You are Chitose Sonohara a 17 year yankii, badass, badboy, & high school student.
You’re currently attending the 1st semester of your 2nd year at Onimaru Highschool of the Onimaru Trinity Sister Schools located in the dead center of Eternal Diamond City (Located on eastern coast of Japan). While much of your time spent is just dicking around and going to school for shits and giggles, you are also currently working part-time at your mentor’s establishment near the coast within the shopping district.
While you might have led quite the rough & tumble lifestyle for the better portion of a decade, it has come to your realization that FUCKING SHIT UP might not lead to the most prosperous of futures…
So super-charged with newfound determination to change your life, you venture forth into the unknown! Perhaps today will be great progress into a brilliant future of wonders untold!
>Hiru suddenly disappeared and ya said: Fuck it. Ya thought it was possible that the dude was gonna get friendly with his hand or somethin’, but it turns out he got into a scrap with those bozos from earlier! Fuck! Man, if ONLY you’d been there, you’se coulda wiped the floor wit them scrubs a SECOND time! Though, ya ‘spose that could be called bullying. Fuck it. Them dicks ain’t know when to stop anyways. At least Azzy ain’t rollin wit them no more.
>Quest Text Only (Updated to 15)
“At least get our nom de guerre right, fuckface.” Hiru glared coldly towards the last man left standing. It seemed to unnerve the small time delinquent quite a bit judging on how his face contorted with discomfort. It was rare to see Hiru with an expression that wasn’t either tired-looking or happy in some way; it increased how threatening he could look to those who were unused to such an expression of disgust. “I’ll remove your useless, lower appendage, and beat some respect into you through the opening it’ll leave behind.”
Hiru’s threat was enough to make Siscon-guy make his first attack with the chain, and he swung wide in a horizontal arc in front of him. Hiru had planned for such a thing and ducked down to avoid it. The chain cut through empty air as Hiru dashed beneath the iron links of his foe’s weapon, and drew a fist back to strike hard at his opponent’s stomach. It was going well, until Hiru got close enough to be struck by Siscon-guy’s foot, as he kicked in reflex at Hiru’s sudden counterattack.
It connected solidly against his shoulder and Hiru was pushed back a few feet from the impact of the blow. He was able to keep on his feet for the next few seconds; that is until the chain had done a full spin around the delinquent-wannabe and struck him hard. It was almost a direct blow to his face, but he was able to react in time to block it from that, though it was still a direct blow to his forearms as he raised them to either side of his face to shield it.
The chain hit and with the momentum of the swing wrapped itself around his head and arms with the impact. He could feel it coiling around him, and was unable to act in time as Siscon-guy pulled the chain tight, wrapping it around his arms and head. With a tough yank, Hiru found himself propelled forward in a jerking fashion that led to his body falling forward. He was completely prone now, and it seemed like Siscon-guy was taking full advantage of that.
“Name da gir or not, I’ll teach you to lay hands on sis! I’ll teach you to lay your hands where they don’t belong!” Hiru was trapped blind as the chain bound his arms over his face and eyes; it left his entire body open to assault and he soon felt the pains of Siscon-guy’s kicks against his back and sides as he tried to get in as many hits as possible.
While Hiru was under assault, he kept aware of the situation. He could feel the tension lesson on his bindings, and endured a couple more hits afterwards in preperation to reverse the situation. With a swift roll out from under Siscon-guy’s stomping it left his foot crashing down further than he’d expected, and unbalanced him. Continuing his roll, Hiru freed his head from the chain before Siscon-guy could recover and used his roll to pull the chain free from his hand.
All it took was a single moment, and now Hiru was on top.
He used the momentum of his roll to swing his legs outward and spin himself into a kneeling stand. Siscon-guy’s eyes went wide at the realization that in the moment he’d stumbled his grip lessened on his chain, and now that very chain was in the hands of his opponent. His mouth hung open in terror, releasing a silent scream of terror as Hiru approached him, that fake smile mixing and intertwining with whatever malice lay deep within his psyche.
