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Chapter 14 - Battle Of The Psychos

Though it was pretty late into the day and Ohma was outside, practicing and warming up for the longest time... Kisara was in the deepest sleep she could be. It was such a sweet dream that the man, once he returned to their shared room to take a shower and wake her up, he almost didn't have the heart to do so... 'Almost' being the key word. He was feeling incredibly cocky and confident in anticipation to his next round. He didn't care who his opponent was, no matter how many times the red head warned him over and over again that it's going to be a dangerous match. On the other hand, he was feeling rather playful, so making sure he turns her to lay on her back and took a strand of her hair, tickling her face. She was scrunching her face and waving her hand lazily to make the nuisance stop, but it just wouldn't. But then, she mumbled the funniest thing she could, in a sleepy yet murderous voice.

"I'll kill you, you fucking pest." it made her partner chuckle at her before he flicked her forehead, forcing her to wake up with another cursed. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. I've got a match to win, and you've got a lot of cheering to do." The girl growled, half-awake, and planted her palm over his face. "Gosh, you're loud. Don't you know that Sleeping Beauty woke up after a kiss? Why do you expect me to wake up under different conditions." though he laughed at her, he indulged her semi-awake fantasy and kissed her before he grabbed her arm and got her out of the bed. "Happy now, Your Majesty?" her answer was a cheeky grin and a double thumbs up as she stumbled backwards towards the bathroom to get ready.

Loud music was heard from the bathroom and the girl was getting ready for an eternity - Or at least, that what Ohma, who never bothered with anything fancy like that, thought - So he did some shadow boxing while waiting. Thankfully, that was enough to make the time pass by. When Kisara was finally ready, she looked like a beautiful assassin or a mafia don. Sporting black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of black jeans with a golden chain, leather boots and black light trench coat over her shoulders, a black and gold watch and various opulent golden jewellery, her crimson hair just a little bit wavey an that katana attached to her him, she could have passed as some real deal killer from a yakuza organization. Ohma's pride and cockiness went up by miles. With his arm around her shoulder, the two walked together to the arena, and though the fighter went to watch the fight from the stadium, the red head went down to say her good lucks to Cosmo. She was afraid for him - That police guy is a complete psycho with speed and reflexes and a perfect defense. A real monster. Not on par with Raian, per se, but Cosmo, albeit a prodigy, was still an inexperienced child... Well, inexperienced, but with over 25 matched won or something. But Ohma was a great all-rounder with life experience and enough street fights that he might find fighting trickier opponents a bit easier.

As soon as she got at the entrance to the arena, Cosmo, Akira and Adam were already there, ready to get out there and fight. "Hey, boy! You better not lose to no fucking pig! A.C.A.B. , boy! All Cops Are Bastards!" Adam was sneering and frowning in pure rage and hatred for the police force, showing an aggressive thumbs down. "Go get 'em, Cos." Akira was smirking with full confidence in his fighter. Unlike the two men who were encouraging the young one with a hands-off approach, Kisara stepped in front of the boy and tilted her chin up to get a better look at him. "Show him who's the Grappler King, Cos." she grabbed the boy into a tight hug. "I've got such a pretty sis cheering for me, I can't afford to lose, can I? Thank, you guys, I swear I'll win!" he had a determined look on his as he pulled back and went inside the arena as soon as he was called by Sayaka. "How come he's not wearing his shirt? Is he gonna be okay?" she looked at Akira with mild concern. She knew his skin was rather delicate, and if he were to be wrestling on the ground, the friction with the sand might cause bleeding from the surface damage. "He was afraid he might get grabbed by that fucker." Akira explained. "Remember how his shirt got ripped by Adam? It put him at a disadvantage. Adam is a great brawler, but this guy is not right in the head. Gotta grab at any advantage there is." "I understand... And I guess it makes sense... I just hope the pluses will out weight the minuses." she muttered. "But how come he looks in top shape? Ohma has tons of scars all over his body, and even admitted he's not fully recovered after his fight with Ryo. He did get thrown around quite a lot... And Adam, you're a super strong brawler and you delivered enough punched to his body. I know he's a fighter, but he's still 19, about my size, and nowhere near as packed with muscles as most of the fighters. Proportionally, I think the damage Adam inflicted on Cos should have been more visible... Or, at least, felt." with great concern for the boy, Adam, too, raised his eyebrows realising the truth of her statement. "Miss K is right, is he really as undamaged as he looks?" his arms were crossed over his chest. "Hardly. He's sustained full body contusions, as well as cracks in his forearms. He's just using painkillers to cover it up." Akira frowned, his voice getting solemn all of a sudden. "I should have known... After a fight like that, I don't think even Wakatsuki would get out undamaged." the red head hummed sadly. "WTF?! You fuckin' sent him out to fight like that?!" the American barked out, outraged. "...No. Cos decided to enter the match himself. He said - You've gotta expect injuries in a tournament - with a smile." they could all envision the kid's bright smile as he declared his participation. He had a fantastic future ahead of him. "...Fuckin' dumbass...! I would've taken his place if I'd known..." it seemed like Adam and Cos had a really lovely friendship, if he could be so overprotective of him. "Akira... You know, I always encouraged Cos, and I strongly believe that he will have a bright future. He's a fantastic fighter, especially from his age, and knowing him since he was - What, 14? 15? He's only gotten exponentially better and better. He's so cheerful, ambitious and only sees beyond the borders of the horizon..." the girl abruptly turned around, her brows furrowed in a sorrowful, worried expression. "...But when he faces his first defeat, will he be able to bounce back and learn that there's only one way to go, and that is upwards, towards the sky? That you always learn from your mistakes, and that there's more to learn from failure than from wins?" "Cos won't lose, Kisara. Have some faith in him." despite saying that, Nishihonji knew she wasn't wrong. "Not now, yes - But whenever that will happen? Not even Wakatsuki has a perfect record. Put Cosmo against him... Against Hatsumi or Agito. Do you think he'd win? I guarantee you, he wouldn't. He'd be completely overwhelmed. What then? Say - Cosmo wins today, and let's imagine he beats Ohma. He'll be against Wakatsuki. Do you really think he'd get past that?" she asked, crossing her arms. "I'm not saying this to discourage anyone. I'm just worried for his mental and emotional health. Young talents like him always fall down incredibly hard once they've tasted defeat." with a sigh, the CEO sighed and nodded. "I know, I know Red. But Cos is like my little brother. I won't let him go down no matter what." he was determined to make sure his fighter was alright.

As the fight began, Akoya took the same stance as the first time around, as if his arm was a policeman's shield - He really was a defense specialist, whilst Cos, shocking everyone, took an uncharacteristic upright stance. No, this must be a feint. He can't win in a battle of blows, so he has to trick him. Kisara knew better than anyone how important it was to deceive an enemy stronger than you.

To go through with this enigma, he had to close the distance with quick but vey careful footwork - He did a jab feint followed by a left inner low kick, but as expected, Akoya had no problem taking that light hit. The blond widened the distance once again with quick backward bounces, only to lunge forwards again and performed a wheel kick over the enemy's head.

