her skirt. After sliding it on she checked again, perfect. “Kuro-san is going to be so surprised.” She said to herself happily walking out of the public restroom, and looking around to see if he had gotten their bags yet. Sure enough he was standing a few yards away both of their bags next to his legs. She began walking towards him intending to surprise him from behind when she noticed something, well someone. A tall buxomly blond was talking to Kuro in English far to fast for Namida to understand. Nami couldn’t help but look the woman up and down, she looked like Barbie doll come to life with her thick wavy blond hair, crystal blue eyes, and killer figure, not to mention she was dressed like some sort of movie star. Nami suddenly felt very childish, she looked down at herself. Her breasts were an A cup at the most, and her bottom was almost as non existent as her chest. She looked off to the side to see her reflection in a large window; she felt her face heat up. “I look so stupid….” She muttered pulling the thing off her head. Kuro hadn’t seemed to notice her yet so she quickly dove into a rather secluded corner in a shop. She pulled her jeans back out and slid them on over her boots and stockings. After they were secure she removed her skirt and put it back into the bag without anyone noticing. She would’ve removed her make up but she had kept Kuro waiting a while. ‘Not that he probably noticed…’ she thought as she approached him again. The blond was gone now but Nami was pretty sure she’d show up again later. “Gomen Kuro-san” Nami said forcing an embarrassed-looking smile “I can’t read English so good so I got lost” she lied forgetting that all the signs also had Japanese font on them as well. |
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| Kuro-san | Feb 14 2009, 02:12 AM Post #2 |
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As soon as they had disembarked from the plane and claimed their baggage, Nami had rushed off towards the bathroom, saying she would be right back. Kuro had merely waved her off, grumpy from the extremely long plane ride and lack of sleep. His mind kept playing back images of a few nights before, when in a moment of weakness Nami had climbed into his bed and he had nearly done something irreversible. For now, Kuro put a firm lid on any feelings he might have, determined to let her decide where they went from there, and until then, she was nothing but a traveling companion to him. Of course, there was no lack of temptation in Miami, Florida, especially since it was summer. As Kuro enjoyed the eye candy getting off the planes for their summer vacations, a tall blond woman approached him cautiously. He was standing outside of the women's bathroom, leaned up against a pillar facing the outside, away from the entrance to the restroom. Kuro tilted down his glasses a bit to get a better look at her, and grinned when she blushed in embarassment and walked up to him resolutely. "You are Japanese?" she said in horribly pronounced broken Japanese, holding her hand out for a handshake. He would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to draw attention to himself. The woman was definitely well endowed, as most American women tended to be. Forcing his eyes up from her ample chest, he met her eyes and smiled charmingly, taking his glasses off lightly. "Well, I take it you're not the man I'm waiting for, but a definite upgrade if I do say. Yes, I'm Japanese, my name is Kuro Kedamono, and who are you, beautiful miss?" he said in perfect English, taking the womans hand in his and kissing it lightly, brushing his lips gently across her knuckles. He let go of her hand reluctantly, his eyes dancing mischieviously, watching the blush creep from her face down her neck. He guessed she must not have a ton of experience in dealing with men, and a different kind of beast awoke inside of him rather than the usual one. After all, Kuro had been practically celibate since his encounter with Nami at the house that night, and his will was easily swayed. The woman stared for a second, her hand in midair, before she snapped back to reality and dug around in her purse in embarassment. "My name is Claudia, I'm from a talent agency here in Miami, I do scouting from time to time. Usually I only scout women, but I happened to be here on some business, and when I saw you I just couldn't help but think of how stunning you looked and..." The woman realized she was blabbering, and her blush got deeper as she realized what she had just said. She finally managed to pull a card out of her bag and held it out to him, her face down. "Please give me a call if you have a moment, my work number is there on the front, AH! and let me write my personal number," she said hurriedly, fishing out a pen, "I mean, not to call me personally, but in case you can't reach my number or something, I mean, you know," the woman stammered. Kuro calmly held his smile, his eyes never leaving her face, watching her write the number down shakily. He was about to politely decline her, when out of the corner of his eye he saw Nami come out of the bathroom. Of course, hardly anyone would recognize her in a skirt and make-up, but Kuro had developed a kind of sixth sense when it came to Nami. He could practically smell her unique scent when she drew near, and it never failed to capture his attention. Kuro didn't look her way though, and turned his attention back to the lady. "Under one condition, I will come to your company, but keep in mind that my traveling companion and I will only be in town for a few days..." he said to her, his smile dazzling. The woman probably would have melted into a puddle of butter on the spot if he had asked her to, but that wasn't what he had in mind. After the woman was gone, Kuro looked around, wondering where Nami had gone. He was sure he had seen her a moment before. Crossing his arms, he tapped his foot impatiently and looked at his watch to check the time.
