Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Kitana Hiketsu ❯ Omoidasu ( Chapter 1 )

Kitana Hiketsu

A/N: All characters belong to me, as does the plot.
Rated: RContent: language, mature theme, rape, bondage, violence, yaoi, occasion gore, abuse, angst, killing, OC pov, yuri

Races
Kitsunes: fox youkai. Hanyou: half breed; this can either mean partially human and youkai or multiple youkai. Ningen: your typical human. Lycanthropes: part were wolf and the other part may vary; i.e. were-panther. Feys: these are your fairies. Necromancers: those that summon the dead; genus doesn’t bind them so their field is pretty much open. Witches: females that can cast spells and crap; once again they have no assigned genus. Wizards: males that can cast spells no genus. Trolls: your big ugly stupid creatures. Vampires: your nightly blood suckers though once they reach a certain age light and coffins aren’t a problem along with things like holy water and crosses. Canine youkai: your typical dog demons, yes werewolves are canine but this entails something a bit broad. Feline youkai: you cat demons. Hemolysin: this is something I researched; no hemolysin aren’t real youkai but if you research this word you kind of get where I’m going with it.

Part 2:

Chapter 1:



Omoidasu





Kaoru’s POV

I think I’m going crazy. My name is Kaoru Masaaki. I’m sixteen as of three days ago. It was a small party of three. My mother, a middle aged woman who can be over eccentric about me at times; my new step-father, a spiteful man whom I believe has no love for my mother; and me, a confused, depressed boy whose father just died not even a week ago.

“Have you got all your bags packed yet, Ruru?” Reika, my mother, hollers up the stairs as she heads for the car. She’s a small woman; in height also, but I mean personality-wise, kind of a push over so to speak. That’s why it’s hard to believe that she’s been cheating on my father for the past ten years.

I look at the mirror at my reflection as I hear Arima, my step-father, and my mother talking about wedding plans. I guess I’m not your average looking boy in a way, at least not your average human-looking boy. High pale cheeks, pouty pink lips, big corn silk eyes surrounding black cat-like pupils. Hesitantly I raise my hand to snow-white tresses; tangled and matted. As my hand slowly continues its trek to the top of my head, I can’t even stifle the gasp that escapes my lips as it reaches its destination; soft snow-white fur on top with smooth pink hairless under. Kind of like a shaven rabbit or something. I give a sharp tug and my head rolls in pleasure while my mouth opens in an 'O' shape giving out a silent moan.

“Ruru,” my mother’s voice is hesitant and close, a shaky whisper almost. She probably saw me tugging on my ears and feels disgusted; disgusted she ever had a son like me probably. I let my hand drop to my side and turn to face her with a fake plastered smile.

“I’m sorry hahaoya-san. I got side-tracked with my dull looks. I thought I’d try something different with these wretched appendages of mine,” I try to sustain a mock, cheery voice as I once again tug on my ears, but in a painful manner this time. She frowned at me in disapproval. I think she hates me more and more everyday she sees my face.

“Just put a hat on and let’s go. Your chichioya is complaining that you’re taking too long. You know he won't like it if you’re wasting his time with those things,” she frowns one last time and leaves the room. I can see the hatred in her eyes. She really despises me at moments. She actually used to love me dearly, I’m sure. Of course it was hard to tell because when she first started cheating she took all her anger out on me; I’m pretty sure its because I look just like my father. Now she just hates me because Arima and the Sadami family hates me, hates us, hates monsters. The hate I see in her eyes sometimes scares me and I forget she’s my “small” mother.

I heave a deep foreboding sigh as I gently run my fingers through my tangled mess of a hair, scraping my ears with my nails. I cringe as I examine them in the mirror. They’re pinker than normal at the base of the inner flap. Seems like even a weak monster like me has a little strength. I rub my fingers soothingly over them as I head into the bathroom. Pictures clutter the mirrors in here, pictures I will never see again after today. I might as well take one really good last look at them since I’m prohibited from bringing them along with several other things along. Why might you ask that I’m not allowed to bring pictures? Well I guess for strict youkai hating, one-tracked mind parents; pictures of all the boys and girls you dated wouldn’t be exactly harmless, especially if those people were one of the reasons you were leaving an entire state for.

