Full Metal Panic Fan Fiction ❯ Field Training ❯ Chapter 1 - Tokiwa ( Chapter 1 )

Field Training

 

By: A-Z Mk II

 

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“Tokiwa, I need to speak with you.” said the young man standing next to the girl in question. Blinking, the glasses-wearing girl turned to look at him. The two had just watched Kaname Chidori leave the room. It was unusual for Souske to speak to anyone without jamming a gun in their face, so it caught the best friend of the girl he usually guarded off balance.

“You want to talk to me?” she asked him, blinking. “Sure, I guess.” She agreed. This just has to be about the way Kana's been acting since Fuwa re-appeared. Why else would he want to talk to me? She bet herself. Souske considered something for a moment, then spoke.

“Do you know if there is something wrong with Chidori?” he asked her, his tone as serious as ever. “For instance, has her family been kidnapped? Or maybe someone is blackmailing her? Do you know if she's gotten mixed up in drugs or crime?” Tokiwa just shook her head.

“It isn't that, Souske.” She said. He frowned. “Why so curious, anyway?” she wondered. The young man considered that for a moment.

“Earlier today, I was ordered to bring order to the class. I judged that a smoke grenade would be the most efficient means, so I deployed a smoke grenade.” He frowned. “Chidori just opened a window and told me not to use any more grenades in class. She usually hits me with her fan or goes into a rage and screams at me for several minutes. Her actions today and for the last two days have been unlike herself.” He concluded.

“You noticed, huh?” muttered Kyoko.

“Hmm. It is possible that someone is pressuring her to gather information on the activities of Hayashimizu and the Student Council Secret Account activities of late.” He mused. The girl he was speaking with stared at him blankly.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, confused. What's this about secret accounts? I know he's a war otaku, but this is getting ridiculous! She thought to herself. Looking at his face, she knew that his mind was already moving down the wrong path. Sighing, she knew that she better step in before he made a mistake so big that Kana would never forgive him.

“Hey, Souske?” she interrupted his thoughts, touching his arm. Blinking, he looked back down to her. “What are you doing this Sunday?” she asked him softly, watching him closely.

“There are no operations planned as of yet.” He replied. “Why?” he asked her. She braced herself for the next step. Still, he's handsome enough - in a dark, dangerous, freaky way. She found herself thinking. Mentally shaking herself, she moved ahead.

“Meet me at the station nearest my house at nine thirty Sunday morning, and I'll show you why Kana's been acting strange.” She said quietly. Sagara nodded, his arm twitching like he was about to salute her.

“Roger that. Oh nine thirty hours at station closest to your BoO.” He repeated back. Having no idea what BoO was, she just took his reply to be agreement, and moved on.

“Um, do you have any street clothes that don't scream `military'?” she asked him, dreading his answer. After a moment of consideration, he slowly nodded.

“Affirmative.” He said slowly. “Part of my kit was packed by my associates, and they included a set of civilian clothing for more formal occasions.” He said, sounding a bit unsure.

“Oh?” asked Kyoko, interested in this tidbit of information. “Do you mean a suit?” she asked him. Wow! For Souske to sound so unsure of himself is shocking! Kana'd probably fall over if she heard him sounding like this! She thought, amazed at this side of the stiff young man.

“Correct.” He agreed simply. Tokiwa nodded to herself. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her. “Hey, what color is the suit?” she asked him. If he has one that matches, we could dress alike and look like secret service agents! She thought happily.

“Black, with a white shirt.” He replied. Tokiwa smiled.

“Perfect.” She purred. Hearing the bell chime, she grabbed her things and headed out. “Remember, nine thirty!” she called back to him.

“Roger that!” he confirmed his orders. Swiftly collecting his things, he made his way toward his next class, already mentally composing his daily report on this new development.

 

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Aboard the hyper-tech sub De Danaan, a platinum-haired teen sat in her chair in her private cabin, reading the daily report from her subordinate charged with keeping an eye on a Whispered candidate code-named `Angel'. As usual, it was formal, concise and blunt. As far as reading went, it was about as boring as reading an ingredients list off a bag of rice. Still, Tessa always made it a point to read each daily report in her cabin. Her best friend and confidante knew all too well about the girl's crush on the Sergeant assigned to guard the Whispered candidate.