Kuro turned towards her, his smile turning into a look of disappointment briefly when he noticed she had changed into jeans. His smile returned in the blink of an eye though as he picked up their bags and headed for the taxi landing. "Don't ever make me wait so long again. I haven't eaten since we left Japan, airplane food disgusts me. Let's get to the hotel and decide what we are doing from there. I spoke with the contact, our employer won't be ready to see us for a few days, and we may not even be staying in Miami. Might as well make the most of it while we're here," he said sweetly, an underlying tone of danger to his voice only few would pick up on. He whistling for a cab outside and threw their bags in the trunk, a little irritated that Nami had decided to wear jeans instead of a dress, but he would never let her know that. |
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| Namida | Feb 14 2009, 02:38 AM Post #3 |
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It seemed Nami had only succeeded in irritating the older man. "Gomenasai Kuro-san, it won't happen again" she promised. Nami sat beside Kuro looking down at her hands folded neatly in her lap. She felt so embarrassed, had she expected him to note her now feminine appearance? Too complement her? Her mind swam back to the blond goddess she had seen him talking to at the airport. She really wished she hadn’t put the make up on now; pink was such a girlish color. Suddenly nami realized something, or well realized she needed to ask him something. “Kuro-san…” she said looking out the window, “are we sharing a room or is it two separate rooms?” she asked him, memories from a few nights before swam through her head, kuro-san had almost been pushed to the edge that time, what would happen if they were to sleep in the same bed again? She looked down suddenly uncomfortable when she noticed something. Almost unconsciously Nami’s hands rose up and hovered above her chest. She clenched her fists and set them back in her lap. Who was she kidding Kuro wouldn’t be interested in a scrawny girl… “well either way it doesn’t matter much I suppose…” |
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| Kuro-san | Feb 14 2009, 02:59 AM Post #4 |
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Kuro glanced over at Nami and sighed audibly, running his hand through his hair and leaning up, tapping the driver on the shoulder. "Pull over into that rest stop over there," he said, pointing at an empty facility that looked like it had seen better days. There were no cars parked there and no one nearby. "We'll be back in a minute," he said abruptly, ignoring Nami's protests and the taxi drivers worried look. He grabbed Nami's arm, pulling her out of the car and leading her towards the men's bathroom, pushing the door open and pushing her inside. He closed the door to the large bathroom and leaned with his back against it, crossing his arms. "We have a problem," he stated calmly, his eyes on Nami. "You and I both know we can't go on like this. I have a job to do here, and while I said some things the other night, we need to clarify this here and now. Like it or not we will be staying together for the next few months, it was your decision to come along, not mine. As of right now, you are my younger sister. As far as anyone else is concerned, that is how I will introduce you. As soon as we leave this bathroom, I want you to forget the other night. I was weak, and I said some things I shouldn't have, I crossed a line that I should not have crossed." A horn honked outside as the driver started to get worried. Kuro glanced momentarily towards the door and uncrossed his arms, moving out of the way of the door. "What is said here, and what was said that night, will forever stay in the past once we leave this room. If you have anything to say, say it now, otherwise we need to get going," he said, his voice strained a little. He knew this was for the better, and he didn't want to have to worry about tip toeing around her the entire trip. He would squash his feelings for the sake of his sanity. Edited by Kuro-san, Feb 14 2009, 03:01 AM.
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| Namida | Feb 14 2009, 03:36 AM Post #5 |
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Namida had been surprised to say the least when Kuro drug her into a men’s bathroom. Her heat raced as she looked around ‘surely he’s not going to… not here’ she thought eyes wide in a mixture of horror and nervousness. Then Kuro spoke, those cruel, cruel words. Nami seemed to be in utter shock as he spoke, one question ringing in her mind. “Why?” she hadn’t meant to say it aloud but it escaped anyways, the own meek sound of her voice driving her over the edge. She couldn’t even hear what he said towards the end of his speech, she was to busy trying to fight back the inevitable tears. Finally one ran down her cheek, ‘I can’t… I won’t let him see me cry’ she thought diving towards the door, it was lucky for her Kuro was so tall she dove under his arms and was already running down the street by the time he turned around. Te cab driver yelled something to her but nami didn’t understand his English. She ignored Kuro’s calls and kept running down the side walk, she didn’t care that this was another country and that she barely spoke the language,. She had to get away from him for now at least, she couldn’t bear to see a pitiable look on his face as she cried in the seat next to him. Soon enough she came to a beach, she was in a rather rocky area so it wasn’t so crowded. She walked up to where tide came in and crouched down. She took handfuls of the salty water and used it to wash the make off. Soon enough her face was make up free. She looked around her surroundings and felt her heart sink a little more. She had escaped but now she was lost, she had no idea where she was, where Kuro was, or where the hotel was at. “oh no……” |
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| Kuro-san | Feb 14 2009, 09:32 AM Post #6 |
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Lost Himself