“Kaoru! Get your damn ass down here and let’s go! I want to beat rush hour and can’t do it if you’re playing with yourself!” I blush deeply and hold my cheeks. One time, just one time he catches me masturbating in front of a girlfriend and he acts like I do it all the time.

“I want to take a shower! We don’t have to leave right now. Give me a break! You had me packing all night long! The least you could do is allow me time for a shower,” I slammed my fist against the wall mincing all my words. I assume he got the point because all I heard was him grumbling and the slamming of the car door. I’m half hoping they leave me.

‘No you don’t. You’d be lost without them,’ I gasp as lithe fingers wrap around my petite waist. There were a number of options running through my head at who this person could be. I’d dated many of people, not too many humans leaving a very vast youkai race. ‘Pet.’ Damn. There is only one who could cause me to have an orgasm by just calling me pet.

“Z-Z-Zuidai!” I mentally beat the crap out of myself for allowing my voice to get so high pitched. I could hear him chuckle as he ran his fingers up and down my waist and thighs. His twin pearly fangs scraped lightly at the back of my neck leaving my drowsy. Not even five minutes with him and all my senses were hazing over leaving me with a dull humming pleasure prickling all over my skin.

“Yes pet?” His Russian accent was thick yet sultry; it kind of felt like swimming in a saucer of crème that seemed to touch EVERY inch of your body. Zuidai was a truly handsome specimen. He towered over my small five-feet, three-inch frame, with a majestic six feet exact; long silver tresses reached down to kiss his calves was tied in a low ponytail. I tipped my head back to look into his eyes; those dark ocean blue eyes that had me swimming backstrokes every time. I couldn’t help myself; hell I didn’t even notice my hand rising till I saw my fingers gliding down his silky smooth cheek. I shuddered as he turned his head to my fingers and nipped on the pads.

“Why are you here?” I frowned at him, trying to feign anger, but merely mewled as he ran his nails across an extra sensitive area on my inner thigh. Wait, this is beginning to feel an awfully lot like skin to skin contact. I let my head drop to look at Zuidai’s hands and there they were on my bare skin. Where and when they went missing is a mysterious to me.

“I took the liberty of undressing you. You did speak of de shower, ne?” I mentally roll my eyes. It was funny how sometimes Zuidai tried to attack Japanese even though he was Russian. In a graceful motion he lifted me up and carried me towards the shower bridal shower. It’s so embarrassing to be treated like a girl by him but I guess it can’t be helped. It's surprising how one minute you’re fully clothed; then your pants disappears; then you’re completely naked. I mean what does he think he’s doing by setting me completely naked in the shower like this? Even as my feet touch the marble floor of the shower I still wonder what’s his game. His sensual voice and the luke warm water finally bring me out of the turmoil that is my mind. “Pet, you think too much,” he ran his hand down my body and began ghosting them over me while he directed me towards the water. I was mesmerized by his eyes as he followed me into the serene gentle waterfall that was around us. When did he get naked himself? Ah, oh well, who cares? I get to see those yummy six packs, well defined abs and more then yummy muscles right before I leave.

I was so deep in… let's just call it meditation or something like that. Well that’s what I was doing and I kind of half expected to hit the tile walls; only half because I was kind of hoping he wouldn’t be up for any of “that” today but it wasn’t either of those. I gasped and my back pressed into moist, warm skin. Either the person had been in the shower long before Zuidai brought me in here on they came wet but boy were the someone I was enjoying being pressed against. Whoever it was took my sudden gasp and then moaned as an acknowledgement of their presence because I soon felt there hands caresses my already pert pink little buds. I wanted to run; hell I wanted to ask them what the hell they were thinking of molesting me for, but all I could merely do was arch my back and press my body even flusher with theirs. As my body did figurative back flips and my mind settled into that pleasure-filled grey zone a voice slowly leaked in. I tried my best to understand it which might have been why at first I though it was still Zuidai. Only once I relaxed did it become clearer, “K, I hear you turned down the option to invite friends. That’s fucked up you know; considering I give the best blows jobs ever. I thought it would have been a perfect going away gift for you,” the female chuckled sensually in my ear and I knew only one person that I truly even thought that statement fit: Jezebel. She was my first girlfriend when I was trying to figure out my preference; she also the first and only female to ever watch on or join in on the foreplay between me and Zuidai.