Hearing a knock on the Captain's private cabin door, Tessa looked up. “Yes?” she called out.

“Sergeant Major Mao, ma'am.” Came the muffled reply from outside the door. Touching a button on her desktop phone, she unlocked the door to her cabin. A moment later, her best friend stepped into the cabin, closing the door behind herself.

“Yes, Sergeant Major Mao?” asked Tessa. Bringing herself to attention, the older woman saluted before handing Tessa a thin report.

“Sir, the pre-ops checks and provisioning are complete. Urzu team is prepared to initiate operation on your command, Captain.” She reported. Tessa scanned through the three pages swiftly, before letting it drop to her desktop. Mao could read her Captain and friend like a book.

“Permission to speak freely.” She said, still at attention. Tessa blinked at her.

“Granted.” She said. “As a matter of fact, let's just be Tessa and Melissa for a bit. I could use a little advice.” She added. Mao relaxed and snagged a chair with her foot as she settled into the chair in front of the smaller girl's desk.

“What's wrong, Tessa?” she asked her friend. Tessa leaned back in her high-backed chair, her grey eyes studying the ceiling in her quarters.

“Well, it's not that anything is necessarily wrong, you see.” She began. Melissa waited patiently. “It's just Souske's latest report on `Angel' indicates that he and one of Angel's prime associates are going to monitor the subject while she is on a date.” Said Tessa, sighing. Mao's eyebrow rose a bit.

“Souske wrote that?” she asked, surprised. Turning her laptop around, she motioned to the screen. While Mao leaned forward to read the report, Tessa went on.

“Not in so many words, but that's what it sounds like. I mean, what else would Angel be doing on a Sunday afternoon?” she explained. Leaning back, Melissa had to agree with her captain.

“Yeah, it seems that way.” She agreed. Still, Souske has no fucking clue that this is a date. Man, I understand that he grew up in a very hostile place, fighting a gorilla war against invading armies since he could barely carry an AK47, but damn! When the hell is he going to loosen up a bit and notice girls?! “Worried about him being around Angel and this other girl, or worried that there will be an incident?” she asked her friend.

“A little of both.” Admitted Tessa. “He can sometimes over-react to common situations, and while I doubt that he realizes the situation is sensitive, he must realize that being alone with a girl is different, right?” she hoped.

“Well, I would agree with you, Tessa,” began Mao, “but I think that you and I both know that he doesn't have a clue when it comes to non-combat interaction with the opposite sex.” She pointed out gently. Unwillingly, Tessa nodded.

“Yes. You're right.” She sighed. Mao moved to head off a session of `why doesn't he notice me?' from her friend. We've covered that ground far too many times already. She thought to herself.

“What's the prime like on this foray of Souske's?” she asked her captain. Shaking herself free of her thoughts, the girl turned the laptop back around and tapped on the keys for a moment before a new file came as. Turning the laptop back around, she motioned to the screen. Melissa leaned forward again. “Kyoko Tokiwa, huh?” she read, noting the picture of the girl. Large glasses, a friendly expression, and open, honest eyes met Mao's considering gaze. “She's Angel's closest friend, I see.” She read a bit more. “You shouldn't worry too much, Tessa. She seems a good choice to ride herd on Souske's instinctive need to solve every situation with firepower.” She said, chuckling a bit.

“Yes, but I doubt that he will listen to her.” Said Tessa. “From your earlier reports, he doesn't listen to any of the civilians but Angel.” She noted. Melissa nodded.

“True, but he has been learning to at least consider their input before pulling the pin.” She noted. Both women were silent as they considered that. Before they could resume their conversation, the phone/intercom on her desk chimed.

“Captain, we are changing heading for the AO. Please report to the bridge.” Came the voice of Commander Mardukas, her first officer. Touching the button to reply, she answered him.

“Understood, Commander. I'm on my way.” She said, rising from her chair. Mao did likewise.

“Well, time to get this started.” She smiled at Tessa. Tessa nodded back. Before they reached the door, Mao gave Tessa's shoulder a friendly squeeze. “It'll be fine. Promise.” She said.

“Thanks, Melissa.” Said Tessa softly as the door opened, and the two were once more Captain and Sergeant Major. Saluting her friend, Mao made her way to the hanger deck, an idea to help her young officer forming in her mind.