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Kuro stared at the door, his face a mask of stone as the scene replayed itself in his mind over and over again. Shutting his eyes, he carefully stamped a lid down on any feelings he may have had, opening the door and walking out of the bathroom. An almost visual black aura rolled off of him as the beast inside of him gleefully sat near the surface of his consciousness. He was purely in control, but he would use the beast to control his emotions at the same time. The sky seemed to darken a bit as he stepped out of the bathroom, and clouds slid in smoothly as if by magic. This had nothing to do with Kuro of course, rain in Florida was not an uncommon thing, and it was extremely sporadic. The timing was just impeccable. One thought rolled through his head the entire walk to the car. You've lost her for good. The rain was sheeting down by the time Kuro stepped into the car, not even bothering to wipe his face. Such was the aura of menace, the taxi driver could do nothing but stare at this apparition who had stepped into the car. Rain dripped frmo his bedraggled hair, which had dropped into his eyes. "You going to go after the girl?" the man said, staring at Kuro incredulously. His eyes didn't even register the small black gun whipping out of Kuro's jacket, cracking him smartly across the cheek. One of his teeth shattered, and his ears registered the click of the hammer as the barrel was shoved directly up to one of his eyeballs. "Next time I want your fucking opinion, you fat American trash, I'll fucking ask for it. Now drive, you damn monkey," he said. The voice coming out of his mouth sounded guttural and dark, completely unlike the voice that had accompanied the man and woman before. The taxi cab driver turned white as a sheet and spun around in his seat, the engine roaring to life and the tires spinning on the pavement on his hurry to accomplish his task. Kuro pulled his phone out of his sopping coat, along with a small card. Dialing the number, he listened for it to pick and and without any introduction, began talking. "It's time for that favor. West Beach," he said simply, hanging up the phone. He knew she would understand what he meant, and he leaned back in the seat, letting his mind wander as he headed for their hotel room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Claudia stepped out of the car on West Beach, now dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, the best she could do at the time. When Kuro had called, she had been just about to sit down for dinner in her apartment, and she had rushed out the door. Biting her lip, she looked around, wondering how she was supposed to find what she was looking for. "Hey mommy, why was that weird looking girl crying and scrubbing her face at the water?" a small girl said innocently to her mom. Her mom merely quieted her and rushed her towards their car, probably trying to get out of the rain in a hurry. Claudia looked up, wondering why she hadn't brought an umbrella, but in a hurry. She wasn't sure what she would find, but she knew it probably wasn't good. The mysterious man at the airports voice sounded dangerous, and she worried for the girl she was supposed to find. Claudia took off running towards the beach, looking around for a moment before seeing the very obvious Nami crouching near the water's edge, washing her face in the briny water. Claudia cringed, thinking that the rough water could not be good for her skin, and walked towards her, bringing out a small towel specifically meant for cleansing the face. Claudia sat down with a thud next to the girl in the dampening sand, handing over the towel silently, not looking at her. If she wanted to talk, she would, and the girl looked like she needed someone to talk to. Claudia ignored the rain, after all it was Florida, and in the summer even when it rained it stayed a comfortable 80-90 degrees. The sun-warmed sand felt good on her bottom as she pulled her knees up and rested her chin on them, staring out into the ocean. She gave the girl as much time as she wanted to compose herself. Edited by Kuro-san, Feb 14 2009, 09:36 AM.
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| Namida | Feb 14 2009, 12:00 PM Post #7 |
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Nami sat near the water’s edge wiping the tears from her face as they slid down her cheeks mixing with the salt water from the sea. “Kuro….. Bakayaro…” she said bringing her knees up to her chest. She hadn’t even noticed the rain that had begun falling soaking her clothes and causing them to stick to her uncomfortably. She also failed to notice someone had taken a seat next to her until they held a cleansing towel out for her. “arigotou…” she said wiping her face with it, at least her skin felt better. “ah…. Sorry…. Thank you..” she said slowly in English remembering she wasn’t in Japan any longer. She turned to the person who had been so kind and felt her heart sink once again. It was the blond Kuro had been talking to in the airport. So he had her phone number after all. Nami stared at her a moment almost completely dumbstruck, the hurt feelings began to subside into ones of anger. She made herself up for him only to have him dump her in a filthy public restroom then he sends his latest woman to come bring her back. She clenched her fists, they began shaking. She suddenly stood and tossed the dirty towel onto the ground. She looked down at the woman obviously hurt before walking away angrily. ‘How dare he!? Stupid insensitive bastard, playing games with me for his own twisted amusement, who the f@%$ does her think he is?’ she was visibly shaking with rage. “Ugh why did my first kiss have to go to him?!” she demanded aloud in very angry sounding Japanese. |
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| Kuro-san | Feb 14 2009, 12:39 PM Post #8 |
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Lost Himself
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Claudia sat there a second, before busting out laughing as the girl stood up and threw down the towel. She now realized what the situation was, and the feelings of worry washed away from her. She was afraid the man had done something crazy like rape the girl or something, but now she felt relieved.