"Gahhh, bullshit! Is that dickhead for real?!" Adam was stupefied at what he was seeing. "He's actually trying to beat the fuckin' cop with nothing but blows!" "No, he's not." Kisara cut him off sharply. "He's tricking him." "Trickin'? Are we watchin' the same match, Miss K?" Adam certainly wasn't much of a deep thinker. "I do the same when I'm fighting. Most fighters are like 10 times stronger than me. If I take a direct hit, I'm dead. Did you see Cosmo when I was next to him? We're almost the same height, same weight - The only different thing is that his body is covered in better worked muscles, but that's it. Even his skin is fragile like a girl's. When you're against a powerhouse that can take blows from someone like Haruo... What chance do Cosmo's kitten hits have to inflict damage on that psycho? None. Therefore, they're all a ruse to make Akoya focus on the blow aspect of the fight, and once the opportunity arises, Cos will get him in a grappling hold without a second thought. Outsmart your opponent and win with well-refined techniques. That's his only chance to win against someone like Akoya." the red head explained, making Dudley's eyes go wide with understanding. "Shit, miss, you're smart." he muttered under his breath. "Red here’s sneaky and fast on her feet. If anyone knows anything about tricks, it's her. If that bastard is a fortified castle, you have only two strategies to win a siege - One is with great weapons, which in fighting would mean brute force like you, Haruo, Wakatsuki and many others. The other is by sending an assassin to kill the king, like Cosmo, Inaba and you, Kisara." Akira pointed out the reasoning.

Keeping his upright stance, went for another feint jab, but his forearm got ripped and blood started splurting like a fountain. This wasn't good. Cosmo made some distance again - He was now even more cautious than before. This time, it was Akoya who closed the distance at lighting speed and though Cos was able to stop the approach, they were within range of each other. The jerk was luring Cos, but he ran away farther. The match was already started by 3 minutes now, and nothing happened. The audience was getting pissed off and yelling at the young one to stop running away already... But what did they know? All of those idiots screaming from the stadium were nothing but obnoxious politicians and businessmen who had not the slightest clue about fighting.

All of a sudden, Akoya went straight before taking a stance that although greatly resembled Agito's, it was far lower. It seems that he was stealing and adapting other's techniques as well. Smart. Based on the way he looked, his next lunge will be at a great speed.

Cosmo circled to the left - In that instant, Akoya circled in the opposite direction and easily cut him off. Were his reflexes that fantastic? Was he talented in Foresight too? Though Cosmo parried with his forearm... Akira did say he had fractures, so he was even more vulnerable. That punch looked really painful.

The whole fight looked too one sided. It was as if he already knew what moves Cos would do in advance, and he was doing his counters before Cosmo could even hit back. He ducked and dodged to the side, hitting Cos with a right uppercut. He even managed to deliver a clean left low kick to his right leg as soon as he was ready to evade. More, he kicked his knee to get rid of his mobility.

"How the hell does he do that? Something's not right. He's too fast and clean. Even Agito and Takeshi got hit. They took hits to get the pattern of attack from the enemy - Something, anything - But this guy is just... Untouchable. Look at him with his guard up, pushing through Cosmo's jab barrage and blocking every hit. This is ridiculous." Kisara dug her long nails into her arms trying to calm herself. "That fuckin' pig! It's like he's predicting all of Imai's goddamn moves! Fuckin' pisses me off!" Adam's fists were clenched, as well as his jaw - He was angry beyond belief. "Kaneda taught me the basics of Foresight, and I've already got a good grip on it since I trained with Hatsumi - But what Akoya is doing is nowhere compared to any good eye, reflexes or speed. It's... Impeccable." Kisara remembered very well the lesson from the previous day. In that instant, Akira took out a walkie talkie like device, saying they were 'on the money'. It seems that Akira suspected some foul play and had someone investigate for him. "Yo, sir! Why don't you fuckin' cheer for Imai for a change?!" Adam was pretty annoyed, yet still maintained a hilarious grip on calling Akira 'Sir', despite swearing with every three words. "You're right. It looks like he does need some... Support. Kisara, you coming?" whenever Akira called her by her name, it was clear that he was serious and not messing around, as usual. With a curt nod, her and Adam followed the CEO upstairs, and passing a very cute and pouty Inaba who made a beautiful recovery and a cheerful Urita, we saw the mass of bodyguards tied up by the assassin's fantastic hair. "Ryo~♪ You're all better, I'm so glad~♪! And your hair is as great as ever!" Kisara grinned at him as they walked by, and the boy smiled and waved at her friendly. Now she wanted to do some top notch self-care routines with him. "Thanks, you two. I owe you one." Akira gave them a nod. "We're friends, aren't we? Go on ahead, we've got this." Suki dismissed his friend, urging him to go forward already.

Quickly, we opened the room to the secluded balcony room and Akira went and grabbed Hiyama's hand, revealing the transmitter she was holding. Her head turned slowly to the side, her terrified eyes glancing at the trio. Her teeth were chattering, that's how frightened she was. "You're probably thinking... 'What is this man doing here? I hired elite bodyguards as a counter measure against attacks.' And it seems like you did hire a couple of tough guys to defend against attacks from other corporations. They all have resumes that'd put your average fighter to shame. But I've got a very good friend of my own, and there aren't many fighters that can deal with his sneak attacks." Akira's monologue was taking its toll on the short woman. "And now, you're probably thinking 'How did he fin out I was cheating?' Now, that's simple. I've been intercepting all your signals. It looks like you've taken careful precautions against eavesdropping, but I know a specialist in the field. Of course, we couldn't get our hands on definitive evidence." oh, surfer dude is ruthless! No wonder he's a CEO in this messed up organization. "When did you figure it out?" the woman asked in a soft, meek yet incredibly desperate voice. "It was just a little hunch at first. I was bothered that Akoya seemed to be capable of predicting his opponent's attacks, so I decided to do my research on your team before the second round began. I wasn't certain of anything, of course. I looked into you too, Hiyama, and noticed that you have a pretty rare ability. A perfectly accurate internal clock. There are only a handful of cases in the world that are on your level. Top class reflexes combined with a perfect internal clock and my hunch on top of that - With these three parts in place, it was easy to reach a conclusion. Miss Hiyama, if I go public with this, you won't be penalized by the kengan association. They won't recognise any fould that the referee doesn't catch, but Wakasa Life Insurance will lose all credibility. That will affect your future dealings." thus, Akira's voice got more threatening and dark. "Miss Hiyama. Tell Akoya to forfeit the match. Then, and only then, will I overlook your cheating." a pissed off Akira was really scary, considering how chill he usually is. she hopes she won't see the chill and laid-back Hatsumi losing his chill any time soon, he'll be far scarier. "Forfeit the match, Miss Hiyama. You don't have a choice anymore." In that instant, Hiyama tried to dash and grab back the transmitter from Akira's hand, but Adam caught her wrist, making her lose balance. "Yo! Fuckin' Zashiki Warashi! Give it up, bitch. Your fuckin' machine is out of order." "N-No... I can... Still... Help... Akoya... Please... Please..." she struggled - As if summoned, Akoya's voice was heard, calling out to his CEO. The girl gasped his name out loudly. "Do you remember what I said after my first match?" in that instant, her eyes went wide and the horror she held was as if she was seeing torture and death before her. "Hiyama... BEGONE." his voice was awfully harsh and hateful.