 

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“Tokiwa.” Said Souske simply, appearing at the girl's side. Flinching, Kyoko turned to look up at the man next to her. Damn. He looks good in a suit. She thought, surprised. She herself was wearing a female-cut black suit with a white shirt and black tie, and the two matched, right down to the dark sunglasses the wore. Since she only needed her glasses for reading, she had tucked them into the inner pocket of her suit.

“There you are.” She said to him, her heart calming a bit. “You look good, Souske.” She said honestly. He just stared at her.

“I…do?” he wondered. “It's impractical to try to fight in such an outfit.” He noted. Kyoko found herself smiling at him.

“These aren't for fighting.” She said. Or rather, not for the kind of fighting you do on a regular basis. She silently amended. “Think of this as a dress review.” She said, having a bit of inspired insight. Souske's eyes widened a bit.

“Like a Captain's Review.” He said simply. Tokiwa nodded.

“Exactly.” She said. Whatever the heck a `Captain's Review' is! “Anyway, we should be going now. We can't let Kana get too far ahead of us.” She said. Souske nodded.

“Roger.” He said. She led him to the appropriate train to take them to the amusement park where Kana was meeting her old flame, noticing the attention they were getting from the other passengers. Maybe I should have worn a nice dress. Or that skirt and blouse I was thinking about this morning. She mused. Suddenly, she froze as she realized what she was thinking. This isn't a date, Kyoko! You're here to try to help him and Kana both, so why are you thinking about dressing up like that? Besides, that skirt is kind of short. Even if it does look good on me, it would give Souske the wrong idea. She told herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by the otaku. “Tokiwa, we seem to be attracting some attention.” He said to her in a soft voice.

“It's nothing, really.” She assured him. He frowned.

“Perhaps this was not the correct choice of outfits.” He mused. Looking around, he noticed the way that other people were dressed. “We would most likely blend in more if we were dressed more casually.” He noted. Tokiwa inclined her head.

“Maybe.” She agreed. “Tell you what, Souske.” She said. “Next time, I'll wear a skirt and blouse and you can wear your shorts and a tee shirt, ok?”

“Affirmative.” He agreed, seemingly missing the point. Kyoko opened her mouth to continue, but closed it without speaking.

“Ok.” She agreed. Silently, the two made their way to the park and found a nice position to watch Kana on her date.

 

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As the day progressed, Tokiwa had found herself experiencing the life that Kana must lead with Souske around all the time. First, it was the conclusion that the old flame was from a rival school, seeking information from Kaname in her capacity as the Vice President of the Student Council. Her protests that they attended a regular school seemed to slowly erode his confidence in that scenario.

Next, the man was a criminal leading her on for his own gains. Tokiwa had had a harder time with this one, but finally got him to admit that since Kana had arranged this meeting with him, it was unlikely that he was manipulating her. Once this had settled into his mind, he had grudgingly admitted that he might be mistaken in the assumption that the man was a criminal.

“He could still be a drug pusher, though.” had been his next move. Tokiwa had grabbed his arm when he pulled out a cut-back shotgun, apparently intent on `questioning' the man in a manner that would make a Nazi SS officer blush. “He could be attempting to endanger her, Kyoko.” He protested as she pulled on his arm.

“Do you want Kana to hate you for real, Souske?” she asked him, pulling on his arm. I didn't realize that he was this strong. She thought, feeling his whipcord muscles under her hands. “If you go out there now, she'll never forgive you.” She warned him.

“But…!” he began. Kyoko managed to get him turned so he was looking at her directly.

“Look at her, Souske.” She commanded him in her best Kana-voice. “Does she look like she needs your help right now?” she challenged him. Turning to survey the situation, he was silent for several minutes. Silently, Kyoko waited, hoping for the best.

“I was mistaken.” Said Souske, abruptly turning away from the two, who were sitting at a small table, enjoying a frozen treat. “She is enjoying herself. It doesn't matter who she is with, as long as she is safe.” He said. Kyoko felt her heart twitch at his words.

“Souske.” She said softly. I didn't want you to have to see this, but you seem to be taking it ok; so far, at least! Thought the girl silently. Like the rest of the school, she thought that Souske was madly in love with Kana, and his odd behavior was just his way of showing it.