The woman's laughter stopped as the girl stormed off, and Claudia felt a bit of irritation flit through her head. She stood up, brushing herself off angrily, and caught up to the girl easily, her long legs closing the distance. She grasped the girl's arm, spinning her around, slapping her soundly across the cheek. The sound of the slap echoed across the beach, and Claudia lowered her stinging hand, wondering briefly if she had made a mistake. This girl had to have a bit of strength herself, to be able to stay around a man like Kuro. From the sound of his voice on the phone, she shuddered to think of what he might be like when he became angry. "You remind me of a spoiled brat," she spat out angrily. "I don't know what happened, or what kind of a man he is, but women would kill to be in your shoes. Correct me if I'm wrong, but he doesn't sound like the type of man to cart around just any woman all over the world." She ripped a card out of her wallet and grabbed the girls hand, slapping it into it. "My name is Claudia, I work for a talent agency here in Miami, one of the top in the nation. I made a deal with Kuro at the airport, he agreed to model for a few photo shoots as long as we included you in them. Now I don't know exactly what kind of relationship you have with him, but I have a job to do. He called me to come and get you." Claudia dug out a small envelope and shoved it under Nami's nose. "He also told me to give you this if anything happened, and for some reason you were seperated. In here is a plane ticket back to Japan, should you want to use it, and a checkbook. I took the liberty of looking at the checkbook, and let me tell you, theres more money in there than I could make in a lifetime." Claudia looked away from Nami, not able to admit she was a little jealous. She had only just met Kuro, but he was an attractive man, and she had to admit she was probably one of those women who would love to be in Nami's shoes. "Seems to me you're misunderstanding him pretty badly," she grumbled. Her driver waved to her from the entrance to the beach. "So are you coming? I will take you to either the photoshoot or the airport, you decide." she said, secretly hoping the girl would choose the airport. |
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| Namida | Feb 14 2009, 01:22 PM Post #9 |
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Nami stared wide eyed at the woman, her hand slowly reaching up to her cheek. ‘she hit me…’ she thought. The bimbo then went on about working for a modeling agency and how Nami was being spoiled and that many women would kill for her position. Nami then looked down at the envelope she pulled out the plane ticket and ripped it in to tiny pieces letting them fall onto the beach, she shoved the checkbook into her back pocket and smiled up at the women pleasantly. “You stupid f@%$ing b!t₵h.” She said in a sickly sweet tone before harshly slamming her fist into the woman’s irritatingly perfect face. The woman fell down onto the sand obviously not expecting this sort of action from the petite Asian girl. Nami stepped over her and grabbed her by the hair lifting her face close to hers. “Listen here you stupid bimbo, I don’t give two shits about your precious little company nor do I plan to model for you in any way, I mean for one how could I with this?” she asked pointing to a small cut on her cheek from a ring the woman must have been wearing. “how dare you speak about Kuro as if you know him, trust me living with him isn’t all glitz and glamor, nor do you know my situation so before you mouth off acting all high and mighty why don’t you at least grasp the kind of situation your in” Nami then drug to woman to her feet before letting her hair go to grasp her face instead. “also you will take me back to Kuro, neither of us are going to work for you understand? Our bosses wouldn’t like that much. Don’t even think about refusing either. You do and I can promise you that this pretty face of yours won’t be so pretty after I’m through got it?” she let the woman go and stepped back a bit crossing her arms. She waited patiently for the woman to lead the way, her icy stare promising much worse should the woman do something stupid. |
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| Kuro-san | Feb 14 2009, 05:31 PM Post #10 |
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The woman sat on the beach, a crooked smile on her face, staring ruefully at the little girl. "Well, this is enough for now I guess," she said, standing up and brushing herself off. Her voice had practically change, now a bit huskier than before, exuding femininity. The woman shook out her hair, pulling it up behind her head in a ponytail, all business now. "Let's go now, Namida Somoto, aka Tomo. Mr. Kedamono is waiting." The woman walked towards the car, her steps confident. An aura of maturity came from her, and she allowed a bit of a swagger to slip into her step. Upon reaching the black sedan waiting at the top of the hill, the female driver handed Claudia a towel with a large embossed crown superimposed by a large H, the sign of the Hongou Corporation, Kuro's employer. The woman looked back at Namida and winked slyly at her, waving her towards the car. "You going to stand there all day or come get warm?" The driver waited patiently in the rain, which had slowed to a light mist, with a towel for Nami. Claudia stripped down to her bra and panties as if it was second nature, and stepped into the back of the large BMW. The interior was dark, a heavily tinted glass separating the back and front. Two steaming hot cups of coffee awaited within, along with a small tray of assorted glazed fruits. Whenever Nami decided to get in the car, Claudia would offer her the coffee and fruit, waving at two small containers of sugar and creamer, with small crystal spoons to portion and stir. "You should get out of those clothes, we don't want our employee's getting sick," she said with a business-like air. "Sorry for the act, but we only hired Mr. Kedamono for this operation, so we were quite surprised when two of you disembarked the plane. Mr. Kedamono explained the situation, but I wanted to see for myself what kind of woman you were." Claudia carefully applied moisturizer to her bare skin, talking while she worked. "I am curious why you were at the beach crying though. Mr. Kedamono assured us that the two of you had no connection romantically. We refuse to allow our employees to have inter-work relationships, as it tends to create problems. Since you know of us, from this day forth you are considered an employee of ours through Mr. Kedamono," the woman explained, eyeing her appraisingly. "Although if its just physical I can definitely understand that, there are no rules about having sex as long as it doesn't interfere with work." During the conversation, the car wound its way through the streets of downtown Miami to a large glass skyscraper, the crown symbol on its face. Kuro crouched near the front door, dressed in his Wo Shing business suit and glasses, his hair slicked back on his head. A feral snarl dominated his face, his eyes glinting like black pools of death that seemed to suck up the sunlight around them. A cigarette hung from his lips, a small pile at his feet. Anyone knowing Kuro for any amount of time would recognize this behavior, and most likely immediately turn around and leave. The beast was almost fully in control, the man known as Kuro having retreated into his own consciousness for the sake of work, smashing all of his emotions but those needed for the job. Claudia whistled wondrously, staring at him as he stood up when they arrived, his muscles coiling underneath his suit like large snakes. "That doesn't even look like the same guy I met at the airport. S-c-a-r-y," she intoned quietly. Claudia had her reservations to begin with, but now she knew why her boss had hired this man from the secretive Triad in Japan. "Okay get out of my car," the woman said briskly, shooing the girl towards the door. "I need to go home and get dressed so I can get back to work. Keep the towel if you want, I don't care." When Nami didn't move fast enough, the woman sighed loudly, reaching over her and pushing open the door, practically pushing Nami out as well. "It's very obvious that you're completely dependent upon him, so go apologize for being a brat before he ends up kicking you out on the streets. Hurry up, I'm freezing," the woman said. Edited by Kuro-san, Feb 14 2009, 11:07 PM.