“Jez,” my voice came out in a low raspy gasp. I could feel her supple breast pressing even more against my back. My sexual life isn’t your normal average one seeing as I am bisexual. I do enjoy looking at a girl’s breast so anyone typical big I love; only thing is I refuse to touch. I actually refuse to touch a woman’s body other then her lips or waist. A guy I’m just about willing to do anything with. I don’t top normally, but if you’re special then I could see trying it out. She leaned over my body more easily; curse these damn tall people and their exceptionally gifted height. Her raven black hair curtained her face and part of my body as she dipped her head low to latch onto one of my pink nipples between lush lips and sharp pearly fangs, “Ahhh!” I screamed throwing my head back and only a few of my features peak through her hair. Damn hemolysin and their damn fangs.

They both chuckled but it was Zuidai whom spoke, “Now, now my pet. You know this will be our last sexual act for sometime, ne? Why don’t you relax, enjoy the pleasure, and let down your barriers,” with that he dipped his head in between my legs and began nipping at the skin of a spot that sent blazing stars across my eyes. Oh yeah, relaxing, pleasure, and let my barrier down…wait! That’s not just Zuidai! No you guys aren’t going to do this to me!

I throw my hands down in hopes to stop the rush but I’m too late as usual, “Kai!” I whimper into the mouth of the transparent twin just as Zuidai latched onto my straining erection So much for my semi-peaceful goodbye threesome.

“You know that a threesome with my dear Aniki and Bell are never peaceful my little vixen. Besides think oh how much more exciting it will be with me added. I mean a threesome was a great pleasure, but a foursome is completely mind blowing.” Kai smirked against my lips and returned to his assault. Kai was the spitting image of Zuidai which was believable seeing as they were twins. Kai and Zuidai’s parents weren’t of the same class. Their mom was a hemolysin while their dad a wraith; Zuidai of course taking after their mother and Kai their father in powers at least. Their look is their own, neither parent looks that good. I couldn’t imagine what their going to look like when they mature.

“You know both Kai and Zuidai are straining for at least ten inch dicks each so who cares about the rest. I mean I sure don’t. When we start really having fun, when you come back to us, those will really come in handy, especially with you trained, our bad little puppy.” Jezebel chuckled against my nipple sending waves of cold air onto my already wet skin as my cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson red.

“You think we can spread that color down here before we leave of love? I mean after all, he has to leave today and if his mom catches him she’ll be more than pissed.” At the sound of Zuidai’s voice my attention shifted down towards where I felt him nipping against my neglected limp shaft. I know you’re not supposed to look into a Hemolysin’s eyes but I did. Zuidai has those big, deep, dark ocean blue eyes that make me just cream my pants; if I had any that is. They were swirling; I was falling; next thing I sang was “Oh buckle thy knees and let thy desire burn with a forbidden passion.”

“Aniki, don’t do that again; you know he can resist the hemolysin hidden effect.” Kai frowned down at Zuidai who in returned feigned ignorance, “you know damn well what I’m talking about. Now let’s go and make him cum before…” Kai was interrupted by a sharp scream. I could only forebodingly lift my head up just anticipating that horror struck face.

And sure enough as my heart went thump thump…..thump thump… and Jezebel, Zuidai, and Kai mentally said shit in unison my mom stood at the door, shocked with horror and grief. I can’t believe she of all people caught me. I mean she really sticks up for me a lot against Akira and other people. She’s not so defensive when I have friends over the house in my room. She’s really the best mom a sexually confused son could ask for.

“That’s our cue to leave, ne boys; another time for us to meet up K?” Jezebel kissed my cheek and with lightening speed she was past my mother and out the window that was in my room. My mother’s heated gazed burned the droplets of water right off my body and caused my to feel more then self-conscious about my body; which just so happen to be the one thing I felt I was most secure in, maybe not my ears which were a whole different subject.
“Hai, pet, that goes the same for us. We wouldn’t want to stall your moving time any longer than we already have. We hope you make plenty of friends at your new home and boarding school,” a kiss was bestowed in the crook of my neck by both Kai and Zuidai before they were a mere whisper in the wind. My body felt terribly cold with everyone gone and me all alone under my mother’s judging gaze. The silence was amplified to the point that even the water didn’t reach my little world. I knew that if she didn’t scold me or scream at me soon enough I was going to start hollering at myself.