From outside, Sayaka's loud voice made the trio snap and rush to the balcony edge - The psycho was digging his fingers into Cosmo's arms, ripping into his muscles and pulling him away, until Cosmo was forced to retreat. The enemy got faster and significantly more aggressive - He was like a berserk feral monster, starving, with a succulent prey in front of him. With a high kick, Akoya tried to use his toes to hit the young one's eyes, and since he was forced to lean backwards a bit too unnaturally, he was taken into a quick tackle... Followed by a cannibalistic bite to his thigh.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?!" Kisara cried out, almost falling out of the balcony by how much he was leaning, desperate as she heard Cosmo's cry of complete agony resounding through the stadium. Adam was so angry that he almost shattered the wall with his punch. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?! HE JUST GOT SUPER FUCKIN' VIOLENT ALL OF A SUDDEN!" Adam was just as livid. "Akoya... Akoya... Has been engaging in vigilante justice against people he decides are evil, in the name of... Executing justice." the most pissed was Adam, who already had a huge grudge against coppers. "This was all for the creation of Akoya's ideal of a world without evil, and Akoya's 'activism' went well at first... But as he was fighting evil... Akoya changed, little by little. He became possessed by his killer instincts. Since then, Akoya has been fighting on my instructions in the Kengan matches... All so that he isn't swallowed by his killer instincts." the realisation of their doing fell heavy on them. They just doomed Cosmo to this torture. "Fuck... So you were his brakes?!" Adam gasped, in complete disbelief. "We just completely screwed Cosmo... Big time." Kisara's hands were buried deep into her hair, tugging to it. She couldn't believe the torture that psychopath was inflicting on that young boy who did absolutely nothing wrong in his entire life. If it was anyone else, she wouldn't have cared, but this was her friend out there, someone so close to her that she considered her real family. If she could, she'd go out there and slice that bastard into tiny pieces.

Akoya literally ripped apart part of Cosmo's thigh muscle and he was chewing on it, taunting him, as if it wasn't enough that he must have ruptured a freaking artery, considering he was splashing blood around like a fountain. The poor boy was trembling like a leaf in the wind and his eyes were wide with complete hopelessness - He was so long in his anguish that he couldn't move. "FUUUUUUCK!!!" Adam couldn't stop his profanity string. "CALM DOWN, COS! DON'T LET HIM PROVOKE--.... ? Cos...?" Akira's voice quieted down as soon as he realised that the little one was so far gone that he was just standing there, holding himself, in a meek, submissive position. Akoya was taking menacing steps towards the young boy who wailed out in sheer fear and started walking backwards. The enemy started pulling his punches before he grabbed the boy and slammed him to the ground, mounting him and holding tightly onto his wrists. It was the same position her and Ohma were in the previous day. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't escape even with a pelvic thrust. "Oh my God, not this... This is awful, this is awful." Kisara and Adam were freaking out the bad that they were shaking each other from the anxiety. In that instant, Cosmo scream - It looked as if he wanted to give up and surrender from his fear. He was mentally broken. However, Akoya slammed his rock-like forearm into his mouth, stopping him from uttering a single word. "He's a demon. Oh my God, he's insane, he's fucking insane. He made him deliberately bite into his forearm so he won't bite his tongue from pain. I've seen it in many horror movies, he's going to torture him to death, that fucking psychopath!" the red head's nails were digging into the American's arm, but he was feeling nothing. "THAT FUCKIN' BASTARD!" Adam roared, repeatedly punching a wall as he watched Cosmo's small feet wiggling from raw agony as that psycho stabbed his thumb into Cosmo's intercostal nerve, to the point of losing his consciousness - Only to be awoken by having one of his ribs broken. The kid was outright sobbing, they were almost surprised he didn't piss himself. "YOU LITTLE PSYCHO BITCH, CALL IT OFF OR I CUT YOUR HEAD OFF AND THROW IT IN THE ARENA RIGHT NOW!" after witnessing Akoya stabbing the next intercostal nerve, Kisara took out her katana and swung it until it was glued to Hiyami's neck. "LISTEN TO HER OR I'LL KILL YOU, CUNT!" Adam, too, was raging at her. "It's too late. No one can stop Akoya now. The moment he hears that I've forfeited, Akoya will kill Imai Cosmo, then he will continue slaughtering people until he himself is dead. Stopping the match will lead to even more deaths." seeing how the CEO looked absolutely soulless, Kisara couldn't but believe her, albeit, with enough anger in her veins - Still, she sheathed back her blade and started pacing around. "Just stay calm, you two. Cos hasn't lost yet." Akira reassured the two - Although, it made both of them rather irked. "ARE YOU FUCKIN' NUTS?! IMAI'S GONNA GET KILLED OUT THERE!! HE'S RISKING HIS GODDAMN LIFE FOR YOU! DON'T YOU HAVE ANY PITY FOR HIM?!" Adam, as volcanic as ever, was shouting into Akira's face, voicing the same thing Kisara was feeling as well. "You've got it all wrong. You didn't think I was a good person, did you? I'm the one who pulled a kid with a bright future ahead of him into the underworld, and now I've forced him to face this deadly crisis. And you think I'm a good person? Ha. I strayed from the path a long time ago. What's the point in being weak, yet good? I will become the Kengan association chairman, no matter what sacrifices I have to make. Every ambition comes with sacrifices, so don't say another damn word...!" Akira was frowning, a dark expression on his face, though he couldn't face Adam. All of a sudden, someone burst into fits of laughter - They were fake, venomous and mocking. "You? Chairman? In what world?" Kisara's face was now serene, taunting the surfer. "Nishihonji, you're a cool guy for most of the time - But do you even hear yourself? Every kid has a dream, but you don't see trillions of astronauts, singers, lawyers and doctors with each generation, do you? Some end up beggars, janitors, hobos and what not. The only person that would support you is Urita, and he already lost. You can only fight your way to the top using Cosmo, but even if he wins, he will stand NO chance against either Ohma or Raian, especially with those injuries. Open your eyes, you're not surfing, there's no way you'll become the new chairman unless someone appoints you - And in case you haven't noticed, the political sway is nowhere in your favour. That boy sees you as his big brother. He respects and cares for you as much as he does for his own brother, his master and his senpai. If you completely dismiss that, you're as much of a psycho as that cop guy is." standing straight in front of Akira for her speech, she walked past him, hitting him with her shoulder. "Adam... Take care of Cosmo, will you? I don't trust this airhead with his well-being anymore." she scoffed, marching out of the balcony room, pissed beyond belief. By the time she went went to the stadium and finding the loser bunch, she went next to them and clutched the railing tightly, trying not to voice her wrath and the guys were yelling at the ref to end the game, or for Cosmo to get up and be strong. "He already broke four of his ribs, that psycho." Naoya was just as angry as Adam. "Do I get thrown out of the organization if I go down there and kill Akoya?" the girl was leaning dangerously over the railing. "I wish we could do that, damn it." Himuro was growling, moving his cast around. However, something sparked in the young boy - Something must have happened that made the psycho dismount Cosmo and lunge backwards. "HE'S BACK! COSMO IS BACK!" Kisara cried out from shock and glee. Though he let himself get punched, he was able to grab onto Akoya's arm - Even if the attempt was break, it was still very good. Cosmo was now fighting with his life on the line. He was losing all that inner rage, pain, desperation - And focusing them on his strategy and fight. Even if he got kicked right onto his broken ribs, he still didn't get down. "COSMO CAN WIN THIS!" just as she said, now Cosmo had his A-game face on. He had the face of a real fighter now. He wasn't Cosmo the kid, he was Cosmo the Fighter, with true determination to WIN. "You're right, he's changed... He's fighting for real now. Like a warrior." Kaneda nodded in agreement.