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| Namida | Feb 14 2009, 11:40 PM Post #11 |
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Nami was more than just a little surprised by the recent course of actions. She had reluctantly followed the bitch into the car and sat there soaked and glowering. Her un-amusement plainly showed on her face in an ironically cutesy kind of way; her brows were furrowed, starlight eyes down cast, her soft pink lips forming a pout. She sat there shivering slightly from being cold.
Nami glared at her “all my clothes are with him.” she said. “What you think I should just strip down to my panties too?” she asked as if the idea was utterly ridiculous even though her cream shirt was almost completely see through anyways, her light blue bra standing out as if it was illuminated. She looked over at the woman once more who seemed to be perfectly fine. With a sigh she undid and pulled off her jeans, they were soaked through and kept getting colder by the minute; stupid air conditioning. She left her shirt on though, it was made of a thinner material so it would dry much faster and she really didn’t want to be so exposed. ‘Thank god I kept this on’ she thought, grateful that she had chosen a long top that reached down a few inches below her bottom. Nami glared at the woman as she chattered on about work; even now she seemed to have this ridiculous air of superiority. Nami considered punching her in the face a second time, it’d be oh so satisfying to see little miss special here lying on the floor screaming to the pain of a broken nose.
Nami narrowed her eyes, the woman was sizing her up. She could feel her eye twitch in irritation. She really, really wanted to hit the bitch again. “I’m nothing more than Kuro’s latest pet project, guess he decided to give sheltering the homeless a try. And no I’m not f@%$ing him either, he likes your type after all, not interested in a ‘kid’ like me.” speak of the devil, he was standing there outside the building smoking. Nami blushed slightly, he had changed into a more business like attire.
Nami sighed, scary huh? Nami could think of another S word that would describe the way Kuro looked right now. Nami’s mind seemed to wander off at that moment, in fact she didn’t become aware that the woman was talking again until she had already been pushed out of the car and onto the street. “huh?” she looked up as Claudia tossed her a towel and slammed the door shut. “what the hell…” Nami said standing up as a breeze blew through. Nami shivered a bit, her shirt wasn’t completely dry yet, but it wasn’t see through anymore unless you looked for the blue on her chest. For some reason her upper thighs felt pretty cold too, she bent a little to rub the chill away with her hands when she realized something. Blondie had been so preoccupied with her own clothing matters she had driven off with Nami’s baggy ‘Tomo’ pants. A sense of panic rose into her for a moment, as she envisioned herself being arrested for indecent exposure. She looked down at herself and sighed. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed, really the shirt was long enough to pass a mini dress of sorts, especially since she still had on the high stockings and boots. Nami looked over at Kuro standing near the building, there was no doubt he had seen her and was probably watching her from behind his dark glasses. She swallowed a lump forming in her throat, maybe he wouldn’t be too mad? She hoped so as she made her way towards him. she couldn’t look him in the face so instead looked off to the side rubbing the back of her neck nervously, even when she reached him standing only a few inches away she stared at the ground at Kuro’s feet. “Ah… Gomenasai Kuro-san.” She quietly said standing before him with her arms behind her back, and head slightly titled. Subconsciously she bit down softly on her lower lip another nervous habit. |
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| Kuro-san | Feb 15 2009, 12:46 AM Post #12 |
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Kuro felt his body start shaking the closer Nami got to him. Droplets of water shone as they dripped down her bare skin, and his sharp eyes easily outlined her petite figure silhouetted by the shirt. A different beast started to awaken within Kuro, this one no less dangerous than the last. His eyes glowed, and the cigarette fell out of his mouth as he stood up, examining her closely. "Even after I told you all that, you still act like that. Fine, I'll make it so you'll never forgive me," he said in a guttural voice, the beast close to the surface of his consciousness. To the dismay of onlookers, he brutally reached down and jerked her off of her feet, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of grain. Kuro ignored whatever protests she would have had, one hand over her ass, pinning him to her in a vice-like grip. He stalked through the hotel lobby, various people whispering and pointing, wondering what was going on. A timid looking security guard approached them from the elevator, one hand on his hip, the other held out towards Kuro. "Sir, p-p-please stop, that's indecent, and I don't think she wants you to...," the man stammered. Indeed, Nami's butt was practically parading around for everyone to see, right next to Kuro's face. Kuro inhaled deeply and an inhuman look crossed his face. "GREAT ISN'T IT!" he yelled at the man, laughing like a