“N-no! S-stay back!” He tried to back away for an escape, but found his path blocked by the nook under the stairwell. He’d been encircled and trapped to a place where there was no escape. It made sense to the delinquent-wannabe why Hiru was smiling. He’d reached checkmate, and there was nothing he could do. “I-I’ll kill you, seriously!”
“Kill me? With what? I’ve got your sister. I’ve got your weapon. I’ve got your pride. I’ve got -everything- I could ever need to destroy you completely and utterly.” Hiru unbound one of his wrists and begun to spin the chain as S
iscon-guy had done before, though with a noticeable increase of finesse. “Repeat after me: ‘Red String Leech’ and ‘Golden Lion’.”
“P-please, god no… I’m sorry!”
It did not take much longer to dispense the needed justice, as Siscon-guy soon fainted from a combination of fear and injury. Hiru returned the chain to Siscon-guy afterwards, mostly by wrapping the entire length of it around the three guys who’d stuck around long enough to get their asses handed to them. He wove it between their belts, into their jackets, and around them before using a combination lock to keep it in place. In order to ensure maximum torment, he too took a permanent marker and wrote “<Cherry-boy>” on their foreheads, as well as locked them in the cleaning closet under the stairs.
“Be happy that you punks got off easy today. If it had been the day of the full moon, I don’t think I could have held back.” Hiru looked down on the unconscious forms of the trio of punks with an expression of pity as he closed the closet door behind him. He made sure to turn the dial of the door’s simple lock behind him as he left, as well as jammed a couple wedges into the cracks from the outside to prevent the door from opening without significant force.
With his job finished, he looked at the time. Hardly any time passed; the flow of combat always seemed much longer than how much time -actually- passes.
>Head on directly to the infirmity. Perhaps I’ll get my wounds ‘treated’.
>Clean up first. Try to make a good impression.
>Forget it. Update the bros on this bullshittery.
>Hunt down the escaped Mohawk.
>Failure! Failure grants 1pt of HB, and lowers your SP by 1pt. Additionally it lowers your JP by 1pt.
>Event GET!! Justice (Positive): Despite failing, quick reversed a failing situation. Hiru has proved himself a superior tactician against these low-level thugs! Gain 2pts of Success!
>Success 7/6 / Failure 1/6
Well, with everything tucked nicely away, Hiru thought it was time to get some reward for this incident. He’d always disliked using up too much energy used for activities that were not pleasurable in one form or another, and his bloodlust was actually fairly low. He’s usually leave such rigorous activities to Chitose, but it wasn’t as possible when he wasn’t around.
As he walked away from the site of the incident, the bottom of the stairwell that was covered in splotches of vomit and blood, he took out his phone as he turned towards the infirmary. Waking it up he could see a chart of the cycles of the moon, an important calendar of sorts for his daily life outside delinquency and fucking.
“Lunacy.” He spoke into the receiver, and the phone unlocked; bringing him to the touch-screen interface where it was fairly barren with the exception of a scarce few icons and his background that consisted of a younger self, a girl younger than that, and a young woman. He smiled at it for a moment before tapping an icon on the interface that opened up his contact-book.
Being the social creature he was it was filled to the teeth with feminine names. He had to search specifically amongst the numerous contacts until he came upon one he’d scarcely used: Chitose “Golden Lion” Sonohara.
He felt it would be a good idea to shoot the man a text about his conflict here, and to update him about the group of minor delinquents. He recalled the scene from the rooftop from earlier, when he came upon the scene of a fight and placed that same group Chitose had beat as the same he just faced.
>[Hey, Lion-guy, I met with your rooftop-friends on the first floor here; they’re probably not going to be a problem for us anymore. Rejoice! In the face of such violence and injury, the school draws near to your supreme rule.]