Cosmo got in a low tackling stance - His top speed was even faster than before and he was circling around the enemy to confuse him. He was running on adrenaline... But for how long can he really last? Even his reaction time was significantly faster. Still, the cop was just as fast, and he got him by the throat, dangling him in the air, only for Cos to escape with a kick to his eye. The peanut gallery was cheering loudly for him - And they realised he was moving fast into Akoya's blind spot. Cosmo was able to get him into a tight Python Hold.

"DON'T LET GO, COSMO! DON'T LET GO!" Kisara yelled out as loud as her lungs kept her. Next to her, everyone was encouraging the boy to hold on and destroy that bastard. The psycho started running backwards, slamming Cos into the wall, but even that wasn't enough. And he got slammed again. And again, but this time, down on the ground - And he let go of his sleeper hold.

But that was just what Cos wanted, because he tripped Akoya, slipping his limbs around him and getting him into yet another suffocating hold - But Akoya's hand was free, and he had free reign to punch at Cosmo's ribcage. And he punched and punched and punched, and Cosmo wailed - But no matter what, he didn't let go.

"I AM THE KING OF STRANGLERS, IMAI COSMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" with one last act of torment, the Grappler shrieked his throat raw, his fist up in the air, as Akoya fell limp over him. "HE WON!!!!!!!!!!" Kisara jumped on Kaneda, hugging him and swinging him around. "GOOD JOB, IMAI!" the guys around were celebrating his win.

The whole stadium was chanting Cosmo's name loudly - But it was now the time for Kisara to dash out of there and look for Ohma. She went to the waiting room, passing by Yamashita who looked rather distressed, and she found Ohma doing his warm up. With a sweet smile, she got in front of him and bent to his level. "How are you feeling, champion~❤️?" "Hasashi Kisara. I have a favour to ask." Ohma was serious - It made the girl widen her eyes and straighten her back. "What is it? Is it about Yamashita Kazuo?" Tokita, too, got up and put his hands on her shoulders, flashing a quick smile. "As intuitive as always. That's why you're good at predicting your opponent's moves with ease." as always, his mind was fixed on fighting. "The Kure Clan is threatening Yamashita Kazuo's eldest son. He's the true CEO behind Under Mount Inc, the company that hired the Kure Clan to begin with, but that old relic claimed the kid deceived them. The deal is that I have to beat that dumb shit to save that kid's life." Kisara started blinking rapidly from the shock. It wasn't easy processing such information, but she should be used to all sorts of crazy things by now. "You want me to take care of him while you're fighting, huh? It goes without saying, I wouldn't let anything happen to the old man. I already almost killed someone on impulse. Might as well get some proper warm up now." she chuckled lightly. "Don't worry your pretty head, just do what you always do. Beat that guy into oblivion. I'll take care of the rest." Ohma nodded, knowing she could rely on her. However, the next thing he mentioned was completely unrelated. "Imai Cosmo's match made me realise I have to teach you how to defend yourself better. It was funny yesterday, but now that I saw even that kid unable to escape a mounting properly, I knew I had to find something that would help you out. After this, we'll find something, okay?" she held a grateful smile - They were thinking in sync, as always. "Let's go after him. He can't stay alone too long." this comment made the girl pinch his chiseled cheek. "You're surprisingly considered and soft today, aren't you? Have I melted you, Ohma~❤️?" she had one of those enigmatic fox-like smiles. "If I say yes, will you stop pestering me?" her smile grew wider. "Then I'll claim my good luck kiss and leave." the brunet grabbed her face and pulled her into a deep kiss, leaving the girl awestruck as always. He didn't wait for her to wipe that sparkling smile off her face - He just put his arm around her shoulder and guided her out of there.

Halfway through the corridor they caught up to the manager who looked incredibly disheartened. "Don't you worry. I'm not letting them kill your oldest son." the fighter was as cocky as always. "Besides, why would I lose to that punk-ass brat? Just sit back and watch me. I'm gonna take his ass down." the girl laughed at his confident speech. "...Raian was right about me... I'm pissed at myself... It's all my fault that Kenzo turned out this way." Yamashita proceeded to tell the two about his relationship with Kenzo from his very childhood - How he was a sweet and very smart boy who loved to read and hated sports, but still indulged his father in playing baseball together to bond... Then one day, around highschool, he's changed drastically, and since then, he's shut himself in his room and wouldn't come out to see any of his family. The old man was so afraid of facing him, so afraid of him and what he's become, that he let him be. His wife left him, Yasuo became a delinquent, and he was all alone. "I know that I brought all of this on myself... If only I'd been firmer, we might still be a happy family. I'm a failure as a father, but still... I AM KENZO'S FATHER! I CAN'T JUST ABANDON KENZO!!! PLEASE, OHMA, PLEASE DEFEAT RAIAN!!!" bowing, Kazuo was sobbing desperately and pleading for his fighter to win.

While Ohma simply flashed him a confident smirk and walked inside the arena, Kisara's eyes were now wide, and her mouth was agape.

Kenzo... He said? Yamashita... Kenzo...? The nerdy little boy in her class who had a crush on her because she was smart like him? That guy with silly glasses, who got made fun of a lot for wearing them, to the point that Kisara got a pair of matching fake glasses so he wouldn't feel bad? The boy with whom she shared a desk with for four years? The boy who was as interested as her in science, and they promised to go to the same highschool and University, but then he disappeared? That boy that invited her for their graduation ball, and he let her tie his hair with a pretty ribbon because it grew so long and pretty and they wanted to match the ribbon with her dress?

"Yamashita... Kenzo. Yamashita Kenzo... From Tokyo... You must be fucking kidding me." she muttered to herself as she whipped out her phone and showed the old man a phone number. "Please tell me this isn't Kenzo's phone number." "... How do you have it?" the man took her phone in his hands gingerly, cradling it. "...I can't believe it. Tokyo is really smaller than I imagined." she muttered, taking back her phone and trying to dial the boy. "I was his classmate back in school. His best friend. I lost all contact with him once we got put in different highschools. I thought he hated me... But now I get what's going on, more or less. Let's keep calling him and make sure he's okay. And... Have faith in Ohma, okay? He will definitely win against Raian." Kisara gave the old man a wink as she kept dialing Kenzo over and over and over again. He wasn't answering to her, nor his father. Damn it.

The two fighters got in their stances and the match began - Though the first to move was Raian, Ohma delivered a nice punch to his face using the Ironbreaker move. Then, he used a mix of redirection and water katas to deliver a lightning-fast, unpredictable punching barrage... Until the villain grabbed his wrists, taunting him. To escape, Ohma kicked Raian where it hurt the most then delivered a knee to his chin, grabbed him by the head and neck, and using the weeping willow, he slammed him to the ground - Not fully, because Raian broke his fall with his hands as if he was doing a push-up, but Ohma predicted that and kicked him in the face, making him fly away to the other end of the arena.