maniac. Kuro felt practically intoxicated, the last wall of his control broken. The man attempted to put his hand on Kuro's shoulder, but only succeeded in brushing across Nami's thigh. With a snarl, Kuro palmed the guy's face, slamming the back of his head into the wall without breaking his stride. The man slid limpy down towards the ground, his eyes looking dazed. As the elevator dinged, Kuro waited impatiently for the people inside to get out. A plump, elderly lady was having a tough time getting her dog to walk out, a small poodle who was determined to stay aboard. Kuro snarled once more, pulling the woman roughly out of the elevator and punting the tiny mutt across the lobby to land smoothly in the fountain by the entrance. The elderly woman screamed as her poodle yelped with glee in its flight, landing with a loud splash. As the door shut on the smiling Kuro and the screaming Nami, stunned observers merely stood there, unable to take their gaze off the elevator door. The tiny poodle swam around in the fountain, chasing tiny goldfish, yelping happily. No one moved for several long minutes before the hotel came out of his office, clapping his hands nervously. "Thank you everyone for witnessing our theatrical groups showing. Everything was planned, and we hope you come back next week to see his juggling act! Three poodles at once!" the man said, picking the poodle gently out of the fountain, who promptly bit his hand. Several nervous claps echoed around the room, but most were too stunned to even breathe. Kuro practically launched himself out of the elevator on the top floor, which only opened to one suite with a key, which only the tenant and the supervisor had. Unfortunately for anyone who wanted to come into Kuro's room, the supervisor was on the other side of Miami supervising a photo shoot, and would be unreachable all day. Kuro leaped across the room and tore into the bedroom, throwing Nami heavily onto the bed, his breathe coming ragged. "I'm tired of pretending," he said roughly. "You know why I always slept with big breasted, slutty women? Because they were the exact opposite of you," he said around gasps of air. "I wanted to respect your wishes, and didn't want to risk attacking you by accident. Well I'm tired of it. I know you want me, I can smell it when you're around me, when I touch you, when I look at you. No more games. I've wanted you since that night, I haven't been able to get you out of my head," he said, a serious look on his face. This was Kuro talking now as much as it was the beast. Kuro reached down and roughly tore off her flimsy shirt, throwing it across the room. Leaning down, he kissed her neck right above her collarbone thoroughly, knowing it would leave a kiss mark. "You're mine now, no one else will ever have you. You know you want it. Tell me. Tell me you want me," he said huskily, tearing off his shirt, his sweat glistening on his skin mere inches from her. He leaned down once more, this time aiming to kiss her mouth, his hands starting to move on his own like a master puppeteer. In his rush, Kuro didn't notice the gun he had left on the nightstand of the bed, mere inches from where they were now laying. |
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| Namida | Feb 15 2009, 02:19 AM Post #13 |
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Nami hadn’t even noticed the land mine she had stepped on until it was far to late. Before she knew it she was over Kuro’s shoulder, her bottom would have been exposed to the world if his hand hadn’t been firmly grabbing it. she blushed several shades of red and began pounding on his back to let her down, assuming he was joking with her. Oh how wrong she was. As kuro made his way through the lobby she began to realize he really wasn’t the man she had been living with up until then, wasn’t the man she had flown to America with, and wasn’t the man who had told her that they’d be better off as pretend siblings. This Kuro was a stranger to her, and he was far more dangerous than any yakuza. “Kuro…hey this isn’t funny anymore… Kuro…. Put me down … please? Kuro… Kuro… KURO” Her pleading fell onto deaf ears as he made his way to the elevator, a security guard tried to help her but kuro merely kicked him unconscious before entering the elevator and closing the doors on her last chance to escape. Tears stated to fall down her cheeks as she did nothing but sob, she was actually scared now. It seemed like an eternity and yet it seemed like no time at all before the elevator doors opened revealing a lovely high class suite, the kind only a tenant and a special staff member would have a key to. Nami noticed that Kuro seemed to move with almost inhuman speed across the room, though she figured her own fear may be tricking her. Soon enough she was on the bed kuro before her looking completely insane.
She couldn’t even begin to think of a reply before the sound of ripping cloth assaulted her ears, her shirt now a shredded pile of cloth on the ground. It was funny in a twisted way, she had worn it seeking his approval that morning, now mere hours later it lay shredded almost symbolic of how the thing she had sought was not as enjoyable as she thought it would have been. She looked wide eyed at Kuro as he descended upon her, his lips on her skin brought back memories of that night together weeks ago, she had become scared and said no but it seemed that was no longer an option here.