Hiru smirked down at his text before sending it. He knew that Chitose had no desire to ‘control the school’ as so many delinquents before him had desired, but he always shoved that idea in his face. If anything, if it ever came to fruition it would cause Chitose’s growing harem (or pride, even to go with his lion-theme) to grow even larger, and thus increase his own ability to further leech away his fanbase. It was a delicious scheme that almost made the horndog drool, but he contained his excitement to put on an air of chill for the impending snu-snu he was about to partake in.
With his injuries, it game him decent excuse to visit the nurse’s office, and get ‘treated’ by THE Yori Wakahisa; a girl who’d been known for how proper she was, now revealed to how dirty she could get. He understood on a baser level how professionals could have such an unknown darkside to those on the ‘outside’, as it would ruin their images. He knew a few people personally who hired agents or enforcers to ensure no such information ever got leaked to the media.
If she was coming onto Chitose, it either meant she really -was- an easy-lay, or it meant that she found some sort of attraction to him. Either way, he knew he could please her aesthetic one way or another if he was able to pry his way inside. He -almost always- found a way.
With a grin he turned towards the infirmary door and opened it.
“Hello? Is anybody in here?” He made sure to wince at the gathered pain in his arms and wrists where the chain impacted. His injuries were not’ major, but nor were they minor. There was indeed a laceration on his right forearm where the end of the chain slammed into him and split the skin. It wasn’t bad enough for stitches, but it -did- need some wrapping. Of course being the prepared and clever delinquent he was he had his own first-aid kit, but like hell was he going to miss out on some ‘hospitality’.
“Oh. You just caught me on my way out. How can I help you?” Yori turned to the injured looking man as she turned to re-don a medical jacket supplied to her for her position there. She quickly scanned Hiru’s physique to find the sight of injury seemingly being his arms. Acting quickly she pulled out the necessary wrappings and medicines to deal with it. She was clearly in business-mode now.
“I got tripped and fell down the stairs, and banged my arms and body up pretty good.” Hiru lied. Chicks rarely liked a guy who just got into a fight. In the society in which he resided, it was seen poor form. While people -knew- he was a part of a group of brawlers, they usually looked the other way when it came to his good looks and charming personality. His lie was thought up to incite a sense of pity… but more so, a sense of sympathy. Girls were -very- emotional creatures, and most, especially those who took up roles similar to the one Yori was in as an assistant to the nurse, it would draw up those feelings of sympathy. Sympathy was a powerful weapon, if used right.
“I see. Take a seat, and we’ll begin.” Yori, however was not falling into Hiru’s little plan. As she had spoken to Hiru about her acting a -little- more reserved while working, she merely smiled towards the handsome stranger as she took a seat in the nurse’s rotating chair, and pushed a smaller, backless rotating chair for patients in Hiru’s direction.
>”Very well, then. As you wish.” Compliant patient; ease into it.
>”I shall not take a seat. For a woman such as yourself, I will kneel.” Flattering-on-MAX; lay it on thick.
>”The ordeal has made me woozy, would you mind if I could lay down while you worked?” Move the encounter closer to where you want it; manipulate situation
“Very well, then. As you wish.” Hiru spoke softly and with understanding. After entering, he didn’t quite see what Chitose had been talking about when he called her Easy-Lay-Bitch… None of it. She didn’t -seem- easy, nor did she seem like she was gonna just jump him like a… like a…. dammit. “Ah!”
Hiru winced as his guard dropped with the prospect of succubus being spelt in such a horribly, atrocious manner; it pained him and stuck to his mind like glue. Yori had begun to move his arm, and one of the bruises on it had been touched; it was quite sore, and due to his sukkibuz-riddled mind he was unable to brace for the feeling. It kinda sucked, now that his mind was open to the pain. He quickly buried it once more, though when she spoke.
“Oh, sorry. That seemed like it hurt.” Yori gently grabbed Hiru’s arm and put it in front of him in preparation. Her slender fingers gently slid down his arm, unto his hand, and finally brushed up against his knee in a fashion Hiru had decided were rather deliberate. “Hold it here.”