He delivered numerous ironbreakers to the Kure's face and shoulder and chest and chin, going for a fast and deceiving footwork, Flame kata phantom dance, circling him like he circled Inaba, then punched him in the stomach. With all his Kata techniques hitting their mark, it looked like one-sided domination.

But something changed. Raian punched him so hard that he rolled backwards. "So you've gotten a little stronger - Big fucking deal! Don't tell me that's all you've got! Get back up. I'm gonna show you the insurmountable wall between you and me." Raian had a wicked grin on his face, looking down at the kneeling Ohma. "GET UP AND FIGHT, OHMA! FUCK HIM UP!" Kisara was screaming as loud as she could, hoping he could hear her... And that Kenzo would answer already. "Ohhh, you've got a little bitch cheering for ya, huh~❤️ I'm gonna have fun killing you in front of her. You're such a fuckin' let down!" Raian was laughing like a lunatic, casually wiping the blood from his face. "Your moves are all so shitty - Though that kick to the balls did hurt a little~❤️. I'm not interested in your mish-mash of moves! I wanna see THAT form from your first mach. You better get transitioning or I'll kill ya~♪" the weirdo was trying to provoke Ohma, but so far, it didn't work, and thank goodness for that. A provoked Ohma is a reckless and mindless Ohma. "Don't get cocky, you brat." the man smirked back as a reply.

Ohma kept trying to attack, but it was clear that Raian was done taking the brunt of all hits. He's got Ohma's pattern and techniques all figured out. What a fucking monster. "I told you - It's not gonna work. You haven't noticed yet, have you? You haven't mastered your techniques. That's why your accuracy sucks." is that true? Only someone properly fighting another could realise it, or someone staying in a very close proximity. It was an interesting piece of advice. If Ohma gets out of there alive, he can start focusing on the weaknesses that he had no idea he even had. It must really suck, thinking you can do something, but you're proven otherwise.

Raian was playing with Ohma as if he was some rag doll, picking him by the head, slamming him to the ground, punching him, and slamming and slamming and kicking... But there was something weird about this guy. He was fighting like a brawler. Like he was just enjoying a game. He wasn't serious. He was using no technique. He was just on a rampage, as if he wanted to throw away all negative feelings. "GET UP, OHMA! GET UP!"

And so he did.

With the use of his Advance.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, no, no, damn it, not that. Damn it, Ohma..." one of her hands was tugging at her hair frustration, while with the other, she still died the un-answering Kenzo. "That's it!! Ohma still had THIS ace up his sleeve! But... It seems a little different from last time, doesn't it?" Kazuo stepped closer, now standing next to the girl. "Yes... The output seems far stronger. I just fear that it will be so strong that it will take a toll on him." and it was the truth. Ohma's movements were now at least twice or thrice as fast as the first time around... But doesn't that mean it will damage his heart thrice as much?

He was throwing punch after punch, but even like that, Raian managed to get him back... Until Ohma caught his fist in his palm. "What's wrong? Did you just slow down?" his voice was much lower, with a dark vibrato that seemed absolutely hellish. Now he was even faster than before. It was enough to make Raian use his 100% Removal. "Big fucking deal. I'm gonna kill you, whoever the hell you are." ... what is that? Why did he sound as if he genuinely had no idea who he was fighting... And his eyes - The sclera was far darker than before, and his irises were glowing blood red, just like his body. All of his blood vessels must be congested that the blood was going faster than an airplane.

"I figured as much. It looks like I was right about Ohma's mysterious power. The source of Ohma's strength is his heart." Hanafusa came out of nowhere. "Yes, you are right." Kisara nodded at him. "And it's taking a hell of a toll on it. Two days ago, he had massive bleeding. I don't know if he'll last, at this rate." though she didn't turn to look at him, he stepped next to her to get a closer look to the fight. "I See. So my hypothesis was correct. From the sound of his heartbeat, his heart is working for or five times harder than it is at rest. Considering the amount of physical damage taken... His life really is hanging on by a thread." he confirmed what she already knew. "Ohma... Is... Going to die...?" Kazuo's revelation was a painful one. The more he thought, Ohma kept saying "Shut the fuck up, who the hell are you?" it was an awful sign. "... He's having temporary amnesia, isn't he? The damage already got to his brain." Kisara muttered, making the doctor nod curtly. The more they thought, the worse the man was and the doctor was asking the manager if he wanted to keep the fight going or... But he was already gone, most likely, desperately calling for his son... But he wouldn't answer.

Ohma was getting more chaotic with his fighting, even coughing an exorbitant amount of blood from a punch to his diaphragm, then an awful punch to the face that sent the brunet flying in circles all the way across the stadium. And he was not moving at all. Even his advance disappeared. "OHMA, GET UP AND FIGHT! WIN, OHMA, WIN! YOU CAN DO IT! TOKITAAAAAAAAA OHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" though Kisara wasn't the only one crying out his name - From the stadium, Kiryu Setsuna was livid, and the old man was already on his knees, crying, thinking that he lost both Ohma and Kenzo. "WAKE UP, YOU STUPID GYM RAT! FUCKING WIN! TOKITAAAAAAAAAA OHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" she continued screaming raw, and she would scream his name even if it was ripped apart and bleeding and had no voice anymore. Tokita Ohma couldn't die now. He just couldn't. He had to get up and win this shit. "OOOHMAAAAA!!! GET UP!!! PLEAASEEEE, GET UP!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE DON'T DIE!!!" Yamashita Kazuo was calling out to the man, right next to the girl, but their voices were left unheard by him - He wasn't budging from the ground... But Raian wasn't using the removal anymore. Why? Why wasn't he? Because his Removal was the same as the Advance, at its core. A technique that made you powerful, in detriment of something concerning your health - And it came with a timer, just like the Advance. This must be it, and it seemed like the old man had the same idea. "OHMA!!! HE CAN'T USE REMOVAL ANYMORE! HE'S DONE FOR! GET UP AND KILL THAT SHITTY BRAT!" Kisara was the first to cry out. "RAIAN CAN'T USE THE REMOVAL ANYMORE! JUST BECAUSE HE UNLEASHES HIS LATENT POWER DOESN'T MEAN HIS ENDURANCE IMPROVES! AFTER TAKING YOUR ATTACKS HEAD-ON, RAIAN DOESN'T HAVE THE STRENGTH LEFT TO MAINTAIN THE REMOVAL!!!" for an old man, he really had good lungs to yell out so much and so loud. "HE'S DEAD MEAT, OHMA!! SHOW HIM WHO'S THE STRONGEST MAN OUT THERE! HE'S APPROACHING! FUCKING GET UP -- OHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" the two kept screaming, but they had no idea if it was doing anything at all.

Either way, Raian was prowling dangerously towards the knocked out Ohma -- And finally, his muscles were twitching. Leaning on his knees and forearms, he was struggling and trembling to get up, fight the pain, the fatigue and weak, until he was finally standing, albeit still a bit wobbly. Even in spite of all this, he now looked to be a complete different man - With his techniques, Ohma seemed far more precise with all of his hits, and they were incredibly powerful. The brunet got the devil himself by the neck and though he tried to spin him, Raian performed a neck spring and got him away - But that wasn't enough, for Ohma retaliated with more punches and even what looked to be a grappling move, making Ohma sit on Raian's upper back and keep his arm in a tight lock, it was absolutely fantastic - And even from that, he escaped.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! OHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Kazuo was shrieking as loud as he could. "OHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! KILL HIM, OHMA!!!!!!!!" Kisara, too, encouraged him with just as much fire.