She tried to protest, she tried to push him off her but it was like trying to move a statute, he didn’t even seem to notice at all. She whimpered fighting back more tears as she still feebly attempted to reason with him. “Kuro please… plea-“ she was cut off by his mouth clamping down over hers. She could feel his hand on her forearm now which caused her to look off to the right, momentarily he pinned her right hand down but his fingers soon slid back up her fair kin towards her torso. Then she noticed it on the night stand, a gun, it was within her reach too. Instinct took over and she reached for it, but stopped. Her hand hung in the air for a few seconds before retreating onto Kuro’s shoulder. She closed her eyes and another few tears slipped from the corners only to be lost in her hair. She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t hurt him. his demand replayed through her head. ‘Tell me. Tell me you want me’ there was a break in the kiss and Nami took a shaky breath. “I want Kuro-san…” she said eyes half lidded. ‘I want the Kuro who held my hand and said he loved me, not you, not this.’ She thought before looking up at his face, but she never said it. |
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| Kuro-san | Feb 15 2009, 07:37 AM Post #14 |
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Lost Himself
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The words resounded through the air, and Kuro let out a triumphant howl, leaning down to her face, mere inches from hers. "It's about time you were honest to yourself," he said gently, kissing her eyes, her nose, her mouth, her chin, and continuing onwards. Nothing could or would stop him now. Kuro took his time, intending to savor his meal. After all, they didn't have to meet the contact for two more days, which left plenty of time to do whatever they wanted, and Kuro intended to make sure that time wasn't wasted. Kuro only stopped one more time, the beast in him subsiding a little more now that his meal was unresisting. His clear eyes met hers and he smiled, kissing her softly and passionately once more. "I hope you'll forgive me one day," he whispered against her shivering skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Several days later, the air wafted into to room, rustling tattered curtains and stirring random papers on the floor. The bed was a mess of shredded sheets and blood, among other fluids, and one of the bedposts swung lazily in the air, cracked in half midway down. There was scratch marks in the wallpaper all across the room, the drywall gouged in some places. The nightstand lay in a twisted heap of wood on the floor, along with various other pieces of furniture. Every room of the penthouse suite looked the same, as the supervisor walked through it carefully. It looked like the scene of a horrific murder, and when he found the girl laying on the one piece of furniture that wasn't a mangled mess, he was stunned for a moment. The cleaning ladies went to work efficiently, ignoring Namida laying on the sofa. Apparently they were used to this kind of business, disposing of all of the SSrefuse. The supervisor wondered how this girl had survived the last two days alone with this man, but figured it would be better not to ask. No one had been able to interrupt them, and they had never left the room. Room service had been met at the elevator and promptly turned away after getting what he needed, and all contact had been severed until today with the two. Claudia had attempted to contact Kuro several times, and even got the supervisor to let her in, but had been promptly thrown out on her ass. Kuro had let nothing interrupt the last two days. Surprisingly, the supervisor didn't see any bruises or lacerations, other than various kiss marks pockmarking her skin. Of course, the girl was covered up, but from the devastation of the room, the man was sure that he would find her dead or within inches of her life, not sleeping here soundly, as if she didn't have a care in the world. Claudia walked up behind the supervisor, her heels clicking on the floor softly. She was dressed now in a business-like two-piece suit, the dress reaching to just above her knees. "Is she okay?" the woman asked softly, staring down at Nami. The supervisor nodded his head, and Claudia pointed at the door with her thumb, nodding her head. "Let me deal with this, some things just take a woman's touch," she told the man. "Yes, Mrs. Hongou," the man said, bowing at her deeply, backing out of the room, ushering the cleaning ladies with him. Claudia waited until the door clicked in the hallway, and reached out, stroking the girl's face softly. "I know you can hear me so listen to me for a second, you don't have to respond. Kuro left this morning for his assignment in New York. He told me to put you on the next plane wherever you wanted when you woke up," she said quietly. She dropped a small briefcase on the floor and put the key to it in Namida's hand. "This is my apology to you, I feel a little responsible for putting you in this situation. Contained in here is your passport, a change of clothes, and enough money to live off of for awhile, or travel, or whatever it is you decide to do." The woman stood there briefly before bowing her head and walking towards the exit, stopping once with her hand on the doorknob. She looked back at Namida thoughtfully before saying, "I'm pretty sure I know what you will do, but there is a car waiting downstairs to take you wherever you want to go. The driver is my personal one, and is very discreet. He has been told to assist you in any way possible, and even I won't know what you do from here on. Good day Miss Somoto," The sound of her heels clicking down the hallway soon disappeared as the woman entered the elevator, and left. The breeze blew silently through the posh suite, dancing over the ruined areas, stirring a small airliner tag on the suitcase marked: Kuro Kedamono 254 New Street, apartment 12 New York City, NY 17564 |
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| Namida | Feb 15 2009, 05:24 PM Post #15 |