“The mission is complete.” He said. “Surveillance ends here. Initiate escape plans and rendezvous at school at oh eight fifteen hours tomorrow.” He muttered to himself. Kyoko put her hand on his arm.

“I'm sorry, Souske.” She said softly. “But I knew you wouldn't understand it if I just told you. You see, he went to junior high with her, and she had a crush on him the whole time.” She elaborated. Souske nodded stiffly.

“Understood. He's just a really good friend.” He said. Deciding to let it go at that, Kyoko tried to soften the blow a bit.

“Hey, Souske?” she asked. When he turned to look at her, she went on. “Do you want to spend the rest of the day with me?” she asked him. “It would be better than just staying home and staring at the walls, wouldn't it?” she prompted him. He considered that.

“I…” he began, only to be interrupted by a loud, drunken shout. His eyes snapped back to the table, where three drunk men were harassing Kana and her date. Souske's eyes narrowed and his lips twitched into a thin, dangerous smile.

“What are you planning, Souske?” wondered Kyoko. He turned to her.

“I'm going to protect her, of course.” He said. “No matter who her friends are.” He added. Kyoko's breath caught in her throat.

“Souske.” She breathed. “That's so sweet of you!” she said warmly.

“It's my job to do so.” He said, preparing to surge forward and engage the three drunkards.

“But if you go out dressed like that, she'll know we've been spying on her!” protested Kyoko. Souske froze, looking around desperately. His eyes fell on a useful item.

“It's not a problem, Kyoko.” He said confidently. Kyoko's eyes followed his gaze, and her jaw dropped open. He can't be serious! she thought.

 

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Kyoko sipped at her drink. “He was serious.” She mused, smiling a bit. Her digital camera had many pictures for her to download that night. It had been odd to see Bunta-kun beat down three drunk Yakuza goons as if they were common hoods. She giggled to herself. Seeing him stomp on that one guy's nuts was something to see! I hope the picture of that came out ok! She thought.

Still, he was currently being pursued around the park by the security people and the owner of the costume. She had lost track of him a while back and was about to head on home when a sweaty Souske slipped into the chair next to her. He had ditched his jacket and tie, his white shirt open and sweat-soaked. Looking down, she could see a hint of the gun he packed sticking up a little at the small of his back. “That was harder than I had imagined.” He mused. Silently, Kyoko offered the obviously-thirsty man a drink from her cup. Nodding, he drained about half of it before handing it back to the girl.

Kyoko had taken another couple of pulls before she realized that sharing a drink with him was practically a kiss. Blushing a bit, she tried not to think about it. “So, are Kana and her date safe now?” she asked him. He nodded.

“Yes. Kana assisted me in eluding the pursuit of the enemy, and she and her date went home ten minutes ago.” He reported. The girl blinked.

“On the first date? I didn't expect that of her.” She mused, forgetting that Souske was sitting next to her.

“What on the first date?” he wondered. Kyoko felt herself blush more.

“Ah, it's nothing!” she said, waving off the question. “Nothing at all!” she repeated. Souske considered that for a moment before shrugging it off. Beside him, Kyoko slowly sipped the last of her drink. Surely she wouldn't! Not Kana! She refused to believe it. He must have meant that they went to their own homes. That's a lot more like Kana. She decided. Still, it kept tickling the back of her mind, and finally, she decided to just ask. “Did they go home together?” she asked Souske.

“Affirmative.” He said. “They boarded the same train and Kaname said she would be taking him home.” Said the man. Kyoko's mouth hung open. “What's wrong, Tokiwa?” he asked her.

“It's just…” she paused, considering the young man. Maybe he doesn't care, but I bet he doesn't know what that means. She thought. “Souske, do you know what it means when a girl takes a guy home with her?” she asked him. He nodded.

“It means that she will assist him in returning to his home.” He said. Her head dropped forward.

“Thought so.” She murmured to herself. This just put her in a quandary. If she told him what she was talking about, he would be hurt. But, if she didn't clear it up for him, he might accidentially bust in on Kana and her crush in bed and make an incorrect choice. What now, miss busy body? She asked herself.

“Kyoko?” came his voice, sounding a bit concerned. Turning to him, she smiled.

“I'm fine.” She said, standing and tossing the empty drink into the trash. “Will you walk me home?” she asked him. He nodded.