They were hitting each other more and more until, for exactly 0,14 seconds, Raian lost consciousness - Ohma knew it was his one and only change to defeat his foe, so he grabbed his arm, crossed his own leg behind his own to make him lose balance and fall to the ground, and he followed with a new Niko Style technique of incredible power that broke his face continuously - Until he was declared the winner.

Ohma was kneeling on the ground, panting, while Raian was sprawled on his back, looking like a dead devil. With an ear-piercing shriek of glee, Kisara immediately dashed across the arena and slid on the sad on her knees, her arms wrapped around his body, putting his forehead to her shoulder. "Please tell me you remember me. Please remember me. Please remember me." he had no strength to answer with his words, but her shaky breath and the trembling of her body kept him awake and sane in her warm, tight embrace. He needed to reassure her somehow... Why would he remember her? Why are you speaking so much nonsense? You're the smart one, not him. If you wanted a hug, you should have just said so. You don't need to cry for it. He hates when Kisara cries, it really breaks him. He can't even look at her and keep his composure when he sees that distressed look on her face, the way that bottom lip quivers and how those tears glimmer in those beautiful green eyes of her. She's too pretty to cry... Please be happy. Please smile for me.

Ohma's arms gathered enough strength to sneak around her torso. He still knows who you are, Hasashi Kisara. "I love you so much, Ohma. I love you so much. Please don't die on me. I need you. I really need you. I love you, please don't die on me. I love you so much, you can't even realise. Please, please, please, please, please, Ohma, live. Live. Please. Live." she sounded outright mental and in pain. Her voice was sending agony through his veins and nerves more than his injuries, just like back then, in the bathroom, when she caught him coughing and vomiting blood and what not. He was too weak to answer though. Instead, he felt her struggling to pick him up and drag him over her shoulder... It was just like back then, in that alley, but this time, he still held onto his consciousness. Barely, but still there. She really got stronger over the years. He was so proud of her. "Get him to the infirmary right now. Hanafusa is the only one who can take care of him." he heard her giving instructions, and next thing he knows, his gravity center shifted, and he was on his back. He was be in a stretcher, being quickly delivered for intensive care or something.

There was nothing she could do now. The infirmary was already overcrowded and Ohma had a lot of people wanting to visit him. She'll go visit him later, when the situation has diffused and she's calmed down as much possible. She was losing her mind now.

But she knew just what to do. It was Takeshi's match next. He must be in the waiting room now, 'listening' to music and getting his shit together. Ohma was is great hands. If Hanafusa can't save him, nobody can. But Ohma was strong, he won't give up now. He has a tournament to win.

"Hey... Takeshi... Is your music still off?" after knocking lightly, she opened the door just a bit and peeked inside. Though he didn't reply, he motioned for her to come over, and so she did. "How are you feeling, Takeshi. Still anxious?" she tried to put on a smile, but it was weak. "It was Tokita's match, wasn't it? Did he win?" the girl nodded, but she didn't meet his eyes. "Then why are you upset?" "...He's used the Advance again... Only, for some reason, the output was like five times stronger. And... His opponent was Raian, of all people. I hope he'll get up in two days." she confessed, hanging her head. "But I didn't come here to complain. I came here to encourage you. The Superhuman Wakatsuki Takeshi is going the win today again, without a doubt, okay? So there's no need to be nervous. You're strong, you're smart, you have great techniques. You're the Wild Tiger. You don't have anything to prove to anyone that you're strong. You just have to realise it yourself and find complete self-confidence." the man took of his earbuds and put the phone on the table. "You've got to stop crying when encouraging people. I can't stand seeing my best friend crying, you know? She's building me up while she's breaking inside. Come here." the girl let out a ragged exhale of amusement as she took a step forward and felt his hand wiping away the stray tears before he pulled her in a hug, just like she did for him the previous round... And many other times, in the long time they've known each other. Instinctively, Kisara wrapped her tiny arms around him and held him tighter. She wanted to hug the life out of Ohma, but she was so afraid she'd hurt him that she held back. She was so afraid he'd have forgotten her, so afraid that he'd die in her arms... That would break her in every way possible. She can't watch the love of her life dying in her arms. She'd rather commit seppuku than have that happening to her. So, she hugged Takeshi as hard as she wanted to hug Ohma - At least he could take the hug. "Thank you, Takeshi. Thank you. I really needed this." after a little while, she managed to take a deep breath and she calmed herself. "I think it's time for you match. Are you ready, Wild Tiger?" standing back at arm's length, she smiled at him, this time, genuinely, much brighter and filled with fire and encouragement. "Yes. Let's go." together, they walked towards the entrance to the arena.

Julius was the first to enter - And then, Wakatsuki Takeshi's name was called.

And the Wild Tiger jumped in the arena.

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The Life of a Secretary

ANOTHER KENGAN OC!

Bunko is a strong woman that is in a poly relationship with Inaba & Urita.

This is fairly relaxed/sweet, 18+ for usual.

I had grown up in a wealthy family, yet I was so plain. Aside from my wealth, I had no beauty and it felt like I had no skills. I applied myself, and it seemed that I had finally found a purpose in life, to help with money. I became an assistant at Pensonic to Uriko Suziko, the head of Pensonic. I simply did what I was told, no questions asked. I had noticed there was always something in his shadow, it seemed to be human but I couldn't decipher its shape entirely. It was ball like, limbs outstretching with oil like hair. Its origin was a mystery to me. After days of staring and trying to decipher it, Suziko finally spoke up.

"Curious about my friend, are you?" He laughed, neatly folding his papers. "Everyone who ever works for me always asks me about him. Inaba, please introduce yourself."

The ball unfurled, digits gripping into the floor as it approached me. He slowly sauntered over, crawling cautiously. "

"I'm... I'm Inaba Ryo." He gently scooped his hair out of his face, his eyes lighting up. He had a surprisingly childish and... adorable face!

Much to his surprise, I didn't scream or run. I offered a hand, squatting down to meet him with a smile.

"Bunko. The pleasure is mine." He studied my hand, and looking to Suziko, he was given a reassuring nod. His hands were rough, calloused from years of training and fighting, yet from touching his hair, it was slick with some oil. My hand, by comparison, only had paper cuts, cat scratches and some dryness. It was as if I understood him upon touching him. This... this was a warrior. A blood thirsty assassin.

"You're Suziko's bodyguard, correct?" I just... wanted to keep speaking with him. I didn't have much else to say, especially when it came to others. I lived a quiet life where I spent most of my off time playing games or trying to catch fights when I could... not that Suziko knew!

"Right." He replied with a smile.

"Well ah..." Bunko pull yourself together. What a cutie! "Y-you're so good, I hardly see you half of the time. You're amazing."