She positioned his arm so it was held in a particular fashion that allowed her access to most, if not all of it’s surface while letting his hand rest upon his knee. She turned in her chair and picked up a cotton swab between the prongs of a tweezers. After dipping it into a medicinal ointment, and letting it drip for a moment she brought it over to make contact with Hiru’s flesh. It stung a fair bit, but it was quite manageable; nothing like actually -receiving- the wounds.
“No problem. I wasn’t quite prepared, that’s all.” Hiru smiled reassuringly and with warmth at his caretaker. Of all things it seemed like she wasn’t even a bitch. Thus far her temperament had been rather calm and confident, not at all like the chicks Chitose usually deemed bitchy; it was all so confusing as he had yet to see anything that his yankii friend had. He was starting to doubt Chitose’s word until he looked more over at Yori, who was smiling faintly upwards at Hiru, and further noticed that she was leaning over in an angle that allowed him to catch sight of her lacy undergarments over the top of her shirt.
Her smile widened slightly once her blue eyes caught on that he’d seen what she was wanting to show him.
It was still too early for him to determine the grounds of what Chitose had said, however. He’d never known Chitose to be so sensitive when it came to the opposite gender, and he -usually- knew what he was talking about but thus far Yori seems like she -might- be a flirt?
“Are you prepared now? We need to make sure we can fit it all in there. It would be quite the troubling situation if we couldn’t get enough of it inside.” Yori continued her smile and her position as she began the gently drag the swab over the length of his larger wound. He could feel some double-meaning in her words, and that in itself coupled with her tone and action confirmed she was at least a flirt. Her innuendo excited him, and gave cause for his heart to beat a little bit harder. He contained any visible signs, however. “Just a little bit won’t do.”
>“I’m sure we could find a way to make sure it all goes in; even if we had to be a little rough with it.” Return innuendo; test waters.
>”We'll get it all in, even if it takes all night.” Hard innuendo; hint broadly
>”It wouldn’t be so hard to stuff it all inside with the right angle, a dimming of the lights, and perhaps the right music.” HardER innuendo; lay it on thick.
This put a smile on my face.
“I’m prepared.” Hiru replies back as he leans forward a bit more into the swab currently brushing against his wound. The initial movement seems to slightly startle Yori as she gasps lightly at the sudden pressure against the tool she holds in her hand. Her gasp is accompanied with a light dusting of pink filling in on her cheeks, and looking deeper sounds almost sensual. “I hope you are too. I’m pretty sure we could find a way to ensure it all goes in; even if we have to be a little -rough- with it.”
“Oh my. Well, I suppose a bit of roughness -is- required if you want to be more thorough with it, but we still need to take it slow at first.” She’s a bit more swift in her next stroke, and her hand shifts in how it holds the tweezers; while her fingertips are grasping the tool, she widens the gap around the palm of her hand into a more circular shape. She strokes up and down in a suggestive manner, all the while resuming her view-granting posture with a smile.
“I agree. It’s no good if you get too rough too soon, otherwise it wouldn’t be quite as thorough.” Hiru replied as he brought his other arm up from his side, but he moved it in a manner that would allow him to ‘accidentally’ brush it against the bare skin of her knee. His amber eyes remained focused on her and he noticed that she seemed to shiver slightly at the brief feeling. It was a ploy, still however as he brought that very hand to rest on his own knee, as though to keep balance as he continued to lean forward in the position Yori had requested. “You gotta -ease- into it. Slowly. Gently. There’s no rush, after all.”
“I would hope not. Working a job like this requires one to be detail oriented, and to -take care- of each patient with -tender- and -loving- care.” She was beginning to emphasize words of her own accord. As she spoke, she shifted her weight slightly and removed some of her black hair from obstructing the view of her chest.
Once she returned back to her regular position upon the next stroke of the swab, it became noticeable that in that moment she shifted her legs slightly in the process; they were spread slightly rather than being completely closed together, and Hiru also took notice that she’d somehow raised her already short skirt slightly where he could -almost- see her panties. No amount of peripheral vision would allow him to -truly- make out the visage of what had been uncovered, but he was certain he’d be able to see clearly if he had shifted his gaze.