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The whole thing felt rather surreal at the time, Nami’s head a violent storm of mixed emotions that blew her thoughts all around. She couldn’t even really find the right words to describe what had happened, what Kuro had done to her. She lay on the couch he left her on, a thin white sheet covering her sore naked body. She could feel the warmth from the sunlight shining past the pieces of tattered fabric that were once curtains. Some where a window had been opened, she could feel the breeze cool her skin and push gently against the light cloth covering her. Her eyes roamed around taking in what she could see without moving her head; it looked as if a wild beast had been let loose, overly restless after spending along time in a tiny cage. She looked down at her own right forearm that lay resting beside her, the palm facing up and her long delicate looking fingers curled slightly as if holding something invisible. Her fair skin seemed to almost glow in the light making the hand print like bruise stand out quite noticeably. An image of Kuro’s large hand holding her two wrists together flashed though her mind. She closed her eyes and let it pass; it really wasn’t that bad anyways, a few bruises here and there, all of them no more serious than a bruise you’d get from bumping into a coffee table. And still she had to ask herself, was what he did so wrong? She tried again to find a word to describe what had happened. Rape was the first one to pop up but she quickly dismissed it. That wasn’t right, she didn’t feel like a rape victim, nor did Kuro act like he was raping her during the time of the actual act. The devastation of the room begged to differ but really that wasn’t what had happened. He hadn’t tried to incapacitate or restrain her in any way, he never sought to harm her, all her bruises were purely accidental, and for the most part he didn’t even speak to her in a degrading or abusive way. She took a deep breath and released it shakily as images ran through her head like a film. In all honesty after the expected and inescapable first time pain subsided it had actually felt good. She really didn’t want to admit it but she found enjoyment in seeing his desire for her, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he spoke at the time making you feel as if somehow he was commanding you and pleading with you at the same time. She had, to a point, liked it, she liked that it was him, that he had lost control over her. She shifted onto her side and winced slightly as her lower body protested against the movement. Her blank look turned into a small frown, after she had dismissed rape ‘making love’ came to mind but was just as quickly rejected. No matter how kind or gentle (for kuro that is) he had been, the fact remained that he had carried her against her will into a room, ripped her clothes and forced her into that situation. Sure after a while it had felt good, her body had responded as one would expect it too but even so she still felt dirty, ashamed and humiliated. Her body, while not in bad shape, was still sore; enough so that she still found it somewhat difficult to walk or even stand. With the first two eliminated that left the terms ‘one night stand’ or ‘FWB’ in her mind, but that wasn’t right either. It hadn’t been just sex for sex; there were feelings and emotions there, desires that went deeper than just physical attraction. Wasn’t there? She was different then the women he usually laid with… right? The sound of people entering snapped her out of her thoughts; she quickly turned to face the back of the sofa wrapping the sheet around her body tighter. Some time later Nami sat up on the sofa holding the sheet close to her body. She looked down at the luggage key in her hand not entirely sure of what would be the right thing to do. She climbed up off the sofa somewhat relieved to see she could now stand again, leaving the sheet behind she made her way into the bathroom with the suitcase. Somehow it had survived for the most part for the past few days, the only damages were a torn down shower curtain rod, a huge crack in the porcelain tub, and a spot in the above the sink mirror where someone had apparently punched it. The mirror was rather large so there was an un-cracked part large enough for nami to look at herself in. she grimaced slightly at the sight of her body; the numerous kiss marks were quite noticeable against her light skin, not to mention they were almost everywhere. Her arms and legs were for the most part bear, only an occasional one here or there, but along her chest, neck and inner thighs there seemed to be too many to count. As if the kiss marks weren’t enough to have cover there was also some bruising on her hips, ribs, and inner thighs. She sighed, “you had to do this during the hottest time of the year to didn’t you?” she said aloud not looking forward to the layering required to hide it all. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Around ten or twelve hours later nami found herself in New York, luggage in one hand Kuro’s address in the other. After some time she was finally able to summon up a taxi, unfortunately the Hispanic behind the wheel new little English and nami knew even less. After an extensive game of charades and a rather long car ride though traffic the petite Japanese girl found herself in the lobby of a rather nice apartment building. She walked up to the front desk and looked at the bald man standing behind it. “can I help you….?” He asked eyeing her up and down, nami really looked out of place in her usual boots, a pair of tattered jean shorts reaching down to her knees, and a pink and black stripped long sleeve layered under a black baby doll tee with kanji written down the side in lime green. “Ah…. Need go room... this room.” She smiled at him holding up the slip of paper with Kuro’s address written down. The man’s eyes moved from the paper to nami’s face (particularly her bright blue eye shadow) then to the kiss marks on her neck she had been unable to hide, Then back to the paper. He typed something, from the reflection on his glasses nami guessed Kuro’s information. He then held out his hand as if expecting something. Nami was utterly confused, was she supposed to pay him? Of course nami had no idea that she needed to show the man her ID before he could Call Kuro’s apartment. She looked at him confused before pulling out a wad of hundreds left to her by Claudia. She looked at the strange paper bills. ‘Is this the same as a hundred yen? But I’ve heard American money is worth more so maybe not?’ she awkwardly pulled out two hundreds and laid them in the man’s hand “me go now? Up room?” The man then made a sort of disgusted look before saying something into a walkie talkie. Suddenly a large man with a caterpillar eye brow grabbed nami by the shoulder. He was wearing something that kind of looked like a policeman costume so nami quickly deducted that this man was a security guard of some kind. “Me go room now?” she asked him wondering if he was going to help her find Kuro’s place. “Another hooker?” one-brow asked baldy. The man waved his arms irritated. “Just throw her out, nasty street walker.” Nami looked back and forth between the two men; she only recognized the words ‘her’ and ‘out’ but that was enough to realize they weren’t taking her to Kuro. Needles to say she didn’t take it well. Before long there was lots of commotion as nami yelled angrily in Japanese at the security guard who was now running out of breath from chasing the angry Asian. “I TOLD YOU TO TAKE ME TO KURO KEDAMONO YOU WORTHLESS IDIOT.” finally the guard grabbed her and lifted her off the ground as she repeatedly yelled “Baka-yaro” at his face kicking her legs like mad. Edited by Namida, Feb 15 2009, 06:10 PM.
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