Suziko laughed, intervening. "Alright he gets it. I need you to go mail these papers for me before the mail man drops by." He offered me the stack of them. I nodded and stood up, completely forgetting Inaba's hand was still connected to mine. I went to walk away, grounded by something. I turned to look at my hand, his own still wrapped around mine.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" I gasped, trying to take my hand back. He held onto it, staring at me as his hair fell back down. Releasing it gently, he retreated back to the shadows, keeping a close eye on me as I left.

I closed the door behind me and went to go prepare these to send.

Suziko leaned against the desk, crossing one leg over the other as he folded his arms. "It's been a while since you introduced yourself to anyone, Inaba." He spoke in a warm tone.

"I like her." He looked to the door, eyes barely peering out from behind his curtain of hair.

"Just make sure you two don't distract each other too much. The tournament is coming up, after all."

"It doesn't help to have a little bit of motivation though." Inaba grinned.

My shift was winding down to an end. The last of the mail was sent, calls arranged, meetings made, everything was in place and I could finally rest easy. I made my way back home, meandering through the dark streets. The city was constantly bustling, never resting for any second. I boarded onto the subway, leaning near the door, my thoughts drifting on about what dungeons I wanted to go through with my guild mates...

I felt a presence closing in to me. A familiar one. A business man. I groaned, here we go again. There were no words, only a creepy huffing as I could feel his hand closing in on me. Before he could touch me, another hand gripped onto mine as a foot collided with the man. I was frozen as I saw the man go flying across the empty car. Surely there was no one else in here... was there?

I looked to my hand again to see the familiar black ball of hair.

"I-Inaba?"

His eyes looked up to me, making sure I was safe before, dragging me to a seat, placing me in it and coiling up next to me. His hair covered over me like an added layer of security. I smiled,weaving my hand throughout his hair as I enjoyed the moment. It felt like a dream, to be rescued by my... shining, spider like knight...? Still, it was pleasant, fantasy like, whimsical.

"Thank you." I replied, looking to him with a smile. Inaba grinned back. There wasn't much to say, it was simply understood.

"Your kick was pretty good." She looked to the unconscious business man, grinning. "You looked like Terry when he does his rocket moves!" I spoke absent mindedly, pumped up about what had just happened. I had such a rush of emotions I had completely forgotten I mentioned an underground fighter.

"Oh. You watch Kengan fights too?" Inaba tilted his head, giving an interested look. His hand released my sweaty one, touching my cheek gently. "I'm a fighter too."

I looked to him. I knew, but... I had never seen him fight. I could feel it, in his palms as they touched my face. His skin was so white compared to my own, he seemed like a ghost.

"I uh..." I took up my hands, cupping it against my cheek. "I can feel. Your skin is so rough, I can feel the scars, the injuries..." I found myself drifting off, speaking aloud as I felt secure with him, almost alone in this car as his hair cocooned me. "You mostly use... your digits... and... there's so much muscle build up here... it's unlike anything I had ever felt."

Inaba stared, impressed but a bit taken aback by the more affectionate gesture. He kept his cool, still keeping his finger there as he moved closer.

"Can you... feel more of me?" He asked, pressing his nose against mine.

Oh goodness! Was I being proposed for something sexual? I darted my eyes around. This wouldn't be like with the random, sleazy office workers... no, this was... something consensual between them. "U-uhm how... much more?"

"Everything." He stared into my eyes.

Damn it, too close!! I was going to reply but I was met with a sudden, forceful kiss that drowned out any noise I made. I was pleasantly interrupted, this had to be one of the most enjoyable things that had ever happened in my boring life. My heart was racing as I gripped onto his hand. He broke it, studying me.

"I..." I blinked. "I uhm... s-sure." Why did I agree to this? The train approached my station, stopping only for a few seconds before passing it. Oh. I looked to it as we sped away from it.

"My place." Inaba offered, nuzzling himself against my face.

I'd need to swing by my own place to get clothes... take a shower... put on my make up for tomorrow... this was a lot. It would be easier to go home but, I... I couldn't decline him.

"Sure." I replied, then was greeted with another ravaging kiss.

We stopped at a small station, Inaba regaining his familiar ball shape as his hand continued to grip onto mine. He paused as he left the station, and quickly, crawled up my back to cling to me. Essentially, he had become my piggy back rider. I'm not really sure how, but I was able to keep him on me. Was it years of baby sitting? Upon further inspection, it was his hairs wrapped around my body, fortifying me. I could feel his heart beating against my back, and, I could feel him directing me in what direction to go.

We made it in front of a large estate. It was to be expected due to his work, but... it was an entire clan. This was not what she was expecting. I wanted to compliment his estate, but I refrained from doing so to avoid seeming materialistic. Truly the worst trait a woman can have. We found ourselves opening a paper door, and closing it behind, I hadn't had the time to take my shoes off before being placed into the bed as he stood up.

"It's... been a long time since I've spoken with a civilian." Inabra smiled, sitting down next to me. "I'm glad you aren't scared of me."

"Scared..." I laughed. I took a few pillows into my arms, propping my head up on them as I began to speak to him. "I admire you. I wish I was born with some duty, some purpose, a skill... I haven't anything like you have."

"Well..." Ryo sat in front of me, propping his head up on the same pillows. He really knew how to comfortably invade my personal space. "I think you have a skill. I feel really relaxed with you... it's like when I was a school kid with my best friends. I want to tell you everything."

I curled my lips. How precious... it was even cuter when he was so close to me! He gave me another light peck. "Don't betray me."

"A-ah I wouldn't ever! You and Urita mean so much to me!" I laughed nervously. He was quite intimidating despite his boyish appearance. He curled up again, now sliding himself beneath the covers as his limbs contorted around me. I made myself comfortable by laying on my side, supporting my head with the multiple pillows. Ryo had found himself a set of pillows... my chest. I was more embarrassed that I hadn't showered in a while.

"I uhm... I had plans to shower when I got home... d-do you mind if I do that here?" I tried to peep out of my mouth.

"Ah, right. I'm the one who interrupted your plans, my apologies." He uncurled himself, sitting up as he smiled. He got down on all fours once again, and as I stood up, his hand gripped mine. "I should join you."

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TORTURE ME!!!! I could feel myself screaming within, and yet, WHY DIDN'T THIS HAPPEN SOONER! I'm nearing my mid 30's and I already get teased a lot by Sizuko and the other employees that I'll be an old maid!!!

"I-if you want." I replied, letting him guide me to the bath room. It was massive, as expected for an assassin clan's home. There were showers and of course, a large tub full of warm, rejuvenating water.

"I want you to wash me and I'll wash you. It'll be fun." He was giddy. He scurried over to the showers like an excited child waiting to show his mom he could operate the gears. I walked over, having to awkwardly disrobe in front of my... boss's bodyguard? He threw off his clothes in an instant, it was almost as if I looked up one minute and the next I was greeted with his firm, tight bottom displayed before me.

He started up the water, peering back to me before sheepishly looking down. It seems like he didn't think this through either.

"U-uhm I can wear a towel if you want..." I offered. He nodded, pointing to the stack near the entrance. I grabbed one for me and him before covering myself and returning back. I threw him a towel, peering away.

"Thanks." He threw his on around his waist. He stood up, putting his hands on his hips as he laughed. "I feel like I'm in the ring again!"

I laughed with him. It was pretty cute. I paused as I took up a bucket of water. "Inaba..."