“Get dressed and lets go you little slut,” my ears flattened at her harsh comment. In a way, yes, I deserve it; but I’m just not used to my sweet mother gaining this crude demonic youkai voice on me and calling me a slut of all things. She has yelled at Arima for calling me a hanyou before. She turned out of the bathroom and left just as Arima arrived thousands of years late.

“What’s wrong Reika sweetie?” He looked from her incensed face then turned to me with a leer. Oh damn well. So it’s my fault she happens to be pissy, kill me. Everybody last time I checked was aware that I was bisexual so I’m pretty sure that she was one of those people to know I was bisexual. I sighed once she left with Arima out the bathroom and I turned off the water. It was going to be a long, silent, awkward ride to Adrid, the new lame town I was being dragged all the way out to. I grabbed the white flowered towel that awaited me on the wrack and wrapped it firmly around my chest so that it reached my knees. I walked into my ex-bedroom with my eyes to the floor. I sensed another presence but I expected that. She’s probably going to beat me just like she did when I was just a boy. I’ve always wondered why she beat me. Was it because I looked so much like my dad whom at times she couldn’t stand, or was it because even as a child I was nothing but a “bitch” to her. Maybe she spotted it growing in me early and tried to rid me of it before it was too late. But why?

Omoidasu……Omoidasu……Omoidasu… ;…

Damn that voice, again. I’ve been hearing it for the last week and it is making me go crazy. I lay down on the barren bed with the towel tucked tight around my body. Best get this over with as soon as possible so that we could go ahead and leave. Though I tried to keep my ears down of course they were to be curious until the first hit. From the deaf striking silence I heard the leather belt sliding against clothing which dropped to the floor. That’s weird; I don’t remember her wearing pants and even if she was why would they be dropping. I tilt my head back so that the base of my ears touched my shoulder blades; in mere seconds my face flushes completely white, which isn’t far from the childhood skin tone I so often adorned unless it was summer; then I looked like a strawberry from being sunburned so easily. Black beady eyes glared down at me from the foot of the bed. What was Arima doing? He doesn’t plan to… It all became so very clear and apparent as he kicked away the pants that were at his ankles to the side and put his knees on the bed causing the weight to shift.

“W-what are you doing?” I had to mentally bash my head in. I mean here I am a hanyou, but part-youkai nonetheless. I should not be stuttering and afraid of him, some ningen. I have the ability to knock the shit out of him if he tries shit I don’t like, ne?

“Your mother went to lie down in the car. I’m dealing with your punishment today and it won’t be your average punishment you little whore. I’ll put you in your place. I’ll show you how real whores are treated.” He wrapped thick sausage-like fingers around my ankle and pulled me towards the edge of the bed where he currently occupied with his burly-looking body.

To think I’m about to be raped by a man that hates youkai and looks like that. I mean, the whole 'raped by a man that hates youkai' isn’t all too scary. It’s the fact that Arima is not the most attractive person in the world. He was short; five feet five inches and stout. He reminds me of a pig. He as the most awful hair cut that makes his black hair look like its painted on with tar. Nothing about him is small except for those beady black rat eyes and those tiny little ears. I mean, in some departments and on some men that isn’t all too bad if you know what I mean, but on him it just makes him look like a giant fair pig ready for the slaughter house.

“Wait! You can’t do this to me!” There we go, my senses started kicking in. I’m not going to lie down and take this like some bitch. I screamed and thrashed against his hold but it seemed to do absolutely nothing against him, “Yamete! Yamete teme! Tetsudau!” I brought my knee up and made direct contact with his groin. I know it doesn’t seem like the smartest idea to people but when you’re about to get rapped by Wilbert the Pig's uncle, Bob…or Arima in this case, then anything seems like a bloody brilliant plan. After the initial shock, that I kicked him, he returned to my body and raised his hand over his head and brought it down back hand smacking me one good one across the face. Now I really do feel like I’m someone’s little bitch. I could smell blood trickling down the side of my mouth and I could hear as it dripped onto the mattress. My body went ice cold and every nerve was fried. My eyes didn’t even have to see it to tell my brain it was there. I would have gasped as I felt his hardening erection at my tight entrance pushing only slightly.