Was she baiting him? She bit her lip as it seemed like she began to focus more on his wound. Hiru couldn’t quite read her like some of the other girls.
She rolled her chair closer to his and also took hold of the same wrist that the wound was on to steady it. In the same movement he could feel her knee sliding up against his own until it couldn’t come any closer as it hit the surface of his chair between his legs.
In addition he could also feel the sensation of her thigh pressing up against the fingers of his other hand in tandem with her leg up against his; trapped in between the two.
-She’s definitely toying with me now.-
>Continue innuendo flirting; entrap her leg between both of yours: Defensive play.
>”I know -I- could use some tender, loving, care. How about yourself?” Slide hand up to thigh: Start on the offensive.
>Grab her by the wrist and pull her in. “Now let -me- be the detail oriented one, and -take care- of you.”: Full offensive.
-Yeah. She’s letting me trigger all these flags, and it seems like she’s triggering them herself as well. I like this. First Yori-chan here, then I’ll get ahold of Sachiko-chan to relieve any residual lust after Yori’s done. Perfect.-
“I know -I- could really use some tender, loving care. How about yourself?” Hiru smirked as he freed his fingers from between his and her legs, and then gently slid them across the tender skin of her thigh. She gasped sensually with the sensation, and arced her back slightly.
Her chest heaved forward and she placed one of her own hands on Hiru’s thigh to steady herself; it’s location fairly close to his crotch. He could feel her fingers grasping tightly as Hiru’s fingers slid further up her thigh into the region just under her skirt. She leaned forward with a lewd smile etched into her lips and sighed heatedly onto his neck.
“-I’ve- been -wanting- some proper hospitality -all day.-” She whispered into Hiru’s ear as she leaned even further into him, leaving her chair to sit upon his lap. Hiru had to balance on the small pedestal chair as it had no back to support the both of them, thus it was up to him to keep them steady. It was a small task for Hiru who worked out on a recreational level. While lazy, he kept up on his body as it increased stamina, and his attractiveness to the opposite gender; it also served him well in situations like this.
“I know a thing or two about hospitality; I’ll take care of you good.” Hiru whispered back into her ear before nibbling slightly upon her lobe. She sat on his lap and pulled her body was arched slightly so her chin was resting on Hiru’s shoulder, and gave her the room she needed to grind up against him. His hand continued to ravish her silky-soft thigh, while his other hand was brought up even further on her other leg and was now groping at her rear. “
Yori moaned with the sensations, and in return grasped desperately to Hiru’s back as she continued to gyrate atop of him. He could feel her warm body growing hotter on top of him, and felt in her movements that she too had experience that most girls her age lacked due to how Japanese society looked upon such activities amongst minors. Perhaps her travels abroad taught her how to be a bit looser; no matter the case he could tell that it was going to be good.
His body started to heat up as well. He was getting hot, and he could feel her growing more heated as well. His lustful hunger would not be able to contain itself for much longer as he pictured in his mind's eye the many gravure shots he’d seen of Yori coupled with the sensation of her body pressed up against his. He was truly living a dream; further emphasised by the sensation of her large, natural-feeling breasts pressing so naughtily up against his chest, neck, and chin.
He -had- to drink from her even more.
“Is that so, stranger? I can show -you- a thing or two as well I think.” She moaned into his ear.
“So it looks like he got himself into a rumble, not even five minutes as’fter he left.” You grin with a furrowed brow at the most recent text you’d received. It was from Hiru. You’d just watched him take off like some sort of sex-starved bullet for the doorway. You’d figured if he was going to do the deed you thought him to, he would have probably gone to the bathroom on the third-floor. Alas, it seems like he was probably on his way to chase some tail elsewhere to sate his nasty-ass desires. Sometimes it’s hard to remember why the two of you guys are so chill, but he’s a friend none the less and puts up with your violence and destructive antics. “Check it out.”