“Yes.” He agreed. Stepping to his side, the two headed for the exit to the park as the last of the sunlight faded from the sky. As they drew closer to the gates, Kyoko spoke.

“Souske, have you ever had a girlfriend?” she asked him. He frowned.

“I have several female friends.” He replied. Shaking her head, she clarified herself.

“I mean, have you ever dated a girl?” she asked.

“Dated?” he asked, telling her all she wanted to know.

“That would be a `no', Souske.” She supplied. For a few minutes, she was silent. Finally biting the bullet, she resumed the conversation. “Hey, Souske?” she said. Seeing him look at her, she continued. “You know about sex, right?” she asked him. He nodded. That relieved her a bit. “Well, when a guy and a girl date, they usually end up being lovers.” She continued her awkward explanation. He considered this.

“I see.” He said a little later. “So, if Kaname dates someone, then she might have sex with him?” he surmised. Kyoko nodded.

“Yes.” She said.

“Fortunately, she isn't dating anyone right now.” He replied, sounding relieved. Kyoko bit her tongue to keep from telling him that what he had been watching all day was a date. A date with Kana and Fuwa, no less! “I am not sure how I would be able to manage my mission if that were the case.” He mused. Beside him, Kyoko closed her eyes. You should learn to keep your nose out of her business, Kyoko! She thought to herself. Now look where you are! Still, you know you can't just leave it like this. Not when he just told you he didn't know if he could handle her having a lover. For the first time, she wished her friend were there so she could slap her.

“Souske, would you come over to my place? Just for a bit?” she asked him, opening her eyes and looking up at him.

“If you want, Tokiwa.” He agreed. Silently sighing, she slipped her arm through his as they walked.

“Yes, I want you to, Souske.” She said. “And could you call me Kyoko instead of Tokiwa?” she asked him.

“I…yes.” He said. She nodded to herself.

“Thank you, Souske.” She said. That will make it a lot easier. She thought to herself. Just then, there was a chirping from his pocket, and he pulled out a strange-looking phone.

“Excuse me for a moment, To…I mean, Kyoko.” He said, stepping a few steps away, phone to his ear. Kyoko watched him. Well, it could be worse, I guess. She thought to herself. He's not too bad. Fit, healthy and nice enough in a psycho kind of way. She felt herself smiling broadly. I wonder if what the girls say about military men is true. She wondered. Still, this isn't how I pictured it would be. Not even close. Frowning, she considered her visions of the way that the planned events would have unfolded. It's not like I was planning on saving myself for marriage or anything, and most of the girls have been doing it for a while now. In fact, I think that Kana, myself and Orin are the only virgins in our group. That thought gave her pause. Well, make that Orin and myself. Kana's probably not one by now, anyway. She saw him put away his phone and step back over to her.

“All done?” she asked him, linking their arms again. He nodded.

“Affirmative.” He said. Surprisingly, she felt a sense of excitement as she and he entered the train station to return to her house. Souske settled next to him on the seats. Holding her breath, she took his hand in her own, watching him out of the corner of her eye for his reaction. Other than a slight catch in his breath, he was impassive.

The trip to her home was silent, and there were relatively few people on the train. During the trip, Kyoko had relaxed a lot, though she was still very excited. That excitement grew stronger as she led him to her building. Though not too far from where Kana lived, she figured it was far enough to make sure he didn't hear anything that might end up with him seeing Kana in bed with her old flame. Arriving at her home, she unlocked the door and entered, calling out for her parents.

When no one answered, she told Souske to make himself comfortable on the couch while she stepped into the kitchen and checked the table. Sure enough, there was a note there from her parents. Her mother had been called in early for the training seminar that had been scheduled for next week, and her father was busy at the office with the latest project. His note told her that he would be there all night and most of the week ahead. Her mother's note told her that she would be attending the seminar for the next three days in Kobe. The house was hers.

Thanking her lucky streak, she grabbed a beer from the refridge and handed it to Souske, telling him that she would be right back after she changed. Taking a beer for herself, she stepped down the short hall to her room and slipped inside. After a calming breath - and a sip from the beer - she began to swiftly change out of her suit. Once she was down to her bra and panties, she considered her options. “Well, what next?” she wondered aloud. She had several options open to her. She could just walk out in her underwear, or she could put on a shirt, or she could actually get dressed again in something sexy.

