In the days after telling Hibiki who I really am, my father has done everything he can to keep me in the compound. I was put through more training than usual. I didn’t mind that so much. I have a lot of anger to work out. And getting to beat the shit out of my dad’s men kept Kitsune at bay.
Plus, it made sure no one found out about Hibiki. Dad was livid enough about Trevor and Sebastian. “You bring shame to our family.” he shook his head as I sat at the dining table eating breakfast. “I bring shame to our family? Have you looked in your mirror? Or do you not dare because you know you’ll be looking at a monster?” I scoffed.
“Say what you like, but I’ve never dishonored our family. Sleeping with those Gai-ko. All I can be is thankful that you’ve not gotten yourself pregnant.” he glared.
I can’t believe she’s here. She’s a total fox in that kimono. I’ve seen my share of women wearing kimonos growing up in this shop, but none have looked even half as good as Yūri. Meanwhile, I know I look like a square in mine. I’d instead be wearing a suit like the stiff that’s here with her and her friend.This Hichario guy is giving me the creeps. I don’t think he likes me very much. Not really fair of him, given he doesn’t even know me. “You met at the protest? So you are friends with her boyfriends Trevor and Sebastian?” Mayu asked. I internalized my annoyance as the girl called them Yūri’s boyfriends.“I’m acquainted with them. I wouldn’t say we’re friends.” I commented, focusing on the steps of the tea ceremony. “They are not her boyfriends. You sho
His mother is adorable. I was snickering as he was quick to lead me away from the tea house and to his car, or I should say jeep. It seemed fitting. He didn’t come off as the type to drive a sports car or some muscle car. I also can’t see him driving a van either. So the red jeep was fitting.“Your mother is adorable.” I commented as I carefully hopped into the jeep. Moving in this kimono isn’t the easiest thing in the world. One of the reasons I don’t like wearing them. Really hard to run, let alone fight, when wearing one of these damn things. But apparently, Hibiki likes how I look in it, so point to the kimono.“Don’t encourage her.” he sighed as he pulled away from the curb. I laughed. “It’s sweet, though. She wants her little boy to find a nice Japanese girl and settle down.” I
I groaned, rubbing my hand over my face. This woman is going to give Rickie a heart attack or something. Poor guy is totally unprepared for the likes of Yūri Hatake. Then again, I don’t think any man is prepared for this woman. “Stop messing with him.” I called out as I wrapped a sheet around my waist.“Why? I’m having fun. His face is almost the same shade of red as his hair. It’s adorable. Never hooked up with a fire crotch before.” Yūri laughed, glancing over her shoulder at me before eyeing poor Rickie. I rolled my eyes, stepping up behind her placing my arms around her waist. “Stop terrorizing my co-worker.” I sighed, kissing her cheek as I pulled her kimono closed.“Um... I…” Rickie still couldn’t form coherent sentences. “I think I broke him.” Yūri pouted. &l
***Present Day***I knew that Yūri’s story was going to be a wild one. The few stories she’d told me over the last three years of dating Riko have been epic. And now that she and Hibiki have agreed to give me the full story...their story is nuts! It’s why I wanted to make it into a manga.Orgy protests, breaking people’s wrists, almost killing her own father, murdering a local judge, and Hibiki getting assigned the case to catch her. This was great stuff. I would have loved to hear more directly from them. But of course, they had to go home. So now I’m getting emails from them with their story typed up. And best of all they’ve included some pictures.“Damn.” I whistled as I opened an image from the zip file. “What are you whistling about?” Riko’s sweet voice fille
***1972***A copycat! A mother fucking copycat! Whoever had the balls to copy me, to make it look like I was killing low-level nobodies… I’m going to cut their head off and put it on a chain to wear on my belt. They are going to suffer. Oh, they going to suffer.I managed to contain my anger the entire drive back to my car. “So am I going to see you again?” Hibiki asked as he parked next to my Camaro. “Do you want to?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. He gives me a look that clearly says, ‘are you serious.’ “Is that really a question?” he chuckled.“Then you will.” I nodded, moving to get out. “How will I find you?” he asked, grabbing my arm before I could get too far. I smirked. “You’re the cop. I’m sure you can figure
It’s been a week since I’ve seen her. And fuck if I don’t miss her. I’ve worked every day at my parent’s tea house, hoping she’d stop in again. But I haven’t seen her or her friends. And she hasn’t stopped by my place. I'm so desperate to try and see her that I’m back at Janson Garage, hoping to find her with her mechanic lover. “Be with you in just a second!” Trevor called out from under the hood of a Cadillac as the door chimed, announcing my arrival. He rolled out from under the car before I could answer. “Oh hey… Hibiki, right? Did your car break down again? Cause I’m sure you aren’t here to see me.” he smiled, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. I don’t know what he was trying to wipe away, but all he did was manage to smear something black over his face. “My car is fine. Thanks. I was just wondering if Yūri was here or if you’d heard
Time stood still as those words echoed in my ears. My father, the bastard, the biggest piece of shit on this planet, and the next person I’m going to kill has ‘decided’ not only that I’m getting married but to whom!? I should have brought my weapon. But killing him with my bare hands will be all the sweeter.“You will marry Rokurō in two weeks.” my father… no, he has lost that title… Takashi decreed. My eyes widened, my nostrils flared, and before I knew it, I had lunged across his desk, knocking him and his chair to the ground as I started punching blindly at his face. “YOU MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!! I’LL KILL YOU! I AM NOT MARRYING THAT LECHEROUS WRINKLED-UP PIECE OF TRASH YOU CALL A FRIEND!!” I shouted. I was still throwing punches as three of my
**Present Day*** “This is insane.” I blinked, shaking my head as I read the most recent email from my grandparents. “I can’t believe her father would do that. It’s appalling.” I frowned. “I fully agree with you, sweetheart. We thought your dad was bad. At least he didn’t think he could force you to marry someone.” Darius agreed. I could feel his anger and frustration with what we just read as I reclined into him. He really does make for a comfy recliner. They are all comfortable to lean into. I wouldn’t have thought they would be given their muscular bodies, but they are. Or maybe I find them comfy because I always feel relaxed and at home when in their arms. “Yes, all he did was try to keep you all away from me while I was in the hospital. “I nodded. It was still a sore spot for us. As far as my father has come i