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
***1972***She’s Kitsune! I’ve had sex multiple times with a yakuza assassin. I’ve brought an assassin into my apartment, and now I’m bringing her into my parents’ home. What the hell is wrong with me?! I should be arresting her. I should have arrested her at her house. Should have cuffed her and loaded her up into the vans with the rest of the yakuza.But I couldn’t. And I didn’t. So here I am, escorting Yūri from my jeep into my parents’ house. Officially, I’ve completely lost my mind. I am aiding and abetting a wanted criminal. At least her mask is in my glove box. I don’t want my parents to see that. They aren’t stupid, and they’d recognize a Kitsune mask.“Hibiki? Is that you? What are you doing stopping in so la…” my dad
His parents were...well, different from what I’m used to. But I suppose that is to be expected. I didn’t exactly grow up having the best examples. My mother was meek and submissive to my dad. My father was and still is a piece of shit.Hikari and Riko were different from them. Yes, Riko seemed softer, but she didn’t come off as meek or submissive. Not brandishing that iron skillet when she thought we were intruders.It was strange being in their home. And the whole time, Hibiki kept his distance from me. I don’t blame him. I knew him finding out my secret would change everything. I don’t even know why he brought me here. He could have just left me to my own devices. I can fend for myself.But the strangest thing to happen tonight, of everything that’s happened, the one