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
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I sat in my Jeep for over an hour outside my parents’ house. I was torn between the urge to head straight to the precinct and turn myself in for aiding a known killer and to go back inside and hold that same killer in my arms. I’m nuts. That’s all there is to it. I have to be. I know she’s a cold-blooded killer, and I want to be with her. I don’t know what time it was when I finally returned to my apartment. I just know I had a restless sleep. Plagued by dreams, or rather nightmares. In one, I arrived too late and found Yūri being arrested or, worse, shot. I shuddered as I stepped out of the shower, remembering that nightmare vividly. The glass of her window smashed open from the inside. I pulled my jacket up to project myself from the falling shards as I stepped back. And then I saw her falling backward from the window. I screamed her name, rushing for
I don’t think we have any albums like this at the compound. We didn’t take many pictures when I was a child. Just a few for special events. But that was it, and they were formal, posed, fake. They were what my father wanted the world to see. What my mother prayed was how the world saw our family. The perfect happy family instead of a power-mad father, a weak-willed mother, and a murderous daughter.Looking at Hibiki’s family photos stirred something in me. I envied him. I envied what they had. How happy they looked. They had what I could never have. It should piss me off. And okay, it did at the beginning. I was pissed at my parents for not letting me have a life like this. I was pissed at Hibiki and his parents for having such a happy life.But the anger faded, and I just took joy in looking at all the images, of getting this glim
I won’t say it aloud because she’d probably kick my ass. But I could easily get used to coming home from work to her. To her smile. To her teasing manner. And most certainly to her incredible body. Sex after a long day at work is one hell of a fun way to unwind.Too bad it couldn’t last. I’d have happily laid here with Yūri in my arms. But reality was going to come crashing in whether we wanted it to or not. And I know we can’t talk about her father and that stuff if my parents are here. So it was on me to burst our bubble.I frowned as she told me Rokurō, her father’s second in command and her friend’s father, is who her father wants her to marry. I remember seeing the man in the cell. The thought of him ever touching Yūri churned my stomach. “That shriveled nut sack?” I asked. Yūri fell back on
I don’t like the idea that someone else is taking the wrap for what I did as Kitsune. But I don’t think there’s much I can do about it. She did pose as Kitsune and has killed two people using the name. I also can’t believe Hibiki was dumb enough to tell my father we’ve hooked up. What an idiot.I know I have to leave. Mayu and Hachiro do too. If we don’t, my father will eventually get out and have us killed. I don’t want to leave, though. Whatever this is between Hibiki and me, I want to see where it goes. And I know I can’t do that if I leave. Trevor and Sebastian will be sad if I leave, but they’ll be fine. And I’ll be fine ending things with them too.Which begs the question, what the fuck makes Hibiki so different? I can’t really put my finger on it. Maybe it’s because he knows wh
Damn it, Hachiro. He just had to show up and ruin the moment. Now I’ll never get to tell her how I’ve been feeling. She's going to be fleeing the state, and I’m fucked. Then again, damned if I do and damned if I don’t. If I told her that I was developing feelings for her. That I might even be in love with her, I could have lost her anyway. Maybe it’s for the best that this ended without my confession.I went home to my apartment and slumped onto my futon. I don’t even have the energy to get up and grab a beer. I just feel hollow. And I’ve been feeling that way since I dropped her off. I miss her smile. I miss that mischievous look in her eyes. I wish she was here with me.I was basically a zombie for the next three days. Things were hectic still at work. The lower-level guys from the raid were getting stuck with e
Hot damn, was that good. I really don’t want that to be goodbye sex. I blinked, lazily raising my head at his words. “Hmm?” I furrowed my brow. “We were both in such a hurry and thinking with lower brains we didn’t put a condom on.” Hibiki reiterated. Oh, fuck!I suddenly sat up, causing us both to groan because while he’s getting soft, he’s still in me. I shifted off him, another duet of groans filled the room. I was tempted to just slip back down on him and see if I could entice him to a second round.No condom! That's right. That's why I’m even getting off him. I frowned, glancing down and yep, there’s no condom on his dick. And double yep, there’s some cum leaking onto my thigh. “Crap.” I groaned, hitting my palm against my forehead.&
***The Present***I got to be the lucky one to read the latest email from Yūri and Hibiki. Forrest and Darius are at classes, and Riko’s at work. I was home going over plans making sure I had everything for my bakery opening. It’s a lot to take on, but it’s going to be worth it.Baking is what makes me happy. And honestly, before Riko, it was the only thing that did. Since her baking has become second in what makes me happiest. Every day I get to be with Riko, I’m happy. She’s the light of my world. Of my brothers too. We love her, and while our relationship isn’t ‘normal,’ we all make it work, and we want to make this forever.I was so engrossed in reading the email I’d forgotten all about my test batch of cooki
****1972****There is no doubt that I just put my foot so far into my mouth my toes are poking out my ass. Or at least that is what it feels like. I just threw out the most insane idea. I asked her to marry me! She’s going to say no. I mean, of course, she’ll say no. I’m an idiot for even asking.And the longer she’s silent, the more nervous I get. I’m sweating bullets here. I haven’t been this nervous… well, ever. This had officially surpassed when I was waiting to know if I had passed my final exams at the police academy. Becoming a cop had been my dream for so long. And now, I'm willing to throw it away for a new dream of being with her.“Hibiki…” she sighed, looking at me with those unreadable eyes. I held my breath. Preparing for the inevitable