“Like I have sexy clothes running out of my closet.” She muttered, scratching that one off the list. As a relatively modest girl, she had very few `sexy' outfits - unlike Kana, who had several sexy outfits. After another sip of the beer, she decided that the middle approach was likely the best one, so she reached back and unclipped her bra, discarding it before pulling on a large shirt. With the shirt covering her panties, she swiftly checked her room over. After all, I'm going to be bringing him here in a bit. She thought, straightening a couple of things up turning back the bed. Taking another sip of her beer, she opened the door and exited her room.

Returning to the living room, she found Souske standing by the glass door to the patio, watching the city lights, his beer in hand. Kyoko studied his profile for a few moments. He's really handsome. She thought. Her groin tingled a little. “What are you doing, Souske?” she asked him, stepping to his side.

“I was watching the lights.” He replied easily. “I can almost see Kaname's building from here.” He noted. Kyoko decided it was time to move on. “Let's go sit down.” She said, pulling the drapes closed on the window. The two moved back to the couch. Sitting down beside him, she set her beer on the coffee table. “Do you know why I asked you to come over?” she asked him, feeling her face turn red.

“Yes.” He replied. She blinked at that.

“You…do?” she asked him. He nodded.

“You told me earlier that a girl takes a guy home after a date.” He informed her.

“Um. Yeah, that will work.” She replied. Good thing he has done this before, I suppose. She thought. “And you remember what I said about…sex?” she asked, her blush returning. He nodded. “We…um…can start whenever you want.” She offered, shifting a bit. Souske set his beer next to her beer.

“What do you wish to do first?” he asked her, his tone a bit tight. Kyoko considered that question for a moment. Finally deciding on starting basic, she answered his question.

“We could kiss some.” She suggested. Souske nodded. Thanks to the fiasco with Mizuki, he had some minor experience with kissing. Leaning over to the girl, he carefully kissed her, remembering what Kaname had said about kissing a girl. Though tentative and clumsy at first, the two soon found a comfortable compromise, with Kyoko's arms around his neck and his hands on her sides. For the next half hour, the two steadily made out, the heat building swiftly between them.

When Souske began to pull her shirt up, she backed away from him a little, panting as she did so. “My bedroom.” She panted, getting up from the couch shakily. Pausing to drain her beer, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Closing the door behind them, she turned to look at Souske. He was watching her intently, almost hungrily. Smiling a little, she grabbed her shirt and tugged it over her head, leaving her in just her panties. Stepping over to him, she began to unbutton his shirt.

As she did that, his hands instinctively returned to her breasts, now bare and inviting before him. He eagerly explored them. Kyoko knew that she was smaller than Kana up top, but not by too much. A single cup size separated them, and two centimeters in the chest was all the difference in their sizes. While Kana's were full and soft, yet resilient, her own breasts were slightly conical shaped, her nipples slightly larger than Kana's. Forcing her mind away from her friend, she concentrated on getting Souske's shirt off.

Once she had the buttons undone, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders as he let go of her for a moment, allowing the shirt to drop to the floor of her room. As soon as it had, his hands were back on her breasts, and she leaned into him, her lips seeking his. God, he's so strong and manly! She thought deliriously as she felt his tongue caress her own. From the heat and moisture between her legs, she was sure that her panties were soaked with her juice. Face tilted up to kiss him, she draped her arms around his neck, her lips sealed to his. His arms released her breasts and crossed over her back, his hands falling to her firm ass as he pulled her tight to him, his erection poking her in the belly.

As the soft moans and gasps filled her room, the couple moved clumsily toward her bed. Near the edge of it, Kyoko managed to pull back from the kissing, looking into Souske's eyes, giggling at the lust she saw there. If she had looked in the mirror, she would have seen the same lust in her own eyes. Leering at him, she grabbed his belt and set to work on his pants, noting the large tent at the zipper. As she worked, she felt his hands on her head, caressing and stroking her. It wasn't until he began to pick at the rubber bands securing her braids that she realized that she still had her hair braided. By the time that she had his belt unbuckled and his pants unfastened and unzipped, he had her hair loose and was combing his fingers through the shoulder-length strands. “Beautiful.” He whispered in reverent awe. Kyoko shivered at his tone.