“I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Now I’m going to teach you a lesson you little bitch.” Nothing registered; his words just barely registered. All my body knew was to shiver. My muscles were constricted and the blood still in my body felt ice cold. Maybe it was the shock that allowed me not to feel the hard thrust of his un-lubed cocked into my body because I could feel nothing. But aren’t I still supposed to feel pain even when my body can’t move; especially pains like this.

Omoidasu……Omoidasu……Omoidasu…& #8230;

Not now dammit. I really don’t have time to remember anything in the midst of being raped. My body gives me enough will to be able to look up at my assaulter. He has this determined look on his face like the “I’m going to get this done if this is the last thing I do,” kind of look. He’s probably determined to fuck a hole through my brain, after he cums in me. Sick bastard has a dirty little secret; he has a thing for raping young boys.

I close my eyes and flatten my ears which are all my body will allow me to do until the shock wares off. I may not feel him inside of me but I hear his dick sliding in and out, the sloshing noise of his dick sliding in the natural lubricants of my body, the slapping of skin with each forward motion, and the tear of skin with each backwards motion. Between the noises and the blood that began pouring out from my own body. I was queasier than a sea sick woman of a raft in the middle of the Pacific; not to mention it shot my gag reflexes completely. I steadily began to puke up this morning’s breakfast, three graham crackers and a swig of orange juice, all over my face and right back down my throat so that I gag even more. Through all of this he still doesn’t give up his assault on my ass and pounds deeper in me. I keep wondering what’s going to give first: him or my body, but I guess at a time like this that’s useless. Time passes; for me hours passed, but in all reality it was probably only about five or so, and I finally feel him stiffen and shoot his cum into me. My stomach lurches and I begin to puke blood now. My body seriously couldn’t take the blood from my ass or the trickle from the cut but now I think it was really pissed with me for allowing Arima to do something like this. It began to convulse and got into fourth level shock. With all the smells and the shock my body overloaded and I blacked out.

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

I slowly open my eyes and wonder where the hell I am and why it feels like I got pissed and then went on a roller coaster. I sheath my eyes from the setting sun that glistens through my window and I feel this itchy feeling all down the front of my body. I look my body over and see blood, semen, and puke crusted all over my stomach, arms, waist, and legs. I’ve never felt dirtier than I did right at this moment. I jumped off the bed and head for the bathroom sink. I turn the cold water on and begin rinsing of the crust with soap and water with my hand. When I finally finished and returned to my room I found a note on top of my dresser mirror. ‘Don’t bother trying another shower you little bitch. I took the shower head off. When you finally wake lets go or we’ll leave you.’ I sighed and went through my drawers for some clothes for the ride. I pulled out a pair of black leather spandex shorts that came no where even close to my knees and hugged my curved hips and a tight black shirt that could be said was painted on like an extra layer of skin, then slipped on a pair of white Nikes. I could tell this was going to be a long sickening ride.

I walked out my room down the stairs and out to the car, closing the door behind me. I still felt nothing even that all the evidence showed I just lost my innocence to a man I could burn with my eyes if I had heat vision. As I neared the car I could hear them talking about wedding plans, rehearsals, and other crap that needed to be planned once we got to Adrid. My mom was the first to see me. I wander if you look that much different after you’ve been raped because she looked like I just got shot or something. But who gives a shit? She knew that teme raped me; she heard me screaming for help, yet she did nothing but sit in the car with a “headache”. Bitch.

I jumped into the back so that I could lie down and rest my nerves if anything. With my head on the floor; since not a word was spoken to me, I hear the rumbling of the engine and feel the movement of the car as it was shifted into reverse and taken out onto the road.

“Ruru,” my mom’s voice was timid as she spoke to me once we had been traveling for sometime. I bet she thought I would yell at her; like I’d waste my energy with yelling at her. Besides, she probably just have Arima rape me all over again if I did. “Ruru, sweetie, do you want to watch a DVD for the ride or are you sleepy honey?” How dare she for one treat me like I’m four, to hell if I want to sleep around them! I’ll show her sleepy.