"Ryo, please." He corrected me.

"Ah uhm Ryo-kun," His face flushed at the suffix. "Do you want me to wash your back?"

His face contorted at the myriad of options, all of which excited him and made him more eager. Kun. He looked back to me, picking me up with his arms and placing me on his lap. The size difference was noticeable, but his strength let him support me easily.

“I’m going to be washing you Miss Bunko.” He smiled, lifting up a washcloth to start on my shoulders. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

Kengan tournament. We were one of the fortunate parties to be invited onto the ship without having to face blood shed. A familiar face strutted towards us. "Hey cos!" It greeted. Nishihonji Akira, CEO of his father's security system. He warmly hugged Sukizo and gave Inaba a hug as well. Imai Cosmo, a fighter I had heard of but haven't seen, approached us, wanting hugs. He warmly wrapped himself around me.

"Are you Mr. Sukizo's assistant?" He beamed. I laughed, straightening my glasses.

"Y-yes." Assistant was such a... general term. I was more of a support class in an RPG. I did everything for these two. If Sukizo was a merchant/tank, then Inaba was definitely straight DPS. How nerdy of me...

"I'm. so. jealous." He huffed, slumping in against me. His hug was certainly strong, it was easy to see how he could be a formidable grappler. His size also worked to his advantage. Wait... jealous? "Why do they get a cute mom assistant...?" He asked me, pouting.

"Cute mom...?" I replied weakly, unsure of how to handle this. I guess in a way... I was their mom figure. Did either of them even have mother figures? Maybe they had a decent relationship with their mom, but nothing a growing child needs. I laughed. "I'm sure Mr. Nishihonji will hire someone soon to take care of you both, kind of like miss Kaede. You're both very sweet so it'll be easy finding someone."

Imai's face turned red. He blew up at the compliment, keeping her close. How he wanted to be babied more! A hand gently moved Imai away, making him audibly whine. "Inabaaaa! Don't do this to meeee!"

"Don't tease miss Bunko." He huffed, crawling onto my back again as he put his head on top of my own. You were one to talk, you hypocrite...

"Inaba! Did you find yourself a girlfriend finally?" Nishihonji teased, smiling. Sukizo laughed with him.

"Oh yes, they're inseparable!"

... Sukizo... you spend just as much time with us, if not more so, than any other person due to our jobs. It seemed hypocritical to be giggling at a body guard and an assistant spending time together, no less working as a support system for Sukizo.

Sukizo and Nishihonji disappeared. I gently patted Inaba's head as Imai stuck around to speak with us.

"I always worry for all of you... I know this is just the way of life here and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy watching it." I explained with a hearty sigh. Inaba was now positioned around me, hanging onto my torso like a baby to a mother animal. Imai beamed.

"Ahh don't worry Miss Bunko! I'll show off for you~!" He posed, flexing a bit. I laughed and patted his arm muscle. He was only a bit bigger than my little spider, but he was incredibly formidable. It would be fun to see these two pitted against each other.

The two CEOs returned with their match ups.

"Oh I don't know who to feel worse for, us or you two." I joked about the match ups. Both opponents seemed terrifying. Ohma was like an angry dog with no master, let loose every so often. Adam was more like a rampaging bull... which was fitting given his home region.

"Don't worry, it will be over in no time." Imai boasted.

"I'm looking forward to my match..." Idara smiled, leaning into me more as I reworked my hands on his glutes to support him.

"You'll both do great, I'm sure." I reassured them. I gently placed Inaba down so I could walk again,but not without giving Imai another hug as well as Nishihonji. We all said good bye and good luck and began to walk.

Meandering down the corridor, I began to try to recount all of the details I knew of Ohma. I had only seen a few of his fights, but his style was unlike anyone else I had ever seen. Idnaba, giddy for the next match, brought himself up to a bipedial movement. I continued to hold his hand as Sukizo commented on his excitement.

"Me.. take on a rookie, huh?"

In the hospital room, Bunko was by Inaba’s side. As he awoke, Ukizo and him had a heartfelt reunion moment. Bunko followed with a soft stroke of his face.

"Miss Bunko...?" He smiled, looking towards her. "Could you... brush my hair?"

"Sure. I even brought all of your brushes." She replied, getting up to retrieve a box of expensive looking hair brushes. He smiled, staring up at the ceiling.

"I haven't been able to live in the moment in so long... live as a fighter. I feel rejuvenated. This is my blood. This is what I am.” He patted his chest gently, wincing in pain. His eyes trailed over to her as she lifted up her tool kit into her lap. “Does it ever bother you?"

"No, it doesn’t bother me that you are an assassin." She replied, taking out a detangler as she began to bring his hair together with her other hand. “Unless if you mean something else...” She took a segment of his hair, gently running the detangler through it.

"I mean, that someone you care for could die in any fight?"

Pausing, she looked to Inaba with pain in her heart, tears falling. She already felt them welling up by him in this position, but they were raining down now that he mentioned his mortality to her.

"Yes but... this is your life. I know if you were to die, I could live without regret because I was able to care for you, and have you trust and care for me as well. I used to worry so much but... I decided, I want to make the most of all of the time I have with you." She placed the brush down, sobbing against his chest gently.

"I love you Ryo-kun."

"I love you too, Bunko-chan."

Bunko was dizzy from excitement as she raced around the house, gathering up her things. A business trip with her favorite people from her company! Her dreamy CEO and his handsome and adorable bodyguard! In bathing suits no less!!! She was so eager to see more of their bodies, she laughed to herself but immediately became disheartened.

Oh right... I don’t think they’ve ever seen me in casual clothing... nor my body no less. She panicked, staring down at her toned body of built up muscle. Most men found her strength intimidating, especially so in a misogynistic society.

Well, if they don’t like me for who I am, then maybe it wasn’t meant to be... she thought, reassuring herself. W-Working here! I mean! She panicked. The last of her clothes were packed, and just in time for her ride share to arrive... with none other than her mentioned coworkers.

Walking out with her suitcase around her shoulder, her large sunhat and sunglasses blocked the sun as a flowing top hid her defined body. An expensive car pulled up, Urita in the drivers’ seat as he smiled. “Hey! Don’t you look great- oh goodness, let me help you with that!” He jumped out of the car with Inaba, who was already trying to put his hair onto it to grasp it closer.

“Ohh don’t you two worry! I got this!” She giggled as the trunk popped open, placing her brief case in between their things. “It’s not that heavy but I appreciate it.” She walked into the back as the other two got back in.

“Alright Miss Strong Secretary...” Urita chided her, getting the car ready for the long trip ahead to the beach. Inaba peered to Bunko from the passenger seat, hardly strapped in as his limbs were all over the place.

“You aren’t lonely back there, are you?”

“I’ll be fine! After all, someone needs to keep Mr. Urita company.” Bunko laughed, tilting her head.

“Alright. Wait, why didn’t we hire a private driver again?” Inaba prodded at Urita as he sucked in his bottom lip.

“BecauseIsortofwantedittobeonlyus.” Urita coughed, turning the key to start up the car. It was barely audible to Inaba, who let out a loud ‘oh!’ sound, and Bunko was unable to hear it.

#OC x Canon #Mabel Writes #Bunko #Inaba Ryo #Urita Sukizo

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