With impatient haste, she tugged his pants over his hips, leaving him in just his boxers, which, she noticed, had a small wet spot at the height of the tent. Looking up at him, she touched his member. He hissed as he drew in his breath at her soft touch. “Like that?” she mumbled, grabbing a handful of boxer at either hip and tugging them off, his hard member springing free to slap her belly as she did so. “Ah!” she gasped as she felt the silky-smooth, warm dick slide against her belly.

His hormones doing the thinking, Souske grabbed her panties and with a single jerk, tore them off her. She gasped as he did so, the small, delicate article of clothing being tossed into the corner as he pulled her to him for another kiss. The sudden, forceful move by him sent a wave of electric pleasure through her. He's so decisive and commanding! She thought, feeling her pussy drool at the thought. Leaning into him, she met his kiss hungrily.

The unexpected movement on her part caught him off guard and he over-corrected, toppling them both to the bed, Kyoko under him. After a split second of surprised stillness, they both began to frantically arrange themselves. Within moments, Kyoko was holding her knees apart as he situated himself above her. Panting like they were running a marathon, the two hormone-crazed teens fought to satisfy the burning need in their animal minds. Pushing forward, Souske missed the mark a little, and Kyoko reached down to assist him. Feeling her wet, warm entrance against his throbbing tip, he shoved into her full length in one shot, both of them crying out in pleased surprise as their groins met.

Kyoko had torn her hymen in gym class years before, and had been masturbating for the last two years, so there wasn't a hymen to be worried about, though she was not used to being stretched so much, so quickly. While there was some pain, she was so aroused that it didn't matter to her at all, her lust fueling her desire to the point that her pleasure literally consumed what little pain there was. Later, she would be glad that Souske was of a somewhat normal size and not a monster, though right then, it felt like she had a bat stuffed in her hungry pussy.

Never in his life had he felt something as good as pushing inside Kyoko. So soft! So warm! So slick! Was all the thought he was capable of before his needs overtook the last of his rational mind and he began the instinctive moves buried within his very cells. Swiftly, he built to a furious pace, slamming into her as she wordlessly urged him on. In what seemed like milliseconds, and was in fact only a few minutes, he buried himself as deep as he could and felt himself dump his cum into her greedy womb.

When she felt the warm spurt deep in her passage, Kyoko succumbed to her own orgasm, her inner muscles going crazy before tapering off to random twitches. Panting and sweating, both of the lovers lay still on her bed. After almost ten minutes, Kyoko felt his relaxed member slip from her as he managed to roll off of her. Feeling satisfied but exhausted, she turned to smile at him. “Mmm. That was good.” She said, her words a bit slurred as she began to fall asleep. “See you in the morning.” She added, snuggling up to him happily. For a couple more minutes, Souske digested what had just happened. He had just had sex with Kana's best friend. Still, he didn't feel bad about it. Besides, Sergeant Major Mao told me that Tokiwa was in charge of my activities today, and that I should follow her directions as if they were from Mao herself. He smiled a bit as his eyes closed. I have to admit that this field training exercise is more enjoyable than most. With that thought, he fell asleep, his arms around the slim form of the girl who had just given him her virginity.

 

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Aboard the Tuatha De Danaan, Mao was humming to herself as she secured her M9 after another flawless - if completely pointless - mission in MITHRIL's on-going quest for world peace and order. Beside her, Kurz was securing his own M9. “What's got you so happy?” he asked her.

“Nothing.” Replied Mao innocently, remembering her coded burst transmission to Souske earlier. She had had to wait until she was clear of the De Danaan's interference fields before she could burst-radio him, and she had waited until after the mission was finished to radio, just in case.

“Man, it's a pity that Souske couldn't be there with us.” Mused the blonde pilot. “Those old tanks were a hoot to finish off, and that lone RK92 had to be piloted by a fucking moron!” he said.

“Funny.” Shot back Mao. “I had a hard time telling the difference between it and you.” Kurz grimaced at her.

“Funny.” He replied. “Still, pity he had to miss it.” Mao smirked.

“Oh, I doubt that he missed it.” She said. “Besides, he has other priorities.” She added. She and Kurz fell into step as they headed out of the hanger deck.

“Oh?” wondered Kurz. “Like what?” he wondered. Mao leered at him.

“He had some field training.” She replied.