“I’m in so much pain hahaoya-san! It feels like on fire and have a hole in me where I’m bleeding to death. I’ve never been more miserable and in pain than at right at this moment. I wish it was me that died instead of boufu,” I allowed tears to stream down my face. I’d be damned if she didn’t feel fucking sorry for everything that happened to me after she left the room. I whimpered and pretended to struggle to sit up, but allowed my body to fall back down after mere seconds and adorned a defeated puppy look for the finishing touch. Her face went from sympathetic to horror stricken in a matter of moments. Arima could only have that dumbfounded surprised look, hell, I would have that same look if it weren’t for the fact that I had to look pitiful for my mother.

“Arima!” I lowered my ears at the shrill shriek that emitted and curled up in a ball, looking out the back window. I tuned them out as best as I could, I didn’t want to hear what they said to each other about how that had planned my rape session but it went terribly array.

Thoughts and memories shattered and my eyes begin to focus on what’s outside the window as things continue to pass by. I almost feel at peace, at one, almost that is. Serenity and a sense of calm don’t come easy especially for hanyou like me. As my eyes begin to register the scenery change, the bustling of the busy, crude city dwindle and ultimately fade off into the lax, dilatory country side, my eyes picked up something that was out of place. You know it's kind of like that Sesame Street song that goes ‘One of these things don’t belong.’ Well that’s what went off in my head as my eyes took the sweet as time from registering scenery to registering bodies.

A pack of youkai was traveling by foot across the road. ‘Teme.’ I envy youkai, not only are they accepted in society and legal with rights but there are such elegant beautiful creatures. I hate beautiful creatures. These ones were up there too in the beauty class. I mean, if they weren’t running on the highway, they probably could be some famous aristocrats, but I mean what aristocrats run? I doubt they have limos unless they’ve been modernized and were into that whole confusing stock crap. Otherwise I’m sure they live in huge castles and have chariots or something, ne?
The pack was made up of seven: two boys with short caramel brown hair tied up in pony tails and spiked at the tips; kind of like a spiky tail….of hair, three girls identical to the boys with that same caramel brown hair; two of the girls had their hair long and wavy while the third one followed the two boys, a smaller little girl; the smallest of the pack in fact had short kind of layered sea green colored hair, and the tallest young lollipop I’ve ever wanted to lick with long, lavender, silky hair that when I still had to reach his nice rounded ass. And no, I’m not eyeing some total stranger so back off! Below the torsos, which weren’t my first line of sight, was what made me now see that they are lycanthropes. From the waist down was lined in fur and they had that hind leg bone work of a four legged kedamono. Even so they still manage to wear ningen clothes over such yummy curved, probably silky, hips. I sub-consciously lick my lips. Argh! What’s wrong with me?!

My eyes scan over the tiny little hairs on their legs, examining them. Nani? I have a habit of starting from the end so I looked from the back of the pack to the front. The five look-a-likes were probably quints. Their bone structure all similar and were lined with a kind of sandy brown, auburn-colored hairs. They looked coursed but I’m sure they were soft as a baby’s bottom. They were sort of separated from the others in a pack of their own, somewhat, and then separated more closely amongst themselves.

The two long-haired girls were running side by side ahead of the others. By their stern features they might be the first two to be born out of the group. I guess they had all the normal features of any young woman. Supple pert breast were covered with plaid halter tops with a low V-cut that showed off the top of the black lace bras the held their c-cup sized packages. Denim mini skirts hugged at their hips which mind you were perfectly curved. Good child bearing women.

The odd girl out that, probably a tomboy, stood directly in the middle of the two other girls. Even though she wasn’t she looked like the youngest of them all. She might have even been last in the birthing. She wore an ocean blue tech muscle top that covered supple d-cup breast. She wore camo cargo shorts with that white-grey multicolor camouflage design. Her spiky hair was tied back with a white ribbon.