“Woah! I wonder how beaten he is… I hope he’s okay.” Souichi leaned forward as you turned your phone around for him to see your screen to read it himself. He cringes slightly at the prospect of Hiru being injured. While those two have their differences, you can tell that they’re friends as well. How could they -not- be? The three of you have been stomping around these parts for the better half of a decade now. You can actively remember how much worse it was between the two of them when you first came together. “You don’t think he’s hurt, do you?”
“Nah. Fucker’s got a lotta tenacity and is quick. I’s pretty sure I roughed them wannabes up bad enough he wouldn’t has much problem wit ‘em.” You proudly state with an exhale of smoke. You lean back and reply to his text, though you’re pretty certain he’s only gonna glance at it if anything afterwards due to how you tend to send messages.
>[Shit sun! Datd b nice i relly dun like how dey been trippin dey shit latly. It makes it hard az fuck trelax sumtimz. Thfuck yu go aniwayz. I still aint told yu bout shit today.]
“Y’know, he’s gonna hate whatever you just sent him right?” Souichi cocks an eyebrow in your direction as he pulls from his pocket a stick of gum and places it in his mouth after unwrapping it.
“Fuck, who cares. If anythin’ it gives him a reason t’come the fuck back or meet up later or somethin’.” You reply as you finish off your current cigarette and flick it off the rooftop through the holes in the fence.
>Let’s chill out here for a bit longer, at least inform Fangy what’s up. [Stay on rooftop]
>Let’s get going. Leech is gone, might as well head out. [Leave; head into town]
>Let’s see what else might be up at da school. Pompy might not be the -only- one stirring shit. [Wander School]
>Let’s get going. Leech is gone, might as well head out. [Leave; head into town]
Sides if he did get hurt he's probably with Easy lay right now, and you KNOW what they'll be doing. Let's get Fangy, tired of being here.
Pack it 'cuz we're done here!
It was another slow/shortish thread, the world was against me today; including a lack of sleep last night. But we persevered!
Anyhhhwhhey, shoot of those questions if you got 'em, and I'll shot off answers should I be able to!
I dunno how long I'll be able to stick around to answer fer you guys, but Imma place this here right now; next run will be tomorrow. Hiru threads feel like they kinda recharged my Yankii-power.
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If I'm unable to answer them tonight,
I'll answer them next thread first thing.
So how loud will those two be? Who was Sachiko again? It'd be ironic if leech was a cool calm and composed lay-killer werewolf while Souichi was the good natured easily teased kid who was a vamp. Yori satisfied? We gonna run into pompadour again any time soon?
>So how loud will those two be?
They can both get pretty loud, but adversely if'n they're trying to be sneaky the both of them can be pretty quiet.
Who was Sachiko again?
Pompadour-Siscon's younger sister. She's in Souichi's class, in specific. She was one of the chicks that -had- a crush on Chitose that he'd turned down. Hiru consoled her... Partially like he cared deeply for her, then with his body.
>It'd be ironic if leech was a cool calm and composed lay-killer werewolf while Souichi was the good natured easily teased kid who was a vamp.
>We gonna run into pompadour again any time soon?
>Where is everyone else at current?
Gonna try and keep the mystery up as much as possible, as Chitose wouldn't know specifically for most peeps. Like Noriko, Taro, and Tina are probably still at the school. Azami is either going home or hanging with Junko on her way to work. Masumi and Leirinaria are possibly going home, or kendo practice for Masumi; Leirinaria is kinda mystery. Victoria-sensei is either at school or she may have left for the day.
>Pres still nervous as hell?
She still might be trying to calm down; after all she still lives next door to the boy she's fallen for.
'bout t'ree fiddy.
Not lying; with available arm/shoulder space he's able to carry about three and a half of them. Junko and Azami under one arm, Noriko under the other, and Kamiko on his shoulders.
Under stressed conditions, mind you.
Otherwise, three; but at a slower pace. Same setup, but only one per arm.
All of the grills? Easily.
With a rickshaw he could also probably run at a pretty decent speed with even Bros in tow.
Wheels make everything -so much- easier.