The two boys stood behind the girl in-lined with the two leading girls. They wore navy tape cargo shorts and an ebony t-shirts. One boy looked sterner like the leading girls so he might have been in top three. His hair was tied in a navy blue ribbon while the other boy’s was tied in an ebony ribbon. I’m sure from an aerial view the quints formation was in an ‘X’

The runt was in front of the X-squad. She had to be the youngest. I merely reached five-foot three and with that I still had a head or two on her. Not only that but unlike the girls in the back she was completely flat chest-ed. Not a single plump of anything. No breast and no ass. A disappointment seeing as that’s all a girl has for her self in today’s society. She was a really bright, not in smarts but in personality, hyper girl that bounced around the group with a bundle of energy. Her clothing matched it too, which I thought myself were the wrong colors seeing as her hair didn’t match with it at all.

She wore a cherokee pink and white striped short-sleeve polo. The pink was obscenely bright and the white dingy from their run. Olive Hello Kitty capris were dirtied at the knee caps. She’s probably a tomboy too. At first she was right in front of the X-squad. Then bouncing up and down, I’m sure talking a hole into the sexy fuckable Kami-sama’s head. Iie, I wasn’t once again ogling a perfect stranger once again. After seemingly tiring of the fuck pole’s backside she decided to get up close and personal. IIE! Kami-sama forbids she tries to fuck him. With no sex appeal that would be torture to watch.

And then there was him. Leading his pard like the Nam-Raj he is. White hakama clean from dirt. Only Kami-sama can manage running down the highway on foot and keep his hakama clean. He wore white pristine tabis. Once again, Kami-sama I tell you. He wore a white haori and haori-himo that covered azure blue furisode. I couldn’t see his legs but even from under the hakamas I could tell they were long lithe hind legs that I could just slide on down. Iie, I’m not fantasizing about a fuckable man, no way. His arms were as long and lithe as his legs even though hidden by haori. You could see pretty claws.

Dammit! There I go getting all hentai! If I was I lycanthrope and could change like that I’d be more then happy to shag with any one of these guys except for the runt. I sat up completely, and my ears, not to mention lower region. Just as I thought I was going to burst I heard coughing behind me. I turned to face my mother and Arima whom at sometime stopped arguing and starred at me through the rearview mirror. I coughed a little as my cheeks began to burn bright pink, “well now, you don’t see that everyday. Youkai don’t normally travel around in the open like that.” My ears flattened to my head once my mother’s criticizing gaze left me.

Arima began to stare at the pack out the side view mirror. “Look at those uncivilized beast roaming the land like they own it. Filthy little mongrel are lucky to own the clothes on their backs. When my great great grandfather, the first Satomi, was alive and full of youth, those creatures never roamed so freely,” he spat and glared back at me as an indication that I was one of “those” creatures. Was it my fault that my father was kitsune youkai? I rolled my eyes and look back towards the pack. I would have asked my mom was she going to take that crap but obviously she was. Once my attention was back to the youkai my eyes widened as they met with menacing glares. Why are they glaring at me when it was Arima that shit talked them?

That is the only thing I hate about the entire youkai race; even those I have dated have done this before many of times. Youkai hate the ningen but they despise the hanyou. Kami-sama forbid that a ningen ever take responsibility for their own actions like every other man and woman. The quintuplets looked as though they pitied me; like they know any of the hardships I know! The little tyke obviously just wants me dead. That scrumptious piece of eye candy looked a lot less tantalizing with apathy clouding those violet eyes. Arrogant ass teme. He probably thinks he’s Alpha or Nam-Raj; whatever those stupid lycanthropes call their leaders. Who cares what that teme thinks? Matte…why and I getting all worked up over him when I don’t even know him?

Omoidasu……Omoidasu……Omoidasu… ;….

“Shimatte damaru!” I claw at my ears as I thrash around the walls. I mean; who wouldn’t overreact when there’s a computerized voice in your head whispering non-dirty secrets to you? The blood that’s rushing from my fragile ears doesn’t help my body cope with the repeating voice either. I just have to get it to shut up if it kills me. Well I’m not too far considering I just rammed my head straight through the back window. As everything quickly blackens I can’t help but think that insanity is a great way to die.

Omoidasu……Omoidasu……Omoidasu… ;…


A/N: Okay that’s the first chapter. Tell me what you think of it so far. If you’re not sure what some words mean that are in Japanese just ask me. Also I want to thank my great beta Aki-sama aka Ryukinzo for doing the beta job on this.